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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for ([info]brain_ninja) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-02 01:08:00

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Entry tags:!complete, andy gallagher, day 02, location: church, luna lovegood

Day Two - Mid-afternoon
Who: Andy Gallagher and Luna Lovegood
What: Reuniting after their respective experiments
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: The church
Rating: TBA, probably G or PG
Status: Complete



By the time Andy had dragged his sorry self back up the road from the gym, his clothes were covered in mud and what would be drying blood if not for the rain. For all the times he'd had to stop and sit on the dirt road holding his hands over the leg wound and putting pressure there, he'd lost a lot of blood in the rain and a lot of it ended up on his clothes. He was tired and all he wanted to do was lay down and rest. Well, second to seeing for himself that Luna was all right. After he'd heard that she'd had an experiment as well, his panic and worry had gone off the scale.

He sat on the steps of the church for a few minutes, letting the rain wash out the wounds he'd refused to clean in the shower. Shit, if the water was going to be cold, anyway, what was the point of sticking around the gym and letting Martha potentially coddle him when all he wanted was to be back at the church and to see Luna again?

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he pulled himself to his feet and hobbled inside, closing the door behind him. His heart sank when he saw that Luna wasn't there. Heaving a sigh, too tired to change his clothes, he made his way to the front of the church and stood in front of the dying fire for a moment, striking another match and throwing it in to reignite it.

At every creak or sound, he looked hopefully over his shoulder for Luna, disappointed and even more worried with every passing sound that wasn't her. She had to come back soon, right? Sam had said she was all right, in the journals, and that he'd take care of her...all Andy could do now was trust that and wait.



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[info]brain_ninja
2009-04-07 03:25 am UTC (link)
Thankful for the fact that Luna was willing to keep a watch when he was so tired, Andy gave her another small smile and a nod of renewed gratitude. He slid off the pew and down onto the alter cloth they'd been sleeping on the night before.

Laying on his back, Andy turned his head to look up at Luna one last time before he let himself pass out for a few hours...if only to get a last look at her face in case this whole thing - along with Cold Oak, if he was lucky - was just one big, fucked up, Taco Bell- and too much weed-induced nightmare. Maybe, he'd thought, if it was and he got a good look at her before he went back to sleep, in turn waking himself up in reality, at least he'd remember her face for a while. Although, in the process of moving his eyes upward, he took note of her muddy bare feet. "Dude..." he said, finally looking up at her face. "Have you been barefoot this whole time or just when you went outside to get more water...?" he asked.

A wave of fatigue ran through him and before he could let her answer, he lolled his head back again, looking up at the ceiling through bleary, tired eyes and blinking. Shit, he needed, like, a week's worth of sleep to make up for everything that had gone down in the past three days... He felt badly, but he couldn't help the fact that his eyes were already closing and sleep was already starting to take him. Hopefully, if she was a real girl and not a figment of his imagination, she'd be able to forgive him for passing out mid-conversation like a drunken frat boy.

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