Roleplay: Stuck In the Middle of Nowhere
A roleplay with jeza_jezaro
Basically this introduces a new character, Claude Ramirez.
All Washed Up and Nowhere to Go
2013
"Why does this keep on happening to us?"
A few paces away Claude continued wringing out his socks. "We've never been stuck in the middle of a jungle before," he pointed out glibly as he shook out the sodden fabric.
"We've never been on mission in this area, you mean, But we've been stranded before." Fran retorted dryly as she fiddled with the switch of the only flashlight they'd brought. Aside from their voices, the only sounds in the night were those of birds and rustling leaves. "I knew we should have taken someone else with us to make that house call."
"There was no one else. And we got there just in time," Claude pointed out. An appendectomy by torchlight wasn't exactly his favorite way to spend an evening, but he could deal with it if it meant that another child would live to see the morning. He rubbed his hands before getting to his feet and shouldering his own medical bag. "Guess we have to start moving then."
Fran sighed deeply. "Like we know the way out." She looked around the pitch black clearing they were standing in. "I don't have a good feeling about it."
"We'll get out," Claude said insistently, taking the flashlight from her. Still, he could not quite quash the trepidation welling up in him. At any point, some animal or worse, some person could come blundering in. No negotiation would be possible. He felt Fran's hand squeezing his arm as he took a step forwards, towards the sound of rushing water a few paces away. He intended to follow the river back to camp, or to civilization. Whichever they would find first.
Basically this introduces a new character, Claude Ramirez.
All Washed Up and Nowhere to Go
2013
"Why does this keep on happening to us?"
A few paces away Claude continued wringing out his socks. "We've never been stuck in the middle of a jungle before," he pointed out glibly as he shook out the sodden fabric.
"We've never been on mission in this area, you mean, But we've been stranded before." Fran retorted dryly as she fiddled with the switch of the only flashlight they'd brought. Aside from their voices, the only sounds in the night were those of birds and rustling leaves. "I knew we should have taken someone else with us to make that house call."
"There was no one else. And we got there just in time," Claude pointed out. An appendectomy by torchlight wasn't exactly his favorite way to spend an evening, but he could deal with it if it meant that another child would live to see the morning. He rubbed his hands before getting to his feet and shouldering his own medical bag. "Guess we have to start moving then."
Fran sighed deeply. "Like we know the way out." She looked around the pitch black clearing they were standing in. "I don't have a good feeling about it."
"We'll get out," Claude said insistently, taking the flashlight from her. Still, he could not quite quash the trepidation welling up in him. At any point, some animal or worse, some person could come blundering in. No negotiation would be possible. He felt Fran's hand squeezing his arm as he took a step forwards, towards the sound of rushing water a few paces away. He intended to follow the river back to camp, or to civilization. Whichever they would find first.