15th Fix

[technohippie]

[Quinn knows he can't hide in Cyuss's house forever. Eventually, he has to go back to work or he'll get droned into doing it, which is the last thing he wants to happen, next to being brutally murdered like most of the town has been. Luckily, he didn't get a letter, but that doesn't make him feel much better. He knows that friends of his out there are dead or going crazy and there's nothing he can do about it.

Quinn manages to drag himself to school, and seeing a meager amount of non-drones amongst the staff and classes, he's not sure what to do.]

Um. Let's just call this a free study period, okay? Just take it easy.

So... How is everyone holding up?

[On the way home, he'll be make a quick stop for food and cigarettes. He'll be walking hastily back to Cyuss's house, but you're free to stop him along the way.]

Comments

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Quinn had seen Scott a bit off his mark before. Perhaps "off his mark" wasn't as severe a term to describe what Quinn will see on his walk home.

Scott is holding what looks like a rusty machete in one hand, his other clutching his stomach as a decent portion of blood trickles between his fingers. The young "hero", if he could be called such now, limps on his left leg, the other dragging behind him as if it were dead and useless.

Scott, through one good eye, looks up to catch sight of Quinn. He freezes in place, his expression stuck in a perpetual state shock and surprise. His lips do not move, and it seems as if he cannot call out to Quinn.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn freezes too, the whole thing seemingly unreal. But after a moment, Quinn drops his groceries and runs over to him.]

Scott!!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

[Scott makes no real reply. He merely just stands there, keeping his eyes locked on Quinn as he makes his approach. The only movement coming from Scott is the grip on his machete, tightening his fingers around the handle of the blade.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn quickly approaches, but when he sees Scott tighten a grip on this knife, he slows up.]

Hey... hey just put that down, okay? There's still some doctors around. I can get you to the hospital.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Ya sure 'bout that? Ya don't have to stay long. It's probably safer back in the houses, but droning would be a bad thing durin' all this.

[achromous]

[Hilda looks extraordinarily tired and jumpy, glancing around on occasion as she sits in the classroom. She still hasn't killed anyone, and the hallucinations ate at her; what were they doing to her Pokemon while she sat here? Was her mother okay? Would she turn a corner and see her body in a bush like she'd seen Hilbert--]

Um--I'm only staying an hour, okay...?

[Just so she doesn't get droned.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Your teacher is sympathetic.] That's fine, darlin'. I got no reason to keep anyone here.

[achromous]

Thanks. Um... I haven't been here that long... How long is this going to keep going? Are they going to keep going until everyone who got a letter...

[She shivers involuntarily.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart is clutching his gut. He got a nasty near gutting form his target after trying to bludgeon him with a rock.

Its bandaged but it still hurts like hell. Not to mention the town amping up his fear of getting eaten.

Nobody look at him hungrily.]

I've been better.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Geez man, that don't look so good. Have ya seen a doctor?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

No way man, I ain't seeing one of this town's crazy doctors.

[Mart lifts his shirt, revealing his bandaged stomach.]

I did this job myself.

Some things in Boy Scouts you do not forget.

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

[Not!Dad! Raz hasn't seen you in days! He just happens to spot Quinn while on a supply run for the KND hideout.]

Hey! You're okay!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

<>[Quinn looks so relieved to see Raz.] Oh man, you too! Yeah, I'm still kickin' for now.

[ra-ra-razputin.livejournal.com]

Sorry I haven't been around much, I've been helping some friends out! ...And it's a lot harder to get around without my stuff than I remember.

You didn't get one of those letters, did you?

[stardust-legacy.livejournal.com]

Pretty shitty.

... Got a cigarette?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Same here. And of course man, I've only gone through like six cartons in the last few days. [He'll fish them out of his pocket and hand one over.]

[stardust-legacy.livejournal.com]

-And in the 50's, no one gave a fuck if you lit up in doors. Jotaro strikes a match and puffs vigorously.-

Fucking town had me smoking again after being clean for twenty years...

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Also there so she doesn't get droned. She walks into the class room. She looks...really tired.]

Oh good you're still alive.

[Which she shouldn't care about at all, but someones feeling a little more....human today.]

Did you not get a letter either?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He blinks at her a moment, confused. Those are strange words coming from GLaDOS.]

Ah, no, thankfully I didn't. Still doesn't mean I ain't sick to my stomach about this whole thing.

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

A....friend of mine....from home got one.

[Ahaha...Caroline is loud today.]

...the lunatic is probably enjoying this.

[But never without snark.]

School

[ex_seventh238]

[About ONE HAIR SHORT of bumping into you while holding onto a stack of papers, right when both of you veered the same corner but coming from differing directions! Good thing she had the reflex to pull back in time... It'd be a hassle to pick these sheets back up if they were to be scattered. ;;]

--! O-oh, mister Quinn, I'm sorry for almost running into you!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn is startled, but manages to at least not to bump into Ciel.]

Whoa! Oh hey, sorry there, Ciel. Don't worry about it. I wasn't payin' attention, I guess.

[ex_seventh238]

[Wonder if purposefully doing this momentarily distracted him at all from his current worries... She gives a sheepish chuckle.]

No, I'm the one who should apologize. I was rushing even when I don't really have a good reason to, so I'm sorry for that. ...It's understandable though; I guess that everyone's just on edge, with everything that's been going on. You look a bit pale yourself; have you been sleeping at all, at least a little?