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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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luna_llena
2009-05-08 03:53 am UTC (link)

It was not in her to tell him that she had seen far worse, not now. Too confused and not understanding of what was happening, mixed with edgings of fading terror that simply turned into her guard pulled high, Luna was not in a state to explain that things had been even worse years before. That the war had brought sights and memories that she had mostly banished from her nightmares. She nodded, but it was likely he did not see the small and jerky action.

Never in her confusion had Luna even flitted over the thought to be disappointed in Andy, never. Thrown completely off kilter by, worried for and by him, but not disappointed. Even as she feared that their friendship was slipping away from her with no clue as how to fix it, or even where to begin, but the witch never even considered that she even had the right to be disappointed in him. Let alone that she would, or why.

"Go to sleep," she finally spoke, after a long silence. "I will keep watch." While she understood him little, and understood that he wished to protect her even less, Luna was not a child. There was something stronger in her than she displayed freely, something steel within that small frame of pixie stix and floating thought. There might have been no wand tucked behind her ear that she could use to wield a shielding or disarming charm, but she could at least keep watch.

Call for reinforcement in the journals perhaps, if that was what was needed. She was scared and confused, but she could grip reality at least enough to do her best here.

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brain_ninja
2009-05-08 10:41 pm UTC (link)

A small smile, wan and tired, crossed Andy's lips and he finally ventured a look at Luna when she told him he should sleep; that she would keep watch. When I'm back in good shape, Luna, I'll pay you back the favor. I'll explain everything and fix it. I'll get us back where we were, just wait and see, he thought, but hadn't the guts to say. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

With a yawn and a small sigh, Andy stretched out a little further and closed his eyes. He probably wouldn't fall asleep right away, because he still had plenty of things running around in his mind and he was still a little out of it, but...

"Night, beautiful," he mumbled quietly as sleep started to take him much faster than for which he'd been prepared. A moment later, he was out like a light.

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luna_llena
2009-05-08 11:26 pm UTC (link)

"You're welcome Andy," Luna answered quietly back. With Andy sleeping on their makeshift bed, and feeling as if she needed physical space between them, the blonde young woman sat herself on one of the pews. On the opposite side of the fire, in fact, pulling her feet up to her chest as she kept her eyes open and her guard up.

Odd sounds echoed outside, making the witch get up to run into the other room to collect her journal. She came back, curling back up against the back of her pew. Scared and alone, the book and pen clutched in her hand, Luna Lovegood kept watch.

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