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capeandcowllogs2012-02-27 07:23 pm
sonofabishop) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-02-27 07:23 pm
Entry tags:
one or two crack up and start to cry
WHO: KING FARADAY
WHERE: The Atlantic ocean
WHEN: Monday night.
WARNINGS: Just some injuries.
SUMMARY: It turns out the Porter really doesn't like grenades.
FORMAT: Solo.
There had been a weird sinking feeling the moment the pressure from the creature's -- what the hell was it, a tail? A tentacle? -- had suddenly been off his body, allowing Faraday to really feel the damage it had done when it crushed his bones and organs. His mind moved too quick to fixate on that, though; bones were mendable, but was really important were the two grenades in his hand, live from the moment he had pulled the pins seconds ago.
But he'd expected, honestly, to be landing in the mouth of a dinosaur. Not the cold tile floor of what looked like an office building, but he only got half a second to look at it as it was. The next second he was in the air falling face first into water, and the only think he had time to do was hurl the grenades as far from him as he could manage in his half-broken condition. The explosion almost buried him completely with a wave, but he managed to resurface, gasping.
J'onn, he thought immediately, wondering out of no where if his friend was alive, or at least alive. He hadn't been, last he saw him. "Friend" sounded weird even just to think, but it didn't sound wrong, so he thought it again; Hope you're okay, friend. He spat out water, murky and pink from blood from somewhere in his body that had no business bleeding; the salt water stung his mouth and it was all he could do to keep his head above water. Pain flared up with every movement.
Not that he thought the battle back at the Cape would be lost without him. No, Faraday wasn't arrogant enough to believe he was quite that important, just honorable enough not to want to desert the cause and belligerent enough to want to see it to the end.
Like hell he was about to get bested by a bunch of water.
WHERE: The Atlantic ocean
WHEN: Monday night.
WARNINGS: Just some injuries.
SUMMARY: It turns out the Porter really doesn't like grenades.
FORMAT: Solo.
There had been a weird sinking feeling the moment the pressure from the creature's -- what the hell was it, a tail? A tentacle? -- had suddenly been off his body, allowing Faraday to really feel the damage it had done when it crushed his bones and organs. His mind moved too quick to fixate on that, though; bones were mendable, but was really important were the two grenades in his hand, live from the moment he had pulled the pins seconds ago.
But he'd expected, honestly, to be landing in the mouth of a dinosaur. Not the cold tile floor of what looked like an office building, but he only got half a second to look at it as it was. The next second he was in the air falling face first into water, and the only think he had time to do was hurl the grenades as far from him as he could manage in his half-broken condition. The explosion almost buried him completely with a wave, but he managed to resurface, gasping.
J'onn, he thought immediately, wondering out of no where if his friend was alive, or at least alive. He hadn't been, last he saw him. "Friend" sounded weird even just to think, but it didn't sound wrong, so he thought it again; Hope you're okay, friend. He spat out water, murky and pink from blood from somewhere in his body that had no business bleeding; the salt water stung his mouth and it was all he could do to keep his head above water. Pain flared up with every movement.
Not that he thought the battle back at the Cape would be lost without him. No, Faraday wasn't arrogant enough to believe he was quite that important, just honorable enough not to want to desert the cause and belligerent enough to want to see it to the end.
Like hell he was about to get bested by a bunch of water.