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Tweak says, "Holy pork chop!"

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

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!complete, day 10, george lass, jay, location: gas station, logan, open, silent bob

Day 10: Gas Station - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Gas Station
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. The glass fronted coolers chattered gently and a couple bricks of the marijuana inside toppled harmlessly to the floor. Outside the windmill began to spin and the gas pump nozzles rattled lightly.

All was quiet for a moment before bursting into loud, booming explosions as the gas tanks beneath the pumps ruptured with whatever fuel was not evaporated by now. Fires burning flickered and licked upward and outward at the building. Behind the gas station the windmill toppled on its rusty supports into the forest. Inside, the glass fronted coolers cracked and exploded in a spray of glass everywhere within the small building.

The floors, made of concrete and wood, pitched and the checkout counter split down the middle. The building itself stood strong and would have been fine. Except the ferris wheel, carried by the force and weight of the roller coaster train, swung down fast and hard into the fiery mess of the gas station, crushing everything, including the roof, in its path.

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

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clawed_one
2009-06-20 02:57 pm UTC (link)

For half a second, Logan hesitated, then, expression vicious, he looked down at Bob.

"I swear to you. I /ever/ get my hands on the fuckers responsible for this place ... I'll make 'em pay."

For a moment there, he looked like what he had become, for a time ... a conscienceless murdering machine. Then he reined it in, and, with a vicious, vivid curse, He turned and headed for George.

"Save your air, doll. I'm on my way." He yelled again ... and if he sounded like he wanted to kill something ... well ... he did.

*snikt* Claws out as he worked his way through the mess of metal, roofing, and god alone knew what else, hacking his way through obstructions when he had to until he finally spotted George.

"Fuck, doll. Gimmie a minute here. Don't wanna cut the wrong thing." Logan said as he studied the mass of shit on and around George.

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notgivingashit
2009-06-21 04:10 am UTC (link)

The groaning way in which Logan told her to save the air was unfamiliar to George, and while she couldn't say she'd been scared of him, she did what she was told.

Upon hearing the sound of his blades - which she didn't know he had yet - George grew more curious. They sounded like blades, had Logan brought swords with him this time? Where would he stash them?

Finally, she was feeling some air. And seeing something. A familiar face was always good, and if George's face hadn't been half covered in shit, Logan could've seen her smiling thankfully. Instead, she saw his claws, her jaw dropped and her eyes popped. "Holy fucking shit!" She exclaimed, voice muffled by the debris.

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clawed_one
2009-06-21 03:23 pm UTC (link)

Logan snorted. "Yeah, I got claws. Damn good thing, too. C'n you feel your feet, doll? Anything under there poking you hard someplace?" Trying to get a feel for how, exactly, she was trapped under there, and what would be safe to cut to get her out. For the moment, he retracted the claws and started carefully pulling the lighter hunks of crap off of her.

"How the hell you're still alive, doll ... " Logan shook his head, then smirked. "Guess you got a secret or two of your own, huh?"

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notgivingashit
2009-06-22 10:04 am UTC (link)

George would have nodded. Good thing indeed! "Yeah I'm fine. Just really fucking huge shard of glass in my stomach, is all. It went pretty deep when all this shit fell on me, but I'll be alright." Lucky her.

Looking away at his question, George raised her eyebrows in a facial shrug. "Yeah I guess you could say that. Can't die when you're already kind of dead, basically." She would explain further later. Now, she just really wanted to get the hell out of there.

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clawed_one
2009-06-22 06:23 pm UTC (link)

"Glass, gotcha." Logan said as he finished hauling as much of the stuff off as he could move. His eyebrows went through his hairline at te 'basically dead' comment, but he didn't start firing questions. Now was NOT the time.

"Whatever you do, don't squirm." He told her, popping a single claw and starting to (carefully) carve through bits of metal and roofing, keeping a leery eye and ear on the bulk of the ferris wheel and roof that was around and partially over them. It creaked and groaned, but showed no signs of shifting suddenly as he cut away bits, thankfully.

Eventually, he had everything he could see pinning her down cut into manageable chunks, and started carefully lifting them away, one by one. "Yell if something starts digging into you."

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	notgivingashit 2009-06-23 07:36 pm UTC (link)
	George would be happy to explain this later. Later being the key word here. "Okay." She told Logan, as she started hearing the same creaking sound he was hearing. It better not fucking give. "Oh, don't worry, I will!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	clawed_one 2009-06-25 03:42 pm UTC (link)
	Logan soon had George uncovered. He grimaced at the hunk of glass in her stomach. "If I pull that out, will it heal over?" He needs to know as he starts checking her over for any damage she hadn't noticed thanks to being squished. "'cause if so, probably best to get it out now. If not, gonna have to leave it there for the docs to take care of." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notgivingashit 2009-06-29 06:18 am UTC (link)
	Nodding twice, George wanted to take a deep breath but somehow, it felt like it would be much, much worse a pain if she did so. "Pull it, Logan, otherwise I can't even get the hell out of here. It'll take a little while, but I'll be fine." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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