awfulcer: (Angry - Annoyed)
Jason Dixon ([personal profile] awfulcer) wrote in [community profile] wilderlogs 2018-05-13 03:23 pm (UTC)

[Well, at least they agree on one thing. Dixon's straight-up livid he doesn't have a gun, which would even the playing field right quick here and in plenty of other places on this whole godforsaken trip.

He's pretty livid about other things too, ranking high on that list the fact that he just saved Harper's life and is immediately getting a faceful of insults. Should have left the little punk screaming, he thinks viciously, then feels guilty again, anger at Harper and anger at himself in a rapidly-cycling ouroboros in his heart.

When Harper yanks him, he gets to his feet and immediately goes back down again to his knees, grinding his teeth at the pain from the stab wound, head spinning. And then gets up again, because if there's one thing he has in spades it's a willingness to take physical pain, to face it and welcome it where he needs to. Compared to any other kind of pain it's a straight cakewalk. He scrambles with Harper behind the ruins.
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Don't talk so much. [Dixon doesn't to add "I can't follow it right now" in front of a guy who just called him a moron, but it's probably pretty obvious to Harper that that's what's going on, all of Dixon's mental energy siphoned off to try and figure out how to get out of here and how not to just pass out.]

What's your friend look like? Because if anyone's gonna find him, it's not you, screaming and pissing yourself out here like a little bitch... [The second part's a near-inaudible mumble, cloaked in Dixon's inebriation and barest hint of civility.] The other folks here got powers and skills. We get to the woods and we'll ask them to find him, you ain't gonna get shit done out here on your own.

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