[Somewhere in the middle of that storm he comes to, watches the world spin beneath them. There are city lights now, and he gives a cry of joy at the sight, at the land like stars littered below while the sky above is pitch black. At the sheer badass fact that they're riding a tornado through time.
But also, it fucking hurts, as shit gets flung into him. Good thing he has his goggles on, and even the bandana spares him some scrapes, but once again it's that leather jacket that serves as armor against some of the blows from debris in the storm.
His laughter stops as he realizes Chrissy isn't on the bike anymore, and it's shortly after that the wind dumps the bike one place and him in another, and he must have hit hard enough to black out again for a little while. When he comes to, he's face-down in the mud, and he can hear Chrissy shouting even through the ringing in his ears.
He spits out dirt as he drags himself onto all fours first, then sits up on his knees and clutches at his shoulder. Damn, something hit hard. He runs his hand through his disastrous hair too and comes away with blood, probably from that first hit, still slowly seeping.]
I'm over here!
[Maybe a hundred yards away in another direction. He thinks about standing, then decides against it and sits instead. Nothing obviously broken, plenty of scrapes, but he's had worse. The tornado spared him and wrecked the town. Hopefully it spared Chrissy and the bike the worst of it, too.]
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But also, it fucking hurts, as shit gets flung into him. Good thing he has his goggles on, and even the bandana spares him some scrapes, but once again it's that leather jacket that serves as armor against some of the blows from debris in the storm.
His laughter stops as he realizes Chrissy isn't on the bike anymore, and it's shortly after that the wind dumps the bike one place and him in another, and he must have hit hard enough to black out again for a little while. When he comes to, he's face-down in the mud, and he can hear Chrissy shouting even through the ringing in his ears.
He spits out dirt as he drags himself onto all fours first, then sits up on his knees and clutches at his shoulder. Damn, something hit hard. He runs his hand through his disastrous hair too and comes away with blood, probably from that first hit, still slowly seeping.]
I'm over here!
[Maybe a hundred yards away in another direction. He thinks about standing, then decides against it and sits instead. Nothing obviously broken, plenty of scrapes, but he's had worse. The tornado spared him and wrecked the town. Hopefully it spared Chrissy and the bike the worst of it, too.]
You okay?