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mayfield_rpg2012-06-12 08:39 am
autoerotica) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-12 08:39 am
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Operation 001 - This is not my beautiful house!
[Action - 748 Partridge Drive - locked to housemates and neighbors]
[Knock Out shifts in bed, sighing at the softness of the sheets. Much more luxurious than his recharge bunk back on the Nemesis, that's for sure. His eyes open, and for a moment, he feels different, but in a good way; his body isn't aching all over from being hit by a train. He reaches up to feel his face, smiling at the smoothness before stopping, his expression freezing. He rubs his face again, his fingers now pressing into the soft skin of his cheeks, his eyes widening. He holds his hand up to look at it, and gasps at the sight of a human hand. Ignoring everything else around him, he jumps out of bed, running to the closest mirror and checking...
He rubs his eyes, then rubs them again. His face isn't his. No sleek curves, no sheen of well-polished metal, no deep paint detailing, not even his beautiful glowing optics. Just 100% pure USDA-grade human meat.
Which, naturally, elicits a blood-curdling howl from him.]
[Phone]
I don't care where I am right now, because quite frankly, that's the least of my worries.
I want to know just who took my body and put me in this... this... disgusting skinsuit!
[Knock Out shifts in bed, sighing at the softness of the sheets. Much more luxurious than his recharge bunk back on the Nemesis, that's for sure. His eyes open, and for a moment, he feels different, but in a good way; his body isn't aching all over from being hit by a train. He reaches up to feel his face, smiling at the smoothness before stopping, his expression freezing. He rubs his face again, his fingers now pressing into the soft skin of his cheeks, his eyes widening. He holds his hand up to look at it, and gasps at the sight of a human hand. Ignoring everything else around him, he jumps out of bed, running to the closest mirror and checking...
He rubs his eyes, then rubs them again. His face isn't his. No sleek curves, no sheen of well-polished metal, no deep paint detailing, not even his beautiful glowing optics. Just 100% pure USDA-grade human meat.
Which, naturally, elicits a blood-curdling howl from him.]
[Phone]
I don't care where I am right now, because quite frankly, that's the least of my worries.
I want to know just who took my body and put me in this... this... disgusting skinsuit!