Daisy & Ami are coming from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/91146.html?thread=3001610&style=mine#t3001610)
The antidote Daisy had injected herself with, whatever it was, had left her painfully alert. It felt like someone had taken sandpaper to her brain, leaving all her nerve endings raw and sensitive. It put her in a foul mood, and she was happy to take it out on the bad guys.
She glanced at Ami, intending to give her a vague but comforting answer. But Ami didn't look like she would settle for one. In fact, she looked a little frantic. Daisy supposed that if she were still alive and had been yanked out of her body, she would be too. She'd been dealing with the dead for so long it was hard to remember just how shocking the situation could be.
Daisy laid a hand on Ami's shoulder--and that in itself seemed to surprise her a little. "Basically, there's nobody home in your body right now," Daisy said. "It's like you're in a coma. You'll be okay until you become dehydrated--say a day or two." She gave Ami a quick hug. "But this will all be over long before that can happen."
Releasing Ami, Daisy added, "speaking of which...." She walked over to the metal cabinet standing in the corner. The doors were locked. Daisy rattle them in frustration for a moment, then searched the guards, producing a keyring. One of the keys fit the lock on the cabinet. She opened it.
Daisy stared at the contents. "Ooooooh--score!" she said. Three dart rifles were racked inside the cabinet. So was an semi-automatic shotgun> A large and shiny revolver of some kind hung in a holster from a peg, along with a couple of vests and various other tools.
Daisy grabbed the shotgun, opened a box of shells and started loading them into the weapon. "Are you--do you know how to use that?" Ami asked.
"I'm an actress," Daisy said, glancing at Ami and giving her a smile. It never hurt to have a passing familiarity with all sorts of skills, even if it was just enough to look good--
"There you are! You bitch!" The sudden shouting was surprising. Daisy whirled, wincing when she realized she'd let the muzzle swing past Ami. Not that it could hurt her now, but still....
Dr. Sakai was standing hip deep in the console, where she'd stopped after walking through the wall behind her. She glared at Daisy and opened her mouth to continue cursing.
"Shut up," Daisy said. "Unless you want me to stuff you into a bottle like a genie and leave you there." Sakai paled a little. "In fact," Daisy said, moving toward her, "get the hell out of here. If I see you again, I'll do it on general principles!"
Sakai's eyes widened and then she took two large steps backward, vanishing through the wall. Daisy turned toward the door and saw Ami watching her with equally big eyes. "Can you really do that?"
Daisy shrugged. "I dunno," she admitted. She looked at the monitors again, feeling the press of time. On one screen Claire was just settling into a wheelchair steadied by a nurse. "I've never tried, but maybe. Be a dear, will you, and check outside?"
[Daisy] Don't Stop Now! (tag Ami, open)
The antidote Daisy had injected herself with, whatever it was, had left her painfully alert. It felt like someone had taken sandpaper to her brain, leaving all her nerve endings raw and sensitive. It put her in a foul mood, and she was happy to take it out on the bad guys.
She glanced at Ami, intending to give her a vague but comforting answer. But Ami didn't look like she would settle for one. In fact, she looked a little frantic. Daisy supposed that if she were still alive and had been yanked out of her body, she would be too. She'd been dealing with the dead for so long it was hard to remember just how shocking the situation could be.
Daisy laid a hand on Ami's shoulder--and that in itself seemed to surprise her a little. "Basically, there's nobody home in your body right now," Daisy said. "It's like you're in a coma. You'll be okay until you become dehydrated--say a day or two." She gave Ami a quick hug. "But this will all be over long before that can happen."
Releasing Ami, Daisy added, "speaking of which...." She walked over to the metal cabinet standing in the corner. The doors were locked. Daisy rattle them in frustration for a moment, then searched the guards, producing a keyring. One of the keys fit the lock on the cabinet. She opened it.
Daisy stared at the contents. "Ooooooh--score!" she said. Three dart rifles were racked inside the cabinet. So was an semi-automatic shotgun> A large and shiny revolver of some kind hung in a holster from a peg, along with a couple of vests and various other tools.
Daisy grabbed the shotgun, opened a box of shells and started loading them into the weapon. "Are you--do you know how to use that?" Ami asked.
"I'm an actress," Daisy said, glancing at Ami and giving her a smile. It never hurt to have a passing familiarity with all sorts of skills, even if it was just enough to look good--
"There you are! You bitch!" The sudden shouting was surprising. Daisy whirled, wincing when she realized she'd let the muzzle swing past Ami. Not that it could hurt her now, but still....
Dr. Sakai was standing hip deep in the console, where she'd stopped after walking through the wall behind her. She glared at Daisy and opened her mouth to continue cursing.
"Shut up," Daisy said. "Unless you want me to stuff you into a bottle like a genie and leave you there." Sakai paled a little. "In fact," Daisy said, moving toward her, "get the hell out of here. If I see you again, I'll do it on general principles!"
Sakai's eyes widened and then she took two large steps backward, vanishing through the wall. Daisy turned toward the door and saw Ami watching her with equally big eyes. "Can you really do that?"
Daisy shrugged. "I dunno," she admitted. She looked at the monitors again, feeling the press of time. On one screen Claire was just settling into a wheelchair steadied by a nurse. "I've never tried, but maybe. Be a dear, will you, and check outside?"