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and suddenly: ghosts [CLOSED]

Aug 06, 2010 01:05

Characters: Donut [grenading] and Simmons [huptwo]

Setting/Location: The forest.

Date & Time: Day 10. Noon-ish.

Warnings: Donut. he is a warning all on his own.

Summary: Donut wakes up in the forest! Simmons just happens to be unlucky enough to find him there.

( golly, i sure am sore! )

franklin delano donut, #complete, dick simmons, #style: prose, *day 10

Comments 17

huptwo August 6 2010, 05:58:22 UTC

Simmons wasn't any better off when he woke up.

"Shit. Grif, I swear to god, if this is because you touched those damn things..." He'd told him not to but when had Grif ever listened to him? When had anyone listened to him? For all he knew, they'd been thrown to another planet somehow. Given everything else that had happened, he wouldn't have been surprised ( ... )

grenading August 6 2010, 06:11:42 UTC

If anyone unsavory was nearby, Donut would have made an easy target to pick off right about then. Still pacing around, he nearly tripped over that damn tree root for the fifth time before he finally decided to try and calm down. He stopped in his tracks, letting his hands drop to his sides.

"Okay, Frankie, you gotta calm down. Deeeeep breaths. In and out," Talking to himself often helped him calm down, especially when he was alone. He just didn't like panicking when there was no one else there to share his anxiety with, so he figured there was no point in passing out again. After a few deep inhales, Donut looked around again.

Nothing but trees, trees and more trees. He clicked his tongue, letting his gaze drop to the ground. There were his weapons... and a weird ... something. Crouching down to scoop up his guns and grenades--thank God they didn't go off while he was passed out!--and securing them, Donut picked up the other ..thing. Giving it a look-over, it appeared to be a mini computer of some sort. Didn't look that advanced, ( ... )

huptwo August 6 2010, 06:30:14 UTC

A few steps into the woods and a loud crunch caused him to stop. That crunch didn't sound like branches or leaves and sounded more like the noise glasses made when you stepped on them. Simmons lifted his foot to see just how the hell he'd managed to find the only pair of glasses on the floor of a forest and was surprised to find, instead, a small cell phone-like device.

The hell? "What is this thing?" He wondered under his breath and reached down to pick up the almost-familiar device. Whatever the hell it was, he'd managed to crack the screen down the middle, and it was a little tricky to turn the thing on with his gloves on.

Still, it managed to come to life and didn't seem any worse off for the crack. Simmons watched as the screen displayed its opening tutorial, reading the information eagerly. "Junogam..." It wasn't a familiar term, but he was interested in this WillaKnet it talked about. Once it prompted for his name and a password he typed it in and hit send ( ... )

grenading August 6 2010, 06:40:42 UTC

"What is this? A PDA? Or like, one of those Blackberries? Man, I always wanted one of those!" Donut continued talking to himself as the Junogram went through the tutorial, watching the screen intently. A name and password? Well, that was a little weird. "...hmn..." After a moment's thought, Donut started gingerly typing on the device, making sure not to press the buttons too hard. If he broke this thing, he doubted he could find anyone to fix it! It might be his last hope!

Fiddling around with it, Donut wasn't entirely paying attention to what was going on around him. All he cared to fixate his eyes on was in his hands, and so he didn't quite hear if anyone else was approaching from behind.

A little airheaded for just having been shot in the Goddamn stomach not that long ago. But, as far as Donut was concerned, getting this thing running took precedence. "Maybe I can get a hold of Sarge with this doohickey! And then we can have an awesome reunion party!!"

huptwo August 6 2010, 07:07:53 UTC

The noise continued but it seemed to get quieter, but it was loud enough that he could still follow it. Simmons wasn't about to run into whatever the hell it was, though, without scoping it out first. He tried to creep along quietly so he could get a good look at what he was dealing with before deciding if he actually wanted to deal with it. For all he knew, it was Tex beating the shit out of the local wildlife, and Simmons would be glad to leave her to it.

But once he got to a point where he could see a small clearing, he froze on the spot. Someone had their back turned to him and they were obviously talking to themselves and yeah, that was really weird, but what was even stranger was the fact they were pink.

"... Oh my god I'm dead." It was suddenly so very clear. "Shit. That bitch killed me in my sleep and now I'm dead because there's Donut." It just figured. Lived through all that bullshit just to be offed in the night by some crazy chick, all because her whipped boyfriend had to let her out of stasis ( ... )

grenading August 6 2010, 07:21:07 UTC

Donut might have been.. well... distracted, but it was a little hard to ignore the abrupt interruption. He gasped suddenly, fumbling with the Junogram and nearly dropping it. "Yikes!" He managed to keep a hold on it, though, giving a look over his shoulder. "Who's over there??" Maybe if he stood up...

"Hey, whoever you are, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?" Unless... "...Well, unless you're that one guy.. and if you are, I've got some words for you, mister!!" Leave it to Donut to be remarkably slow on the uptake when it actually mattered. Still, he was being entirely serious, for once. If it was Agent Washington, Donut probably wouldn't be able to keep a handle on his temper ( ... )

huptwo August 6 2010, 07:33:23 UTC

Simmons was having a hard time believing his eyes. Maybe Tex had thrown him around a little harder than he thought and knocked his vision beyond repair. Or maybe she'd put him in a coma and this was all some messed up dream.

But that would mean dreaming about Donut, and he didn't want to entertain that thought.

Donut turned around though and sure enough, there he was. Looking decidedly more alive than the last time Simmons had seen him. It took his brain a couple seconds to catch up with reality, and it was a very good thing that Donut couldn't see the stupidly shocked expression on his face right now.

But Donut's words seemed to jerk him out of it. "I'm ok?! Donut, what the hell! How are you here?" If Simmons sounded confused, and just a little angry, it was because he definitely was. The last time he'd seen Donut he'd been pretty fucking dead. "I mean, I saw Washington shoot you. You're dead. Doc confirmed it!" And so was Lopez, but that was neither here nor there.

grenading August 6 2010, 07:40:46 UTC

Donut wasn't expecting to elicit such a strong reaction out of Simmons just by existing, but stranger things have happened. Still, Simmons' yelling made Donut stop halfway there, and he took a moment to consider what he had said. "Well, yeah. That jerk hurt me pretty bad... But, I'm okay now!" He nodded to emphasize that statement, since Simmons obviously couldn't see his face at that point.

But, what was this about being dead? If Donut was a little more rude, he might have laughed. Instead, he sort of shifted where he stood, staring straight at Simmons. "I'm not dead, Simmons! If I was dead, I'd be like Church! ..Well, kind of, I guess. I still don't get all that stuff that's going on with him!" He shook his head. How come no one ever told him anything?? Probably the same reason why they left him to slip into a coma.

"Anyway, I promise I'm not dead, Simmons! I'll pinky swear, if it'll solidify more confidence in you!" He raised a hand up, pinky extended, just in case. "And I don't just toss around pinky swears like they're candy, ( ... )

huptwo August 6 2010, 07:54:16 UTC

This wasn't real. It was becoming more and more obvious that this was some strange delusion his mind had made up for reasons unknown. Maybe it was residual shock from seeing the rookie get killed? He didn't know, but Simmons didn't appreciate his mind playing tricks on him like this.

He really didn't appreciate that Donut kept trying to play it off as something unimportant. It certainly hadn't felt that way when it happened. "You're okay now?" He stated in raw disbelief, not comprehending the words in the slightest. "Donut, Washington shot you in the stomach. Doc checked you over- you died. You don't just "get better" from being dead!" He snapped, temper obviously getting the better of him.

And Donut's promise and upturned pinky just made everything too damn absurd and Simmons wanted to shake Donut until he remembered the fact that he was fucking dead. "How the hell are you here? What happened? He shot you- you have to remember that. People don't just get up and recover from gunshot wounds like they're nothing! This isn't possible ( ... )

grenading August 6 2010, 08:09:02 UTC

If Simmons was having a hard time dealing with this, Donut was having an even harder time understanding what the big deal was. To be honest, he was slightly frustrated, but all that sensitivity training was making it much harder to let that shine through. So, instead, he just sighed. "Yeah, I know he did! Right in the stomach! Hurt like a bitch, I'll tell you that!" After that, Donut placed his hand on his hip. "But, anyway, I already told you that I'm not dead! I woke up in the same spot where I fell! Then somehow, I woke up again here! I mean, I guess it's possible it's still Valhalla, but I really didn't think I'd be out for so long that the shrubbery had enough time to go wild! Jeeze ( ... )