Testrun Box

Corbeau closed her eyes a moment as she pressed against the wall. The flag that her team had to capture was fifty yards ahead of her, the fastest path the cyborg saw was a small alley that would make whomever entered an easy target. She slid the paintball gun over her shoulder risking a glance over so she could get a quick glance for a fire escape or some other access up to the roof figuring she’d find another way, her time score would take a hit, but no way she was going to get caught.

"Damn always has to be some damn idiot.  Why they get stuck in my unit."

((Feel free to be a teammate or on the opposing team))
Yeah the computer’s on, but Corbeau’s ignoring the paperwork she has to turn in. Instead she’s pegging her coworkers with paper balls made from the pad of sticky notes on her desk. Hey it beats walking out of the office in the middle of the day just because she’s in one of those moods.

Hey look another ball of paper is headed your way!

"Wha? I didn' do anyt'in',"  Innocent look work?

3 [Fun!]

And the downside of how her cybernetics are set up? She needs to charge them. Though hey doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy a friendly game if anyone’s up to trying to beat her score on the gunner sim she’s playing while her a cord’s going from her arm to the wall outlet. Good thing she’s using her flesh arm.

"Oh come on, that was a cheap sho' wit' de zombies behin' me."  She hissed reloading the gun.