[Not that it will do any good. Liam twists and thrashes ineffectually, trying to get out of the cold, mechanical grip of the drone. True, the alternative is being in a pile of trash, but that's better than being scooped up and taken to who-knows-where.
With a grunt, he grabs hold of his shirt--and more specifically, the hole in his shirt where the drone tore it picking him up. He grabs the hole and pulls until it starts to give. When it rips free, he moves on to the next hole, repeating the process until he's free and the drone is holding scraps of fabric--
--and he's hurtling towards the junk.]
Ohhhh, crap!
[He crashes into what feels like a person, knocking them both into the garbage and sending up a cloud of stink that makes him gag.]
Gross. [Grimacing, he looks over at the person he hit.] Sorry, did I hurt you?
Liam Dunbar | Phase IIish
[Not that it will do any good. Liam twists and thrashes ineffectually, trying to get out of the cold, mechanical grip of the drone. True, the alternative is being in a pile of trash, but that's better than being scooped up and taken to who-knows-where.
With a grunt, he grabs hold of his shirt--and more specifically, the hole in his shirt where the drone tore it picking him up. He grabs the hole and pulls until it starts to give. When it rips free, he moves on to the next hole, repeating the process until he's free and the drone is holding scraps of fabric--
--and he's hurtling towards the junk.]
Ohhhh, crap!
[He crashes into what feels like a person, knocking them both into the garbage and sending up a cloud of stink that makes him gag.]
Gross. [Grimacing, he looks over at the person he hit.] Sorry, did I hurt you?