James Tiberius Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
universal_charm) wrote2012-11-15 03:43 pm
universal_charm) wrote2012-11-15 03:43 pm
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World 03 - Returning to Normal Space [ Action / Audio ]
[ Okay, this sucked. This really, really sucked. To be quite honest he wasn't very sure how long he had been locked up and poked and prodded, but it was long enough and he had never been quite so happy for fresh air and trees. He just hated that he was jumping at every little crack and tweet. He hadn't been this twitchy since... well, he couldn't remember. Maybe his first big storm, but what did it matter? He was twitchy, but wouldn't you be after being held captive for so long?
And he was seriously out of shape if this jaunt through the wood was making him pant and sweat. He gulped, aching everywhere, and pretty sure that his already bruised up body would not thank him for this later. In fact, it was not thanking him now. It was violently protesting, and he finally gave him and found a place to ease himself down and sit.
He thought it must have been some sort of cruel mercy that his captors had given him back his journal-thing when he woke up inside the forest of his original birdcage. He glared at it for a minute as he tried to remember how to turn it on, and finally got it going, so a little image of him appeared to whoever was listen. ]
So, contrary to what I assume is popular belief, I'm not dead. But, uh, could use some help making it all the way home, you know? I'm sitting in the woods, hugging a tree, so come and find me. I don't plan on moving any time soon.
[ He doesn't think he looks to bad to others, at least. He has a few bruises around his jaw and nose, but otherwise does not seem overly harmed. Though the bruises are a lovely shade of blue and green at this point. ]
[ooc: Yup, he's back from kidnapping!! With a little side-effect: his flirt skills are going to be seriously cramped for a bit, since anytime he sees a girl, he'll get physically ill. Don't take it personally ladies.]
And he was seriously out of shape if this jaunt through the wood was making him pant and sweat. He gulped, aching everywhere, and pretty sure that his already bruised up body would not thank him for this later. In fact, it was not thanking him now. It was violently protesting, and he finally gave him and found a place to ease himself down and sit.
He thought it must have been some sort of cruel mercy that his captors had given him back his journal-thing when he woke up inside the forest of his original birdcage. He glared at it for a minute as he tried to remember how to turn it on, and finally got it going, so a little image of him appeared to whoever was listen. ]
So, contrary to what I assume is popular belief, I'm not dead. But, uh, could use some help making it all the way home, you know? I'm sitting in the woods, hugging a tree, so come and find me. I don't plan on moving any time soon.
[ He doesn't think he looks to bad to others, at least. He has a few bruises around his jaw and nose, but otherwise does not seem overly harmed. Though the bruises are a lovely shade of blue and green at this point. ]
[ooc: Yup, he's back from kidnapping!! With a little side-effect: his flirt skills are going to be seriously cramped for a bit, since anytime he sees a girl, he'll get physically ill. Don't take it personally ladies.]
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The pants should fit- though I am not certain of the shirt. You are a bit broader than I, my friend.
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[He pauses and then gives him a little smirk.]
You picked a smaller one on purpose, I bet.
[action] Warning: Sexy type talking
xD
[He waved a wet hand idly at him, sinking a bit lower in the cooling water.]
better safe than sorry, bro.
Mmm. I accept it with great pleasure.
Re: better safe than sorry, bro.
All right, time to dry off. I changed my mind about being a prune.
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Oh? How fortunate.
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[He stood and wrapped the towel around his waist, gingerly stepping out. He was still bruised up, but he felt better at least, which was something.]
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[Zev extends an arm once Kirk is standing and nods to the opposite room. A guest bedroom- though he rarely has guests.]
Come. I've set the heat in there already- you may dress and eat and rest in comfort.
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[He smiled though, glad to have a good friend like Zev at the ready in such situations. He hurried to the comfort of the warm bedroom, taking the soft clothing and working himself into it, covering up his myriad of bruises that marred his skin.]
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[He flashes a quick cut of a smile as he gathers Kirk's dirty laundry. He sets it in a mostly empty hamper- having been away for awhile he hasn't added anything of his own to the pile for a few days.]
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