John "Reaper" Grimm (grimmreaper47) wrote in screams_threads, @ 2014-04-04 17:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | john reaper grimm : grimmreaper47, leo fitz: d_w_a_r_f_s |
Who: Reaper and OTA
When: Friday evening.
Where: The island
What: Exploring the area.
Rating: TBD
Status: Ongoing
Nothing was right about this place but after having survived the hell on Mars Reaper's tolerance for the unsettling was at an all time high. The pink building was strange and the screams he heard when he came across his rifle and the satchel earlier left the Marine wary. Yet holding up somewhere till it all blew over was not an option since there was no sign of this place getting less creepy. So John double checked his weapons and gear then silently began to exit the house to head out and do a little light recon around the surrounding area. Between the dense fog and the lack of direction it would be a tricky prospect to go too far out, but without knowing the area there would be no hope of finding a way out...or of finding his missing sister.
He hadn't said much to the others, noting that they all seemed more or less just as confused by their arrival here as he was. However, if Sarge had taught him anything it was that trusting freely would only get you killed. Reaper took the lesson to heart and planned on heading out alone, but his heightened senses warmed him that he was far from alone at the moment. The sound of movement behind him had his body spinning around, weapon pointed at source of the sound, but Reaper frowned slightly and lowered the muzzle of his gun when he spotted the person there. His eyes studied them for a moment, finger still resting on the finger guard of his Heckler & Koch G36 modified assault rifle, as he assessed the threat they possibly presented.
"Can I help you with something?"