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Tweak says, "I kinda got robbed"

Kimberly Corman hearts nerds (cheatingdeath) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-18 20:51:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, day 24, hannibal king, kimberly corman, location: forest, rogue

Day Twenty-Four, Morning
Who: Kimberly Corman, Hannibal King, & Rogue
What: Waking up in Vas Captio
Where: In the forest nearest to the clock tower
When: Day 24, 8am
Rating: PG-13
Status: Active

With a soft groan of displeasure at being awakened by the sound of buzzing - she hated bugs - Kimberly Corman rolled over onto her side only to be poked further awake by a stick to her chest. Eyes wide, Kimberly shot up into a sitting position, looking around in horror. No. No, this couldn’t be right; she’d fallen asleep in bed. Where the hell was she? Looking down at herself in the darkness, Kimberly noted that she was still in the same tank top and pajama pants in which she’d fallen asleep. Her brow furrowed. Maybe it was a nightmare and she was really still asleep.

The sound, however, of twigs snapping in the trees looming ominously above her seemed to point to the contrary. The smell of moss and earth - and...oh God, it smelled like the crematorium - filled her nostrils and Kimberly’s heart began to race. She could feel herself beginning to tremble and her chest constricting. Kimberly knew this feeling and it wasn’t good. An anxiety attack sometimes felt as awful as a heart attack, she’d read. Sometimes, Kimberly was sure it was a heart attack.

Wherever she was, it wasn’t her bedroom and she was in danger. Carefully, Kimberly got to her feet and stood very, very still, paused and listening for any sounds that might alert her to danger. Her eyes were wide and searching for the very same signs, which was difficult enough as she tried to adjust to the lack of light...and the fog. Wherever she was...was a death trap and she needed to get out as quickly and carefully as possible.

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criminalrogue
2009-09-19 03:43 pm UTC (link)

"Three." Came the final count and Rogue was left to glare at the man as he tried to play stupid. Though, as she started closing that gap she noticed the scared, crazy woman and her bare feet. Now, that was just not right. Maybe she was crazy, but the lack of shoes certainly helped her case when it came to being stuck up the same creek as the mutant.

What didn't help the man's case was his attitude and the way he was dressed. Black, all black; armor and heavy shoes. "Only two reasons somebody wears steel toes," she purred. "And I don't think you're a construction worker." She was close enough now that if she really wanted to, she could reach out and grab the man by his stupid Kevlar vest and drag him up. Of course, that meant if he wanted to, he could try and man handle her; but, Rogue wasn't too worried about that. She was a little too cocky and just a touch too mad to be scared.

She hung there a moment, looking from the man in all his gear to the woman with her obvious lack there of. Oh, this was just stupid. "I don't need this," her mumbling muting her southern drawl a touch. Turning her back on the crazy woman and the armored man. She was yanking at her coat and pulling it off, slinging it over her shoulder and not much appreciating it's weight. The humidity made everything feel heavy, and Rogue had a feeling that it was only going to get worse.

Some might cry 'strength in numbers!' when waking up in a situation like this one - Rogue only thought of the only person in the immediate area she knew she could count on: herself. So, she just kept on walking abandoning the barefoot girl. Wasn't her job to be protecting anybody.

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ex_kingship986
2009-09-19 10:58 pm UTC (link)

"Tube socks, coming up." The taller man (much taller, really, King stood a good six feet, two inches, and had a little help with height, thanks to those boots). A gloved hand fished around in his box until he came out with them and they were tossed to the girl as he looked her over. "Well, Kimberly, it's so nice to meet you. Looks as if they pulled you right out of your fun times at home." How he could stay so dead pan was beyond most people, and his facial expressions were just.. priceless.

However, that other women was then making a few observations about him and his eyebrows went up, but his expression stayed even, if a little sarcastic looking, thanks to his tone. "Maybe I'm a stripper. Pays to have steel toes in case your oh-so-charming clientele get a little... fresh." Who in the Hell was this man, and where was his straight jacket? But then the woman was turning her back, and brown eyes were finding Kimberly again, as he lifted a hand and pressed the side of it to his mouth in a mock whisper, because he was still talking in his normal voice. "She seems a little pissy, doesn't she? Maybe it's that time of the month." Why was everything a joke for him? Because that was how he dealt with things like fear, and worry, and anger.. and.. just about everything, really.

However, his hand fell away seconds later and he nodded once at Kimberly, serious for a moment. "I'm Hannibal King, you can just call me King, only my mother calls me Hannibal. Hanni. You know, all the kids teased me at school and I still have hang-ups about it. It's nice to meet you. Why don't we see if we can find a way to go about getting our selves out of here, shall we?" A hand was gesturing out, in any direction. It didn't matter which.

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cheatingdeath
2009-09-21 12:36 am UTC (link)

"Thank you." Kimberly gave the man a small, tight-lipped smile. "I was sleeping, actually," she corrected him. "Alone," she added reflexively, feeling immediately stupid for having said it, because she somehow had the feeling that he was going to take that and run with it and she was little in the mood for that sort of response. The other woman seemed to be ready to go her own way and Kimberly, actually, didn't think that was such a bad idea. The other two would be safer without her and she'd probably be safer without them as well.

The other woman had made her way much closer and, without realizing it, Kimberly had back beside the man as she tried to get the socks on without using her hand on his shoulder to balance herself. She looked up at his mock whisper and furrowed her brow, giving him a look of disbelief. "You realize I'm also female, right?" she asked, frowning.

At that point, though, he'd introduced himself and she shook her head at his suggestion. "I think actually, it's safer if I go alone. For both of us," she said with an almost apologetic look. "Thank you for the socks." Kimberly tucked her box under her arm and sighed, looking around. She would go in the way that the other woman had not. That left three directions to choose between. The way the man had come didn't seem like a good one because he'd come from there and was probably trying to find a town or at least a road, as well, so that narrowed it down to two. Kimberly thought maybe in the distance she saw a break in the trees in one direction, but not in the other. That was the way she'd go. "It was nice to meet you, King. Good luck; be careful," she warned with another small, apologetic smile before starting off toward the break in the trees.

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