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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 6:34 am Post subject: |
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Day 1. 8:37am. Jillien.
The shot rang in Jillien's ear like a clock chime; never ending. She had dropped the article in the chaos, as well as herself to the floor. Though, it was much slower for her than she had expected. She more of eased to the floor.
As she was waiting for her tea, she had been standing relatively close to the counter. She watched the cashier go down and quickely turned to the gunman, who was looking at the counter and not at her. Jillien didn't waste much time studying the gunman, not noticing that she knew him even. She quickly slid behind the side counter and over to the cashier.
She woman was staring at her, but not saying anything--Jillien held a finger to her lips to signify to the woman to be quiet anyway. Her eyes pleaded for help, but Jillien didn't really know what to do. Tears fell from the woman's hazel eyes. Jillien glanced up to the shelves beneath the cash register. One shelf of register paper, one shelf of miscellaneous gift cards, promotions, order pads. On the third shelf there was a bottle of windex and a roll of paper towels.
Jillien grabbed the towels and pressed them onto the woman's wound; the woman moaned slightly. Jillien shook her head and looked to her with pity. She knew it would not help. It would only be a few minutes before the poor girl was dead. |
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Day 1. 8:35. Josh
Josh listened carefully, making his way toward the sound of the guitar and tapping out the song's beat on his sax case. He found himself standing in front of a young woman a moment later, if he could call a woman a few years older than him 'young'.
She was good, she'd obviously made music her life. He began making his way over to her, giving her a quick look over as he did. Grey eyes, brown hair. A pretty woman, but not in ways most people would notice.
She flashed him a quick smile as she came to the end of her song, at which point he dropped a couple of coins into her case, also smiling, "Not bad."
"Thanks."
"Wanna grab a coffee?" He asked, grinning just a little. As much as he appeared relaxed, he was pretty nervous. First impressions were everything.
And then, only a moment before she could respond, a loud shot rang out from one of the coffee shops nearby. |
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| Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 7:15 pm Post subject: |
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Day 1, 8:35 AM. Prosper.
Prosper gave the boy in front of her a crooked grin--though she supposed she couldn't really call him a boy. He was quite a bit taller than her and well-built, but there was a certain anxiety about him that attracted her, made her long to feel him throw an arm around her shoulders and start cracking off-color jokes. He was carrying a saxophone case, she noted. It was always nice to get compliments from fellow musicians.
"Wanna grab a coffee?" he grinned at her.
Prosper raised her eyebrows, letting Ariel hang on her strap for the moment. It wasn't rare for her to get propositions, but most of them were from older businessmen--Johns, as she called them--who assumed that a reasonably attractive girl on a street corner would put out for thirty bucks. As if Prosper would charge. Occasionally she went home with the younger ones, the nervous ones, the shy ones--she liked them. The Students. She was staying with one of them right now, a freshman at Temple University named, ironically, Jack.
Still, there was something about the guy in front of her that came across as even more genuine than her easily-besotted lovers. For a few seconds she contemplated, then opened her mouth to agree, when she heard the sound of a gunshot. The glass windows between her and the cafe did little to muffle the sound, and she yelped and grabbed a handful of the Student's shirt, pulling him over to where the brick facade protected them.
"What the hell was that?" she murmured, glancing towards the cafe and then up to meet his green eyes. |
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| Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 2:06 pm Post subject: |
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Day 1, 8:37 AM. Caralena.
Cara's mind was buzzing when she saw the gun. There wasn't enough time to jump up and stop the guy though. She kicked the table up for a sheild if she needed it as several people ran out of the coffee shop screaming, but only the ones that were by the door got out. The others just stood stalk still. She growled inwardly, they were all stupid, stupid people. She looked around where she was for something to use as a weapon. She heard a moan from behind the counter, quiet, but her ears picked it up. The cashier was alive. She chewed her lip and grabbed hold of the leg of the table breaking it off as quiet as possible.
If she could just get behind the shooter and hit him over the head she would be able to tie him up and then help the cashier.
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| this was interesting but very confusing |
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| Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 3:55 am Post subject: |
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Day 1, 8:34 a.m. - Lamiaferox
Lamia steps to her immediate right when she enters the Starbucks, and leans against the small space of wall next to the door. She glances behind her shoulder and watches the man she stole the wallet from walk away. Grinning to herself, she flips the wallet open and begins to examine it's contents.
"Brian O'Henry?" she snickers lightly. "I stole from an Irishman, I wonder if that null and voids my chance at a pot of gold." she wonders aloud in a soft voice. She hears the annoying bell attached to the door to the coffee shop jingle. She looks up to see a guy a little shorter than her with longer black hair walk in. The first thing she notices are his skater shoes, which she immediately covets.
"Those would be nice..." she whispers unconsciously. She then contemplated all the wonderful things such shoes would allow her to do, while glaring at her own ratty sorry excuses for shoes, the only thing she had trouble stealing. Just as her mind had reached running along the walk at central park on a hot day without falling out of her shoes and burning her feet, she heard gasps. She looked up just in time to see the guy with the skater shoes shot the girl behind the counter.
"Holy Heaven!" she said loudly as she quickly flipped behind the corner she was practically leaning on. People ran out the doors, but all she could do was stand frozen with the wall half covering her. She wasn't sure what kept her their. She was scared out of her mind, and the only thing she really wanted to do was disappear.
She with an arm behind her back, she twisted a strand of her waist long golden hair. Somehow doing that kept her grounded in the present while she watched the situation. What she didn't see, because she was too busy watching the situation, was that her body became fainter in appearances, as if she were fading slightly. She faded in and out slowly as she twisted her hair again and again... |
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Day 1. 8:38am. Tiernan.
Gun! Oracle's silent cry jarred Tiernan from his thoughts, and he scanned the room instantly.
The second Tiernan saw the gun, admittedly too late to save the cashier, he sprang into motion. He couldn't risk exposure by casting a spell, so he leaped from his chair nimbly dodging the tables in front of him and crossing the room in the blink of an eye. He saw the other man, a lean, hard looking bastard, making a move and locked gazes with him for just an instant.
The gun went off, and the cashier fell to the ground. Tiernan saw the gunman turn to face him, swinging the gun around, and he knew he'd never reach him in time. But the other man would. He never thought he'd be killed by something as crude as a firearm--he always figured some rogue Banished would destroy him. But it was worth it to save these people. The gun was in his face suddenly, and he froze midstep. The gunman's finger tightened on the trigger and the hammer rose like an executioner's axe ready to fall.
Tiernan stared death in the eyes and smiled grimly at the irony of it all. He had spent the better part of two decades protecting the human race, and here he would be destroyed by it. He fingered one of the blades concealed in his wristband and wondered if he would be able to throw it with enough force to distract the gunman.
But he never got the chance--the other man, the one who had acted with him, got to the shooter first. |
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| Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 5:16 am Post subject: |
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Time: Day 1, 8:37AM; Erion
Erion’s fingers had been tapping away at the keyboard for a good half-hour and he seemed intently focused on his paper, but he was alert to what was happening around him. His eyes shifted to glance over the laptop as the man walked into the coffee shop. The slow, deliberate way he seemed to be moving instantly set off a red flag, but Erion continued observing.
And then there was a gun. A million thoughts pushed their way into Erion’s mind, but his reaction was almost instantaneous. Sharp grey eyes shifted to momentarily lock with the only other person who seemed capable of taking action in the room. He didn’t let his thoughts linger he was close enough and the man was distracted now. The element of surprise was with him as he focused his energy into a kick aimed to disarm the man. He felt the contact and seconds later heard the clash of metal against tile. He didn’t lose focus. A quick jab to the right pressure point caused the man to black out long enough for Erion to retrieve the gun and turn it on him.
“Wanna make sure he doesn’t have another one?”
The question was directed to the goth-looking guy that Erion had locked gazes with.
“And somebody else mind getting an ambulance here stat,” more of an order than a question. |
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| Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:24 am Post subject: |
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Day 1. 8:37. Josh
Josh felt himself get pulled against the wall, the busker reacting faster than him. He began to lean towards the edge of the glass, his curiosity overpowering any sense of self-preservation. She pulled him back away from it, "What the hell was that?"
"I think someone just shot someone in there."
"Don't try to look then, you'll just get yourself killed."
He stopped nodding. He could hear people scrambling around inside, no doubt most of them going for cover, though there was a lot more movement than people just going to ground. A second later, there was a thud, and a voice calling out, "And somebody else mind getting and ambulance here stat?"
"I think it's safe to go in now." |
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Day 1, 8:39 a.m. Lamiaferox
Lamia continued to twist her hair while the two young men attacked the shooter. The men moved at relatively the same time, but since one was further away, and more directly in the shooter's line of vision, he ended up staring down the barrel of the gun. The other young man ended up using some sort of karate on the shooter and knocking him out. Lamia's eyes could barely take in all that was happening.
Two men risked their lives, and she doubted they knew each other. The one man was dressed like a normal college student in a blue t-shirt and jeans, he had leaped up from behind a laptop, working on school stuff no doubt. The other man, was more alarming than the first. He wore all black clothes, had various chains hanging from his person, and his clothes, and he looked very intense, almost scary.
She then heard the college guy speak, something about making sure someone doesn't have something... then she heard the word ambulance. She quickly dug into the pocket containing two of her five cell phones. She grabbed one out and immediately pressed 911 and send. Quickly telling the woman what had happened and the address, she hung up in her nervousness. It didn't take long for her to hear the sirens.
"Oh my God, I'm an Idiot!" she practically yelled, "Police, shit police will come too..." she mumbled nervously. She stared scanning the room for a way out. |
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Whatever sense of urgency that had suddenly led James to try and escape suddenly dissipated entirely. The pain from the cut on his leg began to register and he staggered over toward a wall.
Leaning against the wall, he ripped of a wad of his patient's gown and strapped it over the nasty gash. He waved his hand vaguelly over it for a few moments,and when he removed the material, the wound was merely a pinkish scar.
He walked up to the security desk, snapping a look at his id. Despite the sunnies, he would never pass for this Doctor Nicholson. He went to bypass the desk and leave through the atrium.
"Excuse me doctor, I'll need to see your identification, there's been a breach."
James turned back toward him and waved his hand at the guard, "You don't need to see my identification."
*Trying to work out how to catch up with the coffee shop people* |
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OOC: You mean....besides the fact that someone just got *shot* and needs medical attention. Read the posts, yo. And Rubric...cute. Very cute. 
Day 1. 8:40am. Tiernan.
"Wanna make sure he doesn't have another one?"
Tiernan nodded curtly and stepped forward, patting the man down carefully.
"Listen, thanks for your help back there--saved my ass," he said
"You're welcome," he said with a nod. Tiernan finished his search at the shooter's left shoe, then stood back up and dusted himself off.
"Yeah, he's clean. I'm gonna go check on the cashier--you got this?"
The man nodded and jerked his head toward the counter. "Yeah, good idea."
"Cool. Hey, I'm Robert by the way--call me Bobby," Tiernan said, using his given name.
"Erion." Tiernan nodded and walked past him to get to the counter, hopping it much like one would jump over a low fence. He crouched down next to the cashier and the woman who had rushed to care for her, a cute little college student with curly brown hair and--
Tiernan saw the blood and realized it was far too late.
"...Damn," he whispered.
"...Couldn't do anything for her," the good samaritan murmured. Tiernan placed a hand on her shoulder carefully, and she flinched away. He saw the soft glow of her pendant under her clothes, an ever-changing pattern of every color imaginable.
"People die in wars," he said softly. "Sometimes even those with the power to save someone shouldn't, for the sake of others." She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes, for it was a take on the Watcher's dictum: "Preserve humanity, not people."
"You're--"
Tiernan smiled and shook his head, indicating she shouldn't say anymore.
"You're not alone," he said quietly. |
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Time: Day1, 8:40AM; Erion
Erion kept the gun trained on the crazed man. A brief look into his eyes and anyone could tell that this man was not sane.
“Listen, thanks for your help back there--saved my ass," this from the goth-looking guy.
"You're welcome," he said with a nod as the guy finished his search. His eyes never moved left the man in front of him.
"Yeah, he's clean. I'm gonna go check on the cashier--you got this?"
A quick jerk of his head indicated for the other guy to go, "Yeah, good idea."
"Cool. Hey, I'm Robert by the way--call me Bobby.”
"Erion." The response was quick, but not rushed. Then the man was gone.
Erion looked the shooter up and down for the third time. He was fidgety and nervous, probably paranoid. Erion was sure his mind was working through a way to escape. Whether it was true or not didn’t matter. He could hear the high-pitched whine of the sirens in the distance and knew it wouldn’t be long before they reached the cafe.
Then he felt it. The vibration could barely be detected but it was enough for him to instantly realize something wasn’t right.
“Outside.” The command had hardly left his lips when the explosion shook the entire building. Concrete, plaster, steel. It all began to crash down around them. Puffs of dust and smoke filled the air mixing with the screams. Erion heard a child whimpering near him and suddenly the man in front of him and the gun in his hand seemed insignificant.
Furniture from the apartments above came crashing down with ceiling. He winced as a desk landed on someone nearby. The small fires that had erupted were put out quickly by falling debris. A piece of shrapnel bit into Erion’s back as he threw himself in front of the young girl he’d heard whimpering earlier. Another lodged itself in his side, but he didn’t feel it.
As suddenly as it had started, everything went silent. |
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Time: Day1, 8:42AM; Cara
Cara was walking towards the others to see what she could do when the explosion hit. She was thrown back into a wall as a table rammed into her stomach. She gasped as the air was shoved from her body. She pushed the table off and she bent over in half and gasped. She looked around as she tried to get her breath back.
"H-help." A quiet voice from beside her sounded. She looked down and saw the figure of an older lady covered in debre. "M-my daughter, i-is she o-ok?"
"Yea, she is ok." Cara lied slowly sitting next to the lady pulling the debre away, ignoring the pain shooting through her own body. It was hard to talk, but she had forced herself to do so, she had been able to talk after having been beaten real bad in a fight. She could stand some smoke. She coughed violently as she tried to free the lady. Maybe smoke was harder then a fight, but she was going to help this lady. |
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