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Post by Tempest on Nov 15, 2011 21:17:56 GMT -5
Lucy followed Miller to the stairs and, preoccupied with the inherent danger of the situation, auto-piloted down them. Her bare feet splashed through the ankle-deep water covering the floor. Her mouth tightened. Of all the times to not have a cell phone or an instrument.
Her dark eyes darted around the room. She needed to think like a thug. Where would they check first? She muttered, "Near the exit, just in case." Not the one closest to the exit, but one that was tucked out of direct line-of-sight. Out of about 100-something containers in the large warehouse, what was the likelihood of being found?
A moment later and she nodded at a container that offered a straight line from the opening to the exit, but didn't face the exit directly. "That one?" Meanwhile, she was trying to come up with backup plans as well as keep an ear out for the sounds of pursuit. So far, options were minimal. Miller couldn't fight and her own power was inherently tied to the sound of her violin playing. An idle thought crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. It was unlikely to work and it would only be a temporary fix to their situation- and about as dangerous to pull off as it was not to do anything at all.
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Post by Redgrim on Nov 16, 2011 19:39:40 GMT -5
Miller was at the point that he could collapse from exhaustion at any moment, this could be told from his body language easily. He was slouching forwards and was leaning to his left side due to the blade on his arm. He wasn’t looking around as much as Lucy was due to the fact he kept his head lowered.
He weakly raised his head to view the storage container Lucy had suggested. At this point it didn’t really matter to him where they went as long as they away from the crooks and he wouldn’t have to move any more. “Sure...” He said with as much emotion as he could in his current state, which was close to none. He pushed himself forward as best as he could to reach the container knowing that he would be finished once he got there. He didn’t even put the factor of it being locked into his mind, he was just so relieved that he could finally rest.
One of the minions attempted to jump to the next building like the other two did, but was only able to grip onto the frame of the broken window with his fingers. The broken glass and splinters of wood started digging into his fingers as he tried to pull himself into the building. As the man climbed his way through the window he became more and more visible to the two if they were to look over, Miller did not.
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Post by Tempest on Nov 28, 2011 20:53:32 GMT -5
Lucy began leading Miller in the direction of the storage container, glancing behind only once... and she saw movement at the window. As she opened the container, she prayed that it wouldn't squeak or make any other noise. They were operating on blind luck now- something that had never favored her in the past.
Maybe Miller's presence would make things turn out differently. Luckily, the door's rusty facade didn't seem to have any bearing on its hinges, which moved silently. Since the last one was so successful, she sent up another prayer- this time, asking the Powers that Be to keep the intruders from spotting them.
When she climbed into the container behind Miller, her bare feet made scarcely a sound. They were left in pitch darkness when she closed the door behind them. Her heart started to beat faster- the act of hiding was so desperate that it tested her cool to an extreme. Blindly, she sought out Miller's wound and put pressure on it- if their situation weren't so dire, she would have torn her robe or the hem of her nightgown into strips. At the moment, though, she was terrified of the thought of being heard and found out.
She herself was beginning to succumb to her own blood loss. Not good. Her head dipped slightly and she was trying to gather her energy. If the bad guys found them, she would need to be awake to resort to her backup plan. Right now, it didn't look like either of them would be in any condition to run to the door.
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Post by Redgrim on Dec 1, 2011 20:26:23 GMT -5
When Miller got into the storage container he almost immediately tried to drop to the floor, but picked himself up before he hit the ground because he remembered that he had to be silent. He wasn’t aware of the man that was trying to climb into the building from the window, but he knew that if Lucy was trying to keep quiet he should as well. He gently placed his back against the container’s wall and slowly slid toward the floor until he reached it. His head almost instantly fell forwards as if he was eager to look at the floor.
He let Lucy take care of his wound, but even if he was against it he wouldn’t have done anything anyways. He just did not care he thought they would be safe within the storage unit and as of now all he cared about was resting. He was very laid back about this, which was odd considering he has a slight case of paranoia, it might be because he’s too tired to think about it.
The man at the window finally took one large swing and threw himself inside the building landing faced down. As he lifted himself up he took a good look around the building despite it being almost completely dark. He went back to the window and signaled the rest of them to come over. He slowly walked down the scaffolding and tried his best not to make any noise as he reached into his coat pocket for his gun.
Miller was out cold, if anything were to happen Lucy would be on her own. Unless she woke him up, but even then he wouldn’t be up for doing anything.
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Post by Tempest on Dec 7, 2011 22:24:27 GMT -5
Lucy made a valiant effort to stay awake, but to no avail. Her eyelashes fluttered down and she was out for the count. Her hands fell away from Miller's wound and she slumped against the side of the container.
Meanwhile, the man who had climbed in through the window pulled out a Glock 17 and surveyed the room with flat eyes. The sounds of the storm outside grew momentarily louder, then quiet again as his waterlogged companions entered through one of the ground level doors. Though it was dim, the emergency lights allowed the three to exchange signals and proceed silently.
Their shoes sloshed through the water covering the cement floor as they fanned out to search for their quarry. Unfortunately for Lucy's plan, the one searching closest to her exit of choice soon found their hiding spot. He nudged the slightly ajar door more open to verify his find, then allowed a smirk to curve his mouth. Two of his bullets had hit their mark- ending this would be easier than he had been led to believe. He aimed his gun at the boy. The girl was no threat compared to the wicked looking blade on the boy's arm.
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Post by Redgrim on Dec 12, 2011 20:29:54 GMT -5
Miller’s eyes began to slowly open as the voice in his head reminded him to never let his guard down. He never was able to get a good night sleep ever since he left the laboratory, he had never felt secure enough to sleep continuously for an hour. His bulging charcoal eyes began to reveal themselves as he looked around the storage unit trying to remember where he was and why he was there. It became clear to him as the memory was regained upon the first glance at the man with the gun who stood above him. Miller did not have the strength to fight the guy, he had to come up with an alternative strategy.
Miller assumed that Lucy was in the same condition that he was except she was probably still asleep. He didn’t want her to be an open target, so he flopped over her body and held himself above her in a small arc formation trying to protect her as much as possible without crushing her. His skin began to harden into a thick iron like substance, except for the part of his arm that the wound was on. He could keep this up for a long time without any effort put into it, as long as he was conscious he would be fine.
The bullets this man possessed would be incapable of penetrating through Miller’s skin. Miller did not plan ahead for this, for now this was his final attempt to defend himself, there was nothing left for him to do. His desperation for their rescue was never nearly as strong as it was now.
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Post by Insanity on Dec 16, 2011 0:02:27 GMT -5
Zeke wandered through the port, tailing a group of suspicious men as they themselves followed their own prey. He had no idea what they were up to or who they were following but that was irrelevant on school grounds. His hand on the pommel of his sword in order to move in silence. It was only a matter of time before commands rang throughout the port. These men had to be professionals, no doubt about it from the way each acted.
As stealthily as he could Zeke crept through the shadow, abruptly halting as a peon passed by. He slipped behind the man, slamming the pommel into the stranger's temple, knocking him unconscious. "Well, what do we have here? A costume for me? You shouldn't have." Zeke spoke to no one in particular. Now that he had acquired a disguise he was able to maneuver much better and had managed to close in on the "prey" without much trouble.
Zeke strode into the room, next to his would-be companion were he actually one of them. "Well, what do we have here?" Zeke spoke, recognizing Lucy and yet another student from the academy. "Just a couple of kids that have been giving us some grief. What do you w-..."[/b] The man cut short as Zeke repeated his earlier motion knocking him out cold.
Zeke lifted his cap ever so slightly, a grin on his face as he gazed upon Lucy and her companion. "Relax. I'm a friend of Lucy's. My name's Zeke." [/size]
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Post by Redgrim on Dec 17, 2011 13:16:10 GMT -5
Miller heard the sound of Zeke’s voice and recognized it from his ‘Mastering Your Power’ class. He couldn’t see anything in front of him due to his current position, so he assumed that the threat was rather dead or knocked out. His skin began to revert back to its normal state to allow him to move. He weakly began to raise himself up while using the wall to his right for support.
Once he got himself onto his feet, he again had his body slouching to the left because he was still too weak to carry his blade on his own, it was dragging on the ground. “I am forever grateful for this deed, Zeke” he replied. He dragged himself toward the entrance of the container watching his steps to avoid stepping on Lucy while his blade grinded against the metal box leaving the noise of ‘nails on a chalkboard’ behind it. He stopped at the boarder of where the floor and the container meet. “What exactly is the plan for our escape?” he asked in a whisper now being closer to Zeke.
He wasn’t sure how many lackeys there were left in the building, so he was unsure whether it would be safe to leave the storage unit just yet.
The man that was on the rafters saw a glimpse what looked like one of his allies knocking out another, whether he was a traitor or someone else in disguise didn’t matter to him. He aimed his pistol at the figure’s head and shot with the echo of it bouncing throughout the building. It was too dark for him to aim it accurately, but tried as best as he could.
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Post by Tempest on Jan 25, 2012 19:18:12 GMT -5
||For the sake of the board, the plot, and continuity, I will summarize the rest of this thread. Hopefully, I will do so in an acceptable manner.||
Suddenly, the cops arrived. The bore arms and just as many questions. Apparently, a concerned citizen had heard the latest shots and had made an anonymous call to the station. Since Miller and Lucy were not in the best condition, they were both rushed to the nearest hospital, then transferred to the school infirmary once they were deemed stable.
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