IC Contact

Nov. 30th, 2020 01:06 pm
powerguy: (suit)


"This is Seth. Leave a Message."
[BEEP]

→ ✆ CALL
→ ✉ VOICEMAIL
→ ✉ TEXT
→ ❊ ACTION
powerguy: (freaking out a little)



How's my driving?
anon is allowed and ip tracking is off
powerguy: (relieved)
I guess it's about time I start looking for a flat. I've be told it's not a good idea to live alone, so is anyone looking for a flatmate? I'm quiet and I don't mind doing the washing up.

Give me a ring if you're interested.

s
powerguy: (playing tough)
[The camera opens to a blurry close-up shot of a face. It pulls back, focuses, and reveals That New Guy with the tattoo and the accent. He's got a cut lip, and looks in a mild state of shock. He wipes his hand across the back of his face, wiping the blood off. Then something in his expression hardens.]

So that's how it's going to be, yeah?

[The camera pulls back just in time for him to tug his shirt off, tossing it out of shot.]

Come on, then.



[ooc: Seth is cursed and cursed hard. Please feel free to bump into him and get into some fisticuffs. NEW CR Y/Y. Also, you're welcome. :-P]
powerguy: (Default)
[Hey, City! Do you think it's been a while since you've had a new recruit? Then today might be your lucky day. The video feed opens to a dark haired man passed out on the concrete beside the fountain. He stirs slowly, a hand coming up to cradle his head as he peers around him, slowly taking in surroundings. He’s fairly young, dressed in jeans and an expensive-looking blue hoodie. Half a tattoo can be see curling around his neck from under his collar. He pushes himself up onto one hand, the other still clutching his head. He still has a bewildered look on his face, although if that's from being dumped into a strange place or just is default state is soon to be discovered. When he speaks, it’s with a fairly strong Manchester accent.]

Kelly? Guys?

[With a groan, he pushes himself up onto his feet. He notices the device out of the corner of his eye. Mistaking it for his cellphone, he picks it up and flicks through it.]

Where the fuck is signal in this place?

[He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand as he keeps moving the phone around, looking for signal. He sighs and punches a number into the device and hits enter, inadvertently switching to audio.]

Kelly? Where are you? I don’t think I know where I am. Call me, yeah?

[The feed ends.]

[ooc: New guy alert! Go get 'em, City. Action for anyone near the fountain.]

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