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Establishing the whereabouts of all my pups.
Alex Krycek, bruised and bleeding, hobbles his way into the infirmary. He sees people.
He's not so sure they see him.
Without a word, he flops onto the nearest bed and promptly passes out.
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Monk, like Krycek, is unconscious.
Physically, he's fine. Mentally? He's completely exhausted.
He killed things.
And there he is, on the floor near his canon, out cold.
Hey, Munch? Monk apologizes.
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And then we have Nick Carraway, who hasn't done a damn thing this whole time. He heard alarms and screaming and then there were magog and explosions and gunfire and...
... he hid.
Now he's cautiously wandering out of his room, heading outside to survey the destruction and possibly meet some new faces.
[OOC: You can tag either Krycek, Monk, or Nick on this thread. It makes things much easier, don't you think? ^^;]
He's not so sure they see him.
Without a word, he flops onto the nearest bed and promptly passes out.
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Monk, like Krycek, is unconscious.
Physically, he's fine. Mentally? He's completely exhausted.
He killed things.
And there he is, on the floor near his canon, out cold.
Hey, Munch? Monk apologizes.
----------------------------------
And then we have Nick Carraway, who hasn't done a damn thing this whole time. He heard alarms and screaming and then there were magog and explosions and gunfire and...
... he hid.
Now he's cautiously wandering out of his room, heading outside to survey the destruction and possibly meet some new faces.
[OOC: You can tag either Krycek, Monk, or Nick on this thread. It makes things much easier, don't you think? ^^;]