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controllingluck) wrote2012-01-15 11:46 pm
controllingluck) wrote2012-01-15 11:46 pm
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Apartment Attack Log - Continued from LJ
Because LJ is being an ASS and because we want to continue... Tower Apartment Attack Thread
Himawari: [She lived on the 3rd floor in a two bedroom apartment. She had lived there in these apartments for two years now and for over a year in this place. It was nice, comfortable, and though a bit rundown, she loved it anyhow. The pets seemed to like it as well, but she was learning, over the years, to read what they wanted when they acted out.]
[Today it had been Oran, whimpering at the door for a good five minutes that had her putting shoes on and grabbing the leash. She had her bag on and as just in the kitchen to feed the cat before she would take the dog for a walk. That had to be what he wanted, right?]
[She was headed for the door when it happened, thankfully not in her room. When the explosions rocked the building she fell back into a table. When the other half of her house disappeared however she dropped to the floor, hands over her head and covering herself from flying debris, half scrambling to get under the table and hidden.]
[She was unsure how long it had been when she started to actually realize that something had happened. Shock. She sat there in utter shock. Something sparked across the room, something else hissed. A dog was whimpering, something pulled at strands of her hair. She was covered in dust, dirt and who knows what else. There was glass, rock, plaster and who knows what in her hair, on her skin, covering her. It took her a good few minutes to break a herself out of just staring to actually moving.]
[Was she breathing? Yes... she was sure she was, which was why breathing hurt. Coughing more often then not now. Her hand covered her face, shaking herself out of this shocked daze.]
O-Oran? [the dog silently crept out of a fallen cabinet in the kitchen. Her bird was pulling at her hair, trying to get her to move. A moment later her cat came out form behind the dog. Everyone was there, alive. No one was hurt.]
[No one but herself. It was as she was moving that she realized she was bleeding. Her leg had several cuts in them, but one place had something sticking into it. Not a bone, and she could move the foot, but it hurt. Holding onto her leg she hissed. The shock kept it form hurting too much at least. Tears ran down her dirty face, muddying them some, but she didn't cry out or scream. Instead she started to push herself to standing, leaning on a broken wall. They needed to get out of here. There were others in this building as well. So many others...]
[She wished and willed that everyone had some form of luck. Some good luck to have survived this. She didn't realize, as she thought about that, that she was crying more now. Please, Please, please let everyone be alright.]
[It took some time, but she got a cloth wrapped around her leg, got the cat tucked away in her bag. The bird on her shoulder, the dog leading the way she attempted to get out of her apartment. The door was stuck, blocked, something, so she tried pulling it off, struggling with it. She could see the hallway outside. It was still there the way she needed, but it was cluttered with things.]
Hello!? [She called out the part of the door she had mostly opened.] Is anyone out there!? [But in case no one answered, she would keep fighting to pull the door open enough for them to slip outside.]
Will: [Graham had been late on his drive home from the coast, booking it down the highway between Sector 7 and 4 before the sirens could cry out. At the pass near the massive power and gas buildings was where he saw it, a bright flicker of flame and billowing plums of smoke outside his driver's shield.]
Hima...
[6 months it has taken his inebriated eidetic eye to map out the roadways and blocks between the docks and the farmland. 6 months of fear, insanity, depression, and mild recovery would blow sky-high. There was no mistake where that blast had come. Graham's heart constricted as he put on the breaks and before any sense of self-preservation could dare to kick in, he was speeding his tiny VW towards the scene.
Already ambulance and fire-control were on the scene and every where he looked there were new-comers being escorted out with debris covering them, some unscathed, others not so lucky.
Luck. He wasn't feeling a stitch of it that moment as he pushed through the chaos and searched every face without a single one matching the one girl he gave a damn about here.]
Where is she? Himawari Kunogi!
She's about 5' 3'', long black hair, brown eyes?
Look, she's Japanese, Himawari Kunogi, you had to have seen her! She was on the third fucking floor!
[Every emergency service worker gave him a shake of their heads, telling him people were still looking and to be patient. To Hell with it! You make your own damn luck!
Graham tightened up his leather jacket and pulled it up around his neck, shoving off a security guard who tried to grab him before he ducked under the police tape. It was stupid. Against all primal instincts it was idiotic to forge into the smoke and ash.
He wasn't a goddamn Uberman like every other comic-book hero here. He was Joe-shmo with a freakishly good memory. However without him even noticing, that memory was the best weapon he had at that moment. Hallways he once took to get to her apartment were covered in rubble, numbers to the doorways had been shattered or knocked askew.
Graham found a fire-escape that a small group was shuffling down from the second floor and leapt on the moment they passed. Every second he was berating how much shit he was getting himself into. He had been doing that his whole life, running head-first into situations that now marked him all over his body, all the sake of "saving another couple of lives".
By the time he reached the third floor from the ladder he was covered in sweat, the embers and tendrils of smoke stinging his eyes. Looking to the door number at his side, he turned to see the long stretch of hallway covered in debris, from massive scaffolding to slabs of concrete. There was that sudden rush that the whole world is so much bigger than you and just one moron can't make a dent in it.
Her room was at the other end and calamity stood between him.]
HIMAWARI!
Himawari: [It wasn't just that the door was blocked but it was stuck, the foundation having pressed in on top of it, leaving it bowed and unmoving. Just a crack of it open. The other side of her apartment was pretty much torn away and if she wanted to brave it she could go around the edge, perhaps? go to the piles of other crap in her way? But the smoke and fire, the falling rubble and other things kept her far away from that side of the place. Instead she worked on the door, pushing, pulling and calling out it once in a while.]
[When that didn't work she pulled her sword out, stabbing into it as best she could, trying to stab out a hole they could get though, but the coughing and stuff in the air made it hard, and the bleeding she was doing in her leg, the pain she would feel made her stop. At the moment, her sword point was sticking through the door but not moving.]
[She sat again, tightening the cloth around her leg, starting to feel the pain more now that the shock was settling some. It was still there though. She still was only half getting it. There was an explosion. The apartment was under attack. Something happened and now her place was.... half gone. Others were here, she had to check on them.]
[Oran suddenly moved, pressing his husky nose into the door and woofed. Barked and then barked again. It was rare for the dog to make such noise, but he had heard the man call her name. Oran barked harder to get his attention.]
[Himawari's apartment was at the end of the mess, half there half gone, the hall way fell off into the 2ed and first floor, filled with the floors form above as well. Her place was getting a lot of crap inside it as well. Thankfully not a bad fire here, but that wouldn't last too long, right?]
Yes! Yes, we're still here! [the girl yelled, scrambling to the door, yanking the sword out and pushing on it again, on the space she tried to cut out, on the door itself. Anything.] I'm stuck! [she coughed hard, trying to get a proper breath again.] Please, I can't get out!
Will: [The bark of that beautiful mutt might as well been a guardian angel singing hymns. Graham inched closer down the cracked and up-heaved hallways, feeling the floors shiver like the fragile earth of a volcano about to blow its top again. He was muttering little praises to the yips and yowls, as he haphazardly dodged dislodged doorways and ducked beneath fallen cieling-boards.]
Good boy, good boy, Oran, I hear ya.
[And then her voice came, touching his ears like a pining caress.]
I hear you! I'm c-coming, I'm almost there!
I'm almost... t-there.
[He reached the edge of what seemed to be the mouth of the abyss. The hallway completely sunk into the second floor far below his footsteps. He could see the limbs of a young woman crushed amongst blood, splinters and glass beneath the threshold of her own apartment. Graham winced as he pressed his cheek to the wall closest to the edge of the shattered pit.]
Keep talking! Let me know you're there!
[If he could focus only on her voice, the fall wouldn't seem so far. The edge wouldn't seem so small as he carefully touched his foot to test its weight and settled with a raspy sigh. He felt like a prison break at Alcatraz, inching along the side of the towers, praying for the spotlight not to sweep over you. Sniper rifles above you, a black merciless ocean below. For him it was the spears of scaffolding, red-hot from the scattered fires, below was a three story drop into stolid cement and twisted steal.
Graham's hands and back flattened against the wall as he shimmied across, listening only for that sweet girl's tentative voice.]
Almost there.. almost ther--FFSH!
[At the last possible centimeter, his weight crumpled the weak flooring, his foot bursting through and his body falling after with a gasp. He scrambled to latch onto the edge, legs flailing as he clawed for anything to catch unto. He hoped the bastards who did this would find no satisfaction in what they had done.
The smell of the broken charges was fervent in the air, these guys had been long prepared. A grudge that was deep. Deeper than the bullshit whines and cries of the natives. Whatever petty inconvenience the newcomers had brought to them was never worth the lives of innocents who were every bit as much prisoners of this island as they were.
Graham could feel himself slipping till he felt flesh under his own, warm and slightly calloused. He gripped with all his might, hoping to buy whoever was there several cases of beer when they were done with this. When he had pulled himself up, what he was met with the half-burred corpse of a man, pinned under several layers of his own home. He had been dead for at least 10 minutes. Graham cringed with dread but held on, grasping unto the man's shirt-sleeves and hauling himself up.]
I'm s..sorry.. I'm really sorry, buddy..
[The next few feet were relative to a cake-walk after that, earning a few scrapes and singed hair as he crawled over the larger bulks of debris, till he fell at Himawari's door-step, immediately seeing the blade pierced through the door. He knelt down, trying to see if he could peer inside, but then pressed his lips close to the edge of the blade.
How she fared now was all that mattered.]
Hey, h-hey are you hurt?
Himawari:[Himawari was not in the best state to notice exactly what was going on out in the hall. The roof above her was mostly in tact, but sagging at the edges, the floor below her was still holding up under her, so for now, nothing was as bad as it coul---no this was bad.]
[She was still in a daze about what the hell was happening. There were a few newcomers in the building. A few new people. Helen and Amy and the Doctor and Caster and all her greeter friends were in this building somewhere.]
[And Will was there? She let out a gasp, pressing to the door again, coughing.]
Will!? Will what are you doing here?! You can't... can't be here too! [she complained, now not sure if she was believing this or not. Oran barked again, and moved back, staying near the girl. Himawari pulled the sword out of the door, carefully giving it a wiggle first so that Will knew it was moving, then pulled it back beside her. She leaned forward to peek through the holes she had already put in the door, having started to stab and cut a hole to punch out if she could.]
I'm fine! Not hurt, just trapped. Something... happened. [no kidding. She sounded a bit dazzed though, and she was okay, but she was talking and alright enough to understand who was there.]
I can't get around... that... that side. It's just... gone. [she coughed again and pressed both hands on the door, where she had been cutting] If you can get a hole in this, I can squeeze out. [which was her original plan. Ignore the fact that something else just dropped on the other side of her room with a shatter and a crash. The cold of the evening air chilling her to a shiver. She wanted out badly. It would be night soon, wouldn't it?]
Will:[That evening breeze was starting to catch up with him as well. Almost soothing the little burns from the embers on his cheek that stung with his own salty sweat. He would have taken comfort in it if it were not for what it foreshadowed.
He was almost content with her scolding.]
Yeah, I'm sorry about that. You can hit me for it later.
[That was a promise.
Looking at the little fissure she had made in the door, he got a swift idea and touched his hand to the shoulder holsters under his jacket.]
Quick, crawl as far away from the door as you can and I want you--I want you to lay your cheek on the floor. I'm going to shoot around the hole enough that I should be able to break though, can you do that Himawari?
Himawari:[Thankfully her side of the complex wasn't as bad as the second tower, but she wasn't even sure what stood with all that still. She wasn't sure of much of anything other then Will's voice telling her to move, head down and all.]
[Shoot? oh dear...] Y-yes, I can do that, I... I can, um... [she looked around then started to move again.] Oran, over here, Oran... come here... [she told the dog, making it back away towards the kitchen again. She started to get to a knee to move faster, but hissed as her leg burned in pain. Dropping to her hip again she held back the whimper, sliding herself back away from the door. Mostly back towards her kitchen she looped a arm around the dogs neck and gave a]
Okay! We're clear! [...before pulling the dog the bird, the bag with the cat, her sword and her down and clear, or as clear as she could be. She coughed again, closed her eyes, curled up a bit, and protected her and the pets, waiting]
Himawari: [She lived on the 3rd floor in a two bedroom apartment. She had lived there in these apartments for two years now and for over a year in this place. It was nice, comfortable, and though a bit rundown, she loved it anyhow. The pets seemed to like it as well, but she was learning, over the years, to read what they wanted when they acted out.]
[Today it had been Oran, whimpering at the door for a good five minutes that had her putting shoes on and grabbing the leash. She had her bag on and as just in the kitchen to feed the cat before she would take the dog for a walk. That had to be what he wanted, right?]
[She was headed for the door when it happened, thankfully not in her room. When the explosions rocked the building she fell back into a table. When the other half of her house disappeared however she dropped to the floor, hands over her head and covering herself from flying debris, half scrambling to get under the table and hidden.]
[She was unsure how long it had been when she started to actually realize that something had happened. Shock. She sat there in utter shock. Something sparked across the room, something else hissed. A dog was whimpering, something pulled at strands of her hair. She was covered in dust, dirt and who knows what else. There was glass, rock, plaster and who knows what in her hair, on her skin, covering her. It took her a good few minutes to break a herself out of just staring to actually moving.]
[Was she breathing? Yes... she was sure she was, which was why breathing hurt. Coughing more often then not now. Her hand covered her face, shaking herself out of this shocked daze.]
O-Oran? [the dog silently crept out of a fallen cabinet in the kitchen. Her bird was pulling at her hair, trying to get her to move. A moment later her cat came out form behind the dog. Everyone was there, alive. No one was hurt.]
[No one but herself. It was as she was moving that she realized she was bleeding. Her leg had several cuts in them, but one place had something sticking into it. Not a bone, and she could move the foot, but it hurt. Holding onto her leg she hissed. The shock kept it form hurting too much at least. Tears ran down her dirty face, muddying them some, but she didn't cry out or scream. Instead she started to push herself to standing, leaning on a broken wall. They needed to get out of here. There were others in this building as well. So many others...]
[She wished and willed that everyone had some form of luck. Some good luck to have survived this. She didn't realize, as she thought about that, that she was crying more now. Please, Please, please let everyone be alright.]
[It took some time, but she got a cloth wrapped around her leg, got the cat tucked away in her bag. The bird on her shoulder, the dog leading the way she attempted to get out of her apartment. The door was stuck, blocked, something, so she tried pulling it off, struggling with it. She could see the hallway outside. It was still there the way she needed, but it was cluttered with things.]
Hello!? [She called out the part of the door she had mostly opened.] Is anyone out there!? [But in case no one answered, she would keep fighting to pull the door open enough for them to slip outside.]
Will: [Graham had been late on his drive home from the coast, booking it down the highway between Sector 7 and 4 before the sirens could cry out. At the pass near the massive power and gas buildings was where he saw it, a bright flicker of flame and billowing plums of smoke outside his driver's shield.]
Hima...
[6 months it has taken his inebriated eidetic eye to map out the roadways and blocks between the docks and the farmland. 6 months of fear, insanity, depression, and mild recovery would blow sky-high. There was no mistake where that blast had come. Graham's heart constricted as he put on the breaks and before any sense of self-preservation could dare to kick in, he was speeding his tiny VW towards the scene.
Already ambulance and fire-control were on the scene and every where he looked there were new-comers being escorted out with debris covering them, some unscathed, others not so lucky.
Luck. He wasn't feeling a stitch of it that moment as he pushed through the chaos and searched every face without a single one matching the one girl he gave a damn about here.]
Where is she? Himawari Kunogi!
She's about 5' 3'', long black hair, brown eyes?
Look, she's Japanese, Himawari Kunogi, you had to have seen her! She was on the third fucking floor!
[Every emergency service worker gave him a shake of their heads, telling him people were still looking and to be patient. To Hell with it! You make your own damn luck!
Graham tightened up his leather jacket and pulled it up around his neck, shoving off a security guard who tried to grab him before he ducked under the police tape. It was stupid. Against all primal instincts it was idiotic to forge into the smoke and ash.
He wasn't a goddamn Uberman like every other comic-book hero here. He was Joe-shmo with a freakishly good memory. However without him even noticing, that memory was the best weapon he had at that moment. Hallways he once took to get to her apartment were covered in rubble, numbers to the doorways had been shattered or knocked askew.
Graham found a fire-escape that a small group was shuffling down from the second floor and leapt on the moment they passed. Every second he was berating how much shit he was getting himself into. He had been doing that his whole life, running head-first into situations that now marked him all over his body, all the sake of "saving another couple of lives".
By the time he reached the third floor from the ladder he was covered in sweat, the embers and tendrils of smoke stinging his eyes. Looking to the door number at his side, he turned to see the long stretch of hallway covered in debris, from massive scaffolding to slabs of concrete. There was that sudden rush that the whole world is so much bigger than you and just one moron can't make a dent in it.
Her room was at the other end and calamity stood between him.]
HIMAWARI!
Himawari: [It wasn't just that the door was blocked but it was stuck, the foundation having pressed in on top of it, leaving it bowed and unmoving. Just a crack of it open. The other side of her apartment was pretty much torn away and if she wanted to brave it she could go around the edge, perhaps? go to the piles of other crap in her way? But the smoke and fire, the falling rubble and other things kept her far away from that side of the place. Instead she worked on the door, pushing, pulling and calling out it once in a while.]
[When that didn't work she pulled her sword out, stabbing into it as best she could, trying to stab out a hole they could get though, but the coughing and stuff in the air made it hard, and the bleeding she was doing in her leg, the pain she would feel made her stop. At the moment, her sword point was sticking through the door but not moving.]
[She sat again, tightening the cloth around her leg, starting to feel the pain more now that the shock was settling some. It was still there though. She still was only half getting it. There was an explosion. The apartment was under attack. Something happened and now her place was.... half gone. Others were here, she had to check on them.]
[Oran suddenly moved, pressing his husky nose into the door and woofed. Barked and then barked again. It was rare for the dog to make such noise, but he had heard the man call her name. Oran barked harder to get his attention.]
[Himawari's apartment was at the end of the mess, half there half gone, the hall way fell off into the 2ed and first floor, filled with the floors form above as well. Her place was getting a lot of crap inside it as well. Thankfully not a bad fire here, but that wouldn't last too long, right?]
Yes! Yes, we're still here! [the girl yelled, scrambling to the door, yanking the sword out and pushing on it again, on the space she tried to cut out, on the door itself. Anything.] I'm stuck! [she coughed hard, trying to get a proper breath again.] Please, I can't get out!
Will: [The bark of that beautiful mutt might as well been a guardian angel singing hymns. Graham inched closer down the cracked and up-heaved hallways, feeling the floors shiver like the fragile earth of a volcano about to blow its top again. He was muttering little praises to the yips and yowls, as he haphazardly dodged dislodged doorways and ducked beneath fallen cieling-boards.]
Good boy, good boy, Oran, I hear ya.
[And then her voice came, touching his ears like a pining caress.]
I hear you! I'm c-coming, I'm almost there!
I'm almost... t-there.
[He reached the edge of what seemed to be the mouth of the abyss. The hallway completely sunk into the second floor far below his footsteps. He could see the limbs of a young woman crushed amongst blood, splinters and glass beneath the threshold of her own apartment. Graham winced as he pressed his cheek to the wall closest to the edge of the shattered pit.]
Keep talking! Let me know you're there!
[If he could focus only on her voice, the fall wouldn't seem so far. The edge wouldn't seem so small as he carefully touched his foot to test its weight and settled with a raspy sigh. He felt like a prison break at Alcatraz, inching along the side of the towers, praying for the spotlight not to sweep over you. Sniper rifles above you, a black merciless ocean below. For him it was the spears of scaffolding, red-hot from the scattered fires, below was a three story drop into stolid cement and twisted steal.
Graham's hands and back flattened against the wall as he shimmied across, listening only for that sweet girl's tentative voice.]
Almost there.. almost ther--FFSH!
[At the last possible centimeter, his weight crumpled the weak flooring, his foot bursting through and his body falling after with a gasp. He scrambled to latch onto the edge, legs flailing as he clawed for anything to catch unto. He hoped the bastards who did this would find no satisfaction in what they had done.
The smell of the broken charges was fervent in the air, these guys had been long prepared. A grudge that was deep. Deeper than the bullshit whines and cries of the natives. Whatever petty inconvenience the newcomers had brought to them was never worth the lives of innocents who were every bit as much prisoners of this island as they were.
Graham could feel himself slipping till he felt flesh under his own, warm and slightly calloused. He gripped with all his might, hoping to buy whoever was there several cases of beer when they were done with this. When he had pulled himself up, what he was met with the half-burred corpse of a man, pinned under several layers of his own home. He had been dead for at least 10 minutes. Graham cringed with dread but held on, grasping unto the man's shirt-sleeves and hauling himself up.]
I'm s..sorry.. I'm really sorry, buddy..
[The next few feet were relative to a cake-walk after that, earning a few scrapes and singed hair as he crawled over the larger bulks of debris, till he fell at Himawari's door-step, immediately seeing the blade pierced through the door. He knelt down, trying to see if he could peer inside, but then pressed his lips close to the edge of the blade.
How she fared now was all that mattered.]
Hey, h-hey are you hurt?
Himawari:[Himawari was not in the best state to notice exactly what was going on out in the hall. The roof above her was mostly in tact, but sagging at the edges, the floor below her was still holding up under her, so for now, nothing was as bad as it coul---no this was bad.]
[She was still in a daze about what the hell was happening. There were a few newcomers in the building. A few new people. Helen and Amy and the Doctor and Caster and all her greeter friends were in this building somewhere.]
[And Will was there? She let out a gasp, pressing to the door again, coughing.]
Will!? Will what are you doing here?! You can't... can't be here too! [she complained, now not sure if she was believing this or not. Oran barked again, and moved back, staying near the girl. Himawari pulled the sword out of the door, carefully giving it a wiggle first so that Will knew it was moving, then pulled it back beside her. She leaned forward to peek through the holes she had already put in the door, having started to stab and cut a hole to punch out if she could.]
I'm fine! Not hurt, just trapped. Something... happened. [no kidding. She sounded a bit dazzed though, and she was okay, but she was talking and alright enough to understand who was there.]
I can't get around... that... that side. It's just... gone. [she coughed again and pressed both hands on the door, where she had been cutting] If you can get a hole in this, I can squeeze out. [which was her original plan. Ignore the fact that something else just dropped on the other side of her room with a shatter and a crash. The cold of the evening air chilling her to a shiver. She wanted out badly. It would be night soon, wouldn't it?]
Will:[That evening breeze was starting to catch up with him as well. Almost soothing the little burns from the embers on his cheek that stung with his own salty sweat. He would have taken comfort in it if it were not for what it foreshadowed.
He was almost content with her scolding.]
Yeah, I'm sorry about that. You can hit me for it later.
[That was a promise.
Looking at the little fissure she had made in the door, he got a swift idea and touched his hand to the shoulder holsters under his jacket.]
Quick, crawl as far away from the door as you can and I want you--I want you to lay your cheek on the floor. I'm going to shoot around the hole enough that I should be able to break though, can you do that Himawari?
Himawari:[Thankfully her side of the complex wasn't as bad as the second tower, but she wasn't even sure what stood with all that still. She wasn't sure of much of anything other then Will's voice telling her to move, head down and all.]
[Shoot? oh dear...] Y-yes, I can do that, I... I can, um... [she looked around then started to move again.] Oran, over here, Oran... come here... [she told the dog, making it back away towards the kitchen again. She started to get to a knee to move faster, but hissed as her leg burned in pain. Dropping to her hip again she held back the whimper, sliding herself back away from the door. Mostly back towards her kitchen she looped a arm around the dogs neck and gave a]
Okay! We're clear! [...before pulling the dog the bird, the bag with the cat, her sword and her down and clear, or as clear as she could be. She coughed again, closed her eyes, curled up a bit, and protected her and the pets, waiting]
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I'm firing at the count of three!
1..
2..
..3!
[Four bullets pierced the wood in a fray of tiny splinters, each slug embedding in the carpet of the other side. The damage should have been enough for him to knock it through.
Graham took a step back and rammed his shoulder straight into fissure. Crack! Another and he heard the wood squeal as it bent under the force.
One more.
Backing all the way to the other side of the hall, he remembered at that moment attacking the tackle-sled in Varsity football and being ultimately defeated by it. This door however, was going down.
With a smoke-burnt voice he yelled as he charged at the door and slammed home with all his conviction behind it. His face met the other side with a triumphant thud, having careened so hard he broke through the threshold like it was a Koolaid commercial.
A cough of saw-dust and thin air, he glanced up blearily to see Himawari crouched with her pets safe at her sides. What a sight for sore and dry eyes.]
H-hey Sunshine.
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[When she heard the sound of his body hitting the door she jumped again, hissing this time as she jerked her leg, the cloth she had wrapped and tied around it now soaked in blood. Today she wished she wore thick pants or jeans or something. Perhaps this problem wouldn't have happened if she had. Instead her bare leg was bleeding and hurting and... and her apartment was crushed.]
[She was having a hard time realizing just exactly what happened and yet she understood just as well.]
[When the door broke open, Oran stood, stepping forward as if standing guard, or pointing out that she was over here. He was a lazy dog most the time but he was trying to be helpful now.]
[Himawari sat up, checking to make sure Tanpopo was still nestled close to he neck, in her hair. The bag and sword at her side too. Will had just busted down the door and spoken to her, but she didn't quite regester what he said. Or more so, she heard it but she was being slow on the uptake.]
[Sitting, she pushed her skirt down in front and sat up, hiding her leg a bit with a hand... though more holding it to make it stop hurting. It was throbbing now as the shock was wearing thin.]
Will... [She coughed, an odd small smile on her face as she realized he called her Sunshine.]
I'm okay. [that wasn't exactly true, as he could see, but she would keep saying it.]
C-can we... we get out of here? <small.[she coughed, a hand covering her mouth and closing her eyes tightly for a moment. She really just wanted to leave now. So bad.]
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You got a couple of guardian angels with you, you know?
[Breathlessly praising her little animals for keeping her safe. They likely sensed the detonation before it took out half her apartment. His brow marked with worry as he assessed her injuries... her pallid legs were scarred up as if she had been in a horrible house-fire. A closer look told him they were old, far too old to have anything to do with the explosion. But God, that gash..]
Sh-shit that looks bad...
[Whatever was stuck in her leg was buried in deep. If he even thought about pulling it out now, she would surely bleed-out.]
You'll be fine, just hold onto me, alright?
[Touching beneath her thigh he picked her up as gently as he could, giving a whistle for Oran to follow him, and a kiss-kiss noise for the cat to come too. As heroic as he felt, carrying off the lovely damsel, his hands were shivering from the thrill and fear of the chaos surrounding them. He was tucking her close as he headed for the door.]
Let's get you int-t.. into the hall.. I'll call someone up to help you with your leg. I-I know a doctor close by.
[Even if that doctor was the last he wanted help from, he was the best he knew.]
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It's... not that bad. [she tried to assure him before coughing into a hand. It wasn't good either. the burn scars were old, yes, but the blood was fresh and she had it covered for the most part. When he scooped her up carefully, one hand reached to grab hold of him, startled like. The other held the covered sword so tightly to herself that one might have thought it was the most precious thing in the world to her
it was]I-I'm fine. Just a bit... out of it is all. I can w-walk once we're outside of here. You shouldn't have come, Will. It's dangerous. [more so because she was here.]
[She held back hisses and groans of pain, not letting them slip too easy, but it was clear she was in pain, as well as being a bit dazed. Everything was stacking up on her hard but slow]