Aug. 13th, 2017 05:58 pm
kersen: (male: tattoos)
[personal profile] kersen posting in [community profile] londoncallingrpg
Kersen woke to the feeling of the skin on his fingers sizzling slightly. He blinked, and then yanked his hand towards his body, underneath the tarp that was covering him. He could see a sliver of sunlight under the edge of the tarp, and let out a string of curse words in a few different languages.

How he had gotten into this position... was not something he really wanted to think about right now. More important was how to get himself out of it. As the sun got higher, the tarp would get hotter. Waiting it out was not a good idea. He also had blood on him (some his, some not), and he was hungry. All of these things were the makings of a bad situation.

And of course, he didn't have a phone. He'd dropped it somewhere outside the tarp. His best shot was to try to... make a run for it. He wasn't even totally sure where he was, but he thought he was near a building. Alley in between some stores. He opened up the tarp enough to try to get a glimpse of the outside without letting in too much sunlight. That was a bad idea. He let out a cry of pain as his hair briefly caught on fire, and he shoved the tarp back down and patted it out, panting.

About ten minutes later, he had a semblance of a plan, and decided that he needed to just gather his courage and do it.

And five minutes after that (after crawling somewhat aimlessly across the gravel with a tarp on top of him), he felt the bottom of a door against a wall, got to his feet, found the doorknob as he felt the back of his hair starting to sizzle again as it peeked out from the tarp. Then he tumbled inside, trying to keep the tarp wrapped around him.

[OOC: Someone could wander by the outside and see him, or could be inside wherever he's ended up!]

Date: 2017-08-16 01:24 am (UTC)
london_spy: (wooby mcwoobieton)
From: [personal profile] london_spy
Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when someone came tumbling through the door. After all, the reason this place had once been such a good squat boiled down to the fact that it was such an odd and narrow building that it often went unnoticed. Now it was in the process of being done up as a community centre of sorts, the property bought up by Danny and a few others who he'd met at various support group meetings. Together they intended to make it a safe space for meetings, and perhaps even a hostel for those who needed a place to stay. Though at the moment it was just a recently scrubbed room with half painted walls.

"What the fuck, mate?" Danny gasped, still holding his paintbrush in one hand, but reaching for his pocket knife with the other, just in case.


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