Comments | hometrail: that's what you get for passing out on the job

brb_napping in hometrail

that's what you get for passing out on the job

Jul 24, 2010 21:16

Characters: The Rookie (brb_napping) & everybody new who wants to wake up in the same spot. O and maybe animals. Hopefully not.

Setting/Location: Somewhere in a dark, dense forest.

Date & Time: Day 9 - Morning, just around dawn.

Warnings: None I could think of so far. If anything happens, we'll add.

Summary: The newbies wake up in the forest and spend some ( Read more... )

harold wayne, tatsuya suou, *day 09, #style: prose, bret mcclegnie, rookie, rachel elizabeth dare, gau meguro, francis zach morgan, minako aino

Comments 46

shotawaifu July 24 2010, 19:53:27 UTC

Hal was frightened, more than he had been in this whole life - not even being kidnapped by his father was as frightening as this situation was. The last time he was in a forest he had been running and fallen, knocking himself out - did that happen again? But the only person he would have been running from would be Reverend Mailer, and he had given himself over to the other man in order to take proper responsibility. What was going on ( ... )

brb_napping July 24 2010, 21:50:14 UTC

At the sound of the voice behind him, the Rookie turned around, brisk and quick - alarmed. But he wasn't expecting danger so much as he was trying to locate the speaker, see where the voice was coming from. It was the voice of a child, and he had no idea what might be hiding between those trees ( ... )

shotawaifu July 24 2010, 23:26:07 UTC

When the man stepped out of the shadows, Hal had to physically bite back the urge to scream. His lip hurt now and he was more scared than before - who was to say this was a friend or foe? The fact that he had a weapon didn't really make the boy feel at all comfortable; quite the opposite. Watching him warily, Hal watched his hand move to his helmet - quiet. He was telling him to be quiet? Maybe he was a friend ( ... )

weedyshyguy July 25 2010, 02:34:16 UTC

Man, his bed was itchy this morning. Like, itchy and prickly. And since when did he sleep all curled around his guitar? Because really, there was making love to the strings and then there was...whatever this was. An inappropriate business relationship ( ... )

oracularly July 25 2010, 04:02:40 UTC

Rachel woke slowly, stretching her arms above her as she struggled to open her eyes. Her thoughts were foggy at first, and she only vaguely registered the grass beneath her. Then there came a sound from the distance and she immediately shuffled through her Greek myth bestiary. Unidentifiable. She couldn't sense anything either; her mind was strangely blank, no clues as to what lay ahead. She was slightly alarmed at this, and all she was left with was a very strange situation ( ... )