[The first thing that comes to Lykke's awareness is the bright and blinding light. It feels like it's been ages since he saw daylight the last time so the sun feels almost burning and brutal against his bare eyes. The hard pull of steel around his wrists is the second thing that he notices as he tries to lift up his hands over his eyes. They don't reach far, thanks to the handcuffs and chain around them. Lykke lowers his head and looks down at the feet, seeing a shining metal around his ankles as well, right on top of bright orange fabric.]
Well, fucking shit.
[He breathes out the curse. Guess that his 'saviors' didn't have common sense enough to remove him from the chains. Or at least give him jacket or something to cover up his prison jumpsuit.
With small steps, that looks more like waddling rather than walking, he moves around his surroundings, trying to make sense of where he is. Definitely not at the camps, that's for sure. But that's just when he hears weird noise coming from somewhere near him. Against his better judgement Lykke turns around and makes his way towards the noise, both glad yet nervous about possibility of finding life.
Well, and of course it turns out that he was right to be nervous and fear as what he discovers is nothing less but a creature straight from deepest nightmare shit.]
Shit!! [He shouts this time and flinches, nearly tripping on his feet. And it's a real luck that he doesn't because that certainly would have been the end of him. Face twisted by a grimace of disgust he tries to get away from the.. thing!]
Nonononono. [He mumbles nervously as he waddles as quickly as he can. The freaking flesh tentacle monster is coming after him and he feels both like crying and peeing himself from fear. There's no way he can get away fast enough, not with his feet bound like this.] God no, please.
[Quickly he picks up a stick from the ground and starts to wave it at the monster, hoping that there'd be chance it would scare the freak away.]
Lykke | OC
[The first thing that comes to Lykke's awareness is the bright and blinding light. It feels like it's been ages since he saw daylight the last time so the sun feels almost burning and brutal against his bare eyes. The hard pull of steel around his wrists is the second thing that he notices as he tries to lift up his hands over his eyes. They don't reach far, thanks to the handcuffs and chain around them. Lykke lowers his head and looks down at the feet, seeing a shining metal around his ankles as well, right on top of bright orange fabric.]
Well, fucking shit.
[He breathes out the curse. Guess that his 'saviors' didn't have common sense enough to remove him from the chains. Or at least give him jacket or something to cover up his prison jumpsuit.
With small steps, that looks more like waddling rather than walking, he moves around his surroundings, trying to make sense of where he is. Definitely not at the camps, that's for sure. But that's just when he hears weird noise coming from somewhere near him. Against his better judgement Lykke turns around and makes his way towards the noise, both glad yet nervous about possibility of finding life.
Well, and of course it turns out that he was right to be nervous and fear as what he discovers is nothing less but a creature straight from deepest nightmare shit.]
Shit!! [He shouts this time and flinches, nearly tripping on his feet. And it's a real luck that he doesn't because that certainly would have been the end of him. Face twisted by a grimace of disgust he tries to get away from the.. thing!]
Nonononono. [He mumbles nervously as he waddles as quickly as he can. The freaking flesh tentacle monster is coming after him and he feels both like crying and peeing himself from fear. There's no way he can get away fast enough, not with his feet bound like this.] God no, please.
[Quickly he picks up a stick from the ground and starts to wave it at the monster, hoping that there'd be chance it would scare the freak away.]
Hey!! Help! Anyone, c'mon!