fissionmailed | Anybody get the Number off that Freight Train?

[Suddenly, having spent the past several days in that same Storage Closet in Groznyj Grad, (it was hard to tell being that he was indoors, inside of a box, with no windows, so it was kinda hard to tell the passing of time) John Doe, better known as Big Boss and a host of other code names, suddenly was back in the Nexus it seemed. Growling, not the most comfortable landing he'd ever done but not at all hurt, John got to his feet, brushing himself off. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, looking around. He saw a rather large blood stain on the floor as well as bullet shells, broken pots and pieces of a door scattered about the hall not 10 feet away from where he was originally - well, obviously, whatever decided he needed to be here at the Nexus has a sick sense of humor. That, obviously, was the spot where that girl had sent him to make his maker again.]

God damn my luck...

[And so, Naked Snake set about to find himself an apartment again, sore and tired. However, this time, he made his way a couple floors lower, away from the crazy psychic girl. He decided that it'd be a good idea to not neighbors with a vendetta. Finally finding a nice place, plenty of room for two, for whenever he managed to find Ocelot again, he made himself at home, leaving the door open as he went about checking the place out, taking off his belt with all his gear and setting it on the couch.]

Finally... Mission Accomplished I guess...

[(ooc:so yes, this Big Boss is back; you're welcome to stop by and say hello as he settles in or bring him a house warming cake or... whatever...)]

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Passing through.

[He invites himself in, striding into the room until he's close enough to see what Big Boss is doing.]

I haven't run into your kind in a long time.

Edited 2011-01-10 13:39 (UTC)

Really now? Well then... Mi casa es su casa. You're welcome to hang your beret here for a bit if you'd like.

[Big Boss was of course perfectly fine with having the company of an Ocelot; he preferred it really. Giving up on the cabinets for the moment John decided to peek in the fridge, smiling as he found some pre-made sandwiches already in there. Pulling one out and unwrapping it, he took a bite - Turkey BLT... not too bad. He'd add a bit of mustard or something, but Naked Snake was far too focused on eating to add anything further to the sandwich.]

[Ocelot comes very close behind him, and reaches into the fridge past him, pulling out one of the same kind of sandwiches.]

Don't mind if I do.

[Ocelot unwraps his and takes a bite as well.]

Mm. Tastier than most of the stuff you eat...

Heh... True enough. [Chuckles a bit as he continues to eat his own sandwich. Usually, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.]

Well, I'm sick of snake and mushrooms; I think I'll stick to this for a while.

[Too easy.]

I'm not sick of snakes.

[He smirks behind his sandwich.]

[Naked Snake mad sure to swallow what was in his mouth before he started laughing. He really did walk right into that one.]

Of course not; I'd never expect you to be.

Hm. Not a bad apartment you found. Are you staying here?

Yeah. That's the plan anyway.

[It didn't take long to wolf down the rest of the sandwich in his hand, closing the door of the refrigerator and tossing the wrapper into the nearby trash can]

[Ocelot continued eating his own in a more slow and delicate manner.]

Doesn't look like you've been here long.

No I haven't; I found the place maybe... an thirty minutes ago?

[He hadn't been looking at the clock. Stepping around the other man, he moved to take a seat at the nearby table, leaning back in the chair.]

Not many of your kind find themselves able to settle down. You're doing good for yourself.

[Ocelot finished his sandwich, crumpled up the wrapper, and tossed it in Big Boss's direction, hoping to hit him on the head somewhere.]

[Moving reflexively, Big Boss shifted catching the paper as it headed towards his face. He'd had a good bit of time to adjust and get used to only having one eye. If John hadn't, he'd been dead.]

Eh, I guess this is better than sleeping in vents; it's doing a number on my back.

...Do you really sleep in those? [Ocelot sounds interested.]

....Yeah, I was.

[For some strange reason, looking for an apartment hadn't crossed his mind until Rose had mentioned it.]

Anybody get the Number off that Freight Train?

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