RaveN L33
Day 3: Raven 2
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(Picture & Story credit to @JimTellervo)
Part 2
Laying here on this comfy ass couch feels much better than those hard ass beds in the police station, hell most anything feels better than those things, taking a look around the room a little more, theres a big TV mounted on the wall, several decorations around the place including a bunch of planets revolving behind me on small stands, shit like this can't be cheap, this guy might have been worth knocking off, but then again he did save me and take the bullet out my chest, be rude of me to steal this guys stuff, even if I could get a huge score from it. I feel a wave of goosebumps over my skin, I'm starting to feel a little cold, I look around to find my shirt and jacket, no matter where I look around me I don't see them, I got those mags in my jacket pocket, but from what else I can figure, no gun to use 'em with.
The dull pain in my chest has eased up a lot, those meds the doc gave me are working their magic and I think I can actually haul my ass up off this couch, with a pained grunt and a lot of effort I make it to my feet. Damn, that fucking hurts to move. Slowly but surely one foot after the other I manage to shuffle around the room a little, moving like one of those white eyed bastards, how they manage to get around as quick as they do I got no idea, after a little looking around I find my jacket hanging up by the front door, giving it a little tap down I can feel the mags in the pocket, I must have lost the gun along the way coming here. A strange feeling hits my lower stomach and the back of my teeth start to feel a little funny, I gotta piss real bad, where's the bathroom?
My bloating bladder and need not to piss my pants move my body across the room headed to the stairs, my feet feeling heavy take step after step up the stairs, my eyes frantically searching for a toilet or at least a pot to piss in. Trying door after door, one comes open and there before me stands the porcelain throne, fit for any king or queen to place their ass on unload their morning ordnance, but as of now it's all mine, I open up the button of my jeans and pull the zipper down, keeping one hand on my chest to make sure the bandage doesn't come off, pulling down my underwear and grabbing hold of my junk, I get it out just in time as the first few drops of piss arrive, and just like that the waterworks are on and they don't stop, the relief of taking this wicked leak even eases the pain in my chest, letting out a big relieved sigh as my bladder empties into the water below, I place my head on the wall before me, the cool tiles strangely comforting.
With my bladder empty and not a drop left I give myself a shake and tuck it back into my underwear, by my surprise the toilet flushed itself scaring me half to death, but if I were going to shit myself I'm in the right room to do it. Out of the corner of my eye I see a laundry hamper, maybe I can borrow something to wear to edge this cold off, Opening the top I'm met with a fancy lace bra "Well I wasn't expecting that" I chuckle to myself moving it to one side, the slight sent of perfume coming from it, moving a few other things to a side, I catch sight of a dark green t-shirt, looks about my size, and looks surprisingly clean too, I pull it over my head with my free hand and slip my arm into the hole, pulling my other arm away long enough to slip it threw the short sleeve and letting it drop down my body. The pain in my chest shoots threw my body again, this now would be a good time to go and rest, I feel a rumble in my stomach I'm getting hungry, but this pain is starting to flare back up, my chance to get back on the couch and get some more rest.
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Day 3: Raven 2
All episodes can now be found on their own Flickr page located here: www.flickr.com/photos/200688024@N05/
(Picture & Story credit to @JimTellervo)
Part 2
Laying here on this comfy ass couch feels much better than those hard ass beds in the police station, hell most anything feels better than those things, taking a look around the room a little more, theres a big TV mounted on the wall, several decorations around the place including a bunch of planets revolving behind me on small stands, shit like this can't be cheap, this guy might have been worth knocking off, but then again he did save me and take the bullet out my chest, be rude of me to steal this guys stuff, even if I could get a huge score from it. I feel a wave of goosebumps over my skin, I'm starting to feel a little cold, I look around to find my shirt and jacket, no matter where I look around me I don't see them, I got those mags in my jacket pocket, but from what else I can figure, no gun to use 'em with.
The dull pain in my chest has eased up a lot, those meds the doc gave me are working their magic and I think I can actually haul my ass up off this couch, with a pained grunt and a lot of effort I make it to my feet. Damn, that fucking hurts to move. Slowly but surely one foot after the other I manage to shuffle around the room a little, moving like one of those white eyed bastards, how they manage to get around as quick as they do I got no idea, after a little looking around I find my jacket hanging up by the front door, giving it a little tap down I can feel the mags in the pocket, I must have lost the gun along the way coming here. A strange feeling hits my lower stomach and the back of my teeth start to feel a little funny, I gotta piss real bad, where's the bathroom?
My bloating bladder and need not to piss my pants move my body across the room headed to the stairs, my feet feeling heavy take step after step up the stairs, my eyes frantically searching for a toilet or at least a pot to piss in. Trying door after door, one comes open and there before me stands the porcelain throne, fit for any king or queen to place their ass on unload their morning ordnance, but as of now it's all mine, I open up the button of my jeans and pull the zipper down, keeping one hand on my chest to make sure the bandage doesn't come off, pulling down my underwear and grabbing hold of my junk, I get it out just in time as the first few drops of piss arrive, and just like that the waterworks are on and they don't stop, the relief of taking this wicked leak even eases the pain in my chest, letting out a big relieved sigh as my bladder empties into the water below, I place my head on the wall before me, the cool tiles strangely comforting.
With my bladder empty and not a drop left I give myself a shake and tuck it back into my underwear, by my surprise the toilet flushed itself scaring me half to death, but if I were going to shit myself I'm in the right room to do it. Out of the corner of my eye I see a laundry hamper, maybe I can borrow something to wear to edge this cold off, Opening the top I'm met with a fancy lace bra "Well I wasn't expecting that" I chuckle to myself moving it to one side, the slight sent of perfume coming from it, moving a few other things to a side, I catch sight of a dark green t-shirt, looks about my size, and looks surprisingly clean too, I pull it over my head with my free hand and slip my arm into the hole, pulling my other arm away long enough to slip it threw the short sleeve and letting it drop down my body. The pain in my chest shoots threw my body again, this now would be a good time to go and rest, I feel a rumble in my stomach I'm getting hungry, but this pain is starting to flare back up, my chance to get back on the couch and get some more rest.
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