✧ sender is trapped with receiver in a stopped elevator.
(This would be pretty funny if my reagent got trapped in those expop/PA doors. They remind me of elevators, no pressure to answer btw! :D @yourbuddybonnie)
ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ ► accepting
How fun the idea of tormenting other reagents with reagents - who would've thought that people thrown to the wolves and suffering this bullshit therapy would turn on their fellows and friends just because Easterman asked? Those they called invaders — because that's what they did during these trials — terrified Franco. Why? Well, think about it! If they were so willing to turn on their fellow reagents just because some middle aged, balding man asked them to (or rather told them to), what was to stop them from turning on the prime assets in such a manner?
Scratch that — Franco has already had to fight with these 'invaders' and on his own turf! Forget the bricks and bottles; these fuckers were armed with knives! Instead of just causing awful head trauma, they had the ability to cause permanent bodily trauma — death! Just last week he's had to run from some crazed invader because he got to a particular reagent before they did! What did Easterman do about it? Laughed. Old fart laughed.
It's why he rides down these damn things from his own room with a sense of unease. He doesn't know what could be waiting outside the doors for him; A reagent armed with a brick and bottle; or an invader with a knife ready to swing at the first thing that moves. So he braces himself with a death breath and holds onto his precious Lupara tightly as the alarm blares and signals his arrival. Yet, when the doors open, in stumbles a face he's unfamiliar with and it immediately sends him into a panic.
"Th' fuck're you doin'?!" He shouts, the sudden weight falling against him and sending him to the floor of the elevator, wasting his opportunity to escape as the doors shut quickly and the lift begins moving. "Get off me!" He roars, shoving the person off with a surprising amount of strength. Barbi leaps to his feet to slam the buttons on the machine to get it to go back, but doing so causes the machine to come screeching to a halt, sending Franco back on his rear. What follows after is an eerie silence. He looks over at the reagent, lip curled and brow furrowed in confusion. As he stands, he hits the lit button again and... nothing.
"Don't you dare..." He whispers to himself, hitting the button again. "Don't you fuckin' dare." He jabs the button over, and over, and over again as if hitting it quicker and harder might prompt the elevator to move. It does not. "Look what you did!" He raises his voice, but not in anger, rather in fear. Franco wasn't a fan of small spaces, let alone elevator spaces. The entire mechanism freaked him out. Was it convenient? Sure, but that didn't make him any less scared of them and this... this was a horror movie waiting to happen. What if the elevator fell? What if the ground was thousands of feet below and the elevator fell? They would die. They would die a horrible death that no one could prevent.
"Easterman!" Franco calls out like a child for its mother. "Easterman! The thing's stuck! Get me outta 'ere!" || @yourbuddybonnie
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