#bsaaoperativegrinder

[latachete]

        "Are you drunk?"

[oneplasticweave]

The Tel Aviv Tan [Shaniqua/Keith Lumley]

                           Tel Aviv, the Middle Eastern marvel in and of itself. The coastline was breathtaking and projected the tropical climate upon a Greco-Roman Pedestal. The majestic Mediterranean's ripples gently sifted the sparkling-white sand, encompassing the granules into an even greater lot. Coconut Palms swayed back and forth, teased by the ever so calm breeze. Hums of beach-goers filled the sweet air along with the sputtering chirp of seagulls. There was nary a fleck of clouds in the heavens to restrain the sheer daintiness the atmosphere had to offer.          

             Farther inland, a staccato of clicks sounded across the boardwalk that ran all the way to Hamas. She watched, perpetual red-lips pursed, as the jet-skiers, in a blended mix of colors, roll onto the Plutonian Shores like churning waves. Rich and smokey smells of baked timbers seasoned with crusted salt circulated through Theseus's maze of beach junkies-- oiled down with the latest tanning products. The ever-expanding planks of wood became a world-class cat-walk where patrician bathing suits made their seaside debuts and designer sunglasses served a much more "important" purpose than providing shaded vision. This Mecca of trends-- designed for the beautiful people. Beautiful people like the Diva Shaniqua herself. She stolidly belonged on this beach more than savior-Jesus belonged in the heavens. It was her right to relax; to interpolate pleasure among work.           

              The black woman's hips swayed in a sensuous display of her generous curvature. The beach coverup swaddled her frame, bringing her comfort in a foreign environment. Shaniqua casually ventured off the boardwalk and entered, as a supermodel, into a magazine scene advertising a paradise of prestige and glamor. She crossed over onto the sands of coolness; stepped onto the Tel Aviv Coastline.        

             With one gratuitous yank, an ebony hand tore of her beach covering, her outer shell, and cast it off into the breeze. Curled ebony locks hung lowly over her shoulders, like a curtain of sorts to her hoisted cleavage, while a narrow bikini found itself nuzzled betwixt two ample cheeks. A sexy figure and beach body unleashed to all.      

       Set her Luis Vuitton bag down on an untouched patch of sand and ordered up an extra alcoholic Pina Colada. This would be a night of freedom, eternality and ease. 

[shotgunsandbandanas]

derfolterknecht, redfieldos, nightmaresarentsweet, bsaaoperativegrinder, leonscottk, phantomtryant, shiny-lugers, hunnigan started following you

"Uh...nice to meet y'all!"

Joseph looked through the group of people, attempting to assume friend from foe before he awkwardly began to speak again.

"Oh...uh hey, you guys know anythin' about these here monsters and such? One of 'em tried to maul me! But uh, hey, I shot 'em." 

[ricardo-irving]

[[ OH HAPPY BIRTHDAY. /sends giraffe cupcakes compliments of keith the baker (i just did the icing because cupcakes are hard shhhhH) ]]

(Thank you! xD Don't worry...I'd be the one to set the house on fire trying to boil water....or take a bath. )

[oneplasticweave]

BJ, Washing Machine, First Time.

BJ: Swallow or spit? What do you prefer?

 "Head really ain’t ma style, kno wut I mean?"

Washing Machine: Ever do it in a weird place before?

"I git done all ‘roun’ town; payin; peeps ta keep dere mouf shut. Bu’ one a da bestest sexes I got wuz durin’ bunjee jumpin. Goin’ all up and dow’ like OOOWEE dat great! "

First Time: Who was your first time with?

 "Ta be hones’ I reallay don’ rememba…. Be a wile since den’,"   "Like 14 yeas ‘go,"

[ricardo-irving]

bsaaoperativegrinder said: [[ /rolls to your lap and curls up in a ball ]]

(D'awww, he's so cute! Mom, can I keep him?! I promise to buy him beer and pizza! )

[clockworkwardog]

bsaaoperativegrinder started following you

"Good day, Sir. I am Nikita Tokarev. I serve as security chief of Vitruvian Biotics. How may the VBSS help you today?" He kept it professional for the BSAA agent. Hopefully he would be gone soon and he could report the encounter.

[redfield-alpha]

★, ✓, ☮!

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

Chris prefers the day, because he likes feeling that he has lots of time in the day left to be productive, and dreads when it's time to call it quits to make an attempt at sleep.

✓ - How do they react to praise?

He has a hard time accepting praise. He'll gladly thank a person if he feels like he's earned it but most of the time he'll redirect any focus off of him where he can.  

☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?

As a general rule Chris likes to place people all on the same level.  He used to idolize someone in particular but when that person betrayed him his respect was shot to pieces in an instant.  There is of course the occasional fanboy mancrush, but those don't really count... (Han Solo, The Hulk, Bruce Willis and certain deceased rock stars, for example)