HOW'S MY DRIVING?
You know the drill, drop me a line if you think I'm drifting into off into ooc-land.
Linking to the specified problem would also be helpful! :)

Anonymous = on.
IP logging = off.
Screening = off.

If you're the type to talk about this in a private setting, then feel free to hit me up at:
AIM ❧ hangingtomato ► PERSONAL ELJAY ❧ spaceremix ► ( Read more... )

[Flint flicks on his communicator and begins video recording. His hair is messier than usual. And is that a little black mark on the right of his cheek?]

Never doing that again. Uhhm, Sam? If I were you I'd stay clear out of my room for a while. My--uhhh phone kinda...died. [Flint rubs his neck and chuckles nervously.]I thought I could do ( Read more... )

[Flint groans and mumbles incoherently. He pauses and takes a look around the hospital and groans once more.]

B-Back here again?! W--

[He sighs.]

Well I guess this is better than getting shot. or whatever happened to me the first time I died...

Sam, I--never got to ask! But are you okay? Is she okay?

[Flint groans.]

Man--if only this p-place had enough e-energy. I-I could p-p-probably make a t-tiny FLDSMDFR or s-s-something.

[A long pause follows after as Flint continues shivering.]B-B-But if I d-d-do that t-that'll only c-c-cause pr-problems. S-Something c-co-could go wrong or i-it'd break. O-Or I'd lo-loose the kill c-co-code. O-Or the t- ( Read more... )

[A soft groaning noise is heard. The sound of metal crackling is also heard. A gulp and then silence.]

Bleeech. Who actually thought I'd be eating sardines again.

[This would be Flint. This would be Flint not knowing what to say as he glares at the can of evil sardines.

He however frowns slightly as he stares at the label. You get a small glimpse of the can, it's pretty small. And the label is red and has a blond baby on it with a little red cart on the side.]

Brent... Sam...

[He shakes his head.]Does ( Read more... )

[Groans quietly to himself.]

Oh man, what happened to me? I remember getting shot... twice?

[Mumbles quietly to himself]

[A gun shot is heard as Flint falls to the ground. He groans in pain and starts whimpering when he can't move his leg. Other than his whimpering nothing else can be heard. A few more minutes pass by and then you can hear a second gunshot ( Read more... )

[Flint accidentally stepped on his communicator as he started pacing around ( Read more... )

Is it...scientifically possible for this place to house this many people?