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"Ugh, fuck off, Quint. This shit ain't funny. I'm being sexually assaulted by a sea creature." Keith held no hesitation in swatting away the invasive creature, each time feeling a harder nudge. He couldn't catch a firm look after the initial one, but that was all he needed to know that a horny dolphin thought he looked like a primed up lady. 'Sorry Flipper, I don't take the receiving end from anyone. And I definitely don't take shit from any male.'

His eyes narrows as he glared at Quint, scoffing as the man treated the creature with affection and adoration. "You think this is reaaal funny, don't ya?" Keith shook off the discomforting feelings, following Quint while shoo-ing away the unwanted admirer. "By the way, sharks are scared of dolphins. Thought nerds knew everything, or are you just the type sitting alone, jacking off to imaginary women?" 

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Quint’s fearful gaze almost immediately fell, a smirk replacing it as he watched the dolphin nudge him around, Keith trying to see it. He laughed, swimming a little further back, watching as it swam over to him, nudging his arm. “What are you doin’ down here, tough guy? You’re gonna get turned into shark bait if you stay around here.” The dolphin clicked in return, swimming around him. Quint kicked further away from the chains, not wanting the dolphin to hit the chains, or shove one of them into it. “Shoo, shoo.” he muttered, petting the dolphin’s head affectionately before waving it away with his hand. Turning back, he began to ascend up towards the surface, although it was still quite a way’s away. “Have fun gettin’ humped by dolphins.” Quint sniggered over his shoulder, laughing silently once the mic was off.

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"Ugh-" Keith brought his hands to his head, covering his ears as if it would help mute the sound of Quint's scream. It only served to make the ringing in his ears worse, leaving him seconds away from throwing off his mask just to get rid of it. "What the fuck, man? Are you trying to make me go deaf? What the hell is your problem?"

He twisted his body around once again, expecting to see Quint somehow caught back up in the chains, maybe he kicked one hard enough to move the entire mine, dooming the both of them. "What's your deal?" Keith's attached flashlight spread light over Quint, the rest of the area around them dark, devoid of any sunlight. There was more light from the deeper bits of the water, which he assumed to be Quint's flashlight. "You should've attached it, idiot. Don't tell me you're scared of the dark now." Moments passed in silence, Keith's pointed glare growing firmer as he waited, eyes set on his co-worker's shocked face.

"C'mon, just go get-" pausing mid-sentence his eyes shot around, feeling the waters around them moving. A darker shape slipped by, just out of the flashlight's reach, and Keith felt momentary panic rush through him. What if there were infected still left in the waters? Swallowing hard, he motioned for Quint to come to him. "Let's just get back up there and g-ahh what the-" Something nudged his backside, pushing him forward, and he immediately turned to face his "attacker".

"You gotta be shittin' me." His words were almost laughed, mocking clicks following him.

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Quint only shook his head, keeping his thought too himself. He didn’t need to provoke anymore fighting while he needed to work. Mostly him doing the working while Keith stood and wathed, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to it. Obviously it had gotten Keith somewhere, though. Even if Quint did deny the promotions. There was no taking it back now though, considering that all of it had led up to this. He shook his head, sighing. There was work to be done, and he shouldn’t be thinking about personal problems. There were more pressing matters at hand.

“I unno man. Maybe there’ some radiation or some shit in there, but whatever it is, we won’t know until we open it.” He nodded at Keith’s statement, tucking his  equipment away to make sure it didn’t get caught once more. “Alright, let’s head back.” Quickly but carefully, he made his way towards the chains they had gone through, but paused once he saw that the water around him had turned a shade darker. Holding his palms out, he muttered a small ‘huh?’ before looking up, shining the flashlight around frantically. What it reflected made him yell, dropping the flashlight into the dark depths below.

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Quint Willis

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[[ Lost all that progress on those questions when my computer shut down last night. ; - ; Drat. I'll finish them tonight, anon. ]]

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1. Are looks important in a relationship? 2. Are relationships ever worth it? 3. Are you a virgin? 4. Are you in a relationship? 5. Are you in love? 6. Are you single this year? 7. Can you commit to one person? 8. Describe your crush 9. Describe your perfect mate 10. Do you believe in love at first sight? 11. Do you ever want to get married? 12. Do you forgive betrayal? 13. Do you get jealous easily? 14. Do you have a crush on anyone? 15. Do you have any piercings? 16. Do you have any tattoos? 17. Do you like kissing in public? 20. Do you shower every day? 21. Do you think someone has feelings for you? 22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? 23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? 24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? 25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year? 26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? 27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you? 28. Have you ever been cheated on? 29. Have you ever cheated on someone? 30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body? 31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl? 32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? 33. Have you ever had sex with a man? 34. Have you ever had sex with a woman? 35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? 36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends? 37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? 38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? 39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? 40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone? 41. Have you had sex so far this year? 42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? 43. How long was your longest relationship? 44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? 45. How many people did you kiss in 2011? 46. How many times did you have sex last year? 47. How old are you? 48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? 49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? 50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? 51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? 52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why? 53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? 54. Is there someone you will never forget? 55. Share a relationship story. 56. State 8 facts about your body 57. Things you want to say to an ex 58. What are five ways to win your heart? 59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!) 60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners? 61. What is the first thing you notice in someone? 62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? 63. What is your definition of “having sex”? 64. What is your definition of cheating? 65. What is your favourite foreplay routine? 66. What is your favourite roleplay? 67. What is your idea of the perfect date? 68. What is your sexual orientation? 69. What turns you off? 70. What turns you on? 71. What was your kinkiest wet dream? 72. What words do you like to hear during sex? 73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? 74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for? 75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? 76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? 77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships? 78. What’s your dirtiest secret? 79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why? 80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? 81. Who are five people you find attractive? 82. Who is the last person you hugged? 83. Who was your first kiss with? 84. Why did your last relationship fail? 85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

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Jill Valentine’s encounter with the Grave Digger - Resident Evil 3: Nemesis

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[[ I'd kinda like to add on saying that members don't necessarily have to be working on huge plots all the time! Just posting little bits and pieces or requesting anons through reblogged questions is also completely fine! We can't know you're online if you don't show us, just just show that you're around and hopefully someone else will be too, and I know I'll be available most of the weekend now. 

You honestly don't have to work on big plots to be active, though it is really fun once you get one going. Sometimes you just wanna have little casual conversations between characters, and that can be fun too! Even a few OOC posts can get members talking, I know I used to saying good morning everyday when I woke up! 

Guys, I know it's hard, but I know you can all do it. c: It's not too difficult! ]]

OOC: Guys.

We need to actually make things ACTIVE here. I know it’s tough with school and work however if you’re going to be away or anything PLEASE let one of us know. I notice we also have several characters who just…aren’t posting anymore!

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If you’re waiting for someone to start something ask around (literally use the asks) or make an ‘Open’ Intro post that someone can pick up!

I’d really hate to see this group go under, and I know you guys can do it. <3

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do you wear makeup

Guy's gotta bring out his eyes.

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How can you not love Claire?

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[[ I was actually going to ask because I remember having an incident in an old group where it wasn't the actual roleplayer and ghskdgs :c ]]

[[To people that get anon’s claiming to be Claire, that is, in fact, from me. I have my Claire account as a sideblog on my Sienna account, so I can’t actually go to an askbox as Claire. Rest assured, it’s me!]]

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"Sure, blame it all on me. Not your fault for a lousy job gearing up in the first place. I told you that you needed to fix it up, but you just dove in anyway." He scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes as he listened to Quint's distorted voice as he spoke. After Quint was free and pushed back towards the capsule, Keith let himself sink back down, his hands still grasping the capsule to use as a guide. How tempting it was just to step on the shorter man below him, or use his to push off and away. Maybe he would keep that in mind for when they left, just so he could get a headstart back to the boat. It was a petty little competitive urge, but it hit him all the same.

"What's weird? Somethin' wrong with the capsule? Don't tell me that thing's gonna burst soon." He angled himself to long where Quint was, watching his "partner" examine the exterior just as he had a few minutes prior. "Y'know, shouldn't there at least be some bottom-of-the-food-chain shit 'round here? Like, damn, we're standing in rock and emptiness, it feels a little strange. Aren't like, oceans and shit supposed to be full of mermaids and sharks?" Everything aside, it still made him shudder to think that he and Quint were the only living things within a 100 yards from here. If they had been on good terms, some pestering jokes about repopulation would've been fitting. Joking aside, this was serious. Something definitely wasn't right out here, and this capsule had to be the reason.

Seeing Quint knock on the cover, Keith followed suit and did the same, pressing at close to it as he could with his head gear. Maybe he wasn't a computer genius, but he was no idiot either. This thing was tough, and it would take a lot for something to break it. No beast would get out of it without ending up fried fish afterwards, and he doubted anyone wanted to be down here when it did open.

Keith peered upwards, to the unseen surface of the water. They were pretty far down, but those mines went decently high. An explosion would set off a chain reaction, blowing that entire capsule to pieces. On the bright side, that made it all the more likely that there was nothing living inside, but that also left it wide open for an actual virus to contaminate the water. Just the idea that these mines could go off at any second was unsettling. "You almost done, Quint? We should reall head out and get a move on. If O'Brian's going to have our asses, let's bring them back uncooked so he can't chew us out."

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“Well it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been tugging on my gear, asshole.” He muttered to himself, using the momentum from Keith’s push to propel himself forward in the water, now able to move about freely. Let his feet settle on the edge of the area that the capsule was set on, his hands tracing the edges of it.

“That’s weird..” he muttered, squinting his eyes as he ran his hand across the some-what sleek exterior, the chrome faded and scratched, but otherwise unscathed. Something should have been growing on it after this amount of time in the water. The missing marine animals in the area, the mines, now this? Something was wrong. He had a feeling it had to do something with whatever the hell was in the capsule.

Flicking a switch behind his ear on his headset, his eyepiece lit up, humming quietly as his gear got to work, scanning over the area as he swam around to capture each angle. Once it had reached 100%, it beeped negatively, and he frowned. He swam closer to it, knocking on cover with his knuckles, trying to test its thickness. It was definitely thick enough to resist his scanner, but from the indentations and the crevice that surrounded its circumference, he knew that it was sealed tight and that they would not be able to open it without some serious tools.

He took video and photos of the areas that caught his attention the most, shining his flashlight and taking mental notes. Once he was back, he could get to work on adjusting brightness, guessing the missing symbols, and figuring out what exactly they were dealing with. The serial code on the bottom, however, caught his attention the most.

CBW 9/9/234/435/6778/90.

There was only one thing to do now.

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Why not? I think I'm a pretty flattering guy. 

Besides, totally wasn't coming onto you, if that's what you're getting at.

michaelaschneider started following you

Well, now don’t you just look like a pocketful of BDSM.

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michaelaschneider started following you

Well, now don't you just look like a pocketful of BDSM.

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His eyes narrowed as he mumbled aimlessly to himself, reaching over and unhooking his flashlight from its place in his shoulder so he could get a controlled look, instead of the light moving as his body did. With a firm grip on it, he aimed the light at the small label he had found, his fingers brushed over it. The writing was a bit worn, but still mostly legible. This type of material and ink wasn't meant to be slapped on something you plan on dropping into the sea. 

From what he could make out, there was something on the top that could possibly be a name, or perhaps a company name, even. That could've been just what they needed to nab their guy, or at least a middle man, but the damn printing was worn to shit. All he could make out of it was what could be an H and a P, maybe even a C. The rest he could leave to the computer nerds, if the video was good enough to show the worn traces of ink. If he could rip the label off, that'd be even better, but the idiots who printed it used a good glue to compensate. 

Below that was a number, but it was useless with a few digits missing. And below that, something like...an address, maybe? He couldn't tell now, but maybe Quint or one of the other nerds spilling out of the BSAA had some idea of what it was, where it went, and how to trace it. Keith had floated deep into thought about how he could go about this, until Quint's pitched voice drew him out.

"Ugh, what is it now, Cetcham? I'm not your babysitter, for Christ sa-" His words were caught on his tongue as he turned, expecting to see Quint swimming after a lost flipper or something, instead greeted by the idiot who got himself tangled up on a chain. "You have got to be kidding me." If he was going to be honest, his heart stopped for that split second as he realized the tremendous amount of shit they would be in if Quint moved a little too much. Right now, they were gambling.

"Just...just don't move!" With a frustrated grunt, he lightly pushed off the sea floor, hands still clinging to the capsule as he attempted to control his height. Once he was level with Quint, he let go, trying to float in place and move a bit closer so he could reach across and release him. This never would've happened if he had a partner who was good on the field. Balancing himself on the other man's back with one hand, he reached across carefully, thankful for long arms. It wasn't too bad of a snag, just a loose strap hooked onto the chain. It was simple to release, but if Quint he tried, he probably would have pulled too much while moving around. 

As soon as the chain and Quint were separated, Keith pulling his former partner out of the danger zone, forcefully pushing him towards the capsule and open area before swimming down after him. "You try'na get us killed, idiot? I told you to be careful." If the water wasn't hard enough to steer through as it was, he would have turned him around and pinned him against the capsule so he could look him dead in the eye to let him know how serious this situation really was.

"Just look at the goddamn label."

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Quint’s mouth opened and closed, but remained silent. His palms were sweaty and he felt sick. He never liked going against the rules; it was best to follow them rather than get in trouble. But he knew Keith had a point, too. O’ Brian had told them to come back because it was too risky for them. There were too many scenarios to play out. Anything could happen.

He gulped and made his decision, kicking towards the area Keith had swam through and turned on his side, sucking his breath to prevent his stomach from touching the chains, even though he hadn’t gone through them yet. The chains swayed with the current of the sea, shining from the flashlights that he had. Keith was taller, but was skinner than him, so it would be easier for him to get through. Himself, on the other hand? He was a bit shorter and stockier.

He kicked forward, his shoulder passing through, and he paused, letting the chains settle from his movement before moving again, slowly, inch by inch. He cringed inwardly, his heart pounding in his chest, terrified. When it had just passed his hips, he sighed, now nearly there. Just a little bit more…

His blood froze as he was stopped, unable to swim out. Oh nononononono….He turned his head slowly, his face turning into one of abject horror as he saw one of his straps caught onto the chains, preventing him from moving too much. He glanced at Keith, who was still talking and examining the capsule. This was his fault for grabbing him by his damn gear.

“I-, uh, I know you’re a bit busy there, but uh..kinda in a dilemma here.” he squeaked, trying to keep himself afloat so he didn’t drag the chain to the bottom, triggering it.