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Cassidy Turner (1stbornextreme) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2010-01-31 23:19:00

Entry tags:

cassidy turner, henriette stillman, miniver cheevy, soren skwigelf, teague brennan

Who: Cassidy Turner, Miniver Cheevy, Teague Brennan, Henn Stillman and Soren Skwigelf (With possible others, who the fuck knows.)
What: Shit happens.
Where: London
When: Tonightish.
Warnings: Bad things.

Cassidy needed to stop being cooped up and looked after by well-meaning family. Too little, too late, he thought as he put the earbuds into his ears and pressed play on his iPod. He spent the past six months being the family scapegoat. He spent the last month spiraling out into deeper and deeper depression. He'd barely eaten anything, he'd reverted back to his incredibly exacting methods of straightening and tidying. He was even wearing his gloves to bed again, something he hadn't been doing for nearly a year.

He tightened the laces on his boots and proceeded to walk in a general Thames-ish direction. From there, he headed up to the Tower of London. It was one of those places he always managed to get himself off a destructive track because the staggering size, immensity and history of the place reminded him that he was so very, very small in this world, and there was a lot more for him to do before he could be remembered in history like the noble souls that died on the Tower Green. That, and it was just far enough away from home where it could be marked as a nice half-way point, and the church next door always had its doors open, so people could rest and look for some sort of solace in God's temple.

He wasn't there a half an hour later. The roads were in poor condition for driving, and the walkways were covered in half-frozen, slick and awful ice. The sounds of his music were just the right decibel to drown out the sound of tires on cobblestone and pavement, and engines rumbling and idling at street lights. So he wasn't particularly paying attention to them, just his beeline path to the Tower, and his music.

Of course, anyone knows that that's a stupid idea.

He was hit by a car approximately three quarters of the way to the Tower of London from his home and was knocked unconscious immediately upon making contact with the ground. He flew forward from the car about three feet, and, lucky for him, he didn't have to immediately recognize the feeling of a severely sprained lower back and a broken hip, dislocated and cracked femur, and a pretty good case of road rash on the side of his face.

A witness to the accident rushed to his aid, and searched his pockets, pulling out his phone, immediately calling the numbers in his ICE list, while another called the emergency line. Cassidy, of course, was out cold.

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miniver
2010-02-01 06:47 am UTC (link)

Somehow, Miniver is on that list of emergency numbers. By luck or by design, Marnie's place is actually near the Tower -- near enough that Miniver is within two blocks of Cass when he's hit, having been sent out by Marnie to take a walk before he wears a hole in the floor with all his fidgeting and pacing.

This is a part of London he knows well; he also loves the history of the place, and the aesthetics of it. He's been here many times. Less than five minutes pass before Miniver comes running to the scene, shoves his way through any surrounding gawkers, and skids to a flailing halt over the ice to Cass's side.

In a panic, he does one of the few things he knows how to do and feels for a pulse. It's there, but that doesn't erase the sight of Cass's twisted body.

"Did someone call an ambulance?" he demands of whatever crowd has gathered. "Fuck, is NO ONE here a doctor?? HEY! You!" He focuses on a person with a phone in their hand. "Call [number] and ask for Sable. Tell anyone who picks up it's an emergency." And in the seconds it takes to dial and connect, Miniver is emptying his pockets. He grabs the ohone when it's offered to him and babbles at his daughter about what he sees, using his handkerchief to tend to the bleeding on Cass's face as well as he can until the ambulance arrives, as she instructs.

	twiceloved 2010-02-01 08:40 am UTC (link)
	Soren sat down. He sat down and continued looking at the door. He couldn't move. He just nodded at Henn, and felt his brain empty. He'd never really understood what people meant when they said that they felt numb until just then. He shivered a little bit, his jaw starting to ache from being clenched so much. He hoped that he wasn't hurting Henn, and he swallowed thickly. (Reply to this)