NOVEMBER 13, 2013 â–ª PFS FIELD HOSPITAL â–ª 11:45 PM
Mud's awake, and regrettably clearheaded for the situation. It's not just that his leg fucking KILLS RIGHT NOW, he can handle that. It's a little more the ability to remember how much his dad hated him and then every regrettable thing that has happened in his life between then and now.
Throwing a look around the makeshift hospital, he spies at least one unsupervised bottle of something that could be either alcoholic or poisonous. Like it matters. It'll accomplish the same goal. He hefts his good leg over the side of his cot and hits the Belgian malinois laying under his bed. She growls, he growls back, she snaps at him until he returns his leg to the bed. Whatever. By the time they're done, the unsupervised poison is gone.
"Ya happy? Now look whatcha did," he sneers at Petra, who is now ignoring him, nose tucked under her tail. "The fuck you expect me to survive shit like this?"
SCENES: TUESDAY & BEYOND: Mud & Court
Mud's awake, and regrettably clearheaded for the situation. It's not just that his leg fucking KILLS RIGHT NOW, he can handle that. It's a little more the ability to remember how much his dad hated him and then every regrettable thing that has happened in his life between then and now.
Throwing a look around the makeshift hospital, he spies at least one unsupervised bottle of something that could be either alcoholic or poisonous. Like it matters. It'll accomplish the same goal. He hefts his good leg over the side of his cot and hits the Belgian malinois laying under his bed. She growls, he growls back, she snaps at him until he returns his leg to the bed. Whatever. By the time they're done, the unsupervised poison is gone.
"Ya happy? Now look whatcha did," he sneers at Petra, who is now ignoring him, nose tucked under her tail. "The fuck you expect me to survive shit like this?"