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snowblindrpg2017-02-13 01:12 pm
theurgy) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-02-13 01:12 pm
[log] these boots are made for walking [closed]
Characters: Cassel and Adelina
Location: Somewhere outside building 104
Date: Night 209
Summary: Cassel and Adelina get themselves stuck outside after lockdown and totally die.
Warnings: Death, injury, will edit as needed!
[For a while, Cassel had fallen into a comfortable rhythm with Adelina. He trusts her more than he trusts almost anyone else here, and it's somehow simultaneously a relief and terrifying that she's starting to know little bits of who he really is. She makes things easier, certainly, but he also doesn't want to let her down, and he's utterly certain that he will. There's only so long he can fake being a good person before he inevitably screws up, after all. Still, he finds himself trying to joke with her and stay somewhat cheerful, if only to combat the horror of the town for her.
And then he saw Lila's name on the obituary. No explanation, no cause of death. Just gone. He didn't even get to say goodbye, although he tells himself that wouldn't have mattered, because she hates him. Hated him. He deserves it.
It doesn't matter, though. His mood seesaws into something terrible, snippy and broody and utterly depressed, and as much as he tries not to take it out on Adelina, sometimes he does, his reactions automatic. His self-loathing has never been worse, and he blames himself completely. He barely talks, and when he does, it's clipped and filled with a barely contained grief.
So, he's silent as they walk through the snow. It's almost lockdown, and they're still heading north, aiming for the split tunnels. It's cold enough that it bites at his skin, numbs his toes and fingers, but he doesn't complain. He's getting off easy.
Adelina has warned him about his shoes a million times by now, and maybe it's that the tread wasn't meant for snow, or the fact that he can't feel his feet, or maybe both. It doesn't matter. As they're climbing over a low pile of rubble, one sole slips on a slick piece of metal, and he falls, not nearly fast enough to catch himself. His feet don't go out from under him completely—he barely keeps his balance, but one foot slides down the debris, and Cassel just barely catches himself, but it doesn't matter. A twisted, jagged piece of rebar impales his foot, going right through the rubber and his arch and out the other side. The pain is so sudden and blinding that Cassel doesn't even register the fact that he cries out.]
Location: Somewhere outside building 104
Date: Night 209
Summary: Cassel and Adelina get themselves stuck outside after lockdown and totally die.
Warnings: Death, injury, will edit as needed!
[For a while, Cassel had fallen into a comfortable rhythm with Adelina. He trusts her more than he trusts almost anyone else here, and it's somehow simultaneously a relief and terrifying that she's starting to know little bits of who he really is. She makes things easier, certainly, but he also doesn't want to let her down, and he's utterly certain that he will. There's only so long he can fake being a good person before he inevitably screws up, after all. Still, he finds himself trying to joke with her and stay somewhat cheerful, if only to combat the horror of the town for her.
And then he saw Lila's name on the obituary. No explanation, no cause of death. Just gone. He didn't even get to say goodbye, although he tells himself that wouldn't have mattered, because she hates him. Hated him. He deserves it.
It doesn't matter, though. His mood seesaws into something terrible, snippy and broody and utterly depressed, and as much as he tries not to take it out on Adelina, sometimes he does, his reactions automatic. His self-loathing has never been worse, and he blames himself completely. He barely talks, and when he does, it's clipped and filled with a barely contained grief.
So, he's silent as they walk through the snow. It's almost lockdown, and they're still heading north, aiming for the split tunnels. It's cold enough that it bites at his skin, numbs his toes and fingers, but he doesn't complain. He's getting off easy.
Adelina has warned him about his shoes a million times by now, and maybe it's that the tread wasn't meant for snow, or the fact that he can't feel his feet, or maybe both. It doesn't matter. As they're climbing over a low pile of rubble, one sole slips on a slick piece of metal, and he falls, not nearly fast enough to catch himself. His feet don't go out from under him completely—he barely keeps his balance, but one foot slides down the debris, and Cassel just barely catches himself, but it doesn't matter. A twisted, jagged piece of rebar impales his foot, going right through the rubber and his arch and out the other side. The pain is so sudden and blinding that Cassel doesn't even register the fact that he cries out.]
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[His voice cuts off, half desperate and close to breaking.]
Don't be fucking stubborn. I'm not letting you die for me.
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[If she's at all swayed by the crack running through his voice, it doesn't show. From her bag a foot or two away, her tablet starts to emit the warning that comes when it's dangerously close to lockdown.
Her voice grows even firmer, even angry. They've spent too long talking about this.]
We have to go now, Cassel.
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There's no way you can carry me.
[But he'll try to move as fast as he can.]
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Within a few strides, she can guess it isn't going to matter. He's too injured to move as swiftly as they'll have to. She takes care not to let her expression divulge this realization, but if there's a slight shift in the way she breathes, the way she moves, a tension that wasn't there before... Well.]
You're doing admirably. We'll be there shortly.
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Addie, just leave me. I'll come back. I can't...
[The words catch in his throat, and he sucks in a sharp breath. Who fucking cares? He's going to die anyway.]
I can't lose you too. Just go.
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I'm not going to do that.
[As ever, it's said in a tone that offers no room for argument or disagreement. She knows there's no point to trying to get him to the nearest house, not now, but she refuses to be the kind of person who leaves someone else to die alone. Still, her expression twists in sympathy when she hears the sound of his choked breathing. She continues after a moment's pause.]
I'm sorry.
[There's a variety of things she could be apologizing for, but she doesn't specify which it is. She's not certain she's decided which one it is.]
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Put it on.
[Cassel doesn't think he can keep her alive, but he's going to try.]
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[And it won't matter if either of them wear it in the end, she thinks, but she's not about to say that to him. Instead, she just shakes her head, pausing for a moment.]
...I imagine it's incredibly painful to walk, but we could find somewhere close by to sit regardless.
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I'm fine. We can go over there.
[He jerks his head towards a pile of rubble, where a few pieces of metal are making a slightly sheltered space. It will be out of the wind, at least.]
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Regardless, she starts to lead them towards where he indicated.]
...I'm sorry.
[It isn't the first time she's said it, but this, she thinks, bears repeating.]