ITP: Bitchslapping
[In the mystical center of Camp, there is a newly arrived woman arguing with a certain sunglasses-clad creep.]
....Wesker?
Well. What have we here?
You bastar-!!
[One backhand later, she's sent flying. Possibly right past you. WHAT DO YOU DO?]
(Intro post, standard warnings. New voice, new icons. Ect. Wesker is a prick.)
(ETA: Going to bed. Picking up threads later. Thanks, everyone. ♥
Back! Picking up threads slowly, ping Bat on IRC if I miss you.)
....Wesker?
Well. What have we here?
You bastar-!!
[One backhand later, she's sent flying. Possibly right past you. WHAT DO YOU DO?]
(Intro post, standard warnings. New voice, new icons. Ect. Wesker is a prick.)
(ETA: Going to bed. Picking up threads later. Thanks, everyone. ♥
Back! Picking up threads slowly, ping Bat on IRC if I miss you.)