[IN PROGRESS/OPEN]
WHO: Alucard/toothsomehound, Usopp/longnosedliar, Sam Vimes/stonyfaced, Jessica Sanders/DIVIDEDSANITY, Otacon/justlikeoneofmy, Lauren Reed/dancewithadevil, Ken/artiglio, Zoro/resolute_edge, AND - anyone else who would like to be trapped is welcome to join!
WHAT: BOOM.
WHERE: Guilty Pleasures.
WHEN: Evening.
( I've seen Diamonds cut through harder men. )
WHAT: BOOM.
WHERE: Guilty Pleasures.
WHEN: Evening.
( I've seen Diamonds cut through harder men. )
So, he decided, limping along the street, he would go into the first restaurant he saw, because he was really, really, really hungry and he couldn't find the damn motel because they probably hid it. In actuality, he got lost, but he'd never admit that. Then he walked into the restaurant, thinking that maybe he'd get a sandwich and a beer, maybe some directions, and he'd ease up on the gnawing pain crawling down his side that still lingered from the fight with Caiman.
Then the world tumbled down around him.
"Shit!" The ceiling behind him crashed down; if he had been an inch closer, it would have been off with his head. He dove forward and rolled underneath a table, unsheathing his swords to break through it and hold off the piece of plaster that would have smashed into his chest.
Breathing heavily, he got to his feet. "Christ," he muttered, sheathing his swords and glaring wearily around him. It was over now, all he'd have to worry about was getting--
Wham. A piece of the ceiling that decided it would wait a minute after the initial explosion crashed on top of him. It was barely life threatening, and he'd had worse, but it hurt like a bitch. "Fuck," he growled, not bothering to worm out of it for now. (If he had a big great piece of ceiling crushing his back, he doubted that anything else falling on him would hurt him as opposed to the aforementioned ceiling.) A glance beside him told him that somebody else, who hadn't been so lucky, was crushed amongst the debris. He looked around for somebody, anybody else who was still alive, hoping to God that they didn't know Caiman.
Laying his eyes upon the boy crouched beneath the table, he called out, "Oi, you! You still alive?" He didn't look hurt, but at this angle, a pole could be sprouting from his chest and he wouldn't know.
Reply
"Are you ok mister?" He said after making his way over cautiously. Ken himself wasn't really hurt, just shaken and covered in dust. "You've gotten yourself pinned really well..."
Great, just great. His one night out by himself and something like this happened. Ken could only hope it was just this building, that everyone outside was ok.
Reply
"Nah, I'll be fine." Despite his words, he twisted underneath the thing, spitting and cursing at it. Fuck it all, it hurt, and even if he'd survived worse, it didn't mean he had to like it. Eventually, he managed to worm his way out, only worming consisted of repeatedly bashing it with his fist until it cracked. It was the Roronoa Zoro way of doing things. If something was in the way, you bashed at it until it was no longer in the way.
Back resting against a fallen pillar, he glanced down beside him to see a spray of blood and what he presumed to be a tooth. "Somebody else wasn't so lucky, though." A nap would be nice, but getting out of here would be nicer. He took a moment to carefully examine all three of his swords before looking back at Ken. "I think a bomb went off, or something. You know if this is in mob territory or not?" Looking around, he gave a disgusted sigh, accompanied by a curl of his lip. "Don't guess it matters."
Reply
"Sorry, I don't really pay attention to stuff like that. My job takes me all over the city so I kinda loose track. Why would someone wanna bomb this place?" He asked after a moment, settling down next to Zoro. He made a face, having accidentally set his hand down in a blood spray. "Oh...gross..." he wiped it off hurriedly on a table cloth.
Reply
"I dunno. Why would anybody wanna bomb the library? They did that too." Zoro remembered the librarian, who had seemed distraught. Wondered where she was now. Dead? That's where everybody seemed to be going: straight to hell. Or would have been, anyways, if Zoro had believed in a God. Which he didn't.
He eased himself to his feet, ignoring the fact that the back of his very white shirt seemed to have turned very red. A pity; it was a nice enough shirt, and Zoro didn't like wasting money on clothes. "We should try to get out of here," he said, pointedly regarding their surroundings. "Or see if anybody else is stuck in this mess."
Reply
Ken got up as well, trying in vain to brush off his pants. "Damn it. Figures. The one night I get off to think and this happens."
Reply
Well, Zoro hurt thinking about it. "You can cut it out with the mister, though," he said with a snort. Nobody called him mister. It sounded wrong, labeled on him. "I'm Zoro."
And somebody every person in this damn city, no, every damn person in the world would know that name. But not now. And not if they didn't get out before the rest of the building collapsed on top of them.
Reply
He had learned the best way around male ego was to be blunt. "I don't want you passing out or anything stupid like that while we're trying to find a way out of here." Ken's hands patted down his pockets, searching for his cell phone, but he groaned when he realized that it was in his jacket, which was sitting on his chair, which was now a pile of smashed debris.
Reply
"Look," he said, "I know how to deal with wounds. Right now, I don't want to open it to all the dust and shit flying around here, I wanna get the fuck outta here and I can take a look at it once I'm sure that nothing's gonna be splitting my head in half."
He strode over to the wall of rubble that he assumed was hiding the door and bashed his fist against it, twice. It was tempting to try to bash it in, but what if it was holding up the second floor? Then they'd really be in trouble. Damn. Goddamn it. Last thing he needed to do was to rip off his shirt and have some kid try to play doctor on him, especially when he had a shitload of wounds already present on him that he really didn't want anybody asking questions about.
Reply
"What is it with exploding restaurants lately, first the bug and now this place." Ken grumbled, instead turning his attention to the direction he thought the windows were in. His bike was in the parking lot...he really hoped it was still in one piece.
Thinking about that kept his mind off the fact that there were dead bodies in the rubble, and that it smelt like dusty blood in here.
Reply
A meeting at this bar seemed like an innocent enough routine procedure with the AMC, as they often chose random locations as to not be so trailed. Not Lauren's ideal place for a chitchat, but allthesame, she showed up and was currently walking through from the far bathroom when all hell broke loose. At least it sounded like it.
Rumbling, crashing sounds, lights exploding, screaming, concrete cracking -- then blackness.
Then there was something else.... banging? At first it sounded muffled, a fair distance away, until Lauren regained enough consciousness and opened her eyes. She began to cough, lungs filling up with air, only to inhale a cloud of dust and debris particles. Slightly disoriented, it took her a few seconds to get herself up from the floor carefully, ignoring the dull ache at the back of her head for the time being. Apparently she had blacked out during the... explosion?
The bangs were still being heard, and it was clear to Lauren that it was coming from nearby. "Hello?" she called, not even sure if anyone in her near vicinity was conscious- or alive.
When there was no direct response, Lauren began to move carefully through the pieces of wreckage towards the sound, distinctly avoiding a large beam and hanging wire, currently dangling from a part of what used to be the ceiling, shooting off little angry sparks. There was barely any source of light, which made it difficult to navigate, but she stumbled her way with as much of the mental floorplan she recalled of the place.
Calling out again, she soon attributed the banging to of been coming from a door on the side. She banged her fist on it in return, leaning an ear to listen for any reply. Trying the handle, of course, did no good. It barely budged, and Lauren could later guess that the collapse was probably putting excess weight on the doors hinges. Whatever the reason, it didn't seem to want to move on its own, so she began searching for something - anything - that could be used.
It seemed to no avail (almost slipping on splatters of blood and slicing her arm on broken glass)until she was able to find a piece of metal, some sort of railing. Lodging it between the door and the frame, she pulled back the opposite way with as much strength as she could muster right now, trying to off-set the weight on the hinges.
She couldn't be sure of how long because it seemed like forever, but eventually the door began to creak, and with one more frustrated groan, she threw all her weight into it and the steal slab swung open. Unfortunately, adrenaline overcompensated the fact that she was slightly injured and now exhausted, and she went falling through the doorway along with the door.
Reply
He peered out of the door she fell through, hopefully. To his disappointment, there was no obvious exit point there either. Oh well, an extra pair of hands would be useful in this mess. "Hey," he greeted the woman, crouching beside her. "You okay, everything intact?"
Thinking back to his first aid training as a kid, he found it to be sorely lacking. Are they conscious? No? Well kick the guy to make sure he's not just faking it. Still not conscious? Fuck, then you gotta lay him on his side and feel him down which'll make the both of you uncomfortable if he's conscious, and...
Yeah. Zoro hoped she was all right.
Reply
He knelt down to see if he could find out of she was awake or not. If she was dead, she wouldn't have been able to get that door open, right?
Reply
Fuck.
Lauren groaned, giving herself a quick second to collect her balance before she started to get up. She also appreciated not being kicked.
"Splendid," she replied once back on her feet, brushing any pieces of drywall or debris from her arms and legs distractedly, more annoyed with it than anything. Finally getting a better look at who was speaking to her, Lauren thought she recognized the two men standing there; there was something that registered though during the current mess no names were coming to mind. "Well, then, glad to see I'm not the only one left breathing."
Reply
Turning, he decided to cut to the chase. "Do either of you know the layout of this place? Or where the walls to the outside would be? If we can make our own exit, it'd be pretty damn useful, but I don't wanna bash in the wrong wall."
A frown flitted across his face, fleeting in its displeasure and unease. "Unless either of you have any ideas as to how the hell to get outta here?"
Reply
He watched the woman stand for a moment, making sure she wasn't going to topple right back over before he went to poke at the edges of the debris. Ha, trapped inside a destroyed building, wasn't this familiar? Oh well, at least it wasn't on fire. That would have been worse. He could deal with this.
"I just don't wanna bring more stuff down on top of us.
Reply
Leave a comment