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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 10:14:04 GMT -5
"So you wanna fall through it? Is there something there to catch you? Or are you just gonna stand to the side and watch it open? That would probably be safer. But cool! I'll do what you say, sure." Lilly waited in her spot, her finger hovering over the big red button.
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 19:32:34 GMT -5
"I'm just going to watch it. But yeah, there's one of those giant stunt mats down there, like the kind they use in the movies. Roger and I found the way down there freshman year, and we went snooping," Mark explained, walking out towards the trap door. He stood next to it and turned back to Lilly. "Go ahead."
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 19:47:53 GMT -5
Lilly jammed her finger on the button, jumping up and down to see if she could see it open. "Mark, did it work? I pushed the button; did it work? I can't see it from here!!!"
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 19:51:56 GMT -5
Mark couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at Lilly's enthusiasm. "No, Lils, it didn't open," he replied, pushing on it with his foot to see if it would budge. "Hold the button down, okay Lils? I'm going to see if I can get it to open," he called. He stomped down on the door as hard as he could, sighing when it didn't budge. He stood directly on top of it and began to jump up and down. It budged a little, so he jumped again.
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 19:53:27 GMT -5
Lilly pushed the button and squeezed her eyes tight shut. She only wanted to see it if it would open. It was really rather anti-climactic if it didn't open at all. With her eyes still closed, she called out to her brother. "MARK!? MARK, DID IT WORK?!"
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 19:59:52 GMT -5
Mark let out a very girly scream as the trapdoor finally gave way. He landed on his back on the mat. Mark sat up and started to stand up, but his ankle was hurting. Must have gotten it caught on the way down, he thought, shrugging it off. "Yeah, Lils, it worked," he called. He gently put weight onto his ankle, testing to see if there was any real damage. He winced at the pain, but at least it was holding his weight. Probably nothing too serious. He slowly began limping over towards the staircase that led back to stage level. The door was kept unlocked, mainly because everyone thought the trapdoor wouldn't work and the drama club used the space for storage.
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 20:01:54 GMT -5
Lilly ran over when she didn't see her brother anymore (and heard the scream). She peeked down into the trapdoor and didn't see him on the mat. "Mark? Mark, where are you? Are you okay?" She sat on the stage and hopped through the hole, finding her limping brother by the door. "Oh my gosh, Mark, what happened to your foot? Let me look at it."
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 20:15:20 GMT -5
"I'm okay, Lil. I'm coming back up," Mark called. He turned around when he heard her land on the mat. "You didn't have to come down here, Lil. It just scared me, that's all," Mark told her. He shook his head when she offered to look at his foot. "I'm fine. I can walk, so I'll be okay," he replied. He slowly started up the stairs, trying to hide the fact that he was still limping pretty badly.
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 20:18:09 GMT -5
"Don't you dare walk up those stairs, Mark. Stop right there or I'm calling mom. Just...stop. Let me look at your foot, okay?" Lilly walked closer and bent down at the bottom of the stairs. "And you can't walk. I saw you. Let me see it, Mark."
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 20:21:18 GMT -5
Mark sighed and turned around on the stairs, sitting down and extending his left leg so that Lilly could look at his foot. "I walked all the way over here, didn't I?" he asked, deciding to be a bit of a smartass for a moment. He winced as he untied his shoe, slowly pulling it off of his foot. He closed his eyes. "Sorry 'bout the smell," he joked, smiling at her.
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 20:24:01 GMT -5
"Whatever. I put up with your room, so I can put up with your feet." Lilly pulled his sock off as gently as she could, trying not to hurt him. Once it was off, she pushed up his pant leg so she could see his ankle better. "Oh my God, Mark, your ankle's purple. You're going to be my licensed driver. I am not letting you drive us home with an ankle like that. Thank the lord I still carry around my beginners' permit."
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 20:28:41 GMT -5
Mark winced as Lilly pulled off the sock. "I don't need my left foot to drive, Lil. Besides, I need to finish with the lights," he said. He picked up his sock and slowly began pulling it on again, trying to bend his ankle as little as possible. Then he picked up the shoe and did the same thing, until his shoe was finally back on and tied. He stood up. "C'mon help me finish this up. Then I'll let you drive my car, okay?" he asked, hoping that would be a suitable compromise for her.
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 20:47:15 GMT -5
"Don't put your shoes back on. Mark, take your shoes off. You cannot constrict your ankle like that. I had to learn this for dance one time so I remember how to do it. Mark, take the shoe OFF! Okay. I'll help you finish. And then I'm driving home." Lilly helped him up the stairs, one at a time.
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Post by markcohen on May 12, 2007 20:58:06 GMT -5
Mark sighed and took the shoe back off slowly. "Fine. But the sock stays on. I don't trust the janitors around here," he said, smiling at her. He sighed again and let her help him, leaning on her as they ascended the stairs. "Thanks, Lil," he said when they reached the top. "It won't take much longer. There are only a couple more switches left."
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Post by Lilly Cohen on May 12, 2007 21:09:16 GMT -5
"Okay. No problem. I don't really trust the janitors either. So you stay here. Just tell me which switches you need tested and I'll go work on them." Lilly helped him sit on the edge of the stage before taking a few steps backwards.
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