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loudnoises) wrote2013-08-07 05:46 am
loudnoises) wrote2013-08-07 05:46 am
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CHARACTERS: Eren Yeager (loudnoises) and OPEN
DATE: 8/?/2013 (Week 1, Day 4+)
RATING: violence + cursing probably.
SUMMARY: spider-stomping, rooftop running, forest scouting, and some loser getting emotionally compromised by a body of water.
1. CATCH-ALL ( NIGHT )
There's no Titans here, but the spiders are an easy distraction. They're enough to keep Eren from staying in his room, twiddling his thumbs; he's out combing the city, taking the time to kill every skittery arachnid in his path.
So maybe you're on a rooftop when there's the whipping snap of a pair of wire grappling hooks as they catch onto the shingles. It's followed by the whining of a mechanized winch, the hiss of compressed air, and Eren swings in for a landing— only to readjust his trajectory to avoid flying face-first into someone. It's a near-miss, and he slides in far too close, rooftop creaking in protest as he blinks up at whoever he just about bowled over.
(Or hell, maybe they collide anyway. It's dark, after all.)
Alternatively, Eren can be found ground-locked as he slices a spider clean in half— but there's plenty more to deal with. One crawls up his boot, and another makes a clean jump onto his neck, at which he growls and a curse cuts through the air.
"Screw. This!"
2. OUTSKIRTS ( NIGHT or DAY, in which case ignore the first line? )
He passes through the few people there like ghosts, their conversations little more than static whispers. He ignores them, heading straight for where the city meets the treeline. He's resolute, steps loud with purpose and ambition, and he stares up at the fauna as it stretches up to the sky.
It was just another wall. And he was going to get past it. He steps into the brush.
3. DOCKS ( DAY )
The water's dark— darker than any canal or lake could ever hope to be and it stretches on for what must be forever. The tide ebbs in and out in a rhythm he's wholly unfamiliar with, but what has him locked in place is the air. Crisp, cold, and sharp with... salt.
Eren stands on the pier and feels wetness gather around his eyes, a heavy lump settling in his throat.
It was an ocean. He was standing in front of an ocean.
{ ooc: either prose or action are fine! }
loudnoises) and OPENDATE: 8/?/2013 (Week 1, Day 4+)
RATING: violence + cursing probably.
SUMMARY: spider-stomping, rooftop running, forest scouting, and some loser getting emotionally compromised by a body of water.
1. CATCH-ALL ( NIGHT )
There's no Titans here, but the spiders are an easy distraction. They're enough to keep Eren from staying in his room, twiddling his thumbs; he's out combing the city, taking the time to kill every skittery arachnid in his path.
So maybe you're on a rooftop when there's the whipping snap of a pair of wire grappling hooks as they catch onto the shingles. It's followed by the whining of a mechanized winch, the hiss of compressed air, and Eren swings in for a landing— only to readjust his trajectory to avoid flying face-first into someone. It's a near-miss, and he slides in far too close, rooftop creaking in protest as he blinks up at whoever he just about bowled over.
(Or hell, maybe they collide anyway. It's dark, after all.)
Alternatively, Eren can be found ground-locked as he slices a spider clean in half— but there's plenty more to deal with. One crawls up his boot, and another makes a clean jump onto his neck, at which he growls and a curse cuts through the air.
"Screw. This!"
2. OUTSKIRTS ( NIGHT or DAY, in which case ignore the first line? )
He passes through the few people there like ghosts, their conversations little more than static whispers. He ignores them, heading straight for where the city meets the treeline. He's resolute, steps loud with purpose and ambition, and he stares up at the fauna as it stretches up to the sky.
It was just another wall. And he was going to get past it. He steps into the brush.
3. DOCKS ( DAY )
The water's dark— darker than any canal or lake could ever hope to be and it stretches on for what must be forever. The tide ebbs in and out in a rhythm he's wholly unfamiliar with, but what has him locked in place is the air. Crisp, cold, and sharp with... salt.
Eren stands on the pier and feels wetness gather around his eyes, a heavy lump settling in his throat.
It was an ocean. He was standing in front of an ocean.
{ ooc: either prose or action are fine! }