Maru's Various Charries (mm_maru) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-12-17 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | andras, cindy, fin |
Vine Square, early evening -- Cindy, Fin and Andras
It was almost time to knock off for the day when the tough little Russian who'd evolved into some sort of foreman as work went on burst from the basement and dove right at his coat hanging in the temporary office, where Cindy was ordering materials at the moment. He grabbed an icon -- some Holy Virgin, most likely the one from Kazan -- from the pocket and clutched it, taking a few deep breaths.
But before he could say anything, the rest of the workmen welled up the stairs and started babbling at once, sounding so scared and confused that Cindy took a crutch (it was a good day) and went down into the basement herself, where she hadn't been since work began on this part; she trusted Sergei to keep things under control
Only slightly less than half the builders followed her down, and when she arrived to where they said it was, she rather wanted an icon with her, as well.
Yes, she had understood correctly. Yes, hand. It were the bones of a human hand that were emerging from the shattered concrete of the basement floor, as if grasping for salvation.