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kore_logs2013-01-26 08:30 pm
goodluckkobra) wrote in kore_logs2013-01-26 08:30 pm
Entry tags:
Never Mind About the Shape I'm In
Who: Kobra Kid and Wallie Smith
Where: Starting around the cemetery
When: Day 35
What: Kobra attacks Korse, who is actually Wallie and not Grant Morrison LARPing in the desert at all!
Warnings: Violence, discussion of rage-related memory problems
Kobra had mostly spent the last day or so holed up in the church, playing with knives and... waiting. They were coming. It was only a matter of time and he would be ready for them.
Earlier... earlier some fucking drac had been yelling for him and the others over the network. Everyone knew they were looking for the Killjoys now. It was only a matter of time before someone turned on them. He just hoped it wouldn't be someone he cared about. If Lydia or Dan or Kenzi ratted him out, it would just hurt too damn much.
That was when he spotted him through the tiny window. Korse, that motherfucking shit-sack!
He was fuckin' ready.
He grabbed his sharpest knife and slipped out the door, throwing his weight at the man, knife flying at his face with a primal scream
Where: Starting around the cemetery
When: Day 35
What: Kobra attacks Korse, who is actually Wallie and not Grant Morrison LARPing in the desert at all!
Warnings: Violence, discussion of rage-related memory problems
Kobra had mostly spent the last day or so holed up in the church, playing with knives and... waiting. They were coming. It was only a matter of time and he would be ready for them.
Earlier... earlier some fucking drac had been yelling for him and the others over the network. Everyone knew they were looking for the Killjoys now. It was only a matter of time before someone turned on them. He just hoped it wouldn't be someone he cared about. If Lydia or Dan or Kenzi ratted him out, it would just hurt too damn much.
That was when he spotted him through the tiny window. Korse, that motherfucking shit-sack!
He was fuckin' ready.
He grabbed his sharpest knife and slipped out the door, throwing his weight at the man, knife flying at his face with a primal scream