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thearena2014-12-15 04:24 pm
a_minute_younger) wrote in thearena2014-12-15 04:24 pm
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they should really label these things before handing them out [closed]
WHO| Gary Epps and Kousuke Nitou
WHAT| Gary is in bad shape and Nitou decides to fix him up with an unmarked syringe he found. It's probably medicine! Probably.
WHEN| Week one, Wednesday night (12/17)
WHERE| Outside the science labs
WARNINGS| death, chemical poisoning, the usual
Gary's had a bit of a rough week and a half.
The numbness and energy his returned abilities provide can only do so much. He's gone for hours before, walking around on sprained ankles and sliced legs, running purely on adrenaline; he has never gone a full week, and that week would not normally consist of constant sprinting, hiding without sleep, or a diet consisting solely of cake and water. He also didn't plan for the gravity to cut off for two days, throwing him mid-step and mid-jump into walls and aggravating already crippling injuries. By Wednesday, Gary decides that he needs a break.
It's while he's curled up against a dark wall leading to the science labs that an ominous green gas starts wafting through the vents overhead. Gary is dozing, more unconscious than asleep, so he doesn't notice until he's already taken in several deep lungfuls of it. He wakes up when he realizes that he can't breathe.
Within seconds Gary is up and blindly staggering down the hall, wheezing and gaping, trying desperately to find a way out of this haze. Or at the very least, find someone who can help him get out of it.
WHAT| Gary is in bad shape and Nitou decides to fix him up with an unmarked syringe he found. It's probably medicine! Probably.
WHEN| Week one, Wednesday night (12/17)
WHERE| Outside the science labs
WARNINGS| death, chemical poisoning, the usual
Gary's had a bit of a rough week and a half.
The numbness and energy his returned abilities provide can only do so much. He's gone for hours before, walking around on sprained ankles and sliced legs, running purely on adrenaline; he has never gone a full week, and that week would not normally consist of constant sprinting, hiding without sleep, or a diet consisting solely of cake and water. He also didn't plan for the gravity to cut off for two days, throwing him mid-step and mid-jump into walls and aggravating already crippling injuries. By Wednesday, Gary decides that he needs a break.
It's while he's curled up against a dark wall leading to the science labs that an ominous green gas starts wafting through the vents overhead. Gary is dozing, more unconscious than asleep, so he doesn't notice until he's already taken in several deep lungfuls of it. He wakes up when he realizes that he can't breathe.
Within seconds Gary is up and blindly staggering down the hall, wheezing and gaping, trying desperately to find a way out of this haze. Or at the very least, find someone who can help him get out of it.