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trans_92009-11-21 08:37 pm
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Mechanics 101 [Open]
It's rather ironic that Marcus managed to stay occupied in prison, but couldn't find anything to do while he was a free cyborg man. The zombie invasion was interesting, at least-- even if it was the kind of interesting he never wanted to see ever again-- but that was over quickly. The new portions of the ship were all well and good, but there was only so much of a few new rooms that one person could take.
And so, Marcus ventured into the Sensoriums, just for some variation. (Does it count as variation if it's the same place you've been for the past thirty years of your life?) He's currently in a small, cluttered garage, the hood of an almost-certainly-stolen '76 Chevy Nova propped open. He's 'changed', for lack of a better word, into jeans and a plain white t-shirt, although his longcoat is tossed over the back of a chair.
And so, Marcus ventured into the Sensoriums, just for some variation. (Does it count as variation if it's the same place you've been for the past thirty years of your life?) He's currently in a small, cluttered garage, the hood of an almost-certainly-stolen '76 Chevy Nova propped open. He's 'changed', for lack of a better word, into jeans and a plain white t-shirt, although his longcoat is tossed over the back of a chair.
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"Sorry about the shotgun thing." Marcus says, sounding fairly apologetic. "Marcus Wright." he continues, offering his hand to Robo.
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