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savevoid2014-03-25 10:37 pm
vaultpaladin) wrote in savevoid2014-03-25 10:37 pm
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so you want to be free
CHARACTERS: LW (vaultpaladin) and OPEN
DATE: 3/25 (Week 17, day 5)
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Someone goes wandering and ends up in a bit of trouble.
[she should have asked for help. hindsight is 20/20, they say.
the other stores are mostly bare bones now, not enough for her to scavenge, and that's fine. but she's looking for medicines, for bandages and the like, and people were whispering about the pharmacy being locked. she's not bad with a lockpick, she thinks; she can handle it. and breaking in the pharmacy should be easy enough.
but it's the monsters and the cultists that have slowed her down. the cultists are worse than a pack of diseased hounds, coming after her and trying to kill her. she's killed enough of them to make them wary, but she's taken enough of a beating that she knows she can't return to campus the same way. she's going to have to sneak around.
that's assuming, of course, that this trip hasn't been a waste of time.
she's bleeding when she gets into the back of the pharmacy and she tries to pick the lock, snapping three bobby pins in a row. she sighs and kicks the linked fence, hissing.]
Piece of shit. Now what?
[now... now, she supposes, she'll need to head back. she runs a hand through her hair and she can feel the stickiness of the dried blood there, the pounding in her head. she sighs.]
vaultpaladin) and OPENDATE: 3/25 (Week 17, day 5)
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Someone goes wandering and ends up in a bit of trouble.
[she should have asked for help. hindsight is 20/20, they say.
the other stores are mostly bare bones now, not enough for her to scavenge, and that's fine. but she's looking for medicines, for bandages and the like, and people were whispering about the pharmacy being locked. she's not bad with a lockpick, she thinks; she can handle it. and breaking in the pharmacy should be easy enough.
but it's the monsters and the cultists that have slowed her down. the cultists are worse than a pack of diseased hounds, coming after her and trying to kill her. she's killed enough of them to make them wary, but she's taken enough of a beating that she knows she can't return to campus the same way. she's going to have to sneak around.
that's assuming, of course, that this trip hasn't been a waste of time.
she's bleeding when she gets into the back of the pharmacy and she tries to pick the lock, snapping three bobby pins in a row. she sighs and kicks the linked fence, hissing.]
Piece of shit. Now what?
[now... now, she supposes, she'll need to head back. she runs a hand through her hair and she can feel the stickiness of the dried blood there, the pounding in her head. she sighs.]
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and much like her, it's the pharmacy that's on his mind. dean makes quick work of getting there, having little trouble despite how violent and aggressive the cultists are becoming. they're a pain, to say the least, but nothing dean hasn't dealt with before, not when back home his issues had involved croats. that isn't to say it's all song and dance, since by the time he makes it to the back of the pharmacy, he realizes he's not alone.
gun in hand, and breath falling hard, dean stares at her and the still locked door, not sure whether she's guarding it or just stuck outside-- but either way, they don't have time to waste. ]
Move or you're goin' down with the door.
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she's never met Dean. if she had, her first inclination might be to shoot him in the kneecaps.
instead, she rolls her eyes and cocks her hip, though her hand releases the gun.]
Could it kill you to say 'please'?
[but she moves for the moment. let him try. if he succeeds, she can grab a few things too.]
Be my guest.
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It might, in this case.
[ if he, you know, wastes time on that dumb bullshit. but as she moves out of the way, dean wastes little time to get to the door, aiming his gun square at the lock and pulling the trigger. normally, he'd be cautious of sound, but right now it's just a matter of time before the cultists find them, so they might as well put this entire thing on fast forward.
with that, he kicks at the now broken lock, sending the door flying open. ]
They're gonna be here in a bit, better hurry 'cause I ain't sticking 'round for you.
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but he's got an efficient way of handling things, albeit loud, and she knows the moment the barrel of the gun is staring at the lock that shit's going to hit the fan faster than she wants it to. Evelynn flinches, not because of the sound but the volume of it; they definitely won't have much time.
she ducks past him without even sparing a glance back.]
I work well under pressure.
[she goes straight for the bottom cabinets, looking through any inconspicuous drawers she can. anything that's in there is hers; she grabs a few tools, some bottles, and shoves them straight into her bag. rubbing alcohol goes in first, then a few bandages... she turns to one of the other cabinets and crouches down, grabbing the strong stuff. they'll need it if they hope to survive.]
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sometime later, he's turning to look at her, but not without another glance at the door. ]
Who are you, anyway?
[ he's not much one for idle chatter, but there's something almost familiar about her voice. like they might have spoken before.
or maybe he's just imaging it. ]
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[Gold's voice comes from the shadows- obviously his hiding place from the cultists. He's not entirely in good shape, himself, despite the fact that even carrying his cane still, he's no longer limping. It doesn't change the fact that the cultists are well-protected and his magic only occasionally works on them. He can still heal though, which is why the blood on his suit seems to be from wounds that have healed up and are easily ignored.
He's fine, and he has yet to forget a debt, even if it's been weeks since she came to his aide with no desire for payment.]
I told you it would work out in the end.
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It doesn't even come up part way before she recognizes him, her eyebrows lifting in surprise. The gun drops, holstered again on her belt, which is fraying and old if there's any indication otherwise. She wipes her brow briefly, flicking blood away.]
Yeah? I don't know how being stuck in a store with those maniacs outside is 'working out', but I'll take your word for it.
[It's not that she trusts Gold. But she also knows that, right now, he's not going to harm her. If anything, they have an accord.]
--You're talking about back then, on the Ishimura, still? You don't owe me anything, I told you.
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He steps closer to the fence, picking up the lock she'd be futzing with.] You see, I like to have my accounts settled. [There's a slight shimmer of magic as the lock snaps apart in his hands.] It's just how I operate, and I'm certain you can't fault a man his nature.
[He drops the broken lock into her hand, smirking, before moving inside, himself. Well, since he's here- might as well see what can be salvaged before the cultists sniff them out. There's also more privacy- he isn't going to settle their accounts with a broken lock, that's for certain. She might not make it through a fight in the state she's in.]
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Castiel blinks, eyes focused on the scene that unfolds, and a thin smile finds its way to his mouth when he recognizes the voice and the body with it. ]
Do you want help with that?
[ He purposely keeps his voice low and quiet, a whisper that carries a long way as he moves toward her with every intention of not being seen. There are still cultists running around, and today isn't a good day to get shot or wind up in the graveyard. ]
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If you know of a way without attracting attention, sure.
[Evelynn's fingers tap on the handle of her shotgun.]
I could break it, but they'd hear it.
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I can try. I'm not sure I will get much further than you though.
[ He's not a proficient lockpick, and he'd never been. Castiel gives it another once-over. ]
Perhaps there's another way inside. [ A window, maybe. Something less difficult he could do than this. ]
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If there's a pry bar or something... A wrench, even a pipe.
[A window would work if they had any. She looks back at the lock, then at him.]
I could shoot it. But then they'd be on our asses faster than we could take them.
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he motions, as politely as possible, to move out of his way so he can inspect that lock himself. he's got something up his sleeve...rather literally, as small tools fall from them and into his hands, adjusting his grip.
when he shuffles over to try his hand at the lock, it takes him a painful minute - the silence is oppressive, and every little click as he picks carefully at each tumbler seems to echo like gunfire off the buildings around them. the release of tension when the lock gives way, at last, is palpable, and he even turns around to throw a grin of victory before opening the door as little as can be allowed, slipping inside, and then signalling to follow.]
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Evelynn is hesitant to let him but he at least seems to know what he's doing. and within a few minutes, it's open, and he's swinging the door open. she follows behind him with a nod of thanks and goes straight to the first cabinet, going through them hastily for whatever she can get.]
We have to move fast.
[it's whispered lowly, and she shoots him a look from over her shoulder.]
And then we have to go out the back.