Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20131107062806/@comment-17970636-20131107222833

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Julian was in his room, assembling dynamite when he heard his scroll beeping. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and picked it up and quickly read the message.

''Hmm... So I actually got chosen? Interesting. Let's see what I can do on this mission.''

Julian got up and started strapping on his dynamite onto his body. He put on a belt with miniature dynamite sticks all across it, and strapped two belts of dynamite, one directional and the other hooked, across his chest commando-style. He then took a strap of regular dynamite and strapped it across his chest horizontally.

Julian looked at himself in a mirror and sighed

I need more dynamite.

He grabbed his two wristbands and upt them on, the left one concealing miniature sticks and the right one concealing his cigarettes. He then grabbed his two dozen lighters and stuffed them all on breast pockets and pant pockets. He the grabbed four packs of cigarettes and stuffed them into random pockets as well, but making sure to remeber which random pockets for quick reference.

Then grabbing a bunch of stacks of random dynamite, again, remembering what kind of random dynamite they were, and strapped them on his arms, above and below the elbow, above and below the kneecap, and on his ankles. Julian then grabbed his custom vest, extremely bulky, and lined with dynamite all around the inside of the vest and put it on.

Finally, Julian grabbed his backpack with supplies to make more dynamite and such and but it on, he had grown accustomed to the cylinders across his body in various areas and didn't feel the least bit unconfortable in his getup. He examined himself again and felt satisfied with himself. But to anyone else, he would look nothing less than the terrorist he had once been.

''Dynamite count... over 500... minus the supplies in the bag. Good.''

Julian walked out of his room and started heading to where he would be meeting the rest of the people chosen for Mission Diavolo.