Re: [Quicklog: Louis/Peggy]
[The door shut, though whether he did it consciously or not was up for debate, since he neither turned around nor made any gesture toward it as they ran. He stumbled as they went, but never fell. Staying on his feet was a tricky thing as the camera feeds continued to flicker in and out.
There was chaos on the platform as people tried to get back up to street level, and the emergency lighting had come on. Something about the trains? The system rebooting? He wanted to know more, and immediately regretted it - his ears filled with the sound of police radio chatter, deafeningly loud. Here came a stumble - no, no, he didn't want that - and it was gone again, quick as a radio dial clicking off.
They were almost to the ladder when the slow cycle revealed figures moving down the steps. They were fast, fast enough that he only saw them for an instant on (stairwell) and then they were a blur on (platform), hopping down onto the tracks.] Someone is coming. [Spoken distantly, but without faltering. She insisted they climb, so he gripped the ladder, halting a moment as the camera feed obscured his view of the rungs.] Damn it.
[As it became a nuisance it was gone again, instantaneous, like the radio chatter. He gave a short sigh of relief, then climbed, fast as he could while still favoring his leg, unsure of how he kept his grip, mechanically moving upward.
The world was little more than a series of commands, now - up, up, up, out, faster, faster.]