Memory 002: I regret...
Nov. 28th, 2011 03:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Waking up to an apocalyptic world is never the best thing to wake up to. Especially when she gets the nagging feeling that she's seen something like this before. The first day had not been too bad though; she'd just been wandering around town trying to look for friends or the Titans, or even her housemate, Sniper. She could worry about why this whole scene seemed familiar to her later. Right now, it was more important that she made sure everyone else was alright.
However with the coming of the second day people might see Tara running as she's being chased by three of the crazy cannibals. She's doing an alright job out-running them so far, but she has limits to her stamina. The small sack of things that she's managed to scavenge from around is also weighing her down; coupled with the fact that she hasn't eaten properly in nearly a whole day, it's more than a dead weight. The nagging feeling from yesterday has now manifested itself as a pounding headache too, and that's not helping her concentration.
She needs help, and fast.
Waking up to an apocalyptic world is never the best thing to wake up to. Especially when she gets the nagging feeling that she's seen something like this before. The first day had not been too bad though; she'd just been wandering around town trying to look for friends or the Titans, or even her housemate, Sniper. She could worry about why this whole scene seemed familiar to her later. Right now, it was more important that she made sure everyone else was alright.
However with the coming of the second day people might see Tara running as she's being chased by three of the crazy cannibals. She's doing an alright job out-running them so far, but she has limits to her stamina. The small sack of things that she's managed to scavenge from around is also weighing her down; coupled with the fact that she hasn't eaten properly in nearly a whole day, it's more than a dead weight. The nagging feeling from yesterday has now manifested itself as a pounding headache too, and that's not helping her concentration.
She needs help, and fast.
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Date: 2011-11-28 02:09 am (UTC)...she backs away slowly on the ground, afraid.)
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Date: 2011-11-28 02:37 am (UTC)Not so good for the others, as Utsuho's dive is now unimpeded.
She smashes into the first cannibal like a bulldozer, catching another with her wing with enough force to dash its brains open on the ground--let alone what happened to the first one (think paste). The third, however, was only buffeted by her passage--stunned, perhaps, but not disabled.
Okuu had already landed, momentarily stunned herself by the impact. This form wasn't quite used to all those forces at work just yet.]
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Date: 2011-11-28 02:52 am (UTC)She doesn't have time to think, instinct just propels her forward. She grabs a rock from the ground and smashes it against the head; hard. The cannibal stumbles and drops the shotgun, but he's far from down.)
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Date: 2011-11-28 04:48 pm (UTC)She grabs onto the ghoul as it stumbles, bearing it down with her weight and smashing its head onto the pavement. The creature is mostly stunned once more, but the hell raven either doesn't notice or doesn't care. She grasps the arm next to the shoulder, twists, wrenches--and the arm comes off with a hideous popping, tearing noise. She tosses the arm away as the ghoul shrieks, tears at the other, and mantles and tents her wings over her "kill" like some massive predatory bird. Her head disappears completely into that shield of feathers.
...oh god those are crunching noises. And hideous squishy ones. The ghoul has stopped screaming now; there's only those awful sounds left.]
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Date: 2011-11-30 06:39 am (UTC)