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Jay (_snoogans_) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 01:41:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 01, jay, kaylee frye, laura moon, location: carnival

Day One - Morning
Who: Jay, Kaylee Frye and Laura Moon
What: Waking up in the middle of nowhere, probably with very distinct suppositions as to what might have happened
When: Morning of Day One (around 9am)
Where: In the woods - nearest landmark is the Carnivale
Rating: PG for definite language
Status: Active

Jay was mumbling and muttering in his sleep, though he was very nearly awake right now. He felt wet, but not the good kind, and cold, too. He didn't open his eyes right when he woke up so he imagined, incorrectly, that he had fallen asleep outside RST video again.

When he finally opened his eyes, he became conscious of the rain and mud all over himself, and sat upright, scratching his eyes. He looked around and saw...trees. Green stuff and trees.

"Shit Silent Bob that Bangladeshi Ganja we scored last night is the madness. We're not even home." He expected no answer, after all Silent Bob wasn't big on the speaking thing; but when he looked around again, he realized no one was there. Jay stood up, trying to dust mud off his pants - yes, he's that stupid. He started walking away from where he'd been, only in circles. "Silent Bob? Yo Lunchbox! If you's taking a piss behind some tree and I come look for you and find you with your dick out, I'll fucking kick your ass!"

Silent Bob, however, didn't come out from behind any tree. And as Jay took a few steps back, possibly to appreciate how alone he seemed to be in a strange place, he tripped on something and fell on his back.

"AH! FUCK!" He screamed, pulling a small box from under his back. It said "survival kit" and "Vas Captio". "The fuck is this shit?"

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spitandviolets
2009-03-23 10:50 pm UTC (link)

Since she was dead, Laura Moon no longer slept. The idea, then, that she was out cold meant that something, indeed, very powerful was at work. Fortunately, though, this was not the last gentle dark night that she would ever see. In the gray haze of the forest, Laura's eyes snapped open. She was on edge at once. This was not Ash Farm. This was not where she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be walking towards the highway and preparing herself for the first and last great battle between the new and old gods. She was a widow, a dead widow. She had just watched her husband die on a tree. Everything was wrong, as usual. She paused. Maybe that meant, after all, that this was where she was supposed to be.

Someone had thought it amusing to dispose of the corpse like, well, a corpse. She was lying in a forest under some brush, and it was fairly dim. There was screaming, and then a thud. That was her cue to enter stage right. With one fluid motion, arms hanging by her sides, her hair tangled and full of leaves and twigs, her black cardigan and tanktop smudged and her dark wash jeans slightly dirty, Laura rose to her feet in full view of the two figures. One of them she could feel. He was human. The other, though, she could not; it bothered her. There was only one kind of being she couldn't feel as far as she knew, and that was gods. Still, the idea that she had been dumped in some woods after being knocked out cold was more pressing, and she was apathetic to being unable to feel the woman's presence. What she could feel, though, was the blood pumping through their veins. Okay, so she wasn't a god, she just wasn't a living being that she could sense.

Patting herself down, staring at them, wondering what good all the fuss was, she was slightly unsettled to find her cigarettes and lighter missing. The dark haired woman, who looked like she had very, very dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept in years, clenched and unclenched her fists. "Fuck."

"You've got a foul mouth," she remarked, smirking as she looked to the long haired man with an arched brow. Her voice was cold, dark, and completely lacking emotion. Making her way to the woman, she offered a hand down to her. This was no time to be irregular. They'd seen her, so she had to at least make an attempt. Passing for human was usually good, and she was glad that the lighting here was dim. Really, she didn't need people asking her personal questions at the moment. "Reminds me of someone that I went to high school with."

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