m a n n y c a s t e l l a n o s ✽ h y a c i n t h (deathbydiscus) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-06-16 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event], [minilog], apollo, hyacinthus |
[ Once the darkness had set in, Manny had thought it was a simple power outage and was content to sit on his bed and wait for it to pass. However, when the it became apparent that this was not going to go away so easily, he had dared crack his the door open and peek outside: only to be met with a horrible, gruesome creature leering at him. Barely able to force an audible cry from his breathless lungs, he had stumbled backward and slammed the door with great force. And from some part of the darkest depths of his mind, Manny's Roman Catholic upbringing crawled forward and he fell to his knees with the feeling that the end of the world was upon them.
If he remembered the prayers his parents had tried to drill into him between jealous outbursts he'd have began rattling them off then and there--but, alas, he was left with only whatever he could make up. And quite a few choice words in Spanish.
Much of the time thereafter was spent fighting the urge to vomit and fighting back tears; the Spartan in Hyacinthus would not allow for such weakness, but the defeated child in Manny wanted nothing more than to curl up, close his eyes tight and hide away from it all. But between frustration and terror, he had realized that this was affecting not just him and that sparked up one name first: Apollo. It really shouldn't have been a shock, though, as he did care quite a bit for the former god--and there came out that burning strength of a former Spartan, suddenly he was inspired to pick himself up (albeit still shaking and with jagged breath), find his phone and stumble out the door.
He had a plan: find Apollo, make sure he was safe, figure out the rest of it later. Clearly this was an excellent plan. It started first with a text. Nope. That didn't happen, he had tried to send something, but he couldn't see what he was doing and surely wasn't going to stop to figure it out. Instead he was going to opt for just showing up for now.
Then he realized, much to his own horror, that he was not wearing his helmet: and this brought Manny to a halting stop, freezing him in place. All it would take was one blow, one simple blow to the head and he'd be out cold on the ground, an easy victim to be mauled and devoured. He didn't want to be eaten by demons. Not now, not ever. Unable to get past this error he stayed precisely in that one spot and wished he hadn't failed so terribly. Oh, yes, he was definitely mentally kicking himself...to put it lightly.
Which was to say that, while scanning through his phone in a desperate attempt to call for help (and he wasn't going to call Apollo, not for help: Manny wanted to be the one to help him, not visa versa), he was relieved to see see someone willing to help. He didn't know who the kid was, but he had already pushed past his pride and requested help: there was no turning back now.
Thank God for Mal, too. Because without her, Manny wasn't at all certain he'd have made it as far as they did. He had spent the entire time squeezing her hand relentlessly and talking, simply talking to keep himself from thinking. Because thinking would only lead to panic.
After they had gotten settled at the Wellness Center (and he had finally stopped talking), Manny squished himself into a corner on the ground and pulled out his phone. He at least wanted to make sure Apollo was okay, even if he couldn't get to him right now. ]
[TEXT: APOLLO]
Are you okay?
Where are you?
You're not hurt, are you? Please don't be hurt.