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snowblindrpg2015-09-29 08:50 am
rubikscomplex) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-09-29 08:50 am
[log] Monster Mash [semi-open]
Characters: Clayton, Enoch, Dio, House, Miranda, Clem, and Quark
Location P10 - BUILDING 110
Date: Day 041, evening
Summary: Gas Station slumber party! Following a monster attack.
Warnings: Will add as necessary, but general House disclaimer for insensitivity.
[The evening is drawing in around them as Miranda and House make their way toward the gas station. It's a somewhat familiar road to tread, at least, and there's the promise of his meds at the end of it... also people to distract the irritating woman walking with him from his company.
Epps should be good for that. He seems like the sort.
There's a sudden hiss from somewhere behind them, when they're still a good distance from the building. House glances back, then does a double-take when he sees a four-legged shadow monster pounding across the snow after them. That... what is that? It doesn't look like a robot. It doesn't look anything but absolutely real.]
Six o'clock!
[The words are snapped out as House turns, gauging the thing's speed. It's moving too fast for him to reach the gas station in time, which means improvising.]
Location P10 - BUILDING 110
Date: Day 041, evening
Summary: Gas Station slumber party! Following a monster attack.
Warnings: Will add as necessary, but general House disclaimer for insensitivity.
[The evening is drawing in around them as Miranda and House make their way toward the gas station. It's a somewhat familiar road to tread, at least, and there's the promise of his meds at the end of it... also people to distract the irritating woman walking with him from his company.
Epps should be good for that. He seems like the sort.
There's a sudden hiss from somewhere behind them, when they're still a good distance from the building. House glances back, then does a double-take when he sees a four-legged shadow monster pounding across the snow after them. That... what is that? It doesn't look like a robot. It doesn't look anything but absolutely real.]
Six o'clock!
[The words are snapped out as House turns, gauging the thing's speed. It's moving too fast for him to reach the gas station in time, which means improvising.]
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[Clayton's expression takes a more serious slant and his voice suddenly turns stern. It's not out of anger, surely--if anything he looks exasperated.]
Now we can go back 'n forth all day 'bout who oughta be fallin' on the sword fer everbody else, but you know well enough that ain't gonna accomplish nothin'. [His face lightens slightly with a chuckle.] 'Cept sound like a couple a housewives fussin' over guests...
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[For the longest time, longer than anyone here has been alive (as far as he knows), he's been the only one capable of doing anything, whether he likes it or not. He's used to taking action now, and even if he sometimes remembers he can leave something to someone else, immediate danger is not and probably never will be one of those times.]
If something happened, I would never be able to forgive myself.
[...Never mind that he would blame himself anyway regardless of his participation or lack thereof - but at least he is right, it would be much worse if he sat and hoped everyone got inside safely.]
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...I know.
[Clayton breathes a long, shallow sigh. Then he turns back, abruptly, with the most deadpan and yet deeply sympathetic look he can muster, and blurts: ]
Ain't it a pisser?
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Persistence pays off, if for nothing else than its own merits, as the small smile he cracks is less over anything said than Clayton's repeated attempts - he can't help but appreciate it.
He reaches out to clap Clayton's arm or shoulder, whichever is less awkward with the inability to shift too much of his weight away from the doors at the moment.]
...Don't let them catch you, all right? That's all I ask.
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Ain't much. Think I can manage.
[It's easy to say and tell himself the same thing, yes. He could even promise it. Words are funny that way. It's easy to imagine a situation in which he won't be able to follow through, too, but...they'll cross that bridge when they get there.]
[Clayton's rolling back onto his feet before they have time to dwell on that again.]
Oughta go make sure nobody's gettin' into trouble while we're over here shootin' the breeze. Holler if you need me?
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[Enoch looks up at him as he rises, an earnest smile set in his exhausted face. Living a life like he has, timely support has become all he has, beyond its ordinary importance.]
And...thank you, for coming to my side.