Nichole 'Nick' Hensley (ticknickboom) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-03-07 12:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2013 [03] march, bea, nick |
WHO: Nick and Bea
WHAT: Injuries, rescues and dares gone wrong.
WHERE: Ossining.
WHEN: March 7th, 2020; Mid-Morning
RATING: Medium, maybe?
Everything had happened quickly, too quickly for Nick to realize just how fast things were going downhill on her. It all started with a dare, a stupid dare at that. But one she was determined to do, because as much as she tried to fool herself – she wanted Maddie to like her, wanted Maddie to respect her. This dare was just another piece in the puzzle of gaining Maddie’s approval, hopefully. A lava lamp that worked, that’s all she needed to find. Even got so lucky as to find some crystal selling mystic hippy shop in the second story of a building just off of what she assumed had been a high traffic street at one point in time. Terrified out of her mind, but still determined, Nick had gone out into the city, gone to that shop. The only indication that she wasn’t at Sing Sing anymore was the fact that she had signed out like everyone else had to. She didn’t tell Jake where she was going, because he would only try and stop her. Same with Rae, so the only people who knew she wasn’t even on the grounds would be whoever checked the sign out sheet for security. That was probably her second mistake, her first one being coming out here at all. But there wasn’t any going back now; she had the stupid working lava lamp. Only took jumping out of a second story window to escape a waker and probably a broken wrist to get it, but she had it. Now what? That voice - the one that knew she shouldn’t have been here – asked her. Nick mumbled a few curse words under her breathe as she sat huddled in a closet in some hardware store across the street, hiding out from the waker and a couple of shufflers she had seen down the street a ways. You can’t text. And she couldn’t because her phone was dead. So all that left her was the long rang walkie she’d swiped from the security office. “Let’s just hope I’m close enough to be heard,” Nick muttered to herself before holding down the call button on the walkie. “Hello, can anyone hear me?” She gripped the walkie tighter than she needed to. The only thing left to do was wait and hope that someone would hear her. Waiting sucks. She let her head fall back against the wall and tried to stifle any kind of noise she wanted to make. Her wrist was throbbing and if it wasn’t broken she knew it was at least sprained or fractured – either way there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d be able to function well enough with it to take out any attacking infected. Please find me. Nick’s gaze was fixed on the walkie, willing it to make some kind of noise. |