Sergeant Rick Doyle || 28 Weeks Later (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fuckthemission) wrote2012-06-11 01:03 pm
fuckthemission) wrote2012-06-11 01:03 pm
04 | voice/written/action | Kidnap shifts are a bitch, and I hate 'em.
[June 9th (Nighttime)]
[Doyle returns from the mission and hopes distantly that the shift placed on him would be gone. It is not, and he's got an insignificant wound that probably needs a few stitches and something to disinfectant. He basically makes a beeline for his place, locks himself up (and may run into people along the way, despite his attempts to be sneaky). He'll just have to wait for it to wear off.
Yeah.]
[Voice]
Can anyone do me a favor? Probably a doctor at the clinic--I need, uh. A kit for stitching up minor injuries, things like that? Something to disinfect a wound? I'm not really in a position to go down to the clinic... If we can arrange somewhere to pick it up, I'd really owe ya.
[If you're in Community Housing 7, you might feel a phantom heat passing through the Floor 3 hallway. Also if you're Doyle's neighbors or you're above or below his room, sorry about the weird heat that seems to bounce around your place. :|]
[June 10th]
[It's getting worse. He's feeling a lot more restricted, a lot more like he's drowning in peak summer heat. Started sweating more; he takes nightly walks like he does sometimes, though more-so to escape how his room smothers him. Eventually, though, he starts to realize that he can't go to the grocery store, or the restaurant, or the item shop. Or the middle of the plaza. Frankly, he realizes he's just shoving heat in people's faces wherever he's at.
There's some joke to be made about making people want to take their clothes off, but he's too tired to amuse it. He temporarily stays in an empty house further back from any people, just until this wears off. Needs food, though. Going to the grocery shop isn't going to work out. At all.
A while later, an anonymous person pens in this handwriting:]
[Written / Anonymous]
I'm stuck in a predicament, and I kinda' need food. If anyone can drop some off at the house I'm staying in, I'd really appreciate it--and I'd owe you one. Just on the doorstep, and I can do the rest.
[If people do decide to help out, he'd appreciate it. He even pens the house number. Just don't be alarmed if you help, or even if you just walk by, that something unceremoniously warm is seeping through the walls of the house. He's got the air on, the fans on, and he's still not feeling too relaxed.
He also goes out and sits at the lake. By the time he's there for an hour, two, he sits in the water and feels some semblance of relief for once.]
[June 11th]
[Fucking hell. Fuck.
He's given up on shirts. He's drinking a lot of water, too. Been sitting in the shower at the unspecified house until he prunes up. It offers a little relief. Not a whole lot. When it starts to rain he goes outside, goes back to the lake, sits in the water, in the rain; he hasn't gotten sick from it yet, so he's not about to stop.
When the rain clears up, he drags himself onto the shore and lays there. He feels too hot. He's going to burn up--they're going to burn him all up, aren't they, those assholes?
Too hot... Ugh... Too hot.
It's raining and overcast and he's laying here suffocating in heat.
What were the odds.]
((ooc: basically anyone within a 10-foot radius will feel like they're in a really hot desert that will progressively get worse the closer they go; the heat is stifling and hard to be around. Another 10 feet after that, there's a mild heat that'll probably be more recognizable on the rainy days. Touching him'll make you feel like you're being burned. Also to note, it only effects living things. So no actual hot objects. :|b
It'll go away before anything gets too intense for him, but he's a little freaked out and anxious and all that.))
[Doyle returns from the mission and hopes distantly that the shift placed on him would be gone. It is not, and he's got an insignificant wound that probably needs a few stitches and something to disinfectant. He basically makes a beeline for his place, locks himself up (and may run into people along the way, despite his attempts to be sneaky). He'll just have to wait for it to wear off.
Yeah.]
[Voice]
Can anyone do me a favor? Probably a doctor at the clinic--I need, uh. A kit for stitching up minor injuries, things like that? Something to disinfect a wound? I'm not really in a position to go down to the clinic... If we can arrange somewhere to pick it up, I'd really owe ya.
[If you're in Community Housing 7, you might feel a phantom heat passing through the Floor 3 hallway. Also if you're Doyle's neighbors or you're above or below his room, sorry about the weird heat that seems to bounce around your place. :|]
[June 10th]
[It's getting worse. He's feeling a lot more restricted, a lot more like he's drowning in peak summer heat. Started sweating more; he takes nightly walks like he does sometimes, though more-so to escape how his room smothers him. Eventually, though, he starts to realize that he can't go to the grocery store, or the restaurant, or the item shop. Or the middle of the plaza. Frankly, he realizes he's just shoving heat in people's faces wherever he's at.
There's some joke to be made about making people want to take their clothes off, but he's too tired to amuse it. He temporarily stays in an empty house further back from any people, just until this wears off. Needs food, though. Going to the grocery shop isn't going to work out. At all.
A while later, an anonymous person pens in this handwriting:]
[Written / Anonymous]
I'm stuck in a predicament, and I kinda' need food. If anyone can drop some off at the house I'm staying in, I'd really appreciate it--and I'd owe you one. Just on the doorstep, and I can do the rest.
[If people do decide to help out, he'd appreciate it. He even pens the house number. Just don't be alarmed if you help, or even if you just walk by, that something unceremoniously warm is seeping through the walls of the house. He's got the air on, the fans on, and he's still not feeling too relaxed.
He also goes out and sits at the lake. By the time he's there for an hour, two, he sits in the water and feels some semblance of relief for once.]
[June 11th]
[Fucking hell. Fuck.
He's given up on shirts. He's drinking a lot of water, too. Been sitting in the shower at the unspecified house until he prunes up. It offers a little relief. Not a whole lot. When it starts to rain he goes outside, goes back to the lake, sits in the water, in the rain; he hasn't gotten sick from it yet, so he's not about to stop.
When the rain clears up, he drags himself onto the shore and lays there. He feels too hot. He's going to burn up--they're going to burn him all up, aren't they, those assholes?
Too hot... Ugh... Too hot.
It's raining and overcast and he's laying here suffocating in heat.
What were the odds.]
((ooc: basically anyone within a 10-foot radius will feel like they're in a really hot desert that will progressively get worse the closer they go; the heat is stifling and hard to be around. Another 10 feet after that, there's a mild heat that'll probably be more recognizable on the rainy days. Touching him'll make you feel like you're being burned. Also to note, it only effects living things. So no actual hot objects. :|b
It'll go away before anything gets too intense for him, but he's a little freaked out and anxious and all that.))
[Action]
He settles on the floor adjacent to the sniper, careful not to touch him. Though the heat was a comfortable change, he knew better than to touch anything in these conditions. Especially if the object in question was emanating heat.
It was a hard lesson to learn; the only thing that spared his hands from repeated burns while maintaining Enkidudu was the gift of Immortality from the Spiral King.]
Unfortunately no. [He holds out the bag.] I brought you food though.
[Action]
Thanks. Going out to public places right now isn't really much of an idea, you know?
[Action]
[Many people within the enclosure would not be able to handle this kind of heat--Viral was almost certain he was among the minority that were from arid climes in the first place. But, that didn't make the man's needs any less relevant.]
...Is the food okay?
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Ffft. Not even the prison wardens at Rinkane deserve meat from that!
[Action]
Rinkane?
[Never heard of it. Probably different worlds, considering... well. Look at you, pal.]
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There's plenty of people in my family who've done some time alright.
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The underground part is new to me, though.
[Action]
[And an unironic parallel to the conditions that the humans had to face just a few years ago in his world.]
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[He smiles like a smart ass, but it's short lived when another overwhelming pocket of burning air grips his lungs. He squeezes his eyes shut, shoving his head back with a thump.]
Goddamn.
[Action]
...it's a Shift, isn't it?
[Action]
Just wonderful, isn't it?
I wouldn't mind living here if they'd stop with the weird-ass tests. Most of them don't even seem like they'd help jack-shit. Of course, they probably just like picking on their lab rats.
[Action]
[A snort. The actions taken by the Malnosso would never fly in the Spiral King's military, even with the use of dirty tactics. Victory was one thing, idleness was another.]
At least you don't need to worry about getting sick from the cold.
[Action]
I'd feel a little better if it weren't already summer.
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[Did he have to say more?]
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[He laughs under his breath.]
Stationed in the desert a few times before. Hated it.
[Action]
Spent most of my career there. I'm used to it.
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