[Jon] Close Encounters of the Smoke Kind
Who: Jon Murphy
Where: heading NW from the medical facility
When: Day 20, midday/early afternoon (after this)
Invited: May, Kenzaki
Status: Complete
Jon stepped out of the main entrance and took a deep breath of fresh air, stretching happily, then jumped a back hurriedly as Faith and George came careering past in the jeep. "Jeez, where the hell did she get her licence?"
May grinned. "Who said she's got one? C'mon."
He shook his head in despair and thumbed the radio to advise Daniel that they were finally moving out. This was so not what he wanted to do today, but Danny was the boss so let's just get on with the job, one foot in front of the other.. Don't think about the prisoners, psycho-Boone, psycho-Vaseline, all the other crap rapidly disappearing behind them.
"Are you always this cranky?"
"I was born cranky."
"And that means you run everywhere and generally act like jerk?"
Jon looked at May sideways. Was he running? Not really. Just.. moving. Quickly. Because he wanted to get back. Maybe not the best way to complete a sweep, but it didn't mean he wouldn't cover every inch of ground at least once.
"Yes."
May's answer was interrupted by a crashing sound in the distance, causing them both to take cover behind a tree - or in a tree, in May's case. He was really going to have to get used to that.
"Can you see anything?" he whispered to the upper branches, unholstering his gun. He really hoped that wasn't another boar, or a polar bear.
"Nope," came the reply. "Oh wait.. No. Nothing."
Another crash echoed through the forest, from another direction. Jon's head whipped round, but he still couldn't see anything. The third crash was closer.
"Get out of the tree," he hissed. That was not a bear.
"No, you come up!" A hand appeared above his head.
"Down! Anything that large isn't going to give a shit about the tree!"
"God, you really are cranky. Ok."
The fourth crash matched May's easy landing, but any amusement factor was quickly dismissed as they realized that whatever was doing this had made the ground shake. A flock of birds and small mammals came running from the same direction, along with the sound of trees creaking and rustling from something other than wind. Shit.
"How 'bout we run now?"
Where: heading NW from the medical facility
When: Day 20, midday/early afternoon (after this)
Invited: May, Kenzaki
Status: Complete
Jon stepped out of the main entrance and took a deep breath of fresh air, stretching happily, then jumped a back hurriedly as Faith and George came careering past in the jeep. "Jeez, where the hell did she get her licence?"
May grinned. "Who said she's got one? C'mon."
He shook his head in despair and thumbed the radio to advise Daniel that they were finally moving out. This was so not what he wanted to do today, but Danny was the boss so let's just get on with the job, one foot in front of the other.. Don't think about the prisoners, psycho-Boone, psycho-Vaseline, all the other crap rapidly disappearing behind them.
"Are you always this cranky?"
"I was born cranky."
"And that means you run everywhere and generally act like jerk?"
Jon looked at May sideways. Was he running? Not really. Just.. moving. Quickly. Because he wanted to get back. Maybe not the best way to complete a sweep, but it didn't mean he wouldn't cover every inch of ground at least once.
"Yes."
May's answer was interrupted by a crashing sound in the distance, causing them both to take cover behind a tree - or in a tree, in May's case. He was really going to have to get used to that.
"Can you see anything?" he whispered to the upper branches, unholstering his gun. He really hoped that wasn't another boar, or a polar bear.
"Nope," came the reply. "Oh wait.. No. Nothing."
Another crash echoed through the forest, from another direction. Jon's head whipped round, but he still couldn't see anything. The third crash was closer.
"Get out of the tree," he hissed. That was not a bear.
"No, you come up!" A hand appeared above his head.
"Down! Anything that large isn't going to give a shit about the tree!"
"God, you really are cranky. Ok."
The fourth crash matched May's easy landing, but any amusement factor was quickly dismissed as they realized that whatever was doing this had made the ground shake. A flock of birds and small mammals came running from the same direction, along with the sound of trees creaking and rustling from something other than wind. Shit.
"How 'bout we run now?"