breakin_ur_lore | audio, backdated to the morning of the 15th. very early.

audio, backdated to the morning of the 15th. very early.

[The boy speaks in a low voice. It's still dark outside, and he sounds like he hasn't slept much this night. ]

I can't sleep. Everytime I try, I think about...about the holiday, and about home, and...about these stupid hats.

[The stupid hats that he would normally have fun with, except that his sort-of crush left not too long ago, and that wound was still healing. It doesn't help that he's starting to develop a complex about being left in one way or the other.

Or that he's up far past midnight, and with that comes a hoarse whisper, that voice that only the children can hear for some reason. The adults listening might hear a creak of the old building, or a rustle of the wind in trees, but all Med'an knows is that damned voice scaring him and keeping him awake.]

Shut up! I can't sleep because of you, you stupid -

[The door opens and Med'an's voice is choked off in shock. He wasn't really expecting the creature to come up and get him.

Too late now.]

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[ Ange had been lying down in her croft, trying to catch some sleep but somehow she couldn't sleep. She blamed this.. eventful - eventful was the only word for it, she decided - day for it. And the bumhats. But when she (after hours? she wasn't even sure anymore how much time had passed) rolled over once more and idly grabbed her communicator, she noticed the feed.

And then Ange was even more wide awake the moment she noticed who was on the feed, not to mention what was happening on the feed. She, of course, had heard that voice before, but had never bothered to go against it. It just didn't seem worth the trouble, not to mention there was something about the voice that gave her cold chills.

But now? As if she could just watch while whatever the thing was did whatever that thing was going to do to Med'an.

She was already getting up, quickly and messily putting on her jacket. ]

Med'an--!

[ If Ange wasn't getting a response soon, she was going to run down to the inn without even thinking over whether it was a good plan or not. ]

[Just for you, Ange, there will be some noises that sound as though someone has hurriedly and accidentally stepped on the communicator. That is all!]

[ That's all the incentive she needs, really. She makes sure she has her gun with her and is then already running for her life (or rather Med'an's life) to the inn, unsure of what she'll find over there. Ange can figure it's probably no good news at all though.

She slams open the door without any consideration for anything, a worried look on her face. ]

Edited 2011-02-19 11:19 (UTC)

[Rawhead turns on his heel to face her as she enters. Med'an is on the floor; there are deep scratches across his chest, but he's still conscious and wriggling about, going for a knife on the desk.]

Ange - !

[ The boogeyman radiates fear, all bloodied muscle and sinew, and lunges for her.]

[ It's then that she realises she should have thought it over a bit better, but it isn't like she has time left now anymore. And there's something about that thing that makes her shiver, makes her want to turn around and just run run run the hell away from here. But Med'an is there on the floor and he's hurt and something about that roots her down, keeps her from giving in to the fear.

Second Fae fight in less than a month. She was going to break some record if this kept up.

Ange points her gun at the hideous thing and shoots, even though her hand shakes slightly from that sheer feeling of fear it gives off, so she shoots a few extra times to make up for it. ]

[Ange is the Fae Slayer. Rawhead stumbles a little from the impact - although not as much as you'd expect from something that just got shot at point blank range. Still, for a moment it's winded, and Med'an has his knife and is scrambling towards her and it. He has it raised in defense, perhaps thinking to stab the monster, but the aura of fear has obviously caught him as well. His eyes waver between the monster and Ange.]

[ These stronger Fae seem to be not very affected by bullets, it's something Ange has noticed. And she has already realised this is a pretty powerful one, especially considering Med'ans wounds. And she's not quite sure if it's the rational part of her mind that tells her to just somehow get Med'an and get out of here or the fear, but she gives in to the feeling either way.

Especially when she sees Med'an hesitating, and knows it's that little moment of precious time that could make him get attacked again. She's relatively close to the door opening still, so if only Med'an could come towards her.. ]

Med'an--! Hurry up and get the hell out of here!

[ She shouts, the words perhaps coming out a little more angry than she wanted them to - partially due to her lack of focus because of the fear. Ange focuses, takes a deep breath and a metal stake materialises in the air next to her before it launches itself at Rawhead. She already knows it won't hurt the monster much, but perhaps it's just enough to distract him for one more moment. ]

[He stumbles obediently over to her, apparently agreeing that it's best to forget about Rawhead and run away really fast. The fae in question is knocked back by the stake and growls at the two.

It's getting very late....

Let's run, Ange! We'll hold hands and run away!]

[ She really, really doesn't need that thing to tell her that twice. Ange actually does grab Med'an's hand, if not just because she's afraid he might get left behind or caught by that thing again if she doesn't keep a close eye (or hand, in this case) on him.

Then she starts running for her life away from the inn while dragging Med'an along, the stake fading away into golden butterflies the moment she gets further away from Rawhead. ]

[Well, those are pretty big scratches on him. They're not deep - he wouldn't be standing if they were - but they'll catch up to him in a few moments. For now, Ange plus adrenaline keep the boy moving. Rawhead will be following them soon enough, but they have a head-start for now.

Med'an feels the need to try to explain himself somewhat. ]

It....doesn't usually....do that....

[ Oh, Ange does somewhat realise his wounds, but she knows that if they won't run that thing will catch up to them and do god knows what. If anything she'll just drag him over to her own croft and push him in bed to satisfy that stupid monster.

Even as she answers she doesn't look over her shoulder at Med'an, but keeps looking straight in front of her while running. ]

It's usually not a very idea to provoke the things here, you know.

I didn't mean to -

[He knows that that's not really a good excuse, but it comes out anyway, almost a little whiny. He wasn't trying to get into trouble...he presses a hand against his bleeding side.]

Wh-where are we going - ?

That thing wants us to go to bed, right?

[ There's something resembling a slight shrug, even as she runs and drags him along. ]

My croft isn't too far from here anymore, so we can get in there before that thing catches up.

A-alright -

[Drag drag drag. ~~Dragged by a girl to her bed~~]

O-ow. I didn't know it was so strong...

... We'll have to look at your wounds later. [ If you listen closely enough you're able to hear the concern in her voice, Med'an. She's actually worried about you, okay..

THANK GOD there's her croft though. Quickly opening the door and dragging him inside, closing the door behind her and shoving some random furniture against it. Anything to make it more difficult for that thing to get in. ]

[He stumbles in past her, aiming for the cot. But he pauses before he actually gets in, for a few reasons. Mostly - he knows this is ridiculous to be concerned about, but somehow his brain produces it anyway - he doesn't want to...well, bleed all over her blankets. :| If he had a shirt he could rip it up for bandages - although he would still have all sorts of blood all over the place - maybe she had a towel or something - ]

[ Oh Med'an, you're too polite. Ange isn't the kind of girl who cares about getting blood on her blankets, not when there's a monster about to crawl in and you're bleeding continuously. Don't mind her as she shoves a last chair in front of the door, glancing over her shoulder at Med'an with a bit of a surprised rather than harsh expression. ]

What are you waiting for?

[You think silly things when you're scared and bleeding and running on adrenaline.]

Uh, I need - something - [Sort of motioning at his wounds. Then he just sort of....flops onto the bed and stops being silly.]

Edited 2011-03-21 21:36 (UTC)

[ That's a good puppy. Once she's pretty sure she has secured everything as far as she can, she also flops onto the bed without shame. ]

We'll get your wounds looked at when the creep is gone. Promise.

[(In a girl's bed....) Said in a stage whisper, just in case the requirement for being left alone by Rawhead includes being quiet: ]

I think I need a healer.

I'll get one later then.

[ She isn't quite whispering, although she's slowly starting to murmur. Hey, it's late, she's actually tired for once after being chased by that thing. ]

[Med'an is still too panicky to be tired. Although staying still is probably the best idea for him right now.]

...do you have bandages? [He's still bleeding all over your bed....]

[ She lets out a slight groan when she rolls off the bed again to find a piece of cloth lying somewhere in the croft before walking back to the bed. Slowly she tears it apart to make it more suited as bandages. ]

Here, would this help?

[HE'S JUST TROUBLESOME ISN'T HE. He squirms around a little uncomfortably, but takes the offered cloth, wrapping himself up as best he can and applying pressure to stop the bleeding.]

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