Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-05-02 00:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, jake sully, x-23 (oe), ~aaron cross |
Who: Jake
Where: Nevernever
What: Jake runs into a spot of bother, part two
When: after this at some time. Not sure on the details.
Rating: Highish?
Status: Narrative/open
He wasn't on the ice any more. He didn't know where the fuck he was other than that, though, or how to get back to the door, because he'd come round from his daze to find some huge sort of shaggy dog-wolf-thing dragging him along the ground by his injured leg. His jeans were blood-soaked and tattered from where the creature's teeth were digging into him, and his back was on fire where it was scraping along the ground. His arms - he knew one of them was broken by the feel of it, he'd done it before - trailed along by his head, somehow still bringing his crutch with him, and his head was aching and felt slow and thick. The waves of pain in his body were agony, and it was a real struggle to think through everything.
The creature paused for a moment before tightening its grip on his leg, and the rush of added pain made him lash out. Both hands grabbed hold of his crutch, although his right hand was almost useless, and swung it down to smack off of the thing's back, yelling wordlessly as he did so. He kicked out at the beast with his good foot as well, and kept smashing his crutch against it over and over and over again, screaming at the fucker until his voice cracked. Whatever the thing was, it seemed more of a scavenger than a hunter, and when its food started fighting back suddenly, it let go with a yelp and ran off, leaving Jake sprawled on his back, gasping for air and desperate to get to his feet so he could try and get back to the ice cliff and therefore get back home.
Easier said than done.
He got to a sitting position eventually, once his head stopped reeling, and he could have sobbed when he looked down at his right leg and saw the angle his foot was at, never mind all the blood that was soaking the lower half of that leg of his jeans. He didn't have time for that, though, and did his best to get on with things. His arm was now almost as painful as his ankle so he did his best to hold it tight against his chest. He had his kind-of-dented crutch, one working arm and one (sort-of) working leg. He had to get to somewhere safe and then text Aaron or... where the fuck was his phone? His phone was in his jeans pocket, or it should have been, why the fuck had he lost his phone? Was it somewhere in this weird place? It had to be... Shit. Fucking shitting hell. He was so fucked.
He started muttering in Na'vi, talking quietly to Eywa as he struggled round to kneel on the ground before using the crutch to force himself upright. He let his injured foot rest on the ground as he tried not to land on his knees due to the starburst of pain that moving was causing, and then started talking to Eywa again. The fog that had been swirling round gradually faded away as he dragged himself along, following the obvious trail the creature had made when it was dragging him along, heading back the way he'd come. After what felt like an eternity, he spotted a weird tree just beside the trail, and it had to be sent by Eywa because Jake was yet again running on fumes. He'd hole up in (or beside) the tree, and try to rest. He was exhausted, starving and in a shitload of pain. He reached the tree and slumped against it, almost afraid to sit down. He'd stay there for a short while and then move on. Yeah. Once the decision had been made, he didn't so much sit down as collapse, jarring every single injury he had and almost making himself pass out again. He forced himself to twist round so that his back was to the tree, and then he could rest.