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[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 ♥ ♥]

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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.]

[She smiles, a little; relieved, and kind of charmed by his chivalry.]

You're too kind, really. As long as it's no trouble.

[Cameron takes the dirty paper towels and tosses them into a nearby trashcan. Imposing on Caspian and Peter isn't ideal, but it beats the alternatives. Cameron does like House, but that doesn't mean she wants to stay with him if it can be helped.]

[Caspian manages a mild laugh and a smile.]

Not for something like this. I should warn you though, we are four members strong, five if you include Reepicheep but he doesn't take a lot of space. You will have one of our beds.

I don't mind a couch or something-- I hate to displace one of you.

[She brushes her own hair out of her face, calming down enough to realize how disheveled she is.]

Well...

[He remembers she's a doctor so maybe it's best for him to play this cleverly. Caspian grins again.]

You are the guest, and the house is ours, so I think it is for us to decide if we vacate a bed. You may choose to take it or... leave it empty for the night.

[ooc: Narnia crew is welcoming Cameron with open arms and Peter's player says feel free to hit up his action post (http://oshutup.livejournal.com/586.html?page=5#comments) if they want to talk!]

[That got a laugh out of her.]

Fine, fine! If you insist.

[ooc: ee~ :D will do. tomorrow, when my brain starts to function again ^_^;]

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