sena » 002

[carrying_hope]

Who: Sena Izumi and Ken Hidaka
Where: Running around the warehouse like ninnies...yes, it's yet another ZOMG RATS post.
Style: First 'cause we're lazy
Status: Semi-closed, ask if you want in // In Progress

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[insorrow]

[It's late. How late Ken doesn't know, but it feels like he's been trying to get out of here forever and all he sees is - more corridors, more rats, and outside the noises of the... the things out there and they're getting closer. He swears they're getting closer...

[Maybe he's just tired. That's it. Tired and stressed and wanting to drop and really... not at his best. It's getting to him. No, it's already got to him. Ken has given up looking for a room that's clear of rats and has largely given up trying to get a door or a window open so he can get out of this vermin-infested dump. What he's now looking for is something he can climb up on so that he can at least sit down without the goddamn creatures trying to eat the fuck out of him and he's not having a lot of luck with that either. So here he is, in the corridor, and he's only still on his feet because he's got that plank to brace himself with

[carrying_hope]

[Sena grits his teeth as he catches sight of Ken in the hallway, forcing his over-tired body and over-worked heart, still trying to recover from the fatal blow he'd taken only days ago, to move faster--if the guy with the knife sticking out of his gut is any indication he doesn't have to worry about dropping dead again. He skids through the furry, writhing, squeaking bodies, kicking them away with such force some of them smack into the wall clear on the other side of the hallway. Others are smacked away with the bloodied pipe clenched in one of Sena's trembling fists. His voice, when he speaks, is halting and gasping.]

I--I think it might've been better to stay in.

[insorrow]

What gave that away?

[Ken is far too tired for his words to have much, if any, bite. He simply sounds exhausted, essaying another swing with the bloodied stave that doesn't connect with anything. He lets his hand fall, the end of the plank hitting the ground with a dull thud, and tries to drag himself to something more closely approximating his full height. Shoulders heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, he gives Sena a tired smile. It really could do with being more reassuring, that smile.

[He can't remember the last time he felt so exhausted. Not since - God, probably not since that time in the scrapyard, that time they all nearly got themselves-- and this time it's just rats, that's all. Just rats. He should be better than this.]

How long've you been out here?

[Since Sena missed curfew too. But Ken's brain is too fogged with exhaustion to make the connection.]

[carrying_hope]

[The hand not currently occupied with a length of pipe goes to Sena's chest as his heart stutters again--he definitely overdid it. His vision was starting to go gray around the edges.]

Probably s'long as you.

[this so isn't good. Sena presses the end of the pipe into Ken's hands, reaching behind his back and fumbling for a moment or two with the clasp on the leather case holding his chakram before he manages to get it out and into his fingers--they don't want to close around the smooth handle, but he finally gets it and triggers the button that makes the two halves of the hoop slide into place.]