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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 15:47:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 10, derek zoolander, elliot reid, gregory house, kim boggs, laurie juspeczyk, lexie grey, location: gym, logan, nymphadora tonks, open

Day 10: Gym - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Gym
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. All the cots that had magically appeared in the gym the night before chattered lightly on the gym floor. Books and trophies rattled in the offices on the shelves. Water drizzled lightly out of the shower nozzles.

Then the pause of a heartbeat before the earthquake ripped through beneath the foundation which was built strongly enough to not crack or split but not to withstand the force. The walls shuddered, rupturing water pipes behind the showers and shattering the tiles into piles of rubble. Books and trophies fell from the shelves in the offices, the glass in the doors exploding like flying daggers into the walls across from them.

In the main gym, the second basketball hoop ripped from the wall and crashed to the floor, rolling away and settling near the medical supplies as they all toppled to the ground. Most supplies will not be damaged but at least three of the cots are crushed by the rolling hoop. Flakes of plaster crumble down, some of which disintegrates into a fine dust filling all the rooms and lungs of anyone unfortunate enough to be inside this building at the time of the quake.

As if that was not enough, the floor grumbled loudly before an immense crack zipped across the width of the basketball court. With each second the crack widened, parts of the concrete at the edges breaking off and falling in, eating the floor of the gym fast until the ceiling was no longer supported. With a horrible vengeful force, the portion of the roof farthest from the make-shift medical center smashed down into the gym in a thousand pieces of plaster and wood. Then all went quiet as the white dust and plaster flakes settle to the floor like falling snow.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.

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catchmedancing
2009-06-08 04:16 pm UTC (link)

Kim was so new to all of this that her head was spinning long before the quake hit. She had followed Elliot and Andy to the gym because she couldn't think of anywhere else to go, or anyone to go with. She had no idea why she was here, or how it had happened, but Elliot seemed equally confused, so that was--oddly enough--comforting to her. After taking a spin around the place, which reminded her very much of her old high school's physical education center, but older and rustier, Kim had brought the comprehensive first aid kit she'd arrived with over to the makeshift medical center and hopped up on one of the cots, swinging her legs over the side, glad that Andy and Elliot weren't axe murderers. Even if Andy looked sort of like one at first.

And then the shaking had started. Kim hadn't really thought much of it at first, wondering if somehow her nervousness was affecting the way she experienced the world because she was shaking, but it was quickly made clear to her that something else was going on, particularly when the glass started flying. With the only thought in her mind, "hide!", Kim dove off the cot and pushed it over sideways, using it as a makeshift barricade and shield from the glass, which had already embedded itself across her cheek and her forearms. Unfortunately, this meant that when the basketball hoop came rolling along, Kim couldn't see it coming, and when it crushed her cot, she hadn't moved away fast enough. Already coughing from the dust that had begun to settle over the gym, laced with lacerations, caught between the cracked floor and the bones she had heard snapping in her arm as the twisted metal fell backward upon her, Kim had one good shriek of pain left in her.

"I'm HERE!" She shouted, not knowing if it would do any good. And then the blackness crept up on her.

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brain_ninja
2009-06-08 04:36 pm UTC (link)

While Andy would've preferred the new chicks wanted to stay at the church with him, he hadn't minded too much when the doctor of the two wanted to see the clinic Doc Lex had set up. He'd decided it was better to take them than feel guilty later if anything bad happened to them between point A and point B.

He'd dropped down onto one of the cots as soon as he'd seen it, so fucking excited that it was anything other than a damn church pew. Lacing his hands behind his head and grinning to himself, Andy stared up at the ceiling, contented. Luna might be gone and he might know something that most of the people here would freak out about knowing, but now there were two hot blondes and if he could get in a nap on one of the cots, all would be well with the world.

There was a tremor and Andy's eyes snapped open again reflexively. It didn't feel like much, though. Like residual from an earthquake somewhere far off; he wasn't a stranger to that sensation. Tiny earthquakes that made wonderful fodder for conversation in small, sleepy towns like Guthrie were few and far between, but that didn't mean he had never felt one.

It was, however, when everything fucking went insane just after, that Andy started to panic. The shattering of glass was the first thing that registered and Andy crossed his arms over his face until he'd rolled off the cot and jumped to his feet, keeping his head down low. The floor shook violently beneath him and he did a quick, reflexive scan. Where's Lex? Where's Elliot? Where's Kim? Kim was the first one he saw, even as another woman seemed to be making a break for the exit in his periphery. Shit, that wasn't a bad idea, actually.

"Come on!" he shouted to her as he reached out to grab Kim's arm and bring her along. Hopefully, Elliot would fucking follow. But before he could get to her, the floor broke open just in front of him, the splintering wood knocking him off his feet and onto his back on the floor, forcing out a grunt as the wind was knocked out of him entirely.

Eyes wide and mouth flapping as he tried to gasp for air unsuccessfully, Andy rolled over onto his stomach to try and get to his feet again, just in time to get hit in the back of the head by what he could only assume was a piece of wood given the heavy thunk he heard echoing in his brain. Dust was raining down and finally Andy found his breath, if only to let out a hacking cough. He heard a scream; maybe many, he wasn't entirely sure in his daze, and he started to take off toward the door, skidding to a halt when the ceiling began to cave in around him. Heading back toward Kim was probably his best bet and he thought maybe it was her that had screamed, but before he could get very far, he was knocked off his feet again, knees slamming harshly against the wooden floor and a shout of pain eliciting itself from his lips. He covered his head and then, everything was black.

...he wasn't unconscious, though, because he could still hear shouting. Someone asked if anyone was there. Kim, he thought, shouted back. Andy felt dizzy and exhausted, all but hacking up a lung as he tried to push the debris off himself enough to allow in some light. "Here!" he shouted back. The two women's voices sounded to be coming from opposite directions and he couldn't tell if it was because Kim was shouting more loudly or if it was because she was actually closer that he thought perhaps she was.

"Ohhh, son of a bitch!" he screamed, thrashing to get out from under the debris and back to his feet. The latter of the actions was easier said than done. His leg was oozing again and all he could think was, no more fucking dental floss, please God, as he dragged himself forward, splinters digging into the skin under his nails as he tried to free himself. "Elliot! Lex?!" he choked out, coughing again. He knew that Kim was at least alive, because he'd heard her. So was the other woman, who, actually... "Hey, you by the door...you okay?" he called out. Andy spit blood, then, his mouth throbbing; he'd bitten down on his tongue at some point and the pain had only just then started to register.

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clawed_one
2009-06-08 06:03 pm UTC (link)

Sometimes, having animal instincts ... well, doesn't do a damn bit of good.

Logan 'sensed' the earthquake just before it hit ... but there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he could do. He was way too far from the doors to run for it, and the damn place was shaking itself apart. He went to his knees, then to hands and knees as a beam from the ceiling slammed into him, ripping a snarl of pain out of him. At least he was heavy enough to not get thrown around like a ragdoll like the others.

When the world finally stopped moving, Logan took stock. Mostly pinned under a support beam, and bleeding like a stuck pig from a chunk of wood that'd gone through his thigh. Well, for the moment. It was already stopping, but it'd start again when he ripped the fucker out. Shit.

He could hear cries for help ... not just from the gym but from all over town. That, more than anything, galvanized him, and with a loud yell that had more in common with a roar than anything else, he twisted and shoved the damn support beam off, then ripped the chunk of wood out of his leg.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He snarled. "Goddamned motherfucking ... hang on guys. Shit." He coughed a few times as his run of expletives meant he had to breath ... and the air was full of dust. "Shit." Another cough, and then he was moving ... extremely cautiously, as he weighed more than he looked and wasn't looking forward to falling through the floor ... towards the nearest person, which happened to be Andy. "Shit, kid. Lemme give you a hand."

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vicodin_snark
2009-06-08 07:01 pm UTC (link)

It had been hard enough getting the rest of the equipment over here, but he'd managed as best as he could. Many trips and by that point House's leg was aching. Three vicodin later and it had still only taken the barest hint of the pain edge off. Though he'd only been here a few short days, House was aware of his surroundings and the fact that both he and Lexie had recieved "gifts" couldn't be a good thing.

That much was made clear the moment the quake hit. Already off balance as it was, House had been thrown sideways, tossed into the air like the proverbial rag-doll and landed in a heap at the foot of a set of bleachers. He stayed down, cowering as the quake continued to shake the entire town. After what seemed like an eternity, the shaking finally ceased and House sat up to assess the damages.

His bad leg was fine -- his good leg. Well fuck. Wincing, House tore at the torn fabric hanging from his arm, creating a tourniquet before pulling at the piece of wood embedded in his leg. This was all he needed. He would live -- now time to see what the damages were. He may have been a crotchety old man who hated doing work, but he knew a disaster when he saw it.

Well, heere was something interesting.

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