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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-01-19 06:07 pm

Event | Turtle Dive | January 20 - 23 | Underwater zombies crave your briiiiiines

Characters: Any and all PCs
Date: January 20th - 23rd
Location: All Sectors
Situation: Tu Vishan continues swimming along the ocean floor after his monumental dive, but it turns out there are a whole bunch of undead that want in on the party!
Warnings/Rating: Underwater situations, violence, potential gore; to be updated as noted.

>See the comments of this post for various situations and areas available for tagging.
>Each header will be set for a date and/or area.
>Feel free to start your own header for specific situations.
>The Palace subplot will be run in a separate log.
>Refer to the two OOC posts for further details. 01 | 02
assworthsaving: (Urgency)

[personal profile] assworthsaving 2013-01-29 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
And that he was not expecting, but he's too busy trying to push the zombie off him to be enamored with her attack prowess. There's struggling and the sound of wood slamming against slick meat and it's enough to make him queasy. Then he finally manages to pull his leg up enough between him and the zombie, placing his shoe against its stomach and launching it off of him when there's an opening.

Though still moving, twitching, it seems temporarily incapacitated and Drake doesn't waste a second before springing to his feet, grabbing his gun, and looking for an exit.

"Down there! Go!" There really is no time to acknowledge that his arm is bleeding, how close that was, or how the zombie managed to get a jump on him in the first place. They just needed to get out of there. Fast.
tearsinnajar: (So many things I'd say)

[personal profile] tearsinnajar 2013-01-29 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Her heart is pounding in her ears, in time with her feet as they hit the ground. She's given up on stealth and throws everything into getting the hell away as fast as she can.

Well, almost everything. She casts glances behind her to check on Nate—she can't lose him now, not after they found each other again. The red ribbon of blood streaming from his arm worries her, and she hopes to god that it's not a bite.
assworthsaving: (Unreadable)

[personal profile] assworthsaving 2013-01-30 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
He's trailing closely behind her, unable to feel any pain in his arm from the amount of adrenaline pumping through his body. Blood has stained his shirt and pants, but he knows he didn't get bitten so he's hardly worried.

Every once in a while he looks behind him to make sure they aren't being followed because he can barely hear anything over the pounding of his feet and laboured breathing. They had to be close to the palace, and he focuses ahead, watching Elena and hoping there aren't anymore waiting to jump them.
tearsinnajar: (it's nobody's fault)

[personal profile] tearsinnajar 2013-01-30 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
The palace can't be too far from here and it seems that they've momentarily lost their pursuer, so she looks for a place to momentarily hide, and more importantly, assess Nate's injury. An alcove in the wall seems a decent place, so she stops and ducks out of sight, reaching out to pull Nate to her.

"Please don't tell me you got chewed up," she says, her breath ragged.
assworthsaving: (Weary)

[personal profile] assworthsaving 2013-01-30 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm getting this weird feeling of deja-vu..." he chuckles weakly, referring to their earlier conversation. But he humours her anyway and raises his arm so she can inspect. No bites, just a few deep, red lines, but he'll live.

"Anyway, the palace is just up ahead, you can patch me up there where it's safe." While he doesn't mind a quick pit stop to catch their breaths, this isn't really the time or the place to be taking care of wounds or assessing damage. Assuming she is aiming for the former. "I don't think we'd manage too well if we got attacked again."
tearsinnajar: (Over your shoulders)

[personal profile] tearsinnajar 2013-01-30 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
No bite marks. That's a relief. The scenario that had run through her head, however briefly, is something she doesn't want to ponder further or live through. She forces a grin at him and responds: "Yeah. The whole thing's like old times, isn't it?"

She leans out of cover and checks for any unwelcome guests. She really wants to return his earlier favor, but he's right. The palace is close by, it would be foolish to linger too long now. Besides, if it's one thing he's good at, it's bleeding.

"Just don't pass out from blood loss on me," she admonishes, and grabs his hand, pulling him along with her and in the direction of safety.