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Icarus winced at Avalon's whistle and might have made a brief attempt at escape to the door. Of course, that brief spell of attempt was in vain... even if Avalon hadn't been around to pull him back and shove him firmly back onto the examination table. Seth's face looked a darker shade for just a breath of time, but that vanished. He crossed his arms and leaned just inside the door frame.

"But my SHOP." Icarus said to the very commanding nurse. "Everything I HAVE is... well, obviously... Cripes." He settled a little, but he was bouncing the knee with the good foot attached at the end.

When Seth was pointed at he quirked a brow in a way that indicated he was a little startled, baffled, or thrown... he might have been feeling annoyed again. No one could have told you which one he was experiencing. When he was finished being scolded he gave a shadow of a shrug and turned to leave.

"WAIT!" Icarus cried after him. "Did you call the fire department? HOLD ON. Don't leave!" He called after him. "You obviously know more than I do, don't you go ANYWHERE, Seth."

Seth stopped outside the door and leaned against the outside wall.

"God... damn... what the hell is going on?"

"It's on the news." Seth said idly.

Karen peered around the door at the rather aloof young man. "The news?" She held up a finger to Icarus and vanished out the door and trotted down the hall. Her heels clicked away.

Icarus exhaled in a very stressed way and began rubbing at the back of his neck as he tended to do. Though, because he feared what Avalon might do if he didn't behave... he sat MOSTLY still. He wouldn't doubt she'd try to sedate him if it came to that.

Moments later Karen was back with a cart, a small television set on top. She failed to get it through the door the first few times and waved at Seth to help her. He raised his eyebrows and managed to guide her in.

"HERE!" She said at last and plugged the television in.

"Channel 9." Seth said in that voice that always seemed to crop up so suddenly that any jumpy individual would find themselves in a constant state of fright in his presence.

Karen turned the television to Channel 9 and there on the screen was Icarus's burning shop. There was a gathering of fire trucks and then handfuls of firemen attacking the fire with big, thick hoses spewing gallons and gallons of water. Icarus stuck his index finger in his mouth and bit down on it... hard.

Karen just stood back and shook her head. Seth wasn't saying anything.

The lady newscaster who's voice had been in the background was now on the screen again with blazes of fire and dark smoke to serve as her background. "And that is the scene downtown here today. As to who started the fire, or as to why? The fire chief has said we won't know until the flames die back and they have a chance to investigate the scene. Hopefully the owner of this little computer repair shop has some good insurance... because they're going to need it. Back to you, Tom."

Icarus said something very rude as the news went on to talk about some deaf kid winning a spelling bee.

Seth looked at him through the doorway, the flourescent lights bringing out the dark smudges beneath his eyes. With his hallowed cheeks he resembled a skull. "There was something you missed."

Icarus looked to the younger man and frowned.

"There was a huge jail break this morning. They got out last night." And that was all he needed to say.

((Okay... *tries to sit and focus to post* I FEEL LIKE POO! biggrin ))

Terry wasn't sure how to react to the whole thing. One minute they're in a room, his friend undergoing a routine checkup, the next they have some crazy nurse working for them, Icarus' shop was on fire, and there was one HELL of a creepy guy standing in the doorway, delivering the news.

Apparently his name was Seth, and Icarus knew him. It made Terry momentarily wonder just what sort of people his friend had been hanging out with... And then he decided it really wasn't any of his business. At least Terry'd managed to avoid getting shot in the foot or too many other places while he'd been gone.

It then hit him that his precious motorcycle might very well be in danger. "Holy hell, Icarus we need to get down there."

"Not until I'm finished. And you two had best calm down. There's OBVIOUSLY nothing you can do about it, so shut up and take it. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a completely callous jerk, I have a bit of a heart somewhere." She stood from where she was, having just finished re-dressing Icarus' foot. "You guys can crash at my place if you need to. I'm not home much, so it won't be a big deal." She held up a finger, "But while you're there, it's 35% of anything you make."

Terry was unsure how to feel about THAT one.

He DID, however, turn his full attention to the little television that Karen had brought in. He swallowed a whimper at the sight of the building, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that perhaps made it out of the fire intact. The newscaster wasn't giving him much hope.

While the fact that a prison breakout meant little to nothing to Avalon, Terry was a bit more wary of the way Seth had mentioned it. And the look on Icarus' face was sign enough to start worrying. It didn't take a genius to put together that it was probably one of the "They" that had escaped that had started the fire.

Terry then gave an unexpected laugh and pointed towards Icarus. "Shitty time to have a hole in your foot, isn't it?"

It was about then that sounds of a very worried voice were carried through the hall, and it didn't take much to realize the voice belonged to an equally upset Zoe. Apparently, she'd seen the news this morning too.

Zoe stumbled into the hospital, nearly colliding with a wheelchair as she jumped to the side. As she jogged down the halls she felt sick, her stomach churned bitterly, wanting her to stop with the running for just a second. She had probably just ran five miles in such a short period of time. When Icarus came out into the hall she came to a slow stop just inches from him and took a deep breath. As she caught her breath she rubbed her forehead and looked over her shoulder as George came into view.

"I don't." She managed as she shook her head, trying to get rid of the spots in her vision. When George finally came behind her, he shoved a bottle at her and she took some pills, swallowing them down. "I mean...I don't WANT to be. But I wanted to make sure you were alright." She hated situations like these. She was probably the worst person to go to for advice or moral support for she hated confrontation and dealing with emotions. It was a major reason for the acts and mental blocks she always put up through out her childhood. Dealing with herself was hard enough, adding others on top of it was something else.

She took something out of her pocket and shoved it at Icarus rather quickly. "Here. I thought you'd like these. I had them for a few days actually..." She looked to the object in her hands, a small packet of candy cigarettes. "Or am I supposed to say something comforting?" She asked aloud and furrowed her brows. "I'm really sorry?" She said in a questioning manner before sighing loudly and glancing behind him to see Karen and a strange man. "Should I leave? It seems you have lots of company." What was she saying? Why couldn't she stay? Behind her George remained still, she could feel him like a rock.

"I think the smell of death is making me sick..." she muttered, though really it was the anxiety and worry that was doing it.

((I DUNNO. I couldn't think of what to put... :< She's so awkward... haha. ))

((OKAY! LAST ONE! I need to swiiiiiim and shiiiizzzzz))

When Zoe stumbled over to Icarus, Icarus almost felt as if he should put his arms out to catch her. She seemed so frantic. He laughed at her a little, a light hearted sound.

"You're a goof." He said of her and then: "RELAX, would ya?" He frowned down at the gift she had in her hands. Icarus quirked his mouth into a sideways smile. Lightly he took the gift into a hand and laughed. "Wow. Thanks." He laughed again. "I actually... really, thanks." He grinned at her. "These'll be great. Terry can call me gay instead. It'll be a nice break for him... and I always was a sucker for sweets." He gave her a half hug, being he could only do it with one arm anyway.

"What a punk." He said. "Of course you can stay... and..." he looked around her to George too. "If you want to." He raised his eyebrows expectantly. "You're the man with the drugs after all... never know when she might need something." He joked.

Icarus then hobbled back in to quirk an eyebrow at Avalon. "Ah ha... she has me all figured out." He said of her. "She KNOWS me, Terry." He said with a laugh in his voice, but it was kind. "NUMBER?" He perked up. It was then he took his place back on the examination table. "Ooooh... I hurt... yes, yes I do... I hurt. Maybe you should give me YOUR number so I can call about any problems... you know... since we should work together?"

Seth, when Terry addressed him, just stared at him. He raised his eyebrows.

Icarus laughed. "You need to be a little more specific... he's not really... er... a talker."

Seth nodded his head still watching Terry. He was eerily calculating. He might have thrown a look at the newcomers once, but he seemed mostly interested in Terry right now... like a cat interested in a mouse with a broken leg.

((OKAY. CRAPPY POST... BUT THERE WAS A LOT GOING ON. OKAY.))

((LULZ JEALOUS. POST TIME. GUH!))

Terry just rolled his eyes at Icarus' gay statement, mostly because he was distracted by the creepiness that was Seth.

Avalon, on the other hand, was shaking her head and trying not to laugh at Icarus. "Yes, Icarus, NUMBER." She raised a thin eyebrow at his trying to get hers, and as she scribbled it down on a piece of paper, she had to give a laugh, "That was THE worst try I have ever heard to get my digits. You're a lucky little punk, you know that?"

Frowning, Terry looked at Seth, trying not to break eye contact. It was hard. He was FREAKY. "Like Zoe said... The prison break. What does that have to do with Icarus?"

((haha that is sad. OH WELL. GO RP GO?))

((...so does this mean we're getting a divorce?!?!?!?! HOW DARE YOU! I KEEL YOU. And I dunno what to post guys...but I figured I should before I leave to Cali.))


Zoe watched Seth curiously as he spoke, already understanding what he was trying to tell Terry. When he finished she glanced at George who was glaring at nothing in particular and leaned in to Zoe's ear. "We need to get out of here. Having two targets in one place makes it easier."

"What? No!" Zoe said bitterly and looked defiantly up at George who looked grim as he motioned outside to talk privately. "Excuse us." She grumbled angrily and followed George outside.

"What do you mean no? It's obvious. You're in danger. Those people want you dead, they'll want revenge, just as much as they'll want...that guy..." he didn't want to say Icarus's name. "If you two are together it makes it easier to get either one of you. I'm not just saving your a**, but his too."

"No. This isn't what this is about. At least not all it is. You're angry at me, at them. You're just wanting your own satisfaction by getting what you want. I KNOW you George Castillo. I KNOW you. You're always trying to get your way and only looking out for me and yourself. What about everyone else? Or has being a lawyer made you forget about that? Or have you never thought of anyone else?" She glared at him and was about to go inside when he snatched her shoulder, not hard, but enough to hold her back.

"Don't be a stupid b***h." He said, voice low and dangerous. She looked straight into his eyes, her own fired up. "I don't care about you two, or his friends, I care about you, and I'll be DAMNED if I let that...that...guy...ruin your life. If you know what's good for you you'll stay away. At least until this blows over. You know, Zoey, you KNOW it's the right thing to do. I may be a lawyer, but I'm not THAT much of a p***k to make you do something stupid."

"Only a big p***k, not a total one." She said, eying him. He nodded slowly and let go. She remained in her place, glancing at the door in frustration. "But...what if...something happens..."

"You'd rather have two people killed instead of one? Anyways. He's got everyone else there. Not like he's completely alone...though he probably shoul-"

"Oh stop. Don't go any further or I will kick you in the balls." She then turned away and walked down the hall, past the door, staring at her feet. They had to...George was right. It made them just easier targets staying together. "Fine...you're right. Happy?" She then walked back into the room and looked to Icarus, eyes upset and her mouth in a firm frown. "I have to go." She muttered quickly and walked out, George gave a sigh and nodded again.

"You're doing the right thing."

"Just for now. The right thing...for now."

((Lolz. You can still stop them if you want, or let them leave. It's up to you. ;D! I can deal either way. WHEEEE.))