His left leg is covered in blue, his right arm in green, and competition that sizzles in his veins. He doesn't hate to lose, but he does hate to not do his best, to not feel the thrill of a match.
A bright laugh that reverberates through his bones.
Carpe diem. It takes his brain a second, three, to sort through the Latin, the memory of a teacher he can barely remember from junior high. Seize the day. He has no way to know what those words mean to the person who said them... but he does know that they stir something within him.
Seize the day. He whirls around the corner he previously took shelter behind, a wild grin splitting his face.]
It means I'm taking the chance right in front of me! [He spins the pain gun a little more assuredly, like someone who's handled it countless times.] Don't count me out yet.
[roll for initiative Neil, or woe! be covered in black and red paint!]
PAINT FIGHT SOCIETY
His left leg is covered in blue, his right arm in green, and competition that sizzles in his veins. He doesn't hate to lose, but he does hate to not do his best, to not feel the thrill of a match.
A bright laugh that reverberates through his bones.
Carpe diem. It takes his brain a second, three, to sort through the Latin, the memory of a teacher he can barely remember from junior high. Seize the day. He has no way to know what those words mean to the person who said them... but he does know that they stir something within him.
Seize the day. He whirls around the corner he previously took shelter behind, a wild grin splitting his face.]
It means I'm taking the chance right in front of me! [He spins the pain gun a little more assuredly, like someone who's handled it countless times.] Don't count me out yet.
[roll for initiative Neil, or woe! be covered in black and red paint!]