Ep 1 - Damsel in Distress (closed)
Jun 4, 2012 22:53:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2012 22:53:19 GMT -5
((In anticipation of the Jeff and Shadow staredown. If that doesn't happen, just consider this a brief reaction interlude.))
((Also, Ebon: I've taken a few liberties with Starscream here. If any of that seems OOC to you, feel free to kick me in the head and I'll edit.))
With one hand, Soledad was writing down her next shopping list for whichever Eradicon felt like helping her out. With the other, she held her only spare shirt to the bleeding gash across the top of her left thigh. Her hand was shaking a little as she wrote - she hoped her handwriting would still be legible.
First Aid Kit, read the top of the page. Band-aids, gauze, burn cream, alcohol - would kill for alcohol. Oh god please don't let this get infected.
Who knew why Starscream had wanted a sample of her blood? Who knew why Starscream wanted anything, really. He'd just grabbed her without explanation, and she'd cursed and struggled but he'd managed to cut her anyway, and collect the resultant spill while making pleased noises. Five minutes on Google, as Soledad had yelled at him, could have told him that that wasn't how you get a blood sample, but as usual, Starscream wasn't interested. He seemed only interested in how Soledad reacted under different kinds of stress, making him more of a behaviorist mad scientist than a biologist mad scientist.
Who am I kidding. He's not a scientist, he's an idiot kid with a magnifying glass standing over an anthill.
The air boomed and rumbled. Soledad dropped her pencil and clapped her hands over her ears, thinking someone was tapping on her enclosure again. "Hey, asshole," she yelled, whirling around and oh dammit that hurt - but there was no one in the lab, and as she stared around her, the booming noise came again, vibrating the walls of her cage.
A - battle?
The Eradicons had spoken of battles, when she could coax them to. An enemy they had to fight. Vicious, savage creatures who tore through their ranks like wet paper, led by an implacable foe with no face. Soledad was suddenly seized by the mental picture of the warship itself being damaged or destroyed, blowing up in a massive fireball like in Star Wars with her still trapped inside it, or just the hull rupturing and all the air being sucked into space, leaving her to die breathless and cold-
Soledad limped as fast as she could to the shelter Georgia and Sharon had so proudly built for her, and huddled inside, bloody shirt clutched to her leg and breath coming far too fast.
((Also, Ebon: I've taken a few liberties with Starscream here. If any of that seems OOC to you, feel free to kick me in the head and I'll edit.))
With one hand, Soledad was writing down her next shopping list for whichever Eradicon felt like helping her out. With the other, she held her only spare shirt to the bleeding gash across the top of her left thigh. Her hand was shaking a little as she wrote - she hoped her handwriting would still be legible.
First Aid Kit, read the top of the page. Band-aids, gauze, burn cream, alcohol - would kill for alcohol. Oh god please don't let this get infected.
Who knew why Starscream had wanted a sample of her blood? Who knew why Starscream wanted anything, really. He'd just grabbed her without explanation, and she'd cursed and struggled but he'd managed to cut her anyway, and collect the resultant spill while making pleased noises. Five minutes on Google, as Soledad had yelled at him, could have told him that that wasn't how you get a blood sample, but as usual, Starscream wasn't interested. He seemed only interested in how Soledad reacted under different kinds of stress, making him more of a behaviorist mad scientist than a biologist mad scientist.
Who am I kidding. He's not a scientist, he's an idiot kid with a magnifying glass standing over an anthill.
The air boomed and rumbled. Soledad dropped her pencil and clapped her hands over her ears, thinking someone was tapping on her enclosure again. "Hey, asshole," she yelled, whirling around and oh dammit that hurt - but there was no one in the lab, and as she stared around her, the booming noise came again, vibrating the walls of her cage.
A - battle?
The Eradicons had spoken of battles, when she could coax them to. An enemy they had to fight. Vicious, savage creatures who tore through their ranks like wet paper, led by an implacable foe with no face. Soledad was suddenly seized by the mental picture of the warship itself being damaged or destroyed, blowing up in a massive fireball like in Star Wars with her still trapped inside it, or just the hull rupturing and all the air being sucked into space, leaving her to die breathless and cold-
Soledad limped as fast as she could to the shelter Georgia and Sharon had so proudly built for her, and huddled inside, bloody shirt clutched to her leg and breath coming far too fast.