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Post by redhavoc on Oct 14, 2011 20:30:35 GMT -5
*A shot singes my hair, but before I can shoot back one of the BLI vans starts to drive towards us. I start to shoot at the tires. I shot hits my hand, blasting and burning the skin, but I don't loose digits. I take my other gun out of my pocket and keep firing*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 14, 2011 20:46:34 GMT -5
*I feel the van jolt, and immediately fling open the door and jump out, guns blazing, sidestepping wildly to make myself a harder target to hit. It also makes it a bit harder to shoot straight, unfortunately. This is compounded by the fact that I really don't want to hit the girl too hard. She's already injured, and she's so YOUNG!*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 14, 2011 21:07:12 GMT -5
*I wait until the last moment and dive out of the van. I bring my gun up to my shoulder once my feet hit the ground and I look around for Max*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 14, 2011 23:15:05 GMT -5
*The van collides with the car, barely missing Red. I try to jump out of the way but don't make it in time; the frame of the car hits me as I turn to move and I'm thrown several yards. I don't black out although the pain radiating from my back seems to warrant it, and get to my feet again with some effort*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 14, 2011 23:20:02 GMT -5
*I feel the air from the van and the next thing I know our car and the van are on fire behind me and Max is on the ground. I keep firing as I run over to him. I do my best to defend us as Max slowly gets up, but without the car as a shield we are taking more and more hits. The shots start to burn through my coat and the stitches in my side shoot out knives of pain. I keep firing, telling myself it's just like training*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 14, 2011 23:22:58 GMT -5
*I order the dracs to begin to move in. Red and Max are growing weaker...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 14, 2011 23:28:30 GMT -5
*I shake my head to clear it, constantly turning to shoot at the dracs who are starting to surround us. My aim is off, though, and my hits aren't doing as much damage as I'd like. My jacket has started wearing thin, and when I take a shot to my left shoulder, the whole arm goes numb*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 14, 2011 23:29:12 GMT -5
*I didn't want to hurt the girl, but now my orders are to take them down. One of them's already been on the ground, and the wounded girl is trying to help him as he keeps fighting, even though he seems fazed. I could easily try the maneuver that I used to capture the Killjoy, but I remember the man from his short stint at BLI and he scares me. He'd shoot me dead without a second thought. I inch closer to the pair slowly, guns in position. I don't want to hurt them. Badly.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 14, 2011 23:33:33 GMT -5
*The plan works perfectly, they are momentarily separated and Max is injured. The unit advances towards them and I duck out from behind the van. I walk slowly, staying out of their peripheral vision. I recognize the girl, she is still alive surprisingly. Max looks close similar. Injured and about to pass out.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 14, 2011 23:44:33 GMT -5
*I motion for Orwell to be cautious. He is already badly injured from his fight with the twin and the last thing I need is my partner knocked out or dead. I'm not concerned for him, I'm just being practical. I see Red start to shake again when she sees me and her shots are a little more scattered. Some things never change...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 14, 2011 23:48:06 GMT -5
*I see Red lose a bit of her composure when Wilson steps forward, and narrow my eyes. Despite my personal dislike of Orwell, Wilson now appears to be a bigger threat* Stay behind me, Red.
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 14, 2011 23:52:41 GMT -5
*I protest even as Max tries to move in front of me, pushing him aside a little so that I a least stand next to him. I can see that Max is barely able to stand, really I should be out in front of him. A shot hits me in the stomach and my torso explodes in pain. I double over, one knee on the ground, still shooting*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 14, 2011 23:59:44 GMT -5
*I know I shouldn't be feeling sympathy for the girl, but she's already hurt, and watching her fold herself over after a hit to the stomach is the last straw. At least capture would be an excellent way of getting everyone to stop hurting the poor kid. I rush up behind her from an angle, pointing one gun at her and one at the man.* Drop your weapons!
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 15, 2011 0:19:36 GMT -5
*I whip around to face the agent and see her hesitate. Looking her straight in the eyes I bring my gun around, knocking hers out of her hand with my own. Her gun goes flying and my hand stings, but I bet the agent's hurts even more*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 15, 2011 0:25:19 GMT -5
*I can't believe it when the girl smacks my lower gun out of my hand. I didn't think she would be readily able to move. I must have forgotten that she was a Drac once, and would, in turn, have better reflexes. In other words, she's no Killjoy. I wave my hand absently, trying to get the stinging fingers (that HURT) to function again as I aim my one remaining gun.*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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