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Post by John Smith on Mar 7, 2009 0:50:10 GMT 1
I took a good look out the door. I had to admit. Seth had done a great job when the cameras had been removed. An act of pure brilliance. I could work in peace. Who was going to stop me? This school was pathetic. The students were living in the past. A past where the captain was powerful. Where the captain was capable of protecting them. Hah. The last, non-pathetified, part of the Unofficial-Varron-Invasion-Force was still alive and kicking the life out of everyone who got in the way. There were 7-8 students in here with me. They had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. I had broken their arms and legs so they couldn’t escape. Oh, and of course their jaw had been broken to bits. And I had enjoyed every second of crippling them. Their screams had only increased my sick pleasure. I never understood why villains in movies didn’t just do this. Rather than wasting good rope on tying them up. When my method is so effective. Each to their own taste. With a flick of my wrist I waved goodbye to the poor boys and the single girl. The last person they would see was me. With a twisted smile I left the room and locked the door behind me. I had stolen the set of keys from a teacher. And in case you’re wondering, then yeah. The teacher was in there with the other students. Stuffed in a closet in the best metal gear solid style. I was done here. The last of the three major charges had just been set. There were a lot of minor charges placed around the building. All placed great care so they would make as much noise as possible. The minor charges would go off approximately 5 seconds before the major ones obliterated the school. The students were going to spend their last 5 seconds being afraid. Very afraid. I loved how my sick mind worked. But I didn’t have the time to get a hard on because of my sick mind. I had to get away from the school so I wouldn’t be caught in the explosions. I would leave the school in a hurry. I grabbed the bike I had taken from Paragon and I made my way to a dorm building I had chosen earlier because of the perfect location. I could see Hircine perfectly, and I could see parts of Paragon. Enough to see if my bombs worked. I fished a beer out of the cooler I had left on the roof. Mmm. Nice and cool. Like a good beer should be. I looked down at my watch. Almost half past eleven. 3… 2… 1… I heard all the minor explosions at Hircine. It was hard to see exactly what was going on, but all students on campus fell to the ground covering their heads. Smart move. I had to turn away from the large explosion at Hircine. The light was blinding and the boom was deafening. It would be another 30 seconds before Paragon would explode too. I continued to drink my beer while savoring the sight. Some brave souls were already digging in the rubble. But their efforts would suddenly stop when another explosion could be heard. Paragon had responded to Hircine’s explosion. From my position, I could see a large ball of fire come up and large parts of the building was collapsing. Unfortunately smoke and other shit covered my vision. I finished my beer and ran towards Hircine. I would blend into the crowd who would be watching while rescue teams and police arrived.
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Post by Derek Grant on Mar 7, 2009 1:08:13 GMT 1
"Well..."
Little took Derek by surprise. But he had to admit, he did not see this one coming. Obviously pre to his arrival he had planned to take out the school, he just didn't expect to be beaten to it about two weeks after he arrived, or in such an...explosive way, literally.
"That's kinda disappointing.."
Derek felt fortunate, for the first time in many years, that he was sat outside the school at the time. He first small explosion knocked him off his feet. The second pushed him along a little. By the third he had cleared away.
Derek had only begun here. He had hardly met anyone. 'Moving again' he guessed. He watched the reams of panic stricken students flee from the black rubble and willowing ash-bowls. He could hear sirens echoing through the concrete jungle behind him. It was monstrous, yet magnificent. Derek had a unique opportunity. A school had just been smithered, and he was neutral. He hadn't met anyone, so he was not worried. He had a contempt for the majority of students of this school at first glance anyway.
So he sat. Watching the towering inferno collapse sullenly after being so determined to stay standing. It took a lot. The fire shine through his sunglasses, and he had to cringe slightly. He sat on the back rest of a bench, kicking his foot back and forth, trapped in a personal philosophy. The sirens were now closer. The only injury Derek sustained was a slight bruise on the knee. and a graze on his palm when he fell. He knew something as spectacular as this could not be casualty-less.
Then his mind wandered. First he was just admiring the spectacle of pulling a stunt like this off. He was sure the perpetrator was admiring it more.
Policemen and firemen started rushing to his left and right towards the wreckage and potential, but unlikely survivors.
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Victoria Alexander
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My life will be collateral and should be sufficient enough.
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Post by Victoria Alexander on Mar 7, 2009 2:59:46 GMT 1
~~Twenty Minutes Prior~~
"Thanks, I need a pickup. Seems I have a stock pile of papers on my desk with my name on them."
Victoria smiled at the guy behind the Starbucks counter. With her tea in hand she moved back onto the street. An early lunch was on her agenda so she could move right through her work without stopping. She was sure it would be announced soon what the school board had decided. She had worked hard and knew that it would show through in the end.
Taking her phone she dialed Damien's number as she made her way back to the school on foot. The sound of his voice mail picked up. She was disappointed, but of course he was probably in class. Closing her phone she shoved it back into her pocket. Taking a sip from her cup, causing her to flinch as the hot liquid burned her tongue.
"Fuck"
She cursed as she moved her tongue on the roof of her mouth to help soothe the pain. Turning the corner the school came into view. Everything seemed to be as it should nothing that would cause Victoria do think anything different.
~~~Currently~~~
Walking through the gates she waved at the security guy watching others enter. Going about her business as usual.
Suddenly a deafening sound and gush of energy passed through Victoria causing her to step back. Her eyes never leaving as debris sprung from the school. She couldn't move her eyes not as another booming sound came in a different direction.
Her cup dropped from her hand. Taking no notice as the hot liquid splashed on her legs and feet her eyes staring at the school in disbelief.
She dropped, collapsing to her knees her eyes never leaving the flames that erupted from within the school. The windows exploding from the searing heat, crumbling as if dust in the wind.
Words stumbled from her lips, her lips quivering.
"What is happening... What is going on... How can.. No not again. God No Not Again!!"
Tears filled her eyes and blurring her vision as debris fell around her. Things were supposed to be different. Things were supposed to be better.
How can it be..just like Varron...
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Keith Richards
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All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.
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Post by Keith Richards on Mar 9, 2009 20:59:09 GMT 1
Keith had withdrawn from both Paragon and Hircine and spent much of his time at homes of "friends" and in the city, spending some money on alcohol and the rest on company. He spent this time attempting to recover. Weeks of horrible sleep and obsessions so deep that his hands twitched when he was missing pieces of his twisted little picture of happiness.
But he abandoned that picture because he finally gained a sense of self long enough to realize how twisted he had become from what he imagined himself as. A good week with pleasurable company and alcohol helped refocus his mind and sooth the aches, most of which were self afflicted due to how deeply obsessed he really was.
Which is why he was so disappointed when he came from behind John just in time to see chaos finally realized and know that he had very little to do with it. Amusingly John had neglected his sunglasses, Keith was wearing a pair as well as having his hood over his forehead as he ducked his head forward, waiting for the initial burst of light to fade as he plucked a beer out of the cooler.
Keith knew where John would be simply because he understood the man. If he was going to plan, or watch, he would choose a place of safe distance where he could see the fire works before creating an alibi. For Keith it would be that he was returning for missed homework after leaving a lovely young woman at her apartment, much like he had over the course of the entire week.
Opening the beer didn't gain him much attention, both he and John were deafened by the blast for at least a few more seconds. While watching it was plain to see the outline of those who were already frantically trying to dig their friends out of the rubble while the flames still burned. Dust was just starting to drift down from the large cloud as he and John finished the beer, leaving Keith annoyed with the dust on his face and beer.
Sadly tossing his dust over the top of the roof Keith followed behind John, blending in to the mass of students and adults who were rushing to the scene. Human nature was odd, more of the crowd wanted to watch the spectacle than wanting to bust through the yellow and black tape to help the dead and dying.
It was a pathetic show of humanity really.
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Post by Nicky Lee Young on Mar 10, 2009 0:25:01 GMT 1
There were often days where Nicky had wished for the same old to be different. Today was a day like that. Most of the morning had proved to be same old, same old. How she had wished, over and over, that something exciting would happen. That soon changed though. As, for once, dealing with a normal boring day would have been better. For once, a slap to the face or a broken finger by her math teacher for flipping him the bird would have been enough punishment. For once, she wished that her wish never came true. It was true, that bloody saying: "Be careful what you wish for 'cause you just might get it". Maybe the Pussycat Dolls playing on the radio today had been a warning?
Her wish had come true alright, in the most horrifying shape.
She wasn't too sure what had happened moments ago. Or at least, she assumed it had been moments. At any rate, all she could really say for sure is that everything was dark and she couldn't seem to move. So, with not much left, she opened to mouth to speak, only to gasp and cough as she finally realized all the pressure on her chest. It felt like her lungs were being crushed. Abandoning speaking, Nicky laid still for a while, still confused about everything. Perhaps if she backtracked?
The images of the last few moments she remembered appeared like a dream. She was walking casually down the hall with her brother Lance, heading toward the front doors. She couldn't remember why they were heading there...but she remembered what they were talking about. They were planning out a new idea for a prank, bored as they were. Yesterday's prank had provided a few haw haws, but it hadn't been anything too original. Had it been satisfying? Absolutely. Green dye in a pack of blond girls' hairs was incredibly satisfying. To Nicky, it was mostly because of the things they'd say to her in the halls when she'd pass them by. Typical mean girls, really.
At any rate, there had been a loud noise then, and Nicky couldn't remember too much what it sounded like, but, she remembered Lance yelling at her and then boom. Here she was. In total darkness.
It was then Nicky finally realized that her eyes were closed. With quite a bit of force, she would pry them open, only to shut them again as dust or sand or whatever it was, fell into her eyes. Her eyes watered, but, there wasn't much that had gotten in, and Nicky slowly attempted to open them again. This time, she could sort of make out where she was. There was a lot of heavy-looking stuff piled up. Luck of the devil, two lockers forming a sort of tent over her had stopped the rubble from probably killing her. At the very top, there was a tiny source of light, which Nicky was fortunate for. A tiny little light source slash breathing hole.
Finally, she took notice to the form on top of her. Lance. She tried to move her arms again, but this time she felt pain. Best not do that again. So instead, she wiggled a bit, trying to wake him. When that alone didn't work, she attempted to speak, which ended up sounding more like loud croaking. There was still no response, however, and Nicky decided that he was passed out. She knew he wasn't dead. She could feel him breathing faintly on her, and as long as he didn't stop, she wasn't going to worry about it too much for now. What she WAS worried about was that he was bleeding from the head. Or the nose...or both.
They couldn't stay here. She didn't know what was going on outside of her "grave", but, it was getting hot in here and Lance needed to go to the hospital, stat. She also wasn't sure what she was breathing in, mixed up with the air, but she knew it made her feel like she had asthma. Or maybe that was because of Lance and all the other weight above her?
She cleared her throat a croaked out a "help" as best she could. As she went on, the louder she seemed to be able to yell. Hey eyes stayed fixed upon the small face-sized hole at the top, hoping to desperately see someone there. Someone who could find her. Someone who could get her and her brother out.
"H-Help! Please! I'm stuck in here! Hello!?"
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Post by Seth Calloway on Mar 10, 2009 1:07:55 GMT 1
Hircine's newest School Captain stood with the rest of the crowd, his formal attire making it a simple matter to pick him out, if one should choose to do so. With his new position, Seth had taken to dressing up much more often, for no other reason than the fact that he felt like it. On this day, however, his clothes were not the only things different about him.
For once, Seth wasn't smiling.
Minutes passed with the gang leader remaining silent and nearly motionless, his narrowed eyes focused entirely upon the smoking and burning school. It occured to him that he had been very fortunate to have decided to take the morning off, but this thought was buried by one simple fact; someone had blown up his school. It would be nearly impossible to find out who had set the explosion, as well, a fact that annoyed Seth greatly.
Nearly impossible... but not completely.
Without a word, Seth turned away from the school, walking along the perimeter established by the various emergency services that had arrived. The wounded were everywhere, students that had placed their faith in him to lead them in their darkest hour; an hour which had apparently been thrust quickly upon him this day. However, this was no time for rallying speeches, attempts at retribution, or anything of the sort. The most important thing, in this trying time, was simply to grieve.
But I'll find who did this. Sooner or later.
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Post by Alkaiser on Mar 10, 2009 6:38:19 GMT 1
(OOC: You know the drill...tell me if I did something wrong.)
His eyes opened to an orange blur. The blaze raged on, mere feet from his face. Alkaiser shook his head and finally recognized that blur as fire. It really was impossible to fade into the background in this place.
Alkaiser pushes against the warm tile floor, making his way to his feet in a stumble. Blood trickles from the top of his head. His fingers make their way to the tender spot, feeling a gash where the piece of rubble hit him. The hand that he sees in front of him is discolored with red and dirt.
Alkaiser had managed to let the captainship drift out of his fingers without any trouble. That didn't mean that things were going to get much easier at Hircine though. One of the first few days of the new administration saw a great tragedy. There were at least 30 bodies around Steve's feet. It was disgusting.
One moved. Steve stumbled to the downed boy. He screamed, but Barzahd couldn't hear himself or the boy. His ears rung loud. The boy spit at Steve's feet. Alkaiser didn't know what it meant, but he grabbed the kid by his collar and began to drag him. The boy didn't stop struggling for a moment.
It was then that Barzahd noticed that the boy was pointing, quite excitedly. Lockers? Was he worried about his stuff? But wait...something was moving. It was a small little flicker of movement from underneath the pile, but it seemed quite lively. Steve kicked the top row of lockers, but it didn't budge. He tried to lift the lockers, but his elbow buckled. Steve looked at the boy, who still seemed insistent. Barzahd shakes his head, spits out a shower of blood, and charges the lockers, shoulder first. The metal frames tumble with him to the ground. A boy passed out on top of a girl who was fidgeting frantically. She looked good enough to move on her own, once Barzahd dragged the other kid off of her. He shruged at her as his ears still bled, unable to hear in any capacity. The girl was free to follow, but he was not going to be able to carry more than the other one he was already dragging. Alkaiser grabs a collar on his original target and continues dragging him, leaving a small trail or smeared blood behind.
The main archway was ahead. It was raging with fire, clawing it's way out into the open air. As Barzahd studies, trying to find an exit, he notices motion from above him. A large light fixture detaches on one side, now swinging violently by only one chain. Barzahd drops into a crouch and covers his head, only to feel a great breeze blow past him.
He raises his gaze to see the dragged boy, crushed under the metal industrial fixture. The former captain drops onto his back, staring at the gruesome scene, not sure whether to feel relief or horror. He bites his lip until it bleeds, then tears form around his eyes. The roar that follows is filled with sheer agony. It fizzles into a weak heave. Soon the flames and sirens take control of the noise. Alkaiser slumps over and passes out, surrounded by flames, moments from freedom.
Freedom, it seems, is relative. He wasn't meant to escape.
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Evek
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They will make you cry once you discover them, the lies hidden behind that smile.
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Post by Evek on Mar 10, 2009 14:30:14 GMT 1
I am in pain. Half of my body is saturated with that single sensation. The urge to scream, I wouldn't be resisting it had it not been for the fact that my lungs exhausted themselves with that task a couple of minutes ago. My throat is burning; the air that's flowing in it is mixed with the taste of cooling ashes. My eyes - sorry, allow me to correct myself; it's hard getting used to such new realities when they occur so suddenly - my left eye is stinging every time it is exposed to the dusty world. Each time I press my weight on my right foot, a hiss escapes from my lips. I am barely conscious of my current state, and even less of my surroundings. Only one thought fills my head: getting out of here. The blurry images of collapsed walls, broken glass and twisted metal are the only bits and pieces of visual information I'm able to perceive, aside from the occasional limp, lifeless body, and the sound of dying flames and agonizing screams touch my ears, but don't feel like music.
How did this happen? Don't ask me now. My mind is much too clouded to remember.
For the first time in my life, I was the victim of somebody else's carefully orchestrated tragedy. A second thought enters the fray: revenge. Someone had beaten me at my game. Not only was it insulting, but it also was an enlightening experience. I didn't enjoy having a taste of my own medicine, but I knew that karma was making me reap what I had sown. I couldn't say the same for the rest of these students, though. Most of them were much too concerned with their self-preservation to willingly seek out the destruction of others, and some of them were actually decent people. They didn't deserve what those of my kind made them go through. It was fitting, I thought as I looked at a piece of a broken window, facing my reflection, that I had become deformed like I was. All this time I was a terrible being hiding behind a charming mask, preying upon the innocent and the blissful. Now that my facade was torn away by the force of flames, society could see me for what I truly was - just like that young girl that ran past me and threw at me a disgusted look before disappearing from my sight - a nightmarish fiend. I had never hated myself in my life, not until now, anyways. At the moment, I was disgusted with the creature that looked back at me. With a hideous grimace I smashed through the glass with my foot, holding back my tears as I took heavy breaths.
With the upper-right portion of my face nothing more than a mass of charred flesh and my right thigh dealing with a deep wound, I trudged toward the exit. Turning around the corner, I arrived at the main hall, the school's main entrance, its remnants anyways, greeting me at the end of it. Dragging myself across it, I slowly moved around the 100% rubble obstacles that obstructed my path, wondering how on earth a route that usually took eight seconds to go through in normal circumstances was taking me ten times as much time today.
And then I saw him, a downed man lying just before the exit's threshold.
I stopped. I closed my eye. I filled my lungs with that toxic air. I let out a sigh. I remembered why I loved tragedies. They brought out the best in humanity. Looking down at him, I couldn't believe his luck, or lack of it. He was just out of safety's reach, and his salvation depended on my altruism. It was up to me, a man who took pleasure in orchestrating the demise of my peers, to save this man's life. To think that it takes a calamity such as this one to make someone like me turn a new leaf. I opened my mouth to send a few words of comfort, but instead of the smooth, musical voice that I was accustomed to possessing coming out of it, a gruff, creaking noise emanated from it instead. "Attends, I'll get you out of here."
I bent down to grab the man by his collar with my right hand, but instead of feeling my fingers touch his clothes, the only sense that I stimulated was my hearing. The sound of cracking ashes greeted me. I looked at my hand, or what was left of it. It was a carbonated mass, nothing more. The floodgates opened as I used my left one to partially lift his body off the ground. My greatest asset, my virtuoso hand, was gone. My looks, my skills, my ideology, they were all swept away with a few pounds of explosives. I pulled the stranger silently to the exit as I exited the building, unconscious of the existence of my fellow survivors surrounding me.
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Post by Shuya Katsumoto on Mar 10, 2009 19:58:02 GMT 1
Shuya had been working on some of the most recent student transfer files at the time of the bombings. The first explosion was on the opposite side of the school, but it shook Shuya’s office as if a bomb had just exploded next to him. Before he could get to his feet a series of explosions followed the first and his rolling chair drove a few feet back before capsizing, throwing Shuya backwards of the chair. Perhaps it had been for the best, because the last explosion was close to his office and pieces of concrete wall started to drop to his side, the ceiling above him barely staying above him… All the paintings in his office had been torn down by the blasts and it seemed only a few items had remained on his desk. Most papers now covered Shuya as he slowly and painfully moved his hand to the top of his head…
‘Blood…’
His map containing all the student files had been blown onto his head with a great force, pieces of wall following suit. It was a miracle he hadn’t passed out, but the adrenaline rushing through his body kept him alert. Gritting his teeth in pain and agony, Shuya tried to stand up and to his great surprise managed to do so easily. It seemed his legs had been spared but now his blood was streaming down his hair and onto his forehead. He walked over to the drawers but soon realized that they too had been torn out of the desk and were scattered across the room. He picked up a pack of tissues lying on the ground and blew the dust of off them. Unpacking the tissue, he tried to clean his forehead as good as possible before he walked over to his vault which had remained in the exact same spot as it had been before the blast.
‘Hmph… at least the vault is more reliable than this building…’
Turning the little digits into the correct positions, Shuya opened the vault and took out the pistol he had stored there together with its ammo. Inserting the magazine into the gun, he took off the safety as he lowered his arm and kept his gun next to his leg. He had to give his door several kicks before it broke down… it had been damaged beyond repair anyway. Shuya walked through the hallway with great difficulty, large portions of concrete wall had been blown away and had crushed students against other walls or had simply dropped in the middle of the hall. At the end of the hall he could see fire burning, blocking the route to the east. Luckily for him, the wall to his right had been damaged so much that there in fact was a hole big enough for Shuya to slip through. As he crawled through the hole and dropped down into the grass he noticed most of the student body massively assembling at the court of the school, panicked, screaming and crying, carrying the wounded and dead students to safety or their final resting place…
‘Where’s Victoria… or better yet, where is the fucker who did this?’
It was only now that Shuya noticed the big cloud of smoke coming from several miles away.
‘Hmph… it seems they hit Paragon as well… I guess that rules out pointing fingers towards them… As far as I recall, the school board is quite fond of solving problems with a few bombings… it’s what’s they done to Varron in the first place… but of course it could be just some psychopath… damnit… Where to start?’
With his gun still in his right hand he walked over towards the crowd and moved through them. Sirens were already echoing across the streets as police, firemen and ambulances arrived at the scene. Shuya was licensed to carry an arm so even if one of the policemen addressed him about it, he had the rights to have one. The students wouldn’t even notice the gun probably, they were too busy with panicking or playing hero. Finally, Shuya noticed someone he could perhaps get more information from. Moving close to him, Shuya used his free hand to wipe off some of the dust from his suit. Finally he arrived in front of the student.
“Calloway… I doubt you have anything to do with this… but I’m sure you’re just as curious as I am to find out who’s behind this… any ideas?”
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Victoria Alexander
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My life will be collateral and should be sufficient enough.
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Post by Victoria Alexander on Mar 11, 2009 22:22:28 GMT 1
Victoria was never much for self pity even thou her past seemed filled to the brim of it. It was as if a bad cloud followed her. Moving from city to city from state to state along side of her just waiting to pour over her happiness should she find normalcy in her life.
It didn't take long before Victoria snapped out of her trance, being brought back into the reality of here and now, the tears running down her stricken face. She was being helped up by the security guard who seemed to pick her up off the ground and try to usher her away from the scene. Victoria shook his grip from her arm as she snapped at him that they should be helping. She would be damned if she didn’t help.
He tried to convince her but she was having none of it. She should have been in that building, she should have been buried along with those students.
Running towards the carnage she stumbled forward and fell to her knees. Debris and small particles of concrete embedded into her flesh as she looked back and found that her heel had broken off of her shoe. Victoria kicked it off along with the other, standing back on her bare feet, her knees scraped and dirty from the fall. She started to run again getting closer to the school, to the entrance that flooded out with injured students.
Suddenly arms caught her, she didn’t know who’s and didn’t care as she tried to get free. But the grasp was too much.
“Let me go, I have to help”
She screamed over and over reaching out her arms as if the school would come closer to her if she did so. The arms holding her back was too much and she was pushed back, crumbling to the ground as her eyes continued to take in the carnage.
She felt disorientated unable to do anything, worthless without a cause. To everyone else she was just a woman trying to get in the way but she wanted to help with every fiber of her being. She didn’t want a repeat of Varron’s performance. She didn’t want to see so many innocent students die.
Her eyes moved from the shambles of the school and onto those that surrounded behind a superficial barrier made by officials who were now arriving in numbers. Looking into the crowd and seeing dust and blood covered faces.
Rising to her feet she briskly walked over towards them. Scanning their faces, seeing who was there. Her heart pounding through her chest and ears. Seeing Shuya she made her way towards him. He was addressing a student. Taking herself up to him she was at a loss for words. As if she was trying to speak without a voice. She had to stop herself, take a breath and then try again.
“Shuya, who...I ...was just out for lunch and I come back....who’s could have done this, we had security, cameras...?”
It wasn’t as if he knew everything, course that remained to be seen. But he seemed more cool headed than Victoria or at least would appear so. It then dawned on her that he was bleeding from his forehead.
“Are you okay? Your bleeding.”
He was inside the building when it happened. What about their secretaries and the other staff and students. What about the other blasting sounds? Victoria’s mind swirled with questions that she was unsure that she could get answers at that moment.
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J.T.
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I'm What Willis Was Talkin Bout
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Post by J.T. on Mar 12, 2009 4:38:52 GMT 1
Joey Trueno walked the halls of Hircine, a green notebook clenched in one hand. He had become a complete loner this school year, a choice not many could afford to make in these dangerous conditions. It was a time of reformity for him. By spending so much time concentrating inwardly, he was able to mature into a man that was far beyond the misguided child he used to be not so long ago. He attributed every aspect of this change to Hircine. It was doubtful that he would have ever gotten better if he hadn't left Varron. His time there had polluted his mind and turned him into something scornful. But he was not that person anymore. In fact, he hated that person with every fiber of his being.
He trained a great deal in the time that he spent alone and was easily in the best shape of his life. Stronger, faster, more agile, but it was for no real purpose. His motivation wasn't anger or an aching desire for acknowledgment. It was to center him. It was now his way to feel at peace with the world and everybody in it. Just being capable of this peace would have not been possible without Hircine.
Hircine...the building that was falling apart around him.
He was about twenty yards away from one of the minor explosions. He was one of the very few students who were able to stay on their feet as the ground shook and cracked under them. For a moment he stood in shock as the spreading flames looked as though hell itself was coming to claim him. He turned the other direction and began to run just as the main bomb went off. The ceiling crumbled and everything went black.
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"Are you alive? C'mon kid get up!" came an unfamiliar masculine voice. Joey opened his eyes and could see a blurred image of a person calling to him. He couldn't make out what was being said as his ears were ringing tremendously. All he could remember was... And that's when the pain set in. The stranger seemed to have pulled most of the rubble off of him and he was laying on the ground, the fire still burning around them and it seemed only a few moments had passed while he was under. Joey had endured broken bones before and it seemed that he was without any crippling injuries for now, but he was certainly bruised up and they weren't out of the woods yet. He got to his feet as fast as he could, his disciplined mind not even considering the thought of wincing at the tremendous pain he was in. He could now see that it was a student who was helping him, albeit a stranger nonetheless. "I didn't help you so you can keel over now, let's go!" the boy said, leading Joey through the destroyed lower floor of the school which was now unrecognizable. The conflagrant upper levels were still collapsing around them as they ran toward a destroyed wall that showed sunlight on the other end. Joey's speed was greater than the boy's and it only took a few seconds for him to get through the walls and outside.
"We made it. Thank you." he mustered between gasps for breath, his body promising him an extremely painful recovery as he bent over to calm himself. Looking around, he realized that he was alone. The boy hadn't come out. Without hesitation, Joey ran back inside the school. It took only a moment for him to see the boy's mangled corpse stuck under a heap of rubble, a pool of blood gathering around his lifeless face. "It should have been me!" he yelled as he watched the fire come for the boy. All of his training and self-improvement could do nothing to change the horror of what was happening.
He forced himself to leave the scene while he still had a chance. There would be no time to bring the body along. From the outside, he watched the entire building collapse. Only miracles could save anyone who was left inside.
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He was now sitting on a bench outside of the school watching the rescue team do what little they could. A selfless student had died today, along with the monument that sculpted Joey Trueno into the respectable man he had become. His mind was too blurry to fit together any meaning in this, all he knew was that someone needed to pay for it. And pay they would.
(OOC- Pretty lucky that I checked up on my beloved first RP board at this time. How come we're knocking down the site's namesake? Boredom?)
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Post by Zeniro on Mar 12, 2009 18:44:33 GMT 1
The rumours were true...
Smoke billowed into what had otherwise been a cloudless sky, the thick black plume causing a forboding shadow across the school grounds. Zeniro's face was expressionless, a faint flicker of orange radiated from his eyes as they reflected the fire that raged on before him.
Around him was Chaos...fear and confusion choked the air almost as much as the heat and the smoke. Zeniro's eyes skimmed the gradually growing crowd. The wounded were being carried by the able bodied people were pulling together. Zeniro was surprised that even in the darkest times people would still pull together to help one and other. Old vendetta's forgotten as people pulled together to help those in need.
Zeniro's eyes focused on a victim of the blast, blood pooled from an open wound in their head. Zeniro inhaled slowly and he could have sworn he picked up the scent of blood in the air and something deep within him stirred. He offered a smile and pivoted on his heel, his boot clad feet crunching harshly into the concrete. His back turned on the past, he began to walk away from the scene.
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Post by Seth Calloway on Mar 13, 2009 0:43:34 GMT 1
Still lost in his own thoughts, Seth barely noticed Shuya approach, only realizing that the older man was there when he had begun speaking. The student glanced up at the principal, noting his ragged appearance. There was no doubt that Katsumoto had been in the vicinity of the explosion when it went off, eliminating any suspiscions Seth may have had as to Shuya's involvement in Hircine's downfall. Nevertheless, Seth would glance at the weapon in the principal's hand; suspiscious, but nothing worth commenting over.
"Offhand, no. All I have at the moment is what you see around you, as well as my own suspiscions."
At the sight of the second co-principal approaching, Seth kept himself from elaborating. For all he knew, she blamed him for this incident, given her opposition to his initial claims to the captainship. As she spoke to Shuya, Seth would take the opportunity to go over what he knew, attempting to piece together anything that could help him discover who had destroyed his school. The fact that he hadn't heard anything of the attack beforehand, even in the form of a rumour, was disturbing, as Revelation was large enough to usually catch such an important fact. For the moment, Seth knew the first person he would need to meet with, the very woman who had been gathering information for him before. If Valencia had no knowledge of this attack, then it was likely the culprit acted alone, one more tidbit for Seth to file away in his meager pile of clues in his mind.
At Victoria's mention of the school's security and cameras, Seth couldn't help but smirk, knowing full well what had happened to those particular safeties.
"Those cameras were hardly failsafe, I'm afraid. They were getting in my way, but I suppose hindsight is twenty/twenty."
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Post by Shuya Katsumoto on Mar 16, 2009 21:51:34 GMT 1
Shuya noticed Seth’s glance at his sidearm but he didn’t feel the slightest need to elaborate on the subject. Even though Shuya had began his talk with Seth by saying he believed Seth had nothing to do with this, he still had his suspicions. The student was his calm self but it was clear to see he was somewhat confused about it as well… Once more Shuya noticed the resemblance between the two… no panicking, pure focus. Shuya was slightly disappointed however in the lack of real information Seth was willing to share with him. In the past, Shuya had been more than lenient with Seth and Seth in turn had shared information and contacts with Shuya, as well as behind the scenes support. The fact that Seth had become the new captain had initially been the first step towards making the school more the way Shuya had wanted… and now… it all lied in ruins. However, when he suddenly heard the voice of his colleague behind him, he was slightly relieved… he guess Seth had stopped speaking due to her appearing.
Before Shuya could answer any of the questions Victoria had fired upon him, Seth fortunately spoke up about the cameras. It saved Shuya the trouble of having to explain why he had even known about the cameras that hadn’t been functioning at all. When Victoria mentioned his injury he waved the formal worries of his colleague away as he used his sleeve to wipe the blood off of his forehead again.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing…”
When he noticed Victoria’s glance towards their office he guessed what she must’ve been thinking. With the same old stern look as ever he continued to speak.
“They weren’t there… I’ve had them send away as soon as you left… I had things I needed done and I had no need for noisy secretaries…”
In fact, Shuya had indeed send them away, but only because he wanted to do some serious business that was even supposed to be beyond the knowledge of his own secretary. Victoria’s secretary had given him a hard time when he had tried to send her away, but the fact that it was her husband’s birthday tomorrow finally got the better of her as she agreed that she could use the time to do some shopping. It had been for the best it seemed, since both of them should’ve been a large distance away from the vicinity.
“Whoever it was, Alexander, I think we need to focus on getting our students away from the premises… who knows, perhaps there are bombs hidden around the courtyard as well…”
In fact, Shuya was hoping Victoria would indeed fall back into her professional standards, meaning the student’s safety was her number one concern. If so, he would finally have time to talk to Seth more privately again… during his small talk with Alexander, his eyes had almost never left the captain wander off out of his sight… If Seth noticed something odd or out of place, Shuya would at least pick it up as well…
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Victoria Alexander
Dreamer
My life will be collateral and should be sufficient enough.
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Post by Victoria Alexander on Mar 17, 2009 22:19:04 GMT 1
Victoria eyes narrowed on the boy, she loathed Seth just for the simple fact that he thought he was better than anyone else. That he felt that he could just do whatever he wanted it was bad enough Tai Yang was supposed to waltz in her after the merge, if there was ever supposed to be a merge.
Those cameras were there for a reason. To stop something like this from happening. Victoria’s body tensed up with Seth’s words and it took a lot to restrain herself from saying anything. She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of playing with her. If she wanted anything, it was to ship him off to be someone else’s problem.
Being distracted from Seth. Shuya at least, even if she didn’t like it, had done something good in sending the secretaries away. It was one less thing she had to worry about. His tone was more or less the same. Things didn’t seem to phase him. Or at least detour him from being cold and calculation. She knew he wanted to figure out what was going on just as much as she did. But he could at least act a little more human.
Turning away from them she stomped away. Clearly Shuya didn’t feel that Victoria wasn’t important enough to talk to since he had been very short with her. Just like him. She shouldn’t take offense, frankly she should be used to it by now.
Taking charge of herself Victoria started shouting some orders for someone in charge as she walked off. If she wasn’t allowed in there she would at least address those in charge to find out what’s going on. She may not have any cameras anymore but there were other ways. And those other ways recommended a phone call to New York. She was going to find the fucker responsible with or without help. Shuya can be inhuman all he wanted. She was effected and no matter how much she wanted to block out her emotion. She could never go down to his level to do so.
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Post by Nicky Lee Young on Mar 18, 2009 18:50:37 GMT 1
She wasn't going to wonder how this one boy with, well, bleeding ears apparently- had managed to get the rubble, the locker-tent and her brother off from her, but, Nicky was grateful for that. It was like she could suddenly breathe again, kind of like when you're underwater so long and then you pop up to the surface and gasp all the air you can get. Which is what she did to be honest. Her sudden jerk up had caused quite a bit of pain, but for the most part Nicky was undamaged. Well, so far. Her arms, which where scrapped and bruised and a little bleeding, weren't going to be much help. She frowned at this.
She frowned even more when Red (for the bloody ears, but, she supposed it worked for his hair too) decided to walk off, carrying some guy with him. She yelled out a loud "hey!" after him, but, apparently he couldn't hear. Damn it. While she knew she shoud be grateful for the fact that now she could actually TRY and escape, she was still pissed that her saviour did his job and ditched. Hurray! You're saved. Later. Any other time she would have understood that he too had been injured, he too had someone to carry, all that shabang. But because of the situation, she was blind to it all. All she saw, and really cared about, was her problems. Most of all, she cared about Lance's condition.
With a grunt, she would turn to her side, in an attempt to get to her knees before pushing herself up. She seemed alright so far on knee and foot, so, to make picking Lance up easier, she'd painfully swing his arms around her shoulder and force herself up to her feet as much as she could. Hey! She could do this!
Nevermind, she couldn't.
When she was about to take her first step, a strong sting ran up her legs, which caused her to jerk and cause a pain in her arms and she toppled over. Angry, she began to curse out phrases before looking at Lance with tears in her eyes. Tears of desperation, pain, and frustration. With the fire going on and then crap falling from above, she was beginning to worry that even if she was "saved", she would die anyway. "This'd be easier if you were fuckin' AWAKE Lance!" she told him angrily, mostly because she knew he couldn't talk back. Swearing made her feel better.
Bringing herself to her knees, Nicky would start her journey out again, crawling out this time with her brother (both taller and heavier than her) hitching a ride on her back. She was no longer concious of anything around her. She did not see the fire, nor the falling rubble falling nearby, and she certainly no longer saw the corpses. She tuned out the sound of suffering, the students barely alive who would probably not survive even if they were saved. It was all she could do to survive. She knew she couldn't save anyone else, and, maybe she was starting to understand Red a bit better.
Approaching the exit, Nicky would be relieved to find rescuers come to her, picking both her and her brother, and rushing them out more quickly. She was feeling relieved. Relieved to be alive and out and safe and...
What about her other siblings?
Just as she thought that, Noey, Malik and Leona would run towards her, asking her a billion questions she couldn't understand. She looked at them with blurry vision and smiled before closing her eye. No more thinking. She needed to shut down. Wether she woke up in her own bed or the one at the hospital.
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