Finding Nemo....
Characters: McQueen (crossroaddeal), Argent (twoninths)
Date/Time: Sept 16, the afternoon
Location: In the wreckage of near sector 1
Rating: PG-13, for blood.
Summary: Argent comes across a bit of sticky and very gross mess. Pleasantries are exchanged.
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He had been heading back from his last round of making sure every living thing had been evacuated from the tree and into the Wilderness. He wasn’t trying to get himself killed. There was just a nagging feeling inside of him, telling that it would be his fault if something happened, if someone got hurt.
He had been extremely careful, but there was no warning when a sudden wind picked him up and threw him. He picked himself up, pain slowed him down. The rain pelting his face, made it hard for to see anything, nor hear much except the cracking of wood and glass windows shattering not far away. His eyes squeezed shut, he fell to the ground. Sharp pain spread through his body.
The hurricane had torn apart everything, half of sector 1 had completely collapsed, the other half was barely standing. It was very hard to discern what had once been inside and what had been outside.
Garbage and debris had been flung all over the place and pieces of shattered glass lay in wait from piece of flesh to dig itself into.
Not far from where the communal showers had once been, beneath several layers of wood, wall and other fragments of debris, there was part of a wall still standing with another piece of wall collapsed against it. The space between was barely enough to be comparable to a crawl space, but it may have once been able provided a little bit of shelter.
Date/Time: Sept 16, the afternoon
Location: In the wreckage of near sector 1
Rating: PG-13, for blood.
Summary: Argent comes across a bit of sticky and very gross mess. Pleasantries are exchanged.
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He had been heading back from his last round of making sure every living thing had been evacuated from the tree and into the Wilderness. He wasn’t trying to get himself killed. There was just a nagging feeling inside of him, telling that it would be his fault if something happened, if someone got hurt.
He had been extremely careful, but there was no warning when a sudden wind picked him up and threw him. He picked himself up, pain slowed him down. The rain pelting his face, made it hard for to see anything, nor hear much except the cracking of wood and glass windows shattering not far away. His eyes squeezed shut, he fell to the ground. Sharp pain spread through his body.
The hurricane had torn apart everything, half of sector 1 had completely collapsed, the other half was barely standing. It was very hard to discern what had once been inside and what had been outside.
Garbage and debris had been flung all over the place and pieces of shattered glass lay in wait from piece of flesh to dig itself into.
Not far from where the communal showers had once been, beneath several layers of wood, wall and other fragments of debris, there was part of a wall still standing with another piece of wall collapsed against it. The space between was barely enough to be comparable to a crawl space, but it may have once been able provided a little bit of shelter.