entrancelogs | [017] / [☢☢2] worms! why did it have to be worms?! [open]

Who: Daryl Dixon & Friends; Jesse Pinkman & Friends
Where: all along the watchtower. and by watchtower I mean mine shafts
When: 10/3-10/7
Rating: R, probably
Summary: In an effort to keep from spamming, only one post was made on that day...
The Story:

Daryl:

He should have expected this. He had expected this, actually, given the fact that he's learned by now that when them weirdos start popping up over the network, shit's about to get real bad real soon. And so he isn't exactly surprised to find the world he wakes up in different than the one he'd passed out in... But he's actually taken aback at how different it is. He'd fallen asleep outside, you see, in one of the many campsites he's got hanging out in various points in the woods; it's getting colder and so he'd figured he may as well take advantage of being able stay out there comfortably.

And so waking up underground with everything that entails- the air pressure, the cool, wet darkness of the tunnels, the echo as he shifts himself into a sitting postion and his boots scrape against the stones- is a little disorienting.

But only for a second. He's been through too much to let something like this paralyze him... Even if given recent events the last place he wants to be stuck is in a fucking cave.

Jesse:

The first thing that crosses Jesse's mind when he opens his eyes (because hey, the one that'd been swollen shut upon his arrival is functioning again! Hallelujah, amen, and praise to the headache he gets from adjusting to using both!) is "Jesus, again?", swiftly followed by the verbal form of "alkjsdhgklja"... Which probably doesn't sound much different from the kinds of noises the zombie dogs and huge, man-eating, fanged fleshlights will be making as they chase him down in just a few short days.

But that's skipping ahead a bit, and where's the fun in that? (Answer: there's no fun in any of this at all). He'd been warned about the events, of course, he'd even read the pamphlet like a good little newbie, but the reality of the situation had been mostly lost on him; when he'd asked about booby traps and spiked ceilings, he'd been thinking more along the lines of the figurative, kind of like when someone says they pissed themselves laughing. No one ever actually pisses themselves so why does he feel like he's stepped into some kind of bastardization of the Goonies? If he starts running into skeleton pirates and mob rejects and shit, there's gonna be a problem... After some hemming and hawing and general bitching to himself about wanting to talk to his lawyer- and a bit of figurative pants-pissing, too- he eventually decides that he'd really, really rather not die of starvation in a hole in the ground, and gets moving. There's gotta be a way out... And besides, Goonies never say die, yo. It's kind of a thing.

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[Terrified by the noise- because holy fucking shit that sounds like a cave in- Jesse will probably avoid the source of the sound for fear of, you know, getting squashed like a pancake. For most of the day, anyway. Eventually, he'll take a wrong turn somewhere, or his crappy little flashlight will run out, and he'll wind up in front of the new area anyway, at which point he's likely to come across some explosives or chemicals... Probably while being chased by zombie dogs. There will be running. Lots and lots of running...

Also explosions because there's dynamite in mines and he's just the type to hurl that shit into a tunnel without thinking of the consequences. Come at him, bros. ]

[ Hey, 'staying as far away from danger as possible' is the name of the game for Daniel as well! Hello there new friend.

A quick summary: Daniel's clothes are elaborate and Victorian and covered in underground mine grime. His face looks like that of a man who's hardly slept, primarily because that is exactly the case. And he's hallucinating pretty badly thanks to the fear and the low light levels. But, uh, he'd rather not advertise that last part.

He's also fucking terrified of the dark, so when he sees the yellow circle of a flashlight up ahead, he hurries towards it without a second thought. ]

Hello? Is somebody there?

[ Shut up he doesn't sound shrill shut up ]

[HEYA BUDDY.

Okay, Jesse isn't a little bitch (shut up, he absolutely isn't), but being that he's trapped underground (he thinks...) with no exit in sight and a really, really crappy flashlight that keeps shitting the bed and dying at the worst possible times, there's something extra sinister about the dark. And the dust. And the shadows. And the dark shadows and sneezing that echos and the growling and Jesus Christ why is this happening??

Point is, they're like two peas in a tiny, cramped, shitty jumpy pod. And so when the flashlight flickers back on just in time for Jesse to catch a glimpse of a disntictly monster-shaped shadow in front of him, he can't really be blamed for that distinctly yelp-shaped sound that comes out of his mouth.]

What?? [Oh. It's talking. Well, that's a relief. Kind of. It's not, like, barking... So he's taking that as a win.

Keeping the flashlight extended and clutched in his hands like a lightsaber, he tentatively approaches the dude, brow creased.] Thank God. Dude, you have no idea-- I thought I was the only one down here. [He narrows his eyes as they adjust enough for him to get a good look at the guy's clothes. Not the state of them, because that'd just be hypocritical, but...] ...What're you wearing?

[Because that's a thing that matters in caves. Totally. Look, he's trying to focus on the not-horrifying, okay?]

[ Hey man I wouldn't be so quick to discount that Daniel is barking, but let's not go into that and instead focus on: ]

Thank God, [ he says fervently, overlapping Jesse's exclamation. Not gonna lie, even when he saw the circle of light it could have been a mirage, but somebody standing in front of him and talking is something he can trust. ]

I - I thought the same --

[ And then the all-important clothing question. He stares at Jesse for a moment, half 'what kind of a question is that' and half 'xcuse are you insulting my sweet threads'. ]

Excuse me?

[ In the corners of his eyes the walls pulse slowly, like the insides of a great rocky oesophagus; Daniel shifts to keep his balance. ]

[Jesse doesn't notice the way the guy shifts, probably because his eyes are occupied darting around the tunnel. His mind is going a mile a minute and every small noise, every drip, every... whatever that grinding kind of noise is, makes him twitch slightly.

Daniel's response comes on the heels of a particularly spaz-inducing scrape of something against rocks that sounds like it's coming from nearby, and so he's a little distracted, already having forgotten all about clothes in favor of pondering whatever horror is around the corner--] Huh? Oh. Uh, never mind. Look, have you seen anything else down here? Cuz I keep hearing these noises coming from, like... Everywhere. But it's so dark--

[He shines his light back down the part of the tunnel behind him.] I swear to god, there's something following me, man...

[It's probably a zombie dog. Like, ninety-nine percent, it's a zombie dog. Which would make sense, considering the small bits of food he's managed to collect are all packed up in the moth-eaten and dusty backpack he'd ~~tripped over~~ scavenged from one of the mine carts that's slung over one shoulder.]

[ After a nerve-wracking day and night down here, the sounds are alarming enough, but seeing someone else react to them and confirm their presence is worse. Daniel's doing his fair share of flinching and twitching over here as well. Dear god if he never sees another creepy dark tunnel again it'll be too soon. ]

What? [ Oh jeez. He finally finds a person and a light and now there are things following them oh god oh god this is just his luck he's going to die. He's already backing away a few paces, though he's reluctant to get too far from the light. ] What is it? Is it close?

[ You might want to repeat the question in a minute, because Daniel's kind of skipped over it in fright. ]

[Jesse's with you on that, buddy. If he makes it through this alive, spelunking is absolutely out as a pastime.

Not that he'd ever actually entertained the idea of spelunking, but there you go.

He notices the way the guy's backing up, and subconsciously moves closer because fuck being alone in a cave with things after him.]

Whoa, whoa, wait-- Hold up. [He shines the light down the tunnel.] I have no idea what they are, they're like... Wolves, or something. I don't know, I heard growling and then it kind of smelled like wet dog with like roadkill accents, or whatever... [He suppresses a shudder.] Nasty, yo.

[And as if on cue, that same stench seems to waft under his nose from behind him, from the same direction as what sounds, to him, like six inch claws scraping over gravel.

He looks over at the guy, eyes wide.]

...Oh my god.

[017] / [☢☢2] worms! why did it have to be worms?! [open]

Jesse | Day 2

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