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route_10652014-01-26 10:06 pm
cobraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa) wrote in route_10652014-01-26 10:06 pm
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Who: Cobra Commander and Carmen Sandiego
Where: Vermilion City
When: January 25th!
Summary: Two absolutely normal people having an absolutely normal conversation and absolutely neither of them have had their own Saturday morning cartoon shows.
Rating: G? PG at the most.
Log:
Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, but disguise was never one of Cobra Commander's best skills. He couldn't mimic voices, he has no real idea how to blend in, and he may be the only person on earth whose disguises were easier to spot than his actual face. Which made running around Vermilion City trying to pass as a police officer that much more annoying. The slightest mistake could spell certain doom.
It didn't exactly help matters that people kept expecting things of him every time he put on this stupid uniform. He'd probably performed more miscellaneous good deeds since attacking the Vermilion City Gym than he'd done in his entire life. At least now that he was back at the docks he could stop pretending to actually care about getting a Houndour out of a tree or any of the other seemingly infinite problems people had on a daily basis.
And at least now maybe he could make someone else miserable for a change. Yell at people to work faster or threaten to have someone reported to the Executives. Yes, that would certainly turn this day around.
Where: Vermilion City
When: January 25th!
Summary: Two absolutely normal people having an absolutely normal conversation and absolutely neither of them have had their own Saturday morning cartoon shows.
Rating: G? PG at the most.
Log:
Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, but disguise was never one of Cobra Commander's best skills. He couldn't mimic voices, he has no real idea how to blend in, and he may be the only person on earth whose disguises were easier to spot than his actual face. Which made running around Vermilion City trying to pass as a police officer that much more annoying. The slightest mistake could spell certain doom.
It didn't exactly help matters that people kept expecting things of him every time he put on this stupid uniform. He'd probably performed more miscellaneous good deeds since attacking the Vermilion City Gym than he'd done in his entire life. At least now that he was back at the docks he could stop pretending to actually care about getting a Houndour out of a tree or any of the other seemingly infinite problems people had on a daily basis.
And at least now maybe he could make someone else miserable for a change. Yell at people to work faster or threaten to have someone reported to the Executives. Yes, that would certainly turn this day around.