Post by Noah on Apr 25, 2009 22:36:16 GMT -5
Noah is hiding under a table when something large and fleshy smacks into him. Through the ringing that was still resonating in his ears from the explosion, he hears the DJ's voice although he can't make out the words. Before he can realize what the hell is going on the familiar security of the shotgun in his hands is replaced by some flimsy cardboard box.
"Who the fuck stole my gun!"
He hears a fight coming closer and can feel the vibrations of the floor as they come closer. He rolls farther under the table, feeling the caked burn wounds reopen and ooze puss everywhere. He was almost under a booth when something large and solid hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out.
[OOC=]I am not having a good day[/OOC]
"Who the fuck stole my gun!"
He hears a fight coming closer and can feel the vibrations of the floor as they come closer. He rolls farther under the table, feeling the caked burn wounds reopen and ooze puss everywhere. He was almost under a booth when something large and solid hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out.
[OOC=]I am not having a good day[/OOC]