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crossing_lostrp2006-01-12 08:51 pm
fikgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in crossing_lostrp2006-01-12 08:51 pm
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[GAME EVENT] One of These Things Just Doesn't Belong (tagging Team Cockpit)
Team Cockpit is coming from here
They moved out, sometimes making idle small talk, but mostly just listening. At first they listened to Sergeant Blaise as he directed them on how to mark their route and what to look for to find their way back to Camp Crash. Later they listened to the jungle sounds, and Megabyte figured that everyone was involved in his – or her – own thoughts. That's certainly the place where he was.
He wasn't worried about the "T-Rex," because they'd have plenty of warning about that thing if it were coming. However that didn't stop him from keeping a wary eye all about him, both in searching for possible predators (Forget Croc Hunter's stuff about carrion) and for the source of the niggling feeling he got that they were being watched. It was crazy, and probably just nerves, but Megabyte couldn't help but rub the back of his neck a few times as if he could wipe the phantom eyes away.
When they'd been walking for a good forty-five minutes, the Sergeant pulled abruptly to a stop, cutting his arm back to signal that they should all do the same. Megabyte was surprised to see that everyone, including Pretty Boy – who had yet to introduce himself – and George pulled to a silent halt.
They waited, quietly, only the sound of their breathing filling the air. (Amazing how loud breathing is when you're trying to be quiet.)
Right when Megabyte thought he couldn't be still any longer, he heard it. A rustling, shuffling off to the northeast of them. He realized he wasn't the only one when all heads turned in their direction.
Something was in the trees over there. Something coming right at them, and it was loud and it was fast. It wasn't the thing from the night before but it was something.
The rustling grew louder, and a loud growl could be heard. Instincts kicked in for everyone as the foliage ahead spread and a blur of something white streaked towards them. Megabyte dove to the side, instinctively grabbing George and pulling her out of harms way with him, and really hoped that Blaise or Rodney had sense of enough to use their guns.
They moved out, sometimes making idle small talk, but mostly just listening. At first they listened to Sergeant Blaise as he directed them on how to mark their route and what to look for to find their way back to Camp Crash. Later they listened to the jungle sounds, and Megabyte figured that everyone was involved in his – or her – own thoughts. That's certainly the place where he was.
He wasn't worried about the "T-Rex," because they'd have plenty of warning about that thing if it were coming. However that didn't stop him from keeping a wary eye all about him, both in searching for possible predators (Forget Croc Hunter's stuff about carrion) and for the source of the niggling feeling he got that they were being watched. It was crazy, and probably just nerves, but Megabyte couldn't help but rub the back of his neck a few times as if he could wipe the phantom eyes away.
When they'd been walking for a good forty-five minutes, the Sergeant pulled abruptly to a stop, cutting his arm back to signal that they should all do the same. Megabyte was surprised to see that everyone, including Pretty Boy – who had yet to introduce himself – and George pulled to a silent halt.
They waited, quietly, only the sound of their breathing filling the air. (Amazing how loud breathing is when you're trying to be quiet.)
Right when Megabyte thought he couldn't be still any longer, he heard it. A rustling, shuffling off to the northeast of them. He realized he wasn't the only one when all heads turned in their direction.
Something was in the trees over there. Something coming right at them, and it was loud and it was fast. It wasn't the thing from the night before but it was something.
The rustling grew louder, and a loud growl could be heard. Instincts kicked in for everyone as the foliage ahead spread and a blur of something white streaked towards them. Megabyte dove to the side, instinctively grabbing George and pulling her out of harms way with him, and really hoped that Blaise or Rodney had sense of enough to use their guns.