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entrancelogs2013-10-03 09:49 pm
unsleeved) wrote in entrancelogs2013-10-03 09:49 pm
[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.
[[ooc: Subthreads by day below! (Unless you're looking at this and there aren't any, in which case GIMME A SEC I COCKED UP THE HTML.) If we had plans of any kind and you want me to set something up, I will definitely do that. Otherwise (or if you happen to feel like setting up something specific) HAVE AT IT.]]
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.
[[ooc: Subthreads by day below! (Unless you're looking at this and there aren't any, in which case GIMME A SEC I COCKED UP THE HTML.) If we had plans of any kind and you want me to set something up, I will definitely do that. Otherwise (or if you happen to feel like setting up something specific) HAVE AT IT.]]
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