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thisavrou_log2016-04-21 10:05 pm
heartscold) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-21 10:05 pm
[OPEN] Pick your poison
Who: Leonard Snart and whoever's (un)lucky enough to find him
When: May 19th
Where: Mess hall to start
What: Len is unfortunate enough to come across a piece of buttercup-poisoned pie.
Warnings: General sick stuff, vomiting, etc.
Len had eaten a late lunch, avoiding the majority of the crowd at the mess hall; he preferred the quiet. After finishing his sandwich and chips, he was ready to leave when he spotted a pie plate sitting innocently at the end of one of the tables. Several slices were already missing, and it didn't seem to be claimed by anyone. Shrugging, Len pulled out a piece and dug in.
A few bites in, Len set the fork down, his expression twisting in a grimace. The taste was... odd. Swallowing, Len pushed the plate away slightly, then frowned as he poked at the innards of the pie, noticing the strange yellow petals. Who the hell put flower petals in a pie? He coughed, throat feeling itchy. And when did it get so hot in here?
He was halfway back to his room when the first nauseating cramp hit. Gasping, he fought not to double over in the hallway, one arm wrapping tight around his stomach. Chills and heat chased each other through his body, drawing out sweat and goosebumps across his skin. Shit... not good...
Not enough time to make it back to his room, not enough time to curl up in private and suffer alone. Moments later, Len was on the floor of one of the main bathrooms, clutching at the cool porcelain of the toilet as his stomach twisted and heaved. Choking, gagging, he squeezed his eyes shut, miserable, wanting nothing more than to be alone.
When: May 19th
Where: Mess hall to start
What: Len is unfortunate enough to come across a piece of buttercup-poisoned pie.
Warnings: General sick stuff, vomiting, etc.
Len had eaten a late lunch, avoiding the majority of the crowd at the mess hall; he preferred the quiet. After finishing his sandwich and chips, he was ready to leave when he spotted a pie plate sitting innocently at the end of one of the tables. Several slices were already missing, and it didn't seem to be claimed by anyone. Shrugging, Len pulled out a piece and dug in.
A few bites in, Len set the fork down, his expression twisting in a grimace. The taste was... odd. Swallowing, Len pushed the plate away slightly, then frowned as he poked at the innards of the pie, noticing the strange yellow petals. Who the hell put flower petals in a pie? He coughed, throat feeling itchy. And when did it get so hot in here?
He was halfway back to his room when the first nauseating cramp hit. Gasping, he fought not to double over in the hallway, one arm wrapping tight around his stomach. Chills and heat chased each other through his body, drawing out sweat and goosebumps across his skin. Shit... not good...
Not enough time to make it back to his room, not enough time to curl up in private and suffer alone. Moments later, Len was on the floor of one of the main bathrooms, clutching at the cool porcelain of the toilet as his stomach twisted and heaved. Choking, gagging, he squeezed his eyes shut, miserable, wanting nothing more than to be alone.