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entranceway2014-02-23 01:07 pm
alwaysnext) wrote in entranceway2014-02-23 01:07 pm
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Anyone know how to fight a dinosaur?
[Someone got out on the wrong side of the velociraptor-susceptible bed this morning. Shirtless and rumpled and bleeding all over the toilet cistern he's sitting on, Luke's having the worst sleepover ever.
But there is a moment of peace in which to make this whispered video, and so he tacks on a maudlin revelation.]
America's stuff's disappeared. That means he's really gone, doesn't it?
[He knows it does. Doesn't stop him hoping someone will tell him otherwise.
Something heavy slams into the bathroom door, and Luke jerks back, staring for one, two tense seconds as he waits to recreate the worst scene in Jurassic Park. Outside, that shit-stirring little reptile is hissing and screeching like the smug bastard he is. He knows what he does.]
But the dinosaur's free. And mad. The dinosaur's really mad. Help. Please.
[Someone. Before he has to start surviving off toothpaste and soap flakes.]
[Someone got out on the wrong side of the velociraptor-susceptible bed this morning. Shirtless and rumpled and bleeding all over the toilet cistern he's sitting on, Luke's having the worst sleepover ever.
But there is a moment of peace in which to make this whispered video, and so he tacks on a maudlin revelation.]
America's stuff's disappeared. That means he's really gone, doesn't it?
[He knows it does. Doesn't stop him hoping someone will tell him otherwise.
Something heavy slams into the bathroom door, and Luke jerks back, staring for one, two tense seconds as he waits to recreate the worst scene in Jurassic Park. Outside, that shit-stirring little reptile is hissing and screeching like the smug bastard he is. He knows what he does.]
But the dinosaur's free. And mad. The dinosaur's really mad. Help. Please.
[Someone. Before he has to start surviving off toothpaste and soap flakes.]
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[Clearly the most important thing right now. Not that Luke's ungrateful that he has a handsome older friend who's willing to stab things for him. That's very comforting in his time of need.]
It's room seven, next to the clinic. But I don't want to hurt it! I just want it to... go away for a bit.
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[And he's still totally on his way. You can see the hallway going past his head as he strides towards the clinic.]
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[Aramis, you're such a bro. The relief on Luke's face is palpable, even if he's now very concerned for Jackson's safety.]
But this is just a scratch. It's my fault, really. [His fault for getting entangled with a dude who thinks huge fuck-off raptors are cute house pets.] And if you hit it, you might upset the other one.
[Did he forget to mention that? This is why you should never try to rescue Luke. He's just full of great surprises.]
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[To his credit, he doesn't slow down, but he veers off course as he comes to the clinic and waves his phone around at the shelves.]
I don't suppose you know what I could use from here to put them to sleep for a bit?
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[How would you even get a three foot tall bitchy dinosaur to take this stuff? Jesus, Aramis, he's not a sedation expert. That's everyone else in this place.]
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Nope.
He pulls a flintlock pistol from his belt.]
You don't look like you're going to cooperate. Perhaps you'll regenerate like the people here do.
[He pulls back the hammer with a heavy mechanical click.]
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What on earth is going on in here? Luke, are you alright?
[She hefts the tranquilizer gun up a little, training it on the dinosaur.]
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Luke does not come out of the bathroom, either. If you thought this was going to be a simple case of distract the dinosaurs and run, you've obviously never tried to rescue Luke Smith before. Because he is not, simply not, going to let Aramis and Amy see him with his shirt off.]
Aramis? [He pushes his ear against the bathroom door at the sudden commotion, so worried about Jackson, about Ruth and about flipping Aramis who's decided to punch holes in the pets he's now suddenly responsible for, he's dropped the monsieur. Ruth is laid-back as far as carnivorous dinosaurs go, but seeing her companion get shot in the head is probably going to set her off.]
Amy? You can't hurt them! Don't hurt the dinosaurs!
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You mentioned that! But they don't seem quite ready to give us the same consideration!
[He looked at Amy and nodded at the weapon.] What is that?
sorry for the delay!
Going to have to agree with your friend here.
[She looks over at Aramis once it's been discharged.]
Dinosaur stun gun. Handy for situations like these.
[She looks back over at one now recumbent dinosaur and one not so happy one.]
Although, maybe it'd be better if they warmed up a bit faster.
[She looks over at the door Luke has sequestered himself behind with a frown, noticing scratch marks in it.]
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How long does it take? I can buy you some time...
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[Which isn't exactly reassuring given the way this one is looking at them. She frowns.]
You're not going to go fight it, are you?
[She looks over at the door.]
Luke?
[Her tone is more insistent this time.]
Any help here?
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All right, then. I hope you brought your trainers.
[She hefts the tranq gun up.]
As soon as this puppy is ready to shoot, I'll let you know.
[She begins charging it up.]
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Running shoes. But it looks like you've got it handled.
[She fiddles with the gun's controls.]
Come on, come on, warm up.
[Every second feels like it's taking forever and then BAM. A flash of lights and this dinosaur is sleeping like it's friend. Relieved, Amy lets the gun fall to her side and leans against the door frame.]
Well, at least that part's over. Hopefully there's enough juice in this thing to keep them out for a while.
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Running shoes? [He's wearing very smart boots, thank you.] Do they make shoes just for running?
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Of course they do. They make shoes for everything. Don't they have special shoes where you come from? [Hint: because if not Amy is taking you closet shopping.]
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Luke, the dinosaurs are sleeping! Come out here and tell me how many shoes you own!
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But no way in hell is he going out into that room shirtless, so he turns his head and calls through the wood.]
Seven! Are you two okay? Are you hurt? Are the dinosaurs hurt?
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