hell wasp from hell {Kendra&Nadine}
Jan 5, 2016 15:25:20 GMT -5
Post by Nadine on Jan 5, 2016 15:25:20 GMT -5
Oh god. How is it even possible to fuck up this badly.
Despite having utterly everything to fix and a hell wasp to catch, Nadine stopped to glare at the broken glass littering the pavement outside the apartment complex, then up at the shattered window of her home.
It must have come from one of the seedpods she had brought from the savannah to her home to germinate in the warmth of her house rather than in the frigid, shitty run-down school. Her mistake. It pupated in the middle of the night, and had awoken her with the delightful sensation of tiny hooks catching in her cheek as it dragged it’s grossly massive body across her face. Ugh. Nadine didn’t remember much through the haze of sleep and panic about the events that came after, but it had definitely ended with an ill-aimed book intended for the wasp through the window. It had then escaped out the window, through yet another in her string of mistakes. It crawled on her and basically broke her window and all the heat was now escaping the house. She… probably should have taped something up there, now that she thought about it. Or grabbed something more than her glasses, gloves, scarf, and rifle to go over her pajamas. But she had to kill the fucker.
It may or may not also happen to be the carnivorous species with a highly potent sting, but despite its sheer size, she didn’t get a good look at it. And anyways, it broke her window. It was going down, lethal sting or not.
Nadine looked up the dark street, sparsely lit by the occasional streetlight that still worked. It couldn’t have gotten far in the cold. Nadine started down the alley next to her apartment. She could search by circling the apartment, then expanding the circles as she continued the hunt. Hopefully she’d hear its buzz or catch some hint of it with electrolocation. It was just a pity it wasn’t raining, she could sense far more then.
Despite having utterly everything to fix and a hell wasp to catch, Nadine stopped to glare at the broken glass littering the pavement outside the apartment complex, then up at the shattered window of her home.
It must have come from one of the seedpods she had brought from the savannah to her home to germinate in the warmth of her house rather than in the frigid, shitty run-down school. Her mistake. It pupated in the middle of the night, and had awoken her with the delightful sensation of tiny hooks catching in her cheek as it dragged it’s grossly massive body across her face. Ugh. Nadine didn’t remember much through the haze of sleep and panic about the events that came after, but it had definitely ended with an ill-aimed book intended for the wasp through the window. It had then escaped out the window, through yet another in her string of mistakes. It crawled on her and basically broke her window and all the heat was now escaping the house. She… probably should have taped something up there, now that she thought about it. Or grabbed something more than her glasses, gloves, scarf, and rifle to go over her pajamas. But she had to kill the fucker.
It may or may not also happen to be the carnivorous species with a highly potent sting, but despite its sheer size, she didn’t get a good look at it. And anyways, it broke her window. It was going down, lethal sting or not.
Nadine looked up the dark street, sparsely lit by the occasional streetlight that still worked. It couldn’t have gotten far in the cold. Nadine started down the alley next to her apartment. She could search by circling the apartment, then expanding the circles as she continued the hunt. Hopefully she’d hear its buzz or catch some hint of it with electrolocation. It was just a pity it wasn’t raining, she could sense far more then.
