Gimme a break!

[solidsnake]

At last, peace and quiet. It has been months since Snake had his last mission. That is, the last time they were able to find him. In order to avoid missions that required him, Snake had been travelling back and forth troughout the world.

There was no sign of Otacon anymore, and Campbell seemed to last track of Snake. Since his time at Shadow Moses, things went into a whirl of shit. Physically he was prepared for it, but he noticed he couldn't keep his mind straight anymore.

Now here he was, San Fransisco. He had been here before, though only travelled straight trough it. Snake wasn't a typical tourist however. He had a hotelroom booked, and refused to leave it before he had set thigns straight.

While past events were running trough his mind, Zanzibarland, Outer Heaven, Shadow Moses, his mind only wandered off to his new nemesis. Liguid Snake. He died, didn't he? Snake saw his drop dead, yet somehow his gut feeling told him otherwise. And his gut was something he could always rely on.

The peace in the world seemed off. While the usual wars raged on, a global terrorist threat wasn't on the radar. Yet, it would be a matter of time before that would happen.

While sitting by the open window, smoking a cigarette, Snake looked over the city. The sun was setting, and lights began to turn on. With a slight grunt, Snake changed his position a bit to sit more comfortably.

He had been in this room for about 3 days now, enjoying the rest it offered him. Yet that feeling in his gut told him not to rest for too long. He knew it was safe to keep his guard up, but he grew tired of it. All he wanted was to go back to his cabin in Alaska and proceed to train his huskies.

After throwing out his cigarette, he lied down on his bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Tomorrow, he would go out on the streets.

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After a restless night, Snake woke up with a jerk. He was sure he heared a gunshot. After sitting still for a moment, he noticed no ruccus in the halls. it was all a dream... Grunting, he dressed himself. A normal pair of jeans, a black shirt and a brown suede jacket were his normal attires now.

He closed the door behind him, and went down, out to the streets. It was time to live a normal life once again....

[glory]

Holy freaking crap were these people pathetic. Seriously. Whose idea was it to dump 'em all into one cramped little hellhole of a city? They only got...worse when there were a whole bunch of them together. She'd been observing them all morning (not like there was anything better to do), trying to decide whether San Francisco could work as a sort of 'base of operations', so to speak - and so far these lovely citizens had done nothing but cause mass chaos among themselves. The shouting, the honking, the...traffic. How did any of these people ever get anything done?

A light smile tugged at the goddess's lips as she watched the general goings on of the city, eternally amused by the how very nonsensical this entire dimension was. Well okay, not eternally amused. Truth was, the whole thing got old pretty quick. Each...and every day...With a barely audible sigh, she rose from the chair at the table of the outdoor cafe - the one she'd been occupying for over an hour, much to the discomfort of the waitstaff, and finally decided to take her leave. She was beginning to get a headache, and if she didn't find a quieter spot to relax within a decent amount of time she was going to have to brain drain someone. And she really wasn't up for that sort of thing this early in the morning...

So without further thought, Glory took to the streets of San Francisco. She was adorned in her usual wear - red dress and matching heels, perhaps ridiculous for the place and time of day - but she hardly wasted a moment paying any attention to the rather odd looks that were being thrown her way. Well...not until she stepped out onto the road to cross at the exact moment some insolent teenage male happened to whistle at her, that was. For a moment, Glory froze. Actually...actually contemplating whether or not that had really just happened. Just who, exactly, did this insignificant mortal meatsack think he was? Quite promptly the hell goddess turned on her heel to face him, just about ready to snap a couple of necks on a whim - and that was when the bus hit.

BAM.

The impact knocked her about ten feet before she hit the ground, where she lay for a moment, briefly winded. Because that had smarted a little. And...oh damn, now people were screaming hysterically and yappin' at each other to call 911, and...ugh, what was it going to take to shut 'em all up?! Grimly rising to her feet, the strawberry blonde quickly looked herself over. Well this was great. Just. Freaking. Great. Her dress was dirty and ripped in places, her hair was probably a mess - and all because these moronic human drivers had some kind of aversion to looking where they were going? Sufficiently pissed off, Glory rounded on the crowd of people who'd been all but sobbing over her a moment ago. Presently, most of them looked either completely stunned or...somewhat frightened by this occurrence, but she really couldn't care less. What she needed to do now was find out exactly how much damage had been done...

Storming a little ways down the street, she came to a stop in front of a man who looked...well, at least slightly less idiotic than the rest of them, and let out a half-crazed little giggle. "You know," she addressed him, sizing him up as she approached. "This is already turning out to be a really sucky day. Tell me the truth, sweetie - do I look like a hot mess?" For Pete's Sake, she was gonna have to kill whoever was driving that freakin' bus...

[solidsnake]

Snake lit up a cigarette as he walked down the street. One of his habits he refused to get rid off. With his hands tugged away in his pockets, he proceeded to walk on. he enjoyed the quiet as he walked along the sideway. No missions he had to worry about at this point. Still, it would be a matter of time before some organisation would find him and take him in for another round.

While turning a corner, the sudden sound of brakes made him look up. As if it was instinct, Snake immediately was on guard, not knowing wether this was just plain American traffic, or an accident. He could see a woman getting hit, but walked away from it like nothing happened. A strange sight indeed, but Snake had seen more bizarre stuff like that.

To make things worse, the woman who just had been hit, came over to him. While tipping off some of the ash from his cigarette, he halted to see what she would do. And indeed, she stopped right in front of him.

With her giggly way of talking, it indeed sounded like a girlish woman who was talking to him. However, Snake's years of experience made him find some hidden strenght in her voice. He decided to listen to what she had to say, but it was all about her looks. She wasn't unactractive however, so he decided to give her at least an answer.

"A hot mess?

Snake replied, with little emotion in his voice

"I can't say anything about a mess, but you're definately hot"

Still not too much emotion in his voice could be heared. But Snake knew what a lady liked to hear, and there was no lie in any of his words.