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Characters: Gakupo, [OPEN after he gets to the infirmary]
Location: A nearby road at the start, Infirmary after
Content: After yet another talk with Alto, Gaku is feeling distracted and depressed. Not the best conditions to go driving in, especially during the winter...
Format: Whatever you feel like. Using third person prose for the accident.
Warnings: Car accidents are messy. Also angst.
Gaku sighed quietly to himself, the noise barely heard over his blasting stereo. His iPod was on random, but it seemed to have an odd affinity for the depressing and introspective at the moment. He had gone in to town to clear his head, but of course it had done nothing for him, and he figured the best thing he could do was go back before Gumi came looking for him and started to worry when she found him gone from his room.
But the distraction was still there, all those thoughts running through his head, interspersed with memories he was trying so damn hard to forget. The scenery kept passing by as a blur as he cruised down the mostly dark back road that led to the institute. It wasn't completely unused, but usually pretty empty.
Deciding he'd had enough of his music mocking him, he reached down for his iPod, unaware that his other hand had shifted on the wheel and caused it to shift just enough for his car to start drifting in to the other lane.
Some where ahead of him, a horn honked loudly. Gaku jerked his head around, eyes going wide as he realized he was not only in the wrong lane, another car's lights were bearing right down on him. Instinctively he yanked the wheel back, but the other car still clipped his side mirror, squealing to a halt as it did so.
Gaku's car, however, hit an ice patch in the road from his wild over-correction, causing the whole thing to start spinning out. Panicked, Gaku held tightly on to the wheel, trying to yank it back the proper direction but failing. The next thing he knew he was over the shoulder, and everything was spinning, tumbling around, glass exploding as metal screeched and groaned. Somewhere along the way the air bag went off in his face, only adding to his disorientation. Sound cut out completely in his ears, pain shot up his right leg and left arm, and he blacked out before the car ever stopped rolling.
Some time later, he did manage to come to long enough to hear muffled, distant sirens and hear some one trying to call out to him, but he couldn't answer. The acrid taste of blood was thick in his mouth, there was more running from his forehead, and his entire body was just a mass of dull ache. He tired to stay awake, but he couldn't even focus on that.
All he could think about was his family... both back home and at the institute.
What happens if I die out here...
Location: A nearby road at the start, Infirmary after
Content: After yet another talk with Alto, Gaku is feeling distracted and depressed. Not the best conditions to go driving in, especially during the winter...
Format: Whatever you feel like. Using third person prose for the accident.
Warnings: Car accidents are messy. Also angst.
Gaku sighed quietly to himself, the noise barely heard over his blasting stereo. His iPod was on random, but it seemed to have an odd affinity for the depressing and introspective at the moment. He had gone in to town to clear his head, but of course it had done nothing for him, and he figured the best thing he could do was go back before Gumi came looking for him and started to worry when she found him gone from his room.
But the distraction was still there, all those thoughts running through his head, interspersed with memories he was trying so damn hard to forget. The scenery kept passing by as a blur as he cruised down the mostly dark back road that led to the institute. It wasn't completely unused, but usually pretty empty.
Deciding he'd had enough of his music mocking him, he reached down for his iPod, unaware that his other hand had shifted on the wheel and caused it to shift just enough for his car to start drifting in to the other lane.
Some where ahead of him, a horn honked loudly. Gaku jerked his head around, eyes going wide as he realized he was not only in the wrong lane, another car's lights were bearing right down on him. Instinctively he yanked the wheel back, but the other car still clipped his side mirror, squealing to a halt as it did so.
Gaku's car, however, hit an ice patch in the road from his wild over-correction, causing the whole thing to start spinning out. Panicked, Gaku held tightly on to the wheel, trying to yank it back the proper direction but failing. The next thing he knew he was over the shoulder, and everything was spinning, tumbling around, glass exploding as metal screeched and groaned. Somewhere along the way the air bag went off in his face, only adding to his disorientation. Sound cut out completely in his ears, pain shot up his right leg and left arm, and he blacked out before the car ever stopped rolling.
Some time later, he did manage to come to long enough to hear muffled, distant sirens and hear some one trying to call out to him, but he couldn't answer. The acrid taste of blood was thick in his mouth, there was more running from his forehead, and his entire body was just a mass of dull ache. He tired to stay awake, but he couldn't even focus on that.
All he could think about was his family... both back home and at the institute.
What happens if I die out here...