Flamingo A-1 [Morning]
Leo rolled out of bed and reached immediately for his comb, hairgel, and mirror.
He couldn't find any of them. "The hell?" he growled, walking down to the bathroom and getting a good look at himself. The braid...well, the braid he supposed he was a badass enough to pull off, but the ponytail definitely had to go.
A handful of someone's gel and his hair was as greased up as he could possible hope for.
He squeezed himself into a pair of leather pants and a jacket, stuck his comb into his back pocket and went out to find trouble.
Women or Thunderbirds to beat up on--didn't really matter.
[OOC: Oh, look, another establishing post.]
He couldn't find any of them. "The hell?" he growled, walking down to the bathroom and getting a good look at himself. The braid...well, the braid he supposed he was a badass enough to pull off, but the ponytail definitely had to go.
A handful of someone's gel and his hair was as greased up as he could possible hope for.
He squeezed himself into a pair of leather pants and a jacket, stuck his comb into his back pocket and went out to find trouble.
Women or Thunderbirds to beat up on--didn't really matter.
[OOC: Oh, look, another establishing post.]