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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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skipped3rdgrade
2009-04-25 01:47 am UTC (link)

Nodding quickly to Luna's exclamation of another doctor, she turned her attention back to Andy as he'd finally managed to throw up. It was a good sign, even if a slightly disgusting one.

"Technically I sewed him like a baseball," she said, referencing the style of suture she used.

Andy was past the point of hallucinating. It meant the largest part of his trip was over. What was left now was to keep him from trying to stand up - even if it meant holding him in place - she was not about to let him manage to rip out his stitches because his Ketamine experience left him bewildered.

"I'm Lexie, Lexie Grey," she said trying to assure him. "Do you remember what happened to your leg?"

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brain_ninja
2009-04-25 02:18 am UTC (link)

Oh, man, what were these crazy bitches talking about?! Sewing him like a baseball?! Andy started to panic and tried to move, but pain shot up his leg and his head started to throb in protest. Which, of course, only served to panic him even more. Two seconds ago he'd been standing and now he was lying and there was a couple of hot chicks talking about sewing him up.

Lexie Grey, the one kneeling beside him said, and Andy tried very hard not to hyperventilate when he still couldn't move to scramble away the way he'd have really fuckin' liked to right then. Especially since it had just dawned on him that he was only in his boxer shorts. Where the fuck were his pants?! "No; what the fuck?!" he shrieked. "Look okay, please don't go all Hard Candy on me," he pleaded pathetically, looking back and forth between the two of them, his brow knit with worry. "Please, please don't," he went on frantically, his voice cracking.

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luna_llena
2009-04-25 04:34 am UTC (link)

What in Merlin's Beard was a baseball?

He was not making any sense, he was panicking at the sight of her and Luna knew he did not seem to recognize her in the least. Throat tightening painfully as fear rose at what all those clues could add up to, she backed up again and again. Until her back hit the door of the church. Whether or not she would have fled into the darkening day/night, it did not matter as the faint sounds of something unknown outside made their way to her ears. Something unknown and terrifying.

Dark magic, it all added up to dark magic. Spells to confuse, spells to forget. Gray to dark magic, and with the intent that this seemed to have, it had to be dark.

Andy was obviously frightened, and she could not do anything but try to swallow past the block in her throat, over and over. The small bundle she had held was dropped to the ground as useless, it would only slow her down if she had to run.

She needed her wand. She was defenseless without her wand.

Luna wished for her calm, her centered self, but it was fraying like old fabric beneath her clutching fingers. Tattered strands were wrapped around herself, like her long blonde hair that messily hung everywhere at the moment, as if it was trying to shield her somehow. "Not going to hurt you," she had no idea what candy had to do with anything, but that he was afraid that they were going to harm him was clear enough. Instincts had to be relied on, and her instincts were telling her that Lexie was not a dark witch. Merlin, she hoped she was right. "Not going to hurt you."

The repetition was pointless, but came anyway.

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