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Tweak says, "Slap that monkey butt"

Okami Ametarasu (okamiofthesun) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-14 16:53:00

Current mood:	anxious
Entry tags:	!dropped, amaterasu, day 11, location: gym, open, sid jenkins

When others tell you to turn around...
Who: Amaterasu and OTA (Sid or Tink, maybe?)
What: She's surveying what damage is done to everyone, and how she can help out.
When: Day 11. 9 am-ish?
Where: Gym
Rating: TBA, probably not very high, though.
Status: Active

It had been worse than Ammy imagined, the earthquakes, anyway. Lots of blood, and just about every trail, blood or just words, led her towards the gym. Her head swirled with possibilities, and none of them were filled with sunshine and happiness.

She wormed herself through the wreckage of the opening, with little damage done to her slowly healing leg and back. Once she was able to move around without too much of a noticable limp, she walked as best she could towards the area where the injured were, and as careful and quiet as a moonless night, krept through the rows of cots for the injured or even familiar faces; or, if someone just needed a faithful companion.

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emo_underdog
2009-06-14 05:21 pm UTC (link)

It had been a fairly sleepless night. Between the moans and groans of the others injured and taking shelter and the fact that every time he tried to move, his ankle screamed out in painful protest, Sid hadn't gotten much sleep. He supposed that was probably just as well, because what little sleep he did get was filled with nightmares.

Instead, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling barely held together above him and thought of Cass; how he was suddenly glad, for the first time in forever, that she was far, far away from him. How, even though he wished with every ounce of his being that she could be sitting there beside him, pushing his hair out of his face and telling him that she loved him or nursing him back like she had with Chris, he'd never been happier to know that she was somewhere he wasn't. Somewhere safe.

Sid thought of Anders and Jenny and Cheryl and wondered where they were. Anders wasn't in the gym and Sid was pretty sure that was where he'd decided to stay - to build the Pyramid court that they'd never finished. What little they'd managed to start was long gone in the rubbish of the remains of the building. Jenny and Cheryl usually stayed at the theatre, but he hadn't seen them, either of them, in days. If they were in there now...they wouldn't live, Sid didn't think.

He thought of Bob who didn't talk and Jay who didn't shut up and wondered if they'd been smoking weed just like he'd been about to; wondered if they'd gotten themselves safely out of the petrol station. He wondered if the petrol station was even still in one piece...Sid had no idea if the tanks of gasoline outside were empty, full, or somewhere in between. He hoped they'd been empty, but without being able to go look, there was no way of knowing.

He thought of the bloke named Cielo and realized he'd never bothered to ask where the other kept himself. He'd met him five days ago - Christ, had he really been here that long? - and had neither seen nor heard from him since. And, Sid thought of Logan and wondered where he was in this bloody mess. Whether he was still all right.

Most people around him were quiet and still; some where still sleeping. Sid resented them for the ability to do so as he lolled his head to the side to silently survey the wreckage near the door for what seemed like the millionth time since he'd gotten in. He remembered the Doctor dragging him in; remembered how much it had hurt to move through the rubble.

In his direct line of sight was an Asian woman, this time. She looked better off than he was, he supposed, but some people were better at hiding their pain. Sid didn't really bother to try. When the pain made him nauseous, he threw up. When the pain made him want to break down, he cried. There was no one to impress here and Sid didn't care if they all thought he was a giant poofter for crying when no one else seemed to be. He'd been through a lot in the past months...but the previous day had taken the cake, for sure.

"Oi, all right?" he asked, a little surprised by the quiet croak of his voice for the complete lack of use in the past twelve or more hours.

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okamiofthesun
2009-06-14 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Amaterasu didn't sleep, either. She was busy the whole night, forcing herself to stay focused on finding that thing in the journals. Perhaps she was just a person now, without much power, but she would keep her promise, regardless. The moment it (that thing in the weird scrolls that reminded her of her arch nemesis, Yami) stepped into the glass prison, she would try her damnedest to tear it to shreds.

Once she heard a noise, her stance changed from cautious to alert mode, complete with her lips pulled back in a mockery of a wolf's warning, but relaxed when nothing seemed to happen.

Ammy turned on the pads of her feet, ignoring the searing pain in her leg and back (all that running made her wounds stay open, if not worse) as she faced Sid. She approached him calmly, like an old friend, but softly, choosing not to stare at his injury. "I think so. You?" She was careful not to be loud, to allow the ones who were sleeping their rest. Her voice was soft, and sweet, despite her obvious injuries.

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