[By this point Dustin's nearly forgotten that Sawyer exists, which is odd, because if he noticed that she stole his hammer then he'd be pissed for different reasons. This whole thing is a bit odd. Not that Dustin notices, mind. He just wants to get in that wall. He has to get in there. The noises, he hears them...]
[But naturally it's just him. In the vents there's only the spiders' tiny footprints in the thin layer of dust at the bottom. No sound or sight of them moving around in there now.]
[Dustin puts his full weight into the wall socket's frame.]
...piece...of... [He pauses to re-position his hand for a better angle before giving the metal another furious pull.] ...shit! [And then one of the fingers of his prosthetic snaps under the pressure. A bizarre phantom pain, like every nerve in his hand being pinched at the same time, spikes through what remains of his left arm.]Shit!
[This gets him to pull away for a few moments. But only a few. Face pale, metal hand crumpled and held to his chest, Dustin stares down the wall socket with a fury he hasn't felt in a long time, howls and thrusts his other hand through the gap between the frame and the wall. The exposed rough metal promptly tears the sleeve of his shirt and slices a line through his arm. Dustin doesn't seem to notice as he blindly, ferociously scrabbles about in the space behind.]
no subject
[But naturally it's just him. In the vents there's only the spiders' tiny footprints in the thin layer of dust at the bottom. No sound or sight of them moving around in there now.]
[Dustin puts his full weight into the wall socket's frame.]
...piece...of... [He pauses to re-position his hand for a better angle before giving the metal another furious pull.] ...shit! [And then one of the fingers of his prosthetic snaps under the pressure. A bizarre phantom pain, like every nerve in his hand being pinched at the same time, spikes through what remains of his left arm.] Shit!
[This gets him to pull away for a few moments. But only a few. Face pale, metal hand crumpled and held to his chest, Dustin stares down the wall socket with a fury he hasn't felt in a long time, howls and thrusts his other hand through the gap between the frame and the wall. The exposed rough metal promptly tears the sleeve of his shirt and slices a line through his arm. Dustin doesn't seem to notice as he blindly, ferociously scrabbles about in the space behind.]