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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 8:19 pm
"s**t!" The snap of the knife made him jump, and he winced sympathetically when he realized it had hit Tiegan. It would have been an 'I told you so' moment, if it didn't suck so much. Even he wasn't that snarky.
He knew that that had to hurt. And he knew exactly the sort of knife that would stand a better chance at getting the door open, but he didn't carry a tactool with him. "No," he said with a sigh, going over to kneel next to her and gesture for her to let him see her arm. "Let me see."
Personal space went out the window, in certain circumstances.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 8:23 pm
Tiegan held out her arm after a pause, as if she was tempted to tell him to bugger off. Suddenly she was feeling a bit of a need for personal space...
But she sighed and used the remaining half of her poor knife to cut the sleeve and pull it out of the way. SHe didn't care about the jacket, it was that now he could see her arm too and the marks and bruises on there. But with all the blood, it seemed to be pretty much concealed. Thank god.
"It looks worse than it is." Tiegan tried as she pressed the fabric back onto the edges. It felt worse than it really was too. "I liked that knife too."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 8:39 pm
He brought his knife close to illuminate the injury, holding Tiegan's arm gently with his other hand. Honestly, there wasn't much he could do about it. He could fish it out, even cauterize the wound if he had to, but it was probably best left until they got out of here. It wasn't that serious. He let go and moved away to sit again.
It wasn't all that was there, either. There were bruises, too. Hmm. He wondered what they were from, but didn't actually assume they were from anything bad. There were plenty of mundane ways to come by bruises, after all.
"I'm not trying with mine," he decided. For one thing, it was his favorite, and for another, it was big. On the off chance it snapped, it would not be pleasant.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 8:42 pm
"Fair enough." Tiegan agreed. She sat back and wrapped it up carefully. It wasn't so bad under the light. And he hadn't said anything about the bruises. She relaxed again a bit and lay back down, head on her bag.
"So what do we do?" She didn't panic. It was a problem and there was a solution. There always was one.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 9:07 pm
Mikhail didn't answer right away. Brute force was obviously not going to work, and they didn't have anything good to use for leverage. With Tiegan's knife snapped, he wasn't about to try with his, and dusty old bottles of grape juice weren't going to help. They could sit and wait until they heard someone upstairs, he supposed, but he'd rather not. Among other things, it would be embarrassing.
He stared at his knife, until at last something occurred to him. Without bothering to say anything, he got up and climbed the ladder again - he was going to be really sore after this, wasn't he? - and stabbed his knife into the wood of the door.
He'd burn his way out, if he had to.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 12:35 am
Tiegan watched him. Was he going to try the shoulder move again? No, he was apparently going to burn down Fa'q HQ. She would have teased him if she could be bothered.
"Don't burn the building down." Was all she said, attempting to resist the urge to add, 'In your haste to run away from me...' or something equally teasing. Tiegan wrapped the jacket sleeve around the blade in her skin and yanked it out, biting her lip to not make a sound, jamming the sleeve onto the deep cut and wrapping it firmly with the other bit.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:21 am
"I won't let it burn that long," he said, with a hint of annoyance at the nagging. "I haven't burnt anything I didn't mean to burn in a long time." Except food, but that didn't count.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:26 am
"Okay. Sorry." She muttered. He wasn't so bad aside from the crankiness that seemed to be a chronic illness of his. Tiegan shut her eyes. God, she was tired. Hungry and tired. She really didn't feel like leaving yet anyway, even if he did get the door open, and she wondered how successful that would be... with a door that she thought might be mostly made of metal. She had lifted the door. It had been heavy and she thought it was a bomb shelter, after all.
"I know you're good at it." She added in an attempt to reassure. He was. The fire hadn't gone out of control at any point.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:13 pm
As it turned out, it was not a very successful effort - he couldn't burn metal. When it became apparent that the top of the door wasn't flammable, he gave up with a muttered curse, and hit the door hard to relieve his frustration.
...only for it to pop open. Huh. About time!
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:28 pm
Tiegan sat up. It worked? She wondered if the heat made the metal shrink.Or something.
Standing, she brushed off herself again with her good arm and went to stand under the ladder.
"Knew you could do it. So... sandwich time." Maybe also washing cut out, and stuff, but sandwich had to come first now. Tiegan was really hungry
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:55 pm
"Finally," he muttered, hauling himself out. Though they didn't freak him out, he still didn't like small, dark places. Tiegan could go back down later if she wanted, but he was done with the basement, thank you.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 2:13 pm
Tiegan went for her bag, pulling it over her shoulder, then climbing out using her good arm, chin and legs. Hurt arm? No problem! The kitchen was on her mind now.
She put the bag on the table and started to make the sandwich with her good arm. It was surprisingly difficult to do things one armed, Tiegan decided, but she could cope by herself. Delusional, maybe, but oh well.
"Did you want one?" She added, as if one wasn't going to be enough of a challange.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 2:24 pm
"No thanks," he said, watching her with some bemusement. "Shouldn't you, uh...get that taken care of?" Mik could understand being hungry, but seriously? She had a knife blade in her arm.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 2:32 pm
"Well, the shops are all shut." Tiegan answered. She wasn't gonna go home, and she assumed doctors were also closed at night. Tugging out the peanut butter, pausing as she thought over the thickness of peanut butter, then going for honey, she spread it. Ah ha! A sandwich.
"So... it's okay, at least for now. I always take care of the knives so that one should have been clean..." Tiegan rested back on a chair.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 2:36 pm
Mik raised an eyebrow. Since when were shops involved in treating injuries? There was such a thing as, you know, the emergency room. But that was a hassle. He'd been there twice and was not a fan. Instead, he suggested, "My guardian could take care of it."
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