"The back door’s open. Grab people by the shirttail and drag them out.”
Lucas nodded, no questions asked, and started to grab shirttails, sleeves, belts, robes, sodden wigs (as he learnt with one suddenly ending up in his fingers) and started pushing them toward the back. It wasn't too difficult he realised, the fear of being gutted appearing to be quenched by the dousing from the ceiling, at least long enough to start showing sheep a direction to run.
He didn't know, or care, what had happened to the vamps he figured must have been there originally, but then not even the undead can hold back the flood of soggy, scared patrons that were being herded and shoved towards those doors.
Lucas threw a look over his shoulder as the crowd around him started to catch on, a crush looking imminent. He was trying to see where Goth had gone and tripped, going down hard on his elbow and receiving a kick in the head from a dirty gold stiletto.
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on 2013-11-09 08:15 am (UTC)Lucas nodded, no questions asked, and started to grab shirttails, sleeves, belts, robes, sodden wigs (as he learnt with one suddenly ending up in his fingers) and started pushing them toward the back. It wasn't too difficult he realised, the fear of being gutted appearing to be quenched by the dousing from the ceiling, at least long enough to start showing sheep a direction to run.
He didn't know, or care, what had happened to the vamps he figured must have been there originally, but then not even the undead can hold back the flood of soggy, scared patrons that were being herded and shoved towards those doors.
Lucas threw a look over his shoulder as the crowd around him started to catch on, a crush looking imminent. He was trying to see where Goth had gone and tripped, going down hard on his elbow and receiving a kick in the head from a dirty gold stiletto.