lilpup (lilpup) wrote in fortitudeic, @ 2016-03-08 13:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, jessica jones, nicholas sorrentino |
WHO: Nick & Jessica Jones
WHAT: Nick finds his way to the camp through the fog. Naked.
WHERE: Right outside of camp.
WHEN: Tuesday, March 8. A little after noon.
WARNINGS: Nudity. Possible language.
STATUS: Ongoing.
Water.
Yeah, water sounded good right about now. Or some Scotch. Good God, a glass of Scotch on the rocks sounded like Heaven.
The wolf's jaunt came to a stop as Nick took a second to ponder the value of damn good Scotch. If he were back home right now -- assuming he wasn't really just laying on the manor carpet, drooling in some totally undignified vegetative state while he hallucinated all of these awful and annoying things -- he'd pull out a bottle from his father's collection just because. Just because... well, because he was awesome and still at home, that's why. As opposed to the reality of the situation that had him currently stuck in wolf form, covered in mud, smelling like a swamp, lost in a fog, and feeling like Paige would be doing a whole lot better in this total shithole of a world than him.
He gave his wolfy head a little shake, sending dried mud flicking each way, and rose his snout in the air to sniff the surroundings. Mud, trees, that newly formed monster smell, and... hold up... human?
His entire body immediately went into high alert. His head snapped in the direction that the smell had come from, and despite his exhaustion, starvation, dehydration... despite all of it, he took off running toward it, full on sprint. He was so focused on reaching the source of the smell, he very nearly didn't see the wall of the compound appear out of the fog until it was too late. Skidding to a stop and then ducking behind some foliage while he took a moment, he tried to get his bearings straight -- which was next to impossible since he had zero idea where he really was to begin with, let alone where he ended up. He sniffed the air again, realizing that the human smell was more than just one. At least 2 at the gates, some more dozen inside, and... was that the smell of more werewolves?
Bones broke and shifted under his skin. His growls and whimpers turned into human moans of pain. Slowly the fur receded leaving bare skin. And Nick sat there, clutching the nearby tree with one hand while he balanced on his knees and doubled over, letting the last waves of the change finish off. He took a moment to catch his breath before he got to his feet and stepped out from behind the tree in all of his naked, muddy glory.
Squinting his eyes up toward the compound in an effort to see through the fog, he called out to whoever might be able to hear him, "Hello? Some weather we're having here, huh?"