The flashing amber light breaks across Indy's haggard face, causing a few blinks and a glance upwards. Irritation moves quickly into worry as an ominous whoosh echoes around the tin walls, increasing in intensity and eventually accompanied by some clanks and strained grinding from outside the confines of the thick metal container.
He lurches frantically through the viscous gloop, his pace never rising above a languid plod until he reaches the wall. Once there, Indy hammers his fist against the metal—specifically a flattened Cadbury's Roses tin—hollering for anyone who might be nearby. "HELLO! ANYONE THERE! I'M TRAPPED... INSIDE! HELP!"
This goes on for some time, but his yelling is drowned out by the machinery coming to life nearby. Not one to waste efforts when they are obviously to no avail, and the shouting not helping his nausea, Indy stops. His final bellow is absorbed by the festering piles of junk and he looks around again, this time with far more desperation.
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Date: 2005-03-22 12:48 pm (UTC)He lurches frantically through the viscous gloop, his pace never rising above a languid plod until he reaches the wall. Once there, Indy hammers his fist against the metal—specifically a flattened Cadbury's Roses tin—hollering for anyone who might be nearby. "HELLO! ANYONE THERE! I'M TRAPPED... INSIDE! HELP!"
This goes on for some time, but his yelling is drowned out by the machinery coming to life nearby. Not one to waste efforts when they are obviously to no avail, and the shouting not helping his nausea, Indy stops. His final bellow is absorbed by the festering piles of junk and he looks around again, this time with far more desperation.