*Agent Smith looks up, startled. His arm lifts, hand moving jerkily, like he's not controlling it. A flicker of worry dashes across his normally impassive face. The hand reaches up, plucks the G-man earphone from his ear, lets it dangle on his chest. For a few seconds he stands, looking perplexed, then his face contorts in a scream. The sound is ugly, synthetic, random noise run through a synthesizer.*
*Smith's face distorts, hands pushing it out from the inside, moving towards his mouth, fingertips emerging. They grip the sides of the mouth, pulling it apart. The agent's face rips down the middle, writhing green glyphs showing in the broken fabric of the his body as kyhm's head and shoulders emerge from the ripling mess. He looks down at the ruined Hugo Weaving look-alike body.*
Heh, kill -9, motherfucker. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred fucking dollars.
*kyhm steps out of the crumpled agent, clad in clean, comfortable-looking casual clothes. Agent Smith disolves into a disorganized pile of symbols vaguely resembling Japanese.*
*kyhm looks up at the assembled mob*
Sorry folks, I've gotta withdraw from this one. I completely underestimated how much work there was in this course I'm taking, it's damn near a full-time job. I'll be reading every few days, and posting when I can, but I can't stay in a large-scale RP.
Chris, you'll have to strike Smith off the list, unless someone else wants to step into his shoes?
See ya round...
*kyhm turns, walks quickly out of the thread, muttering under his breath about documents and deadlines.*
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