015 - Backdated to Monday, Phone/Action

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup has just killed Ples. But not before getting shot. Running away from the horror of what he's done, Hiccup has found his way to a pay phone and is now making a rather distressed call.]

Um. Hi? I need. I need some help. I uh. Got shot. And it hurts. And I'm kind of. Bleeding. A lot?

A-and b-by the way Klaus is.

He's dead.

So is Ples Tibenoch.

I um.

Thought you should. Probably know? I know a lot of people are dying and being killed and I'm sorry I just can't... no one cares, do they. It's okay I just. I'm just going to sit in this phone booth and hope I don't pass out or something? It'd be great to get some help but I know...

[...no one cares about me. That's the way he wants to finish the sentence. His greatest fear is complete rejection after all, and the consequence for not killing his target is the absolute conviction that no one really cares about him.]

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[thinkwportals.livejournal.com]

[worstvikingever]

[At this point Hiccup is sitting in the phone booth, ineffectively holding the wound to try to keep it from bleeding. He's blankly staring out straight ahead of him, trying very hard not to think about what just happened.

When Chell shows up, he doesn't even see her. He's just. Kind of spaced out.]

[thinkwportals.livejournal.com]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[WHAT. When will this stuff end? Well Quinn's not going to leave him there.]

Jesus. Hiccup, what phonebooth? What corner? I'll be there A.S.A.P.

[worstvikingever]

I dunno which corner.

[He's actually sounding kind of calm. Which. In retrospect might not be a good thing.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Then I'll have to find ya. Don't move. I'll, uh, grab the car. Okay?

[warriorscoffee.livejournal.com]

Who killed him?

[worstvikingever]

Ples. He's dead now. So. Yeah.

[warriorscoffee.livejournal.com]

Who dared to kill him and take my right of vengeance?

[grand-theft-moe.livejournal.com]

Find something to staunch the bleeding with. If it's in an extremity, tie it off with whatever you have on hand. And above all, don't panic.

[worstvikingever]

Okay. I'll... try. Thanks.

Phone

[ex_seventh238]

[This isn't a voice that she's spoken to before. But it's the voice of a child.]

Can you tell me where you are? I can stop the bleeding and take care of your wounds.

[worstvikingever]

I don't. Really know where I am. It's a phone booth. I just. I dunno. All the streets look the same. It's a phone booth.

[ex_seventh238]

Can you set the phone aside --but don't hang up! for a moment, and take a quick look at the street sign on the closest corner? ...I do apologize for insisting, but please allow me help you. Your wounds need to be treated as soon as possible.

[bluefrompallet.livejournal.com]

B-Bleeding?!

Hiccup, where's the phone booth? I'll be there as soon as I can be!

[worstvikingever]

I don't know where it is. I saw it and just. Thought I'd call for help. I don't know.

[bluefrompallet.livejournal.com]

Where are you? Is there someone there to help you, Hiccup? Or coming?

[madeofstoic.livejournal.com]

[ Should he be surprised the Baron is dead? No, but it's still always odd. Imagine what it would be like back home, if they knew. Do they know?

But the problem now is a kid is bleeding, not that. ]

...Where are you?

[worstvikingever]

A phone booth. Dunno where it is. But. Chell is here. She's helping.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Where are you?

I'll be over as soon as I can.

[worstvikingever]

A phone booth. I'm not sure where. I can't. I wasn't paying attention.

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

Mr. Tibenoch is...?

[worstvikingever]

...dead. Yeah. I'm.

I'm so sorry.

[eldest-hatter.livejournal.com]

Hiccup? Where are you? I'll come and help.

[worstvikingever]

I'm. Not really sure. I just. Went to the first phone booth I saw. Chell's here though. She's helping best she can.