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

Entry tags:

!complete, day 10, laura moon, location: pharmacy/liquor store, open, remy lebeau

Day 10: Pharmacy/Liquor Store - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Pharmacy/Liquor Store
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. Bottles of liquor rattled on shelves. Pills chuttered in the bottles of medication waiting to create prescriptions. Newspaper rustled on the front counter and then all fell quiet.

Then, as if giant feet had decided to play soccer within the store, some of the shelves of liquor and bottles of medicine rocked and fell. The sound of shattering glass was drowned out by the roar of one of the outer walls cracking in half and falling outward into the street. The roof split with the screeching of metal beams, rusted metal bars wrenching free and slicing downward into the shelves that were still upright. Anyone in their path would be knocked down and skewered before being buried beneath falling shelves of breaking liquor bottles or exploding containers of pills or possibly corrosive liquids.

As the rest of the roof came crashing down, anyone inside would be trapped in a near lethal cloud of alcohol and cleaning fluid as it pools on the floor of the store. Any pills that have exploded from the bottles will combine with the mess on the floor and also add to the dangerous concoction which will be as volatile a danger as a leaking gas main to anyone who is in this building.

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

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-16 12:13 am UTC (link)

"C'est la vie." Simply spoken from the red-headed young man who lifted both of his eyebrows in a surprisingly challenging manner. "I am who I am, Chere. You are who who are, non? Even if you ain' anymore." If that made sense to her, then she was on the same wavelength as he was.. if not, then she'd be one of many people who didn't always get Cajun Logic. "If you was alive, you divorce your husban' an' come be mine." That was said rather confidently, as he took a step forward to bring himself too close. Uncomfortably close. Intimately close. "But you ain'. No use cryin' ov'r spill milk, oui? You talkin' 'bou' all 'dese t'in's you done, all 'dese t'in's you coul'a done. Ain' doin' you no good. Ain' doin' 'dat boy yours no good. You screwe' up, non? You dea'. An' you rottin'. Ain' you ain' sleepin' 'roun' no more, 'case t'in's star' fallin' off." He couldn't help the way his mouth twisted up as he said that.

"But how lon' you gon' t'ink 'bou' it? You got 'terni'y, you gon' t'ink 'bou' it 'til ain' not'in' lef' of 'de worl'? C'est ridicule. C'est prodigue. Someone screwe' up an' you stuck here. Here. You here, Chere. Not 'dere. Here. You spen' half 'de time t'inkin' 'bou' now as you spen' t'inkin' 'bou' 'den, an' I bet you get t'in's figure' out here real fas'." He moved an ungloved finger (just two out of five) to poke her in the chest with it, just above her breasts, against her sternum, missing the metal protruding. "Dites-moi donc. Wha's somet'in' you wan' do righ' now? 'Dis minu'e. Don' t'ink har', jus' say wha' come up firs'. Wha' you wan' do, righ' now?"

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spitandviolets
2009-06-16 12:31 am UTC (link)

He did have a point, yet again. She was going to get sick of him having points. Between him and Sarah, Laura would have nothing left to bitch about by the end of the week. Not that she did a whole lot of bitching to begin with. After all, she was dead. She couldn't complain about a whole lot. The weather, maybe, and a whole lot of crap that didn't matter so much anymore, but that was about it. Then again, without those things, she'd be a really boring conversationalist. She wasn't big on the whole gaining life experience thing of late.

"I don't know," she said, shaking her head. She felt the warmth of his fingers. Even if he wasn't feeling particularly warm, he was way warmer than she was. "Well, I do know. I want to find L, and I want to find my Norn water. Because looking like this is just inconvenient. And I'd love to hear what you'd have to say if I wasn't in pieces." She smirked at him slightly. She felt guilty about that almost immediately after she'd said it. She should have stuck with finding L. That sounded less selfish.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-16 12:37 am UTC (link)

"D'accord. We fin' your boy. An' maybe when 'dat place ain' gon' make me rotty like you, we go back an' we fin' your wa'er. 'Den, I tell you wha' I t'ink. But if you look 'dis good, all t'in's consi'rin', when you dea'? You gon' have to hol' your boy back, 'cause I'm gon' say some t'in's he ain' gon' like." The Cajun didn't always have the cleanest mouth, and if a pretty woman wanted him to tell her what he thought about her? Well. He certainly wouldn't be clean, and he'd let her know all the things that he wanted to do to her.

But not right now. Interesting as it would be, to sleep with a corpse... not one that was rotting, no matter how pretty her face was. And with that, he was backing off, then dipping to grab the crutches up and beginning their trek again. Another two hundred feet to the gym and their journey would end there. "If he go' hur', he in 'dere, Chere. But you migh' wanna wai' ou'si'e, non?" Lest people.. well.. It just might be better.

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