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Tweak says, "Boom Shakka Lakka Lakka"

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

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!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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brain_ninja
2009-03-21 04:07 am UTC (link)

Andy watched her with amusement and could nearly see the cogs turning in her head. When she repeated Tracy's name, his smile faded and he nodded succintly, looking away from her. "Yeah, Tracy. She was my girlfriend, once upon a time," he said softly, shrugging. "Doesn't matter. I just thought I'd give you hand; you've got a lot of hair," he added.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion at her, giving her a sidelong glance as they walked. "Aurors?" he asked. "Is that what they call cops in England?" Sounded logically enough to him, anyway.

When she went on talking, he caught a male's name. "Ron your boyfriend or somethin'?" he asked as casually as he could manage.

"Uh, yeah? I don't know, I've never heard of pipeweed, but it sounds about right," he laughed. "Man, first thing I'm gonna do when I get back home is smoke a bong, seriously," he said, running his hand over his hair again when water droplets started to fall into his eyes from his bangs. "Good," he said with a smile. "It was at least relatively dry cuz of the jacket, I guess, so that's a good thing. Luna - 1; Andy - zilch." He laughed.

Up ahead he saw a glint of what little sunlight was peaking through the clouds reflect off of something. "Hey, I think we're getting somewhere, actually..." he said thoughtfully. "C'mon," he added, walking a little faster.

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luna_llena
2009-03-21 04:56 am UTC (link)

Sympathy reigned, "I'm sorry." She understood healing wounds from losses, be they from simple separations or death, whichever one this was. Never had she meant to pry into a wound without meaning to. The next statement he uttered however had her on an entirely new line of thought, leaving grief behind. With two fingers she picked up a strand of its length and looked at it with inspecting eyes, oddly focused for once. "I do, but cannot bear to cut it." Always she had had magic to be able to manage it, and had yet to consider its upkeep without a wand or spell.

Luna's walk did keep her relatively at Andy's side, although she would occasionally veer away to look at something new. Either to watch for gray-eyed lackneys in between the trees, out to steal food from Muggle creatures, or to keep a weather eye out for pixie dens in the branches and leaves above their heads. "Cops?" She paused mid skip to consider it, although she did not recognize the word. "They collect Dark Wizards and Witches like butterflies with nets and pins. Only they are deposited into prisons, not displays for the walls."

At his question about Ron, she immediately shook her head, loosening a part of a leaf that had somehow escaped her earlier attentions. While it fluttered to the ground, she explained. "Ron is a friend who liked to call me Loony Lovegood when we were in school." The nickname she did understand, because she was not considered normal by even wizarding standards. No offense was taken, normalcy was for those who did not feel free to be themselves anyway.

While she was not sure what a 'bong' was, although it did sound like the sound a gong made when struck, Luna nodded. The rain did not bother her overly much, she was from England after all, this was practically the average forecast.

She noticed something ahead a heartbeat after Andy did, and was hurrying along ahead herself. Despite her relatively short legs, her skipping brought her farther in a short amount of time, until she pulled to a stop in the small clearing ahead. "A church," she announced, studying the building casually, tilting her head just so to the side in order to make it appear to be straight.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-21 04:58 am UTC (link)

Andy shrugged. "I'll get over it," he replied dully. He looked back over at her and she seemed to be examining her own hair almost as if she'd never seen it before or that it was, for some reason, exceptionally interesting at that very moment in time. "Don't cut it," he said with a small smile. "Guys dig the chicks with really long hair." It's really fuckin' hot when you guys throw your heads back and it flies all over the place when you're on top, too, he thought with a mischievous smirk he tried very hard to hide from her.

It didn't pass Andy's realm of attention that Luna seemed to be sort of veering off into her own little world, checking out little things here and there, but she was keeping up with him, so he didn't say anything. "All right, cops, yeah, basically," he agreed. Weird cops, but whatever. Same difference, he decided.

When she shook her head and clarified that Ron was just a friend, Andy nodded, although his expression was slightly sympathetic. What sort of a friend had that kind of nickname for someone, anyway?

As they reached the edge of the tree line, Andy noticed the dirt road before he registered that the building before them was a church. She announced it just as he made the connection. "A fucking dilapitated church, like the Leaning Tower of Piza," he joked.

The sun was trying, it seemed, a little harder to peek out of the clouds, but it didn't seem to be making much progress. The rain, however, seemed to be picking up a bit and the wind was starting to blow. Andy shivered. If he was cold, she must be freezing... "Wanna go inside and see if there's anybody in there? Or, like, a phone or something? We could call a cab and go to the nearest mode of transportation. I dunno where this is...I fell asleep in the US, but...I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, so...who knows," he muttered, looking over at her.

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luna_llena
2009-03-21 02:58 pm UTC (link)

Dropping her hair from her fingers, Luna watched it filter down, drizzly raindrops attached to it. With her somewhat odd, unblinking eyes, she paused to look over at her companion. "I did not know that, interesting." Facts were always important to collect, you never knew when they could come in handy. Such as those of the male persuasion finding long hair temperature efficient.

"They used to be a part of the Rotfang Conspiracy," she added conversationally. "Attempting to bring down the Ministry of Magic with a combination of gum disease and dark magic." With a little hop, she attempted to see into a hole in one of the trees, before turning around to look at Andy again. "Harry tells me that they have stopped now though."

Missing the sympathy that appeared on his face, Luna's one expression settled into one of happy serenity. As if they were not in the middle of nowhere with no clue as to where, or how they got there. This could be an informative adventure. She might not have been an adventure seeking Gryffindor, but the Ravenclaw in her was brimming with curiosity to know more. It might not be the first time she had appeared where she had no idea where she was, but at least this time it was outdoors and not in any dungeons. That was a definite plus.

"I went there once," she mentioned offhandedly. "Stone Sprites had attacked the foundation, although it would likely not be as interesting without their presence."

The wind and rain picked up loose strands of her hair and whipped them around her face, as she looked up at the (relatively) massive structure. "Maybe there's a fireplace, and we can Floo out of here," she added hopefully. "I was at the Quibbler in London myself."

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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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