Characters: All occupants of Hotel Pennsylvania
Content: The place where we lived is gone...so now what?
Location: Hotel Pennsylvania...hope you didn't live in a top floor
Time of day: Morning, during/after the attack
Warnings: Swearing and stuff getting stomped. Likely more.
This was bad. Renji ran down the street, dammit he knew he should have
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She wasn't about to go back in there, either. Let the fool sort out the rest. She was safe, and while she didn't exactly feel safe just outside of the building, she was a lot more content there than back inside.
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Without even bothering to change from her cami and shorts, she slipped on a pair of tennies and started to run down the stairs before she thought of something: Was Renji awake yet? Running back up the few stairs she'd made it down, she ran to Renji's room and started pounding on the door. "Renji! Renji are you in there?"
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Puffing her cheeks and making a face, she used his grip on her to her advantage and pulled her wrist towards her. "We can yell at each other outside... Let's get out of here," she added with a sense of urgency. He was right, the place was going to collapse any moment now...
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He got the two of them back outside and prayed to any higher beings out there that anyone else in the hotel was safe (he didn't know them personally but as a shinigami he worried about the safety of all humans since it was his job to protect them). Renji stared at the rubble where the great hotel had once stood, not realizing he had yet to set the girl down, "Shit."
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Layton looked up from his work on the desk to examine it curiously. It would stop shaking in a matter of minutes, wouldn't it?
But then it didn't. He pushed back his chair and was on his feet quickly, turning and bolting out of the room. This is what he was afraid of, and it was happening...there wasn't even enough time to make sure everyone was safe. Layton would have to check on that once he was outside.
The entire hallway was crumbling. He made his way out of the place rather clumsily, jumping over pieces of ceiling that were already starting to fall down and running at top speed down the stairwell. Within a few minutes he was outside. He made his way over to the other side of the street and looked about wildly, trying to see if anyone else had gotten out successfully.
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"Freudia! Thank heavens you're alright..." He caught up to her...but then realized: she was still recovering from her injuries, last he remembered. He looked at her sideways out of concern. "That is, you haven't gotten any newer injuries, correct?"
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And damn it all, having a fairly sizeable portion of one's ceiling on top of one's body HURT. He tried once more to shift the weight, and felt something give - unfortunately, it wasn't the rubble. Something was definitely broken in there, felt like a rib, maybe two. Last time he'd been hurt this bad... Come to think of it, he never had been. -Shit- this was bad.
Drawing the breath to scream hurt like hell, but there wasn't any helping it; if he didn't get help, he was gonna die. No doubt about it.
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The hotel was the closest to where she had been at the time of the attack, and so that's where she found herself, walking carefully over the destruction, keeping her eyes peeled for any signs of life. There seemed to be others around, making their way out. That was good. Maybe they didn't need the extra help. Still, it had been a fairly large building, and so she called out loudly at hearing the sudden scream. "Hey, who's down there?"
She tried to pinpoint where exactly from under the rubble it came from.
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The apartment had been flattened. He was certain of that. Why would one building be spared when all others had become dust? Everything inside that he'd gathered... That was gone too. Maybe he'd revisit the spot to see whether or not anything could be salvaged? Maybe there were a few stores he'd missed as well. Surely he hadn't gotten them all, and he hadn't picked things up on every trip he had taken ( ... )
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So, he settled on painful noises. Like screams, and grunts, and such-like. Not terribly creative, but then, he was being crushed to death.
"Y'know... this sort of thing is getting really old," he grumped, trying again to get a better point of leverage. "First day I woke up here, I met the damn crabs..." he continued, wincing as his ribs grated.
At about that point, the rubble shifted. A spike of pure, white hot PAIN shot through his body, and the prostrate young man gave out a scream that was pure agony as his entire field of vision bled to red.
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