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[sirius_is_a_dog]

Who: Sirius Black and Dr. John Watson
Where: Jurassic Port
When: All port
Warnings: Lots of English swearing?

A wizard and a doctor/soldier walk into an ill-advised dinosaur theme park...

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Day Two

[drdaytimetelly]

He was running low on ammunition. Normally a crack shot, the chaos had just been too much for John's aim - and the raptors too quick - and a lot of the bullets had ended up embedded in the trees or merely grazing them. The noise of the bullets and the minor injuries had only made them angrier and more determined too.

It was fortunate that they'd managed to stumble across the heavily plated, upside down truck when they did, though that was clearly the extent of their luck. Real luck would have been finding a real place to take shelter, or running into another group from the Barge, or not coming across the velociraptors in the first place.

They had crawled in and managed to roll up...or was it down...managed to close the windows before the dinosaurs could sneak their heads inside and take a bite. Sitting on the ceiling of the truck, John wiped the blood away from his eyes with a soft chuckle. God, his heart was pounding. They were probably going to die out here.

[drdaytimetelly]

While Sirius prepared, John clicked the safety off of the gun and studied his hands. Steady. He smiled to himself; yes, he was as good as he thought - maybe even a little better than that. He gave Sirius an encouraging smirk as he packed up the rest of their supplies and slung the pack over his shoulders, wanting to be prepared in case they had to run. He crouched behind him, gun cocked and slightly raised, heart pounding so loudly in his chest that he was sure even the raptors could hear it

[sirius_is_a_dog]

Sirius was surrounded by raptors, but he could hear the rapid-fire bullets. He was knocked into and jostled about, despite the shocks the raptors got in response. He hit them with curses and jinxes and bound them with chains or full body binds. He eventually got a glimpse of John on top of the upside-down truck just in time to see him nail a raptor right between the eyes.

When the sounds of bullets stopped, there were only a few left. They were all bound in place, some frozen on their backs in full body binds, others screeching against magical chains. Sirius squeezed the hand John put on his shoulder, but he didn't linger as John tugged him away. He paused only to send a jet of flame shooting from his wand. A wall of fire erupted between them and the bound raptors. And whatever other raptors may be cowering in the dark.

[drdaytimetelly]

A wall a flames. Not a bad way to make an exit. A little dramatic, but then again, everything about the last day or so had been incredibly over-the-top and dramatic.

John knew he didn't need to pull Sirius away from the carnage - like Sirius would stand there while there was running to be done - but he wanted to keep his inmate close. They weren't too far off from the path, but it took a bit of stumbling through the dark for them to eventually find it. Eventually they both burst through the brush, though John hadn't been prepared for the unexpected change in terrain and nearly fell on his face right into the dirt path.

He regained his balance, arms flailing stupidly, and began to giggle.

[sirius_is_a_dog]

Sirius shot John the most incredulous of looks as he started to giggle, but soon enough he was snickering as well. "Was that your chicken imitation?" he had to ask, although he asked in a whisper, because he was rather certain he was never speaking above a whisper again in Jurassic bloody Park.

He flailed his arms and staggered around in a circle, soon enough no longer snickering but wheezing out a laugh. Millions of raptors, and it was a dirt path that nearly did his Warden in.

[drdaytimetelly]

"Oi!"

But that as far as John's indignation went, as he was still too busy laughing himself into a stupor. It was amusement at his own clumsiness, and relief, and disbelief that they'd just escaped a pack of raptors, and everything else all condensed into one stupid little giggle. And sure, men didn't giggle, but John Watson did.

Hey, he was allowed, alright? He'd just survived a brush with death. Again.

He flopped himself down on to the path, just lying there for a moment, still chuckling helplessly to himself. "We could have died," he said, the grin on his face immense.

[sirius_is_a_dog]

"Should have died," Sirius corrected, grinning. His heart was pounding in time with his head, but it just served to remind him that he was very much alive. He had been surrounded by nearly a dozen bloodthirsty, intelligent, nasty blighters, and he was alive.

He moved around in a crude square, creating a makeshift perimeter that he warded. This time, he could put up a spell that should keep them undetectable. Didn't exactly work when they were already detected. He then flopped onto his stomach in the dirt and sighed mightily. He crossed his arms and rested his cheek against them. "I didn't expect you to leap up on the truck. That was brilliant."

[drdaytimetelly]

John just kept right on giggling and grinning, his sides actually aching a little. Eventually he let out a long sigh, stretching out his arms and putting them behind his head, marvelling at how comfortable a dirt path could be when compared to the ceiling of a truck. The adrenaline that had been coursing through his body had begun to fade away, leaving him with exhaustion and a well-earned sense of calm.

"Well I didn't think you'd blow out the windows." He smirked and shot a glance towards his inmate. "That wall of fire too..." He started chuckling again, shaking his head. "Amazing."