_Stretch_

(After hiatus)

Born a soldier.

Raised to follow.

The IGE's first choice for a recon mission to Earth.

He is...PRIVATE BARNES.

Taking a break to clear my head a bit.

@blooddiamond: "Who you callin' imp?" Stretch stuck out that long tongue at Nat again, not even paying attention to the road, yet skillfully avoided traffic. "Some missionaries used to come into my home town back at home, one of em taught me how to drive, fcked her too." He shifted gears and kicked it up a notch, slipping into the opposing lane of traffic. The one's Stretch didn't try to avoid ended up swerving out of the way and hitting pedestrians on the street. "So what changed your mind babe? Into us irradiated apes?"

@blooddiamond:

"No no, you follow me girly.." Stretch stepped in front of Nat, giving her a bit of a wink and stepped out of the rave. While in the street, the ape recklessly stepped out in front of a cab, pulling a revolver out from the crotch of his jeans and pointed it at the driver. "Want a brain transplant with the seat? GET OUT" Stretch fired a round off in the air, finally spooking the driver right out of the cab so he could step right into the drivers seat, kicking the passenger's open for Natasha.

@quintus_knightfall:

"Bwuh...Balls..." Stretch laid in a nearby bush with nothing but jeans on, his shirt had been ripped to shreds along with his torso upon the fall. Sickly flesh repaired itself while the ape groaned and grumbled, his brain was also busy mending itself from a massive hangover. From what the deviant could recall, the Cubans didn't take kindly to him getting high on blow in the middle of a cargo plane ride. So they shot him, and threw him off the plane falling..Well he had no idea where he was exactly.

Finally, his spine snapped back into place with a crude pop and Stretch was on his feet again, shielding his bloodshot eyes from the morning sun. "Either I'm still stoned..Or this is a pretty snazzy resort.." He mumbled and scratched his arse, moving towards the nearest building for what seemed like miles, a mansion of some kind.

"Oi! Where's the front counter in this bitch? You better do breaky in bed or I might have to hit the next inn!" Stretch arrived at the front door, shouting in just barely understandable mumbles while using his lanky arms to slam upon the fine wooden entrance.

@quintus_knightfall: Yeah well, now I'm gonna.

@quintus_knightfall: I'm still blaming you, and I'm coming to your house.

@quintus_knightfall: You didn't return my calls, helmet hair >_>

SWINE

@pyrogram:

"Well not just drink, snort, inject and other such delicious acts..But yeah, I came here with the smuggler." Stretch grabbed yet another beer and started to drink it like water. "I do the odd job here and there when cash is tight though."