FissionMailed

[Frank was gone.]

[The perfect soldier had been gone for quite some time now- and although David had yet to find the proof to confirm that statement, he felt it in his heart that his friend was no longer based in the Nexus. Somehow, he felt responsible for this. Maybe he was not supposed to form strong bonds with people, for they always seemed to leave or turn against him in favor of other morals. Maybe Mantis was right; he was foolish. He should learn to grow up and take everything he knows of his future in his stride in order to channel his strength. As he was right now, he was no where near close to being strong enough to take Big Boss down.]

[Thankfully, David was a stubborn and determined child. He refused to keel over and let his destiny control his thought matters and actions. He would take matters into his own hands by using his loneliness and new-found independence to grow stronger than even his future selves.]

[In the silence of the night, the young soldier lurks the hallway with a copy of Hal's Metal Gear blueprints on his person. In his inventory is a camera, a blade and a regular pistol stowed in a secure holster by his thigh. To regular onlookers, it would appear as though he was simply planning to go outside to train, but to members old enough to remember the various take-overs of the Nexus, they would realize he was heading somewhere else entirely.]

[David glances around to ensure no one has followed him to REX's hangar. Only when he has validated this factor does he enter inside in silence; stealth was something he had learned to practice early on in his studies, though he had yet to master it fully.]

[The cold, dark atmosphere hits David immediately. His skin prickles with goosebumps, the light dusting of hair against his arms standing on end. Despite the lack of lighting, the Metal Gear unit was obvious before him, glinting in the dark and shining bright in its engineered glory. He swallows thickly as he observes his destiny; if he learns how to dismantle it now and understand its weaknesses, maybe he can prove his worth.]


_{((ooc: Open to everyone. Do what you like! Looking for CR specifically.))}

[After the enjoyment of the paintball event in the jungle, it had come to David's attention that there was very little fun going on in the Nexus. Sure, there was some "fun" for adults, but what about the kids of the future? Where was their fun? While he understood that his training to become a soldier was indeed important, he wouldn't be a youth forever. There was nothing wrong with embracing the inner child.]

[In order to remedy this cause, the budding soldier had been on the hunt for the perfect room. Somewhere only the younger generation of the Nexus could be permitted to go. He had searched through a large number of rooms on various floors - thankfully not stepping into any that would warrant him doing something to get back out again - until finally, his persistence paid off.]

[On the fifth floor was a very special room indeed; Kiddieland.]



_{((ooc: Whether you're here for the rides, the food or younger siblings, Kiddieland is an amusement park strictly for under 18s. Come and enjoy the fun!))}

[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...

[There is a new arrival at the nexus. A young boy, with a bandanna tightened around his forehead is sat perched on one of the various benches on the ground floor. In his secure grip was a Mk.23; the reason was due to various amounts of individuals in his life who had attempted to guide him through and tutor him into gunning down enemies he may encounter in the future. He had to possess that knowledge in order to succeed as a soldier, no matter what his age was right now. He had to learn, one way or another, even if he hadn't recieved much one-to-one contact.]

[Being a soldier meant traveling to all parts of the world. He had already nailed three languages in their entierty, including English, French and Japanese. Russian was next. Studying books and literature was just as important as succeeding on the battlefield. Without prior knowledge, one could only expect a minimalistic chance of survival. David was superior to that, so he had been told.]

[So suddenly being brought from the dull surroundings of the training grounds in Oregon to this spacious building had caught David off guard. He had fallen into a state of confusion, blearily wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. He sat in silence as though waiting to wake up.]