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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.
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Giving a sigh, the meerkat collapsed, laying on the tusked mammals back. His elbows fell onto the top of Pumbaa's black mane as his chin fell onto his fists. For the most part, only his upper half could be seen from the front as he gave out a sigh and looked around at the brightly painted walls.
"This is just like you, Pumbaa. I've told you over a hundred times before we go anywhere to eat somethin' first. I also told you that log was to heavy to flip, but do you listen to me? Oh no. And do you remember what happened? Your tusk got stuck in it. Then we both had to sit there until Simba came."
The redhead rubbed his temples, giving up on the point he was trying to get at as he tunned back in to what Ivan had to say. Unfortunately, it didn't prove to improve his mood any greater though. He could only shake his head and wave a paw at the blonde. The way Ivan had put it, Timon assumed he was referring to drawing a picture. "You ain't an artist, we get it."