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sixthiterationlogs2016-09-13 03:47 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-09-13 03:47 pm
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It's The End Of The World
WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: House #8
WHEN: Backdated to September 10th
OPEN TO: Kol Mikaelson, Jo Harvelle.
WARNINGS: Cursing, minor injury, will warn for more.
STATUS: Ongoing
Thorfinn had spent his morning bathing far upstream so no one would find him, with Jo's tracking of days he assumed it to be Saturday, so every seven days he goes and baths extra well on that seventh day. His hair was still drying as he sat shirtless at the table working with one of the smaller pelts that he knew would not be useful in his eventual cloak. He was skinning the fur off of it so it could be worked into raw hide for more uses later.
Then the shaking started things started to fall and shake hard around the kitchen his knife stabbed into the table as he rushed over to the large cabinet, throwing his back against it to keep the large piece of furniture that held the dishes from falling over and shattering everything. He could hear glass breaking inside as the pans and other things shook out of the other cabinets, the others were on the walls.
His heart was pounding, for once in a very long time he felt fear course through himself. Fight or flight instincts kicking in but he didn't have it in him to flee, no. He and Jo already lost enough he had to keep the cabinet standing up though the harder the shaking got, the harder standing up became. When he was finally knocked off his feet he rolled out of the way as the cabinet shook but didn't topple. A horrible noise came from further inside the house but the shaking was still to firm to get up yet. He was trying to keep from getting hit with any of the larger things that came falling from the counters, he was hit with a few smaller objects, a glass shattering near by when he tried to get out of the way of a pan, taking a chunk of glass to his upper right arm. Eventually the shaking stopped, and he was able to push himself to sit up, holding his heart as he looked at the mess around him. As he sat there he finally realize he was bleeding, more than that a chunk of glass was sticking out of his arm. Reaching back he yanked it free, a sharp noise came from him, things always hurt worse coming out.
He sat in the middle of the mess that filled Kol's kitchen holding pressure on his arm. In the rush of the moment he forgot Kol was home.
WHERE: House #8
WHEN: Backdated to September 10th
OPEN TO: Kol Mikaelson, Jo Harvelle.
WARNINGS: Cursing, minor injury, will warn for more.
STATUS: Ongoing
Thorfinn had spent his morning bathing far upstream so no one would find him, with Jo's tracking of days he assumed it to be Saturday, so every seven days he goes and baths extra well on that seventh day. His hair was still drying as he sat shirtless at the table working with one of the smaller pelts that he knew would not be useful in his eventual cloak. He was skinning the fur off of it so it could be worked into raw hide for more uses later.
Then the shaking started things started to fall and shake hard around the kitchen his knife stabbed into the table as he rushed over to the large cabinet, throwing his back against it to keep the large piece of furniture that held the dishes from falling over and shattering everything. He could hear glass breaking inside as the pans and other things shook out of the other cabinets, the others were on the walls.
His heart was pounding, for once in a very long time he felt fear course through himself. Fight or flight instincts kicking in but he didn't have it in him to flee, no. He and Jo already lost enough he had to keep the cabinet standing up though the harder the shaking got, the harder standing up became. When he was finally knocked off his feet he rolled out of the way as the cabinet shook but didn't topple. A horrible noise came from further inside the house but the shaking was still to firm to get up yet. He was trying to keep from getting hit with any of the larger things that came falling from the counters, he was hit with a few smaller objects, a glass shattering near by when he tried to get out of the way of a pan, taking a chunk of glass to his upper right arm. Eventually the shaking stopped, and he was able to push himself to sit up, holding his heart as he looked at the mess around him. As he sat there he finally realize he was bleeding, more than that a chunk of glass was sticking out of his arm. Reaching back he yanked it free, a sharp noise came from him, things always hurt worse coming out.
He sat in the middle of the mess that filled Kol's kitchen holding pressure on his arm. In the rush of the moment he forgot Kol was home.