babyaliendaddy: (English is my second language)
Private First Class Lavernius Tucker ([personal profile] babyaliendaddy) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2014-01-20 07:39 pm
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[Bloater Sighting!] [Accidental Dictation]

[The journal falls open to Tucker's coughing as he wheezes in the spores, accidentally knocking his journal to the ground.] Goddamnit ... this shit's not cool. Why in the name of fuck is the ventilation system not fucking working ... probably that crazy ... Mara ... bitch.

[Another wheeze, and the sound of Tucker opening the door.] Aw man! It's worse out he- what the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?! Aw shit! Sword! Sword! Where the fuck did I put my sword?1
samson: (:x)

dictated

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-21 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[???] What the hell? What's going on?
dog_eat_dog: (it seems nothing and nowhere is golden)

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2014-01-21 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The ventilation system? What?
dog_eat_dog: <user name=funguy> (Default)

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2014-01-21 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tess finds her heart picking up already. Oh Jesus Christ. It's here. It has to be, what else could be described like that?]

She shouts in response, voice going up a pitch. Oh god, oh god.

It's an infected. If you breathe in those spores you will become one, alright? Get the fuck out of there!
toobravehearted: (119 Arrogance of a time lord)

Dictated

[personal profile] toobravehearted 2014-01-22 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Hello, just Tucker. I'm sorry to disappoint. It's not me. This time.

[Just then, a sizeable rock comes sailing through Tucker's window.

Take a guess who threw it, Tuck?
]
dog_eat_dog: (and i was bad news for you)

whoops sorry about that formatting fuckery, was on mobile

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2014-01-22 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
If you have to fight it, fire is the only way. Not bullets, fire!
samson: (eyeroll)

dictated

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-22 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Where?
dog_eat_dog: (all of our scars are permanent)

OOC

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2014-01-22 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Wait... Tucker is on the fourth floor. How did Mara throw a rock hard/precise enough to break a fourth floor window, let alone how will Tucker get out from there?]
teenagebadboy: (What | I don't get you)

Dicated

[personal profile] teenagebadboy 2014-01-22 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
What's all the fuss about mate?
Edited 2014-01-22 15:14 (UTC)
samson: (whut)

dictated

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-22 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright, just -- calm the hell down. Okay? You're gonna be fine.

[Big mushroom thing... whatever. Brock'll grab his lighter and an aerosol can for a makeshift flamethrower before he heads out.]
dog_eat_dog: (playgrounds are graveyards)

OOC

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2014-01-22 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Alrighty! Enjoy that fall, Tucker, lol.]
dog_eat_dog: (just because)

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2014-01-22 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
What the fuck do you mean you have no firepower? You don't have a single lighter, no flammable aerosols, not even a goddamn towel you can set on fire and put between you? You people are fucking useless!
teenagebadboy: (Slightly embaressed)

Dicated

[personal profile] teenagebadboy 2014-01-22 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
What? Are you kidding me? How...?
teenagebadboy: (Nervous)

Re: Dicated

[personal profile] teenagebadboy 2014-01-22 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh shite..
dog_eat_dog: <user name=funguy> (Default)

[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2014-01-22 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
You live in a fucking castle that allows you to wish for anything! Have a fucking emergency kit!

[She slams the journal; she's going to get prepared.]

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