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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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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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