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Arrival - The Reality Breakdown [OTA]

Sep 09, 2009 19:38

After the staging area was cleared and the triage tent erected, it was decided that those hands that were better suited to plasma scalpels and dermal regenerators could be used for clearing rubble to look for survivors. It wasn’t what they were trained to do, wasn’t what they were there for, but none complained, cutting their hands on debris, ( Read more... )

[post] open, [character] tim riggins, [place] the beach, [post] arrival

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texas33forever September 12 2009, 04:59:05 UTC

Tim nearly choked on one of the fries he was attempting to stuff in his mouth when he saw the guy appear out of nowhere. Sure, people had warned him about this, but he hadn't actually experienced it until this point. He knew, though, how weird it was to suddenly find yourself dumped on a beach, especially being dumped on a beach from somewhere like Dillon. It wasn't exactly beach material, and the local pool didn't have a hope in hell of cutting it.

"Ya' ain't goin' crazy, dude," Tim called out to the guy, gesturing with a few fries pinched between his fingers. "But ya' certainly feel like it first few days in this place. Like ya' too a bad hit and ya' trippin'."

drlmccoy September 13 2009, 01:01:02 UTC

There was no use in denying it now. He was crazy. He was hearing voices and he was crazy! Except that it was just one voice, besides his own, and it seemed pretty vehement that Leonard wasn't actually crazy. Novel but not altogether convincing when he turned his head towards the sound and discovered it belonged to some kid that was eating what looked to be...fries?

Leonard shook himself and tried to tell himself that a teenager eating a meal was better than a dead little girl on a burnt patch of earth but somehow he wasn't so sure. Maybe because he'd somehow ended up on some beach in the middle of God knew where that just might be a product of his addled brain as some sort of coping mechanism.

Still...

"A-and where, exactly am I?"

texas33forever September 13 2009, 03:32:50 UTC

Tim turfed the fries back into the paper his lunch of British-style fish and chips was wrapped in and stood up, wiping his greasy fingers on the bottoms of his overalls. He had just unbuttoned the tops of them and taken his arms out of his sleeves for his lunch break from the garage. Shame he couldn't have a beer with lunch, because it was perfect cold beer weather. "Er, Eatin' Lemons, or some shit. It's French. Or the name is. Ya' on some island, dude. It sucks people from all over the place and dumps ya' here for a free holiday and piss-up." He held his hand out to the man. "Tim," he introduced himself.

drlmccoy September 13 2009, 04:00:13 UTC

'Eating Lemons?' Right. It would have been to damn much to end up somewhere that made sense. But this was a mental breakdown and those were notorious for not making sense. Why not?

Leonard eyed the man's hand and had no intentions of taking it but the kid was the only one here and it wouldn't be a good idea to alienate the someone that knew what the hell was going on. Yet. He took the hand hesitantly and gave it a quick shake.

"Leonard." He pulled his hand back and used it to run over his head. "Don't take this wrong but this sure as hell ain't a pleasure to meet you."

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