[As he shifts and comes to from slumber, Roadhog realizes he’s absolutely soaked and his mouth is full of grainy, damp earth. His first thought is that his partner, Junkrat, had pulled another “humorous” joke on him. He groans while trying to push himself up from the sandy ground, opening small wounds all over his body that seem to sting. Sting? When the hell did a cut ever bother his tough hide? After spitting out the majority of the sand, Roadhog starts to notice the awful pain from the headache as he sits up, the dryness of his mouth and throat. Hang on, why the fuck was he on a beach? Roadhog swears he and Junkrat were at least on the road and nowhere near a body of water. They took a quick snooze off to a shady motel as usual, right?? Or were they in the middle of a heist.. dammit.. The big man tries his best to remember, growling low as he scratches at his whiskered chin.]
Wait..
[He could touch his face?? Hell, he spit out sand just a second ago! His mask! Where the hell is his mask?? The enormous junker slightly panics, starting to wheeze anxiously—but- ah- There it is, laying a few feet away from him. Those big paws reach for it, bring it to his face and strap it on securely. Once he can take a few heavy breaths through the mask, he’ll feel calm again.]
…
[Seems his partner isn’t around. It’s too quiet and Junkrat would be chatting up a storm by now. The jackass probably scurried off somewhere—Well-- unless he drowned. …. Roadhog hopes that isn’t the case. The sight of lights in the distance seem promising. If anything, he could ask someone if they’ve seen the little bastard, get water and food in his system… Yeah. That sounds good. He then rises carefully, with heavy grunts and snorts, and starts off in the direction of the lights. However, something in the corner of his eye catches his attention.]
Roadhog | Overwatch
[As he shifts and comes to from slumber, Roadhog realizes he’s absolutely soaked and his mouth is full of grainy, damp earth. His first thought is that his partner, Junkrat, had pulled another “humorous” joke on him. He groans while trying to push himself up from the sandy ground, opening small wounds all over his body that seem to sting. Sting? When the hell did a cut ever bother his tough hide? After spitting out the majority of the sand, Roadhog starts to notice the awful pain from the headache as he sits up, the dryness of his mouth and throat. Hang on, why the fuck was he on a beach? Roadhog swears he and Junkrat were at least on the road and nowhere near a body of water. They took a quick snooze off to a shady motel as usual, right?? Or were they in the middle of a heist.. dammit.. The big man tries his best to remember, growling low as he scratches at his whiskered chin.]
Wait..
[He could touch his face?? Hell, he spit out sand just a second ago! His mask! Where the hell is his mask?? The enormous junker slightly panics, starting to wheeze anxiously—but- ah-
There it is, laying a few feet away from him. Those big paws reach for it, bring it to his face and strap it on securely. Once he can take a few heavy breaths through the mask, he’ll feel calm again.]
…
[Seems his partner isn’t around. It’s too quiet and Junkrat would be chatting up a storm by now. The jackass probably scurried off somewhere—Well-- unless he drowned. …. Roadhog hopes that isn’t the case. The sight of lights in the distance seem promising. If anything, he could ask someone if they’ve seen the little bastard, get water and food in his system… Yeah. That sounds good. He then rises carefully, with heavy grunts and snorts, and starts off in the direction of the lights.
However, something in the corner of his eye catches his attention.]