The Ripple Effect
Characters; Solid Snake, Ocelot
Setting/Location; Verity's base, south of the soldiers' cabins.
Date & Time; Arrival day; night.
Warnings; Language, possible violence, implications of *~spooky activity~*, Snake in a wet skin-tight sneaking suit.
Briefing; Not taking too kindly to being forcibly drafted, Snake strikes out on his own and attempts to leave Verity's camp after curfew.
It was raining -- a gentle drizzle that came with no warning and was as quiet as the wind that caused the trails of his bandanna to flutter behind him like limp, frayed little flags. While their esteemed(abductor dictator tyrant) leader had deemed it prudent to supply the rush of new inductees with fresh BDUs, Snake found it in himself immensely grateful that the man, true to first impressions, didn't appear to have a shred of commonsense in that empty head of his. Most leaders would give their subordinates orders to strip a prisoner of their belongings, especially the ones that weren't at all willing to play nice with the other boys and girls.
Those were the ones you had to watch out for. The ones that had a potential to cause trouble.
The ones you really ought to have confiscated weapons and ammunition and certain skin tight poly-thermal garments from.
Their loss, my gain.
If he had been wearing his issued uniform instead of the sneaking suit, there was no doubt in Snake's mind that he would be feeling a far different sort of coldness right now, one that would spread down his spine and to his very core. Thankfully, neither cold nor rain clung to him save for the distinct dampness from the latter that rolled down his neck and caused strands of hair to stick to the wet flesh. Wiping away a few drips that had found their way to the bridge of his nose, he continued his silent but speedy trek through the wet foliage that made up a good chunk of Verity's base, pausing only to stop and listen for the seemingly repetitive sound of shifting gravel. With the leaves rustling following every periodic rain-filled breeze, it sounded a great deal like footsteps on one of the many beaten forest paths around him.
Sounded a very great deal like footsteps and, with every whistle of wind, it really took a lot for him to chalk it up as a reflex to the growing stress that had been festering in him all day rather than a feeling that he was being watched by sly, unseen eyes.
("curfew begins at 9pm when all soldiers and officers alike are greatly advised to return to their cabins--")
Little too late for that, right? Though that would explain the lack of resistance or contact from fellow soldiers--
("--supernatural activity and routine hauntings around the woods and east block--")
--though that wasn't entirely true, was it? If there wasn't some sort of presence here, if he wasn't so sure that he wasn't alone, there wouldn't be any need to stop. He was not overly paranoid or willing to put stock into campfire stories. There was no denying that there was more going on in the world than they could ever begin to imagine or comprehend, but this? This was a scare tactic used to enforce a curfew. "Stay inside and keep quiet and the ghosts won't hear you." Yeah, right.
And to his knowledge, he was on the other side of the base; nowhere near the east block. Who knew what they were hiding here, but at this point, he couldn't care less. Nothing was more important than leaving and there was no better time than now to do so.
Who was afraid of a little rain?
Setting/Location; Verity's base, south of the soldiers' cabins.
Date & Time; Arrival day; night.
Warnings; Language, possible violence, implications of *~spooky activity~*, Snake in a wet skin-tight sneaking suit.
Briefing; Not taking too kindly to being forcibly drafted, Snake strikes out on his own and attempts to leave Verity's camp after curfew.
It was raining -- a gentle drizzle that came with no warning and was as quiet as the wind that caused the trails of his bandanna to flutter behind him like limp, frayed little flags. While their esteemed
Those were the ones you had to watch out for. The ones that had a potential to cause trouble.
The ones you really ought to have confiscated weapons and ammunition and certain skin tight poly-thermal garments from.
Their loss, my gain.
If he had been wearing his issued uniform instead of the sneaking suit, there was no doubt in Snake's mind that he would be feeling a far different sort of coldness right now, one that would spread down his spine and to his very core. Thankfully, neither cold nor rain clung to him save for the distinct dampness from the latter that rolled down his neck and caused strands of hair to stick to the wet flesh. Wiping away a few drips that had found their way to the bridge of his nose, he continued his silent but speedy trek through the wet foliage that made up a good chunk of Verity's base, pausing only to stop and listen for the seemingly repetitive sound of shifting gravel. With the leaves rustling following every periodic rain-filled breeze, it sounded a great deal like footsteps on one of the many beaten forest paths around him.
Sounded a very great deal like footsteps and, with every whistle of wind, it really took a lot for him to chalk it up as a reflex to the growing stress that had been festering in him all day rather than a feeling that he was being watched by sly, unseen eyes.
("curfew begins at 9pm when all soldiers and officers alike are greatly advised to return to their cabins--")
Little too late for that, right? Though that would explain the lack of resistance or contact from fellow soldiers--
("--supernatural activity and routine hauntings around the woods and east block--")
--though that wasn't entirely true, was it? If there wasn't some sort of presence here, if he wasn't so sure that he wasn't alone, there wouldn't be any need to stop. He was not overly paranoid or willing to put stock into campfire stories. There was no denying that there was more going on in the world than they could ever begin to imagine or comprehend, but this? This was a scare tactic used to enforce a curfew. "Stay inside and keep quiet and the ghosts won't hear you." Yeah, right.
And to his knowledge, he was on the other side of the base; nowhere near the east block. Who knew what they were hiding here, but at this point, he couldn't care less. Nothing was more important than leaving and there was no better time than now to do so.
Who was afraid of a little rain?