[He yells, his right leg buckling, his fingers digging deep into the faux-form on the treadmill's arms. Blood drips down his leg, but he ignores it, ignores the way he can feel blood slowly dripping and gathering into his shoe. That's a later problem.
Forty seconds, thirty . . . he'll keep himself upright through hell or high water.]
[Katy shrieks as she hits the ground, landing hard on her side. That hurts badly enough, but then she feels her skin sizzling and she scrambles back to her feet as quickly as she can to get away with it. She hasn't even felt the clawmarks on her throat yet.
At least that thing is gone, but fuck, her entire left side feels like it's on fire. She's shaking, but she bites hard on her lip to keep from crying over it. Nope, not today.
Can she get out of the shimmery bubble thing now please she is done with today and also—]
The treadmills jerk to a stop, and the remaining instructor collapses in an ungraceful heap. Just like the other instructor, it begins to convulse as it slowly dissolves into ashes... However, there is something different this time around. Since Haymitch is the closest, he will notice something blue and shiny poking out of the instructor's remains.
Katy will find that she's free to exit her section now, as well.]
[Oh, now she's noticed the marks in her throat. It's the blood she sees first, the trickles of red over her white shirt. Goddammit, this place is destroying her wardrobe, and that's a stupid thing to think when she's burnt all down one side and hey maybe her throat's cut too, it's hard to tell exactly how much damage has been done as her fingers move to inspect the marks.
[It is not, in fact, locked! they' have no problem exiting the room once they've reached the door. Once they're out, they'll have a scant few seconds to witness the room resetting itself before the door locks itself again.
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Forty seconds, thirty . . . he'll keep himself upright through hell or high water.]
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At least that thing is gone, but fuck, her entire left side feels like it's on fire. She's shaking, but she bites hard on her lip to keep from crying over it. Nope, not today.
Can she get out of the shimmery bubble thing now please she is done with today and also—]
Haymitch, are you okay?
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The treadmills jerk to a stop, and the remaining instructor collapses in an ungraceful heap. Just like the other instructor, it begins to convulse as it slowly dissolves into ashes... However, there is something different this time around. Since Haymitch is the closest, he will notice something blue and shiny poking out of the instructor's remains.
Katy will find that she's free to exit her section now, as well.]
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C'mon. C'mon, get to the door.
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[Oh, now she's noticed the marks in her throat. It's the blood she sees first, the trickles of red over her white shirt. Goddammit, this place is destroying her wardrobe, and that's a stupid thing to think when she's burnt all down one side and hey maybe her throat's cut too, it's hard to tell exactly how much damage has been done as her fingers move to inspect the marks.
Yeah just like give her a minute.]
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He takes it, puts it in his pocket, and goes over to Katy. His hand careful, he takes her unburnt arm, pulling her forward firmly.]
C'mon.
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What'd you pick up?
[He did pick something up, didn't he? She's only half paying attention. Walking hurts a fair bit given how burnt her leg is.]
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Bye bye.]