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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for ([info]brain_ninja) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-21 00:17:00

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Entry tags:!complete, andy gallagher, day 01, location: church, luna lovegood

Day One - Morning
Who: Andy Gallagher & Luna Lovegood
What: Andy and Luna wake up in the woods (Arrival)
When: 8:45am
Where: Forest/Church
Rating: PG-13 to R(language)
Status: Complete



Mumbling to himself, Andy turned his head, eyes closed in a lazy form of tossing and turning. His eyes slowly blinked open only to squint shut again. Rain? He'd been inside...

His head was swimming and his mind felt thick and heavy...a little like he'd smoked way too much pot, although he'd been stuck in Cold Oaks with Sam, Ava, and Jake; there was no marijuana to be smoked. It would've been nice, he had to admit to himself dully, seeing as how apparently they weren't going anywhere and a freakin' demon had put them there.

Rain. What the fuck? Andy opened his eyes again and looked up, squinting. Not really rain...more like the kind of mist setting on a hose or something. "Lame..." he mumbled unintelligably as he grunted in distaste and sat up to look around. "What the hell...?" he murmured, looking around.

God, he felt like shit. Head swimming, eyesight just coming back into focus and he felt numb all over. Uh, and he was in the woods? No, seriously, what the fuck?

Andy sat in the mud, scratching his head. "Sam?" he called out, or tried to; his voice was scratchy and low, like he'd been shouting and lost it in the process.



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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 03:41 pm UTC (link)
Andy gave her an impish grin and shrugged. "True story," he replied. At least, he dug the chicks with long hair, anyway.

It seemed like half of the things coming out of Luna's mouth were gibberish or bullshit, from what Andy could tell. Maybe that Ron guy wasn't too far off, actually, with the Loony thing... "Ministry...of Magic," Andy said more than asked, skeptically. "Right..." He paused and looked away from the church, back at her. "Is Harry your boyfriend?" he tried. Jesus, this girl knew a lot of dudes...

While Andy looked back at the church briefly with confusion and frustration, Luna, he noted when he looked back at her, seemed fascinated. He almost wanted to ask her if everything was interesting and new to her, but he held his tongue. "The Leaning Tower, you mean?" he asked, when she'd said she'd been 'there' once. He wasn't even going to ask what Stone Sprites were. He was entirely certain whatever they were, if not a figment of her imagination, he didn't want to know.

"Okay, don't you mean 'fly' and what does a fireplace have to do with flying?" he asked, wondering why the hell she was speaking in past tense. "I dunno what the Quibbler is...then again, I've never been to London." He paused and started toward the church, his sneakers crunching against the dirt road, which was a much better sound than the nasty squelching they'd been making in the mud. "At least if there's a fireplace we can get warm. I'm freezing my ass off here...aren't you?" he asked over his shoulder as he strode up to the building.

Slowly, he made his way inside. "Hello?" he called out. "Sam? Jake?" He paused. "...Ava?" he asked with much less interest. That was when the stench hit him. "Jesus Christ, what's that smell?!" he gagged, covering his mouth and nose with one hand and grimacing heavily. It stunk of rot and mold. Like a dead body, he thought uneasily. Or, more accurately, food that had been left out for far too long and had gone very, very bad.

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