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capeandcowllogs2011-05-31 08:13 pm
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at least this was before the dinosaurs showed up
WHO: Zevran Arainai (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niceassassin) and Jack Harkness (capnbeefcake)
WHERE: Outside some shooting range or something.
WHEN: Monday night.
WARNINGS: References to violence, almost certainly innuendo.
SUMMARY: Zevran bleeds on Jack after being stabbed by Lust.
FORMAT: Prose to start with.
The shooting range that Zevran and Jack agreed to meet at tonight is normally open until 9:30 pm on weekdays. For Memorial Day, they've made a big deal about how they'll be open until 10:30 pm, because what's more patriotic than shooting things?
Well, it's almost 10:50 pm, and Zevran still hasn't shown up. It's not that his unfortunate encounter with Lust earlier was very lengthy--it's more that trying to bandage the wound, then move around with it, took up more time than he expected. In theory, he really should have gone to a hospital. In practice, however, he's more comfortable performing rough first aid himself and then heading for where he hopes someone he trusts will still be.
So, 10:51 pm, and Zevran finally drops his new stealth power and steps out of an alley half a block from the shooting range. He's looking paler and greyer around the eyes than usual, and dark cloth is tied around his jeans at the upper right leg. The rest of the pantsleg is covered in blood, and the makeshift bandages aren't really stopping it from getting worse, even though they were competently applied.
niceassassin) and Jack Harkness (capnbeefcake)WHERE: Outside some shooting range or something.
WHEN: Monday night.
WARNINGS: References to violence, almost certainly innuendo.
SUMMARY: Zevran bleeds on Jack after being stabbed by Lust.
FORMAT: Prose to start with.
The shooting range that Zevran and Jack agreed to meet at tonight is normally open until 9:30 pm on weekdays. For Memorial Day, they've made a big deal about how they'll be open until 10:30 pm, because what's more patriotic than shooting things?
Well, it's almost 10:50 pm, and Zevran still hasn't shown up. It's not that his unfortunate encounter with Lust earlier was very lengthy--it's more that trying to bandage the wound, then move around with it, took up more time than he expected. In theory, he really should have gone to a hospital. In practice, however, he's more comfortable performing rough first aid himself and then heading for where he hopes someone he trusts will still be.
So, 10:51 pm, and Zevran finally drops his new stealth power and steps out of an alley half a block from the shooting range. He's looking paler and greyer around the eyes than usual, and dark cloth is tied around his jeans at the upper right leg. The rest of the pantsleg is covered in blood, and the makeshift bandages aren't really stopping it from getting worse, even though they were competently applied.