[Lucy wasn't exactly one for group activities normally. But her ankle wasn't hurting terribly much today through its brace, she'd had an awful day at work, and she recognized at least some of the names in attendance.
So Lucy supposed she'd creep in, like someone debatably on the list wandering into a party.
The party just included guns.
First, though, she was going to get some water.
...shit, she was short some change. Why did laundry machines have to eat so many coins? She turned to the person nearest to her at the concession stand.]
Do you have a quarter?
D. Please no teamkilling
[Lucy was very good at hiding, especially when she didn't have to worry about her hair giving her away. It practically blended right in to the rest of the colors on the walls and the red lights on her vest. She was less good at being a team player, and with her injured ankle she needed to sit and rest fairly often. Plenty of time to sit and listen for the sound of approaching footsteps.
When they got close enough, Lucy uncurled from the wall and spun around the corner, gun raised.]
Boo.
[Are you someone she's supposed to be pointing her gun at, or a hapless teammate she just gave a heart attack?]
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[Lucy wasn't exactly one for group activities normally. But her ankle wasn't hurting terribly much today through its brace, she'd had an awful day at work, and she recognized at least some of the names in attendance.
So Lucy supposed she'd creep in, like someone debatably on the list wandering into a party.
The party just included guns.
First, though, she was going to get some water.
...shit, she was short some change. Why did laundry machines have to eat so many coins? She turned to the person nearest to her at the concession stand.]
Do you have a quarter?
D. Please no teamkilling
[Lucy was very good at hiding, especially when she didn't have to worry about her hair giving her away. It practically blended right in to the rest of the colors on the walls and the red lights on her vest. She was less good at being a team player, and with her injured ankle she needed to sit and rest fairly often. Plenty of time to sit and listen for the sound of approaching footsteps.
When they got close enough, Lucy uncurled from the wall and spun around the corner, gun raised.]
Boo.
[Are you someone she's supposed to be pointing her gun at, or a hapless teammate she just gave a heart attack?]