Dagmar Niemi (devilswater) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-05 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-08-29, bella, dagmar, leif, satu |
They say the devil's water it ain't so sweet
Who: Bella, Dagmar and Satu
Where: Past the Broadway Bridge
When: 11:37am
Dagmar's ears weren't ringing. Not anymore. They had been for a little bit, but the ringing had faded away a little bit ago. What hadn't faded was the haze that she saw when she opened her eyes. It was like a film of red had leaked over her eyes and she hadn't been able to figure out for the life of her what it was until her limbs had remembered how to move. Then she'd been able to reach up and wipe away the wetness; blood. There was a gash opened on her forehead and the blood had trailed all over her face. Her outfit was going to be absolutely ruined if any of it leaked down. Or was it ruined already? Holding a hand to her forehead, hoping to keep the gash together the best that she could, Dagmar looked down at herself. Two arms, two hands, ten fingers. Two legs, two feet, twenty toes... Everything was there but there was something wrong. Sitting up had hurt and she could not see a reason for that. Dagmar wasn't a stranger to pain, it was impossible for it to be alien to her when she'd grown up with Jokull and that knife of his, but this wasn't a pain that she'd ever felt. It was inside and it wasn't sharp or burning. No, it was dull and deep, focused somewhere on her stomach. In her stomach? It was in her stomach. Lifting her shirt up tentatively, Dagmar's eyes widened when she saw a dark bruise forming on her stomach, spreading around her right side and back to where she couldn't see.
That wasn't good. Reaching out for the purse that had landed a few feet away when everything had exploded in sound and gravel and even blood, Dagmar managed to find her phone. The screen was cracked but at least it was still working. A quick text went off to her mother to tell her what had happened -- the bridge exploded? The road exploded? The whole goddamn fucking world exploded! -- and then another to Kajsa and Satu, asking where the hell they were. Hadn't Satu been right with her? Damnit, if she didn't come home with her sister then her mother was going to have her head on a frozen platter. No matter how much both of them said that Satu was old enough to look after herself Linnea didn't seem to hear. She was Dagmar's responsibility since Valterri had jumped off with some friends of his and god knew how trustworthy Kajsa was these days. She had been right there. Only... right there was some distance away. Wincing, actually hissing in pain, Dagmar managed to work to her knees and then her feet with the help of the car that she was pretty sure she had crashed into. It would explain the gash on her head that was bleeding into her eyes again. Blinking away the blood, she swayed, only just catching herself on the car before she went crashing back onto the ground. That dull pain had sharpened and she closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything else but it.
Screaming would probably help. "SATU!" Nothing. No one even looked at her, everyone seemed to be screaming for this or that person or for god to help them. God won't help you. "SATU RIVULET NIEMI!" That was such a unique name that there wasn't a chance in hell that anyone would answer on accident.