[06] Stop the world, I want to get off

Aug 03, 2009 17:31

Dovev wasn't quite sure how long the fall was - and he instinctively went for a roll even though Shirley (and in turn Schreber) still clung to him ( Read more... )

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heads_i_lived August 4 2009, 00:48:52 UTC
Shirley felt like she was in a clothes dryer, except it wasn't clothes on the tumble cycle, it was people. All she knew was that she felt dizzy, bruised, and -

oh lord. Oh lord.

"Er," Shirley says. Dovev's voice was under her, that means that she was on top of him. "Just bruised. Dr. Schreber?"

God, this was embarassing. More embarassing than the time she and Ryan had to pretend to be gardeners and use the worst possible fertilizer -

Wait. Ryan?

That was his name.

And Jack. Ryan, Jack, and Johnny. They're all at Curious Goods and they're waiting for her.

Shirley stops, and looks up at the sky. There are stars, and there are splotches of sunlight, as though a roof was cracking.

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dr_schreber August 4 2009, 01:08:27 UTC
Dr. Schreber wheezes and lets go and rolls off and that's a bad idea because when you are on top of a three person pile there is a little bit of a drop.

*Thwomp!*

At least he still has his cane but it goes clattering when he falls the second time. He wheezes and coughs and doesn't answer for a minute. His back hurts and his leg hurts and his ribs hurt too because people aren't as soft to land on as you might expect them to be. Dr. Schreber lives in pain all the time but this is worse and he is just going to take a minute to make sure nothing is broken and try to breathe.

The rats are gone or dead though. There are a few dead ones around.

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aliveonlyinwar August 4 2009, 01:13:06 UTC
Dovev sucked in his breath, trying to focus on something else to alleviate the pain. In, out, in. Once he's no longer wheezing, he moves to crawl out from under Mickey.

"...What, isn't that sunlight?" The man asked as he stared up at the sky.

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heads_i_lived August 4 2009, 01:25:24 UTC
"It's bright." she groans. It's... brighter than usual, too. She realizes that, the entire time, through all of this chaos, it's been dark.

"What... Can we untangle ourselves, first?" The irish accent is still trying to hang on for dear life, but failing.

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