pharmacy: (youre broken now)
Quentin Smith ([personal profile] pharmacy) wrote in [personal profile] finalboy 2022-10-07 07:35 pm (UTC)

[ Cheryl. The name is familiar as deja vu, and--after he recovers from the shock of the trapdoor banging ajar--her eyes evoke a face Quentin knows very well. Her brother. Her brother. ]

Ssshhhhhit-- [ He hangs up on Ash and scrambles to the fireplace for a poker. Imagine having the Entity drag your fucking little sister here. Imagine her dying because your friend couldn't get her out in time. Not a great look for a new survivor. Quentin skids to one knee next to the door and shoves the poker through the iron fixings for the chains. ] Hey, don't worry. I got you, Ash is right outside. Take it easy, can you--hold up, can you shove with me on the count of three?

[ His leverage and hers should be able to wrench this thing open. ] One--two--three--

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