"Saving your sniffly white ass, dawg!" Nevermind that Punchy himself wears SPF 150. "You're welco-"
Unfortunately, between Daniel pushing and shifting and Punchy's complete lack of depth perception, Punchy's foot catches on an exposed brick, and he goes down with an audible "WHUMPF!" that would not be amiss construed in bright colors with illustrative stars. Daniel's flung off his back, and Punchy's wind is knocked out. He groans, and quickly gets back to his feet, although his posture is buckled slightly.
He turns and sees that they're about a hundred and fifty yards from the Cornucopia. Only about twenty people or so are left, still scuffling, still struggling. No one's coming after him and his rescuee. The Cornucopia's starting to die down as all the supplies are stolen away and people decide to retreat rather than fight over nothing. A few chase after each other.
He turns back to Daniel and can't hide the despair on the non-mangled side of his face. He doesn't know if he should try and run back and keep helping. He's winded, he's lost blood, he's exhausted and he's only managed to get Daniel and Katurian out. He doesn't even know what happened to the little kids he saw on the pedestals.
The guilt starts to creep into his guts. He should have been able to stop this. How was he outright excited at the prospects of this before, if not for crushing naivete? He thought this was going to be like it was in the movies and music videos, all glory and sweat and perfect makeup, not blood and snapping bone and screams of pain.
He holds a hand out to help Daniel up, if he hasn't risen already. "You breezy?"
Re: Daniel Jackson | Stargate SG-1 (OPEN!)
Unfortunately, between Daniel pushing and shifting and Punchy's complete lack of depth perception, Punchy's foot catches on an exposed brick, and he goes down with an audible "WHUMPF!" that would not be amiss construed in bright colors with illustrative stars. Daniel's flung off his back, and Punchy's wind is knocked out. He groans, and quickly gets back to his feet, although his posture is buckled slightly.
He turns and sees that they're about a hundred and fifty yards from the Cornucopia. Only about twenty people or so are left, still scuffling, still struggling. No one's coming after him and his rescuee. The Cornucopia's starting to die down as all the supplies are stolen away and people decide to retreat rather than fight over nothing. A few chase after each other.
He turns back to Daniel and can't hide the despair on the non-mangled side of his face. He doesn't know if he should try and run back and keep helping. He's winded, he's lost blood, he's exhausted and he's only managed to get Daniel and Katurian out. He doesn't even know what happened to the little kids he saw on the pedestals.
The guilt starts to creep into his guts. He should have been able to stop this. How was he outright excited at the prospects of this before, if not for crushing naivete? He thought this was going to be like it was in the movies and music videos, all glory and sweat and perfect makeup, not blood and snapping bone and screams of pain.
He holds a hand out to help Daniel up, if he hasn't risen already. "You breezy?"