Brielle is not the one that is (ouverte) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-04-24 02:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, brielle maheu, ronan xander |
marvel nyc log(marauder aftermath); ronan / brielle
[New York was in chaos, and below ground wasn't much better. The subways were flooded with people hiding from the Marauder violence or trying to escape the city in a wild flood that bottlenecked into gridlock. Those that were lucky enough to board subway cars didn't stay lucky for long. The destruction above ground caused damage to enough of the circuitry and tunnel infrastructure that the trains were ultimately immobile. The conductors promised that everything would be up and running too, but that'd been well over half an hour ago, and Brielle was beginning to doubt the sincerity of the disembodied male voice on the intercom.
The train car was packed like a sardine can. Babies were crying. The air was stale and hot. Claustrophobia was beginning to kick in hard, and Brielle sucked in a deep breath that still tasted like the smoke from the hospital fire. She'd yet to really understand what had happened. She didn't remember the Oscorp pulse, and she didn't remember the hospital. Brielle remembered across the street, barefoot and dazed as she came to and could see firetrucks pulling up to the hospital. Even now she had on a pair of cotton pajamas fully printed over with the words 'property of midtown hospital' in green and blue. She didn't know where she'd gotten tennis shoes, but she had those too.
Brielle paced near the end of the train car. Audible explosions had been going on above ground for some time now, and although they seemed to have recently ceased, she couldn't help feeling like she was trapped. Trapped. She felt uncomfortably warm and pressed her cheek against the little window of the train's emergency exit window.] Just breathe. [She told herself.]