Homicidal Seafood Part Two [Active/Open]
Characters: Rosette, Wolf, Harry, whoever else would like to join
Content: A search for survivors turns slightly violent, thanks to the local seafood population.
Location: The Strand Bookstore (what's left of it, anyways) and the surrounding rubble
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Well, so far all the characters in this thread are confirmed crab bites. Expect violence and swearing.
More than anything else, Rosette hated being helpless. Whether it was through circumstance or her own weakness, it was one of the few things she couldn't stand. She'd been helpless to do anything but run when Clover came through, so when the chance to help in the aftermath arose, she'd jumped at it.
That was why she was here, wading through the rubble around what had once been the Strand Bookstore (she hadn't bothered to check the rubble of the store and its apartments, since she knew everyone had gotten out of there in one piece) and looking for survivors. She was waist-deep in sheetrock and drywall, looking hard and occasionally calling out to see if anybody was trapped. So far, there hadn't been anybody - which, she supposed, was a good thing.
She straightened up and called over her shoulder, "Any luck?"
Content: A search for survivors turns slightly violent, thanks to the local seafood population.
Location: The Strand Bookstore (what's left of it, anyways) and the surrounding rubble
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Well, so far all the characters in this thread are confirmed crab bites. Expect violence and swearing.
More than anything else, Rosette hated being helpless. Whether it was through circumstance or her own weakness, it was one of the few things she couldn't stand. She'd been helpless to do anything but run when Clover came through, so when the chance to help in the aftermath arose, she'd jumped at it.
That was why she was here, wading through the rubble around what had once been the Strand Bookstore (she hadn't bothered to check the rubble of the store and its apartments, since she knew everyone had gotten out of there in one piece) and looking for survivors. She was waist-deep in sheetrock and drywall, looking hard and occasionally calling out to see if anybody was trapped. So far, there hadn't been anybody - which, she supposed, was a good thing.
She straightened up and called over her shoulder, "Any luck?"