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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 15:57:00

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!complete, day 10, kaylee frye, location: thrift store, open, river tam

Day 10: Thrift Shop - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Thrift Shop
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 chattering of metal on metal tinkled through the store as hangers rattled on their racks and there was a gentle clatter of knick-knacks scattering just slightly, practically staying in place for the barely-there amount of movement put forth. Then everything stilled and the quiet was restored.

This stillness was to lend false hope. Less than a moment later, the earth began to shake violently, throwing those very same knick-knacks from their shelves and to the floor with clatters and crashes. The windows seemed to implode, the glass shattering inward and shards of it raining almost horizontally into the store before either embedding themselves into walls or shelves or falling to the floor. The ceiling tiles dropped out of their respective places, a few of the thin metal supports fluttering to the floor like gigantic pieces of ticker tape.

Lights broke free of their fixtures, thumping to the floor heavily before the bulbs smashed into tiny pieces. Free standing metal racks of clothes tipped from their positions, falling like dominoes, one on top of the other until the quaking shook them free enough to fall completely and independently to the floor.

Clothing, accessories, and sporting goods are tossed about like a ship on the ocean, falling where they might, piling up or else shattering, cracking, breaking, or rolling lazily around on the floor. And then...it was over.

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

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sweetredfruit
2009-06-14 07:17 pm UTC (link)

River more or less slumped out of Kaylee's arms, and her numbish fingers let her slip away. She herself sat down on the ground next to the young girl, but it was more a graceful collapse rather than sitting nearly. Her knees bent beneath her and off to the side of her body, Kaylee planted her palms flat on the ground in front of her.

"I..uh," struggling through the fog in her head just then to answer River's question, she lifted a hand to her temple, where the pain was sharp rather than a dull throb. When she pulled her fingers away, blood was smeared on the tips of her fingers, and even through her haze she remembered that head wounds did bleed an awful lot. So some blood in her hair and at her temple should not be awful worrying.

Internally Kaylee wondered if her calm was part of the head injury.

Hearing a familiar voice, she looked up and over to see Logan striding up. "Hi Logan," the mechanic greeted a bit distantly. Aware of the fact that both she and River had their very own glass spikes, River's a good deal bigger and more obvious than the half dozen or so stuck into her back. "Oh, okay." Doctors would be nice, yes. Carefully, she levered herself up to stand again, her legs a bit shaky beneath her.

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