Date Posted:10:48:54 08/12/02 Mon Author: Adrian Foxx Subject: New thread/thingy!
Adrian hums softly to himself as he rests the severed Xenomorph head on the desk of the guest room he occupies. He looks to the dead thing and hums softly, then shakes his head, whispering.
"That's right... A trophy.. Like those Unseen ones take... Heh, you had no chance, anyways."
He smiles and pats the black-colored limb, then calmly leaves, looking to a chrono-band on his wrist. He flinches, about to be late for the mid-day meal, quickly rushing towards the dining hall. Instead of wearing his suit (which is currently in repairs), he wears a rather complimenting garb of the current time, which is a bit tight due to his overgrown stature.
