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taxonomites2011-01-18 11:20 pm
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[Holo] Arrival Post
The last thing he clearly remembered was the gunfire, the sheer racket it was all making as they made a break for it. Tyler was just across from him, so close and the only one to back them up. Should have known the useless sod couldn’t make a shot if his life depended on it. That was if he even wanted to make the shot, anyway, he honestly has no idea what was going on. Sam had betrayed them, wonder that, just what he needed to deal with during a shootout. He was sure he’d been shot himself, he felt that flare of pain but he couldn’t feel it any more, he couldn’t hear his team, he was pretty sure he was blacking out. Well that was rubbish, what good would that do anyone?
Opening his eyes, it took him a few moments to full wake himself up. He never expected to see such a bizarre setting around him when he finally did, it was like one of those poncy sci-fis but without the rubbish tin foil and card board sets. Everything looked real, he was almost afraid to touch anything. Almost being the keyword here, he was happy enough to stomp around like a bull in a china shop, as always, trying to get a better look at the weird device on the ceiling before backing up as slow as he could. This made no sense and he honestly didn’t want to know. He just wanted out.
“Bollocks. I’m dead, aren’t I?” So much for dying in the boozer like he’d always dreamed. Ah well, win some, lose some. This was either a very vivid hallucination or he was dead, there was no way this was real. Perhaps he was just tripping the light fantastic? “What is-- Tyler?!"
When something weird was occurring, it was bound to have something to do his not-so-right in the head DI. This was the polite way of putting it, really. Sam Tyler was the master of weirdy things.
Checking his pockets, he couldn’t feel the outline of his gun anywhere. That was not good, none of this was-- and what the hell was on his wrist? It looked like some awful jewellery a prozzie got on the cheap to try and dress herself up a bit. Lovely. And it wouldn’t come off, of course, that was the crowning touch. “If this really is the afterlife… I hope you know I’m bloody disappointed! No pearly gates? Bloody great, that is.”
Looking across at the small device thingy on the side, Gene didn’t dare make a move closer. He’d never seen anything like that before. His first instinct was to attack but there was nothing to attack. So he was just going to stick to yelling like he always did. Just to regain some power here, if that was at all possible.
Opening his eyes, it took him a few moments to full wake himself up. He never expected to see such a bizarre setting around him when he finally did, it was like one of those poncy sci-fis but without the rubbish tin foil and card board sets. Everything looked real, he was almost afraid to touch anything. Almost being the keyword here, he was happy enough to stomp around like a bull in a china shop, as always, trying to get a better look at the weird device on the ceiling before backing up as slow as he could. This made no sense and he honestly didn’t want to know. He just wanted out.
“Bollocks. I’m dead, aren’t I?” So much for dying in the boozer like he’d always dreamed. Ah well, win some, lose some. This was either a very vivid hallucination or he was dead, there was no way this was real. Perhaps he was just tripping the light fantastic? “What is-- Tyler?!"
When something weird was occurring, it was bound to have something to do his not-so-right in the head DI. This was the polite way of putting it, really. Sam Tyler was the master of weirdy things.
Checking his pockets, he couldn’t feel the outline of his gun anywhere. That was not good, none of this was-- and what the hell was on his wrist? It looked like some awful jewellery a prozzie got on the cheap to try and dress herself up a bit. Lovely. And it wouldn’t come off, of course, that was the crowning touch. “If this really is the afterlife… I hope you know I’m bloody disappointed! No pearly gates? Bloody great, that is.”
Looking across at the small device thingy on the side, Gene didn’t dare make a move closer. He’d never seen anything like that before. His first instinct was to attack but there was nothing to attack. So he was just going to stick to yelling like he always did. Just to regain some power here, if that was at all possible.
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