#wtscearthquake

[ratherbeawrecker]

Spiraling || Post Quake || Ralph and Vanessa

His hands were bloody. Long, deep scratches extended from his hands all the way to his elbows from trying to move things while he dealt with the Manning kid's whining and general bad attitude. Not that his had been much better, admittedly, but she hadn't even been able to help him move things due to her injury. Well... it must have hurt pretty bad, he guessed, so maybe he shouldn't be so hard on her.

Besides, she'd only been scared for her... what, girlfriend? Seemed like it, from the way she talked about her. Ralph had used her voice (which he had found so annoying before) as something to keep his feet on level ground while he moved rock after rock after rock and tried not to spiral into his own type of panic. He'd seen Vanessa just before the quake. He'd seen her, and he couldn't help picturing how she would look if she'd been crushed by the ceiling. He worked in the business of destroying things. He'd seen what happens when an animal is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the kid.... well, she was just a kid. So small, and so full of energy. When Ralph pictured her, someone who annoyed him to no end and constantly got his goat on purpose... when he pictured her hurt, it felt like his chest was the thing that was crushed.

So his hands and arms were bloody, but he didn't care. They only had a handful of cars that could transport people to the hospital, so Ralph had simply carried his injured companion all the way there. She was nearly unconscious, anyway, and though he didn't know much about medicine... that couldn't be good.

They entered the front doors of the ER part of the hospital, and Ralph flagged down a nurse. "Help, okay? She's got a broken leg and I tried to keep her awake, but she's in pretty bad shape." the nurse exclaimed at the amount of blood that was covering Tiffany by that time, but Ralph quickly assured her that most of it wasn't hers. She was just out because of the pain, he thought. And no, he didn't need help. Help her first. He had someone he needed to find.

That done, he looked wildly around the room, searching for the one person that he would never have expected himself to be scared for, ignoring the pain and the fact that he was covered in his own blood.

[measuredbyhisheart]

-There'll Be Peace When We Are Done || Post Quake || Open-

He wasn't injured, not really. The worst he had was some scraped skin and a cut on his forehead that was currently superglued shut because it was faster and more efficient than stitches. Besides, other victims of the earthquake needed them so much more and they just didn't have the people to help everyone.

So, hands wrapped in gauze and covered in non-latex gloves, Henry Cloud paced among those waiting for treatment in the waiting room. The numbers were sobering, so many people in their fanciest clothes with rubble-tinted hair and tear-tracks down their faces. He knew some first aid, and that keeping eyes on those that might be going into shock or had possible head injuries. They both needed fluids, and the second group specifically needed to be kept from falling asleep.

He carried a crate full of water bottles, trying to do anything to help, and just prayed that no injuries sustained tonight would be fatal.

"Hey," he greeted someone in the 'possible concussion' spectrum, judging from some blood and bruising marking their forehead. They were slouched against the wall who seemed to be dozing. "I'm sorry, you must be exhausted, but I can't let you go to sleep yet... D'you want some water?"

[clapforfairies]

Are We Out of the Woods? || Post Quake || Open

Apparently, Prilla was in shock. That's what she heard, anyway, when she had the inclination to focus on the world around her. Everything was pretty disorganized, and different people seemed to mill around and ask the same questions. Prilla had stopped answering. They wouldn't let her get up after she'd tried earlier and fallen immediately to the ground, so the best she could do was search the faces of everyone who entered her wing, intently (but without much emotion) searching for those that she held most dear.

It sort of occurred to her that she should be more scared than this. She remembered being scared, earlier. But right now she was shivering even under all of the layers and she couldn't find Nadia. They'd taken her away.

She eventually became aware of someone next to her. "Are you... okay? I can... call someone..." she managed to rasp out.

[cyriltrinity]

Disaster || WTSC Earthquake || Jane and Cyril

The two of them had danced, talked, and spent time together for quite a while. It was a bit unusual, Cyril didn't make new friends, definitely not quickly, and especially not at events. Town organized events were the worst of those. But somehow the rules he generally followed didn't seem to apply tonight, and he and Jane had really hit it off. But neither of them had cared much for the ball itself, and both seemed to be eager to step outside, when he'd suggest they leave the ballroom for a short while to get some air.

They'd just gotten to the steps outside the building, sitting down on the bottom ones, and Cyril opened his mouth to speak, about to talk when suddenly the world around them began shaking. Instinctively, he shut up, acting before his brain had a chance to process, and tugged Jane off the stairs, all but taking her into his arms and he rushed them away from anything high, things that risked falling on them, into the center of the parking lot beside the building, which was half empty despite the ball. There, they were more or less safe, though he still continued to hold Jane against him, not quite aware of her presence there as he scanned the area for hazards, and focused on keeping himself upright during the quake.

His brain only unclouded when the world stopped moving, and then Cyril realized he was crushing Jane against him. Blushing slightly, he let go, surveying the damage as he moved a few steps away from her. "Sorry..." he muttered, instinctively wondering where his brothers were, and if they were safe, feeling almost as if something was missing now that he didn't know exactly where they were. It made him uncomfortable. Irritated. He needed to find them. But not yet. He had to make sure Jane was safe. There was nothing that could be done, as he had no idea where the other Trinitys were. They might not even be at the party, for all he knew. He hadn't seen them in a while. But he'd take care of that second.

"Let's get you home," he spoke the words with an almost authoritative tone, not leaving much room for argument, despite not intending it to come off that way. His words were almost curt, sharp and to the point. Cyril was preoccupied, worrying about his triplets.

[floydotis]

Stop the Building... || WTSC Earthquake || Damien and Floyd

Floyd had just managed to sneak his way into the kitchen, past the caterers, who were supposed to keep people out. But he was fast. Faster than all of them. And that, combined with a bit of stealth, was all it took for him to get behind the scenes, where he'd be able to mess with the meal. It was an obvious way to prank, but it was effective, so he didn't mind. As long as he got his mischief...

But all of a sudden, the room started shuddering, practically pitching from side to side, sending Floyd immediately scurrying under a table, hoping nothing would fall on him. His mind knew it was an earthquake, and was telling him to stay put, but the boy was confused nonetheless. This was Maine, they weren't supposed to get earthquakes. Definitely not ones that caused the contents of the room to fall out of place, and the power to suddenly go out.

Just as suddenly as it had started, the room stopped moving, and Floyd crept out from under the table, surveying the damage done. The room, or the parts he could somewhat make out in the electricity-less darkness, were a mess. "Stop the building... I wanna get off..." he muttered, not aware that someone could hear him, or even in the room with him. "Now what?"

[princessoftheprideland]

Assistance I Earthquake I Kara and Zyra

Kara had gone over to the table to grab a glass of apple cider when it happened. Something shifted under her feet. At first she assumed it was her imagination but a second later it happened again this time rougher, she fell, dropping the drink and hitting the ground. Her shoulder hurt from the impact (as she'd landed on her side) but other than that (and some glass from the cup in her arm) she seemed fine others around her however did not. She looked around, hoping to see Kaleb but she didn't recognize anyone around her. Everyone had begun to scramble up and run from the room for some reason she felt stuck to the ground, unable to move. She felt like she was in some sort of trance and that this couldn't be real... could it? She looked up and saw her... a woman, grasping her head. That's what brought Kara back to reality... the need to help this woman. She scrambled to her feet and walked towards her, only realizing once she arrived, who this woman was. Zyra Casimir. Kaleb's mom. She froze for a breif second then pushed on knowing that despite the fact they she many not want it she looked as if she needed help. "Are you hurt, Ms Casimir?" She asked, concern in her voice.

[biggerherothanyoueverwere-blog]

Not In It For The Heroics || Earthquake || Travis & Boston

His head throbbed. Goddamn. He could almost feel it pressing against his skull trying to burst through. Like a freaking Alien, only instead of bursting from his chest, it was about to burst straight from his face. If it would stop the pain, perhaps that wouldn't be a bad way to go. Except, logically, he'd be dead if a parasite that big was residing in his head. Also the fact that Alien was a science fiction horror franchise, and not exactly real.

Get yourself together, man!

Boston ran a hand through his hair, a hiss of annoyance as he realized how gritty and disgusting his hair felt. He didn't like to admit it, but Boston was particular about his hair. And his possessions, which may have been the reason his next concern was his tuxedo. "Fuck," he hissed, a hand fumbling for his pocket. He needed a stress relief. A cigarette would do nicely. Pulling one from his pocket, he brought it to his lips before patting his pocket for a lighter. Finding none, he lolled his head back. "Fuck! Great.. just.. beautiful." Taking out the cigarette, Boston took in the situation he was in.

There was an Earthquake, or something close to. There was no light.. yet. Pulling out his phone, it lit his face in a pale blue light as it was switched on. He'd hit his head, which would mean a trip to the hospital just in case. His three hundred dollar tuxedo was screwed. His leg was pinned, and moving it only resulted in pain. Oh, and the lovely fact that there was no immediate light which would mean the chances of there being an escape were little to none. But at least he was alone. Closing his eyes, he switched off the phone to save battery, and rested his head back. It would be a long wait.

[heirofscar]

[Earthquake] Get Outta Here || Kaleb & Topher

Kaleb's shoulder hurt a bit. He wasn't feeling bad though, merely confused. A second ago or so, he was having the perfect first ball, complete with Kara and tons of fun. Then, almost instantly, everything came down. The boy was separated from his girlfriend by a puff of smoke, followed by pieces of wood and stone, and he couldn't help but worry.

"Kara?!" he exclaimed out loud, at the top of his lungs, before coughing slightly due to the settling dust around him. He rubbed the shoulder and looked around desperately, as a single tear rolled down his cheek, looking for any signs of life and, hopefully, his girlfriend. "Hello?! Where are you?!"