forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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//REALLY OMG

Anya shielded the girl, fumbling for a seatbelt release as she did so. With a click, Anya’s belt released, enabling her to fling herself over the daughter and keep her from injury.

(Lol. Yeah.)

The car slid into a lamp post, which fell across the hood. A loud crash resounded throughout the entire street.

Anya was flung against the seat in front of her, which happened to be Spencer’s. She groaned. “Ow.”

The other car drove away, seemingly done with its job.

Spencer put a hand to his head, feeling a headache starting to come on. The lamp had managed to hit him in the head through the roof of the van.

"Is everyone okay?" he groaned, unable to turn around at the moment.

“Mhmmm,” Anya mumbled, clutching her stomach. “I’m-“ she inhaled sharply “-fine.”

Spencer bit back another groan. "You don't sound fine," he argued. "What about the others? I can't see them."

(Making up a name here) “Jemma? Are… are you… okay?” Anya asked the president’s daughter. “Sir? How-“ she paused for breath “-about you?”

(Yeah, "making up a name". Lol.)

"I'm scared! And my legs hurt," the girl complained.

The president reached over to hold his daughter's hand. "It'll be okay, sweetheart. We'll get out of here all right," he assured her before replying to Anya. "I'm fine. A little shaken up, but I'll get over it."

“Good.” Anya smiled weakly. “Sp- Noah? Are we…. where are we?”

Spencer opened his tightly-shut eyes to look around. "Fifth Street and Quincy Avenue. There's a hotel across the street and a bar at the end of the block."

“We need to… to get out of DC. Keep… keep driving,” Anya instructed.

"I can't," Spencer growled. "The van is stuck under a lamp post."

“Ugh. And we… we can’t walk… we have the president, for… for crying out… out loud.” Anya smiled, but it was more of a grimace. “I think… my ribs… are broken…”

"Crap," Spencer whispered to himself. He would have laid his head against the steering wheel, but he couldn't get that far because of the lamp.

What were they supposed to do now? None of them could move, and Anya needed serious medical attention. Soon.

“Spencer?” In her daze, Anya had forgotten to use Spencer’s alias. “Can you… jumpstart… a car?”

"Yeah, kinda. You should stop talking, Leslie. It's only going to hurt you more," Spencer said, slightly stressing her pseudonym to remind her. Not that it really mattered, anyway. She'd already done it.

Anya cursed. “Right. Well, we are… are near a car park… I mean… I mean parking lot…”

Spencer narrowed his eyes. "I can't just leave you alone in here while I go get another vehicle," he argued, clutching at his head as a sudden, fierce headache started.

A cough coming from the back of the vehicle reminded him that there was one other person. Eliza offered to either stay with the van or go get a new car for them, to which Spencer silently had many objections. Rather than voicing them, he looked at Anya in the rearview mirror, his eyes questioning.

//gimme a sec

//gimme a sec

(Okie-dokie.)

“She can stay… here,” Anya said, a cough wracking her body and igniting sharp pain in her ribs. “You get… the car….”

(Crud, I forgot to post my response! So sorry!)

Spencer grimaced at her cough, then nodded. He looked over to the door and tried to open it, pushing out a few times. With a frown, he realized that the doors were still locked, so he unlocked them and tried again. This time, it opened.

"I will be back as soon as I can," he promised, stepping out of the car.

Anya nodded wordlessly. She was in pain, but she was loath to admit it.

//lol ur fine
NOTICE OF ABSENCE
I will not be on at all tomorrow or Wednesday. So if you need me…. idk.
Just FYI :)

(I know. I've seen it on two other RPs. Lol.)

Spencer hadn't looked at his hand since he'd taken it off of his head, but as he was heading toward the parking lot, he looked down. With another grimace, he saw blood covering his palm. He reached back up to gently touch his head, then brought his hand back down to see if his head was still bleeding and, if so, how much. There was a fair amount of blood, but it wasn't anything deadly serious. Well, he hoped it wasn't that bad, anyway…

//I’ll have to do this later I gtg sorry