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snowblindrpg2015-08-21 11:08 am
heroproceeding) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-08-21 11:08 am
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[log] In which two idiots pick a fight with their shadows that are each other [closed]
Characters: Lancer (croi) and Zack (heroproceeding)
Location: Building 35 in Square E06
Date: Backdated to Day 26, Night because there's nothing like a belated hallucination party!!
Summary: Thundersnow blah blah blah hallucinations suck blah blah blah good chances a fight's gonna break out blah blah blah their lives suck.
Warnings: Fighting, cursing, being jackasses to each other without meaning to be and all that other nonsense. FUN TIMES. FUN. ...TIMES.... sob
At first, he'd been okay. Really. Bored, certainly. But he had also been tired from all the traveling. Well... All the traveling and the strain of unease from seeing all those bodies in the morgue. That hadn't been a pleasant investigation, that. He hadn't been there long, but he had certainly been there long enough, matching up names to bodies. No one he had known personally. But plenty of evidence that if they weren't careful, they would all end up stone cold in that morgue. Though why the administrator allowed some to live while others to die, he hadn't an idea.
All he could perhaps attribute to it was that they either hadn't made it to them in time... or it had been allowed. Another sacrifice for the cause... At least that had been his primary concern at first. But it hadn't lasted. Not when he'd gotten in contact with one of the last people he had expected to ever hear from again. Someone he had immediately agreed to locate as soon as he could and he was thankful Lancer was more than willing to go with him. If it hadn't been for the weather...
But no matter how long they waited for things to die down, the wind only continued to howl, the odd thunder forever booming. The house protested with creaks and sighs that more than half the time made it sound like it would give at any moment. But even by evening, it still held its ground to the progressively nastier weather. By then, had they looked, they would have seen that the snow had gotten to the point where it was covering the view from the windows.
But... by then, Zack hadn't been looking anymore. By then, he'd quit his squatting routine, stopped with the push-ups and planks and every other move he could think of to keep himself active to stay warm and unfocused on the fact that he felt so trapped. Now, he was in the living room leaning tightly in a corner in good view of all entrances but yet not eyeing them at all as he dug his fingers into the fabric of the coat he always wore, tighter and tighter...
croi) and Zack (heroproceeding) Location: Building 35 in Square E06
Date: Backdated to Day 26, Night because there's nothing like a belated hallucination party!!
Summary: Thundersnow blah blah blah hallucinations suck blah blah blah good chances a fight's gonna break out blah blah blah their lives suck.
Warnings: Fighting, cursing, being jackasses to each other without meaning to be and all that other nonsense. FUN TIMES. FUN. ...TIMES.... sob
At first, he'd been okay. Really. Bored, certainly. But he had also been tired from all the traveling. Well... All the traveling and the strain of unease from seeing all those bodies in the morgue. That hadn't been a pleasant investigation, that. He hadn't been there long, but he had certainly been there long enough, matching up names to bodies. No one he had known personally. But plenty of evidence that if they weren't careful, they would all end up stone cold in that morgue. Though why the administrator allowed some to live while others to die, he hadn't an idea.
All he could perhaps attribute to it was that they either hadn't made it to them in time... or it had been allowed. Another sacrifice for the cause... At least that had been his primary concern at first. But it hadn't lasted. Not when he'd gotten in contact with one of the last people he had expected to ever hear from again. Someone he had immediately agreed to locate as soon as he could and he was thankful Lancer was more than willing to go with him. If it hadn't been for the weather...
But no matter how long they waited for things to die down, the wind only continued to howl, the odd thunder forever booming. The house protested with creaks and sighs that more than half the time made it sound like it would give at any moment. But even by evening, it still held its ground to the progressively nastier weather. By then, had they looked, they would have seen that the snow had gotten to the point where it was covering the view from the windows.
But... by then, Zack hadn't been looking anymore. By then, he'd quit his squatting routine, stopped with the push-ups and planks and every other move he could think of to keep himself active to stay warm and unfocused on the fact that he felt so trapped. Now, he was in the living room leaning tightly in a corner in good view of all entrances but yet not eyeing them at all as he dug his fingers into the fabric of the coat he always wore, tighter and tighter...