[Thread] WEEE-OOH WEEE-OOH WEEE-OOH [EVERYBODY IN!!!]

[lucky_fifth]

The smoke had taken a while to penetrate the heavy old doors that shut the basement laundry away from the rest of the dorm building, and by the time it finally reached a smoke alarm that actually worked the blaze was firmly ensconced. What had started as a small electrical fire was rapidly spreading, lapping hungrily at the coils of wires at the

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[lookoveryondah]

The fire alarm couldn't put a dent in Haku's drug-induced slumber, sneaking in only as a faint annoyance hidden somewhere in his dreams. It wasn't until the smoke was pouring in thick that he was jolted awake, jarred by his own heavy coughing and some godawful screeching noise coming from the other side of the room. He tried to free himself from his covers, but his limbs weren't responding quite right yet, and he instead slid off the bed to a sitting position on the floor, still wrapped in his sheets

[inb4somnia]

Music through headphones turned up far too loud and a pillow shoved over one's face went a long way towards blocking out the rest of the world. Gaara let the tinny noise from the cheap Walkman rattle through his mind while he got the next best thing to actual sleep. He was halfway through First We Take Manhattan when he felt something ice cold trickle across his stomach - ice cold until his brain caught up with his nerves and he realized it was really fucking hot. He scooted off the bed in a flash, landing nimbly on the balls of his feet, crouching, even as he was trying to brush the little sparks off his chest. An answer to his question, "What the fucking hell?" followed almost immediately, and he saw the corner of the ceiling turn black, then red, then a bright orange and white before a good chunk of it opened up and dumped itself on his bed

[finger_walking]

Temari was exhausted by the time she finally hit the snow, Naruto’s stupid fucking shit dropped unceremoniously in her absolutely fury with him. Her own guitars were still in her third story bedroom and the knowledge was gutting, but she knew that her life was the most important possession she had. And she knew that Obito would agree, which is why Velma was still in her case under her bed.

The flashing lights of the arriving fire trucks glowed on the snow, but the blonde paid no attention. Now that Naruto, Anko and Sasuke were safely out of the building and had no more fucking excuses to run back into the smoke, she had fresh concerns. A quick scan of the terrified bodies scattered across the yard outside the door ticked name after name of her list. There was Kankurou smoking in the parking lot with Yuya and some of the other smokers; there was Kiba huddling with Hinata. There was…oh god, where the fuck was Gaara

[lookoveryondah]

Haku's shoulders loosened in a cool rush of relief when he heard a clear voice addressing him and he nearly laughed out loud when he finally made out Temari's form through watery eyes. If anyone could handle Gaara, it was her. And if there was anyone who clearly couldn't... well, Haku really wasn't that much smaller than he was, but the redhead somehow managed to be one hell of a lot stronger, as Haku's bruised ribs could attest. Letting go of the comforter, he shuffled on hands and knees to give Big Sister better access to her little psycho duckling.

He didn't get far before the blanket fell away, and he could see that Gaara's hands eerily resembled the one time Haku had attempted barbecue. The stuffed mongoose he seemed so desperate to save kept falling from his fingers and the melting plastic stuffing was only making the damage worse. Deciding to take a risk (and hoping to god this wasn't going to make Temari's job any harder) Haku yanked the pillow case off of a stray pillow and used it as a sort of potholder to wrap up

[inb4somnia]

More voices could be heard, which Gaara didn't care about, but suddenly new hands were trying to shove something damp in his face, which was absolutely uncalled for. A growling shriek released itself from his raw throat to let them know exactly how he felt about that, and god was that Temari? What the hell was she trying to do to him?

His attempts to free himself from roommate and family alike were growing more and more halfhearted as it was fast becoming clear to him just how much fire really hurt. And at that point, fuck his lungs, and fuck what they were saying - and fuck where the hell had Shukaku gone!? - the pain, searing pain from his elbows down was blowing everything else away and it was all he could do to crouch there, paralyzed as every tiny movement brought waves of the most unbearable heat and voices like electric jolts were bouncing around in his head. In short order he couldn't process a single finished thought; everything was interrupted halfway through by ohfuckinggodithurts, and by that point he just didn't