Re: Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha
If Eddie knew how to speak bird, it was a new and surprising skill. Though, it was sort of the same way people spoke to dogs, so she'd like to believe that he didn't actually know. But knowing Eddie? This was legit. He just spoke cartoon bird now. Of course he did. And that bird could get them back to the theater? Sure. Okay. Why not? It looked like the theater, after all. It was no less weird than the big awesome eagle melting into the screen, right? If she didn't trust Eddie implicitly, this would be rather unsettling.
The pull towards the opening was loss of gravity and rush of roller coaster and it felt like home. That she didn't expect. The falling she also didn't expect. A few knocks of branches against the back of her head, and it sent her dizzy into a spiraling collapse that would have been fun if it wasn't through the trees. BAM! POW! KER-SPLAT! CRACK! Then the falling suddenly stopped. Sasha had landed. Face first. Into the muck.
Her nose twisted to the side, broken grotesque from her face making a rather impressive pancake impression against a half-buried rock. There was a blinding white light at the sudden snap of cartilage and Sasha helplessly rolled over onto her back with a groan. Except onto her back involved sinking into the watery mud and that pained groan was quickly muffled by a sick mixture of blood and the filthy bog gunk inhaled into sinuses and lungs. Her body flopped and convulsed like a magikarp to keep from drowning, causing only slightly less noise in the swamp than a herd of stampeding horny elephants. She coughed and hacked and flailed and splashed, struggling to find a place to be able to get out of the soft mud. It did not help anything that the broken nose made her completely nauseated, so even as she sputtered back above the algae carpeted mess all that vodka she drank finally decided to evacuate Exorcist-style.
Mud-caked curls were peeled back from her face, and she crawled to the nearest tree to flop against the trunk. Exhausted and spinny drunk did not make for the best line of thinking, and her mind was still trying to piece together the fact that they were in the swamp still and not in cheesy car seats. Her face was throbbing pain, blurred vision that faded in and out, but she could hear. Yes, she could hear something about alien technology. No, she didn't quite know where it was coming from. Of course, Sasha was pretty sure he'd be on the ground, too. She was mistaken, as she often is, and so when there was a rustle of the bush nearby assumption was that it was Eddie. "I dink I boke bye dose," she said to the figure that was approaching. Too bad the answer was a loud roar given by some vine covered creature.
Her eyes shot wide, and she really wished she had the gun this time. There was no time for her escape. Not in her state. "EDDDDDDIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Sasha screamed as she was dragged off, both of her legs held securely by the monster to keep her from escaping no matter how she fought. And, oh, she fought, in spite of the fact that she was still hacking algae out of her lungs and her Idol Maker jacket getting filled with mud the more she was hauled through the swamp.