[A mistake was made and there was no rectifying it by this point in time. Max could not make it back to the warmth of a shelter. The cold had already sapped all of his energy away and he lay unceremoniously in the snow, waiting, eyes closed and death close at hand.
A faint spark of something deep within the road warrior caused him to twitch, peel open his eyes, and reach for his communicator. He clicked it onto the audio option to send out a quick message.]
Don't. Don't come out this way. [A set of numbers are said. Coordinates.] False hope. There's nothing out here.
[And, implied, soon he would be swallowed by the snow, too, and would be nothing more.]
II. Action prompt four
[He woke with a start. Blinding lights flashed before his eyes; a face appeared much to close to his own and he recoiled automatically. He fell from the table upon which he had woken and clattered against the floor as he scrambled to his feet. Wildly, he looked around.
Nothing.
The girl was gone. No, she had never been there in the first place. Only in his mind. Only his memories...
Max looked around again, this time to gain his bearings. Vaguely, an old memory begrudgingly came up with a name for this sort of place: a morgue. It had a disturbingly familiarity to it. He ignored that and set to gathering what he could from the building.
He left the unsettling morgue and stumbled out into the snow-filled city. He squinted at the sun-glare coming off the white snow and tried to figure out if anything looked familiar. It did not.
And there was someone coming up the street towards him. His hand clenched into a fist unconsciously, instinctively really, as he readied for a confrontation. He remained otherwise notably calm, stoic actually. He opened his mouth to grunt out a warning--and found that no sound would come out.
Well. He never liked to talk much anyway.
He held his hand out towards the approaching person in a stopping gesture and then sharply swung his arm down in a chopping motion. It was sharp, attention grabbing, and a warning that he brokered no funny business while he tried to find a way to ask his questions without speaking.]
Max | Mad Max: Fury Road (spoilers can be avoided)
A faint spark of something deep within the road warrior caused him to twitch, peel open his eyes, and reach for his communicator. He clicked it onto the audio option to send out a quick message.]
Don't. Don't come out this way. [A set of numbers are said. Coordinates.] False hope. There's nothing out here.
[And, implied, soon he would be swallowed by the snow, too, and would be nothing more.]
II. Action prompt four
Nothing.
The girl was gone. No, she had never been there in the first place. Only in his mind. Only his memories...
Max looked around again, this time to gain his bearings. Vaguely, an old memory begrudgingly came up with a name for this sort of place: a morgue. It had a disturbingly familiarity to it. He ignored that and set to gathering what he could from the building.
He left the unsettling morgue and stumbled out into the snow-filled city. He squinted at the sun-glare coming off the white snow and tried to figure out if anything looked familiar. It did not.
And there was someone coming up the street towards him. His hand clenched into a fist unconsciously, instinctively really, as he readied for a confrontation. He remained otherwise notably calm, stoic actually. He opened his mouth to grunt out a warning--and found that no sound would come out.
Well. He never liked to talk much anyway.
He held his hand out towards the approaching person in a stopping gesture and then sharply swung his arm down in a chopping motion. It was sharp, attention grabbing, and a warning that he brokered no funny business while he tried to find a way to ask his questions without speaking.]