Izanami (inviting_sorrow) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-09-04 08:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | [minilog], izanami, persephone |
[Text Message to Persephone / Sent approx. 6:32 pm on Sept 3]
At hospital
not hurt much helpin out
you ok?
stay safe
[Paige had finished her shift at the Wellness Center when she heard the voices. She'd been making her way towards the general direction of Georgia St. for a take-out run when shouts of the very much alive and enraged protestors reached her ears. At first, she kept calm and left as fast as she could in the opposite direction of the riot, but their violence still dogged her steps as a flying piece of debris grazed her forehead, drawing blood and knocking her off balance. Luckily, she stumbled into a side-street near the hospital, where someone happened to look through the window and recognize her from the Wellness Center.
That person pulled her inside just in time as the crowds swelled into fully realized mobs, but the police were already working on barricades to keep them out of the hospital. Someone else checked out the cut on her head briefly and patched her up just enough before leaving to help someone else. The emergency room was already full and bursting with victims of the recent violence. Moans and cries filled the air like a stale perfume. So many injuries on incarnates and non-incarnate townies alike -- and for what? How easily people fell into the same old dance, she thought bitterly.
There wasn't need for a lab tech there, but Paige offered her help with organizing the waiting room and very basic first aid. She was just glad she could do anything to keep from feeling so helpless.
She remembered later to send a text message out to her roommate. Her hands were shaking then as reality began to hit her, and she knew the text wasn't up to her usual standards, but she sent it anyway just to get it done. All Paige could think about was how their apartment was on the first floor, and how Annabelle once noted how lucky they were not to have to carry Paige's luggage up the stairs...
Then the thunder began.
Paige swore - her manners forgotten - and dropped her phone. Unbeknownst to her, naveleater was out somewhere raising his own racket for his amusement. Voices of another sort began to vie for her attention with each clap of thunder.
"Mommy! Mommy, I'm scared!"
"I never got to say... I always wanted to tell you..."
"That lying bitch. That lying whore, I ought to..."
"Doctor, you said I'd have at least a year..."
"The window!"
Someone grabbed her arm, pulling her away again in time for Paige to miss another injury as a large chunk of mortar shattered the window of the waiting room behind her. She murmured, "I'm fine, I'm fine," but no one could mistake the fear behind her words. Anyone could tell that something was distracting her by how her eyes darted around the room, trying to follow the sounds of people long dead and gone. Sweat drenched her brow, but Paige shook off any further help.
"I need to sit down," was all she could say.
ooc: If your character is at the hospital, feel free to say he/she was one of the someones in the mini-log or had seen Paige there.