Post by Felonious Gru on Jul 31, 2013 11:06:26 GMT
((Open for everybody 
Kinda introducing Gru in the new areas Note: He woke up injured, but nobody knows why! ))
(ADMIN EDIT: You need a date! So I'll just put the 2nd Jan.)
Jungle...
Wherever he looked at, everything was surrounded by this thick and inscrutable jungle.
His side was bleeding...
When Gru woke up, he felt his head heavy and aching, his brain dashed against the inner side of his skull, while his sight was blurred and everything around him was spinning. He breathed, that means he was alive - though he felt like he went through Hell and was spat out by the pits of darkness.
When he attempted to sit up, the sudden sharp pain forced him to lean against a rock to overcome the agony. His right side, from the chest to the hip, was bleeding, his sweater, his coat, his pants--
everything was covered in blood. Even trying to stop the bleeding didn't help. But what should he do? He couldn't just stay there in the darkness, bleeding and waiting until death would hold out his hand to snatch the last spark of life out of him. No, what a dreadful death that would be!!
But dreadful was just a word! A word a former Villain and the rescuer of the world could not accept! Never!
It took him all his strength to got up on his feet, the pain was unbearable. He felt the blood dripping through his fingers and dyeing the ground underneath him. If he wouldn't be busy with clenching his teeth or if he wouldn't have learned to reduce his swearing - he would have swore like a trooper.
Before he even could realize it, he was moving, he was walking like someone was pushing him slightly. Blindly, he ran through the darkness, grabbing everything, every trunk of a tree, every rock and every stone that was in his way to sustain his heavy body.
Wheezing, he shook his head to stay in consciousness, everything in front of him was spinning, every time he tried to raise his head. Whether it was just the thicket around him that made the place so gloomy -- or the light of life was slowly fading.
Gru paused his disorientated journey as a sudden urge to vomit arouse in him, he choked, covering his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was leaning against a tree or a stone, but that didn't matter -- a stream of blood ran between his fingers on the ground, he coughed and wheezed as he finally collapsed. He couldn't go on...
He couldn't!
But he had to....
Oh, what a dreadful death....!
Kinda introducing Gru in the new areas Note: He woke up injured, but nobody knows why! ))(ADMIN EDIT: You need a date! So I'll just put the 2nd Jan.)
Jungle...
Wherever he looked at, everything was surrounded by this thick and inscrutable jungle.
His side was bleeding...
When Gru woke up, he felt his head heavy and aching, his brain dashed against the inner side of his skull, while his sight was blurred and everything around him was spinning. He breathed, that means he was alive - though he felt like he went through Hell and was spat out by the pits of darkness.
When he attempted to sit up, the sudden sharp pain forced him to lean against a rock to overcome the agony. His right side, from the chest to the hip, was bleeding, his sweater, his coat, his pants--
everything was covered in blood. Even trying to stop the bleeding didn't help. But what should he do? He couldn't just stay there in the darkness, bleeding and waiting until death would hold out his hand to snatch the last spark of life out of him. No, what a dreadful death that would be!!
But dreadful was just a word! A word a former Villain and the rescuer of the world could not accept! Never!
It took him all his strength to got up on his feet, the pain was unbearable. He felt the blood dripping through his fingers and dyeing the ground underneath him. If he wouldn't be busy with clenching his teeth or if he wouldn't have learned to reduce his swearing - he would have swore like a trooper.
Before he even could realize it, he was moving, he was walking like someone was pushing him slightly. Blindly, he ran through the darkness, grabbing everything, every trunk of a tree, every rock and every stone that was in his way to sustain his heavy body.
Wheezing, he shook his head to stay in consciousness, everything in front of him was spinning, every time he tried to raise his head. Whether it was just the thicket around him that made the place so gloomy -- or the light of life was slowly fading.
Gru paused his disorientated journey as a sudden urge to vomit arouse in him, he choked, covering his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was leaning against a tree or a stone, but that didn't matter -- a stream of blood ran between his fingers on the ground, he coughed and wheezed as he finally collapsed. He couldn't go on...
He couldn't!
But he had to....
Oh, what a dreadful death....!
