Zoe Washburne (warrior_woman) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-01-24 19:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | in arkham, stephen strange, zoe washburne |
Opportunism at its worst or best (Strange)
Zoe had been sleeping, or dozing; her dream, what there was of it, had been lovely, calm, and warm. She was safely in the arms of a man who loved her, but then it all changed. Things went dark. There was this sound in the distance. It sounded as if the whole world were looking to come down, or with the metallic crunch and screams, it sounded as if she were back in the trenches. She didn't want to leave the dream, wonderfully loving dream, but the sounds demanded attention.
The warrior woman sat up, reaching instinctively for the weapon that had recently been replaced by a spork. She wasn't sure what the sounds were out in the hall, but she knew the way the people cried out in pain that something very bad was going on. The spork and her wits were all she had to protect herself and others. She took just enough time to slide on her...boots? She didn't have time to think about how they'd gotten into her room.
With a few quick steps, she was at her door and opened it a crack to see what was going on. Instinct was all that saved her. She ducked and rolled before she really realized what was coming; the large slab of metal slanted awkwardly where she'd just been standing. Chinese curses fell softly as she collected herself. She didn't know how she was going to get out of here now; thankfully, she didn't have to figure it out. Just as quickly as the metal buried itself into the wall, it came free and went flying to hit another part of the hallway.
Zoe didn't wait too long, as it the room, her room felt unstable. The walls had cracks that looked very not so livable. She grabbed up the small thing mattress. It wouldn't be much protection, but it'd be something. The spork forgotten, and she was about to head out into the hallway as some crazy woman came flying by on a gurney; the crazy woman looked all too happy with the madness.
With the crazy gone, the warrior woman looked around. There was pain, destruction, and loss. She wanted to help, but she felt that she could do more help outside. She could come back and get them out; some part of her wondered if this was truly her motive, or if she really just wanted the hell out of the whackadoo farm. Bits of the asylum seemed to be falling, but much of the staff didn't seem to care. She stood there for longer than she intended, but not so long the orderlies could try to get her back in her or some other room.
With mattress overhead, she started after the crazy woman; Zoe supposed she now had someone she'd have to deal with on the outside. No one who caused this sort of chaos was good for the innocent people she had agreed to protect. Now and then she'd stop to see if she could help, but never staying still long enough to get caught. She had to get out of here. Of course, she wasn't going to say "no" if someone wanted to come along with her. In fact, she suggested as much to those she passed. It was time to get out; she wasn't a fan of this sort of opportunism, but she'd take it. She'd make it right soon.