DON'T call me a raccoon. (pro_asshole) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-09-27 14:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | dc: comics: dick grayson, marvel: mcu: rocket |
Who: Rocket and Dick Grayson
What: Stuff.
Where: Cornucopia, room D
When: Day 4
Warnings: TBD Hunger Games
Rocket hadn't slept as well as he'd hoped. He was well hidden in the deep, dark corner of the cornucopia, tucked behind the coil of rope he'd found and well protected by his stash of homemade weapons; his belly was full and his wounds were as well wrapped as they were going to get in this hell hole, but the day before was still wearing on him. Hell, the whole damned thing was wearing on him- he was trapped in a pit with who knows what and a bunch of amateurs (and some professionals) until there was only one of them left- while Rocket fully freaking intended to survive, being a rat in this death-maze was pushing a lot of his buttons.
He'd been changing the bandages on the two deep cuts he'd collected in the last however-many-days they'd been down here-- hard to tell when there was no actual sunlight or clock-- when a soft chime right outside the cornucopia caught his attention. That kind of noise wasn't exactly common in a cave, so armed with his flame thrower at the ready, he discovered his 'sponsors' had sent him something actually useful.
He spent the next hour meticulously studying the cave system map and eating his daily hot dog when his nose twitched; quickly, he set down the map and hoisted the gas-tank with lighter up, aiming at the open side of the cornucopia room.
"I know you're there, pal-" he spoke to ears he couldn't yet see. "I got an itchy trigger finger and a strong dislike of surprises, so time for you to make good choices..."