Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-05-2010, 06:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Alice.
Still lying back-down on the slab, Michelle held her arm up and wiggled her fingers. She sighed and watched the vapor that formed from her warm breath in the cold air. Something under her was rather uncomfortable and she furrowed her eyebrows in frustration until she realized what it was. Betsy! Finally motivated to get up, the Runner rolled over and cradled her rifle, Betsy. Man, you sure would've come in handy with that creep earlier…Although, he was kind of cute, I guess. Better than the guys back at YM-5.
She laughed off her musings, and situated herself in a runner's stretch on the ground. No use in not limbering up before the crap that's about to go down. I have no clue what the hell this is, but hey, I got my wish. No more supply runs, no more errands, no more Walkers. Just-- She paused, almost looking sad for a minute. Well, maybe I can… No! This isn't any good!
With rapidly numbing fingers, it was harder for her to grab her zipper—she fumbled a few times, but soon her jacket was unzipped. After remembering where she was, however, she grabbed the jacket shut. Both the cold and the company wouldn't look too fondly on her supply belts and sports bra, she supposed. She looked around the cave, but it was really just too dark for her to see anyone or anything, so she assumed herself safe.
From her supply belt, she unzipped a pouch and removed one tablet, about the size of a dime. She looked at it seriously, and then pulled out a collapsible cup from her belt. This cave pleased her; it would do very well for this. A smirk began to creep across her face, and she used the cup to scoop up some ice flakes. The glittering ice flakes melted almost immediately as they rested in the cup; the once subarctic cave wouldn't hold the ice in its form anymore. With almost a maniacal look in her eyes, she dropped the tablet in the cup of water. The liquid began to fizz and bubble and turn brown. She took a long, slow sip and sighed. “Thank you science.â€
Her sipping paused for a moment when she heard a giggling noise. The soda was fizzing loudly, however, so Michelle went back to her drink. Another giggle happened, again, louder, right as the cup met her parted lips, startling her and causing her to almost spill her drink. She held her drink out, not taking another drink, waiting for the giggle again. Some time passed, and she thought it safe to drink. But instead of the brown, bubbly liquid pouring into her mouth, it began to pour on the…ceiling? The very same ceiling that Michelle was now hurtling towards, head-first.
Once she realized what was happening, she neatly landed on her feet in a crouch. But not after the most horrific thing possible occurred. She looked to her left and there, on the ceiling-floor, laid her purple cup on its side surrounded by a puddle of cola.
“Okay, seriously, what the hell! Who's there?â€
Not in a nonchalant mood anymore—in fact rather pissed, she grabbed her goggles and pulled them with force over her eyes. She adjusted the knobs, then scanned the darkness hungrily. “Who. Is. There.â€
In the glowing green mist, she saw many jutting rocks and ice. One moved. Michelle rushed to her feet, grabbed Betsy and her cup, and stomped off towards the shape.
Still lying back-down on the slab, Michelle held her arm up and wiggled her fingers. She sighed and watched the vapor that formed from her warm breath in the cold air. Something under her was rather uncomfortable and she furrowed her eyebrows in frustration until she realized what it was. Betsy! Finally motivated to get up, the Runner rolled over and cradled her rifle, Betsy. Man, you sure would've come in handy with that creep earlier…Although, he was kind of cute, I guess. Better than the guys back at YM-5.
She laughed off her musings, and situated herself in a runner's stretch on the ground. No use in not limbering up before the crap that's about to go down. I have no clue what the hell this is, but hey, I got my wish. No more supply runs, no more errands, no more Walkers. Just-- She paused, almost looking sad for a minute. Well, maybe I can… No! This isn't any good!
With rapidly numbing fingers, it was harder for her to grab her zipper—she fumbled a few times, but soon her jacket was unzipped. After remembering where she was, however, she grabbed the jacket shut. Both the cold and the company wouldn't look too fondly on her supply belts and sports bra, she supposed. She looked around the cave, but it was really just too dark for her to see anyone or anything, so she assumed herself safe.
From her supply belt, she unzipped a pouch and removed one tablet, about the size of a dime. She looked at it seriously, and then pulled out a collapsible cup from her belt. This cave pleased her; it would do very well for this. A smirk began to creep across her face, and she used the cup to scoop up some ice flakes. The glittering ice flakes melted almost immediately as they rested in the cup; the once subarctic cave wouldn't hold the ice in its form anymore. With almost a maniacal look in her eyes, she dropped the tablet in the cup of water. The liquid began to fizz and bubble and turn brown. She took a long, slow sip and sighed. “Thank you science.â€
Her sipping paused for a moment when she heard a giggling noise. The soda was fizzing loudly, however, so Michelle went back to her drink. Another giggle happened, again, louder, right as the cup met her parted lips, startling her and causing her to almost spill her drink. She held her drink out, not taking another drink, waiting for the giggle again. Some time passed, and she thought it safe to drink. But instead of the brown, bubbly liquid pouring into her mouth, it began to pour on the…ceiling? The very same ceiling that Michelle was now hurtling towards, head-first.
Once she realized what was happening, she neatly landed on her feet in a crouch. But not after the most horrific thing possible occurred. She looked to her left and there, on the ceiling-floor, laid her purple cup on its side surrounded by a puddle of cola.
“Okay, seriously, what the hell! Who's there?â€
Not in a nonchalant mood anymore—in fact rather pissed, she grabbed her goggles and pulled them with force over her eyes. She adjusted the knobs, then scanned the darkness hungrily. “Who. Is. There.â€
In the glowing green mist, she saw many jutting rocks and ice. One moved. Michelle rushed to her feet, grabbed Betsy and her cup, and stomped off towards the shape.