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27 February 2007 @ 10:23 pm
Lets Make Turtle Tracks!  
Who: Mike and Tobi... feel free to jump in!
What: Ready to explore the rest of the station.
When: Day One. Nearly sunset around 5 o'clock. Earth time. 


It has now been nearly half a day since their arrival, and so far they had survived those past twelve hours. 

Uninjured, but getting prepared for whatever may cross their path, they are ready to embark on a journy towards the currently unknown sections of the spacestation. Wheather or not they would meet into others, or come across more of the strange, invisible monsters is yet unknown. 

Much had been assumed and found, but nothing had yet been solidly confirmed. The only way to confirm the information they had managed to collect and gather, would only be if they were to locate any of the original spaceship's surviving crew. So far, only a few had been found, dead. 

The living are unaccounted for, due to the inability to find any clue of their existance. 

But the pair had found one thing to give them hope, the chance that there are at least two more survivors on this seemingly lifeless and abandoned station. Will they come across those two new arrivals, or will something prevent them from their meeting?  

Only time will tell if they would become friends or foes.

Current Location: Space Station
Current Mood: determineddetermined
nexus_champion on February 28th, 2007 05:45 pm (UTC)
His heart was wildly beating in his chest as he zoomed across the lobby. He had to recochet off the walls to dash past the twists and turnes without having to stop. The monster prooved faster than expected, it nearly snapped it's jaws on his widdle tail! He squeaked and ran faster when it almost did, but giving it enough time to catch up, though.

Past the bedroom lounge, across the corridor, and through the dinning lobby he knocked a chair off to the floor, but the monster jumped over it, resaulting a really heavy 'THUMP!' when it landed. Mike kept a mental note that though these things were fast, but were also heavier than they look.

He finally reaches the elevator lounge and skids to a halt, nearly tripping off the corpse that still lay in a crumbled heap on the floor. He quickly leaps into the empty shaft and again, like a bullet, recochets off the wall like a frog leaping upwards, using his speed and momentum to jump and grasp the cable with one hand.

But sadly for his luck, the cable had a sharp edge and bit into his palm, but it came as a dull ache soon lost to the beast, unknowingly, jumping in after him, snarling and hussing, if not cursing him for the lump on it's skull. Due to the darkness, the beast didn't notice the lack of floor, and fell into the bottomless hole with a surprised, loud, ear popping screech.

He watched, panting breathlessly, as the figure took shape and a loud crunchy 'Thwack!' echoed, before a pained and gurgled series of screeches, sqeaks and- grouse squishy noises followed. It sounded like those larva things when you pop them, they make icky squishy sounds, it put images in his head, and he found them very disgusting.

He sighed softly, figuring it was over, but then blinked and felt a tinge of pain in his hands. Looking up, he stared at the top of the shaft, his hand was slightly bleeding, but nothing bad, just stings.

What really took his attantion was the light coming from above. Somewhere around the highest top floor, something shadowy suddenly vanished and the elevator doors closed. The shaft was dark and empty again.

Mike blinked... there was someone up there...