Keane (takeitoutonme) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-29 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | keane, keane and res, res |
all in a hard day's work
Who: Res and Keane
When: Around 1ish
Where: All over the place
Res had just finished dragging someone out of the pool when everything stopped and stilled. She froze, afraid moving or blinking might fucking jinx it. But it soon became apparent that it was actually and honestly over. Taking what felt to be the first true, deep breath she'd had in hours, she allowed herself to fall onto her ass, and then onto her back on the stage to stare up at the ceiling. She was lying on something odd-shaped and uncomfortable, but right now she could care less. "...Tell me that didn't really happen."
Keane had followed Res' lead, and was lying on his back next to her, trying to catch his breath. Thought really hadn't been a part of the process for the past -- what was it, anyway? Hour or so, at least, and now that he was thinking it was all quite disturbing. "You've got more lives than a cat, Res."
Res covered her face with her hands and laughed, a truly exhausted sound. "If I did, I just used up eight of 'em." Sure as hell felt that way. Every part of her body, from her fingertips to her toes, ached and throbbed. She still felt as if she had touched an electric fence, and her arms especially were covered with bruises and cuts - most of them from other people's hands as she had tried to help them out of the water. Fuck, had that really happened? She swallowed hard and tried to clear her head. "You okay?"
"...Could use a beer." Keane answered. Or a hammer between the eyes. Whichever was easier, and at the moment, that was probably a coin toss. He shrugged. "I'm okay." He hurt, fuck did he hurt, but he was in one piece. "You okay?"
Res laughed again, and reached for Keane's hand to squeeze it. And so help her, if anyone else saw that she'd drown the fuckers herself. She was allowed a moment after what--the-fuck-ever it was they had just survived. "I'm okay." she confirmed. "...How's my guitar?"
Keane grinned and squeezed back, before attempting to look around them and spot their instruments. Bits of Chesh's drumkit were everywhere, the snare drum had somehow found its way into the pool, and a microphone had somehow and perhaps magically managed to get strung up over a door. But he could see his bass and Res' guitar, left more or less where he had initially thrown them when he'd taken them off, wedged between a few amps. It was rather a poetic image, actually. He smiled and lay back down. "Wet, and in need of restringing. Your guitar has just as many lives as you do."
"Remind me to take it skydiving someday." Res replied, sighing. She still hadn't let go of Keane's hand. Shit. "Chesh haul ass?"
"Oh yeah." Keane confirmed. "I think I spotted him in the hall, helping out the people we got out of the water. But as promised, he was gone with the first splash."
"Fucker." Res said, snorting. "He can pick up his own shit, then." she added, as she forced herself to let go of Keane's hand and sit up. Oh, that was not happy. Any minute now it felt as if her body would lock up and refuse to move for a few days. "I feel... like I just took on the Detroit Red Wings in a bar brawl slash orgy. While rigged to a car battery."
"Sounds like a Jason Statham movie." Keane replied, forcing himself to sit up as well. "Maybe you can sell the rights when we get off this floating timebomb." He looked around the room, watching crew members running in every which way to help people out. When one ran past towards them, he nodded in greeting. "Hey, what's the word?" he asked.
"We're not sure yet -- must have hit a freak storm." the crew member responded. "Whatever it was, it's passed us now. We're taking emergency injuries to the medical station, and having anyone else needing to see a doctor wait in Apollon Grace. We'll let you know answers as soon as we have them. Do you need any assistance?" Upon their dismissal, he scurried away.
Res looked back at Keane, and ultimately shrugged again. "Well, let's get our shit and go." she said, before grabbing a hold of one of the large amps and pulling herself to her feet. Now if I were a guitar case, where would I be... ah yes, floating. Res took a step off of the stage and leaned over to fish it out of the pool.
Keane laughed and followed her lead, deciding not to point out that it was a little crazy to worry about their shit right now. Fuck it. He was too tired, and his poor bass really had suffered enough abuse for the evening. His guitar case being a little easier to find, he strapped in his bass and helped Res do the same with her guitar. "You wanna go wait to see a doctor?"
"Fuck, no." Res answered, closing the case, and then doing the same with her acoustic. She was really glad she'd elected not to use a keyboard this show. "Do you?"
Keane grinned and shook his head. "No." he answered. "Do you wanna go downstairs and pass out for a few hours?"
"Yes, please." Res confirmed, smirking as she put one case on her back, and picked the other one up. Ugh, the last thing she wanted to do right now was lug these things around. "Lead the way."
Keane turned and hopped off of the stage, and held out a hand to help Res do the same, though he knew she probably wouldn't take his help right now. Then he headed into the hall, in the general direction of the elevators and stairs. "...Do we trust an elevator right now?" he wondered aloud.
"...Wow. That is a question, isn't it?" Res replied. She thought about it a moment and shrugged. "Fuck it, I've already pissed in Death's eye once today. Let's make it a double." she said, hitting the button for an elevator with her elbow. And even that hurt. Yeah, the elevators better be working, because the stairs were not happening. She liked a good adrenaline rush, and yes, she was a junkie, but dammit, she liked it on her terms.
Good for him. And thankfully, the elevators did work, though the cheery elevator muzak was desperately close to crossing The Line. After hitting the button for their floor, he leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. "...Good show." he said, looking over to Res.
Her posture matching Keane's, she met his eyes and nodded, managing to keep a straight face. "Yeah. Good crowd. I liked that bit you changed in your solo."
"Ah, how kind of you to notice." Keane replied, grinning as he looked back at the doors. "You notice that guy in the back that was reading?"
Res sighed heavily. "Yeah, but I pulled him out of the water by his hair, so I think we're even." She'd realized it was him maybe twenty minutes after she'd saved his no-good ass, and had sort of wished she'd left him in the water.
"Fair enough." Keane agreed. The elevator stopped on their floor with a happy ding, and Keane tried not to drag his feet as they headed for their rooms. Walking was slowly feeling more and more like fighting against the current of a raging river. "All in a day's work then." he said, as they reached their rooms. "G'night, Res."
Res smirked a bit as she opened her door. "Night, Keane." she returned, before stepping inside her room and dropping her guitars in the hall. All in a day's work.