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Tweak says, "Ya wanna check it out?"

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
2009-06-20 12:25 am UTC (link)

"That Insider bloke?" Sid asked, furrowing his brow slightly. "Yeah, right twat he is. I've got friends I haven't seen for days...dunno if they're dead or alive. Dunno if they're here or gone or what. 'm thinking if he's as smart as he likes to play at, he won't be coming 'round any time soon," he replied in a low voice. He was not as affected, perhaps, as others who had been around longer, but he was missing people still. He hoped they were all right. Soon as he found his journal, he would ask around.

The first name she gave took Sid off guard and he blinked, relieved when she gave the second. "Ammy, right. That'll be it, then, yeah? I probably won't remember the first...or else I'll go mad trying not to slaughter it," he joked with a weak smile. "Nice to meet you, too." All things considered, went left unsaid.

When she asked where he was and whether he minded her asking, he started to shake his head only to wince in pain. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. "Theatre," he replied. "'m better off than the Asian bloke who was with me...the whole sodding balcony fell on him. He's lucky he's bloody alive, still..." He paused, then, looking her over slightly. "What about you, then?"

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