Bleeding Around The Camp (OTA)
Victor Creed was wounded, and in a lot of pain.
There was a deep red stain spreading across the front of his tattered trousers, a patch of damp crimson which also covered his lower chest, the scent of blood strong and cloying in his nostrils; he was still whimpering from the searing agony as his flesh knit back together. Damn that son-of-a-bitch mutant hunter and his itchy trigger finger. At least he could use the man's bloodlust to his advantage.
Snarling, he made his way slowly in the direction of the Mess Hall, hoping to be seen by as many of the other team members as possible. Let them see what Jack had done. Let them see how much their wonderful new commander cared about the mutants in his charge. Oh yes, Jack Hendley was going to pay.
((OOC: Backdated to just after Victor spoke with Jack in his office...))
There was a deep red stain spreading across the front of his tattered trousers, a patch of damp crimson which also covered his lower chest, the scent of blood strong and cloying in his nostrils; he was still whimpering from the searing agony as his flesh knit back together. Damn that son-of-a-bitch mutant hunter and his itchy trigger finger. At least he could use the man's bloodlust to his advantage.
Snarling, he made his way slowly in the direction of the Mess Hall, hoping to be seen by as many of the other team members as possible. Let them see what Jack had done. Let them see how much their wonderful new commander cared about the mutants in his charge. Oh yes, Jack Hendley was going to pay.
((OOC: Backdated to just after Victor spoke with Jack in his office...))