Dmitri Lang (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nowinprint) wrote2008-10-02 09:04 am
nowinprint) wrote2008-10-02 09:04 am
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[RP] Alle warten auf das Licht, fürchtet euch fürchtet euch nicht…
On the fifth floor of an abandoned construction project, Dmitri Lang has been conscious for about fifteen minutes, now. The first seven of those minutes were spent throwing up – yeah, this is a concussion if she's ever felt one, and the fact that there's a crust of blood over most of her forehead makes her feel ever so much better about all of this – and the next five were spent cursing and spitting in an attempt to get the taste of stomach acid out of her mouth. Because Dmitri Lang is exactly that ladylike.
For the last three minutes, though, she's been taking in everything she can about this room, in exacting detail, including the layout and those there. The people cuffed up in it seem to show a distressing concentration of people she knows for one reason or another, and while she has quite the expansive social network, Chicago is a big city. Granted, there is one kid there she doesn't know except for having him smash her face into the floor, but if anything, he looks more beat-up than the rest of them.
And April is gone. She's pretty sure she saw April, last time she was conscious in here, unless it's just the concussion messing with her, and she's wondering if that might be better.
She groans. Fixes on Tosh first, because she's easier to get answers out of than the Doctor, then registers exactly how Tosh looks, now that she can see, again. "Oh, kitten, you all right?"
For the last three minutes, though, she's been taking in everything she can about this room, in exacting detail, including the layout and those there. The people cuffed up in it seem to show a distressing concentration of people she knows for one reason or another, and while she has quite the expansive social network, Chicago is a big city. Granted, there is one kid there she doesn't know except for having him smash her face into the floor, but if anything, he looks more beat-up than the rest of them.
And April is gone. She's pretty sure she saw April, last time she was conscious in here, unless it's just the concussion messing with her, and she's wondering if that might be better.
She groans. Fixes on Tosh first, because she's easier to get answers out of than the Doctor, then registers exactly how Tosh looks, now that she can see, again. "Oh, kitten, you all right?"