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[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[There's a young Snake roaming around, seemingly looking for someone. He has a concerned, fleeting look on his face. Despite his training to mask his emotions, he can't help the frown currently furrowing his brows.]

[He's lost someone important. He can't find her anywhere. No matter where he searched, Dr. Clark was no where to be seen.]

[He picked up his pace, moving from a stride, to a jog, to a sprint. His bandanna zipped about behind him, flying around his head. He panted, trying so desperately to find his carer, but when he eventually reached the lobby from searching the hallways of the entire building, he collapsed on a bench in exhaustion, panting hard.]

[Sweat dripped down David's face as he hunched over, trying his best to prevent his frustration from surfacing, but the obvious grimace on his face remained permenantly fixed.]

_Damnit...

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[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[David had found his way into a pile of boxes. He wriggled his way in, knowing his fat-ass father wouldn't be able to follow. He sat at the very back in the box that was hardest to reach, curling up there. He didn't want to be disturbed by John.]

FFFFFFF fat-ass father, huh? xD

[notapiratesrsly.livejournal.com]

[He at first walked by those pile of boxes, before backing up to stare at them. He thought for a moment.

'Could he be..?']

MAH DADDY'S A FATTY

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[He had trained to become a soldier, and so he understood the importance of the cardboard box. He knew he had to remain silent, or else be found. So he sat there, in his box, barely breathing as he listened out for Big Boss, hoping he would pass.]