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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 5:11 pm
 Deyanira Zaboonski Strafe >> N E E R A
Sweat dripped down her cheek as her hands methodically swung, punched, and smashed the cold leather bag in front of her. Her punches quickened as her cold blue eyes filled her with determination as her own voice raced through her mind. "Don't touch him!" Resentment coursed through her, filling her every pore as every bit of the memory became more real. "Simon, run, get out of here I'll take care of these guys!" Her voice only got louder in her mind. "Fight me instead you cowards" She panted, starting to speak in sync with her own memory. Neera could feel her breath starting to quicken and her movements became more frenzied, her feet dancing in a practiced pattern as her mind betrayed her making her memory a reality as five figures rose around her
"Neera?" Someone was calling her, their voice fighting through the haze of memories and she started to lessen her pace. She blinked quickly, droplets of sweat falling from her eyelashes as she came to a stop. Shame filled her, her eyes closing on her own accord to calm herself down.
When she opened her eyes, the haze seemed to have dissipated and she was back in the gym, not the time nor place for one of her meltdowns. She flexed her clenched hands out, the wrap damp with sweat and a murky dark color hadn't come to the surface yet. She knew she was bleeding under the wrap but it was alright. She would get better, she always does.
She offered Kane a grim smile, her lips barely lifting up enough to classified as a smile. Feeling the failure to do so, she avoided eye contact from her training partner when his eyes filled with concern fell to her hands. "I need some fresh air." She announced abruptly, shoving her hands out of sight as she stormed out of the room.
The cool evening air clung to her skin--it felt nice. Neera ignored the increasing pain from her throbbing knuckles as the adrenaline wore off. She shook her head and reached for the wraps, pulling them off and dropping them into the street as she walked. She had just remembered that she left her backpack back at the gym. She decided this time should be okay--she'll be back for it in ten. "Luck" and "Key", her boxing gloves were back there--but she decided that it would be okay to leave for ten minutes.
Pushing the doors to the bar open, she felt her body relax a bit despite the fact looking quite out of place. "Such a useless social obligation" She reminded herself as she waltz complacently passed a group of unusually over-dressed patrons--almost trodding over a fancy black dress that hung across the floor. Neera looked even more so out of place, dressed in a sweaty black tank and cotton shorts with her hair in a frazzle.
"The usual Tim" The bartender's eyes twinkled for a moment and chuckled his dark skin and eyes filled with wrinkles. "Four orders of fish and chips, two medium rare burgers coming right up angel." He jovially added, "And three jugs of water for the little lady" . Playing little attention to the music surrounding her, Neera didn't hesitate to guzzle an entire pitcher in one sitting.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 4:55 pm
The band playing before him was enough to deafen Aali's phone, and encouraging enough to make him ignore it's vicious quaking in his right pant pocket. For just this moment, he was ready to ignore the many warnings he had over Zack Jr.'s promotion day to Agent Zack.
It was hard to see from the stage, they were in the spotlight. It was a burning sun blaring through the ceiling of glass. Zack was in the middle of it's beam, on a stage made of rose petals. There was a circle of light right beside him, and Aali knew that's where he was going to be. The music already put a skip in his step, and he yelled the lyric's of the band's song at the top of his lungs as he entered the stage. He 'sung' the song in sync to the band, having played it countless times over in his head now.
Aali had entered the bar from the backdoor, expecting.. Certain things, but having faced surprisingly little resistance, he eventually ended up backstage. The call of music at that point had been too alluring to resist. Something nagged at him though; he had not had a drink since dinner.
The Seer landed right beside Zack with a final leap, and enjoyed that strange sensation of public tomfoolery yet badass showmanship. Then, he turned to the figure beside him, with a smile. "Hey Zack, stop playing, I can do it for you! You need to get off the stage!" It would not work, he knew, but Aali was one to try and deny whatever was set in stone. Then his reality became torn, between enjoying what was going on now - the stage felt as though it floated off on a pedestal high above the rest of the bar - and a separate realm where the stage burned with muzzle flashes.
A quick tug, and the psychic pulled out his phone to stare at the screen. He saw himself bleeding from the nose, down on the floor. The time on his phone was... He checked his wristwatch, and to his misfortune he could see nothing. But he felt it, it was time. Aali's amusement turned to horror and his grin twisted into a scowl. His posture froze up mid-boogie, and he looked back. A looming darkness reached out to him from the wall.
No one was pulling him off the stage, because everyone backstage was held up at gunpoint. There was a flash of a boxer in his mind knocking the lights out of a man with horns and a flaming pitchfork, and then the pain happened. He landed amongst the nearest tables to the stage in a clatter of glasses and cutlery and drink, and stayed out of immediate view.~~~~~~~~~~KAPOW~~~~~~~~A balaclava-clad man knocked Aali in his face with the butt of an assault rifle, and made an attempt to shove Zack off the stage. His plan was to take over the mic, and front stage for a good shooting location. Two other men had come up with him, and they wrestled down the drummer as their first victim. One of them proceeded to hold Corry down at gunpoint, the other then threatened the rest of the band members not to move or they would be shot. A certain polygraph knew this to be a bluff, however. These men were not the killers of humans. Two additional units brought in the bouncers from outside. Immediately they beat him to the floor with clubs till he was motionless, a warning to the rest. These two proceeded to guard the primary way in and out of the bar, so that nobody crashed the party, or left too early. They had handguns at the waist, but continued to strain the handles of their black batons as they towered over the exit. Similar to their brethren, beside their guns they wore masks and protective vests, had grenades and night vision goggles; professional militant gear not easily obtained. The last of this group to show his face - in a manner of speaking, given that he wore a mask - was a man more particularly tricked out than the rest. A tall, slender man as much up in arms as the rest. He had a shotgun on his back and a pistol in hand. Grenades and knives at his belt. His bullet-proof vest had 'HUMAN' written on it in white. It had clearly written hurriedly messily on both back and front, with paint. He marched through the club from the back, and with a jangling easiness hoisted himself over the bar counter. There, he smacked the bartender across the face with the butt of his pistol when Tim tried to put up a fight. Public Enemy #1 had arrived, and took center stage as he raised his voice from underneath his hokey-mask. "PCI," the baddie-bad called out and glanced at Neera, but dismissed her quirky odour to continue. "Have infiltrated and sullied this establishment of rightful, peaceful citizens of our fair city. I bring to you now; War, to bring balance to the unequal dominance they attempt to enforce on us. Equality to those who they see as weaker than them and to be judged and hanged by them." To draw an exclamation point at the end of his phrase, the leader of the group bought his arm across the counter and brought to the floor all drinks and dishes there. His nostrils flared, and the turned back to look at the strangely casually dressed girl. The scent of food being prepared was in the air, but sweat covered it up rather strongly at this distance. A black barrel stared down Neera, and the wielder smiled. To him, given his righteous, earth is for humans attitude, she embodied so many glorious faults found in their plagued society. Plagued, by the people that could bend your mind to no longer be yours, a world sickened by those who fought and killed themselves only to cause more strife amongst all. "PCI, anti-human agents, murderers, are amongst you tonight." He spoke calmer, and raised his eyes to pan across the bar. "You know yourselves and I ask you to give yourselves up. If you truly believe in defending us humans then step forward. Watch otherwise as your false promises are shown to light, and demonstrate to the good citizens of this city how little you care for them! Either way, after tonight, we the people no longer have to live in fear of you tyrants, it is your time to experience fear!"Loud music that had started to play through the stereo numbed ever so slightly two gunshots placed past Neera to sink into the floor, a testament to how far they had come to get here and how far they were ready to go before leaving. The track played by these armed gentlemen was used to cover up much of the noise likely to go on, and prevent further gunshots from being easily recognized outside. Badguy#1 cursed Steve in his head for his musical tastes, it had supposed to have been heavy metal and as freaking banging as possible.
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 7:37 pm
 NeroBassistAs they were nearing the end of the first song, Nero looked over at his band mates, which was the signal for them to play the extended ending. He did a double take when he realized someone else was on stage with them. It's that kid...from the ice cream parlor. He must be a fan, he seems to know the words. Nero thought, watching as the kid said something to Zack, then scowled and whipped around. Oh good, security is finally doing their jobs...But it wasn't security that decked the kid in face, sending him flying off the stage and sprawling over tables in the front row. And it definitely wasn't security that turned a gun toward Nero while they wrestled Corry away from his drum set. The music ground to a painful halt as a scream or two went up from the crowd. Nero put his hands up in the universal gesture of "I mean you no harm" and side stepped so that he was between the guy with the gun and Rina. Nero had done some stupid s**t in his life, and way more people would miss Rina. There was nothing he could do for Corry, and he'd lost sight of Zack, but he'd be damned if he let anything happen to Rina on his watch.  OPERATIVE: CHARLIE SMITH
CODENAME: KAGEAKA The Silent Shadow . . .Charlie watched Matthias lean back casually in his chair, the phone to his ear. Gah, he's so sexy... Blushing at that train of thought, Charlie focused her attention back on the stage. "Hey, isn't that...? Aali! What's he doing on stage?" She grinned, watching Aali dancing and singing on stage. He was such a free spirit at times, and it made her so happy to see him like that. The moment didn't last, however. Charlie was half-way out of her seat when Aali scowled, then was grabbed from behind and literally punched off stage.
She whirled around, marking several dark clad men who seemed to be subduing the crowd, ensuring no one could enter, but more importantly, no one could leave. Charlie had a blade in each hand, carefully watching as one man made his way to the bar, hopping up among the glasses, bottles and plates. Ignoring the screams and panic around her, Charlie sparred a glance for Blink, making sure he was unharmed as well. Pierson would have the doc covered, and Charlie felt a fleeting moment of gratitude for his presence here."PCI, have infiltrated and sullied this establishment of rightful, peaceful citizens of our fair city. I bring to you now; War, to bring balance to the unequal dominance they attempt to enforce on us. Equality to those who they see as weaker than them and to be judged and hanged by them." Charlie's hands clenched around the hilts of her blades, knuckles white. As the man continued speaking, it was a physical effort to keep from speaking out against him. The man was clearly a nut-job, and she was more worried about how they were going to get the innocent civilians out of the bar. Secondary to that, how did this man know that PCI operatives would be here tonight? The agents themselves hadn't even known until a few hours ago.
For the third time that evening, Charlie wished she had her glasses. I'm never leaving without them again. Or I'll have to program some contact lenses or something..." She clenched her teeth as the music blared over the speakers. Loud enough to cover gun shots. s**t, these guys mean business. Charlie thought, watching the man who was speaking. He seemed to be showing an interest to the girl closest to him, but he wasn't going to get to her without a fight. Charlie was physically the closest to him, so unless Pierson ordered otherwise, she was gunning for him the minute he made a wrong move. The PCI would defuse this, and show the whole crowd what a wackjob this guy was. With that thought firmly in mind, Charlie tensed, ready for action and waiting for the signal from Pierson.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 8:09 pm
 Alec Braely"Damn Doctor" Alec started to stand and swear slightly as Aali stumbled up onto the stage to try and get Zack off the stage. he knew Aali had problems distinguishing past from present as well as the future, it tended to come with psychic abilities that reached his caliber. Alec was certain that the mans lack of vision helped with his ability to discern reality from the future. Walking around the crowd he was too focused on his teammate standing on stage to realize another man approaching himself, suddenly he felt someone grab his wrist and place a gun under his chin just as the man behind Aali showed up to hit him across the face with the butt of his gun, the tall blind man fell to the floor off the stage while Zack was held at gun point and Alec wasn't sure what else to do once the man with the mask. He glanced over at Pierson as the man mentioned their unit, he could see the womans calm collected face watching the individual standing up and wondered what she might be thinking. he was one of two members of the unit privy to her secret, a secret he had to keep for threat of loosing his job and good standing in the world. she knew his dark secret and that helped him to be trusted with hers. He knew she had supplied these guns to these men, it was hard to find an easier way to purchase so many of these arms from any other dealers within this city.  Corry
"Drummer"Corry's head was swimming by the time the men grabbed him and dragged him away from his precious drum set. He was too out of it to give up much of a struggle as they pulled him back. he tried to see where all his friends were. inside he knew they should be okay, his instincts told him his friends would not be hurt by this night, he however faced some very strenuous challenges.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 8:49 pm
Renalissa "Rina" Rafaldi
Keyboardist & Backup Vocals
Rina gave a quiet yelp as the terrorists moved in and held everyone hostage. It seemed that Corry's bad feeling was right once again. As Nero stepped in front of her when she had the guns pointed at her she gave an unheard protest, not that Nero would have listened to her anyway. Rina was a bit tougher than she looked, mostly due to her self defense classes, but unarmed against several armed hostage takers, even she knew those odds were bad. Staying quiet while the leader gave his speech she sighed, everyone had a message they had to get out. With Rina it was through her music, with these fools it was through force. Rina understood, even if she didn't agree with their methods or their cause.====== Katherine Pierson
PCI Psychiatrist and Commanding Officer
Unlike everyone else in the bar, aside from her own agents, save Charlie, Pierce remained calm and collected, sipped her drink again, even with a gun pointed at her head, she was unfazed. She knew these people. Or rather, Pearce knew these people. She had sold them weapons, she never asked for a reason or to be involved in a cause. She was there for the price not the people and her favorite colors were money green and gunmetal grey. The man with the pistol pointed at her head pressed it closer to her, his intelligence less than average. She quickly snatched the gun from his hand and without missing a beat, pistol whipped him, breaking his nose. Several others pointed their guns at her as she stood up, holding up the gun in a non threatening way before ejecting the magazine and pulling back the slide to remove the round that was already in there. Giving a quiet sigh she tossed the gun to the floor, gesturing for Charlie to hold back. Despite Pearce's penchant for bloodshed, there were too many civilians around for them to take risks. However, this all could work in their favor, if they could turn the tides just so, it might work towards fulfilling her needs. If one of the band members was taken hostage, it might spur Zack into joining them, and the thin woman who had eaten her own weight in food was probably some sort of psychic.
"If you have a problem with us... take it up with the complaints department. Taking hostages is an extremely cowardly way to go about making your point, and will hardly attract anyone to your side. Quite the contrary in fact, it only makes them wish to join the other side." Pierson was making herself the center of attention. With everyone in the room focused on her, the others would be free to make their own moves. Pierson had brought her gun with her, though it was in her holster. She could quickly grab it and take out one, two three, probably four of the hostage takers before things got a lot messier. She hoped she would just need to keep things a bit civil for now, and prevent anyone from being killed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 9:34 pm
Deyanira Zaboonski Strafe >> N E E R A
Poor Tim, at least he is out cold. Neera thought it best that he stay unconscious he'd be less of a target if a shooting were to happen.
What a waste of breath this man is. In Neera's eyes, his insanity levels seemed to reach it's peak. Neera refused to star in his psychodrama but it seemed like she was going to be caught up in the middle of the gunfire whether she liked it or not. In fact, her annoyance levels rose as the wasted food and drinks came crashing to the ground next to her. "Earth is full. Go home." She said discourteously, not knowing or caring what what alienated speech he spewed was all about. All she understood at this point was that she wouldn't be getting her meal.
A look of rage seemed to have smoldered the man's dark eyes behind his mask but Neera didn't exactly care; though she did silently wish that her lucky gloves weren't back at the gym. Fifteen years of martial arts? One should know how to easily disarm a man by this point and she wasn't exactly going to let all that time go to waste. In one swift motion she swooped down, batted barrel upwards with the palm of her hand, and brought the blunt end of the pistol square into the man's face. Their was a howl at the other end of the bar--it seemed someone too had a similar mind to do the same as she watched the another figure cripple to the floor. It seemed as the fancily-dressed woman from earlier had also succeeded in apprehended his gun.
"Why you-" One of his unarmed accomplices nearest to them lunged at her from the corner of her eye. Instinctively, Neera simply kicked up her chair, snatched it, and swung as hard as she could toppling him to the floor in front of her. Before he could fully stand again, she thrusted it down as hard as she could, letting it sail sweetly through the air before wood met the bone of the man's neck and a sickening crack was heard as he met with the floor a second time.
The masked man rose from behind the bar, already a grotesque red and blue mark forming on his neck. Chaos seemed to have erupted around them as patrons scrambled in every direction. She knew that this was the time to take down the mouthy ring-leader of this organized crime while he still recovering. "Allow me to introduce my selves--Hi I'm Neera and this is my fist!" She brought back her arm and sent a bone-shattering blow towards his already injured neck hoping to cause more damage towards his weakened spot.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 11:01 am
 MATTHIAS KENT "BLINK" Blink sat with one leg crossed over the other aside Charlie. This militia like group had taken the bar by sheer force. They were moderately organized, heavily armed, but their intentions lacked reason. What could have stirred such a fuss? Evidently, as a PCI agent, there was no such thing a day off. With a deep sigh, Matthias rubbed his hands against one another, assessing the situation. His bar date had been ruined, and he was mildly bitter as a result. Pierson had briefly taken over the situation. A young couple were holding each other underneath a table beside them. They were both crying in fear of their lives. Blink looked over, placed a finger over his mouth and whispered toward them. ".... Shhhhhhh.. Keep it down. Everything is going to be alright, I promise. This isn't the best time for formalities or introductions, but you're in good hands tonight." said Blink with a wink, trying to reassure them of their safety.
Things began to heat up when an out of the ordinary bar attendant threw a chair toward the head of the operation. An uproar in-sued amongst the crowd of people. This is not what Blink wanted. So many lives were in-dangered now. He quickly made his way to his feet. In a hostage situation like this, decisions had to be timely. The hidden blades at his wrists were ready to fire should a hostage be threatened. Looking over his shoulder, a watchman patrolling the door had taken hold of a fleeing civilian by the collar. Blink, from their table, quickly shot a blade through the air, narrowly dodging bar goers, in their frenzy, and hitting the watchman in his shoulder. The rebel dropped the man and screamed in pain as he reached for his shoulder, dropping to both knees. "Charlie..? We need to get to Aali.. I'll help these people find their way out, while trying to stay under the radar and away from all the commotion." Blink took a full glass of liquid courage into his hand and guzzled it down before slamming the glass back onto the table. He quickly weaved through dozens of people making his way toward a nearby exit where he could assist others upon their escape.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:53 am
OPERATIVE: CHARLIE SMITH
CODENAME: KAGEAKA The Silent Shadow . . .Pierson gave the stand down signal, but Charlie didn't bother to retake her seat. She watched the man who'd given the speech while Pierson disarmed the goon standing closest to her and then listened to her reply, and she didn't miss the way his eyes narrowed, fixing Pierson with a murderous stare. Charlie was about to teach the stupid a** some manners when the girl he'd been watching took matters into her own hands, disarming him and engaging him in a fight. A chair went flying, and several other bar goers took it upon themselves to rush near by gunmen. It was pandemonium in the crowded space. Blink shouted to her over the crowd, and Charlie nodded her agreement as they split up. The girl she had been worried about before seemed to be holding her own quite well, so Charlie left her to it.
Moving as quickly as possible against the herd of people rushing for the exits, Charlie kept her gaze focused on the stage. This is the one time where being small comes in handy. C'mon Aali, please be okay... after what felt like an eternity, Charlie broke free from the crowd, and ran straight for the stage. The gunmen holding the band on stage seemed to think her approach meant it was time for target practice and took a few pot shots at her. Luckily, these weren't the men with machine guns, but Charlie was well aware of the damage a single, well placed bullet could do. Going down on her hip, she slid under one of the few remaining upright tables, using it as a temporary makeshift shield. Aali was just at the edge of the stage, and she came to a stop right beside him. He took a swig of alcohol and held up the bottle in a solute to her, grinning. Relieved, Charlie returned his grin and grabbed the bottle from him, taking a swig of her own. She handed it back to him and crouched, adjusting her dress to a more acceptable length. "Let's get up there and rescue the band, shall we?" With a deft little move, Charlie hopped up on stage and rolled, coming to her feet in a move much more fluid than she would have ever believed possible in heels. She was a few feet in front off where Zack was standing. With her hand on her hip and a bored expression on her face, she addressed the nearest gunman - the one holding Corry. "Hey guys, if you have a problem with PCI agents, take it out on PCI agents. Don't take civilian hostages. Come on, just drop the guns, let the band go, and we can settle this like adults."
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 11:37 am
The fuse on that bomb of a situation was lit as PCI sprung into action. The bravery in their actions was clear to anyone, but their foolishness was yet to be measured by how many bullets they ate.
Pierson had distracted the main-man enough for him to not see those punches coming, till his well armed bottom was on the floor. Even then, as soon as he was back up, the sweaty lady was still coming right for him. The second punch felt off, though, even as he stumbled back from the impact. He put one hand to his neck, and felt... Fine. Completely recovered, and more, in fact. There was no more pain, and he gave a curious glance to his now-weightless gun. Something strange had happened, but these kinds of things they had prepared for. PCI, mutants, freaks with licenses to kill in the name of their so-called justice. Whatever he had been given, even if it was a trap, he was about to use.
The leader put his state of empowerment to the test, and reached out for Neera. As soon as he grabbed her by the shoulder, he felt the difference ever clearer. It was like holding back a child, and he thought he would break her shoulder should he squeeze too hard. With a 'hmph' and a tug, the bad guy dragged Neera over the counter and held her to him; with her back against his chest, and his pistol kissing her temple.
"Take 'em, and kill that b*tch!" The leader commanded his pack furiously.
Most of the men had become busy with their own engagements, with a few men already on the floor, and now several agents on stage. But even as one man pulled a knife from his shoulder by the door, his friend took up their own pistol and fired with careful aim straight for Pierson. They made sure to keep that entrance for themselves, as the boss was going to depart with them.
Not one to leave empty handed, and going mad with power, the main bad guy launched himself back over the counter. There was one person remaining at the bar specifically though, and he gave that individual no quarter given that they had been seated next to the loud-mouth that first challenged them. 'PCI Scum!' The man flew knees forward at Alec and used him as cushion against the ground. Then, having hoisted Neera over his shoulder, pulled Alec easily along by his collar. With the gunfire blaring from his companions, there was little fear of being intercepted in this mess, though he rather wanted someone else to hulk-smash already.
An incendiary explosive was set off at the door as soon as the boss stormed out and his nearest fellows with him, leaving behind a pathway of pure, enraged yellow flames. Their get-away vehicles, two black vans, were waiting.
In the meanwhile, on stage, the command to fire was heard as their enemy stood right in their faces. There was a momentary glance shared between all three captors, before they all lifted their guns, even as one of them was hurriedly dragging Corry to the back.
Aali had not wasted time as Charlie showed up, except to finish the bottle he had in hand. Before the first gunshots left the stage, he flew from the floor in a flurry and tackled ... Zack and Charlie. They tumbled down as bullets riddled the edge of the stage they had just gone over, as well as the floor and furniture all around them. When the gunfire died down, all but the downed baddies were legging it. From backstage they already had taken several civillians, and having added Corry to the list, they threw them out of the back entrance into a van.
This small caravan of two vehicles intended to vanish into the night with their catch. All their captives' heads were covered with a bag, and quietened down with a beating should they resist. Armed men sat in the back of the vans alongside their hostages, as the vehicles began to speed off.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 3:40 pm
Deyanira Zaboonski Strafe >> N E E R A
Neera had a hard time conceiving the next sequence of events upon impact; it was like a space in time that was both idle and rapid all at once--a discombobulating blur. The world spun and the audible sounds of music grew louder, turning into a buzzing scream that rang through her ears. For that brief second, everything the room seemed to melt together in a shapeless, colorless mayhem. Neera stumbled forward--her world tipping over in an obscure daze. Then, it was over.
The bar began to manifest itself again but by the time Neera became somewhat coherent again, it was too late; a hand plunged out at her. Stunned by the sudden acceleration in time, Neera tried to react and scramble away but her attempt was unsuccessful and she was towed across the bar, her legs thrashing in every direction.
Furiously, despite the cold barrel pressed against her temple, she squirmed beneath the masked-man's strong clutch--but to no avail. Neera was crushed to discover that this man is much more powerful and resilient than she could have ever imagined; still, Neera refused to admit defeat. Fragile attempts were made to knee him in the groin, headbutt his chin, and to twist out of his grip, but her movements had become sluggish, unsteady, and weak as if all of her energy had been sapped out of her. To her dismay, the masked-man effortlessly safeguarded himself from her attacks and simply flung her over his shoulder like a rag-doll.
"No!' she shouted defiantly with what little energy she could muster. She flailed her frail fists against his back as the masked-man snatched a brownish-red-haired male figure from the heap of the pandemonium that enveloped around them. "Take 'em, and kill that b*tch!" His sinister demands brought chills down her spine. Neera wrapped her dangling arms around herself and buried her face her captor's shoulder from the burst of light as flames engulfed their former exit which firmly ensured none others were to follow and no rescues would be made this night.
With a small shriek, she was shoved ungracefully into the van among a few other struggling bodies. Neera kicked weakly and clawed at the air and somehow managed to succeed in temporary blinding one of the subordinates whom initially tried to put a bag over her head. She was quickly awarded a violent blunt to the face--but Neera had already decided that the satisfaction of injuring one of them was well worth the trade.
Neera tried not to let the sinking feeling in her gut add to her dampened hopes of escape as the world went dark around her. She felt more bodies of the hostages pressed against her and shifted uncomfortably. In the worn-out-state she was in, Neera felt fortuitous to have at least the the corner to curl up against.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 1:51 am
Katherine Pierson
PCI Psychiatrist and Commanding Officer
When the idiotic girl by the bar hit the leader with a chair, Pierson knew things were about to go badly. And indeed they did. All hell broke loose as the hostage takers and hostages started to react to everything going on around them. She swore to herself as Alec and a few members of the band were taken out of the building. More concerned with her own safety for the moment, Pierson pulled out her pistol and quickly took care of a pair of armed thugs by the bar and focused on locating the members of her team. When the man with the knife in his shoulder by the door pulled out a gun and shot at her, she barely even flinched as the bullet grazed her cheek. She responded in kind by putting two rounds into each of his knees and one in each of his hands. Having experience with guns, especially under pressure, helped quite a bit in these sort of situations. The explosives that set the front door on fire were fairly easily dealt with by Pierson and the bartender. Pierson rounded up the hostages and had them head outside through the cleared front door, leaving just her team behind with the dead bodies and subdued criminals as they put out the fire.
When the smoke cleared and the rest of the thugs were either dead or disabled, all the hostages that hadn't been taken were safe outside, Pierson pulled out her phone and quickly dialed the number for the FBI field office where they worked. "Hey Jameson, I need you to do me a favor and send a couple teams over to my location. Yes it's a bar. Well we just had a team of thugs with automatic weapons take some hostages as a message to the PCI... And one of our agents was taken along with some civilians. The situation at the bar is mostly just cleanup now, But be on the lookout for any vehicles that might be suspicious. Judging from the sound they made as they drove away, panel vans, newer models." As she discussed what went down with her superiors, Pierson walked over and put her foot on the neck of the man who shot at her, glaring down at him with an all to crazy look in her eye. "This was the wrong day to piss me off. And now... You're gonna tell me what you know... whether you want to or not." A flare of red shone in Pierson's eyes as Pearce forced her way to the surface for an instant. If the criminal wasn't scared now, he should have been. There was nothing Pierson, or Pearce for that matter, wouldn't do to get her friend/teammate back. Alec was probably the worst person they could have picked for a hostage, because, regrettably for the hostage takers; she needed him. Pearce would stop at nothing to get her cohort in crime back, and she would rain hell (and white phosphorous) down on anyone who got in her way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:18 pm
MATTHIAS KENT "BLINK" Blink assisted the remaining civilians as they made they're way out of a nearby exit, away from the gunfire. The smell of alcohol, gun powder, and burning wood, filled the air. As the gunfire subdued, Blink made his way back toward the others to find Pierson, along with an abandoned thug beneath her foot. The two vans awaiting the thugs outside had been filled, and the goons were making they're get away. With luck, they wouldn't get far. Alec's scent was muffled by the hostages he sat alongside in the van. It was becoming difficult to track and Matthias knew he couldn't hold onto it for very long. Maybe a few miles at most. He rushed outside looking at the vans as they pulled off. One of the henchman opened fire toward him. Blink, taking cover within a door seal, narrowly dodged a wood chipping bullet that had made its way inside. Looking toward Pierson now, he waited for the go ahead to give chase, or to sit tight and aid in getting some information.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 5:08 pm
Zack Hoyt
During their first song, Zack was surprised to here a vaguely familiar voice call out to him from right next to him. He glanced to his left and noticed the blind kid he’d met at the ice cream shop who was in the PCI. His eyes widened briefly. What the hell was this kid doing here?! Did those other PCI goons come here with him!? And how the ******** did the kid know all the words to this song considering they had only just met hours ago!? If he hadn’t been performing in front of an audience, Zack would have pushed the blind kid either off the stage or away from him towards the backstage area. However, since he was performing and in his element, Zack cared more about his music than the randomness of the blind kid’s appearance. He ignored what the blind male said to him, both because he could barely hear him and because he wanted it to look like he had no idea who this kid even was.
As their first song came to a close, Zack had no inkling of the chaos that would ensue. He had been about to signal the band for the start of their second song of the night when the blind kid went flying off the stage and landed on top of one of the nearest tables. He also felt someone shove him forward, as if trying to get him off the stage. As a result, the microphone nearly fell off instead of him, but Zack swiftly moved his hand to catch it by the stand. He then looked behind him and the sight that greeted him was not one of just his bandmates eagerly getting ready for the next song. Instead, the band was flanked by heavily armored and armed men. Corry was being wrestled out of his seat behind the drum set. ”Hey! What the hell do you guys think you’re doing!?” Zack cried out as he tried to cross back to help Corry, but his path was immediately blocked by another man who pointed a gun at him. A deep scowl came to Zack’s features. All he cared about was getting to the drum set to help his best friend, but with this guy’s weapon pointed at him he wasn’t going to be able to get very far on his own even if he did try to take a swing at the man keeping him at bay.
Soon enough his suspicions of PCi being present in the bar, were confirmed when Charlie climbed up on stage and confronted the would-be kidnappers. Zack’s mood shifted from the small annoyance he’d experienced when Aali had joined him on stage, to irritation. Why couldn’t the PCI stay out of his business? He noticed Nero moved to stand in front of Rina to try to protect her. However, Zack was not one to stand quietly and play hostage for these people. While the man who was watching him was briefly preoccupied with Charlie’s appearance, Zack quickly stepped forward and swung his right fist into the guy’s face. The gun went off and there was a slight pain in his left arm from where the shot grazed him, but this was hardly a handicap for Zack. But everything that happened next happened so fast that Zack was unable to rush to Corry’s aid, as Aali and Charlie tackled him to the floor and all three of them fell over the edge of the stage. His guitar, which he still had strapped over his shoulder, he could only hope wouldn’t be damaged by the impact. As soon as they landed, Zack tried to forcefully extricate himself from underneath Charlie and Aali. ”What the ******** do you people think you’re doing?! Get off of me!” he growled at the two PCI agents despite having just been saved from certain death by multiple gunshots that had hit the stage floor instead of the three of them.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 11:23 pm
Alec Braely"Damn Doctor" A crowded bar with scared victims of a hostage situation and short tempered psychic's, Alec and the crew had a lot on their plates, once the guns went off though Alec knew this was turning into a disaster. People were getting hurt, he could smell the blood in the room as the blast of gun fire rang louder than that of their screaming victims. One, two, three each gun shot he began to count, estimating the potential injured as the man that had held a gun to his head fell to the floor suffocating. Alec began to move into action. He had not expected the man at the bar to remain standing as the girl with the serpents tongue threw her fist at his already bruised neck. He did not notice she wore no gloves, any indication that she was a surgeon type might have been apparant seeing the massive amount of food had ordered to consume... this day was not turning out to be the best day for him he had started to notice once the weight of two human bodies collided with his back and crushed his chest against the floor. The wind was knocked from his lungs as he landed, now dead weight his choked mind only sought to understand how a man equal to his own weight could simply drag him out the door. Alec was unable to do much as he fought for air rather than his captor, he couldn't really shout to Pierson with his lungs deflated, it was quite the struggle regaining the right supply of air, but by the time he could actually speak again the bag was tossed onto his head as the vans started up and drove off. He coughed a few times as his mid started to clear again, and he took note of all the beings sitting with him, most unconscious others... sitting in shock and terrified. His priorities were clear as he regained his breath there in the back of the van and sighed, he would protect the hostages and wait till charlie contacted him. That was the best course of action that a sensible mind like hers would take, Pierson was almost always sensible... if Syara wasn't in danger. He thought about that for a moment, he was the girls doctor, the only medical specialist that the conniving PCI "councilor" trusted to take care of that life. He never really could understand her reasoning for that, perhaps she actually cared for the girl? then again he thought it was just as likely that her alter ego had plans for Syara's unique ability.
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Amazon Lady 22 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 5:37 am
OPERATIVE: CHARLIE SMITH
CODENAME: KAGEAKA The Silent Shadow . . .Grumbling internally and blinking the starts from her eyes, Charlie tried to suck in a deep breath to center herself, only to find Aali had fallen directly on top of her. "Aali..." Charlie coughed, struggling against his weight. "You're crushing me..." With a final, gentle heave, Charlie was able to roll out from under the Seer and take her first real deep breath since going over the side of the stage. She took an elbow to the ribs as Zack struggled to untangle himself from them as well, and Charlie had to bite back a venomous retort. Instead, she chose to ignore him. "You must be sneaking more of Blink's cooking, Aali." She chastised him playfully, extending her hand to help him up and leaving Zack to regain his feet on his own.Unable to resist a quick jab, Charlie turned to address Zack "We were saving your life. Don't forget to thank Aali for that, by the way. Those gun shots would've killed you. Now, we're going to get your best friend and the rest of the hostages back. So come on, we could use your help." Charlie didn't bother to look behind her to see if he followed as she strode toward Pierson. Zack would either be smart enough to realize they were his best chance to find his best friend and he'd be willing to work with them to get Corry back...or he wouldn't. She hoped Zack would see reason. Corry knowing Zack was fighting to get him back would help him tremendously, and give him a reason to hang on for as long as possible. Hope was a funny thing that way. And they were going to get every single one of those hostages returned safely. Charlie would make sure if it.
As she walked, her hand seemed to be moving in weird, jerky patterns. In reality, she was searching through the various data streams constantly flying past, looking for any sort of sign of the vans that had taken the hostages. That was the main reason she preferred her glasses. They helped to control the flow of information, and allowed her to sort through everything she was seeing without the hand gestures, which meant she could blend in more easily among civilians. She came to a halt in front of Pierson, speaking as she continued to flick through the data around them. "I need to narrow my search grid. Where is Blink? If he can scent which direction the vans left in, that should help me pinpoint which traffic cameras to target." Her right hand worked furiously fast. Their window of opportunity to find the hostages was shrinking exponentially the farther the vans got away, and they'd have to act quickly now to have any hope of finding them this way.
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