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classywigger) wrote2010-10-22 01:15 pm
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.]
[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.]
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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.]