"Yeah, yeah," he answered Chel distractedly, dragged along by Shun even as he said as much.
The comment from Connor about getting blood on his shoes helped snap him back to reality. "It's nothing," Jack found himself saying, and they really weren't. Stinging, but not lethal. He still surreptitiously changed his stance nonetheless.
Presented before the detective, Jack immediately turned the camera over, the screen still on the last taken photo. Whether by training or sheer dumb luck, he'd held down the trigger and caught part of the ensuing escape almost frame by frame, some when the creature had been headed towards him (and subsequently clawed in passing) and some as it disappeared into the throng of panicked people. Jack hadn't had time to inspect any of them yet, but he had been jostled; for all he knew, nothing was presentable.
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have 2 go now but didn't want to gm getting The Perfect Shot or anything so uh.......make of it what seems feasible or ask chat? 8D;
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 11:50 am
"R-right...!" Rose exclaimed, pushing herself up and away from Dawson and Juniper. Once at a stand, she fumbled with what to do or where to go, quickly scooping up as many napkins from the sweets booth as she could; these would be better than nothing. Quickly handing them to Juniper, she said, "I'll look for something longer!"
From what she could see, Rose couldn't find any t-shirts at any booths or anything longer than a paper towel, eventually settling for a roll of them. Bringing them back to Juniper and Dawson, she knelt down and began gently patting the wound with a wad of towels.
"Y-you're going to be alright!"
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 11:52 am
He mattered to her, and that was huge right now, it was like throwing a line to someone drowning, and maybe in a way that was exactly how he felt. Cut adrift and everyone sinking and dying around him and their levels of importance to other people in his life like a spider-web that caught him up. So…even with a good slap upside the head, and a noogie under protest, he still pulled her into a tight hug when he was freed and murmured. “I’ll try… Too… too much in my head that’s all.” He assured her.
Blood? That was blood? Oh god, this was not happening. Rosie gripped her stall's table, as a million thoughts raced in her mind. What would happen to Louisa? She was just in the house, sleeping by herself. Was that real blood or a prank? Was someone injured? She only knew basic first aide.
Well, all the thoughts tumbled around briefly until a wave of bodies shoved her roughly into her stall. Obviously there would be panic. Rosie was momentarily dazed, her head pounding wildly. Carefully, she pushed herself up and rubbed at her forehead.
"Y-yeah... I.... I'm all right I think. Ay dios! Rabbit, your arm." Rosie frowned and grabbed a pocket knife from her pockets. An old swiss army, a gift from Papa years ago. She cut two long strips of the table cloth and walked over to Rabbit. Carefully, She wound them around the cuts. They were light, but that didn't mean ignoring them was the right idea.
"Someone died..." Solemly she spoke, eyes heavy with the realization, "Rabbit, did you see where that thing went? We should chase it." Chase it? Why? She had no fighting skills, no abilities what so-ever, but... Well if you wanted something done, you needed to do it yourself.
Jeremiah stepped closer to see the photographs. There wasn't a lot visible (a lot blurred because of all the movement; the fact there was some not was a testament to the camera Jack used) but it gave him a general idea of what they were looking for and there were, indeed, claws.
His face was back to carefully neutral.
"It helps," Jeremiah replied. "There's going to be a lot of paperwork after tonight and everyone involved is going to have to give statements." So. Much. Work. "However, I would appreciate if you would come by the department and see me."
A card was pulled out and offered to Jack.
His attention flicked back to Kuroda. "We're going to likely have to hunt this man down but we need to be prepared for civilians also being hidden in places around here. I'm not sure that the officers will manage to get everyone out and there's those that are critically injured that cannot be moved."
Where. Were. The. Paramedics? Where was Zac for that matter? And Autumn? Chris he thought he spotted.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 12:08 pm
Algie glanced up at Jeremiah when he felt a hand on his shoulder, then back down at Aleksy before he felt Jeremiah move slightly away.
His hand smoothed over the young man's forehead, soothing as much as he could with his power, but it was difficult to get close to the wound while someone was working on him.
All he could do was will the relief a bit more close to where it hurt and touch one of Aleksy's shoulders under his shredded shirt.
"I can't fix it.. Just help it not feel as terrible.." Aloud mostly, to Finn and Leila. He didn't want to say too much about abilities, not with the stranger there, but he was trying and he wanted them to know.
"Aleksy," Alg grunted and patted his cheek, hoping to rouse the injured young man while still ebbing the pain, "There's a bottle of that shite vodka you like waiting for you."
Though honestly a shot wouldn't be bad right now. Anyone got a shot? No?
Shun caught Jeremiah's hard gaze. He didn't say anything more on the matter, but instead just locked eyes for the moment. Moving aside to let Jack through, he glanced over the others immediate area, then scanned the crowds once more. He hoped that Jack was able to get something substantial to work with.
Once the other Detective had looked through everything, he grunted lowly. Yes... something like this was going to mean way more paperwork than he wanted to deal with. But that was later. For now there was more than plenty to be dealing with. He wanted to get started on the hunt right off the bat, but he stayed put for now. They needed to get organized, as Mercer stated.
"Understood. I saw... claws on his hands. I did not spot any other weapons on his person in the brief window I had seen him."
As bizarre as the claws were, they were dangerous enough as is, if all of this was any sort of indication. That didn't mean that he didn't have the potential to be even more dangerous.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 12:54 pm
"Chel really I am fine. Just a little blood. We should be more focused on going and getting the more injured people to safety right about now," Diana grumbled, pushing herself up to her feet. Her arm complained at the movement, but it was just going to have to suck it up. She didn't have time to sit around and be a damsel in distress.
"Love you dear, but no sitting out for me."
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He focused on breathing in time with the dull throb in his head, eventually upgrading from sleepy to nauseous. That's right. He remembered being knocked off of his feet with such force that he couldn't compensate, but he couldn't recall anything after that.
"Oh." He swallowed, then managed to push himself up onto his elbows. "Max Porter. The parole officer." He rubbed a hand across his face, avoiding the back of his head as if afraid of what he would find there. "Sorry. I just saw one of my... right before..." Very slowly, he sat up completely, finding it easier to lean forward, upper arms on his knees. "I'm fine, kind of. Thanks."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 1:08 pm
It was good that he managed to sat up and Chris was pleased to be given a name. "Max, okay. It's fine, I'm just glad you're up," He replied, hands sort of floating before he finally settled them on his knees. "Anything hurt, besides your head? I don't think you're bleeding anywhere but I'm going to guess you have a concussion."
He paused for a second, then said, "I can help you get up and to a chair maybe, if there's any around. Or to someone else, we have some nurses floating around..."
His voice trailed off as he managed to hear a rather shaky 'Mr.Watts' from somewhere. Shiloh, god Shiloh was still here.
"SHILOH! I'm over here! Are you okay?" Chris yelled, hoping to grab his attention. He didn't want to leave Max but he still wanted to direct Shiloh to somewhere.
Despite the ache that was throbbing in Rosie's pelvis and right hip, she still wanted to chase down whatever or whoever was responsible for all this mess. Whatever gumption she had was immediately halted when she heard someone, not far from where Rabbit and she stood... vomitting? Oi, that was disgusting! Immediately her nose wrinkled in disdain as she cast a glance around.
What she found was a man near a collapsed bookcase. Had he been hurt? Rosie looked momentarily caught between decisions, worrying her lower lip with her teeth as she bounced from one foot to another. On one hand, the killer/monster/person/whatever that had just ensued chaos was getting further away. On the OTHER hand, her mothering instinct was to go and make sure this dude was all right and not, you know, suffering from major internal injuries.
"Damn me and my stupidness." She muttered under her breath before speaking in louder voice, "Rabbit one second. Someone over there is hurt."
Rosie made her way to the man, gingerly picking her steps around books and --- eurgh --- puke. There were many perks to raising a rambunctious kid, including the higher immunity to vomit and other bodily fluids. "Oi... Oi!" She knelt carefully beside Hux and gently rubbed his back, "Sir? Are you all right? Can you stand? Let's get you away from this mess."
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Hey! Didn't see anyone interacting with you so here's a worried mama to make sure you're all right XD
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 1:22 pm
Thorne was about to help Alois with whatever the ******** he needed, but then Algie appeared and Finn was talking and there was vodka being mentioned and - damn it, all he wanted to do was make sure Aleksy was alright. Where were the paramedics? Thorne ran the logistics through his head and they still turned up as an aggravated jargon in an attempt to keep him calm.
And then he heard Shiloh.
Thorne turned, eyes wide. His breath caught in his throat and he turned back to Alois and the group attending Aleksy. His knees bit the floor and he gently pressed his fingers to Aleksy's good shoulder, eyes wild and concerned.
"Hey," he said, "stay awake for everyone, alright? You still owe me a lot of bitchy 2AM conversations, yeah?" He looked up at Alois, and there was steel in his tone. "Make sure he gets out safe. I have to - I think Shiloh's in trouble and I need to make sure he's alright too. And anyways - " His eyes flicked to Finn. "Three's a crowd, or something."
It was a weak attempt at easing Finn out of whatever mind game he might have fallen into. It was riddled with an unspoken message. Stay with him, stay with him, stay with him. Thorne was late to the party and useless to Aleksy just hovering like an obnoxious gnat. He'd have to swallow every instinct in him screaming stay. He'd have to come back later - when Aleksy was in the ******** hospital where he belonged - not here, not here -
Thorne pushed himself away from the crowd, his fingers ghosting over Leila's shoulder in an attempt at comfort before he was pushing through the crowd towards the sound of Shiloh's voice. It wasn't hard to find him - Thorne was tall, and the average height of the stampede around him pretty ******** small.
"Shiloh!" Thorne appeared in front of the other kid as fast as he could, bending so that they were eye level. "You're alright. You're alright?" There wasn't any blood on him, but it looked like he was on the verge of having a panic attack. Thorne placed one hand on the back of Shiloh's neck and gently pulled him forward, closer to his body and out of the way of people running, people screaming - everything in catastrophe.
"Hey, kid. It's alright, yeah? Look at me." Thorne was careful not to hold too tight, to make sure that Shiloh had an out if he needed it. But the protective, animal urge inside of him was baring its fangs, and damn if he would let anyone else get hurt before he hunted that ******** were down.
Looking at Shiloh, Thorne said, "We're going to get out of here. You're alright."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 1:26 pm
Chel frowned at Diana. She was clearly struggling and fighting through it. But then Chel thought about her own actions and realized she would have been doing the same thing.
"Alright," she conceded, wanting to grant Diana the ability to choose. She looked at the other two, particularly Jack who Connor said had an ailment. "And you? Either of you need t'be looked at?"
She looked back to Shun. "Take care of it my man. Call f'you need eyes." A paltry offering, but still help nonetheless. Claws, Christ. What were they dealing with?
This dress had cost a fortune, her sunglasses were cracked, and everyone around her was screaming.
This was no way to handle a crisis!
She was well aware that her childhood friend was yelling somewhere in the crowd, always two steps ahead of her down emotional drama alley, but Maeve had priorities. And her priorities were not dying and killing whoever had made her make the choice to ruin her dress in an effort to accomplish priority one.
The sound of shredding fabric was like nails on chalkboard to her, but Maeve McGuivered the s**t out of her own wounds with a few graceful swears and a lot of one handed ingenuity that came from raising toddlers in an environment that required a lot of hands-on work.
Once she was done, Maeve hissed a sound of morbid pleasure at her own work. She'd been slashed on her arm and side, and while the side was nothing she could fix immediately, her arm was another story. Maneuvering her shoulder gingerly, Maeve winced at the twinge of pain.
But hell, giving childbirth was a lot worse.
"Bentley," she said, and threw him her high heels, gesturing for him to give her the sandals she always brought in her purse just in case, "make sure none of my ******** wine spills. I'm going to need a drink after this."
Turning to the crowd, Maeve put her hands on her hips and glared. Now. Where the ******** was the b*****d who ruined her dress?
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 1:38 pm
And just like that, he was bandaged up. Rabbit barely had time to register what the woman was doing before she had done it and was moving on to the next claw-man victim within sight, a hairy, puking guy who looked way worse off than he himself was. He followed Rosie, though he wasn't quite sure what to do once he got there. He was definitely no nursing MacGyver or anything.
