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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-23 18:47:00

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!complete, andy gallagher, day 04, lexie grey, location: church, luna lovegood

Day Four - Evening
Who: Andy Gallagher, Lexie Grey, and Luna Lovegood
Where: The Church
What: Andy's coming back down off the Ketamine
When: Early evening
Rating: TBA
Warning: Severe drug content
Status: Complete

It was sort of like...being in a dream world, only it was all fucked up. Webber was there and then he was gone. Tracy was still sitting in the back of the ambulance with the blanket wrapped around her, avoiding Andy's eyes, only this time they were loading Webber's fucking corpse in with her, completely neglecting the meat wagon parked a few feet away. She'd spared him a disdainful glance and turned to run a hand over the body bag.

Andy's breath kept catching in his throat, it felt like, and the room was spinning and spinning and fucking spinning...

He'd heard Lexie trying to tell him that it was normal; that it was just a bad trip and she'd cut herself off. His shut up command - which he'd meant to direct at Webber - it seemed, had hit her instead. And now he really had done it to her. Jesus, he was going to hell. He was going straight to Hell, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred--

"Are you fu-cking kidding me," he murmured as the church went black and lit up again in red. Luna in the goddamn dominatrix outfit and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs beckoning at him with one finger as a cheshire cat grin spread over her lips. Never mind the fact that Webber was standing behind her, grabbing at her tits from behind and definitely never mind the fact that there were two more of her on either side of Webber; one in the soaked, clinging, practically see-through sundress he'd met her in and one in the outfit she'd been wearing that morning. Both hanging off Webber like super whores or something.

Webber, himself, looked appropriately smug and Andy wanted to scream. Hell, he actually might have, for all he knew.

But the room kept spinning and spinning again and again and then Webber was gone and the freaking Luna parade were all pawing at him when the red light turned a blue-green and strobed annoyingly at him like he really was at a freaking rave. Lexie was still on the floor with the rest of him - whatever that meant, but it seemed to make sense at the time - holding his hand and staring at nothing he could pinpoint in particular. It was like she didn't even see him standing there over...himself... In any case, she'd stopped. It looked like she was holding some kind of a vigil and in his addled brain, he decided that the drug had killed him. This was Hell. ...it wasn't so bad except everytime he tried to touch the Lunas, they disappeared and reappeared like the way a ghost flickered in the movies. They were kissing and licking at his neck but he couldn't feel a fucking thing. Oh yeah. This was Hell.

"Fucking freaking out!" he screamed at Lexie and the Lunas and tried to shake them off, because really, they were effing useless if he couldn't touch them or feel them touching him, so they might as well back off so he could at least look at 'em. "If you killed me, Lexie, I swear to God I'll haunt you, I really really will..." he went on incoherently because, whoa, hey...he felt that when one of the Lunas made a strategically placed movement against him.

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brain_ninja
2009-04-23 10:20 pm UTC (link)

"Not in there," Andy replied quickly. "And these fucking lights...I'm getting a migraine," he admitted, blinking and then finally just closing his eyes all together, squeezing them shut against the spinning as the room took off again. His stomach was positively roiling, now and he swallowed thickly. No way. No way. He was not throwing up right now.

His blur-hands balled into fists in protest when he felt the pricks. "No, but fucking cut it out, that hurts," he grumped.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-04-23 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Wanting to smack her forehead, Lexie couldn't help but kick herself for not thinking to get some ibuprofen for Andy - his leg was going to be sore and it wouldn't be wise for him to get back on the vicodin just yet.

"Just keep your eyes closed, Andy and breathe." the more she looked at him, the more she realized he was going to probably vomit. Deftly turning his head to the side she prepared him for the worst.

"If you throw up, it's OK - you'll probably actually feel better," she coaxed. "Of course it hurts, I was pricking your fingertips. It's a good thing."

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brain_ninja
2009-04-23 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Groaning, Andy did at least as she said and kept his eyes closed and continued his labored breathing. He could feel her turn his head but he didn't really know why and the Andy-on-the-floor was the one who actually received the movement. He swallowed thickly again and held back against his gag reflex.

Lexie was telling him that it was okay if he threw up. That he'd probably feel better. She probably wasn't wrong and he wanted to really badly, but like hell he was going to toss his cookies now when he'd hung on as long as he had already. And in front of a cute girl? No fuckin' way.

He could feel himself twitching and his leg itched like a motherfucker, but he couldn't figure out where his leg was when he thought about it. So, even if he thought she wouldn't try to stop him from scratching it, he had no idea where his hand would need to go to get it. The legs beneath his headspace-self were as blurry as his hands and he couldn't feel the Andy-on-the-floor when he'd tried before, so he didn't really see any point in trying to get it now.

A low groan issued itself. "Oh, fuck...I think I'm gonna puke..." he moaned in spite of himself as he gagged against a dry heave. His eyes started to water reflexively and the bridge of his nose itched as his eyes leaked of their own accord. Jesus Christ, he might as well puke; it beat the hell out of looking like he was fucking crying...

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-04-23 10:56 pm UTC (link)

She watched his muscles tense and prepared herself for another bout with vomit. There had been a time when vomit really grossed her out - somehow, no longer. Essentially it smelled bad and looked bad; but, it wasn't that truly vile thing any longer. Other bodily movements, however, did retain their status as icky.

However, no vomit came - which meant he hadn't had enough to eat for his body to force anything out. It was going to be an uncomfortable down-coming for him. Taking up the bandages she wiped his brow and cheeks - no sense leaving the tears and sweat there to dry.

"Something tells me I'll never be taking this stuff, ever. Can you believe people do this for fun?" Oh goodness, she was rambling...

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brain_ninja
2009-04-23 11:09 pm UTC (link)

He could feel Lexie wiping his face for him and if he didn't feel so God-awful, he'd probably smile at her. Or, if he didn't fear rain water, tea, and apples coming up instead of words, he'd thank her.

"It's not fucking fun; they're insane," he muttered after a few minutes of silence, waiting for his stomach to settle enough to speak. He coughed, then, and a gag was quick to follow. "Oh God, I wanna throw up," he finally admitted. He knew it'd feel better. But there was next to nothing in his stomach to come up and his body, apparently, was planning on punishing him, because he could tell - he could just tell - that he wouldn't be able to actually evacuate his stomach.

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luna_llena
2009-04-25 12:17 am UTC (link)

Understanding had not come as quickly as had hoped, and it had been many hours since Luna had left Andy and the church in a bolt. Sam had not been quite as helpful as she would have thought, seeing as he was also a Not-Muggle, male and of the same age. Disappointing really, that he had not really had any insight that had quite cleared everything up. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a quarter giant, or perhaps each Not-Muggle each had their own secret language.

That seemed most likely.

She had collected herself, with some help, actual food that was not made of dextrose or apple ingredients. Although she had collected Pixie Stix for distribution, as it seemed that everyone wanted and needed the magical candy, and she felt that they should get it.

Coming up the church steps, Luna cautiously opened the door and slipped inside, not really sure what she expected to happen. Only, she was definitely not expecting to find Andy lying on the floor of the church in his boxers with a strange girl next to him. Luna cocked her blonde head, "Andy?"

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