Duke (ducere) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-06-04 00:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | kirley duke, melinda bobbin |
Who: Duke & Melinda (Marek is like /coma)
What: Visiting
When: Saturday FRIDAY night
Where: St. Mungo's
Status: Completed!
Warnings: Mild. Cursing, sadness, nothing really.
As soon as Duke landed by St. Mungo's, he figured apparating hadn't been the best idea. That extra tug on his entire body was enough to make him wretch in the alleyway, leaving others to think he was (as normally) too drunk or hungover. But his ear was fucking up everything on top of all these emotions - the kind he hated - that were just as strong as his positive ones; so the twist and turns of leaving one place and landing in another was just too much. But he wiped his mouth off and tried his best to work through it as he raced down the halls, vaguely checking faces for anyone else he knew that might be injured. Somewhere in his thoughts, he also wondered if Theo was around - but that wasn't as pressing as this.
He found the room as quickly as possible and paused outside the door, pulling his infamous leather jacket tighter around himself. It was some sort of comfort, not much, but a little. His face was all scrunched up in worry and sadness and having to deal with all the broken pieces of the world and everyone he knew. And he still didn't know who all had died...there was still the possibility of that hitting him later on.
With the bandage wrapped around his head awkwardly, he pushed the door open and walked in slowly, footsteps barely making a sound against the hard floor. Marek was there, lying unconscious - medically induced coma - but Melinda was awake. Duke's gaze paused on Marek, though, for a few heartbeats and then he found Melinda.
"Mel...inda," he breathed.