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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 15:47:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 10, laura moon, location: pharmacy/liquor store, open, remy lebeau

Day 10: Pharmacy/Liquor Store - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Pharmacy/Liquor Store
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. Bottles of liquor rattled on shelves. Pills chuttered in the bottles of medication waiting to create prescriptions. Newspaper rustled on the front counter and then all fell quiet.

Then, as if giant feet had decided to play soccer within the store, some of the shelves of liquor and bottles of medicine rocked and fell. The sound of shattering glass was drowned out by the roar of one of the outer walls cracking in half and falling outward into the street. The roof split with the screeching of metal beams, rusted metal bars wrenching free and slicing downward into the shelves that were still upright. Anyone in their path would be knocked down and skewered before being buried beneath falling shelves of breaking liquor bottles or exploding containers of pills or possibly corrosive liquids.

As the rest of the roof came crashing down, anyone inside would be trapped in a near lethal cloud of alcohol and cleaning fluid as it pools on the floor of the store. Any pills that have exploded from the bottles will combine with the mess on the floor and also add to the dangerous concoction which will be as volatile a danger as a leaking gas main to anyone who is in this building.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-11 12:47 am UTC (link)

The thing about being the kind of undead that was susceptible to decay with access to only a tiny bottle of Norn water was that it severely crippled your ability to enjoy nice, sunny, hot days. They tended to accelerate decay, and that was incredibly inconvenient. She was already starting to go bad. Winter in Indiana had been fine, but the fluctuating temperatures were finally starting to have noticeable effects on her corpse. She'd noticed them yesterday, at the clocktower, when her shoulder and arm had begun separating. The staples that L had so wonderfully put into her to keep her together were no longer having the positive effect that they should have; the flesh was decaying around them.

She waited like Snow White in a glass coffin. Her skin was appropriately pale, her hair was sufficiently dark, and her face was as peaceful as that Disney princess's, if not more so. She was pale and dark and lovely all at once. And she was praying for a doctor to come. A prince wouldn't be doing her any good anytime soon; besides, she already had one. It was in the form of a sweet, brilliant detective...who she couldn't help. She'd known something was wrong with L yesterday, after he found Light, but he wouldn't talk to her. Not really talk to her. As such, she'd fallen silent inside of her glass and metal coffin, enjoying the stale and cool air that remained inside. She had felt him leave, but she had not stopped him. It was none of her business to dictate what he should do and where he should go. She wanted to talk to him, but she didn't know how.

Not saying anything was probably one of the best things that Laura could have done, for if L had stayed, he would have died. She felt the subtle rocking of the store, and she was not entirely bothered by it. Perhaps it was a trick of the place, something from that mysterious stranger in the journals, or maybe something, somewhere, had exploded. She'd remained still, waiting for her doctor to come and save her by putting her arm back on. How she wished that she'd known that her severed arm would be the least of her troubles!

The shaking was violent, and not even she was fast enough to avoid a natural disaster. Laura was inside of the store and inside of a case, so she was inside of a case in the store, a recipe for disaster. The glass on her coffin was the first thing to go, and it exploded with the violent shaking. Shards flew into her flesh, sticking in her arms (which were crossed over her chest) and her face. She didn't feel it, but when she opened her eye, the right one would not comply. Though she wanted to, she didn't have time to pull the shard of glass from her eye. The beer cooler tipped forward, and she was light enough that she was thrown clear, landing in a heap, though she quickly staggered to her feet.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-11 12:47 am UTC (link)

"What the hell?" she asked, hearing something creaking. She was barely able to stay standing. Making for a wall, she staggered enough to reach it, but the shelf collapsed, spraying her with glass and alcohol.

That was when she heard it, and not soon enough. She turned to see the source of the cracking and screeching noise, and she was met, quite literally with a piece of the ceiling. Her body made a sickening thud as she hit the wall, and one of the supports that used to hold up a shelf burst through the center of her chest. The beam had knocked her about like a rag doll. A pipe, which had probably been part of either the support or sprinkler systems, wedged itself into her left side. Looking down, she screamed out more in frustration. It had punctured her cleanly through, pinning her between the beam and the wall. She looked up, shelves falling around her, and the rest of the ceiling, the part that mattered, came crashing down on top of her. Then, she bowed her head and closed her eyes. She was buried in the disfigured remains of the Drug/Liquor store.

When the shaking stopped, Laura opened her eyes once more, or the one that would still open. The other was still pinned shut. Her arm, the one that had been stapled on, was completely missing. The chain around her neck had snapped, and her coin was tucked, safely, into her bra. Her clothing hung off of her body, slashed and gouged and soaked. That was one thing that she knew for sure: she was drenched in alcohol. The arm that had been attached with staples was completely missing. She had lost it at some point. It seemed that she had lost her day pack as well; the Norn water was gone. Inside, something sank and broke into a million pieces. Now, when she needed it, it was gone. Hearing fizzing, she looked around, noticing that pills and booze were everywhere, and they were mixing their deadly forms into something greater. It was then that she was glad that she was dead; the smell must have been awful.

One thought crossed her mind at that moment. "L!" she exclaimed, eyes wide. Pinned to the wall and looking like some sort of freakish voodoo doll, she began to get frantic. Where was he? Had the earthquake hit the entire village? "L! Where are you? Somebody come get me off this fucking wall!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Fuck!"