Thread: puppies and kittens // virginia greene & sixlikesgore.

Numb. Everything was just.. numb. Momentarily, consciousness would flutter back behind 10k's eyelids, and he'd catch a blurry glimpse of a water-logged piece of debris. In those brief moments, all he felt was.. nothing. Not pain, not comfort not even the water he was slowly drifting away in. There was nothing to pull him out of his wobbly state, nothing to solidify his focus or attention - even in those moments of awareness, it was hard to grasp even sounds with the shock of the explosions aftermath ringing in his ears. The waves lapping against his floating savior were even muffled, hazy even. The young man's head was still reeling on the inside, behind those closed eyes, all sorts of scenarios taking place due to the surroundings he was currently plunged within. He felt his body shift as someone took hold of him, useless to fight against the pull as 10k was withdrawn from the water. As he settled on the more sturdy floor of the boat, and the water started to shift around in his body that he'd manged to swallow, his senses began to slowly trickle back in. Sight was the first thing to start to return as he fought to open his eyelids, the sun overhead doing him no favors in the task. Grimacing against the bright sky, hazel orbs fought to regain their focus and seek out the people who'd hauled him out of the water, but without the energy to even raise his hand to use as a sun-block, it was impossible to make out the four figures. With little other option to do, the dark haired sharp-shooter tried to relax and conserve what little energy he had left, allowing his pale eyelids to resume to a close. Flinching from the sudden feel of a warm material pressing against the wound he'd all but forgotten about, 10k tried to keep his mind from floating away, knowing he needed to stay as conscious as possible. But with the sun beating down on him, warming the droplets that still clung to his skin, and a sense of 'rescue' in the midst, a little voice was chanting in the back of his head, telling him everything was going to be okay. He'd just started to get a sense of feeling back in his fingers when his hearing started to slightly kick in, replacing that small bout of relaxation with an instant sign of fret. ..hang in there. We got some good people. Wait. Wasn't that exactly what those men in Military suits just preached to him before they dragged him onto their exploding submarine? Groaning in defiance, 10k attempted to sit up, but even the little pressure that was applied to his lower abdomen, mixed with his fatigue, resulted in his pathetic attempt landing him nothing but a small thump back against the boat's floor. Doc.. he breathed, eyes opening once more in search for a familiar face - weapon - piece of clothing. But he couldn't pick anything out that reminded him of his group. Rob.. erta.. This time, his voice wavered, cracking with the weakness left in his consciousness. A wet cough sounded, a small trickle of water leaving the nineteen year old's lungs, before his body fell limp once more, that final bout of exertion sending him over the edge. Several hours later, 10k's eyes were fluttering back open only, he wasn't greeting with a blinding light this time. Stifling a cough caused him to shift suddenly, something he wasn't entirely prepared for as the pain from his bullet wound came springing up his chest, he tried to keep as silent as he could, not wanting to direct any attention to himself. Wetting his lips, a deep inhale filled the blue orbed man's lungs, closing his eyes in an attempt to better focus on the events that had taken place to wind him up in this situation. The submarine was still fresh, vividly within the back of his mind.. but how he got to - well, where ever he was? There was a boat. And.. a girl, maybe? Someone had applied pressure to the wound.. Four silhouettes, one of them named something with an 'M'.. Mar-something.. Ugh.. An exasperated groan, 10k rose from the mattress he'd been placed on, taking his first chance now to get a good look around the room he'd been placed in. Only, as he rose properly this time, taking his gun-shot into consideration, his blue eyes slowly came to rest on a girl that instantly made him freeze in his tracks. The first notable thing about her was how pale her skin was, mixed with the dynamic of how she wrapped such her skin tone in dark colours blue orbs came to fixate instantly on the black lipstick over her lips. Like a deer, caught in a set of headlights, he was frozen there for a moment, so shocked in the sudden sight of a stranger that his mind was well off from realizing the only thing he was currently wearing happened to be everything on his lower self before the explosion. H- 10k awkwardly stammered, tearing his eyes from her lips only to have them graze the girl's face, and instantly lock with her own. It took everything not to let the impact of her gaze jolt him physically backwards in his half up-right position. Hi. Swallowing thickly after his embarrassing attempt to converse with her, he was able to blink his sight to the girl's feet, completely unaware if she'd even been waiting for him to wake up, or if he'd just interrupted her in doing something entirely different that just happened to be in the same area. Finding some courage, and definitely needing some answers, he lifted his gaze again, mindset now on pushing past his slight intimidation to get to the bottom of his current predicament. Where.. am I?