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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 08:59 am UTC (link)

"Andy," She said, moving behind him to help him sit up. It wouldn't do him any good to be lying in a pool of his own vomit and panicking. "Listen to me for a minute, ok?" She asked, this, propping him up so he could take a minute and look around.

"You asked me to come here and look at your leg, OK?" She pointed to the neat and near perfect sutures currently closing up his leg. "I'm Doctor Lexie Grey; now, I wish I could tell you we were in a hospital; but, we're not. You're going to have to trust me when I tell you nobody in this church is here to hurt you." Pointing slightly to the right of him,"And your pants are right there. Once we get your bandage on, you can put them on, OK? But, first you really have to calm down."

Giving the obviously frazzled blonde a look that spoke nothing short of Help me, Lexie continued to prop Andy up, Hoping that the other woman might volunteer to help with the bandaging and pants.

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brain_ninja
2009-04-25 01:29 pm UTC (link)

He didn't know who "Andy" was, but he could only assume they were talking to him. He felt the one calling herself Lexie sit him up and he was shaking as his eyes flitted back and forth between the two of them. Both women said they weren't going to hurt him, but shit, wasn't that what anyone would say, whether they were going to or not?

His eyes moved to follow the pointing finger and his stomach clenched again. The fuck...? Was that dental floss? "Oh Jesus..." he said under his breath, closing his eyes. Tell the truth, he found himself thinking at her and, hey, hold on...that sounded sort of different in his head than the rest of the frantic thoughts.

Andy was starting to come down, a little, perhaps, because he moved to sit up on his own. It was a failing gesture and he flopped back against Lexie with a grunt, but the fact that he'd been able to move at all was good. His eyes shifted back to the blonde and as his breathing shallowed and sped up, jagged and uneven, he thought maybe he recognized her. "There should be three..." he muttered as he looked back at her and then closed his eyes, shaking his head. That didn't even make sense to him.

It dawned on him just slightly who the blonde was, even if he couldn't remember her name. "Remember me, mate? I've been sent to hell," he rambled incoherently, the early signs of a lazy grin tugging at his lips. Quick flashes of Webber behind her hit him and he squeezed his eyes shut against it, the grin dropping away into a grimace.

Little snippets were coming back. A black woman, laughing hysterically and telling him that he wasn't a lagoon creature. A cougar's head stuck between two trees growling and roaring in anger and agony. ...what was a Winchester? Someone stroking his hair. A book that talked back when he wrote in it. And Pixie Stix. "Pixie Stix, what the hell...?" he murmured, moving his hands to cover his face as he furrowed his brow, trying to sort out the images for what they were. What was real and what was still part of the trip. Oh! Oh! "Hey Bob, man, I think I found the good stuff," he muttered incoherently.

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luna_llena
2009-04-25 02:44 pm UTC (link)

Luna wanted to help, she did, but Andy's current condition was scaring her and she did not know what to do. Especially when he looked straight at her and she could not see anything that told her that he remembered her. It reminded her of when she had once gone with Neville to visit his parents at St. Mungo's. How they had not realized that he was their son, and their vacant expressions when they had looked at him had only hurt him more.

Confused and on the border of terrified, what with the prospect of Death Eaters or something similar being locked in this bubble village with her, the blonde witch did not move from her defensive position with her back against the door.

It was not the best position, she should know better. A door was not a good barricade, you needed something solid at your back, but would not pin you in a box. Her mind had fallen back onto remembering what both the real and fake Mad Eyed Moody had taught, as well as what she had learned in Dumbledore's Army. She needed her wand, tactics were not good without a wand in at least sight.

Andy said something she did not understand, and then smiled, Luna nearly found herself thinking that maybe it was alright. Only it faded and he was frowning again. Nothing afterwards made sense, she thought she heard him mention sticks of pixies, but it was too hard to make out at a low volume and behind his hands.

Someone with a wand and ill intent had to be near, it was the first explanation her mind had latched onto.

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