James "Sawyer" Ford (wise_guy) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-09-23 15:18:00 |
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Current music: | Bruce Springsteen – The Wrestler |
My only faith's in the broken bones and bruises I display..
Who: James Ford and Nina Pickering.
Where: The hospital.
What: Nina fixes James' plaster and tells him he's an idiot.
When: After Sophia kindly brings him a new chair.
Rating: Low to mid for language.
Open: Narp.
Status: Ongoing.
He'd wanted to shoot the undead s.o.b.s since day one, but a combination of actually heeding the warning on not doing so, not having the best sight or range from a handgun from the windows, and his being a sitting duck on the ground with his leg the way it was, James had unhappily stayed out of it. That was, until somebody else had started shooting. Then he'd been up and in possession of his service weapon and belt as quickly as a man with a leg in plaster could be. His crutches had been abandoned at the bottom of the stairs, and while he'd been a little late to the party, he'd still managed to waste some zombies. And a clip of his ammo. But he'd helped the psycho with the sword and the original shooter deal with the problem, like they should have in the first place instead of lounging around for days. James had thankfully come out of it all unscathed in terms of zombie-related injuries, but his leg had hurt like a motherfucker and he'd ruined most, if not all, of the plaster on his leg. So after the lovely Sophia had replaced his chair, James had gone and wheeled himself over to the hospital where he'd organised to have it fixed. And that was there he waited now, near the main entrance on the ground floor, keeping an eye out for that feisty little nurse. |