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[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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[Unsurprised to find that his device isn't functional even as a damn flashlight, Daryl spends the majority of the first day scavenging and looking for anyone else who might be trapped down here with him. He's better suited to this garbage than most, and he knows it.]

[Drawn by the noise- and the fact that sitting on his ass isn't something he does, Daryl will eventually find his way to the new area and continue to do his thing- scavenging, ~~saving people, hunting things~~, running into people... Beating zombie dogs to death with whatever he can rig up to get the job done. He also isn't so proud that he'd refuse help- or even companionship- so... Have at it.]

[Worms. Water (that will be boiled and hopefully safe, because Daryl's a god damn survivalist and knows how to make fire). More scavenging, more pressing onward as new areas become available. More ass kicking, because that's what he does best when it comes right down to it. Daryl Dixon laughs in the face of this Mickey Mouse bullshit... And by laughs we mean scowls, because I lied, that's what he does best. He'll be old hat at this shit by day three, so if anyone needs a helping hand, his is a good one to reach for. That's what he does. He'll be checking the network, too, so there's that. (Meaning if anyone wants me to tag it, hook it up and IT SHALL BE TAGGED. Actually that goes for any day the network is available.) ]

[Questioning! More of the same, only with added tiredness, because let's face it, it's been a while since he's had to deal with this shit back home and after getting semi-used to the relative comforts of the mansion, being stuck in a tunnel fucking sucks. With all the undead everything running around, he'll begin to ponder where they came from... And that of course will lead to pondering where the sickness back home came from.]

[RESIST. RESIST LIKE A BOSS. Daryl will spend the fifth and final day... Sitting on his ass with his back to the door, trying to get it out of his head and mostly succeeding. He'll be sitting there until the event ends and will be very, very pleased when he opens his eyes and finds himself back at his campsite. As pleased as Daryl gets, anyway.

...This one is really just for me because obviously nothing's going down. BUT IT'S HERE ANYWAY.]

[Completely surprised to find that his phone is about as useful as a brick- no, a half a brick, because a whole one you can like... Beat things with- Jesse spends the first day wandering around the caves with varying degrees of panic, stumbling across minimal amounts of food, water, and supplies just by sheer dumb luck. Well, dumb luck and the fact that he's totally following the moss like he'd seen on that NatGeo special about dudes getting lost in caves. Let it never be said that he's incapable of retaining important information... Explosions unlikely but possible- he probably won't be exploring too much on the first day. ]

[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. ]

Worms. One day of this crap would have been enough. Actually, one minute would have been enough, but by day three he's starting to get that that... Isn't really how this works. Crabby, tired, hungry, filthy... These are the days of our lives on the third day. Also still terrified, but that's pretty much a given. Expect some crabbiness and fiending for a cigarette or fifty. But hey, by this point it's possible he's learned how to get down to business with those bits of pipe and rocks, as well as any chemicals he may have managed to scrounge up while running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Come at him, bros. ...Or not. Point is, by day three he'll be a little less useless, so there's that. If you want actual help, this would be the day for that.]

Edited (fuck you, subject line, ruining my no-edit streak.....) 2013-10-04 02:27 (UTC)

[After a near death experience with... Something or other, he'd rather not think about it (and I haven't decided what it's gonna be, whoops), thanks, he'll start to wonder what would happen if he just up and died in these tunnels- more specifically, what his family would think if he died in one of these tunnels and never made it back home. He'll then come to the conclusion that in all likelihood they wouldn't even notice (for a few years, anyway...) at which point the actual question will become: what did he do to cause that? As in, which of his many fuck-ups was the fuckup?? Deep questions for the five seconds his mind isn't otherwise occupied with variations on a theme: trying not to die.]

[Also just for me, pretty much, BUT.

By this point he'll be pretty much done. Dehydrated and miserable (and hopefully warned that opening the door is absolutely the last thing he should do), he'll alternate between curling up on the ground somewhere with the stupid crackly radio and pacing. He'll pace pretty damn close to the door, too, but he won't end up opening it. He'll probably pass out before the day's through and wake up back in his room about 30% more traumatized than he already was.]

[ 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 ]

[It's the sound of an explosion that rocks its way through the mine and causes dust and debris to rain down from the ceiling that wakes Castiel from a sleep he'd never wanted.

In terms of sustenance, all he's found thus far is some water, and he's still completely unarmed. Scavenging for a weapon isn't something he's ever had to do, not when he's always had his angel blade on hand. For once, Castiel's completely unequipped and unprepared for the challenges ahead of him.

He would hardly admit it out loud, but one of those shotguns loaded up with rock salt would be a sight for sore eyes at the moment.

Speaking of eyes, he rubs the dust out of them as he gets to his feet and goes in search of the source of that explosion. It's while he drags his weary, all-too-human body through the winding paths of the maze that he comes across his first monster.

All in all, Castiel isn't that surprised to see one, even if the oversized spider is new to him. Someone else is already in the middle of engaging it, and as Castiel draws closer, he realizes it's a face he recognizes, if only from the screen of his phone. Daryl, he'd said his name was.

After that registers, Castiel takes a quick look around for any sign of something that could pass as a weapon.]

[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. ]

[Daryl, for his part, is faring reasonably well. He isn't carrying most of it on him, but he's managed to collect a decent amount of food, enough water to last him a few days with proper rationing, and a pretty wide array of weapons since they've been stuck down here. He's used to this- aside from the location, it really isn't all that much different from Georgia, and so while he's obviously not thrilled about the Mansion's latest facelift, he's dealing with it.

"It" in this particular moment being a massive spider looking to make a meal out of him. He's not completely screwed, but it's... Not quite the same thing as handling a walker, and so he's having something of a rough time about it. For one, he isn't entirely sure where these things keep their brains (the eyes are throwing him off with that one) and for another, well... Walkers only have two hands, and that's only sometimes.

They also don't sling webs, which at this point is the most pressing issue; it burns where it makes contact with his skin, and while he's managed to avoid getting it anywhere delicate like, say, his eyes, it's... Concerning.

Concerning enough that he has half a mind to haul ass outta here (because he hadn't survived as long as he had at home without learning when to run)... At least until he catches sight of Castiel headed his way. It's his lucky day- an angel should have no problem taking care of a spider, right?]

Hey! Little smitin' would be nice--!

[As he has no powers to speak of other than one hell of a stink eye, he's completely unaware of the lack of mojo Castiel has going on right now... He takes a swing with the axe that he's been toting around while he waits, not that it does a whole hell of a lot of good smashing against whatever armored shit the thing's got going on around its knees. Or whatever the spider equivalent of a kneecap is.]

[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.]

[Alright, so he had been following the sound of the explosion, checking to see if maybe someone'd blasted a way out... At least until another sound had caught his attention. Not the growling and snarling, no- though he'd of course noticed those- but the other noise: a familiar voice.

A familiar voice yelling, and that'd been reason enough to abandon his search and take up a new one, namely heading down the tunnel said yelling seems to be coming from.

Being orange must suck... Except for when it doesn't:]

Down! Keep your damn head down--!

[The fact that the bright orange fur or fuzz or whatever it is that covers the Lorax's body is impossible to miss is gonna be his saving grace right now; it's a hell of a lot easier for Daryl to reach for the (rusty) knife at his side and toss it like he means it when it's clear enough which part of the blur at the end of the tunnel is the one he should be hurling it at.

And fortunately for the Lorax, Daryl's aim is true: rusty or not, that knife sure does stick into the dog's head pretty good... Sucker's probably dead before it lands, but Daryl's steps toward it are cautious anyway.]

It bite you?

[The Lorax is small, which made hiding in air vents doable for a little while. But eventually he grew tired of this particular way of waiting things out, not to mention hungry and, well, scared, so he'd ventured out to see if he could find somebody. And he did! An animal even!

An animal who's gone rabid or something and has jaws as big as the Lorax himself!

Awesome!

Except it's not, and when Daryl shows up he'd only run a few feet before the creature pounced on him, growling and dripping and bleeding?! and oh God, oh God, oh God. When the thing finally flops over and the Lorax is able to stop screaming, look at Daryl, and catch his breath, he's only sure of one thing:]

I think I was just about to have a heart attack.

[James has spent the overwhelming majority of the event with Souji thus far. And really, Souji's the reason James hasn't gotten himself killed thus far.

Which, of course, makes it more alarming that they've gotten separated.

He's not really sure how it happened. One minute Souji was there and the next...had he taken a wrong turn? As a proud mapmaker, he's pretty sure that's not it, or that it at least wasn't his fault. Or maybe Souji had spotted another creature and wandered off (since he'd spent a good chunk of their time together trying to befriend the creatures). Either way, they aren't together now, and it is a problem.]

SOUJI? ...LILY? ...REMUS? HULLO? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

[He's been relatively useless on his own, cut off from his magic. But if he runs into one of those monsters, he'll be a dead man, so finding anyone is completely necessary. He hates having to be so reliant on others, but all he can really do is try to smack them around with his hands or throw rocks at them, and neither of those are particularly effective alone. The rocks mostly make them angry.]

[ 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. ]

[Honestly, it feels good to have something to do that doesn't require anything but brute force. It's nothing like the last event, is it? No city filled with people, no tragic heroes and ridiculous villains, just worms.

Yep. Giant worms. Big enough to eat a person.

The pick-ax can only do so much damage. Blake's spent his spare time overnight scraping the pointed edges against the hard rocks in an attempt to keep it sharp, but even that only goes so far against a looming worm and it's many, many teeth.

It is, in fact, one of these worms that he's arguing with. And after two days without food and minimal water, Blake's feeling it. It's not the most tired he's ever been, but as that worm bears down on the former cop, he's hoping the adrenaline will do its part.]

Come— on— you son of a bitch. Let go!

[And while he says this, he's making efforts to get his ax un-wedged from the flesh around the gaping maw of teeth. It's hooked in there but good and even risking a tug with a foot against the worm's side doesn't dislodge his only real weapon.]

Dammit!

[Annie's been carrying her radio around since yesterday. She's managed to find quite a bit of food and water, and has kept it on her person in various ways. (What? You really think anyone's in a position to complain about jerky stuffed down their bra?) She's been sending messages over the radio, trying to get any kind of reply. While she's gotten a few...she still hasn't seen anyone in days.

So when she finds Jesse in one of the rooms off the main corridor of the mine, she almost doesn't believe he's really there.]

Um. Hello??

[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.

[Reaching for the knife, he reiterates with a frown (and a little more harshness than usual- it's important):]

Did you get bit?

[Now, he doesn't know what the hell these things are, and he ain't gonna pretend he does... But one thing he knows for sure is that any creature with shit foaming out of its mouth isn't something you wanna get bit by, and the rotted nature of its flesh is reminding him too much of the walkers for his own comfort.

And so naturally, the first thing he needs to establish here is bites; you best hope you don't got any, friend.]

[Oh, Daryl hears, alright, he hears and he's supremely unhappy about it.

It's been a long, tense few days, and as such the sound of a voice- no matter how familiar or friendly- bellowing through the tunnels isn't doing much to alleviate his aggravation.

If anything, between the dogs and the worms and the spiders, and the fact that keeping quiet and staying out of sight has been how he's kept more or less out of the way of them, someone yelling in his general vicinity is a cause for concern.

And he feels for James, he really does... But that isn't gonna stop him from sneaking up behind him, quietly as you please, and clapping a hand over his mouth. Sorry, but it's for your own protection, kid.]

Easy--

[And he's just gonna go right ahead and try to drag him back to the place he's been holing up in. Safer.]

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

Daryl | Day 1

Daryl | Day 2

Daryl | Day 3

Daryl | Day 4

Daryl | Day 5

Jesse | Day 1

Jesse | Day 2

Jesse | Day 3

Jesse | Day 4

Jesse | Day 5

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action; gotcha! poor bb :C

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