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Tweak says, "Always"

skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-06 16:31:00

Current location:	The forest near the gas station
Entry tags:	!dropped, !incomplete, cielo, day 03, lexie grey, location: gas station, rorschach

Day Three: Arrival Thread, Early Morning
Who: Ciello, Lexie, Rohrshack
What: Being dropped into the woods
Where: Near the gas station
When: Crack of dawn
Rating: PG-13 - Rish... All depends on Rohrshack, me thinks.

Certain things about her present situation didn't make a lick of sense to Lexie Grey. First off, she was laying on her stomach. This was in stark contrast to the fact that the most recent pose she had been was standing. Next, she was quite certain she was outside because of the rather pleasant breeze that whipped across her face. This would not make much sense given the fact that she had been inside the observation gallery. Third and finally, Lexie was quite certain that the smell was that of fresh dirt. The sort of dirt that had just been rained on. Again, dirt had no place in the OR gallery.

Snapping her eyes open, Lexie marveled at the forest she suddenly found herself in. Was she hallucinating? It didn't make any sense to have been in the gallery one minute and laying in the middle of nowhere the next. Tentatively, Lexi reached down and pinched her thigh, eliciting an "Ouch!" as her reaction. She could be having sensory and visual hallucinations. But, why? She wasn't all that more stressed than usual and she was healthy... why was she sitting in a forest?

"H-h-hello?" She stammered, pushing herself to a standing position. Dressed in scrubs and sneakers Lexie actually was feeling quite naked. Spinning about she spotted a pouch laying nearby, "H-hello?" She asked again, tentatively bending over to pick up the pouch.

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cloudlesssky
2009-04-06 10:15 pm UTC (link)

There was definitely. something. wrong.

There was no constant patter of rain against his skin and the scents on the light breeze invoked words (lush, green, fertile, alive) which he couldn't quite place. The sensations, too, were all wrong - a pleasantly creeping warmth on the top of his arms and legs and a prickly softness on the underside instead of the habitual chill.

...was this what it meant to ascend?

The thought jerked Cielo toward awareness and he rapidly pulled himself to a sitting position. His hands lifted to almost lazily rub at his eyes but his mind was working desperately; it had been over, hadn't it? Embryon had finally overcome the other tribes and they were going to save Sera so that they could all ascend together. There had been a fight with Angel but they had won. The Junkyard had started to disappear and then everything was white...

"Sera!" Cielo gasped. His eyes opened wide and he all but leaped to his feet. A strange tightness gripped his chest as he spun in a small circle, searching in each direction for any sign of his comrades. "Serph! Argilla! Gale! ....Heat?"

The silence which answered his desperate calls struck Cielo almost as a physical blow and he crouched down low to the ground. An unfamiliar stinging started at the back of his eyes and, when he covered his face with his hands, he was slightly started to find his cheeks were wet. "This isn't fair," he whispered, his natural accent thickened with his grief. "How can this be Nirvana if they're not here?"

The unexpected sound of another voice tugged Cielo back to his senses and he was again on his feet in a heartbeat. Tilting his head, he listened hard and, as soon as he could place the general direction, he followed the sound -- stopping only to pick up a stray pack and that only as an afterthought. Coming to the source of the sound, a woman dressed in some rather strange clothing, Cielo found himself a touch disappointed but another person was another person - even if he couldn't place her tribe colors from any which he had known.

"Hello there," Cielo called, his tone friendly enough."I heard you calling from over there - guess you're probably as lost as I am, huh?"

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walters_journal
2009-04-07 06:05 pm UTC (link)

The same breeze that had gently woken Rorschach's two companions in captivity rustled through the branches and over the vigilante's masked face. Grunting, he shook his head to clear it, his brown fedora dropping about twenty feet to the ground. The shifting black and white designs on his mask wouldn't reveal it, by he frowned. He had been mNy places and done many things, but he had never woken up in a tree before. It wasn't a huge problem. He reached for his grappling hook, only to realize with a start that it was gone. Along with everything he'd kept in his pockets; it seemed that only his wearable items were present. He wondered immediately why his mask was still there... if someone cared enough to steal his grappling hook and the sugar cubes out of his pocket, surely they would take his true face.

Glancing beneath him, he saw that his hat had fallen very near two people who seemed to be just meeting. With no hope of keeping his location secret after that little slip, he gripped the tree's trunk with his gloved hands and half-slid, half-climbed down before jumping the last few feet and landing lightly. He was a diminuitive man, standing at only about five feet six inches tall, and he usually stood stiffly with his shoulders crunched up around his ears, but in movement it was clear that he owned every inch of his body and knew how to use it. Bending at the knees, he retrieved his hat and placed it firmly back on his head.

"Woke up in tree. Has never happened before... especially not in the middle of mission." Rorschach stared at the others, a man and a woman who appeared to be of a medical persuasion, and decided that they didn't appear threatening. In a fight, he could take either of them.

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