Finn quickly took cover behind his table, letting his display take the blow for him. When he reemerged, all of his pamphlets had been reduced to confetti - and all hell had broken loose. <******** s**t," he said, leaning on the table and trying to get his bearings. He was okay. Nothing broken. Nothing even hurt. But...
Finn's first thought was to find his boyfriend.
"Aleksy???" he hollered, pushing through the crowd towards the florist's table. "ALEKSY?!"
Things were going so well, he really should have known. Standing there, talking with friends, introducing people to each other and then… Just there in the churning mass of familiar faces and semi-strangers there was that shriek. It slices the air like it alone has a personal vendetta against the assembled. The clamor cam seconds later, the white noise of humanity, speculation that goes before a fall. It seemed like a seizure at first, falling, frothing. But there was so much more than that. There were awful snapping sounds that were far, far too familiar. The wet popping sounds made his chest ache with a memory that might be too close to the surface of his mind for the rest of his life.
The spray of blood, darker than the movies liked to make it, but no less shocking; or perhaps it was less so, because death was becoming an uncomfortable acquaintance.
He felt frozen for a long moment, like the rest of the world kept moving but for him, he was frozen, he couldn’t move, was powerless in that moment to chose to take any action. He saw the bloodied man making his way through the crowd, familiar faces brutalized…
Saw pink in the path of destruction and then at least there was ONE path open to him. He moved to cut between the ‘creatures’ – worrying about other friends, wanting to see one less person fall. Claws made neat work of the flesh of his arm, cutting through cloth and skin alike and altering his trajectory to land heavily on the ground, but at least it was moving away. He, staring wide-eyed after it as shock made the thankfully milder injury more bearable.
Somehow he doubted, after her tirade that ‘Princess Peach’ would find him any more bearable than before though.
He sat up and stared through the crowd. He at least knew his options as he pressed his hand to the cuts that ran down his arm, looking for Autumn, find the group again, stick with them.
- 2. Moderately injured, functional. This needs care, and needs to be observed, but should pose no problems. More significant slashing injuries, getting shoved into something and jarred, etc
Chel was really getting sick of all the screaming lately. First the scream on the cliffs brought up a detached foot and now a scream was bringing up a dead body. Multiple dead bodies.
Chel was a coward. She wasn't ready to fight; she ducked beside the table to stay safe because that was what you did in a crisis. You stayed safe.
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6, 3Total: 9 (2-12)
With a huff, Shun tried to see if he could maybe escape the booth for a bit. He caught Finn's gaze and just sort of shrugged, before another woman came up to try and reign in Chel. He just grunted at her lightly. Before he could say anything in response, a sudden shriek cut through the air. He furrowed his brow, turning towards the source of the sound.
That wasn't a good sign. The detective shot a glance to the other officers at the booth before he began to make his way to the area where people were fleeing. He didn't draw a weapon yet, not sure what the situation was exactly, but he was ready to grab his gun should things take a south turn.
He didn't see the actual strike. When he got there, he saw a man covered in blood next to a nurse clutching her bleeding throat. Quickly, he scanned the area for some sort of weapon, but he saw no knife or other sharp object that could have done that. No, instead he spotted a set of rather wicked looking claws on the downed man. That was... unusual.
Shun began to draw his weapon when the young man sprang back up far quicker than he could have expected. He started to move out of the way as the clawed man lunged off. A little too slow on his part, as he felt a sudden yet sharp pain slicing against his arm. Hissing between his teeth, he, recoiled back before looking down at his left arm, seeing a line of blood there. It was a fairly superficial wound.
After he was done checking on that, he looked up and around, trying to see where the rogue had run off to. Just a quick glance around and he could see that this had turned into one hell of hot mess. The nurse was not the only casualty.
"Dammit," he cursed, before grabbing his radio, "There has been an attack at the Blackfriars library. Suspect is a young male with ******** claws on his hands. We have several wounded civilians on premise."
Diana had reacted before really thinking about what she was doing. She'd seen the chaos, and then she'd seen whatever it was charging close to Chel. There was no way she was going to let her friend get hurt, so she did what she thought was logical. She went and jumped in front of her to protect her of course. She thought the pain she felt as the man thing ran past was her imagining things, but then she saw the blood and the gashes on her arm. Nope. Not imagining at all. How exciting.
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6, 2Total: 8 (2-12)
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It was good to know that the chocolate and The Sweet Spot was fair trade. Then she wouldn't feel her conscious tugging at her every time she purchased sweets from there in the future. If the shop didn't offer fair trade chocolate then, well, she might just pass on stopping there in the future altogether. Luckily for her, though, she wouldn't have to worry about it. The unemployed young woman was just about to go on to one of the other booths, however, when pandemonium broke loose in the building.
"What on earth is going on?"
Apparently, some kid turned into a monster?
What the hell?
That couldn't be true, could it?
Kids just didn't randomly turn into monsters. This wasn't the movies, nor a nightmare.
But just as Nebula thought this, the creature lashed out at others as it ran off, leaving injured people behind in its wake. There was blood everywhere now from varying degrees of wounds, and it was all very, very real. How could this be happening? Was this a nightmare? Oh man, all of this stress was going to make her body and spirit out of alignment for weeks.
Luckily, Nebula herself managed to come out unscathed. She was nowhere near the creature when it made its escape.
Even with all the commotion somehow miss Amelia Potter had made it out unscathed. She was stunned at the happenings going on for a bit longer than she would have liked to admit, but that soon changed when she realized people were in need of help. She had no idea what she could do to assist, but maybe just maybe she could figure it out and make sure people were okay. She just had to pull herself together and ignore the blood. Yeah. That was a solid plan.
Aleksy shouldn't have moved forward to attempt to help. He knew the moment he saw the student what he was looking at, but like a moron he'd gone ahead to see if there was anything he could do. After the nurse went down, he'd gone to scramble away, but that just put him into the were-thing's path. Its claws slashed across his chest, tearing deep into muscle but, thank God, glancing off the bone.
Probably it would've been fine if Aleksy hadn't then proceeded to crash head-first into one of the study carrels.
So: Concussed, bleeding profusely, this was not the worst situation Aleksy had ever been in, but it was pretty damn close, and he was in no condition to be answering any shouts, his name or not.
Chris had, reasonably, panicked when faced with the fact someone could be dying at the damn faire. He was a volunteer though and supposed to be keeping things under control, not staring in blind panic at the scene unfolding before him. When this thought finally kicked in, he turned, looking to see if he could find the information desk where most of the advisors were sitting.
His reaction was too slow though and in his movements he found himself near the path of the escapee - looking enough of an issue that Chris felt claws slice through his forearm before whatever it was disappeared. It was enough to have Chris stumble back, almost dropping to the floor but instead just banging his shoulder roughly into a nearby booth. "<********>," He managed to get out in korean, gritting his teeth and grabbing his - now bloody - forearm.
Finn had been misinformed - The flower shop did not have a booth, and any attempts to find Aleksy at one were doomed to failure. He swore - not under his breath, but an honest to god "********" for all to hear - and then kept looking. "Aleksy?!" he called. God. It smelled like blood in the library.
Finn scanned the crowd with increasing desperation, finally spotting a familiar flash of red hair.
He ran to Aleksy's side, blanching at the sight of him. It smelled like blood because Aleksy was covered in it - and judging from the mess of ripped fabric across his chest, Finn had a feeling it was all his own.
"s**t," said Finn, diving towards Aleksy like a baseball player sliding into home. "We - um - we should put pressure on that," he said. "Are you - stay awake, Lyoshka."
Um. Um. s**t.
He started to unbutton his shirt.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 12:16 am
" Cautiously she stood up from the table and looked to Shun, because despite all chaos he seemed to be keeping his head. "Do we have a place we can take injured people? Like a spare room or somethin'? I can carry some." Chel was attempting to make herself useful.
She hooked an arm around Diana. "Startin' with you gorgeous."
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Conscious? Barely. Moving his eyes to look at the face that slid into view was a monumental effort, and he could barely move his arms at all. The right arm especially--"Tatya," he said, hearing Lyoshka, assuming, trailing off into Russian. No, the voice was too deep, and...
Aleksy tried to raise a hand to grab Finn's wrist. "Now is not time," he said. "I think I am bleed."
He was bleeding a lot. It hadn't really sunk in yet.
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