Sadie Thompson, Geokinetic (likepetrichor) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-12 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ! plot: horror, sadie thompson, sam thompson |
WHO: Sadie Thomson & Sam Thompson
WHAT: Yaaay, Sadie doesn’t have to be sad anymore!
WHEN: Monday afternoon, when the dreamers wake.
WHERE: Sleeping bay.
WARNINGS: Sibling feels.
STATUS: Complete.
SADIE: Sadie wasn’t, to her mind, the worst off of the people left behind, the ones left blissfully awake. She’d slept, some. There were others who were terrified of sleeping, who hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since Thursday night. That Swedish girl, for one, who barely budged from her friend’s side. Sadie, too, was a constant in the sleeping area - her one foray back to her room had resulted in a horrific nightmare she wasn’t eager to relive, so she caught her rest in fitful cat naps whenever her eyelids got too heavy to keep open. Tired though she was from keeping vigil by Sam’s side, there was no possible way she could sleep now. There was a tension in the air, though Sadie couldn’t pinpoint why - it was something about the way the staff looked at each other, seemed on edge, expectant. Something was happening, and so she sat, rigid with exhaustion and nerves, tugging on the dog tags she’d placed around her neck. The ball chain dug into her neck as she ran them back and forth, a buzzing metronome of worry. It was another sleeper she noticed first, as her eyes swept the room. Someone else jerked, and she stared, disbelieving. But no, they were waking up, and others too, and when the dog tags that had frozen in her grasp began to move on their own, she looked down to see that her brother was awake too. SAM: As the room stirred with waking bodies, so stirred the dog tags dangling from Sadie’s neck. The metal tabs began to float and bob of their own accord, acting as little harbingers of Sam’s consciousness as he struggled back to the conscious world. When he arrived it wasn’t with a flutter of eyelids but rather a deep, soulful gasp, his body suddenly spasming awake, eyes flying wide open. “Sadie--!” He managed to rasp, his throat dry from the days on an IV drip. Even as a patchwork pattern of scrapes and cuts began to open along his arms to mirror his dreamworld injuries, he lurched forward and threw them around his sister. “Oh, thank God!” SADIE: For all that she’d worried every possible outcome of the situation in her mind until every worst-case scenario was frayed at the edges, Sadie hadn’t really prepared herself for what she’d do if Sam woke up. It seemed too optimistic, or she’d be sent into a guilt spiral for every fantasy where she punched him for getting caught in a nightmare (like Valya shaking his brother, she wasn’t alone in this predisposition). At the very least, she didn’t burst into tears when she ran those brief scenes in her head. Now, she did. “Sammy!” she sobbed, falling unconsciously back into the habits of her nine year-old self, before military funerals and Evolved Humans and friends that were ‘bad influences’. Her big brother was back, and she didn’t have to be alone anymore. Her one saving grace was that only he could hear it, muffled as it was against his shoulder. “You’re back! You’re back,” she cried, tightening her arms around him. “I didn’t think you would be.” SAM: “I’m back, I’m here. Shhh, it’s okay.” Sam managed to reassure breathlessly, as he felt the sobs begin to unwind into his shoulder. One hand held his sister tight while the other smoothed down her hair reassuringly, but after a moment of support he pulled her back. His hands quickly cupped her face, checking for injuries - mildly ironic given how cut up he was. “Are you alright?” He demanded, a bit too sharply as he turned her head from side to side. He knew from Marine and Caleb that she hadn’t been sucked into the dream world, but that hadn’t prevented him from all sorts of horrific scenarios about his baby sister locked in IVI’s bubble with a free and empowered George Cooper. SADIE: “Am I all right?!” Sadie exclaimed, shocked that the thought had even occurred to Sam. “I wasn’t the one pulled into a nightmare run by a serial killer, jerk!” She swung a soft, half-hearted punch at Sam’s arm, only to finally notice the lacerations and bruises he’d accumulated. Her tear-stained face went from pink to pale and her hands flew up to cover her mouth. “Sam! Your arms!” In another bed, on another part of the room, someone screamed - whether in pain or horror at another’s injuries, Sadie didn’t know, but she started looking Sam over anxiously. “Where are you hurt? Is it really bad? I can go get a nurse!” SAM: “I’m fine.” Sam dismissed his injuries tersely, though when he went to make a gesture with his arm to show just how fine he was, he winced sharply and let it drop. It hung limp at his side as the sprain he’d suffered set in, but he wasn’t about to make any sort of deal about his injuries. “Where are the others? Clara was hurt, she got bit, she’ll need medical attention. And Kitoko, and--” He tried to get up from the cot, only to stumble on weakened legs, nearly bowling over his sister in the process. SADIE: “They’re fine,” Sadie barked, having not the slightest idea whether or not they were. “Sit down!” she ordered, bracing herself against Sam’s bulk and pushing against him, trying to force him back onto the cot. “Stop being the stupid hero for five seconds, okay? I’ll go check on people and get a nurse.” SAM: Sam collapsed begrudgingly back onto his cot, his weary face tight with the annoyance of being out of commission. “Clara and Kitoko, and Qamar.” He rattled off his requests for Sadie’s fact-finding mission quickly, “And Tanja, Jimmy, Kieran, Ethan, Brad.” He seemed satisfied with the list of people under his command, before perking up to add, almost guiltily, “And Mariana, okay?” SADIE: As Sam recited names, Sadie nodded, only barely bothering to commit them to memory. Probably the people she checked up on would be able to refresh it for her anyway - plus, no one had started wailing yet, so it didn’t seem like anyone had died. “Okay, fine,” she said, glaring at her brother for his stubborn, pig-headed, ‘I’m military and can tell you what to do’ way. But she couldn’t keep it up, and her face broke into the first real smile she’d had in days (it felt like weeks, really), and before she trotted off to do as he bade, she leaned in for another, tight, lingering hug. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered. And then she was off. |