Civilians
 C[re]ate Champion
Posts: 106
Preferred Name: Varmun
Pronouns: He/Him
Character Profile: Character List
Character Name: Isaac Vasari
Main Account: Isaac
Status: Active
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Post by Isaac on Aug 6, 2015 19:49:49 GMT -5
The glass shattered before Isaac hit it. His body flew through the broken window, and he felt a rush as he swept forward, jerking through the air with excess force, like climbing a false step. He flew across the alley and smacked his arms into the railing of a fire escape. Glass shards ripped up his sleeves and cut his skin, and his arms ached from hitting the hard metal. He then slid down, and he reached out to grab the fire escape, but his wet gloves slipped right off. He fell down a floor, his stomach smashing into another rail that tore the wind from his lungs. From there, he fell down story after story, trying to grasp the bars but only succeeding in banging his arms as he kept slipping.
But when he reached the third floor of the building, he managed to hook his arm around a bar and smash the hell out of his armpit. He groaned into his gritted teeth, but he managed to stop his fall. Then, slowly, as he gasped for breath, he slipped his arm off the railing and fell down another floor, slower this time. He caught the railing, then dropped a final time and landed on his feet beside a dumpster. Isaac put a hand on the lid and begged for air, his voice hoarse and short.
And just as he regained his breath, a pair of gunshots nearly took it away again.
Isaac looked up to the lab's windows, seeing glass rain down beside him. First, one window blew out, but nothing came. Then, a window further down exploded into shimmering shards, and out from the jagged hole came the woman.
"…Oh come the fuck on," he whined, a hand rubbing his bruised armpit. His legs stung from that final landing on the concrete, and his whole body ached, seeming to sympathize with his arms and hands.
With no other option, Isaac took off running, ducking down an alley to try and break the line of sight.
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Secret Police
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Posts: 66
Preferred Name: Tyché
Character Profile: LYANTE
Character Name: Lyante Nephila
Status: Lurking
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Post by Tyché on Aug 7, 2015 15:47:41 GMT -5
Lyante jumped, diving out the window, glass falling around her when she instantly regretted her action, realizing she wasn’t on the ground floor. Holding her breath in a sudden panic, her reflexes kicked in, as she quickly looked around for possible ways out. Seeing the fire escape, she pushed on the side of the building, throwing her gun unto the scaffold as she stretched her arms and hands, trying to grab the ladder.
Closing her hands around the bar, she smacked against the ladder hard, her shoulder nearly dislocating. A few unsubdued curses later, she crawled up quickly reaching the platform where her gun was. Picking up the gun, she groaned through the pain in her shoulder, bringing the gun up, aiming at the shadow making its way towards an alley.
Aiming at his legs, she squeezed her trigger, a sudden jolt of pain shooting through her shoulder as her aim went slightly off. She watched the energy bolts graze him, shooting up, until one hit him in the side just before he slipped into the alley.
Panting, she leaned on the railing, catching her breath. “Screw this.” She slumped down, nursing her shoulder. She was pissed off, but at least she’d won. Kind of. She yelled after him: “I’ll get you next time!” She knew it was a sign of defeat, but she felt compelled to do so, groaning in pain.
Slowly, she descended from the fire escape, making her way back to the guard office. “Lots of help you guys were,” she said meekly, raiding their first aid kit. Giving the three newbies the order to start clean up and call in the regular police, she took Winston apart.
“Winston, do me a favor, try to find out what they were trying to make here, I don’t want to start an official investigation, but I want some answers. Oh, and if anybody asks, the vial they were after was destroyed in the fight.”
The older man nodded, knowing better than to ask questions. “I’m going home, catch you later,” Lyante tried to wave, but decided against it, her shoulder would take a few days to heal.
“Oh, and Winston? Next time, get the cream filled kind of donuts, you know the ones.”
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Civilians
C[re]ate Champion
Posts: 106
Preferred Name: Varmun
Pronouns: He/Him
Character Profile: Character List
Character Name: Isaac Vasari
Main Account: Isaac
Status: Active
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Post by Isaac on Aug 7, 2015 18:38:38 GMT -5
The shots rang out loud, and Isaac ducked his head down as he kept running. The first shot missed him, but he could feel the energy surge from the bolt and ripple across his shield. The blue barrier appeared for a moment, warping from the energy. The second bolt grazed his thigh, and the barrier flashed bright before cracking like glass. The last shot ripped the barrier to pieces. The shield shattered, its energy fizzling out as the burning hot plasma tore into Isaac’s left side.
He clenched his teeth and bit back a scream as a searing pain flashed through his body. His skin burned at the edges, and blood rolled out of the wound. He stumbled forward and smashed into a trash can, his head swimming from the pain. Isaac slapped an arm down over his injured side, and he panted, biting his lip to keep himself from making any more noise. The woman would be after him soon. She didn’t need to know he had stumbled.
It took everything he had to pull himself back to his feet and keep running. With aching legs and blood rolling across his arm, Isaac headed through the alleys, taking turns every chance he got to try and throw off his pursuer, not realizing she had given up. He only stopped to rest when he was back in the Lower Class, where he took a seat beside a dumpster and caught his breath.
A shiver ran down Isaac’s body, then another, and another. No matter how hard he tried, his breath remained short and ragged, his chest shaking. He rolled his head back and pressed his skull against the metal wall behind him. He shut his eyes tight behind his visor, he gritted his teeth under his bandana, and he let go of his wounded side. The gash had closed up a while ago, but Isaac kept shaking, tears flowing down his face.
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