Blake [W&G] (notahistorypuff) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2014-02-01 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), alice liddell, daryl dixon |
Who: Daryl Dixon and OPEN
What: Daryl's arrival
When: Saturday February 1
Where: Outside the carnival set up
Warnings: Will update if more than language
Status: Open and Incomplete
He had the shot lined up, the walker in his sight. He loosed his arrow, and rocked back on his heels from the momentum. He rarely missed, but he always checked, and retrieved his bolt if at all possible.
"What the fuck?" he grumbled. There wasn't a walker there, and his arrow was stuck several yards away, about eye level, in the truck of a tree. He knew he hadn't missed, and even if he did, where was the fucker he'd been aiming at?
"Oh great. Just fucking great," he growled, assuming he was now hallucinating. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, to try and regroup. Opening his eyes, he stalked up to the tree to retrieve his bolt, and that's when he saw the line of mismatched trucks, the tents, the odd carnival ride structure.
"What the fuck?" he repeated, staring at the sight in front of him. "What the ever loving fuck?"