Open Log
DATE: Nov 30
CHARACTER(S): by_my_will and theoregontrail!
SUMMARY: In the chaos during and after the gunshot, Tieria falls and breaks his leg. Help?
LOCATION: Wagon Circle
WARNINGS: None?
FORMAT: Open (I'll follow you)
It started off as a quiet evening, despite some people who seemed to be showing signs of illness. Tieria had tried to get near the fire without involving himself too much in the goings on that were around it. Always observant, but never really a participant. Part of him liked it a little this way. It wasn't like there was anyone from home, anyway.
Unfortunately, the quiet didn't last long, and the entire camp erupted in chaos as someone started shooting. Tieria was on his feet, automatically reaching for his gun, but then he remembered that he hadn't had one when he arrived. Muttering a soft curse, he turned to get one, only to get nearly trampled by one of the panicked wagoneers. She crashed into him, sending him toppling over the log he had been sitting on.
The sound he heard was bad enough, but the pain afterwards was, well, excruciating, to be honest. For the moment, though, the best he could do was curl up and lay there, hoping no one else trampled over him before the excitement died down. Once it did, he could hear that he probably wasn't the only one injured. That was a very very very small comfort. He grit his teeth in a failed attempt to hold back some pained moans, sitting up to look around, but, as he shifted, he could feel just beyond the pain that his leg was broken.
Considering their situation out here, this was definitely bad.
CHARACTER(S): by_my_will and theoregontrail!
SUMMARY: In the chaos during and after the gunshot, Tieria falls and breaks his leg. Help?
LOCATION: Wagon Circle
WARNINGS: None?
FORMAT: Open (I'll follow you)
It started off as a quiet evening, despite some people who seemed to be showing signs of illness. Tieria had tried to get near the fire without involving himself too much in the goings on that were around it. Always observant, but never really a participant. Part of him liked it a little this way. It wasn't like there was anyone from home, anyway.
Unfortunately, the quiet didn't last long, and the entire camp erupted in chaos as someone started shooting. Tieria was on his feet, automatically reaching for his gun, but then he remembered that he hadn't had one when he arrived. Muttering a soft curse, he turned to get one, only to get nearly trampled by one of the panicked wagoneers. She crashed into him, sending him toppling over the log he had been sitting on.
The sound he heard was bad enough, but the pain afterwards was, well, excruciating, to be honest. For the moment, though, the best he could do was curl up and lay there, hoping no one else trampled over him before the excitement died down. Once it did, he could hear that he probably wasn't the only one injured. That was a very very very small comfort. He grit his teeth in a failed attempt to hold back some pained moans, sitting up to look around, but, as he shifted, he could feel just beyond the pain that his leg was broken.
Considering their situation out here, this was definitely bad.