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Bro Strider ([personal profile] plushaeusrumpified) wrote in [community profile] thearena 2014-07-24 07:25 am (UTC)

[Bro, meanwhile, is just trying to get the fuck out onto the deck. You don't want to be the guy stuck below deck when the ship starts going completely down. Nah, you want to get out and goddamn hold out until it's under and hope you find something to float on. He already feels like he's hung around too much below deck, and the fact he hasn't been able to run into Dave has massively bothered him. The two of them ought to stick the fuck together, yet here they are separated.

So when luck seems to actually be with them for once and he hears a voice, he heads towards it. It's almost eerie to hear somebody talking to themselves with the sound of the sinking ship creaking and groaning around them, and the sound of water rushing in, but Bro thinks the voice is the best damn thing he's heard all night.

It doesn't take long before he finds him, and Dave will see he's already soaked to hell and back, and it's obvious he's trying not to shiver. He's got goggles from the cornucopia strapped to his head and a knife held in his hand, and he's too on edge to hide how damn relieved he looks when he sees Dave.]


Goddamn, I've been looking for your ass for forever.

[He's already making his way over to Dave, making it look like navigating the water is the easiest damn thing. Mostly because it is- the only hard thing about it is how fucking cold it is.]

Toto, we ain't in Texas anymore and I'm freezing my fucking balls off. Why are you down here? Don't you know when the boat goes down you ain't supposed to go with it?

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