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Sergeant Rick Doyle || 28 Weeks Later ([personal profile] fuckthemission) wrote2012-06-11 01:03 pm

04 | voice/written/action | Kidnap shifts are a bitch, and I hate 'em.

[June 9th (Nighttime)]

[Doyle returns from the mission and hopes distantly that the shift placed on him would be gone. It is not, and he's got an insignificant wound that probably needs a few stitches and something to disinfectant. He basically makes a beeline for his place, locks himself up (and may run into people along the way, despite his attempts to be sneaky). He'll just have to wait for it to wear off.

Yeah.]


[Voice]

Can anyone do me a favor? Probably a doctor at the clinic--I need, uh. A kit for stitching up minor injuries, things like that? Something to disinfect a wound? I'm not really in a position to go down to the clinic... If we can arrange somewhere to pick it up, I'd really owe ya.

[If you're in Community Housing 7, you might feel a phantom heat passing through the Floor 3 hallway. Also if you're Doyle's neighbors or you're above or below his room, sorry about the weird heat that seems to bounce around your place. :|]

[June 10th]

[It's getting worse. He's feeling a lot more restricted, a lot more like he's drowning in peak summer heat. Started sweating more; he takes nightly walks like he does sometimes, though more-so to escape how his room smothers him. Eventually, though, he starts to realize that he can't go to the grocery store, or the restaurant, or the item shop. Or the middle of the plaza. Frankly, he realizes he's just shoving heat in people's faces wherever he's at.

There's some joke to be made about making people want to take their clothes off, but he's too tired to amuse it. He temporarily stays in an empty house further back from any people, just until this wears off. Needs food, though. Going to the grocery shop isn't going to work out. At all.

A while later, an anonymous person pens in
this handwriting:]

[Written / Anonymous]

I'm stuck in a predicament, and I kinda' need food. If anyone can drop some off at the house I'm staying in, I'd really appreciate it--and I'd owe you one. Just on the doorstep, and I can do the rest.

[If people do decide to help out, he'd appreciate it. He even pens the house number. Just don't be alarmed if you help, or even if you just walk by, that something unceremoniously warm is seeping through the walls of the house. He's got the air on, the fans on, and he's still not feeling too relaxed.

He also goes out and sits at the lake. By the time he's there for an hour, two, he sits in the water and feels some semblance of relief for once.]


[June 11th]

[Fucking hell. Fuck.

He's given up on shirts. He's drinking a lot of water, too. Been sitting in the shower at the unspecified house until he prunes up. It offers a little relief. Not a whole lot. When it starts to rain he goes outside, goes back to the lake, sits in the water, in the rain; he hasn't gotten sick from it yet, so he's not about to stop.

When the rain clears up, he drags himself onto the shore and lays there. He feels too hot. He's going to burn up--they're going to burn him all up, aren't they, those assholes?

Too hot... Ugh... Too hot.

It's raining and overcast and he's laying here suffocating in heat.

What were the odds.]



((ooc: basically anyone within a 10-foot radius will feel like they're in a really hot desert that will progressively get worse the closer they go; the heat is stifling and hard to be around. Another 10 feet after that, there's a mild heat that'll probably be more recognizable on the rainy days. Touching him'll make you feel like you're being burned. Also to note, it only effects living things. So no actual hot objects. :|b

It'll go away before anything gets too intense for him, but he's a little freaked out and anxious and all that.))


mikangirl: DEFAULT DEFAULT (eh?)

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[personal profile] mikangirl 2012-06-19 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I guess ice cubes would melt within half an hour in this sort of temperature. Less if they don't bring your temperature down.

[She's totally a witch. Just ask Zoro. Also, gonna fit those parts together.] I can lower the temperature in here right down for you, though. Maybe it'll help. Are you okay with me trying?

[action] June 9th

[personal profile] herd_effect 2012-06-19 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a moment or two in which he just stares, bewildered, trying to fathom how Doyle's still alive. After that he forces himself to chalk it up to the strange physics of this world and opens the first aid kit, donning a pair of latex gloves--if those aren't enough of a barrier, he'll have to ask if Doyle has any insulated winter ones--and withdrawing a glass thermometer.]

I'm extremely surprised that you're conscious right now. Open, please. [He raises his hand to slide the thermometer under Doyle's tongue.]
geniustheveil: (pgsm ☤ concerned)

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[personal profile] geniustheveil 2012-06-19 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I wonder if I can still help with the pain... [Even from a short distance, maybe her abilities from Nala could help.]
relictusdeus: (Snake in the Garden)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2012-06-19 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He appears to take Doyle's jab in good stride, offering a closed, patient smile in return.]

Nor are you as clever as you think yourself. [A beat.]

Ah... that reminds me... [Petering off, he flips his trident blades-downward, and thrusts it deep into the rain-softened ground, inches away from the man. A very carefully calculated move, for all its ferocity. And as if it were nothing at all, he continues calmly without so much as blinking:]

I noticed you have yet to pay your debt. [Tilting his head with mock-concern, his voice devoid of viciousness. In fact, it's quite conversational in tone.] Now why is that, I wonder? ...Been terribly busy, have you? Hmn~?

[Well, go on - he's inviting you to make up an excuse because he's a dick.]
fleurdesel: left, sad, smile, serious (I just don't know)

[action] June 11th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-06-19 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Sedated with an IV to keep your body hydrated. It might not help with the area of effect but you would no longer be aware of it- and that is what would matter most.

[She takes a step back as he steps forward, retreating from the sudden wave of heat. This is. Terrible.]
no_compromise: (grin--this isn't like you)

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[personal profile] no_compromise 2012-06-20 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The beastman snorted in amusement at this.]

Ffft. Not even the prison wardens at Rinkane deserve meat from that!
alloys: (☢ and i sweat my rust;)

voice;

[personal profile] alloys 2012-06-20 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Dude BATMAN'S PRETEND

...So what if he was here, WHAT OF IT.]


I have my name on the New York skyline. I think that's close enough.
faithfulflame: (Mars Made of Stern Stuff)

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[personal profile] faithfulflame 2012-06-20 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? Can you tell me more about your world? I'm curious, if you don't mind indulging me.

geniustheveil: (pgsm ☤ nice young lady)

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[personal profile] geniustheveil 2012-06-20 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
The filial spirits. [She specifies, as if there's a need to.] Nala. I can use her power, a little.
mikangirl: DEFAULT DEFAULT (takin care of business)

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[personal profile] mikangirl 2012-06-20 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
I'll take that as a 'you're nuts, but feel free to try' response.

[Yeah yeah, just hold your disbelief at the door. Nami'll just try anyway, so Doyle can be treated to her apparently blowing bubbles all across his living room. Clearly she's a huge hit at kid's parties! :D

Only when they burst as they hit the ceiling, they're sending a rush of cold air down to wash across the room, cooler by degrees. But you know, she can keep this up until we're hitting near frigid temperatures in here.]
fleurdesel: right, confused, serious, angry (and then...?)

[action] June 11th

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-06-20 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
...I could handle it.

[Doubtful. The heat would be distracting, she wouldn't be able to focus on finding the right vein...]

If not I could walk you through it easily enough. And I will want to take a look at the aforementioned stitches Rick. Just to be sure you didn't botch them, of course.

[It's awkward, standing off to the side as they walk, speaking from a distance. After awhile the heat becomes more uncomfortable than she can stand. The umbrella's closed and set off to the side. She's soaked within seconds, and still too. Damn. Hot.]
stillplaying: ([confusion] must've heard wrong)

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[personal profile] stillplaying 2012-06-21 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Any mirth quickly fades from her face. Over-heating? It's raining. It's not that hot desert sun she remembers seeing once in a past Hunger Game. He has no reason to be over-heating. No reason to need the water to keep him cool.

She looks worried now. Leans forward to look better, to try to figure out what's wrong.]


How?
relictusdeus: and I'm gonna laugh. (Let them burn / and I will look down)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2012-06-21 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[The grin curling his lips at that instinctive little twitch only broadens at Doyle’s answer. He raises his brows, mimicking shock.] Try? [The word is met with a sharp, breathless laugh. His hand clenches and unclenches around the pole of his spear. Does he think this a joke, Isaac muses - does he think him a joke?]

My dear Doyle... I do not try to enjoy what it is I do. It entertains me as it is.

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