Post by Candy Biu on Apr 3, 2010 23:19:45 GMT -5
So I wrote up a post for a roleplay on some other forums and was quite happy with it. Have it here as a flash fiction.
It is not "your" Taryn, although the character is based off of her (take "your" Taryn and make her full human instead of part spider
).
Taryn was lucky - she had great friends. Especially lucky that one of them was taking classes for photography, and doing pretty well at his craft. She asked for a photoshoot to help promote herself in hopes of getting signed on a larger label, and he obliged her for very little. She had already picked out a location, too, so he just had to bring his equipment, which made him even happier.
Later that week, the scheduled photoshoot was cut unexpectedly short. Resting on a rock atop a hill miles outside of town, Taryn disturbed a deadly Brown Recluse. It was hot in the mid-summer sun, so she had taken her shirt off (much like the rest of the guys), and gotten water. She made the mistake of setting it on the ground. The spider had crawled in while it was down. The moment she picked it up to place it back on, she sealed her fate. The spider, agitated, confused, and defending itself, immediately bit down on her shoulder. She didn't feel the bite, initially, but she felt the spider climbing all over her. She panicked, yanking her shirt off and flailing about. The photographer and his helpers quickly rushed to her side, screaming about what happened. She pants, realizing the spider is gone. Everyone settles down, clothes are checked, but the shoot ultimately ensues.
Half an hour later, Taryn complains of headaches and nausea. They take another break, sitting by the fan in the back of the photographer's truck. All goes well for a few minutes, until Taryn heaves over the side of the truck, blood dripping from her mouth. She - and her peers- gasp, panicking. At this time, the photographer notices the two swollen bite marks on Taryn's shoulder, and curses. He didn't know what sort of spider bit her, but he instantly knew it was now fatal. He starts barking orders - You, stay here with the equipment. You, with me, call 911 right now! Taryn, up and in the truck! She holds her arm up weakly, and he helps her limp to the rear seat and buckle in.
Through the panic, everyone manages to get everything done as ordered. The equipment gets packed into the second car, who then follows the first, while the helper calls 911 for help.
"We don't need an ambulance, ma'am!" he shouts to the dispatcher. "We're already on our way to the hospital ourselves, and it will take less time than waiting on an ambulance! .... Bird Road north to I-580. .... Airlift from New Jerusalem Airport? .... Yes ma'am. I need help on how to treat spider bites! .... I don't know what kind of spider, no. .... No, we did not catch the spider. .... Alright, we don't have ice on hand. .... Aloe Vera? Morgan! You got a medkit in here with aloe vera? .... No? Damn it! No aloe vera, ma'am. .... Thank you anyways. .... Yes, please stay on the line."
"What're we doing, Joe?"
"580 North to Corral, then to the NJ Airport, they're going to airlift her."
"Damn, do they think it's that bad?"
"Probably."
Taryn groaned through the entire ordeal, clutching her shoulder with one hand. Nauseous, weak, and panicked, she faints as the truck flies down the highway towards the airport. She wakes up hours later, hooked up to various machines and strapped down to a gurney. Chilled, she notices her clothes are gone and a gown in its place. She looks around, only to wince and grunt in pain as the gown rubs against her wound. She pulls the gown down, seeing the quarter-sized hole in her shoulder, courtesy the Recluse venom. She flops her head down, sighing. She was so tired again, and that... beeping... was so... hypnotic.... A rest wouldn't hurt. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Fun facts: All locations are from the real world. The spider information is mostly true.
It is not "your" Taryn, although the character is based off of her (take "your" Taryn and make her full human instead of part spider
).Taryn was lucky - she had great friends. Especially lucky that one of them was taking classes for photography, and doing pretty well at his craft. She asked for a photoshoot to help promote herself in hopes of getting signed on a larger label, and he obliged her for very little. She had already picked out a location, too, so he just had to bring his equipment, which made him even happier.
Later that week, the scheduled photoshoot was cut unexpectedly short. Resting on a rock atop a hill miles outside of town, Taryn disturbed a deadly Brown Recluse. It was hot in the mid-summer sun, so she had taken her shirt off (much like the rest of the guys), and gotten water. She made the mistake of setting it on the ground. The spider had crawled in while it was down. The moment she picked it up to place it back on, she sealed her fate. The spider, agitated, confused, and defending itself, immediately bit down on her shoulder. She didn't feel the bite, initially, but she felt the spider climbing all over her. She panicked, yanking her shirt off and flailing about. The photographer and his helpers quickly rushed to her side, screaming about what happened. She pants, realizing the spider is gone. Everyone settles down, clothes are checked, but the shoot ultimately ensues.
Half an hour later, Taryn complains of headaches and nausea. They take another break, sitting by the fan in the back of the photographer's truck. All goes well for a few minutes, until Taryn heaves over the side of the truck, blood dripping from her mouth. She - and her peers- gasp, panicking. At this time, the photographer notices the two swollen bite marks on Taryn's shoulder, and curses. He didn't know what sort of spider bit her, but he instantly knew it was now fatal. He starts barking orders - You, stay here with the equipment. You, with me, call 911 right now! Taryn, up and in the truck! She holds her arm up weakly, and he helps her limp to the rear seat and buckle in.
Through the panic, everyone manages to get everything done as ordered. The equipment gets packed into the second car, who then follows the first, while the helper calls 911 for help.
"We don't need an ambulance, ma'am!" he shouts to the dispatcher. "We're already on our way to the hospital ourselves, and it will take less time than waiting on an ambulance! .... Bird Road north to I-580. .... Airlift from New Jerusalem Airport? .... Yes ma'am. I need help on how to treat spider bites! .... I don't know what kind of spider, no. .... No, we did not catch the spider. .... Alright, we don't have ice on hand. .... Aloe Vera? Morgan! You got a medkit in here with aloe vera? .... No? Damn it! No aloe vera, ma'am. .... Thank you anyways. .... Yes, please stay on the line."
"What're we doing, Joe?"
"580 North to Corral, then to the NJ Airport, they're going to airlift her."
"Damn, do they think it's that bad?"
"Probably."
Taryn groaned through the entire ordeal, clutching her shoulder with one hand. Nauseous, weak, and panicked, she faints as the truck flies down the highway towards the airport. She wakes up hours later, hooked up to various machines and strapped down to a gurney. Chilled, she notices her clothes are gone and a gown in its place. She looks around, only to wince and grunt in pain as the gown rubs against her wound. She pulls the gown down, seeing the quarter-sized hole in her shoulder, courtesy the Recluse venom. She flops her head down, sighing. She was so tired again, and that... beeping... was so... hypnotic.... A rest wouldn't hurt. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Fun facts: All locations are from the real world. The spider information is mostly true.
