[Thread] End of everything
Who: Mello and Matt
Where: Terra
When: During the earthquakes, about... 12pm?
Summary: Everythings bein destroyed, Matt knows he probably hasn't got a chance in hell, so if you're going down you might as well do it with your best mate and a six pack of beer.
Rating: Er... R maybe?
Other: Sup?
Its an easy thing to pass off a small earthquake, whoops there goes my ornaments off the mantelpiece but hey, I'm okay. Not so when they're getting stronger, louder, when the walls are shaking and cracking and you know standing under the doorway or huddling under the table is going to do jack all.
Thats the time when you give up your home for lost and legged it.
That had been Matt's position about half an hour ago, as soon as the cracks had started alongside the ringing in his ears from the white noise he'd calmly snagged his DS, pottered over to the fridge and snagged the case of beer within before making his way down the stairs (he didn't trust the elevator) and leaving his building behind him. If he could have he'd have gotten to a nice, safe clear area, but those didn't exist here in Terra, everything was built up and packed together, not as bad as in the Abyss but still bad.
No, in the end he'd walked a small distance down the road, found a bench with a good view and sat down on it to wait for Mello. Ignoring the panicked citizens scattering about like so many frightened insects and cracked open his first can, supping at the cool liquid and listening to the Mario theme as it accompanied the rumblings.
He knew he shouldn't have woken up this morning.
Where: Terra
When: During the earthquakes, about... 12pm?
Summary: Everythings bein destroyed, Matt knows he probably hasn't got a chance in hell, so if you're going down you might as well do it with your best mate and a six pack of beer.
Rating: Er... R maybe?
Other: Sup?
Its an easy thing to pass off a small earthquake, whoops there goes my ornaments off the mantelpiece but hey, I'm okay. Not so when they're getting stronger, louder, when the walls are shaking and cracking and you know standing under the doorway or huddling under the table is going to do jack all.
Thats the time when you give up your home for lost and legged it.
That had been Matt's position about half an hour ago, as soon as the cracks had started alongside the ringing in his ears from the white noise he'd calmly snagged his DS, pottered over to the fridge and snagged the case of beer within before making his way down the stairs (he didn't trust the elevator) and leaving his building behind him. If he could have he'd have gotten to a nice, safe clear area, but those didn't exist here in Terra, everything was built up and packed together, not as bad as in the Abyss but still bad.
No, in the end he'd walked a small distance down the road, found a bench with a good view and sat down on it to wait for Mello. Ignoring the panicked citizens scattering about like so many frightened insects and cracked open his first can, supping at the cool liquid and listening to the Mario theme as it accompanied the rumblings.
He knew he shouldn't have woken up this morning.