(Untitled)

[countingthunder]

Simon's not coming this time. Just stay, a routine of nothing to keep her locked down.

Count the bedsprings...

Comments

[graficmemory]

-=walking slowly, looking at the empty, half rotten cells with distain.=-

Lovely place. I wonder who the decorator is.

[countingthunder]

*absently* Time, mostly.

[graficmemory]

-=follows her voice and frowns all the more.=-

How you holding up, miss? -=already working the keys in the lock to get her out. Damn the guard for not telling me which key.=-

[countingthunder]

*looks up at him from her seat on the floor, baffled* You're not Simon.

[graficmemory]

Nope! -=small smirk=- But I'll be your knight in shining armor for the duration if you want.

-=keeps trying the keys, rotating them around the ring as each one doesn't work=-

Have you been hurt?

[countingthunder]

*glances down at her bandaged arm* The automatic mechanism's gone, leaving only manual operation.

[graficmemory]

-=brow furrows at her explanation.=- Got shot, they took care of it. Lovely. Anything else?

-=chinks two more keys=-

[countingthunder]

You should forget the keys.

[graficmemory]

But the door's locked? -=tries it, anyway.=-

[countingthunder]

Exactly.

[graficmemory]

....

I'm here to get you out of this dump. You need your injuries looked after properly.

[countingthunder]

Ought to be forgotten about. Leave her to rot, it's safer.

[graficmemory]

Can't do that. -=keeps trying the keys, the next one finally working.=-

And it's definitely not safer.

[countingthunder]

*scoots back from the door* Is as long as she thinks so.

[graficmemory]

-=slowly opens the door, watching her, not moving closer=- Why do you think so?

[countingthunder]

You don't leave guns lying around where children could find them.