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snowblindrpg2017-12-18 06:28 pm
alivingweapon) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-12-18 06:28 pm
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[log] look it's gamora [closed]
Characters: Gamora, Peter, Rocket, Stephen
Location: building 303
Date: day 308, evening
Summary: the guys come through the tunnels to meet up with Gamora
Warnings: I can almost guarantee bad language, and Gamora starts the whole thing off ready to stab someone. So it starts there. I'll updateif as it gets worse.
Not what she expected when she stepped off the ship to go shopping, but she thinks she's done all right. Two of her friends are here. That's something. They're reconnecting soon. That's something. This building is green, seems well protected from the elements, and that's all something. Hopefully they'll make it before the doors lock closed. If they don't, well, she trusts that they can take care of themselves. Even if she doesn't like it.
She does a very quick sweep, just enough to make sure she's alone in here. Then she begins a more thorough investigation. One of the first things she turns up is a pair of over-sized shears with long wooden handles. She's not sure what their intended use is, but she's pretty sure the point is fine enough for her to put them through someone. Good find. She figures out a way to loop them through one of the leather straps on her bag that allows her to get them in hand easily, and continues searching.
She's hears the noise before she enters the room. It's a kind of scraping, scratching, thumping noise.
Like something caught in the walls? Except the walls seem pretty solid, and it's coming from below the floor. Fuck. It takes her a moment to find the door, and she quickly takes note of the hinges, positions herself to be behind it when it opens, giant sheers in hand. All right, shitty alternate future Earth. Bring it.
Location: building 303
Date: day 308, evening
Summary: the guys come through the tunnels to meet up with Gamora
Warnings: I can almost guarantee bad language, and Gamora starts the whole thing off ready to stab someone. So it starts there. I'll update
Not what she expected when she stepped off the ship to go shopping, but she thinks she's done all right. Two of her friends are here. That's something. They're reconnecting soon. That's something. This building is green, seems well protected from the elements, and that's all something. Hopefully they'll make it before the doors lock closed. If they don't, well, she trusts that they can take care of themselves. Even if she doesn't like it.
She does a very quick sweep, just enough to make sure she's alone in here. Then she begins a more thorough investigation. One of the first things she turns up is a pair of over-sized shears with long wooden handles. She's not sure what their intended use is, but she's pretty sure the point is fine enough for her to put them through someone. Good find. She figures out a way to loop them through one of the leather straps on her bag that allows her to get them in hand easily, and continues searching.
She's hears the noise before she enters the room. It's a kind of scraping, scratching, thumping noise.
Like something caught in the walls? Except the walls seem pretty solid, and it's coming from below the floor. Fuck. It takes her a moment to find the door, and she quickly takes note of the hinges, positions herself to be behind it when it opens, giant sheers in hand. All right, shitty alternate future Earth. Bring it.