Bored as all hell borther (RP)(Closed)

"Yes. Now, how the hell did you crash, anyways?" he asked, walking back into the living room as he dried his hands off on an old rag.

"My brakes jammed and the engine stopped working for a minute. By the time the engine started up again I was already hurtling towards this place at high speed. Couldn't stop because of the brakes, and there was no time to pull up." Natalie stared at the ceiling.

"Tough luck," he admitted, tossing the rag over into the corner of the room. "Even worse that you landed in the worst possible spot you could've."

"Why's that? I've seen shittier places." Natalie glanced around the room and fidgeted with her hands, doing her best to ignore her pain.

"Your smack dab in the middle of a Jiorg breeding ground," he said grimly. "And their fucking babies are more terrifying than the adults are."

"Well, you've got this bunker thing. I'm sure we'll be fine." Natalie yawned and rubbed her sore shoulder.

"Thoughts like that get you killed," he said, shaking his head. "They get everywhere. No where is truly safe."

"Alright, alright… don't get your panties in a twist, I get it. No one is safe ever and I'm an idiot for thinking so." Natalie replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Exactly. You're catching on quick." He walked into the kitchen and picked up the pistol from the counter to return it to its holster.

Natalie rolled her eyes and lay back down, sighing softly. "How long do you think I'll be stuck here?"

"Well, I'm getting picked up in about a week to get off of this shithole. If you stay alive for that long, I imagine you could come with," he said with a shrug.

"Alright… I suppose I might as well, considering I can't repair my ship." Natalie started fidgeting with her hair again.

"Sounds like a plan." He let the room fall into an awkward silence, repressing the involuntary urge to stream something out just hear a noise.

Natalie listened to the faint noises from outside. The silence was far more comfortable than awkward for her, and it helped her to relax a bit.

The sound of an ear-piercing shriek shattered the thin layer of silence like a brick through a window, sending Jack into overdrive. Immediately he pulled out the pistol and aimed at the ladder as the sound of clinking metal slowly became louder and louder. Like someone was coming down the ladder.

Natalie sat up with a start, her heart racing. She watched as someone came down the ladder and stayed where she was. She wanted to help, but she knew she was useless in this state. (Btw always feel free to hurt my characters lol)

"Take two more steps and I'll blow a hole in your head," Jack growled, flipping the safety off of the plasma pistol as the person turned around. And then….it wasn't a person anymore. It turned into a mass of skin-colored gelatin that launched itself at Jack.

(Likewise for mine, too)

"Jack!" Natalie tried to get up, but didn't get far before she collapsed again. "Hey!" Getting the creature's attention seemed to be her best bet. She found an old book on the floor and threw it at the creature.

Jack scrambled back to his feet and lunged at the mass just before it could reach Natalie, jamming the pistol as deep into the mass as he could and firing a blast of plasma straight through the body of it. It let loose yet another screech, tossing Jack off of its back and launching itself up the ladder at blinding speeds. Jack stayed on his back as the Jiorgling fled the bunker, taking deep breaths in and out and rubbing his chest.

"Y-You okay?" Natalie asked quietly, laying on her side as she watched Jack. She winced when she tried to move and eventually just decided to stay put for now.

"Yeah," he grunted, sitting up with a wince. "Just got the wind knocked out of me. You?"

"I don't think I've been injured any further than I already was… this one opened back up, though." She glanced down at the blood starting to soak through her white shirt.

Jack grunted as he stood, brushing his clothes off and rolling his head around his neck until he heard a crack.
"Need some help getting back up on the couch?"

"…Yeah, probably.." Natalie managed to push herself into a sitting position, holding one hand over her reopened wound.

(Bump)

He gently picked her up from under her armpits and set her down on the couch, frowning at the bloodstained shirt like it was a minor annoyance and not a life-threatening injury.
"I should probably sew that back up, huh?"

(My bad)

(Np)
"Yeah, probably." Natalie pulled off the bloody shirt so she could evaluate the wound (she's still wearing a bra don't worry lol).

He didn't even bat an eye as she took of the shirt, where a normal man would have blushed or looked away.
"You're lucky," he said, nodding to himself, "Only a couple of stitches actually popped. The other ones are good to go."