Dr. Doug
He/Him
20 (40)
March 3
Viridian City, Kanto
It just works
AQUA, Combat Medic
Bug Catcher
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
5' 11" (181 cm) / 180 lbs (82 kg) height
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John Sullivan
SILPHMAS (2021)
POSTED ON Jan 6, 2022 6:49:21 GMT
Silphmas
Fashionably late. The screeching of rubber on asphalt was seared into Doug's soul as the league-issued vehicle somehow swung sharply into a drift, a crack echoing within the cabin as the car was parallel parked smack-dab between two other, extremely expensive looking vehicles.
Inside, Doug's fingers slowly unclasped the grab handle which proceeded to clatter to the carpet below, snapped out of its place above the window in a (rather prolonged) moment of terror.
His chest heaving, the youth nearly melted into his seat as he dragged his disbelieving gaze to the driver, chryssa glasgow, his hands reaching up to drag back his hair.
"Somehow, we outran the police. Have you done this before...?" He said airily, blowing air as he slowly turned his gaze forward. "Wait, POLICE! That's ain't good! Ah crud, this is gonna bite me right in the butt, ain't it...? No, wait, the plate's on the front. Yusss."
The youth pumped a fist in palpable relief, shoulders sagging as he slumped back against his seat. He wasn't sure if Chryssa was an horrible or amazing driver, but she certainly knew how to stay ahead no matter what.
Though the definitions of 'road' and 'shortcut' seemed to be stretched thin when her hands were on the wheel.
"Hope nobody needed those mailboxes." He muttered, turning to look at the party's site through the window before glancing back at Chryssa, chuckling sheepishly. "We didn't really get to catch up much, huh? Police Sirens got a bit too loud."
Lots of banter and screaming, though.
He threw open his door, quite literally toppling over and faceplanting unto the asphalt, the movement shifting the hat hanging off his neck atop his head as wobbly legs kicked the door behind him closed.
His head protested loudly as he lifted himself up, vertigo striking him ruthlessly as he pushed back up to his feet; he valiantly held it in while slowly finding his balance, rounding around the vehicle wobblily to open the driver's door.
"Friggin' noodle legs... SO, Empress. Wanna take another scenic route, or shall we go in n'greet everyone?" He asked wryly as he offered his hand, pretending the last 30 seconds hadn't happened. "Pretty sure they won't mind if we're a little more late ... probably."
Attendance was just an excuse to spend time with Chryssa anyway. He was sure FERNANDO SILPH could live for a few more minutes without seeing his face.
He wasn't ready to face an open bar again anyway.
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