Medium · Composure ≥ 4
Kim's posture is unusually rigid -- he's used to this sort of thing, but he's not particularly happy about being used to it.
Motorics
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525 · Voice lines
Kim's posture is unusually rigid -- he's used to this sort of thing, but he's not particularly happy about being used to it.
Don't go grabbing at your chest and screaming bloody murder. Keep your cool. Remember -- looking good always makes you feel better.
Outwardly, they both exude calm, but there's something disturbing about this thought to both of them.
Outwardly, she exudes calm, but there's something disturbing about this thought to her.
The lieutenant's voice is as calm as usual -- a testament to the violence and death he's witnessed through the sight of his firearm.
The lieutenant has granted you an aura of legitimacy. Bathe in it, but don't let your satisfaction show. Play it cool.
His scintillating face-shape flashes with an expression that resembles disgust.
No, you don't. She's mistaken you for an old person! Say you're cool.
The sharp drop in endorphins is almost visible. Like a warm blanket has fallen off her shoulders -- the wave of chill, the quivering jaw. Indications of a drug high.
She's still at her mainframe, pressing buttons, reading printouts, but she's started nodding her head along to the music.
He's covering up any nerves with the tried and true method -- excessive drinking.
You wince as your injured leg throbs with fresh pain. The drunk doesn't notice.
It's because it's not cool or stylish. It's lame and out -- even Ms. Kapaleva couldn't pull it off.
He's struggling to cover up his nerves now that he's having one less beer a day.
Calm now. Carefully. Just another day, just another dead body. Breathe.
The leather jacket suits him well. It must be custom-made.