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

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Oh man, you... Never listen to Mayfield, they don't...

[It doesn't matter. Why lecture a dying friend?]

Heh. I-It's always over a girl, ain't it...

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

"Ye.. Can't he.. it man. Ramona.. She's.. I've done her... ron man."

[Scott wished he could just sit up and say something like, "Psyche! Pssht! Let's go get some drinks and pick up a chick or two!" Alas, there'd be no chick picking up, there'd be no drinking, and of course- there'd be no Scott Pilgrim for those things to happen.

They say that if a man spent every day of is life trying to find the best place to watch the sun rise, that it would not be a wasted life. Scott Pilgrim enjoyed the sun rising as much as the next guy, but he couldn't help but feel like he had wasted what time he had here with the living. Looking up at Quinn, his heart sank like an anvil falling from the Empire State Building. Maybe it was the loss of blood, or the genuine feeling of regret, but Scott felt a pain unlike any he had felt before.]

"Quinn.."

[His hand dropped from Quinn's shirt, hitting the ground with a soft thud. With a dry throat wheezing in shallow, shortened breaths for air, Scott spoke his last few words with what energy he had left.]

"If.. If I tot.. ly liked dudes.. I'd do ya'.."

[He barely got a soft chuckle out before his head rolled to the side lifelessly. His wheezing ceased as the blood continued to pool under him. The street became eerily silent around them. The lack of birds or a breeze left the air as still as death. Stephens road would now be a bit less noisy, a bit less "rocked", and a tenant short- now that Scott Pilgrim had passed on.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Going out on a joke. You're a classy bro, Scott Pilgrim.

Quinn will sit there with Scott for a long while, not sure what to do. Eventually, he carefully scoops his friend up, taking him back to Cyuss's house with him. He can't just leave him there.]