Daphne was still in Bay's bedroom, refolding shirts after digging through her sister's clothes to pick out something for her to change into. She didn't hear the knocking, of course, didn't hear someone open her front door, but even in her distracted, stressed state, the smell of acrid smoke was finally noticed. "Oh, my god." she cried, dropping Bay's shirts back into the drawer and running back toward the kitchen, where the stove was ablaze and the surrounding cupboards were starting to catch fire, too. She instantly started coughing, her eyes stinging as the oily smoke got to them, making it difficult to see as she tried to spot the kitchen fire extinguisher she'd purchased and kept tucked back to one side of the stove. At this point, she might not be able to get to it.
She turned to make her way to the front door, hoping to find one in the hall. Most apartments kept fire extinguishers in the halls, right? She'd never noticed one, but then she'd never been looking for one. It was the type of thing that just kind of faded into the background until you needed it.
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2014-10-05 23:02 (UTC)She turned to make her way to the front door, hoping to find one in the hall. Most apartments kept fire extinguishers in the halls, right? She'd never noticed one, but then she'd never been looking for one. It was the type of thing that just kind of faded into the background until you needed it.