07-02-2017, 08:30 PM
Just as our trio made it to the bunker in the mountains, POP goes the Enel. Well... not in the same way that skinless popped. He just got raptured on out to the Colosseum. Well, fuck. I was JUST starting to like the guy. Oh well. Sterling and I kinda just shrug it off and lay down to wait out the alcohol and take a nap.
We're rudely awakened not long after by a beeping from our tablets. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I give it a quick perusal and take a shock to the system when I can't contain an expletive. The damn Safehouses, the one place we knew we could rest, were no longer safe. Well fuck me sideways. Figures Karl would throw another wrench into things. Still, it wasn't ALL bad. No one was really... near... uuuuss....
“FU-U-U-U-UCK!!!” I scream, bolting to my feet. Instantly, Archer is on his feet as well. His eyes are wide with panic and he scans the area as though we're under attack. I try to quickly reassure him before I explain.
“Nonononono! We're fine, pal. For now. But look at THIS shiiiieeeet!”
Panic has numbed my pain response a bit from all the shocks and I hurriedly show him the tablet. Not far from us, seven little lights blink, one a bit closer than the other six. In fact, the other six are right on top of each other. And are obviously trailing the one in the front, from the minute movements they're making. Archer raises a quizzical brow until I tap the foremost light and the contestant name pops up.
Graowr. The little bundle of sunshine and energy is being hounded by a group of other contestants. No. Not her. I quickly snatch up my bag and head out of the Safehouse, Archer on my heels. Ain't nobody gonna hurt our Blueberry. Not while WE can help it.
[Moving from SHE to E7[/quote]
We're rudely awakened not long after by a beeping from our tablets. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I give it a quick perusal and take a shock to the system when I can't contain an expletive. The damn Safehouses, the one place we knew we could rest, were no longer safe. Well fuck me sideways. Figures Karl would throw another wrench into things. Still, it wasn't ALL bad. No one was really... near... uuuuss....
“FU-U-U-U-UCK!!!” I scream, bolting to my feet. Instantly, Archer is on his feet as well. His eyes are wide with panic and he scans the area as though we're under attack. I try to quickly reassure him before I explain.
“Nonononono! We're fine, pal. For now. But look at THIS shiiiieeeet!”
Panic has numbed my pain response a bit from all the shocks and I hurriedly show him the tablet. Not far from us, seven little lights blink, one a bit closer than the other six. In fact, the other six are right on top of each other. And are obviously trailing the one in the front, from the minute movements they're making. Archer raises a quizzical brow until I tap the foremost light and the contestant name pops up.
Graowr. The little bundle of sunshine and energy is being hounded by a group of other contestants. No. Not her. I quickly snatch up my bag and head out of the Safehouse, Archer on my heels. Ain't nobody gonna hurt our Blueberry. Not while WE can help it.
[Moving from SHE to E7[/quote]
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