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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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clawed_one
2009-06-08 10:34 pm UTC (link)

Logan gave his head a shake, mostly to clear it. "Oh, for fuck's sake, grow some testicles, quit screaming like a five year old girl!" He barked in Derek's general direction. "And HELP, you fucking moron!"

Then, in a much calmer, nicer tone. "Have you two out from under in two shakes." He promised, ignoring the snarkery. The beams were heavy enough that lifting them (as opposed to pushing them) was going to be a problem.

Solution? Cut the fuckers. "Hold still." He warned both of them. He popped a claw with the usual distinctive *snikt*, then slashed through the beam well to either side of Andy, yanking the (much lighter) remainder off of him, then turning to do the same thing for the girl. He slashed through basketball pole, then the cot, with a fine disregard for its future usefulness.

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catchmedancing
2009-06-09 10:52 pm UTC (link)
"Kim," she said to Andy, who she still couldn't see, but could now hear. "It's Kim. Um." Was she okay? Well, she was alive, so, for a given definition of 'okay'... "Mostly it's just my arm. It. Uh. Snapped? Let's talk about something else now--" she pleaded, not wanting to think about how mangled it might have become under all that glass and wood and metal.

Then she heard the 'snikt', and hadn't a clue what that sound meant except rescue. Ironically, even if she had known what Logan was doing, she was one of few people who would have accepted it completely at face value--after all, Edward had a similar hand-addendum. As it were. She held perfectly still as directed, waiting until the pieces were lifted off her, taking the time to appreciate the smaller wounds now that she was trying to stop thinking about her arm. There was skin hanging loose on her cheek that flapped awkwardly whenever she spoke, and every time she stretched out her fingers to reassure herself that Andy was still there, she could feel the tiny shards of glass that had embedded themselves in her forearm prickling. This was much more unpleasant than a cheerleading injury. She was actually sort of proud of herself for only having fainted the once. Generally speaking she was a screamer, not a fainter, anyway.

At last she felt most of the weight of the cot and basketball hoop being lifted from atop her back and arm, and she bit her lip, whimpering softly as it was jostled. Kim knew everyone was being as careful as they could and she didn't want to make them feel bad that they were hurting her, because it was unavoidable. She really was grateful that they were digging her out.

"Thank you," she said, and was ashamed to hear how tiny and afraid her voice sounded. "Thank you so much." I will not cry. I will not look at my arm, and I will not cry.
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brain_ninja
2009-06-09 11:14 pm UTC (link)
Andy grunted a little as he tried to move again, unsuccessfully as the other man shouted almost exactly what Andy was thinking at the goddamn broken-nailed cry baby motherfucker across the room. "Kim, okay," he said quietly, dropping back down, spent with failing effort to free himself. He winced for her when she said that, essentially, her arm was broken.

When the other man, the one closest to him, told them to hold still, Andy did his best. He heard a strange sound and was dying to look, but he waited until he felt the weight lifted off him. As soon as was physically possible, Andy dragged himself forward out of the rubble and rolled onto his back, catching his breath, exhausted again. He lolled his head to the side to check on Kim and his eyes widened upon seeing the other man...and just what that sound had been. "Jesus! Jesus Christ!" he gasped in surprise, blinking hard in an effort to ensure he was actually seeing what he was seeing.

Seeing Kim still reaching for him, Andy reached out and took her hand - carefully, in case she hurt that, too - and rubbed a thumb over hers. "Hang in there, gimme a sec, Kim..." he panted, still trying to catch his breath. Looking back up at the man who had freed them both, Andy paled slightly. "Hey man, the girl by the door. Or...there's Lex. I dunno where Doc Lex is. Or Elliot - pretty blonde girl, about my height give or take..." he said slowly, wanting to make sure he was very clear and able to be understood; that his words weren't lost in gasps for air or mumbled inadvertently.

Andy let go of Kim's hand and, with effort, rolled onto his stomach again and then pushed himself up onto all fours. He wasn't far enough away from Kim, he didn't think, to merit the pain and effort it would take to push himself all the way up to his feet, so he crawled closer to her, careful not to knock any of the debris around her - or Kim, herself, for that matter. The gash on her cheek was the first thing Andy noticed when he was up close and his mouth opened as he lifted a hand to cover it, closing his eyes and fighting a wave of nausea. Don't you fucking puss out now, Gallagher, he thought and let out a deep breath in a huff, opening his eyes again and looking back at her.

"Okay...oh, shit, okay..." he tried to psych himself up. "Kim, this is gonna sting like a fucker, okay, but hang on for me..." he said and, groaning slightly from the sore muscles moving in his shoulders, Andy pulled his shirt off and crawled closer to her. The shirt was probably dirty. No, definitely dirty, but Andy used to watch Rescue 911 as a kid; he knew she'd need pressure on that particular wound to try and stop the bleeding and there was no way he was putting his bare, bleeding hands on it. Wrapping the shirt around one of his hands, Andy carefully scooted closer, still, to her and gave her an apologetic look as he pushed his wrapped hand gently against her cheek to apply pressure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said quietly and then, "where are all the motherfucking doctors?!" he shouted over his shoulder in frustration.

He could see the tears brimming in her eyes and Andy's own eyes caught sight of her arm, turning his stomach again at the awkward, unnatural angle of it. "Hey, Kim? Look at me, okay? Elliot will come back and she'll fix you right up. Or Doc Lex. Doc Lex fixed me up when I fucked up my leg, okay, and she'll take really good care of you when we find her, I know it," he said, trying to distract her. His free hand went to hers again - the one on the uninjured arm - and he gave it a gentle and -hopefully - reassuring squeeze. "Just hang in there, okay. If you could be anywhere in the whole world with anyone in the whole of the universe right now...where would you be? Who'd be with you?" he asked, wanting very much to take both their minds off the pain and thinking that disjointed and random conversation was about the only thing that came to mind that might work.
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clawed_one
2009-06-09 11:49 pm UTC (link)
Logan winced when Andy freaked out, but didn't comment. He'd be getting that a /lot/ today. "Calm down, kid. They're probably buried under shit themselves." He pointed out, the claw sliding back into his forearm before he stopped, head cocked, listening intently for a moment. He didn't need screams. He could locate people from the slightest sounds. "Got 'em. I'll have 'em out in a jiffy. You two stay put and don't go jostling anything until one of the docs get over here." And then he headed off to deal with the next person in need of assistance. Who just happened to not even be in the gym. "I'll be back with the others."
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brain_ninja
2009-06-10 09:52 pm UTC (link)
Looking over his shoulder to check the progress on the girl stuck under the rubble by the door, Andy was both angry, frustrated, and incredulous to see that the man who had so mercifully freed both he and Kim from their respective debris restraints had completely left the building, ignoring the girl Andy had pointed out to him twice.

"You fucking dolt!" Andy snapped angrily, face hot with anger and annoyance that he now had to try and do it himself when the other man was clearly in better shape. "Idiot," he muttered and then turned back to Kim. "Hey, hold that thought?" he asked gently, moving their intertwined hands up to her face. "Hold this. I'll be right back, Kim, okay? I promise. I'm just gonna go help that other girl. All right? Don't move, just hold the shirt against your face and I'm coming right back for you, I swear," he promised her, locking his eyes on her so that he knew she would understand.

With that, he very carefully extracted his hand from the shirt and let go of her hand with his other. "Hey, I'm coming, hang on," he called out to the unidentified female still amongst the rubble.

Andy hissed in pain when he stood, limping as fast as he could manage toward where he thought her voice had come from. He could see her struggling, or so he assumed with the debris moving slightly in one spot. "Hold still, it's gonna take me a sec," he admitted, knowing that he was nowhere near as strong as he probably needed to be to do this in a timely fashion.

"Kim, hey, you know what? Keep talking to me okay? I cut you off, but go ahead and answer the question I asked you," he called over his shoulder, wanting to continue to keep her distracted from her pain as he started moving around pieces of plaster and splintered wood.

"Hey, you under there? Can you hear me? You okay? I'm Andy," he said. Some sick, morbid humor in him gave him the urge to tack on, and I'll be your rescuer today, in a similarly fake tone to that of which he'd said, and I'll be your server today, when he'd worked at Tracy's diner back in Guthrie. "Listen, it's gonna take me a few tries to get all this shit off you, okay, so keep talking to me so I know I'm in the right place. And tell me if anything I move hurts you," he added. "What's your name?"
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spectreii
2009-06-10 10:07 pm UTC (link)
Laurie couldn't see Logan run out the door but definitly heard him. What the fuck?!She thought to herself. True she needed the help but she knew there had to be at least four more people that had yelled back at her for help. Why had he left before even taking a glance in their direction? She shook her head at the man and decided to worry about that later.

For a moment Laurie thought she was on her own with all the stuff that had her pinned in an odd way, not to mention the strain she could feel that warned her if she pulled on her left leg anymore it would surely break. What use would she be as a masked hero let alone a member of the Night Watch if she had a broken leg? Laurie let out a stream of curse words in frustration. The sudden voice of a man near her surprised her.

"Andy...?" she said surprsied by the name. "I can help you lift it off but I think there are some more piled on it..." she tried to move again but the strain in her left leg shot back at her. "I'm Laurie. Thank you for helping me, I swear I'm not always this weak." she let out a nervous laugh. "What about the others? I can't turn my head in their direction without pain, what's happening to them?" she was worried that she had been away from helping them for too long. She was a better hero than that, if only she hadn't let herself get hurt. The cuts in her arms she could deal with later and ignore...being trapped was another story...
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