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thearena2014-06-02 08:47 pm
splendid_roman) wrote in thearena2014-06-02 08:47 pm
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[open] There'll Be Bluebirds
Who| Ian Chesterton and open
What| Bike fixing, monster fighting and air raids
Where| Around main street
When| Week 1 & week 2
Warnings/Notes| No warnings yet, but will add as needed. A few prompts, please specify which you're going with when you reply, because sometimes I need things idiot-proofing. I am open to Ian being injured, but not killed just yet.
Prompt 1 (Pre hellarena)
Ian thought the bike was his best find. Being able to outrun anyone or anything trying to kill him was bound to be useful. That was until he tried riding. The squeaking it made was so loud he stopped immediately and sat with one foot on the ground, holding his breath to see what might have heard.
When nothing immediately materialised through the fog, he breathed a sigh of relief. The bag he'd found had some WD-40 in it, which hadn't seemed that useful at the time, especially in comparison to the rest of its contents. Now, though, it was all he needed to make the bike usable without attracting attention. He applied a liberal dose of it to all the bike's moving parts and then wheeled it along to see if it had got rid of all the squeaking.
Prompt 2 (Pre hellarena)
It was a walker, not that Ian knew what it was called. Or even cared at the moment. It had appeared out of the mist in front of him and when he ran, it was faster. Or there was another one, he wasn't sure. Some fire would probably help him right now, but he didn't rate the chances of getting the fire making kit out and starting a fire before they stopped him. Probably painfully and possibly terminally.
He stood his ground, pulled out his lead piping, which made him think of Cluedo, not that it was very relevant at this point. When it approached he took a swing and hit it as hard as he could.
Prompt 3 (Start of hellarena)
When the air raid siren started, Ian froze. It wasn't a sound he'd heard for twenty years, but it immediately took him back to his childhood and nights spent in their Anderson shelter, the adults trying to keep the mood cheerful, but never knowing when you came out if your house would still be there.
An air raid siren could only mean one thing - bombs. And the best way to guard against bombs was to get underground. Despite the rising heat and sounds of something nearby, he ran for the houses in search of a basement, ignoring the way they seemed to be melting.
What| Bike fixing, monster fighting and air raids
Where| Around main street
When| Week 1 & week 2
Warnings/Notes| No warnings yet, but will add as needed. A few prompts, please specify which you're going with when you reply, because sometimes I need things idiot-proofing. I am open to Ian being injured, but not killed just yet.
Prompt 1 (Pre hellarena)
Ian thought the bike was his best find. Being able to outrun anyone or anything trying to kill him was bound to be useful. That was until he tried riding. The squeaking it made was so loud he stopped immediately and sat with one foot on the ground, holding his breath to see what might have heard.
When nothing immediately materialised through the fog, he breathed a sigh of relief. The bag he'd found had some WD-40 in it, which hadn't seemed that useful at the time, especially in comparison to the rest of its contents. Now, though, it was all he needed to make the bike usable without attracting attention. He applied a liberal dose of it to all the bike's moving parts and then wheeled it along to see if it had got rid of all the squeaking.
Prompt 2 (Pre hellarena)
It was a walker, not that Ian knew what it was called. Or even cared at the moment. It had appeared out of the mist in front of him and when he ran, it was faster. Or there was another one, he wasn't sure. Some fire would probably help him right now, but he didn't rate the chances of getting the fire making kit out and starting a fire before they stopped him. Probably painfully and possibly terminally.
He stood his ground, pulled out his lead piping, which made him think of Cluedo, not that it was very relevant at this point. When it approached he took a swing and hit it as hard as he could.
Prompt 3 (Start of hellarena)
When the air raid siren started, Ian froze. It wasn't a sound he'd heard for twenty years, but it immediately took him back to his childhood and nights spent in their Anderson shelter, the adults trying to keep the mood cheerful, but never knowing when you came out if your house would still be there.
An air raid siren could only mean one thing - bombs. And the best way to guard against bombs was to get underground. Despite the rising heat and sounds of something nearby, he ran for the houses in search of a basement, ignoring the way they seemed to be melting.