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Who: Nicki and whoever
When: Just after the flood started
Where: Level 4, outside room 2
Warnings: Screams of fear
Nicki turned his communicator back on once he got to Tonys room. He’d barricaded his warden in his room, and was leaning with his back against the door, thanking god he’d licked some of the cough syrup runes off the wall the other day out of curiosity.
He held onto the com, and turned the video on “For the love of god, Im on level four, outside Tonys room. He’s lost his mind I…I need help. Or that thing people keep trying to give me..” he stopped to try and remember the words “The things in the guns that make you go to sleep! Martha, or…Green person” dammit, he didn’t know anyone in a position of authority that wasn’t made of plush suddenly “Anyone! For the love of god-“ the communicator shut off suddenly.
Nicki was born before TV, or the horror that was children’s shows, so you'll have to imagine he's acting like this is some zombie invasion, and he's one of the few fighting survivors.
He was a ripped scarf around his head, Rambo style, to keep his hair out of his eyes, and he'd ripped the sleeves off his plaid dress shirt. Survival had nothing to do with fashion, dammit. Nicki has also constucted a cross out of bits of wood, and has streaks of dried blood coming down his cheeks from his eyes. Hey! He was scared!
When: Just after the flood started
Where: Level 4, outside room 2
Warnings: Screams of fear
Nicki turned his communicator back on once he got to Tonys room. He’d barricaded his warden in his room, and was leaning with his back against the door, thanking god he’d licked some of the cough syrup runes off the wall the other day out of curiosity.
He held onto the com, and turned the video on “For the love of god, Im on level four, outside Tonys room. He’s lost his mind I…I need help. Or that thing people keep trying to give me..” he stopped to try and remember the words “The things in the guns that make you go to sleep! Martha, or…Green person” dammit, he didn’t know anyone in a position of authority that wasn’t made of plush suddenly “Anyone! For the love of god-“ the communicator shut off suddenly.
Nicki was born before TV, or the horror that was children’s shows, so you'll have to imagine he's acting like this is some zombie invasion, and he's one of the few fighting survivors.
He was a ripped scarf around his head, Rambo style, to keep his hair out of his eyes, and he'd ripped the sleeves off his plaid dress shirt. Survival had nothing to do with fashion, dammit. Nicki has also constucted a cross out of bits of wood, and has streaks of dried blood coming down his cheeks from his eyes. Hey! He was scared!