Nathan Drake (![]() ![]() @ 2012-02-11 15:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, jaime dorny, {nathan drake |
Characters: Nathan Drake and Open
When: His arrival
Location: Baggage car
Warnings/Rating: None as yet. Nate might swear.
Summary: He's just shown up with a bullet hole in his side. He's oh so cheery.
Status: Open/ongoing
He'd passed out. That was the only explanation. The only explanation that made sense, anyway. How else could he be sitting where he was? As far as he could tell, the last time he'd taken in his surroundings, he'd been stuck inside a wrecked train carriage that was hanging precariously over the edge of a cliff. Now he was slumped on the floor of a different train altogether, and it certainly wasn't going over a cliff. It was some high end, first class job. If you could call what looked like a baggage car first class, anyway.
And there was still the, somewhat, pressing matter of the bullet hole in his side. Probably should do something about that, he thought offhand. But in Nate's mind, the higher priority was figuring out where the hell he was, and how he got here. Or waking up. Which ever came first. Because if he'd passed out, and this was some hallucination induced by the cold and blood loss, then he was still stuck in a wrecked train carriage hanging over the edge of a cliff. He was seriously going to need a drink after this.
Pressing a hand against his side, he levered himself to his feet with numb and bloodied fingers, swaying unsteadily for a moment before regaining a sense of equilibrium. Moving to the door, he pulled it open a fraction. "Hello?" He called uncertainly, feeling foolish. Who was he expecting to answer him?