Annie Hargreeves (
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2021-07-17 11:49 am
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MHA #2 | Saturday, post-hole evacuation
Annie -- wearing her disheveled Starlight uniform with the top half shoved down around her waist, a men's bowling shirt, ripped tights and a pair of bowling shoes -- had basically run towards her apartment building as soon as Rey had touched Summer's ship down. It kind of felt great to be able to run outside again.
Part of her was a little disappointed (and confused?) as to why Diego hadn't been out there to meet them, considering she had absolutely no doubt that he'd been trying to get down to her. He'd been tenacious about figuring this out before she'd disappeared, and...like, she just didn't think he'd look less with her missing, you know?
And...okay, once she got to the apartment (after admittedly lingering in the sun a little bit), she found the door locked. Maybe he wasn't even home? But it wasn't like she'd kept great track of her keys when she'd fallen in that hole, either.
"Diego?" she yelled, beating on the door with an open palm. "I'm back!"
Like. She had kind of anticipated a more of a, like, welcome, during all of those hours she'd spent in that hole, if she was honest.
[for the flutternutter fan. ETA: not safe for work anymore.]
Part of her was a little disappointed (and confused?) as to why Diego hadn't been out there to meet them, considering she had absolutely no doubt that he'd been trying to get down to her. He'd been tenacious about figuring this out before she'd disappeared, and...like, she just didn't think he'd look less with her missing, you know?
And...okay, once she got to the apartment (after admittedly lingering in the sun a little bit), she found the door locked. Maybe he wasn't even home? But it wasn't like she'd kept great track of her keys when she'd fallen in that hole, either.
"Diego?" she yelled, beating on the door with an open palm. "I'm back!"
Like. She had kind of anticipated a more of a, like, welcome, during all of those hours she'd spent in that hole, if she was honest.
[for the flutternutter fan. ETA: not safe for work anymore.]

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He sat up, pushing away the remenants of the last sandwich Five had left him.
“You’re gonna have to open the door yourself,” he called. “Sorry!”
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"What?" Okay, so he was in there, but not opening the door? "Why? I don't have my keys and it's locked!"
At least he sounded...okay? Though, like, knowing Diego, that wasn't a guarantee that he wasn't just being all tough and stoic while laying on the floor with a broken leg or something. "Are you hurt?"
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"Are you --"
Oh. Well, that explained why he couldn't get to the door. And at least he didn't look...hurt?
"What the hell happened?" Annie asked, kicking the door shut(...ish) behind herself and hurrying over to where Diego was totally handcuffed to the goddamn radiator.
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Like, setting aside the fact that Diego had somehow been overpowered (?) by a thirteen year-old, there was a lot going on here. He'd clearly been here for awhile. There was something sticky (???) on his face. He was handcuffed to a radiator.
She was going to just tactfully ignore the bucket entirely.
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He held up the non-handcuffed hand to indicate there was more nonsense. "Steve broke me out on Tuesday which is why we need a new window and then Wednesday I threatened a raccoon with a bunch of people and on Thursday Five hunted me down with a tranq gun and locked me up again and I've been here ever since."
She had been better off in the hole, seriously.
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Like, Annie had mostly been bored in the hole, and totally needed a shower very badly, but he'd had a whole adventure. She was also now peering in at his handcuffed wrist in concern, since this all looked really uncomfortable, and she wasn't entirely sure how to free him. (At least, how to free him non-violently.)
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He looked down at his wrist. "I think you're going to have to break them."
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She reached out to take Diego's cuffed hand, just to make sure she had as much clearance as possible, and pressed her opposite hand against the chain. Another electrical surge went through all the lights and appliances as the cuffs neatly broke in the middle.
Granted, now the radiator had a scorch mark, and they were never going to get their security deposit back. Ever.
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Honestly, Diego smelled more like old marshmallows and coffee than anything super bad.
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It had been a week for both of them, clearly.
"I'm so glad you didn't end up down there," she said, hugging him tight. "Oh my God, it sucked so much. Like, I'm fine, but it was like -- okay, wait, did you say you threatened a raccoon? Rey said a raccoon was behind this whole thing."
Which meant Annie kind of hated raccoons, now. Shame.
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Annie had seriously never felt so, like...impotently dumb. Like, her whiteboard didn't have anything about this, and she didn't think that was her fault.
"What," she added, pulling back enough to reach her thumb up to gently wipe at his face, "has Five been feeding you?" Because there was a stickiness thing going on here. Candy, maybe? Peanut butter and candy?
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But also she had missed him intensely, and been worried underneath all that blacklit-bowling-led optimism, so she was going to be kind of clingy for a minute. Even if they were both totally disgusting, at the present moment.
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They kind of lived in each others' pockets as it was. Not even talking -- or texting, or sending pictures or emojis or whatever -- since Sunday had felt kind of awful.
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As was he, but Annie could just politely point out her own completely disgusting appearance, okay? Her hair was so gross. Don't even look at it.
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"We need to shower, immediately."
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Ugh, Five. She would be annoyed about having to break the door. And, naturally, that was when she noticed the window. "Steve did that?"
Maybe Steve knew how to fix things?
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He did feel kind of bad for Steve next time Five went up against him in paintball.
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"He what? Why?"
Dolores was a...mannequin? Unless she wasn't, now. It had been a long six days down there.
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You know what? He was going to not mention the whole blindfolding and tying Dolores up thing. Not when he was already getting weird looks.
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