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thearena2014-02-14 12:22 am
metalicarus) wrote in thearena2014-02-14 12:22 am
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Who| Perry, Jet, Chaud and (eventually) Albert
What| Jet and Chaud have an unfortunate run-in with Perry and his sharp knives, Albert arrives in time to find the mess.
Where| Floor 2
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Blood, violence, etc
From the sixth floor Jet and Chaud had been working their way down what was obviously a museum, attempting to find something useful to them and not having much luck. They'd succeeded in avoiding anyone they didn't want to run into between darting behind corners and keeping to the shadows to avoid being seen, but it was only a matter of time before their luck would run out. And neither of them were armed.
It was clear this wasn't some fake set-up, they were dealing with a very real life or death situation and, as far as they knew, they only had each other as allies and no real method of surviving other than that defensive strategy Jet had railed against in the past.
Now they were on the second floor--much larger than any of the others for the apparent disaster that had once been the third floor, now an intact somewhat-disaster on the second floor--and they were running out of places to find anything they needed. Maybe they needed to be less picky, something blunt and not usually a weapon was just as good as a gun when it came down to it.
Yes, he'd look for something like that and then give it to Chaud. If either of them were going to make it out of this, it should be the teen.
Jet kept to the wall and the shadows as he left the echoing staircase and waited for his companion to catch up.
What| Jet and Chaud have an unfortunate run-in with Perry and his sharp knives, Albert arrives in time to find the mess.
Where| Floor 2
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Blood, violence, etc
From the sixth floor Jet and Chaud had been working their way down what was obviously a museum, attempting to find something useful to them and not having much luck. They'd succeeded in avoiding anyone they didn't want to run into between darting behind corners and keeping to the shadows to avoid being seen, but it was only a matter of time before their luck would run out. And neither of them were armed.
It was clear this wasn't some fake set-up, they were dealing with a very real life or death situation and, as far as they knew, they only had each other as allies and no real method of surviving other than that defensive strategy Jet had railed against in the past.
Now they were on the second floor--much larger than any of the others for the apparent disaster that had once been the third floor, now an intact somewhat-disaster on the second floor--and they were running out of places to find anything they needed. Maybe they needed to be less picky, something blunt and not usually a weapon was just as good as a gun when it came down to it.
Yes, he'd look for something like that and then give it to Chaud. If either of them were going to make it out of this, it should be the teen.
Jet kept to the wall and the shadows as he left the echoing staircase and waited for his companion to catch up.