Vas Captio Mods (![]() ![]() @ 2009-06-08 15:47:00 |
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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.