(totally ok! I got my chemistry hack off a random internet post so I can't judge lol)
"If I'm a genius, you're the lucky one," Gus said. "I found me some vodka cause I heard it's good fer medicine, but I ain't been brave enough to try it yet." He tossed Jez a re-purposed steel canteen that sloshed promisingly. "That was vinegar I mixed with th' hydrogen peroxide, by the way. Makes acid or somethin'. Easy to find vinegar around since nobody knows what t'do with it anymore. So now what's your idea? Can I help?"
Elodie gave a snort, the sound coming from low in her throat.
She slapped Jesse's arm lightly.
"Shut up– im not that timid" she said laughing.
"And im not that kinky either" she added.
She exhaled slowly and sighed into the dark night sky.
Jez raises his eyebrows "wow I'm gonna remember that" he says, taking the canteen and taking the durag off his wrist "you got a lighter? Maybe we can make some sort of Molotov cocktail." He says, though it sounded more like a question than a statement or an idea of his.
He digs through his bag and pulls out an old glass bottle filled with clean water.
He cringes at himself as he dumps it out on the floor and pours the vodka into the bottle and stuffs the durag in the opening of the bottle, handing the canteen back to Gus
Jesse raises her thick eyebrows "right we'll see about that" she jokes, looking up and blowing smoke in her face before handing the cigarette back to Elodie. "You seem like a bottom" she chuckles, rolling onto her side, her elbow propping her head up as she now looked down at Elodie.
Gus quickly caught on to Jez's plan and pulled out a very battered lighter, which he had to flick several times before it made a spark. Leaning back, he held out the flame and touched it to the end of the cloth. It spread quickly.
By now, the screamer was flinging itself at the glass with no concern for its own safety. At that moment, there was a deafening crash and a huge chunk of the window fell away, leaving a hole that the screamer would surely fit through if it tried.
"Now or never," Gus yelled. "Chuck it an' run!"
Jez froze for a second, his mind not actually comprehending what he had to do.
He looks up at the screamer as it reaches its head out of the hole, glass cutting into his throat and its screams gurgling as if it were choking on blood. Which it probably was.
He takes the bottle
shit…I didn't think this through… he falls to the side a little as the screamer crashes through the window, its long body following after its head, obviously more than passed off.
Jez takes a breath and throws the flaming bottle towards it, lurching forward before its body catches on fire, turning into one big bluish orange flame.
It thrashes around as the heat devours its skin, black blood spilling from its thoat onto the carpet and burning through it to the tile.
He looks back at Gus as he scurries to his feet, grabbing his bags "we gotta get out of here" he says heading towards the exit, looking back at the monster seeing the carpet catch fire and the furniture around the boys.
Gus dashed after him, banjo twanging against his back, but he wouldn't be so easily chased off. "What about the loot they said they left upstairs? It could be real good. If we're quick we can run up 'n check—I know where th' fire escape is if we need it."
Jezariah whipped around, his chest throbbing and his eyes burning from the smoke as the creator thrashed around in all.the wrong directions, banging itself against the wall to put out the fire. Though not doing much to help itself.
He nods "okay let's go" he replies "you have any extra bags? I've only got one empty one" he says, throwing the one he did have outside so it wouldn't burn and he could pick it up when they got out.
"I got what y'see, but there's extra room," Gus replied, patting his single backpack as he hurried for the stairs. "Whatever's up there, it better be good!"
The smoke chased up after them quickly, but the fire itself took little longer to reach the stairs. It was possible to get a head start at they dashed down the hall in search of Room 23. When Gus reached the correct door, he found it unlocked and quickly burst inside. "Check the closet 'n bathroom, I'll do the drawers n' under th' bed."
Jez followed, panicking on the inside as he follows Gus, his hand on the railing on the way up.
He curves around to corner and into room 23, his eyes on Gus "right" he says rushing over to the closet, grabbing the handle and twisting it, swinging the door open.
His eyes scan the shelves, moving aside the ironing board to find cans of food such as chickpeas, soup and beans.
"We've got cans over here and a decent amount of room in this bag" he calls to Gus through coughs "what about you?" Jez asks, stuffing all he found in his bag, shutting the closet and heading towards the bathroom
(this tiny reply took me stupidly long to write, couldn't think of any more useful items that weren't bullets or something TvT)
"Nuthin' under th' bed," Gus replied, scrambling to his feet and making for the drawers under the shattered TV. "Well lookee here! A toolkit! Seems handy. Anythin' else, Jez?"
(That's alright! I totally understand! No worried ♡)
Jezariah pulls open the cabinets and drawers, only finding soaps, which he stuffed in the bag as well.
Ducking underneath the sink he gasped "hey Gus" he says, stepping out of the bathroom with a rifle in hand "got any bullets?" He asks with a smile and through tears due to the smoke, absolutely stoked to see a gun.
Gus lit up like it was Christmas sat the sight of the gun. "Sure do! Hey, now we match! I ain't got a whole ton of bullets left but we can split 'em until we find more." Reaching into an inner pocket of his coat, he produced a matchbox full of ammunition and tossed it over. "Okay, I guess if that's all then we'd better get movin'. Fire escape's out the door 'n at the end of th' hall."
Jez catches the bullets and shoved them in the duffle bag along with the gun.
He zips the bag up, the end of the rifle sticking out of her before slinging it over her shoulder. For a second he had forgotten that he was in a burning building with a rampaging monster inside of it.
He nods "right. Let's go" he says, holding the door open for Gus before making their way towards the exit.
Looking behind them as they ran, Gus saw that the stairwell leading down was completely engulfed in flame by now. A second later he heard a crash as the stair collapse under some great weight.
"I don't think that critter's quite dead yet," he yelled over the rumbling. "I sure hope the fire kills it!" He also devoutly hoped the fire wouldn't spread to nearby buildings, since they would never outrun it then and the blaze might stir up more monsters in the area.
Crashing through the emergency door, he found himself on a rickety metal staircase leading down. "Aright, here we go. Let's make tracks!"
Jezar8ah felt like he was going to get whiplash as his head whipped around towards any loud noise that was made, his mind going in circles.
The smoke engulfed his vision and burning tears filled his eyes as he tried to look around, finding Gus and making his way out the door with him.
"Oh come on" he says, tightening his grip on the bags strap before heading down it, his hand against the wall as if that would help.anything if the staircase gave out.
Soon he reaches the bottom, leaning over and putting his hands on his knees, gasping for air.
"This was insane" he huffs, his head tilted towards the floor and his eyes squeezed shut
Gus clapped Jez on the shoulder, his stinging eyes locked on the smoke now billowing from the lower windows. "I reckon it ain't–cough–ain't over yet, partner. We should put a couple streets between us 'n this hellhole and then relax, okay? And then we still gotta find a place to hunker down in before th' sun sets. You catchin' your breath a bit?"
Once Jezariah is done with his rough coughing fit, he nods "yeah. I gotta get my bag I threw out in the street in the front" he says though coughs
"Let" he pauses, accidentally taking in a deep breath of smoke and coughing
"Lets get the hell away from this place" he says, shutting the door behind him and looking up at the building.
"Okay maybe that wasn't the best idea…sorry" Jez apologizes
Me just going to get this done ^-^ (I should be BACK Thursday)
Name: Junifer (June) Ward
Age: 14
Gender: female
Sexuality: pan
Appearance: She has shoulder length black hair that she uses a bright red ribbon to keep it out of her face, she has red-brown eyes and semi-pale skin. She is 5'4 and wears a red and black flannel dress with leggings and combat boots, she has a greek style sword across her back as a weapon as well as a greek style bow with arrows. (she is old fashioned).
Personality: A very happy go lucky person who likes to bother people, she likes to watch things die. (not in a creepy way)
Likes: Talking, people, killing things. Greek things. Red and black.
Dislikes: assholes.
Background: She grew up with her grandmother when her mother abandoned her, after her grandmother died she stayed with her half brother on her fathers side, Devon. She has made a lot of friends over the years and has a lot of people she can trust.
"S'alright," Gus replied, trotting ahead of him around the side of the hotel. "I dunno how else we coulda beat that thing. At least we got some real good gear out of all that." He nodded at Jez's new weapon. "Y'ever used one before? I can teach you later if you need some pointers."
"S'alright," Gus replied, trotting ahead of him around the side of the hotel. "I dunno how else we coulda beat that thing. At least we got some real good gear out of all that." He nodded at Jez's new weapon. "Y'ever used one before? I can teach you later if you need some pointers."
Jez laughs "yeah I guess so" he says following Gus "uh no I only know how to use handguns. Pistols n such" he shrugs, reaching the front of the building and jogging out into the road and grabbing his other bag.
"this is getting a bit heavy…" He grumbles, though straightening up and clearing his throat.
"Watch I'm gonna have the lungs of a smoker after this" he jokes, looking up into the darker sky, the flames providing plenty of light for the boys. But also drawing way too much attention
(Putting this there for Hufflepuff when they get back since it's on the last page ^^)
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Elodie gave a snort, the sound coming from low in her throat.
She slapped Jesse's arm lightly.
"Shut up– im not that timid" she said laughing.
"And im not that kinky either" she added.
She exhaled slowly and sighed into the dark night sky.
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Jesse raises her thick eyebrows "right we'll see about that" she jokes, looking up and blowing smoke in her face before handing the cigarette back to Elodie. "You seem like a bottom" she chuckles, rolling onto her side, her elbow propping her head up as she now looked down at Elodie.
Gus grinned, his teeth flashing in the firelight. "Smoke sure does a number, don't it? I saw you give up some clean water fer that molotov back there. You can have some of mine once we're safe." He started off at a quick march down the street, head switching left and right to make sure nothing was about to attack them. "An' tomorrow I'll show the ropes of that rifle. It's not too diff'rent from a handgun really, jus' has more recoil and shoots farther. Great fer huntin' and scarin' things off. See any other monsters around yet? That ruckus musta woken 'em up."
"Thanks that'd be nice actually. I could use a drink" he says, shaking his head as they walked.
He went to the other side of the street to get away from the smoke "ive never done well with smoke in the first place-" he pauses "Well I know not many people do. I just….react terribly to it" he rolls his eyes.
Jez looks around, looking in any windows of the buildings or dark areas he wouldn't notice at first glance.
"I…I dont think so. My visions a bit blurry so I'm not the best lookout. But I don't see anything" he says with a sigh, reaching to his pocket for his durag but realizing he had used it for the Molotov.
darn….that was my favorite one…
"You think there's any grocery stores nearby? I don't know this town too well" he asks Gus
(guess who's coworker called in sick today and needed someone to cover for them TvT)
"I ain't familiar with it neither," Gus admitted. "I just got here a couple days ago. But I think there might be some stores jus' west of here, by the highway comin' in. Y'wanna swing over that way 'n check? Might be dusk by the time we get there, but I got a flashlight."
(Ugh that's the worst. I'm sorry :,(
Jez keeps his eyes on the sky, watching a bird fly overhead and out of his sight, the sky itself darkening by the minute.
"Yeah that'd be fine. Let's just hope we don't have to burn another building down" he jokes. Just then a beam fell with a loud snap, craching to the ground.
"Lets get going. I hate this place already" he shook his head, patting the duffle bag that hung from his side.
I got a gun out of this though. I hope I get used to them though…
(yeah, but at least it's just today. The other girl was technically supposed to work all weekend and monday but luckily other people filled in for her as well ^^)
"Sure thing." Gus led the way down a side street, cutting towards the fast-food and supermarket district that sat right next to the hotels. Soon the sound of the fire devouring the building faded behind them, but the thick smoke could probably be seen for miles.
"So….." Gus remembered Jez's remark from a moment ago. "Y'don't like smoke, huh? Is it one o' them lung problems? My big brother's kid has asthma, or somethin' like it. Is that your trouble too?"
Jez stops and looks down to the ground for a second, his throat burning with every breath he took.
"I was diagnosed with a lung disease a while back." He admits, starting to walk again.
"Uh hypersensitive pneumonitis. The doctors said it's pretty serious. I had only…what 7 years to live" he says with a shrug, trying not to.think about how long ago that was.
"Moral of the story though- my lungs are a little stupid sensitive to.chemicals and things like that. I dount the second hand smoke didn't help much either" he jokes
Gus slowed in surprise, his gaze swinging around to try and see Jez's expression through the lengthening shadows. "Shit," he said eventually. "That, uh…..that's gotta cut up your tune some. I mean—that can't be fun." He honestly wasn't sure how to react, which was an unfamiliar situation for him. Jez didn't seem too upset, but he would hate to act like he wasn't sympathetic. "You're so healthy-lookin', I never woulda guessed. There ain't nothin' you can do, not even t' slow it down?"
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