Jon watched House patching up Amanda's nose with a sense of controlled rage and frustration. This island was becoming too Lord of the Flies for his liking, no fucking structure and no damn morale - no morals either, if recent events were anything to go by. Shouting all that crap about other possibilities was all well and good, but he couldn't hide from the fact that he'd love to beat the crap out of Amanda too. She was the only target they had.
His gaze switched to George then, up and walking around with only the barest hint of injury. Sure she was leaning on Carlos, but that looked more like emotional support than anything else. Jon didn't buy it. He'd seen that machete rammed through her breastbone and came to the same conclusion that anyone with half an ounce of sense would, with or without all the blood. Maybe those stories about her being some kind of Grim Reaper were true, kooky as it sounded.
Blinking as some sand whipped into his face, Jon shielded his eyes with his hand and squinted for a better look at the camp. More sand blew up, causing him to turn away. A fruit of some kind smashed against his back, wet and painful. What was this, a fucking whirlwind? It sure as hell felt like it. Gah! At least the rain came in handy now and then!
Jon ran towards House and his patient half-crouched, figuring that the cranky doctor didn't have a hope in hell of undoing those knots he'd tied. He could deal with leaving Amanda out in a sandstorm, he realized callously, but the limping medic wouldn't make it to the trees unless he was carried.. though looking at the way Kenzaki was tugging the guy's arm, that might be more likely that it sounded.
"Do you want a full body rash?" he yelled above the wind, stumbling as the ground shuddered. Earthquake? What the fuck - oh hell, I give up.. "Christ, House, you've chosen a really bad time to get concerned about your fucking patients!"
He pulled out his multi-tool and dropped to his knees behind the prisoner, noting that she was still unsconcious. Great on one hand - it kept the bitch quiet - but crap if he was going to have to drag her to the trees. Might just roll her face down on the ground.. Changing his plan Jon sliced the lines holding Amanda to the tree, leaving her wrists tightly bound as he pushed her onto her front and followed suit. It might not be as good as true shelter, but good enough when the winds were this fucking strong.
Then the whirlwind stopped. Sand simply fell out of the air rather than flailing his exposed skin to shreds, along with all kinds of flotsam and jetsam. The air felt unnaturally still in comparison to the havoc of moments ago.
"I'm gonna sack the weatherman," Jon groused, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the world before rolling onto his back and scrubbing his face tiredly. The moan beside him deserved a snort. "The Wicked Witch of the West awakens. Welcome back. Wha-? Hey, STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Fuck fuck fuck!
Amanda must have regained consciousness during the sandstorm, he realized belatedly, then waited to see how well-guarded she was before making a break for it. Her hands might still be tied, but her legs sure weren't.
Belting after the woman, Jon drew his gun. Crazy bitch or not, Amanda was not going to get away and he wasn't willing to test Kenzaki's speed on this one, nor anyone else's. "Stop or I'll shoot!"
Fuck, would he? After all that crap with the boar the other day? Yes, he would. Just.. not.. "Last chance!"
No response.
*BANG*
Down she went, caught in the thigh. Right where he'd aimed, Jon congratulated himself with hollow satisfaction as he slid to a stop beside the screaming cow and shoved Amanda's face in the sand - broken nose and all - sitting on her back while waiting for anyone else to catch up.
"Oh dear, does that hurt? Exercise'll do that if you're not careful," he spat, grabbing her good leg when she tried to kick him. "Fucking deathwish fucking island."
[Jon] Bang bang (tag Kenzaki, open)
His gaze switched to George then, up and walking around with only the barest hint of injury. Sure she was leaning on Carlos, but that looked more like emotional support than anything else. Jon didn't buy it. He'd seen that machete rammed through her breastbone and came to the same conclusion that anyone with half an ounce of sense would, with or without all the blood. Maybe those stories about her being some kind of Grim Reaper were true, kooky as it sounded.
Blinking as some sand whipped into his face, Jon shielded his eyes with his hand and squinted for a better look at the camp. More sand blew up, causing him to turn away. A fruit of some kind smashed against his back, wet and painful. What was this, a fucking whirlwind? It sure as hell felt like it. Gah! At least the rain came in handy now and then!
Jon ran towards House and his patient half-crouched, figuring that the cranky doctor didn't have a hope in hell of undoing those knots he'd tied. He could deal with leaving Amanda out in a sandstorm, he realized callously, but the limping medic wouldn't make it to the trees unless he was carried.. though looking at the way Kenzaki was tugging the guy's arm, that might be more likely that it sounded.
"Do you want a full body rash?" he yelled above the wind, stumbling as the ground shuddered. Earthquake? What the fuck - oh hell, I give up.. "Christ, House, you've chosen a really bad time to get concerned about your fucking patients!"
He pulled out his multi-tool and dropped to his knees behind the prisoner, noting that she was still unsconcious. Great on one hand - it kept the bitch quiet - but crap if he was going to have to drag her to the trees. Might just roll her face down on the ground.. Changing his plan Jon sliced the lines holding Amanda to the tree, leaving her wrists tightly bound as he pushed her onto her front and followed suit. It might not be as good as true shelter, but good enough when the winds were this fucking strong.
Then the whirlwind stopped. Sand simply fell out of the air rather than flailing his exposed skin to shreds, along with all kinds of flotsam and jetsam. The air felt unnaturally still in comparison to the havoc of moments ago.
"I'm gonna sack the weatherman," Jon groused, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the world before rolling onto his back and scrubbing his face tiredly. The moan beside him deserved a snort. "The Wicked Witch of the West awakens. Welcome back. Wha-? Hey, STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Fuck fuck fuck!
Amanda must have regained consciousness during the sandstorm, he realized belatedly, then waited to see how well-guarded she was before making a break for it. Her hands might still be tied, but her legs sure weren't.
Belting after the woman, Jon drew his gun. Crazy bitch or not, Amanda was not going to get away and he wasn't willing to test Kenzaki's speed on this one, nor anyone else's. "Stop or I'll shoot!"
Fuck, would he? After all that crap with the boar the other day? Yes, he would. Just.. not.. "Last chance!"
No response.
*BANG*
Down she went, caught in the thigh. Right where he'd aimed, Jon congratulated himself with hollow satisfaction as he slid to a stop beside the screaming cow and shoved Amanda's face in the sand - broken nose and all - sitting on her back while waiting for anyone else to catch up.
"Oh dear, does that hurt? Exercise'll do that if you're not careful," he spat, grabbing her good leg when she tried to kick him. "Fucking deathwish fucking island."
OOC: um, oops? *innocence*