classywigger: (sigh)
[Even though he didn't wake up once last night, Rummy looks kinda tired. Mostly, though, he just looks shaken. Behind his glasses, his eyes lack energy and his posture is slack. Suffice to say, Rummy didn't have a good night.]

Man, that was some fucked up shit last night. Sometimes I think this place is tryin' to make us lose it. Let me just say, ya'll don't have to tell me twice 'bout staying outta your fuckin' nightmares from now on. [Murmers under his breath] Fuckin' blindness, fuckin' controllin' my body, fuckin' war, Ed...

[He sighs after saying Ed's name and reaches out to turn the feed off.]
classywigger: (confused)
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.]

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