Who: Dick Grayson and Billy Costigan [Closedish] What: Port nonsense. When: JURASSIC PORT. Where: lol Jurassic Park Warnings: Dinosaurs, bad language, probably violence.
In which Dick agrees to give Bill a gun.batmanschmatmanJuly 17 2011, 00:58:21 UTC
At the announcement of a port, Dick had immediately decided he was going. With everything that had gone on over the last few weeks, he needed some fresh air, to get out and do something more than just sitting around and hoping everything was fine. The CES was fine and everything, but a port meant there could be something to do. And he missed doing stuff. OS19 had helped take the edge off; hopefully this one would too.
So, after grabbing some of his gear - his escrima sticks and some gadgets that could be stashed in his jacket pockets - he headed over to his inmate's room and knocked on the door.
Costigan opened the door not long after he heard the sound of the knock, already having begun to get ready. He expected that Dick would want to go, knowing how much his warden had enjoyed the action of the last port, and he wasn't going to reject the opportunity. Even if he hated Dick and wanted nothing to do with the man, he would still have liked to get the fresh air and get the fuck into some new surroundings. Besides, there was always a slim chance that the next port would Boston. Slim, but possible. As it was, he still felt pretty good with his warden and that only increased how much he wanted to go.
The inmate opened the door widely to greet his warden, then he stepped inside, trusting Dick to close it behind them. "Hey."
Which he did as soon as he entered the room, grinning as he took a couple steps in and greeted his inmate. "Hey." He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, eager to get going and see what was waiting for them. Of course, it could be something like the port where they'd been stuck in suburbia, but even that had been fun in a mundane police work sort of way.
Costigan stared in silence at his warden's enthusiasm before turning away to continue what he was doing before. The inmate had a small duffel bag he was packing with some basics, whether for zombie graveyards or kissing town. It seemed to answer Dick's question by itself, but he wasn't so rude as to just ignore that the man had spoken. "Yeah. I could use the fresh air. Hopefully it's better than last time, though.. No offense, guy, but I don't know how much I can do with a knife. I wasn't really trained for a knife fight."
In which they are attacked by raptors.batmanschmatmanJuly 17 2011, 03:41:23 UTC
Jurassic Park. Of course. Well, he'd tempted fate by saying none of the ports he'd been to were that bad, and it looked like the Admiral was upping the ante a little bit.
But he'd been through worse things before, and immediately, training and survival techniques had kicked in, and so far, they'd kept themselves alive and unhurt. They were making their way through the jungle, been careful about where they made camp, and Dick had even insisted on sleeping in a tree to avoid getting picked up by raptors - something he'd remembered from the first movie and decided to go with, based on his (admittedly relatively limited) knowledge of dinosaur biology.
Dick had been about to continue their current conversation when something caught his attention - a strange sort of noise coming from the trees to their left.
Jurassic Park. It wasn't as bad as the abandoned church filled with zombies, forced into groups with people he barely knew, but it wasn't exactly a piece of cake either. The place was dangerous, filled with obstacles, and he hadn't exactly meant to embark into jungle territory for fresh air. Yeah, he still appreciated the adventure to being in the barge, but he generally preferred something a little less carnivorous
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Dick immediately grabbed his sticks, taking in everything he could about the creature in the miliseconds he had before the thing decided to rip them apart. It watched them for a handful of seconds that nevertheless felt like a lifetime, gurgling quietly before barking out a strange call into the woods.
He had a fraction of a second to remember they were pack hunters before a response sounded from the woods and the first one leapt at him, mouth open and claws extended. Dick quickly darted to the side and slammed an escrima stick against the animal's ribs, putting as much force behind the blow as he could manage, probably cracking some ribs. The raptor let out a surprised shriek and staggered to the side.
The vigilante wanted to look over for Costigan, but he was also reluctant to look away from the raptor, and the creature had done what it wanted - there was now some considerable distance between the warden and inmate, and if one went down, the other could be circled and finished off easily.
Costigan dropped flat to the ground just in time to dodge what was meant to be a pounce from the second dinosaur, no doubt the companion of the first. It immediately rounded on the inmate as he scrambled to his feet, facing off with it. Although he had a gun tucked into the small of his back, he knew he only had one bullet left in the chamber before he needed to change magazines and that wasn't enough to take one of these down.
Instead, the inmate drew his knife and flicked it to full extension in one smooth motion. By the time the creature was lunging forward at him again, the weapon had become an extension of himself.
Although he didn't have martial arts training or the flow of his warden, whose movements were practiced, Costigan did have desperation on his side. He had grown up and learned to fight in a place where you sank or swam with nothing in between and it was exactly how these situations were -- kill or be killed. He knew that meant he still wasn't as good a fighter as Dick, but it kept him fast and, thus far, had kept him
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So, after grabbing some of his gear - his escrima sticks and some gadgets that could be stashed in his jacket pockets - he headed over to his inmate's room and knocked on the door.
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The inmate opened the door widely to greet his warden, then he stepped inside, trusting Dick to close it behind them. "Hey."
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"So, I'm going to head down. You want to come?"
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But he'd been through worse things before, and immediately, training and survival techniques had kicked in, and so far, they'd kept themselves alive and unhurt. They were making their way through the jungle, been careful about where they made camp, and Dick had even insisted on sleeping in a tree to avoid getting picked up by raptors - something he'd remembered from the first movie and decided to go with, based on his (admittedly relatively limited) knowledge of dinosaur biology.
Dick had been about to continue their current conversation when something caught his attention - a strange sort of noise coming from the trees to their left.
He stopped immediately.
"Do you hear something?"
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He had a fraction of a second to remember they were pack hunters before a response sounded from the woods and the first one leapt at him, mouth open and claws extended. Dick quickly darted to the side and slammed an escrima stick against the animal's ribs, putting as much force behind the blow as he could manage, probably cracking some ribs. The raptor let out a surprised shriek and staggered to the side.
The vigilante wanted to look over for Costigan, but he was also reluctant to look away from the raptor, and the creature had done what it wanted - there was now some considerable distance between the warden and inmate, and if one went down, the other could be circled and finished off easily.
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Instead, the inmate drew his knife and flicked it to full extension in one smooth motion. By the time the creature was lunging forward at him again, the weapon had become an extension of himself.
Although he didn't have martial arts training or the flow of his warden, whose movements were practiced, Costigan did have desperation on his side. He had grown up and learned to fight in a place where you sank or swam with nothing in between and it was exactly how these situations were -- kill or be killed. He knew that meant he still wasn't as good a fighter as Dick, but it kept him fast and, thus far, had kept him ( ... )
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