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 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.
"Mhm." He tucked his own under his arm and fished in his pockets for another one, this time actually bothering with the strap to secure it in place, because Costigan's injury was something that could actually be easily tied up.
"Let me see." He took a step or two closer, trying to get a look at the wound. It would be easier to tie the bandage on with two hands than with one.
Costigan paused and, despite his unease about the situation, turned to allow his warden better access to his wound. The inmate gingerly slid the jacket off of his left arm with only a contorted expression on his face expressing the pain that accompanied the gesture. His arm was covered in blood, though some was his and some was the dinosaur's. He held it out and used his right hand to motion to where the wound was, in case it wasn't clear.
After a beat, as Dick was working on the wound, he shifted a little and looked out at the sky. "Thanks."
"I think I'm the one who should be thanking you. Again," he added as an afterthought, since he had already said thanks. Still, it seemed almost inadequate to just say one word of gratitude after Costigan had pretty much saved his life.
He pulled out two disinfectant wipes, cleaned off his hands and then the area around the injury before ripping the field dressing's packaging open. He carefully wrapped the dressing around the injury, making sure it was snug without being uncomfortable, and hopefully putting enough pressure on the injury to help stop the bleeding. "We should probably find somewhere to get some of this off. We probably smell pretty good to any other carnivores wandering around."
Want to wrap this up / assume the rest soon? Or just keep going?lost_undercoverAugust 5 2011, 07:26:01 UTC
Costigan watched Dick at work for the first little bit, but he couldn't help flinching a little at the antibacterial fluid in his wound. At that point, he looked out and around, trusting his warden to secure the bandage well. He nodded at the suggestion and then, after a beat, looked back at Dick, realizing the vigilante may not have seen his nod. "Sure, yeah. There should be some kind of river nearby."
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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"Let me see." He took a step or two closer, trying to get a look at the wound. It would be easier to tie the bandage on with two hands than with one.
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After a beat, as Dick was working on the wound, he shifted a little and looked out at the sky. "Thanks."
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He pulled out two disinfectant wipes, cleaned off his hands and then the area around the injury before ripping the field dressing's packaging open. He carefully wrapped the dressing around the injury, making sure it was snug without being uncomfortable, and hopefully putting enough pressure on the injury to help stop the bleeding. "We should probably find somewhere to get some of this off. We probably smell pretty good to any other carnivores wandering around."
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