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[pazmeanspeace.livejournal.com]

( Peace Walker spoilers behind the cut derp )

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[throughrunning.livejournal.com]

[Since coming to this place, Jack has finally been able to start his family, live in a new body, have no need to fight... all of which he's grateful for.]

[Unfortunately, someone like him who's been a soldier nearly all his life can't help but find constant peace a bit... boring.]

[While he doesn't want to cause trouble that might endanger Rose or his son, a little trouble never hurt anyone, right?]

[That in mind, Jack grabs his tranq gun and starts sneaking through the halls. Maybe collecting dogtags or just seeing how many people he can sneak up on would help fulfill that need for some action.]

Boredom

[talibsponge.livejournal.com]

[Faruq hasn't seen much of his dad, or Ivan in the past few days... and watching cartoons by himself was becoming pretty boring. So he decided to go out for a walk, cursing the fact that he can't skateboard instead.]

[He has a few  cans of spray paint in hand. He's tired of all these white halls, so he's going to give them some color~! He's already started a fairly large piece, using lots of bright neon colors. It looks something like a monster barfing up rainbows. Why would he draw that? Well because he can, and he's bored :T]

((OOC: Harass? Help? Bother? ))

أين هو الء؟ أنا وحدي هنا.

[laa-takfi.livejournal.com]

[Liquid had had enough of being idle. Ocelot had been boring him lately, so for the moment, he had taken control. To do what, he wasn't 100% sure of, but he felt like doing something. Killing Father or Brother or the rest of the damn Patriots was impossible here - the bastards would only come back - and Talib wasn't dead right then so he couldn't bother him. A surprising few people were dead right now, actually. He hadn't had anyone to bother or fight with. How irritating.]

Hm...

[He paused at the corner of the corridor, glancing down at the arm that bound him to the man's body. That crazy Emmerich had threatened to take it... best to keep out of the way of any versions of Brother. Father, on the other hand, could be messed with. Or other people could. As long as he didn't get the body killed - not that he cared if he did, it would only come back for him to possess again and it would be Ocelot who had to suffer it, he'd make sure of that - he had a fairly free reign.]

[...now what to do with it?]

(Long story short, Ghostquid is bored and has possessed no_continues. Approach with caution and try not to get his body killed - it's a rental, after all...

Also hitting on him will result in him hitting on you. With the nearest heavy object.

Hell, a lot of things might end up with him hitting you. He does like to fight, after all...)

// Questo mundo mio amore, dove stai mio dios...

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[George Sears lay lifeless. The blood from his slit throat soaked his jacket, coating his chest in bitter red. He had been dead a short while now. He lay on his side, one hand idly sprawled out as though reaching for something. His weapons were gone, scattered where he had "fought" the elder Raiden. At least one of them, one of his precious knives, would be lying in a pool of his own blood, the handle splattered and stained red.

The spirit sat on the floor, leaning against the wall nearby idly. So this was what death was like. Not so bad. Better than he'd expected. It hadn't even hurt much, really.

...he could have done without the lifeless eyes of his corpse watching him, however.]