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paixaorpg2007-05-09 07:55 pm
warthogrhapsody.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2007-05-09 07:55 pm
So, What Happened? [Complete]
Characters: Timon & Pumbaa and Etna (and then going to find Ivan?)
Content: Timon and Pumbaa, frightened from Kovu vanishing and explosions from outside, go to escape, but discover the destruction outside.
Setting: Havasu Medical Center
Time: Late Evening/Night?
Warnings: None right now.
The great race to freedom from the scary medical center was slowed down as Pumbaa and Timon, the later of the two being perched on the first's head, reached the main lobby. It was a mess. Humans running about everywhere in panic and shattered glass of the doorway lay spewn across the floor.
Dodging around humans Pumbaa skillfully managed to make it outside, but that seemed to be where the explosions they'd heard had taken place.
The ground was scorched and cobblestones torn from the ground in two places, in a circular pattern. The first of the circles of damage was close to the door and smaller than a much larger one further out that seemed to have created even greater destruction. The only other clues to what had happened here was a large sword wedged into the ground, an abandoned journal and a smear of blood on the stones.
The warthog slowed to a stop, his mouth agape at the damage. He'd never seen anything quite like it. The fire at Pride Rock had been the most destructive thing he'd ever seen, but even that hadn't caused the ground to look like that.
"W-what do you think happened, Timon?" the warthog questioned his meerkat buddy as he pulled his eyes from the scene to look upwards at his buddy.
Content: Timon and Pumbaa, frightened from Kovu vanishing and explosions from outside, go to escape, but discover the destruction outside.
Setting: Havasu Medical Center
Time: Late Evening/Night?
Warnings: None right now.
The great race to freedom from the scary medical center was slowed down as Pumbaa and Timon, the later of the two being perched on the first's head, reached the main lobby. It was a mess. Humans running about everywhere in panic and shattered glass of the doorway lay spewn across the floor.
Dodging around humans Pumbaa skillfully managed to make it outside, but that seemed to be where the explosions they'd heard had taken place.
The ground was scorched and cobblestones torn from the ground in two places, in a circular pattern. The first of the circles of damage was close to the door and smaller than a much larger one further out that seemed to have created even greater destruction. The only other clues to what had happened here was a large sword wedged into the ground, an abandoned journal and a smear of blood on the stones.
The warthog slowed to a stop, his mouth agape at the damage. He'd never seen anything quite like it. The fire at Pride Rock had been the most destructive thing he'd ever seen, but even that hadn't caused the ground to look like that.
"W-what do you think happened, Timon?" the warthog questioned his meerkat buddy as he pulled his eyes from the scene to look upwards at his buddy.
no subject
However after some asking around, they managed to detirmine that the boy who had witnessed what happened had been brought inside, injured. With some persuading the room number was learned and they soon were at the door to where Ivan had supposedly been brought.
Pumbaa mostly just followed along through all this, as the warthog felt rather out of the loop on everything, but he didn't really mind a whole lot. He could just go with the flow, and he'd soon wrap his mind around what just was going on.
He hoped.
So as the door was opened, and the three looked in, Pumbaa cleared his throat, "Ahhh, pardon us but.. uh..." he petered off glancing to Etna and Timon, assuming either would quickly jump in and ask the questions they wanted. Just neither seemed really the type for manners, so at least he'd accomplished that much.
((There. Hope that's okay /o/ I wrote this up quick before I'm about to head off to Kingston with dad... so if it isn't brilliant I apologise. XD))