Apr 29, 2011 11:06
lamandibula: romazvhir,
inthecorners: amraerya,
mustbereasons: john oxford,
ourlordand: gustave renard,
creepinginmy: jack gibson & cerbos,
endoftheropes: the lights,
20_mentholkools: riddick,
skinsack: monroe,
#candlejack,
- members,
monstertoy: adam lauderdale,
dishonesties: lilith dupond,
*action,
ohbloodyay: david kitchens,
typeright: julia "jules" grumley,
badasun: oro delmas,
matriotism: raicho,
hicanistabyou: sydney meza,
markedbullets: cat,
howaverage: emilia gorski
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And heels aren't made for running. )
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Em?
( Ah... ha so terrified but hopeful. )
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Jules. [ Not doubting it's her, Em walks over her - her boots are rather flat, so they're good for walking. ] Are you all right?
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His steps are audible in the distance, as are the occasional coughs, apparently unaware that anyone else is down here with him. Don't worry, he isn't sick, he's just trying not to choke on his own blood.
Not that it'd kill him, it's just really annoying.]
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She spots him and frowns slightly, straightening her back and staying put in her place. She isn't much of a talker, but the blood on his face makes her wonder if he had gotten that here. ]
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Please don't let this be another murderous psychopath that's been waiting for him. There is some intense and extremely wary staring taking place next.]
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Where in God's name am I?
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[His breath is audible, heavy and quick, like he's been running for hours and hours. He seems just as terrified and he looks eternally grateful when his eyes set on Amraerya's figure, stopping immediately as if trying to decide whether he should run or stay. He then drops to one knee, bowing his head in reverence.]
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[ Amraerya inhales deeply, the last ashes of his cigarette floating to the ground. He drops the stub and crushes it absently under his foot, staring at Gustave with a distinct lack of interest. ] You.
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