ABS FIESTA - LOCKED EDITION

[xxxxkill]

Character Name: Rye Daxton
Character Age (18-50): 19
Piloting Style (Air-to-Air, Air-to-Ground, or Multirole): Primarily Air-to-Ground
Personality: Careful, Precise, Shy, Personal
Callsign: Turtle
Picture:

Five plus one equals six, welcome to Valhalla.

[Ad Bot]

[blockguy™]

I watch this kid with insane blue eyes walk in.
Afraid that I'd sound gay, I don't say anything.

[Gojira]

I turn around to look at the new guy and holy forget what is wrong with his eyes. Is he wearing contacts or some stuff?
I figure I may as well meet some of the new guys so I put down my water and head over to where everyone seems to be socializing.

[Operator¹]

You can get the schematics from here if you can't find them on Wikipedia, or just google it

I bounce a rubber ball against the wall to help pass the time.

[Gojira]

You can get the schematics from here if you can't find them on Wikipedia, or just google it

I bounced a rubber ball against the wall to help pass the time.

Talk in the present tense, it's easier.

[mlockha]

I finish looking at the wall, and lay down on my bunk in the corner, staring at the bunk above me.

[Operator¹]

I get up from my bunk, leaving my bag there and heading towards the door so I can look at the planes.

[blockguy™]

I follow the guy out of the barracks, wanting to look at my brand new aircraft also.

[Swat 3]

I didn't notice the blue eyes were photoshopped PLEASE they are normal amazing lovey blue eyes.
I walk inside the barracks, getting a few jaws-to-floor glances. I nod shyly, curse under my breath in exhaustion as I pass the group, and then pick an empty bottom-bunk in an isolated corner closest to the bathroom, putting down my gym bag and pack, sliding them under my new bed once I grab a honey-oat bar and a book out of the pack. I lie down, my back towards the group, munching on my granola bar while reading my book, wiping away the crumbs off the pages. I am tired, and I really don't want to socialize.


ACTIVATE SHY CUTE GUY.

[blockguy™]

Me and the other guy reach the hangar. I'm in Hangar 1, Pos. 3. I go over to Position 3, and look at my aircraft. A bit below the canopy, it says "LT. PAINTER 1-3".

[xxxxkill]

You're in Hangar 1, position 3.

[blockguy™]

You're in Hangar 1, position 3.

ah.

[Operator¹]

I inspect my plane, starting with the roosterpit. "Not bad at all, at least we aren't flying in the trainers."

[blockguy™]

I inspect my plane, starting with the roosterpit. "Not bad at all, at least we aren't flying in the trainers."

"Yeah. Those things looked like hammered stuff."

[Swat 3]

I continue to read, at some parts reading out loud, nearly inaudible to the others, however.