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 Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 11:23 pm
Thatch stood frozen. The smell of gunpowder stinging his nostrils. Bracing the gun with his other hand, he fired again. Bang! His eyes were frantic. Pull the trigger one more time. He did. Shaking, he took a step back. Another step, another step. Soon enough he spun around and darted back into the complex. He rushed through the hallways and kicked open his own door, grabbed a backpack and escaped through the back entrance.
"Aah!" A shot to his left shoulder. He knew this was going to happen... never really expected it though. A second shot... just left of his stomach. He fell to the ground cursing lowly and spat out a clump of blood. It started snowing.
((Ok, the next part depends on whether Abigail's apartment is the same as Emery's or something))
Adam clutched his side and writhed against the concrete. From the corner of his eye he saw a woman, more of a kid, "H-help," he pushed out a strained whisper. The adrenaline faded and he gripped his side, his jacket soaking with his own blood, "Help!"
((Gah... your writing puts mine to shame... I really shouldn't post at 12:30 AM))
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 11:51 pm
[[Holy guacamole! Newly pregnant, out of wedlock, and just witnessed someone getting shot. Ooh man, SIGN. ME. UP. Poor Abigail is going to need some mental treatment.]]
Bang!
Bang!
Abigail quickly snapped her head to the direction of the noise, her body jolting with each pop. It was...coming from her own complex? Human nature set in as she quickly rose her arms to shield her head. The loud shots snapped her out of her quiet musings about the contents withing her purse, jolted her to present time.
Too fast, too quick, Abigail frantically scanned the area. She didn't know what she was looking for. People in the streets ran, some screaming out of fear and confusion. Abigail was merely frozen in place, her bright eyes the only thing capable of moving.
"H-help," someone rasped in a pushed whisper.
"Wh-Wh...?" Words couldn't form on her tongue. She was stuck.
"Help!" the voice came again, this time with more urgency. Abigail quickly swallowed the lump in her throat and turned her head to the side; noticing a man writhed against the concrete. His jacket was quickly turning color: blood, her mind automatically plugged in.
Bile quickly rose into her mouth, Abigail blinked back tears as she pushed it back down, her throat running a blaze with fire.
Gasping, Abigail clumsily forced herself to move. Her shoes slipped on the newly wet concrete, almost threatening her to go toppling over. Making her way to the man, Abigail's lips parted once again with shock. She quickly fell to her knees, her shaking hands hovering over the man's body.
"Come on, come on," she was uncharacteristically speaking in a high voice, panicked with the situation at hand.
"I-I, I'm sorry!" She rasped out.
"I, um, I-" Abigail's wide eyes raked over the man's body once more, still in full-panic mode. "I'm Abigail!" She nearly screamed. "And, I-I'm going to call the police!"
Shouldering her purse off of her slender shoulder, Abigail dug through the contents until she grasped at her old flip phone. Her fingers clumsily pressed at '9-1-1' and she held the phone to her ear.
"J-just don't die!" She shrilled once again.
[[Mountains out of molehills, baby, gotta love those mountains.]]
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 2:50 pm
((Sorry guys, I've recently rediscovered my addiction to a certain MMO.))
Gunshots.
The sharp, loud sounds jolted Emery awake, hands and heart shivering. Gangs. It had to be. She jumped to her feet, knocking the chair she had been sitting on to the ground in her haste. She was about to just rush to the door, but she stopped and forced herself to breathe. Think. Think, dammit. You won't do any good running about like that... Forcing herself to breathe, she grabbed her first aid kit and pepper spray. As if it would be very useful.
Without even bothering to lock the door behind her, Emery launched herself down the narrow stairwell. Someone had been shot. And if somebody didn't get there fast enough, someone might die. She didn't see anyone else coming out.
Emery stumbled out the doors with her kit under her arm, panting raggedly. In the yellow glow of the streetlight, there was no mistaking the man on the ground.
"Adam?!" Emery forced out between gasps, staining her jeans as she knelt in the blood surrounding him. Then, "What the ******** just happened?" Even though she knew full well.
With clumsy, shaking hands, she pulled out the gauze in the first aid kit. Not enough. Emery cussed and pulled off her coat, pressing it to the gut wound to staunch the bleeding. "What the hell are you waiting for?!" she snapped to the other girl, shooting her a desperate glare. "Get a hold of yourself and help me out here!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 4:40 pm
Adam rolled onto his back with a painful groan, "I'll work on it," he muttered, now noticing Emery rushing in. Spectacular, "Just call it poetic justice," he added coughing up yet another wad of deep red bile. Within a few moments he did his best to sit up, a hand still clenching greedily at his side.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 5:14 pm
Emery pushed him back down again, growling in frustration. "Idiot! Don't move around so much!" She hissed, yanking his hand away and replacing her jacket on the stomach wound. "Sit still and shut up and you'll get through this! Do you want to die or something?!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 7:49 pm
Adam grumbled a bit as he laid back down, "Just get me an ambulance and I'll be fine," his voice was unusually calm and unstrained. "He just got my shoulder and side, I'll be okay as long as this thing doesn't get septic," he lifted his hand from the wound and blushed gushed out on cue, "Oh... that's not good," his vision began to blur slightly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 10:37 pm
Abigail watched in mute horror as blood continued to darken the man's clothing. With her cell-phone pressed to her ear, Abigail was completely at a loss for words.
"Adam?!" A woman's voice called out, obviously just as shocked as Abigail was. The man on the ground, presumably Adam, responded to the name.
"What the ******** just happened?" The woman demanded. Nude lips parted, Abigail blinked at the woman kneeling next to her and Adam. Although both seemed to know perfectly well what was going on, it was a shotgun question that danced in both of the women's minds.
'First Aid Kit?'
Suddenly Abigail felt like smacking herself in the face. She wasn't one to respond well in urgent situations; forgetting basic safety however was just elementary.
The woman quickly got to work; there was a definite air about her. She knew what she was doing, or at least it looked like it.
"What the hell are you waiting for?!" She snapped. "Get a hold of yourself and help me out here!"
Suddenly the phone connected to the other line.
"9-11, what is the emergency?" A soothing voice came from the speaker.
Abigail quickly swallowed the lump in her throat as she shot the woman an apologetic glance. "I-I'm sorry." She nearly sobbed.
"Ma'am, what is the emergency?"
"H-He's...Blood, I-, At the apartment!"
"Please, take a deep breath."
The mystery woman's voice next to her suddenly echoed through her mind. "Get a hold of yourself and help me out here!"
"She's right." Abigail breathed.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but who is right?" The dispatcher responded.
"I-nothing." Abigail watched as the woman continued to work with Adam, pushing him back down with a harsh lecture. He lifted his hand from one of the wounds, blood gushing once again.
"W-what are you doing to him?!" Abigail gasped at the woman. He still seemed to be bleeding. "C-can you just...just stop that?!" She motioned with her free hand to the blood seeping through the jacket.
"We need to know what is going on in order to send out the help you need." The voice calmly addressed Abigail once again.
'Breathe.'
"He, A-Adam, he was just shot."
"Is he in need of assistance?"
"He's bleeding! Everywhere!" Abigail shrilled into the mouth-piece.
"Three gun-shots were just called in several seconds ago; two dispatchers are on their way to investigate. Do you see any police officers around your current location?"
Abigail quickly twisted her head to the side, green eyes blinking around in frenzy.
'There!'
"Y-yes."
"I will send an ambulance to the same location. Please remain calm, help is on the way."
Click.
Abigail turned back to the woman and Adam. "I-I called for an ambulance." She blurted while snapping her phone closed. "They'll be here soon."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 6:24 am
Emery scoffed, rolling her eyes and pressing her jacket to the wound more firmly. "Oh, yeah. Right. You look just dandy. Listen, your --"
"Wh-What are you doing to him?!" She heard the hysterical woman gasp. "C-Can you just... just stop that?!" Emery groaned at the words. It took all of her self-control not to totally bite her head off.
"I'm doing all I can!" She snapped, gritting her teeth. Then, to herself, "I just hope it'll be enough..."
Emery noticed that the eyes of the wounded man beneath her were starting to get unfocused and swore. "Adam, don't you dare! Stay with me! The ambulance is on its way!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 6:12 pm
Adam rolled his eyes a bit, "I'm not going anywhere..."
Thatch jumped from the second story of the apartment and just kept running. Meanwhile pulling out a black bandanna and tying it around the lower half of his face. He cursed constantly as he darted through busy streets, "Cork... Calico," he muttered under his breath and sliding to a halt just under the elevated monorail that just that moment passed overhead. He slung his orange, industrial looking backpack to the side as he knocked on a large metal door attached to one of the pylons that supported the monorail. "Jake? Jake! Open up, it's Thatch!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 3:29 am
"Just checking. Better safe than sorry... You've lost a hell of a lot of blood..." Emery sighed. The nearby woman's panic was contagious. Still pressing on the wound, something came to her. "Hey, why did that guy go after just you? I'd have thought he'd have raided the lobby, if nothing else..."
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