Who Knows Which is Which and Who is Who

[bingobangobongo]

[New Years came and the streets were filled with cheers as the clock rolled over into 1954. Most of Pittsburgh partied; most of Pittsburgh had the night off. Not Al Calavicci, though. He had traded the night off for Christmas, leaving his traveling companion, Kara, to celebrate on her own in the extremely small apartment they shared.]

[Eventually, the celebration died down to a dull roar. Since the holiday fell on a Friday, many people were looking at a long holiday weekend and the atmosphere outside showed it. There were still many people on the streets when Calavicci returned home at a quarter after three in the morning.]

[He was early. Far too early, which was troublesome enough, but he wasn't the least bit quiet, at all. Al stumbled haphazardly through the door, his keys dropping against the wood floor with a clatter. He left them.]

Kara! Kara, get up, we've got to go right -- right now. [Whether she was awake or not, Calavicci didn't know. He hadn't gotten to the light switch and he wasn't sure he wanted to. One of Kara's candles offered enough light for him to move around, and that was all that mattered.]

[In the near-darkness, he stumbled while his eyes adjusted, one arm cradled tightly against his side while the other shoved their clothes into his rucksack hurriedly.]

We don't have much time. [It came out strained as he compacted their belongings together awkwardly.] Someone's dead.

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[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere between 'right now' and 'dead,' Kara roused.] Hrugh? [Great response, Thrace. She rubbed her eyes and tried again.] Whatcha goin' on about, kid?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Didn't you hear me? Someone's dead and-- and they're gonna come lookin' for me. You gotta get up and we gotta go. [It's a bit more frantic than he's known for being. He doesn't even finish with all their clothes before he steps away and takes a shirt, wrapping it hastily around his cradled arm.] Grab what you can and head for the theater.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Kara scrambles out of bed, already stepping into her tattered trousers, grabbing what she can quickly.] Dead? What happ - are you hurt?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Yes. [He makes no bones about giving it to her straight, especially with time being of the essence.] Go! Just leave it an' go, quick as you can.

[Already, blood was soaking into the light fabric, but the young man pulls on his jacket over the wound with a mighty wince, and quickly wipes his hands on the darker fabric.] I'm coming now. [Which means they're leaving a lot of stuff behind. Still, better safe than dead, right?]