classywigger: (confused)
Gin Rummy ([personal profile] classywigger) wrote2010-10-22 01:15 pm
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Nightmare Vortex

I.

[Ed, Rummy's best friend in the whole world, is sitting in a pool of his own blood, a gunshot wound in his stomach.]

Ed! Ed, speak to me, nigga!

[Ed remains motionless. He's still breathing, but barely.]

II

[Iraq. The sounds of gunshots are everywhere, and bullets go flying towards the ground. Corpses of soldiers, ally and enemy alike litter the dirt. Rummy is tucked behind a rock, waiting for an opportune moment.]

[OOC: First one is observation only, from a third person or first person. Second is fully interactive.]

[identity profile] classywigger.livejournal.com 2010-10-23 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Makes a startled noise as he's pushed down, eyes widening behind his dusty glasses as the projectile goes over them. Quickly shuts his eyes and covers his head in the rain of debris. Before he knows it, he's back on his feet.]

Don't have ta tell me twice!

[Nearly runs into another solider, right before said soldier gets shot over a dozen times, spraying Gin with blood and bits of flesh.]

[identity profile] fromlegal.livejournal.com 2010-10-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[She catches bits of the spray, having been shielded from the bulk of it with him in front of her.]

If we can move into that bunker 100 yards out, we might be able to get around and take out the sniper.

[identity profile] classywigger.livejournal.com 2010-10-23 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not even going to argue. Even though he might point out that he's the planner in normal circumstances, he's too scared to say anything.]

Cover me!

[Starts running. However, dirt keeps getting kicked up and body parts flying at him. Almost as if something's trying to slow him down. Even the ground seems to be against him as it turns into mud, which slows him down.]

[identity profile] fromlegal.livejournal.com 2010-10-24 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[She has a bad habit of bossing folks around, but he can certainly take it up with her after it's all over.

She's quick to provide some cover fire for him, moving along slowly behind as she goes, trying to fight through the muck engulfing her own feet.]


What the hell is going on?

[She ceases shooting though, once visibility gets too low to ensure that she won't hit him. The gun gets dropped behind as she pushes through.]