Post by ARCHIVE JOHNSON on Jul 5, 2016 22:49:54 GMT -6
fall apart if you need to
I'm here and I wont leave you now.
Don't look down, hold on forever. Lay down all your troubles end to end
They could reach up to the stars. So many roads, you don't know where you've been,
but you still know who you are
Don't look down, hold on forever. Lay down all your troubles end to end
They could reach up to the stars. So many roads, you don't know where you've been,
but you still know who you are
Tires squealed across the pavement as archive slammed on her brakes, desperately trying to gain control of her car around the bend. Too late, though, she had noticed the car that had spun right around the curve. Her Prius collided with the other vehicle, hitting it with such a force that her car caught air, tumbling over the other vehicle. The world seemed to move in slow motion, and funnily enough, instead of worrying about the damage to herself or whoever she had just hit, Archive's first thought was how her insurance rating was bound to go up. She had enough time to worry about just how much State Farm was going to increase her rates before the Prius made it's ungraceful landing on it's side, jostling Archive into temporary unconsciousness.
The Muir woods were very precarious when it came to their roads on most days, but the danger tended to be worse on days like these, when it rained. Unlike most parks in California, the Muir woods had large hills that had been artificially cut into to make roads. They were difficult to drive for the same reasons mountains were- sharp curves on hills with steep falls. People died in these woods not just because they were a formidable hunting ground for the supernatural, but also because people drove to fast on the precarious roads all of the time, just like Archive had been and most likely the person she'd crashed into.
When the whitelighter gained consciousness, she let out a groan of pain, gasping for air as she tried to examine her surroundings. Tempered glass was everywhere, not cutting into her skin via their design, but the inner glass of her windshield had completely shattered and she could see bits of the inner vinyl hanging from the glass. Light mist from the rain touched her face and wet her arms, and she groaned again, raising her arm to brush the glass from her face. Slowly, and wincing from the intense pain, she unbuckled her seat belt, pushing down the airbag that obstructed her vision. When she went to move, a short, clipped cry of pain erupted from her lips, sourcing from the steering wheel that was crushing her leg. "Fuck fuck... fuck," she murmured to herself, the word escalating to screams as she jimmied her trapped leg out of it's position in order to stand.
Day's off were not a frequent thing for Archive, and these days she tended to spend them either sleeping the entire day or seeking out Cael, the new vampire hotty that had entered her life. He was smart and broody and covered in ink, all things Archive was a sucker for. The thing that bugged her about hi was, just like every there guy, his hero complex kicked in once he realized she was deaf. he called her delicate, and it was a word she'd come to loathe. Although usually when other people assumed she was some precious little flower she flipped them the bird and walked away, something in Archive made her want to shove Cael's face in the fact that she was tough, fearless. Archive wanted to show him that she was no damsel, no weakling. And so most of the time she spent with him was doing stupid little things to do just that... including allowing him to feed on her.
Ark stood up and pulled herself out of the passenger window. Every muscle hurt, especially her neck from when the airbag smacked her in the face. She fell out of the side of the car, wincing as she put pressure on her damaged leg, but pushing through it and limping towards the other car, which looked like it had been halfway towards a junkyard smashing. Before leaving her car, though, Ark pried open her smashed trunk and grabbed the road flares in the back, breathing heavily as she used the cap of the road flare to light it. With the flare burning in hand, she hobbled to the other car, using it to brace herself as she chucked it towards the bend, hoping someone would see it and not make the same mistake. After lighting a second flare and repeating the action, she limped over the body that was strewn on the side of the road.
With only one hearing aide in, the world was a bit disconcerting, but Ark was in so much shock, it barely registered that one of her ears was missing. She stepped over the road railing to get to the woman, gasping in agony with every step. "Ma'am," she said, her voice shaky, "Ma'am, can you hear me?" She crouched down and checked for a pulse, touching the battered woman's wrist and finding one barely there. "Okay, shit, okay okay..." instead of performing what she was training to do, she grabbed the woman's hands and performed her whitelighter duties. What she hadn't been expecting was the woman to wake up suddenly, flailing and screaming. She knocked Archive int he feet, and the wiccan lost her balance and fell off the edge of the road.
This particular ledge broke off over a shallow creek with river rock, and that's where Ark landed. The force of her landing knocked the wind out of her, her remaining hearing aide somehow not falling out. She coughed, her eyes wide in shock, and blood spurted from her lips. She could hear the woman screaming, and then she could hear the sound of feet against pavement as the other woman ran away.... hopefully to get help, but it wasn't clear. Ark tried to sit up again, but her head became blurry and heavy, and she combined with the sudden difficulty to breath, Ark lost the fight inside of her. She fell back onto the rocks and stared up at the trees, the cool mist still caressing her face. As a paramedic, Archive knew for a fact that she was in real bad shape.
||TAG: @ open ||WORD COUNT:993 ||CLOTHES ||
||NOTE: funsies without the fun part ||
The Muir woods were very precarious when it came to their roads on most days, but the danger tended to be worse on days like these, when it rained. Unlike most parks in California, the Muir woods had large hills that had been artificially cut into to make roads. They were difficult to drive for the same reasons mountains were- sharp curves on hills with steep falls. People died in these woods not just because they were a formidable hunting ground for the supernatural, but also because people drove to fast on the precarious roads all of the time, just like Archive had been and most likely the person she'd crashed into.
When the whitelighter gained consciousness, she let out a groan of pain, gasping for air as she tried to examine her surroundings. Tempered glass was everywhere, not cutting into her skin via their design, but the inner glass of her windshield had completely shattered and she could see bits of the inner vinyl hanging from the glass. Light mist from the rain touched her face and wet her arms, and she groaned again, raising her arm to brush the glass from her face. Slowly, and wincing from the intense pain, she unbuckled her seat belt, pushing down the airbag that obstructed her vision. When she went to move, a short, clipped cry of pain erupted from her lips, sourcing from the steering wheel that was crushing her leg. "Fuck fuck... fuck," she murmured to herself, the word escalating to screams as she jimmied her trapped leg out of it's position in order to stand.
Day's off were not a frequent thing for Archive, and these days she tended to spend them either sleeping the entire day or seeking out Cael, the new vampire hotty that had entered her life. He was smart and broody and covered in ink, all things Archive was a sucker for. The thing that bugged her about hi was, just like every there guy, his hero complex kicked in once he realized she was deaf. he called her delicate, and it was a word she'd come to loathe. Although usually when other people assumed she was some precious little flower she flipped them the bird and walked away, something in Archive made her want to shove Cael's face in the fact that she was tough, fearless. Archive wanted to show him that she was no damsel, no weakling. And so most of the time she spent with him was doing stupid little things to do just that... including allowing him to feed on her.
Ark stood up and pulled herself out of the passenger window. Every muscle hurt, especially her neck from when the airbag smacked her in the face. She fell out of the side of the car, wincing as she put pressure on her damaged leg, but pushing through it and limping towards the other car, which looked like it had been halfway towards a junkyard smashing. Before leaving her car, though, Ark pried open her smashed trunk and grabbed the road flares in the back, breathing heavily as she used the cap of the road flare to light it. With the flare burning in hand, she hobbled to the other car, using it to brace herself as she chucked it towards the bend, hoping someone would see it and not make the same mistake. After lighting a second flare and repeating the action, she limped over the body that was strewn on the side of the road.
With only one hearing aide in, the world was a bit disconcerting, but Ark was in so much shock, it barely registered that one of her ears was missing. She stepped over the road railing to get to the woman, gasping in agony with every step. "Ma'am," she said, her voice shaky, "Ma'am, can you hear me?" She crouched down and checked for a pulse, touching the battered woman's wrist and finding one barely there. "Okay, shit, okay okay..." instead of performing what she was training to do, she grabbed the woman's hands and performed her whitelighter duties. What she hadn't been expecting was the woman to wake up suddenly, flailing and screaming. She knocked Archive int he feet, and the wiccan lost her balance and fell off the edge of the road.
This particular ledge broke off over a shallow creek with river rock, and that's where Ark landed. The force of her landing knocked the wind out of her, her remaining hearing aide somehow not falling out. She coughed, her eyes wide in shock, and blood spurted from her lips. She could hear the woman screaming, and then she could hear the sound of feet against pavement as the other woman ran away.... hopefully to get help, but it wasn't clear. Ark tried to sit up again, but her head became blurry and heavy, and she combined with the sudden difficulty to breath, Ark lost the fight inside of her. She fell back onto the rocks and stared up at the trees, the cool mist still caressing her face. As a paramedic, Archive knew for a fact that she was in real bad shape.
||TAG: @ open ||WORD COUNT:993 ||CLOTHES ||
||NOTE: funsies without the fun part ||
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