as_damaged | ☤ twelve

Entry tags:

☤ twelve

[AUDIO;]

[There's a heavy pounding sound in the background of this post, as of something throwing itself against a shut door. Cameron is breathing heavily before she starts speaking.]

Ohmygod... There is-- something in my bathroom--

[CRASH! Splintering wood! Mayhem! Catastrophe! Sound effects! Cameron screams, and you can hear some very hurried footsteps and fumbling as she manages to shut the recording off on her way out of the apartment.]

[ooc; haa, if anyone wants to come help her out feel free |D otherwise she will just runnnnn. And, all replies will be voice if i forget to make note of it, unless otherwise marked ♥ ♥]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

What is it and what floor?

[He has an idea, having heard several accounts today. There's the sound of running because he's just come from Building 3.]

Are you hurt?

I'm fine-- almost to the lobby-- I don't know what it is, but it broke the door down.

[When he gets there the first person he looks for is a woman running though that might be more than one at this point. He does however recognize Peter's friend.]

Cameron?

[She runs toward Caspian upon hearing her name-- glancing over her shoulder every few steps. Alien plagues she could deal with; creepy monsters in her bathroom are a different story.]

I think it's still after me--

[And indeed there are tendrils of hair creeeeeping down the stairs, snaking around the banister like parasitic vines.]

[Arm around her shoulders then a slight nudge back, to keep her behind him.]

Then it's true...

[The moment of 'awe' doesn't last long. He makes a grab for her wrist then turns to run for the doors, onto the street where they might find better cover... or a makeshift weapon.]

[Cameron's more than happy to flee the scene, since the bulk of the hair-creature is likely following those matted, multicolored tendrils.]

You've heard of it before?

[She manages to ask, though she's a bit out of breath from rushing downstairs.]

Some friends of mine. They had a little trouble--get down.

[Watch those tendrils easily take out a phone booth. It's loud and sends glass everywhere, but leave it to the swords&sorcery Telmarine to do the gentlemanly thing and shield her. There's an open door just a few feet away. Some unsuspecting drugstore.]

Over there, get inside!

[She ducks obediently, and runs for the door, hanging at the threshold for a minute and watching him, wide-eyed.]

What are you going to--

[She steps back as the vines of hair snap mid-air like a whip, sending another spray of shattered glass across the street. As much as she hates admitting she's the damsel in distress, here, Cameron hasn't the faintest idea how to stop this thing, or even what it wants.]

Keep going!

[One day he'll have to learn not to assume every woman is a damsel in distress... not that he would say this aloud, or maybe he should. Hm. Caspian will apologize for shoving her to get further up and further in. He slams the door behind them then grabs--for the sake of irony--one of those canes from a stand to bar it shut, hook around the handle and the rest of it wedged behind a shelf.]

There must be a way out through the back.

[But maybe now the thick colored tendrils might decide to leave. He did begrudgingly donate to that tribute. Did she?]

[There's an eerie hissing sound as the cords slide up and down the plate glass. Cameron has moved away from the entrance, eying the makeshift bar with a bit of doubt.]

Should we take something to... to try to fight it off?

[Her tone is uncertain, a product of the fact that her rational mind refuses to accept the reality of this situation. She's never even heard of the Deity tributes; she hasn't been here anywhere near that long.]

I didn't bring a blade.

[He admits, except 'a blade' is his sword and the dagger he pulls out of his boot is just 'a knife' really. An eight inch knife. Caspian moves back with her but the ropes of hair appear less aggressive for now.]

A torch maybe.

[The flaming kind. The backroom exit swings a bit from a fleeing sales clerk too.]

[She's already looking around, and she grabs two cigarette lighters off a counter display... Making a mental note to come back at some point, when she's not being chased by a gigantic monster and repay the clerk for them. She tosses one to Caspian.]

I'm not sure what would hold a flame...

[Repay them? Well that probably is the right thing to do... Caspian catches the lighter and gives it a strange look but he's seen them around in this world and has learned how they're used. Meanwhile the door begins to bow.]

Forget the torch I think that means we should go.

[He gestures for her to head through the back quickly and on his way he puts the blade between his teeth and grabs something oh... 120 proof.]

[She doesn't need to be told twice, and scoots towards the back door, grabbing a roll of paper towels off a shelf along the way. It isn't ideal, but maybe wrapped around the end of a stick... Note to self, rewatch Indiana Jones if you survive this, for future reference.]

[Out into an alley. If that thing is smart it'll just come around the corner, but for their sake it isn't and tries to get through the store. When it does though it's fast. Tendrils snap out, not unlike Mr. Jones' whip, to grab him first, just beyond the doorway. He loses the lighter and the dagger. The bottle breaks though, soaking some hair, leaving a trail in its wake.]

Light it!

[It has him by the wrists but it isn't trying to strangle him. Very strange, this. Which one is the damsel again?]

[Cameron steels herself and rushes in, ignoring the cloying strands which drift off the main 'limbs' of the creature towards her, and flicks the lighter. The flame, dialed as high as it will go, catches in the fuel-soaked parts first, spreading up and down the length of it in a smoky, smoldering rush. She pulls at it, trying to free Caspian from the beast's grasp before he gets singed, trying to ignore the heat herself. A shudder runs down the hirsute vines.]

[If it can hiss then surely it can let out something close to a wheezing shriek as it burns, releasing him then escaping quickly as it came, so fast the flames don't even catch on anything in its path save. It leaves a smoke trail and silence, but Caspian has no desire to follow the former.]

...Thanks.

[He pants from the ground, eyes still wide over the encounter. Puddles of whiskey continue to burn on the ground but it doesn't spread, something easily smothered.]

[She backs away from the burning liquid, not wanting to risk spreading it by stepping on it to stamp out the flames.]

Are you all right? Not burned?

[A cut or two on his right hand, some dirt.]

Not burned... I'm fine. Are you?

Yeah. I think so.

[She's visibly shaken, and her clothes are a little singed, but doesn't seem to be seriously injured.]

That's good.

[He breathes a huff of relief. He won't say "It doesn't look like it's coming back." lest he jinx their escape, but Caspian does reach for the roll of paper towels. At least they can clean up. He offers it to Cameron first of course.]

I don't even know what that was.

[She takes the roll with a nod of thanks, and tears off a good length before handing it back, wiping as much of the dirt, liquor, and greasy, stray, abandoned hairs as she can.]

I think it came out of the drain... I don't really know. I went in and it was pulling itself out of the bathtub...

[She shudders a little at the thought. The alley still smells of burnt hair.]

[He dabs at his face and his hands, then pinches a hair or two off Cameron as well. Habit.]

Then you will probably not want to go back.

[Caspian manages a smile. He moves to pick up his dagger, wiping that clean before he tucks it away.]

Do you have another place with friends? If not I doubt Peter would mind you staying with us.

[That gives her a moment's pause. Will the monster return? She's not certain she's willing to risk it. She could always go back to Wilson and House's couch, but...]

If... you're sure you don't mind. For tonight...

[She replies quietly. Cameron doesn't want to impose, but she doesn't feel confident about her ability to fight this thing off on her own, if it comes back. Maybe it's a curse, maybe everything will be all right again tomorrow.]

No I insist. That is if you want to, otherwise I can take you wherever else you'd want to go. Either way, not alone.

[That Wilson guy, Caspian likes. That House guy, not so much.]

☤ twelve

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)