#c:irma

[professordanielallen]

This job will be the death of me ;; Daniel & Irma

Hunkered down on his cot after a long day of outdoor-ish festivities and babysitting the supernatural twenty-somethings, Danny was dozing on top of his unrolled sleeping bag. He had almost drifted off into unconsciousness when the first roll of thunder echoed across the campsite. Then another. And another yet. "...The fuck?" Danny grumbled. This wasn't the weather they were told to plan for. He moved to get up when a blinding light and deafening crack split through the air.

Suddenly he was on the ground and—oh good fucking God, where did that headache come from? And why was the tent spinning? Sure, he'd been drinking, but he knew his limits, and he hadn't had nearly enough to get him this fucked up. That's when he noticed it—the fucking dead weight pinning him to the ground.

"Oh," Danny's eyes grew wide in disbelief as he registered the large oak tree on top of him, and the sharp protruding branch now embedded firmly in his abdomen. "I've been impaled."

[senzxamore-blog]

She's definitely lost, but she knows that this is the bad part of town...the scenery pretty much gave it away. At least it wasn't dark, the complete opposite actually, it was early in the morning and the sun had just come up. Her initial idea was to transition into the new city by exploring the area early in the morning, and go places for the rest of the day, but her plan really did backfire. No buses or cabs ran in the morning, and she walked...new in the city, meant no connections and no car. Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, she attempted to walk on, head down as to not look anywhere or at anyone so that she didn't get into any kind of trouble.

It only served to make things worse that the streets were so expanse and wound up around each other. It was like a labyrinth. Fortunately, and not before almost bumping into a pole Irma, found a small shop on the corner, those that looked like they were owned by old ladies, who didn't have a mean bone in their bodies. "Oh thank god." She told herself as she shifted her course, and moved towards the welcoming shop. All she had to do was ask for directions and then she would go back home and lock herself in her nice empty apartment. 

[senzxamore-blog]

"Freeze, kiddo." You're unorthodox, be normal and say cheese.