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[Thread] WEEE-OOH WEEE-OOH WEEE-OOH [EVERYBODY IN!!!]

Feb 06, 2009 16:45

The smoke had taken a while to penetrate the heavy old doors that shut the basement laundry away from the rest of the dorm building, and by the time it finally reached a smoke alarm that actually worked the blaze was firmly ensconced. What had started as a small electrical fire was rapidly spreading, lapping hungrily at the coils of wires at the ( Read more... )

thread, ohshit, everyone in!

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heavenly_notes February 6 2009, 04:07:07 UTC

Despite the smells and noises, Tenten was still firmly asleep. In fact, the only change to her dream (not one for the kiddies, sadly, as there were no unicorns at Camp Crystal Lake) was that Jason Voorhees now smelled suspiciously like burning cable, and not like swamp goo. Tenten was willing to not mention it, if it meant that the psycho killer would conveniently forget that she was hiding beneath the cellar stairs, hardly breathing.

She squeezed her eyes shut and curled herself into a firmer ball, trying to not breathe in the overpowering smell of melted wires or the smoke that billowed up hellishly from the floor of the cellar.

Outwardly, the musician pulled her thick coverlets over her head and sank down into a ball, trying desperately to get more sleep. She had an 8AM class to go to, after all...

twice_blooming February 6 2009, 04:20:27 UTC

The very second that the fire bells had started screeching, Lee was on his feet and racing outside. Fire bells meant fire meant GET OUTSIDE, NOW. Years of training at school told him exactly what to do.

His squirrel-patterned pyjamas were not much protection against the freezing February night air, but Lee hardly even noticed. Dark brown eyes scanned the gathering crowd of frightened, bewildered people with increasing franticness. He'd not noticed on his automatic charge from the dorm room, but he was sure that Tenten ought to be ought here by now...

"TENTEN!" he boomed desperately, and bit his lip when he received no reply. You were never supposed to go back into a burning building. Lee knew that. But you also did not, under any circumstances, leave a friend behind. With an anguished yell, the breakdancer retraced his steps, praying to a thousand ancient gods that Tenten would be okay. That everyone would be okay ( ... )

heavenly_notes February 6 2009, 04:32:03 UTC

Jason Voorhees had caught up with his little Asian prey and now she would have to fight back.

For someone so deeply asleep, Tenten really shouldn't have been as fast as she was. Her small fist curled and cracked her oldest and best friend in the jaw with Bruce Lee-worthy speed.

"M'AWAKE!" she shouted in sleepy, half-slurred Cantonese. What the hell was Lee doing waking her up so early? And why did it smell funny? Tenten rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "What's wrong?"

twice_blooming February 6 2009, 04:53:29 UTC

There was no time to let the stars fluttering in his vision distract him. Lee began to tug Tenten from her bed, hoping that she was wearing something decent - did they have a moment to grab her coat? He didn't want her to freeze, but he wanted even less for her to burn - and pointing towards the door.

"The building is on fire! Hurry, we must get back out!!"

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enjoyth3silence February 6 2009, 04:12:49 UTC

Sasuke had the foresight to schedule his classes for the earlier part of the day. Classes in the morning, practice by afternoon, evenings with his synthesizer or records. Or at Obito's house, where he increasingly preferred to stay. The cats needed company in their new home. And sometimes he thought ( ... )

candiedxcherise February 6 2009, 05:56:13 UTC

Sakura had been at the library since five, she hadn’t noticed how late that it had gotten. She’d skipped dinner again so she was a little bit hungry, but that wasn’t an issue she could get someone to make herself a snack, or pour herself some cereal. She was on her way back to the dorm when she smelt something that made her nose wrinkle in disgust. It was the same smoky smell that she remembered from when the oven had caught fire, but she was outside how was that even -- Oh God.

She started running and as she got closer to the dorms she heard the fire alarms. Her eyes widened as she saw flames licking at the side of the school coming from the basement, smoke was curling into the sky and her mind raced. First she was infinitely glad that Sasuke moved the kittens to Obito’s house and then she realized that HER baby was still inside. Then it hit her that no one else was outside, which meant they were still insideIt was hard to even think of calming down but she did her best. She knew, first and foremost that in the case of the fire you ( ... )

enjoyth3silence February 12 2009, 02:47:57 UTC

Sasuke was just contemplating the black smoke- like a normal person, he thought sourly- when Sakura threw the door open and started yelling at him.

He paused, his hand going instinctively to his pocket. He looked from the smoke, to her. Yes, of course the building was on fire. He glowered.

"I'm deciding." he muttered. Meaning, of course, which of his instruments could be saved. He pictured complicated insurance forms he'd read cover to cover and then signed, but there were some things he didn't want to replace. He couldn't. He walked past her, stepped over some mess of girl things that probably belonged to the loud blond girl Ino, and hefted a large black zip case from the closet. His favorite set of hammered brass cymbals.

Anything else? He shifted them under his arm. Right- drumsticks. They weere more complicated than they looked, and he had his favorite pair. They were not interchangeable, he thought grumpily. "We need to get out of here quickly," he added, tucking a few other small percussion devices into his ( ... )

candiedxcherise February 15 2009, 21:03:23 UTC

He made his grumpy face at her and she rolled her eyes clutching her violin case to her chest. 'Deciding' he told her and she wondered why he hadn't started throwing his things out the window, it wasn't that far to the ground. It wouldn't matter if the glass broke either since the entire building was going to have to be rebuilt. God. Even in a situation like this Sasuke was calm, and she wondered if he was panicking like she was on the inside. Probably not by the look he was still giving her, sometimes she just wanted to knock some sense into him!

Closing her eyes as he moved over to the closet Sakura tilted her head back, this was all too much. She was finally starting to feel the heat from the blaze and it was making her more nervous by the second, maybe she shouldn’t have come back in. Inner Sakura muttered that she was damn stupid for doing this, because unlike a violin (even though this one was special) she couldn’t be replaced. The logic made sense, but Sakura had never been well trained at making ‘in the moment’ decisions ( ... )

ladiesride4free February 6 2009, 04:46:41 UTC

"OH, FOR FUCK'S FUCKING SAKE." Kiba cursed loudly as the noise woke him up - he'd finally managed to get to sleep, which was an increasingly difficult task to accomplish when he was sleeping alone in his own bed. Now he was going to have to get there all over again--

The ringing sound suddenly made sense to his tired brain, as did the stampede of running feet. And the distinctive smell wafting into the room.

"FUCK! We're fucking on FIRE!"

All at once he was completely awake and on his feet, waiting a few brief seconds to try and discern more of the situation at hand. A hurried check of the door revealed that it wasn't warm, and therefore it was unlikely that the fire was raging right outside, but Kiba still felt a certain urgency as he peered around the night gloom, trying to remember if Shino and Hinata had been home when he'd gone to sleep, and if they were still here now.

wall_fleur February 6 2009, 08:24:20 UTC

The alarm was muted by the pillow and blanket she'd pulled over her head during the night, but the shrill noise still managed to penetrate her dreams. The bird circled down, down, down, talons outstretched and ready to consume--

She peaked her head out from beneath the mess on her bed slowly, blinking back sleep and confusion. Had someone pulled the fire alarm again? It hardly seemed worth it, to scramble out into the cold of mid-winter only to shiver and hug oneself, futilely struggling against the biting breeze.

Hinata saw a movement in the dark of the room, and the smell of smoke reached her nose. This was no joke, not mischief or misplaced rebellion. The building was on fire.

The blanket and pillow flew off the bed as she half-fell half-jumped out of bed and clumsily managed to land on her feet.

"Kiba? Shino? Is this...oh no..." Her murmurs were mostly lost amid the voices and thuds of feet in the hallway outside. She groped for someone to anchor her to a land of safety, be it one of her roommates or her coat.

ladiesride4free February 6 2009, 09:01:24 UTC

"Here," Kiba said instantly, reaching out towards her voice and taking a step to it. "Hinata, are you dressed? We need to leave. We need to leave now."

Fuck it, he didn't even know where the fire was. Above them? Below? All around? No, it probably wasn't that bad. The screams would be shriller, and the noise would be louder. But this was bad enough all by itself. A thought choked him - where was the fire in relation to Tem? - and Kiba throttled it off. He had to get out himself before he could worry about anybody else.

And God curse the retard who thought that putting small windows in so students couldn't climb out was a good idea...

wall_fleur February 13 2009, 22:29:37 UTC

His voice was the lighthouse of noise she needed, and her right hand tightly gripped his shirt.

"I'm dressed," she said, knowing it wasn't necessarily true, but it was truer than if she were as naked as the day she was born. She had a big long-sleeve Tinkerbell shirt on with a flimsy pair of shorts, but Hinata preferred a hypothermia to dying in a fire.

The dramatist lives in extremes. But even so...

"Let me get my shoes." She gathered them, mentally trying to prepare herself for the outside. "Is Shino....in?" No one could sleep through this sort of noise, could they?

Then again, Shino was...well, different. And perhaps he slept with earplugs. He was living with Kiba, after all, and during the late nights there were the occasional noises which...well, could be awkward.

hypodermicblues February 7 2009, 00:49:48 UTC

Another late night - his third in a row, although this last one was his own fault. Genma rubbed at the scruff on his cheek, then pulled out a pack of smokes with a yawn. He could've been home over an hour ago if his damn chair hadn't been so damn comfy. The impromptu nap left his head fuzzy, and he stood staring at the parking lot trying to conjure up some vague image of what his car was supposed to look like.

A chilly breeze blew out his match before it reached his cigarette; the second one followed suit. By the third match he'd only managed to singe the end of the little shit, and his muttered curses were growing more and more vulgar. When the fifth match fell to the sidewalk he stamped mercilessly on the thing just to make sure the Universe knew just how pissed off he was getting ( ... )

lookoveryondah February 7 2009, 01:16:49 UTC

The fire alarm couldn't put a dent in Haku's drug-induced slumber, sneaking in only as a faint annoyance hidden somewhere in his dreams. It wasn't until the smoke was pouring in thick that he was jolted awake, jarred by his own heavy coughing and some godawful screeching noise coming from the other side of the room. He tried to free himself from his covers, but his limbs weren't responding quite right yet, and he instead slid off the bed to a sitting position on the floor, still wrapped in his sheets ( ... )

inb4somnia February 7 2009, 01:39:02 UTC

Music through headphones turned up far too loud and a pillow shoved over one's face went a long way towards blocking out the rest of the world. Gaara let the tinny noise from the cheap Walkman rattle through his mind while he got the next best thing to actual sleep. He was halfway through First We Take Manhattan when he felt something ice cold trickle across his stomach - ice cold until his brain caught up with his nerves and he realized it was really fucking hot. He scooted off the bed in a flash, landing nimbly on the balls of his feet, crouching, even as he was trying to brush the little sparks off his chest. An answer to his question, "What the fucking hell?" followed almost immediately, and he saw the corner of the ceiling turn black, then red, then a bright orange and white before a good chunk of it opened up and dumped itself on his bed ( ... )

finger_walking February 15 2009, 01:17:31 UTC

Temari was exhausted by the time she finally hit the snow, Naruto’s stupid fucking shit dropped unceremoniously in her absolutely fury with him. Her own guitars were still in her third story bedroom and the knowledge was gutting, but she knew that her life was the most important possession she had. And she knew that Obito would agree, which is why Velma was still in her case under her bed.

The flashing lights of the arriving fire trucks glowed on the snow, but the blonde paid no attention. Now that Naruto, Anko and Sasuke were safely out of the building and had no more fucking excuses to run back into the smoke, she had fresh concerns. A quick scan of the terrified bodies scattered across the yard outside the door ticked name after name of her list. There was Kankurou smoking in the parking lot with Yuya and some of the other smokers; there was Kiba huddling with Hinata. There was…oh god, where the fuck was Gaara ( ... )

lookoveryondah February 16 2009, 07:04:07 UTC

Haku's shoulders loosened in a cool rush of relief when he heard a clear voice addressing him and he nearly laughed out loud when he finally made out Temari's form through watery eyes. If anyone could handle Gaara, it was her. And if there was anyone who clearly couldn't... well, Haku really wasn't that much smaller than he was, but the redhead somehow managed to be one hell of a lot stronger, as Haku's bruised ribs could attest. Letting go of the comforter, he shuffled on hands and knees to give Big Sister better access to her little psycho duckling.

He didn't get far before the blanket fell away, and he could see that Gaara's hands eerily resembled the one time Haku had attempted barbecue. The stuffed mongoose he seemed so desperate to save kept falling from his fingers and the melting plastic stuffing was only making the damage worse. Deciding to take a risk (and hoping to god this wasn't going to make Temari's job any harder) Haku yanked the pillow case off of a stray pillow and used it as a sort of potholder to wrap up ( ... )

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