LONELY PRESS PLAY / o, joining

[charrie graveyard]

x
x
x
x
x

[div style="text-align: justify;"] [ REBOOTING SYSTEM...]
[ ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE - RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS... ]
[ NO DAMAGE DETECTED - RESUMING... ]

With a sharp intake, the tabby would finally awaken, brown eyes fluttering open as the circle symbol on the side of his head began to glow a brilliant blue. How long had he been out? Hours? Days? ... Weeks? No. It couldn't have been that long...

Shaking his head, he would look around, taking note of the sound of waves nearby and the cries of seagulls flying above him. He was... on a beach, but where? The male's thought process was immediately interrupted as waves began lapping at his back paws, causing him to shift and recoil, moving away from the water's edge. Eyes narrowing as he gazed out at the great expanse of blue behind him, Connor took a few brief moments to try and remember what had happened to him... but he found... nothing. He didn't remember a single thing- only that he was RK800, or better known as Connor. He was here to find out about the native groups of animals in this area... but he wasn't sure why. Either way- that was his mission. The only mission he had to complete for now.

Now that he had gotten the few things he remembered in order, the gray tabby would stand up, shaking his wet fur out and sending droplets flying onto the sand beneath his paws. If he was here to investigate the native groups... perhaps there was one nearby? He could only hope, anyway. Scanning the beach, Connor let out a small sigh- no one in sight. Not right now, at least. "Hello!? Is there anyone out there? My name is Connor... I came to visit your group!" He called out, tail flicking as he patiently waited for an answer.[/size]

★ tags ★