Genesis wrote:
She stood there next to Mathius, a Coca Cola in her hand, freezing cold. Her london topaz blue eyes were cold, dull.
He nodded to her
She blinked, taking a sip of her soda. She had an M1 Garand strapped around her shoulder. She just stared forward, ramrod straight back.
She took her rifle off her shoulder and put the butt plate to the ground, front handle guard in hand. She took another sip of her soda.
She put the empty soda can down on the table. She looked at Mathius, rifle in hand.
She looked at Silvera. Her eyes were dull. She tilted her head. She shouldered her rifle.
Fumizuki stood between Genesis and Mathius in a defensive manner.
"May I check the clip/magazine" she holds her hand out in a non-threatening manner
Gen eyed Fumi. She was harmless, to say the least, even with the rifle. She was a soldier taking orders. She had not at present, so she wouldn't do anything but sit or stand, waiting.
Silvera wrote:
"May I check the clip/magazine" she holds her hand out in a non-threatening manner
"It's empty." She took the magazine out, it had no ammunition in it.
Belfast sighed. "Gen! The gun!" She held out her hand. Genesis sighed, throwing the rifle at her, which Belfast caught it and put it into the weapon's box.
Dances on the dance floor. A jukebox had been added that could play any sort of music. Picking a song with a jazzy beat.
Apollo was laying her head on Belfast's lap, reading a book.
Rubs her temples "every time I check on someone's weapon for safety they get pissed"
"Genesis does that." Apollo sighed, laying on Bel's lap.
Belfast took a sip of her iced tea. She put the straw to Apollo's lips, who took a sip. Belfast yawned, taking another sip right after Apollo. They were both reading books.
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