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[hustling_rube]

Part of Clarice was exceptionally sorry that she'd not volunteered for dinosaur containment, as she would have appreciated the opportunity to empty an entire clip into one of their heads. Not that she actually would have -- It was wasteful -- but the idea was nice

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[im_a_toughguy]

THere were dinosaurs attacking people. Mother fucking dinosaurs that were fucking attacking people. Freddy had no way he could be more displeased with this situation that if whatthehellasaurus showed up with Mr. Blonde for a fucking head.

A smart man would stay inside. A sensible man, one who recalled how painful it was to die with everything you have disappearing with a bang would have found an indoor job. Watching kids, making sure people found their way, shit like that. But despite everything that happened here and back in LA, Freddy could not deny something.

He was never a smart man.

So instead, he was outside with his Smith & Wesson automatic clasped so tightly in his hand that his knuckles were turning white, a sweating so much that the back of his neck would be a beacon for mosquitoes. He paced the area as quietly as he could, head jerking and pausing at just about any sound that came from any direction.

[dr_robchase]

Chase was occupied with the triage just outside the Compound and all the people with guns freaked him out a little, but every glimpse of a dinosaur he got, he was more than glad for them. He just didn't exactly like this at all and the faster it was over, the better, in his mind.

[Feel free to treat this as a triage checkpoint tag]

[yakuzahime]

O-Ren had considered volunteering to go out and contain the dinosaurs as well; the katana was not the only weapon she was skilled with. But she didn't exactly have any automatic rifles or... well, any of the things she would have used to rid the place of the damn things.

She would have been fine with killing them too. Corpses were easily burned, ashes buried. Not everyone thought like a mafia queen, though.

In simple, tight black clothing, she stood near one of the fires, hand on the hilt of her katana, and watched the trees. It was better to stay here, where Bridget could easily find her.

[chris_cutter]

Chris didn't have a gun. In fact, Chris wasn't entirely sure he'd ever held a gun in his life. (Though, he figured he must've at one point or another, he just couldn't remember it.) He didn't have a gun and he didn't have a sword or a fucking canon or anything, really, to protect himself or anyone else against the dinosaurs

[hustling_rube]

"What are you doing out here?" Clarice demanded. When she'd spied Chris there, she hadn't been able to believe what she was seeing. She stood before him, seeming much bigger than her five feet four inches, eyes wide, revolver held easily in her right hand.

It wasn't that she was trying to emasculate him. It was that she thought she'd lost him to dinosaurs once already, and she was absolutely terrified of it happening again.

[chris_cutter]

The tone of Clarice's voice caught Chris by surprise, but he met her gaze easily, something dark still lingering behind them.

"Same think you're doing," he told her and crouched down to pick up one of the stones, holding it up easily with one arm. "Protecting what we have." And, okay, maybe also to get some revenge. He didn't feel fear for the dinosaurs so much anymore. Now he was just really pissed off.

[hustling_rube]

Fucking testosterone.

"Chris, please," Clarice began, attempting to keep her voice steady. She managed, but the flash of uncertainty behind her eyes was easily enough read. "Please go inside. Sit with Jim and make sure he's alright. He needs you right now."