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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 06:16 pm (UTC)
He nodded once, catching his breath, and then slowly swings his legs a bit towards the opening. He complemented climbing the cord up to the upper floor, but the thing looked rusty, and he didn't want to take the chance of it snapping with his massive weight. His shell might be hard, but a fall this distance high would surly kill him, even if the beast below would soften the fall, if only barely.

Careful, he lets go of the cord and managed to land on the edge of the shaft. Wobbling a bit, he quickly swings his hands forward and they land on Tobi's shoulders. His injured hand stings like shell, but it's bareable. Stepping away from the shaft he glances down, but cant see the monster.

"Well, that's one down.. god knows much much to go." he murmured. and then withdrew his hand, and stared at the cut across his palm. He croweld, some loose wires must've sliced right across his hand, the red essense was dribbling down his wrist now. With a hiss, he gripped his wrist and squeezed gently, preventing the flow of blood to lessen the bleeding, "I think we can make use of those rolls right now." he offered her a weak smile.

He glanced at the body, still laid on the floor. He couldn't help but notice that they sort of looked human, and yet there was just something- different about them. The front teeth, upper jaw looked more pronounced, like that of a horse, and the skull looked a bit more egg-shaped on the back of the head.

Well, Raph always did joke at Don and call him an egghead. The thought braught a tiny quirked smile, but nothing else.

The neck, shoulders and legs looked pretty human, though the fingers looked a little leangther than normal. The rest of the skeleton was covered in the tattered clothes, and he had no desire to touch them.