[This isn't the sort of entrance he'd wanted to make! Though to be fair, he hadn't expected to be making any entrance at all. He'd planned on going home and crashing early, but apparently that isn't to be.
He's not going to be stuck in this costume for a while, is he? Because the smell of sweat and dirty socks starts to cling to it when it isn't washed after being worn for several hours. Whoever brought him here could have at least given him a spare set of clothes.
The most important matter on the agenda right now, however, is dealing with whatever these monsters are. He'd been dropped into the middle of this ordeal in full costume so he might as well do the hero thing. Even though he's supposed to try not to do the hero thing. Weren't there enough of those around that he shouldn't be finding himself in these situations?]
Bola discs coming in low!
[A pair of gold discs with what seems to be a rope of some sort between them go flying out toward one of the reptiles, binding its front legs.]
This is one step away from alligators in the sewers. You know that, right?
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[This is goofy and too close to a dating site for his liking, but Johnny can't help but fill it out. Might as well connect with the others that have been brought in, right? Who knows? Some of his friends might have found there way here and he just doesn't know it yet.]
FRIENDR
Johnny Gallo
AGE: 20 INTERESTED IN: Any SEEKING: Friends! ABOUT ME: I'm just your friendly neighborhood mutant (registered!) looking for some fun people to hang out with. I was living in Los Angeles before being brought here and am on the look out for familiar faces.
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How do you even know what's in style in a place like this? Does it matter? I figure I should just go with what I'm comfortable with. Hey, how do you think I look in flannel?
[Johnny is basically talking to himself as he goes through the racks in this clothing store, holding shirts up to his chest and them returning them to their place before moving to the next one. With his last question, he turns to the nearest individual.
You've just been asked for fashion advice, whether you want to give it or not.]
Johnny "Ricochet" Gallo | Marvel 616
[This isn't the sort of entrance he'd wanted to make! Though to be fair, he hadn't expected to be making any entrance at all. He'd planned on going home and crashing early, but apparently that isn't to be.
He's not going to be stuck in this costume for a while, is he? Because the smell of sweat and dirty socks starts to cling to it when it isn't washed after being worn for several hours. Whoever brought him here could have at least given him a spare set of clothes.
The most important matter on the agenda right now, however, is dealing with whatever these monsters are. He'd been dropped into the middle of this ordeal in full costume so he might as well do the hero thing. Even though he's supposed to try not to do the hero thing. Weren't there enough of those around that he shouldn't be finding himself in these situations?]
Bola discs coming in low!
[A pair of gold discs with what seems to be a rope of some sort between them go flying out toward one of the reptiles, binding its front legs.]
This is one step away from alligators in the sewers. You know that, right?
iv.
[This is goofy and too close to a dating site for his liking, but Johnny can't help but fill it out. Might as well connect with the others that have been brought in, right? Who knows? Some of his friends might have found there way here and he just doesn't know it yet.]
v.
How do you even know what's in style in a place like this? Does it matter? I figure I should just go with what I'm comfortable with. Hey, how do you think I look in flannel?
[Johnny is basically talking to himself as he goes through the racks in this clothing store, holding shirts up to his chest and them returning them to their place before moving to the next one. With his last question, he turns to the nearest individual.
You've just been asked for fashion advice, whether you want to give it or not.]