Gor (ibroughtdice) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-25 23:39:00 |
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Color of Jade
Who: Gor (solo)
Where: Gor's bedroom
When: Midnight
It wasn't an easy task to roll up treasure in the middle of a storm, but Gor was doing reasonably well. Given the nature of the bad guys his group would be facing, Gor was using his favorite dice. Bought specifically for Legend of the 5 Rings, the dice were a lovely green jade stone. They were his prized possessions, and he had paid a pretty penny for them. In this case, his D&D group would be squaring off against a team of samurai led by a geisha madame, who was, in truth, ripped entirely from the Scorpion Clan Handbook.
His mind was on the task before him: concentrate on rolling up treasure. He almost failed to notice the way the ship had suddenly banked. The dice clicked in his hands, and, as he opened his fist, they bounced off the cover of his Eberron book. Rather than stopping, as they should have, they continued to roll.
That's when Gor first realized he was airborne.
A microsecond later, he hit the wall. "What the--" There was no time to finish the statement, because he was suddenly thrown against the opposite wall. The first wall had not hurt so bad; he had been laying on his stomach on his bed, so he had moreorless rolled against it. Although his room was relatively small, it still hurt to be thrown against the opposite wall. "--fuck!"
From there, it was a bumpy ride. When the boat tilted again, the lamp that had been occupying the desk swung and cracked him on the head. Fortunately, it was a small, touch-lamp, and the only result of the contact was to make Gor wince and protect his head. Dice scattered every which way, as did Gor's prize collection of gaming books. The whole room seemed to be tumbling around him -- and him along with it.
There was an overwhelming sense of BAD, of course, but Gor was more annoyed than panicked. After about ten minutes, he had grown somewhat jaded to the situation, helped along by his realization that his jade dice were fucking gone! Sure, they were in the room somewhere, but he wasn't likely to find them without a thorough cleaning job.
No sooner had the realization struck than something else struck the wall beside his head. The furniture had been sliding back and forth, but Gor hadn't been seriously concerned. During a particularly violent series of tosses, however, the desk somehow became airborne. It used the bed like a child might a see-saw; one moment, the corner of the desk had tipped over onto the mattress. When the ship shifted, the bed was shoved further beneath the desk. Ultimately, it took one last rock to fling the desk inches into the air.
Gor saw it coming. His mouth opened then closed, imagining his family finding him crushed to death by a desk. What a fucking terrible way to go. Rather than land on top of him, the corner of the desk landed beside his head with a deafening crash. As they rocked the other direction, Gor landed on top of it hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs.
Once his breath came back to him, the teenager's common sense at last kicked in: find cover. Somehow, out of breath and suddenly sick to his stomach from his close encounter, Gor crawled into the narrow closet his room offered. He even managed to close the door behind him. The dark was a comforting presence, a familiar friend, and, with arms braced against the walls, he rode out the remaining half hour.
Five minutes after the ship stopped rocking, Gor cautiously emerged. His room was trashed. He glanced towards the livingroom, guessing it would be in a similar state. After a debate, he decided the best course of action would be to stay put.
And find his goddamned jade dice.