09-02-2014, 10:33 AM
<small>[[continued from In the heat of the...//tunnel]]</small>
Ivan sat down on his couch to put on his black thick soled boots. His leg still ached from the night before. He shook his head at the memory of that thing. The pants were ruined- claws from a big bear monster or whatever tended to have that effect on them- and he'd thrown them away. But he woulda done so anyway, what with all that funky juiciness from the things head that had dripped all over them. And the smell...He wasn't sure he'd have wanted to wear them again anyway.
He laughed to himself. The doctors at the hospital had wanted to know what kind of animal had done that so he'd made an excuse. No sense in broadcasting to the world about what was living underground. But the cute nurse cleaned him up pretty well, though the stuff she used to disinfect them or whatever was probably sitting around from an old Soviet experiment from a hundred years ago. He'd groaned through gritted teeth. "Damn it, woman! Did I stand you up on a date or something? Jeeze get a saw or something and just cut it off!"
She'd rolled her eyes at him, laughing. Hey, she was a cutey. He laughed too. When she was done the pain subsided. The gashes weren't deep and only took a few stitches.
Fucking monsters. In a few days he'd be down there again to meet Xena and go hunting. He chuckled at the thought of her. She was a touchy one. He wondered if she'd wear those snake-contacts again. Probably, what with all the cray-cray. But she seemed tough anyway and she knew the tunnels. Still, he'd think of something to tease her about. She needed to be taken down a peg or three. Not that he'd say that to her, of course. He shook his head. People didn't appreciate how well he did at not saying the things that popped into his head. Impulsive. Never!
When he was done, he stood up and put his wallet and keys in his pocket. He just had on a pair of blue jeans, the black boots, and a casual white button down. He got his jacket- a black button up long sleeve with a bunch of pockets and those purely decorative straps at the shoulder that served absolutely no purpose whatsoever except that they looked pretty damn cool- and headed out the door, leg only slightly twinging at walking.
He was looking forward to seeing Zoya today.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Sep 7 2014, 09:36 AM.
Ivan sat down on his couch to put on his black thick soled boots. His leg still ached from the night before. He shook his head at the memory of that thing. The pants were ruined- claws from a big bear monster or whatever tended to have that effect on them- and he'd thrown them away. But he woulda done so anyway, what with all that funky juiciness from the things head that had dripped all over them. And the smell...He wasn't sure he'd have wanted to wear them again anyway.
He laughed to himself. The doctors at the hospital had wanted to know what kind of animal had done that so he'd made an excuse. No sense in broadcasting to the world about what was living underground. But the cute nurse cleaned him up pretty well, though the stuff she used to disinfect them or whatever was probably sitting around from an old Soviet experiment from a hundred years ago. He'd groaned through gritted teeth. "Damn it, woman! Did I stand you up on a date or something? Jeeze get a saw or something and just cut it off!"
She'd rolled her eyes at him, laughing. Hey, she was a cutey. He laughed too. When she was done the pain subsided. The gashes weren't deep and only took a few stitches.
Fucking monsters. In a few days he'd be down there again to meet Xena and go hunting. He chuckled at the thought of her. She was a touchy one. He wondered if she'd wear those snake-contacts again. Probably, what with all the cray-cray. But she seemed tough anyway and she knew the tunnels. Still, he'd think of something to tease her about. She needed to be taken down a peg or three. Not that he'd say that to her, of course. He shook his head. People didn't appreciate how well he did at not saying the things that popped into his head. Impulsive. Never!
When he was done, he stood up and put his wallet and keys in his pocket. He just had on a pair of blue jeans, the black boots, and a casual white button down. He got his jacket- a black button up long sleeve with a bunch of pockets and those purely decorative straps at the shoulder that served absolutely no purpose whatsoever except that they looked pretty damn cool- and headed out the door, leg only slightly twinging at walking.
He was looking forward to seeing Zoya today.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Sep 7 2014, 09:36 AM.