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snowblindrpg2017-11-02 10:47 pm
sharktrash) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-11-02 10:47 pm
Entry tags:
[log] one direction [closed]
Characters: Bucky & Squalo
Location: 122 to maintenance tunnels to 273
Date: 293 morning to 293 night / 294 morning
Summary: Bucky and Squalo accidentally meet,mug each other and travel together for a day while Imaginary Time starts setting in, because why not.
Warnings: there goes the violence, will update as needed
[ Squalo wakes up with a jolt. ]
[ The nightmare fades, but parts of it still linger in the back of his mind. It was just a dream, right? But what was going on back there? He had no doubts his absence would be noticed by -- ]
[ How long has it been again? ]
[ He can't quite tell. Long. Too long. It feels like he can count back the weeks, months spent in cold hell, but he has no idea what day it's supposed to be, nor recount what exactly he'd been up to this whole time. Wandering aimlessly while everything he cares about is in danger, no doubt. ]
[ He sets off as soon as the lockdown ends, braving through the snow with some kind of newfound, almost manic determination. He needed to get out, he needed to make sure the stupid fucking dream wouldn't turn into reality, and that included moving. He had a few good leads for people currently working on things that could potentially aid their escape -- of course he'd gather several over all this time -- and it was long past time to join in. ]
[ It doesn't take long to reach the building that supposedly held the entrance to the tunnels, though of course it's enough time to get cold, even if he's definitely more dressed than on his first day (including a towel-cape, which means he's got a cheerful dolphin picture spread on his back). He swears loudly and slams the door behind himself, shifting from foot to foot a bit and rubbing his good hand against his arm, and then -- ]
[ Someone was already there. ]
[ Immediately, he falls quiet. A moment later, he moves carefully toward the other room, staying by the wall for cover, listening for any other signs of life -- or danger. ]
Location: 122 to maintenance tunnels to 273
Date: 293 morning to 293 night / 294 morning
Summary: Bucky and Squalo accidentally meet
Warnings: there goes the violence, will update as needed
[ Squalo wakes up with a jolt. ]
[ The nightmare fades, but parts of it still linger in the back of his mind. It was just a dream, right? But what was going on back there? He had no doubts his absence would be noticed by -- ]
[ How long has it been again? ]
[ He can't quite tell. Long. Too long. It feels like he can count back the weeks, months spent in cold hell, but he has no idea what day it's supposed to be, nor recount what exactly he'd been up to this whole time. Wandering aimlessly while everything he cares about is in danger, no doubt. ]
[ He sets off as soon as the lockdown ends, braving through the snow with some kind of newfound, almost manic determination. He needed to get out, he needed to make sure the stupid fucking dream wouldn't turn into reality, and that included moving. He had a few good leads for people currently working on things that could potentially aid their escape -- of course he'd gather several over all this time -- and it was long past time to join in. ]
[ It doesn't take long to reach the building that supposedly held the entrance to the tunnels, though of course it's enough time to get cold, even if he's definitely more dressed than on his first day (including a towel-cape, which means he's got a cheerful dolphin picture spread on his back). He swears loudly and slams the door behind himself, shifting from foot to foot a bit and rubbing his good hand against his arm, and then -- ]
[ Someone was already there. ]
[ Immediately, he falls quiet. A moment later, he moves carefully toward the other room, staying by the wall for cover, listening for any other signs of life -- or danger. ]