beebalmed / vrm, day 2
Nov 3, 2023 0:09:03 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Nov 3, 2023 0:09:03 GMT -5
r o e .
"i hold myself
in contempt.
disease
is a primary language."
The adrenaline keeps him jumpy. Even as they hear the dummy amalgamation skitter back up the empty shaft. Even as the elevator smooths out and they all stand there holding their breaths.
The music loops back over during the descent. Roe's breathing hard, hair plastered to the back of his neck.
"Well," He sighs, leaning heavy on the wall, "Hopefully it's after someone else now."
And not their problem anymore.
Roe is immediately out of the elevator when it stops. Not from any sort of fear reaction, but because it's crowded in there with three kids and a couple of hacked off plastic limbs, blue-blooded and still twitching.
He stumbles his way out, catching himself on the corner of a locker - shit in a bucket, they're in the training room.
Great.
He's still lightheaded from the rush of being attacked by a literal giant nightmare creature. There's a tremor working its way down the back his arms and settling into his hands. It turns his fingertips numb and cold, his knuckles slowly go weak.
He feels exhausted, suddenly. He doesn't even snap at Mateo for being right about the whole holy shit they're alive thing.
But barely ten seconds in and Roe catches Vin eyeing the plants already. He groans, shoves himself back up and takes them by the shoulders, steers them away past the rows of dangerous-looking nettles.
“No, no." He snaps, resolute and bitter and too tired for this shit, "Not again.”