i love this post.outcastinparisJune 25 2011, 00:45:00 UTC
[ She's woken by Djali's bleating of terror, nipping and butting against her bed, and in a moment, the gypsy's eyes snap open their alarmed turquoise. For a split second, she's frozen in fear, but as soon as she is, she leaps out of her bed, yanking the bedspread hard off of it. Then the sheet. That wouldn't be enough
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[Mr. Dragon here had snuck out of the gym to patrol a bit, to check on Hiccup's room, just to make sure there wasn't anything plotting to hurt his Tiny Viking. Paranoid? You bet.
He bristles at the scent of the smoke... it could have been another dragon, or something else he should know to use towards protecting Hiccup.
But that cry for help... it was a human. A human he didn't know. A memory of Hiccup sparring him back in Berk, releasing him from his bonds... because he could see how scared Toothless was, and felt just as frightened.
And now, another human was terrified. Something stirs within the dragon, and he charges down the hallway to see a girl, trying to open a box. He slows down and approches her warily... she was still a human, still dangerous, perhaps dragon-hating like most everyone else. His tail twiches and he paces side to side a little, wings held up over his head to make him look bigger. He growls inquisitively, eyeing the box she was trying to get into.]
what a coincidence finding you here! (no, seriously.)notsoscarynameJune 26 2011, 05:50:56 UTC
[It had taken him a little while to notice that Toothless was missing, but when he did, Hiccup automatically limped out of the gym in search for him. Which was kind of stupid in the mist, but Hiccup was NOT about to let Toothless out of his sight again.
Eventually, he hears a cry for help and notices smoke--that must be where Toothless is! He begins limping his way towards the smoke and the commotion, his leg still aching.
Finally, he gets there, and he stands with his mouth agape for a few moments before he begins gesturing wildly with his right arm--the only one that was really responding right now.]
Toothless, you--what did you do?! What's--oh gods! This--what do I--
[He doesn't even manage to finish his sentence because it's then that he spots Esmeralda. He makes his way over, trying to avoid getting burnt and, noticing what she was doing, begins to help her with the hose box. Despite having only one functional arm right now.]
[ Esme had fallen back onto the ground in fear. Never had she seen any living creature of this size! Coupled with the smoke, Toothless seemed huge in comparison. Next thing she knows, a boy. Toothless must be it's name. She jars the box open with his help and wrestles out the hose without thinking twice about his not working arm. Was he blaming---Well, she didn't know if it really was the dragon or not. Her sliced up (and very much still bleeding) feet would account for Toothless later.
Wrenching the hose closer to the searing heat of the fire, she goes for the valve to release the water. Though she isn't sure she can do both at the same time; holding the hose ad turning on a jetstream of water. Business now, talking later. ]
Could you hold this?
[ She means the hose. Turning the valve would be so much easier with both hands rather than one. ]
[Sinbad hadn't been around when the fire was occurring, but the smoke from where he was did alarm him. Whatever it was that caused the smoke had fortunately died out, but due more to his curiosity than anything else, Sinbad couldn't help but want to know what was happening. After wandering the halls of the floors he knew were around his, he eventually found Esmeralda's room.
It was in pretty bad...alright, it was in really bad shape. Scorch marks and burnt objects and ashes and smoke that fogged up the room. He coughed a little, pulling the top of his shirt to cover his nose and squinting his eyes before letting himself in.]
Hello? Anyone...
[He cocks his head and offers a hand to Esme, a little surprised to see her so dispassionate about whatever had gone on in here. He lets his shirt go and frowns a little.]
[ The only thing left smoldering in the room were the few books she owned, what looked like very old literature to begin with. Burned and black prom dresses lay sprawled on the bed, the bed quilt itself looked like it'd begun to feel the heat before the fire was put out. Lucky for her, her tambourine and most of her tapestries lay in the Arts building. However, more personal items like jewelry, mirrors and other accessories, her costumes and even older items, such as a scorched doll lay in the corner of the room, their fate lying with her better judgement on whether or not it was worth it to keep. She offers a humble smile to Sinbad. ]
Could be better.
[ Her tone is tired and her voice is a bit hoarse from the smoke. Already exhausted from what she's gone through. ]
[He gives a nod and then takes another look around. Now he can see more of the remnants she'd dug out, but it's not much. He wouldn't know what to do if his room had ever ended up like this, but he didn't have that many things he considered sentimental anymore.]
Need help? Looking for anything, I mean.
[He crouches beside her, not about to dive into her things unless she OK's it.]
[ Djali's asleep in the corner, even her breathing is uneven, and she isn't as much a steady sleeper as you would've thought. It's only a few moments until she stirs awake, wondering about this strange guy in her best buddy's room. ]
Only moving things out and away. In case it flares up again.
[ Meaning there's nothing in particular she's looking to save. If she had high hopes, surely they'd be shot down, like they were with the dresses, among the rest of her clothing. ]
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He bristles at the scent of the smoke... it could have been another dragon, or something else he should know to use towards protecting Hiccup.
But that cry for help... it was a human. A human he didn't know. A memory of Hiccup sparring him back in Berk, releasing him from his bonds... because he could see how scared Toothless was, and felt just as frightened.
And now, another human was terrified. Something stirs within the dragon, and he charges down the hallway to see a girl, trying to open a box. He slows down and approches her warily... she was still a human, still dangerous, perhaps dragon-hating like most everyone else. His tail twiches and he paces side to side a little, wings held up over his head to make him look bigger. He growls inquisitively, eyeing the box she was trying to get into.]
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Eventually, he hears a cry for help and notices smoke--that must be where Toothless is! He begins limping his way towards the smoke and the commotion, his leg still aching.
Finally, he gets there, and he stands with his mouth agape for a few moments before he begins gesturing wildly with his right arm--the only one that was really responding right now.]
Toothless, you--what did you do?! What's--oh gods! This--what do I--
[He doesn't even manage to finish his sentence because it's then that he spots Esmeralda. He makes his way over, trying to avoid getting burnt and, noticing what she was doing, begins to help her with the hose box. Despite having only one functional arm right now.]
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Wrenching the hose closer to the searing heat of the fire, she goes for the valve to release the water. Though she isn't sure she can do both at the same time; holding the hose ad turning on a jetstream of water. Business now, talking later. ]
Could you hold this?
[ She means the hose. Turning the valve would be so much easier with both hands rather than one. ]
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It was in pretty bad...alright, it was in really bad shape. Scorch marks and burnt objects and ashes and smoke that fogged up the room. He coughed a little, pulling the top of his shirt to cover his nose and squinting his eyes before letting himself in.]
Hello? Anyone...
[He cocks his head and offers a hand to Esme, a little surprised to see her so dispassionate about whatever had gone on in here. He lets his shirt go and frowns a little.]
You alright?
[Yeah. I'm sure she looks it, Sinbad.]
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She offers a humble smile to Sinbad. ]
Could be better.
[ Her tone is tired and her voice is a bit hoarse from the smoke. Already exhausted from what she's gone through. ]
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Need help? Looking for anything, I mean.
[He crouches beside her, not about to dive into her things unless she OK's it.]
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Only moving things out and away. In case it flares up again.
[ Meaning there's nothing in particular she's looking to save. If she had high hopes, surely they'd be shot down, like they were with the dresses, among the rest of her clothing. ]
But if you want to help, I'd...I'd like that.
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