✾ [ nineteenth hit ]

[neverplays]

[ The screen snaps on to reveal the backs of theatre seats. They seem all but empty, except for ones occupied by the owner of the phone and the individual beside her. The tuft of brown hair and Rudy-like nose that peeks through the edge of the screen answers that question. ]

You take your little sensitive ass up there and let me in. Get out of the

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action;

[chessmastering]

[Mindy isn't the only one that undergoes a change in that moment; as she preoccupies herself with the blood running down her face, the boy sitting next to her is abruptly replaced by a young adult with a backpack at his feet and a pencil in his hand--fresh out of lecture, and now suddenly back in the City.

He blinks a minute, momentarily startled by the sudden change, and then his eyes flicker to the side--]

Mindy?

action;

[neverplays]

[ The change Rudy undergoes is lost on Mindy, too preoccupied with following the path of her wounds. One after another, they open, red spots soaking through her shirt in a haphazard portrait. A sharp cry forces through her locked jaw as puncture marks on her ankle re-open. ]

What kind of fucking curse is this? [ A sharp breath. ] Go find some gauze, Rudy. Go.

action;

[chessmastering]

[He doesn't need to be told twice. The disorientation abruptly disappears as he shifts his focus to the much more immediate problem--the state Mindy's in. With the speed of an Olympic sprinter, he hurdles up and over the theater seats, bolting down the hall as he calls back to memory the location of the nearest first-aid kit.]

action;

[neverplays]

[ See, Rudy, you never know when your unwanted skills will come in handy. As Rudy's away, Mindy finds herself slowly knocked in the head by her two recent injuries-- getting slammed into a desk table and shot out the window. The pain compounds, causing her to suddenly reel back then sink head first, across the chair beside her. She uses the arm of Rudy's seat as a head rest, pressing her forehead against the plastic as she takes deep, heavy breathes.

Goddammit. ]

audio ][

[worksmart]

Mindy? [In the brief flash of video the rush of blood all looks to be from the face.] Pinch your nose, just above your nostrils.

audio ][

[neverplays]

That's not gonna help.

[ Spoken quickly, indistinctly. ]

audio ][

[worksmart]

It's a start. Did you just take a knock?

audio ][ assuming this is taking place while rudy is away

[neverplays]

Yeah, Jackie Chan came through the movie screen and socked me in the face.

[ Still mumbling. ]

action;

[as_damaged]

[Sensible shoes are an advantage in times like these. Cameron's been running to get here as quickly as possible, and though she's a little winded she doesn't look likely to slow down until she finds Mindy. Maybe it's playing favorites, maybe that's a little unethical, but she can't help feeling a little responsible for the girl and if Mindy's in danger, she's going to do her damnedest to fix things.

This is probably why she's a little absent-minded and less polite than usual when she shoulders past the 'woman' in the baggy coat, though she does take the time to mutter as she goes,]

Sorry!

action;

[as_damaged]

[She stops short at that, turning on a heel to face the stranger, looking startled.]

I'm sorry, do I know you?

[Since he doesn't stop she starts again almost immediately, keeping pace.]