08-02-2018, 11:46 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]Paper wasn't entirely sure what had led him to Cleo's abode. Perhaps a sense of curiosity, to try and scope out all of his crewmates' homes; perhaps a sense that something was about to go horribly wrong; perhaps even the smell of fear that seemed to emanate from the dwelling. Maybe it was even just by chance.
Either way, he couldn't have been prepared for what he saw as he glanced through the doorway.
A boa constrictor, dead by a snakebite- grimly amusing, he might have thought on any other day- curled on the floor in a bizarre spiral. In the center of that spiral, Cleo, twitching and breathing irregularly, with bruises clear as day on her neck. Next to her, a black mamba, watching her closely as if waiting for her to awaken.
Still, she was breathing. There was no need to panic yet. Clearing his throat softly, so as not to startle the mamba by Cleo's side- he felt no desire to die and give up his body unless absolutely necessary- Paper whispered, "I'll go get the medics. Stay here." With that, he stepped out of the dwelling, then bolted for the Jungle Temple, calling, "Rosemary? Solveig? Cleo needs help!"
Either way, he couldn't have been prepared for what he saw as he glanced through the doorway.
A boa constrictor, dead by a snakebite- grimly amusing, he might have thought on any other day- curled on the floor in a bizarre spiral. In the center of that spiral, Cleo, twitching and breathing irregularly, with bruises clear as day on her neck. Next to her, a black mamba, watching her closely as if waiting for her to awaken.
Still, she was breathing. There was no need to panic yet. Clearing his throat softly, so as not to startle the mamba by Cleo's side- he felt no desire to die and give up his body unless absolutely necessary- Paper whispered, "I'll go get the medics. Stay here." With that, he stepped out of the dwelling, then bolted for the Jungle Temple, calling, "Rosemary? Solveig? Cleo needs help!"
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo