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Team Tembo: Day one
[By now you should have already woken up to your surroundings. Your camp is in the jungle, surrounded by tents, vehicles and cages full of dinosaurs. Wander around, check out the armoury, wonder why there are a bunch of dinosaurs in cages, or get yourself a tent]
[[ooc: The camp | Pick a tent | The dinosaurs | Roland Tembo | Day One OOC post | Plot Hub]]
[[ooc: The camp | Pick a tent | The dinosaurs | Roland Tembo | Day One OOC post | Plot Hub]]
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A minute ago, he was in the middle of the Cradle of Life in... he can't actually remember where, staring down Lara Croft, and the next...?
He has no idea. He remembers getting shot, though.
So, now, he's just standing. Staring at his surroundings, getting over the shock of waking up somewhere new.]
This is not what I had in mind for my afterlife...
Bloody hell...
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He's busy checking his chest for a bullet hole, despite his clothes bearing signs of being shot through. One hole in his chest.]
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Which apparently, is being reunited with her iPod that she lost on the ship before her life turned to crap. Classy]
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It definitely seems more important than communications equipment at the moment, as he picks up a rifle and examines it with a practised eye.]
This is messed up...
[He looks through the sights and stops... staring through as they line up on a certain someone.]
No bloody way...
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He lowers the rifle and hustles to the cover of a tent close by, raising the rifle once more to look through the scopes.
Again, things didn't seem right.]
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And, now, he was sneaking towards her, drawing a knife from his boot and making sure no-one else is watching.
If he gets away with it, a hand gets clamped over her mouth and an earbud gets popped out.]
Croft. Fancy meeting you here. Scream and my knife goes through your back. [She should feel the point in her back.] We're going to go somewhere quiet to talk.
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[Lara felt the tip of a knife on her back. She complied with the attacker and didn't scream. Whatever he's planning, she's already thinking up a plan of her own. Better not cause a commotion for now...
But this man knows who she is? Could it be one of those people who want to free the caged dinosaurs Tembo told her about?]
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[He's using one of the fingers on the hand clamped over Lara's mouth to point.
Walk slow. Don't want to draw attention, do we?
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I'm going to let go, and you're going to turn around, slowly. No funny stuff, no spinning kicks, no bright ideas. Nod once if you understand.
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[Carolina just happens to be nearby, her red hair
convenientlybraided tightly against her skull. She's mostly busy checking out the weaponry available and possibly tucking a couple pistols onto a holster to fit about her hips.]no subject
[Try him. Terry folds his arms, turning to look at Carolina.]
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Sorry, what part of this makes you think this isn't an afterlife?
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[He flashes a slight grin.]
Won't your face be red if I'm proven right?
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