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mayfield_rpg2012-08-12 08:58 pm
1_truth) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-12 08:58 pm
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Case: 021
{{ →!Action - 1449 Mitchell Road | Late in the Night }}
[ Conan isn't thinking straight. All he wants is to get off the street and find a phone. He needs to find a phone before he passes out and Gin catches up with him. He has no idea what setting his shoes had been on but at the moment he didn't really care. He was free! He'd escaped. Again. He stumbles all over the sidewalk and at one point even falls to his hands and knees-Or in his case forearms and knees as his hands are still tightly bound by cables. The sudden impact blurs his vision worse and sends a very unpleasant jolt up the injured shoulder. ]
[ He takes a few breaths and wills himself to push on, moving back to his feet and going a little farther before tripping and falling foreword again. This is never going to work. He's never going to make it back home. But damn it, he doesn't have a cell phone so it's not like-wait. Maybe-maybe he could borrow someone else's phone? If he's remembering correctly Mayfield doesn't have a shortage of them. ]
[ Somehow, by some miracle stroke of luck he manages to find a house and break the window before climbing inside-gaining a few extra cuts as he does. Conan doesn't seem to notice however, as he just lets himself fall heavily onto the floor, landing on the broken glass and just taking a moment to breathe. ]
[ Gotta get to the phone. Gotta get to the phone. A few more step Kudo. You can do this. With a mighty effort he gets to his feet, ignoring the glass shards he'd landed on and pushing himself to the phone-most phones were-were-Aha! ]
[ His hand tightens around the phone and stares down at the blurry numbers. H-how did you filter these things again? W-was it-? ]
{{ →!Phone (Probably a failed filter to Sherlock) | Late in the Night }}
[ At first there's nothing but heavy breathing-like someone fighting to stay conscious. ]
C-Can you... [ another breath ] ...can you c-come get me...?
[ Conan isn't thinking straight. All he wants is to get off the street and find a phone. He needs to find a phone before he passes out and Gin catches up with him. He has no idea what setting his shoes had been on but at the moment he didn't really care. He was free! He'd escaped. Again. He stumbles all over the sidewalk and at one point even falls to his hands and knees-Or in his case forearms and knees as his hands are still tightly bound by cables. The sudden impact blurs his vision worse and sends a very unpleasant jolt up the injured shoulder. ]
[ He takes a few breaths and wills himself to push on, moving back to his feet and going a little farther before tripping and falling foreword again. This is never going to work. He's never going to make it back home. But damn it, he doesn't have a cell phone so it's not like-wait. Maybe-maybe he could borrow someone else's phone? If he's remembering correctly Mayfield doesn't have a shortage of them. ]
[ Somehow, by some miracle stroke of luck he manages to find a house and break the window before climbing inside-gaining a few extra cuts as he does. Conan doesn't seem to notice however, as he just lets himself fall heavily onto the floor, landing on the broken glass and just taking a moment to breathe. ]
[ Gotta get to the phone. Gotta get to the phone. A few more step Kudo. You can do this. With a mighty effort he gets to his feet, ignoring the glass shards he'd landed on and pushing himself to the phone-most phones were-were-Aha! ]
[ His hand tightens around the phone and stares down at the blurry numbers. H-how did you filter these things again? W-was it-? ]
{{ →!Phone (Probably a failed filter to Sherlock) | Late in the Night }}
[ At first there's nothing but heavy breathing-like someone fighting to stay conscious. ]
C-Can you... [ another breath ] ...can you c-come get me...?
[phone]
[ Can he figure out where he is? He's not sure-he still can't really think straight and his mind is only offering limited pieces of information. How did he get in here again? ]
Th-the window... I-I broke it...