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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Olivia on Aug 2, 2015 9:06:19 GMT -5
you Are free to choose
but you are not free from the consequences of your choice. ▼  NOTES:* Important thread. If interested in potentially joining just shoot me a pm. This is not intended to be a simple find and take to hospital thread. It's meant to feel a bit more like a race against the clock.
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* Everything catches up with you sooner or later. There is never truly any escaping the depths of the shadows. Every decision, every choice comes with a consequence of some sort. For every action there is always an equal reaction. Cause and effect. Life was compiled of them. Some choices yielded bigger ramifications than others. So many didn't understand the cost of their decision. The cost didn't always present itself in beginning. Most of the time it festered. It slowly boiled to the surface. It simmered till it was ready to pop. Like a Boogeyman hiding within the darkness under your bed waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Life had cruel timing. Striking you down after the long struggle you had taken to climb up.
* Olivia Phoenix Cassadine. Adoptive daughter to a one Nicholas Cassadine was known for her brushes with trouble every once in awhile. Her temper at times got the best of her. Other times she actually could be quite the diplomat; the peacekeeper. When she wanted to be she had an elegant way with her words. A grace and strength to her presence. But it wasn't often she used those tools. No Olivia often spoke in flames to many that tried to belittle her. To those that opted to speak like she was a simple nobody. Olivia was by no means a nobody and would never fall into playing second fiddle to anyone. She wasn't the sidekick type. Wasn't the background character and definitely never a side chick type. This redhead was far too proud for that. That proud nature was trouble. It lead her down paths she needn't walk. Was this - tonight - a result of that pride?
* A coating of thick crimson liquid littered the floor and walls of a warehouse on the docks. It trickled through cracks in the concrete like little red streams. Blood was life and the amount spilled indicated that life had been stripped from many this night. The souls of the condemned were vanishing from this world. The damned being ushered by the grim reaper. Taking a ride with Charon down the River of Styx. How many souls were claimed this night? No need to really count. The truest question was would Olivia be another victim to the Reaper? Did he not have his plentiful of souls to feed off of? Did he need to come back for hers? Amongst the littered bloodbath is where she laid. Among the worthless scum her body remained unmoving. There was still breath in her body but was it enough to keep the Reaper at bay?
* Olivia's body ached all over. Her head was pounding something vicious. It stilled echoed voices and screams that were long gone. Her eyes felt too heavy to open but she needed to didn't she? She needed to open those cerulean blue eyes and try to come back to this world. Olivia was never a quitter but a body could take but so much. Whatever happened this very night currently she seemed to be the only one with life left in them.
~...Get..up...~
* Inside she was trying to coach herself but her body was barely responding to the request. A finger twitched first before the rest of her hand slowly curled in. It took a moment before she gasped sharply, suddenly sitting up only to tip back over onto her side coughing and breathing heavily. Her body was drenched in blood some her own, some not. It was in her hair and splatters across her beautiful face. She groaned in her pain feeling more than likely her ribs were fractured as she rolled on her back. Opening her eyes was still such a challenge as each breath she took sharply gave another wave a pain. Olivia's head fell to the side, chest heaving, as her eyes finally opened only to find another staring back at her. Widened dead eyes fixated upon her from the lifeless corpse just a few feet away. She couldn't process it at the moment, she was too focused on her own predicament. She didn't know who he was, where she was or why. She didn't know what happened.
* Whatever happened she needed to leave. This wasn't a place she was supposed to be that much was clear. Her father was going to kill her wasn't he if her wounds didn't take her first. As of right now it seemed like that's what was going to occur. Olivia was a fighter though she couldn't let herself go out like this. Did it even have a purpose? She struggled gathering herself to her feet only to fall again. Her tank top was torn in places as well as her jeans but not by much. Bruising, cuts, scrapes, a stab wound to her side and a bullet wound in her left shoulder all compiled her injuries. Olivia closed her eyes tight and gritted her teeth pushing herself fiercely to stand up and stay up. Tirelessly, painfully she looked at the bodies on the floor.
~..Wha-what happened?...I gotta go...~
* It took everything she had to move herself. To limp, stagger her way out of the warehouse. The air was always coldest by the docks. The wind hit her and made her shiver under the coating of the night. The dark skies barely allowing the moon her full glory to flourish. Using the outer wall of the warehouse as a small crutch she continued pushing herself. Her hand smearing blood against the wall in her wake. Her breaths were ragged, desperate for a good amount of air in her lungs. What happened back inside? Why was she like this? Was it her fault? It probably was in some form or another. Damn it's been what? Three or four times now she had gotten into some mess? For a girl still freshly back from the presumed dead she was already racking up the danger meter. Whatever this was however was the icing on the cake. This was something in no way could she hide this from her father. She didn't even know what she was hiding. It was all a fuzzy blur. Somehow she managed to get out to a clearing but she couldn't move anymore. She had lost so much blood already.
~..I..can't..I have to keep...but my body won't let me...I can't fall here..~
* She begged and pleaded with herself to keep pushing on but her back hit a wall and she began sliding down. Blood once again smearing against the wall following her movements. Her form was slowly coming to a slump as her desire to move was pounding on her door, physically it just wasn't happening at all. As much as one wants the body to move or do things sometimes it just refuses to corporate. The dark skies mimicked the darkness she felt starting to shroud her being. The street lamps were so dim like a fading light in the world. It was though it represented her eyes. The declining luminescence from her orbs being replaced with the abyss. She lacked the strength to continue applying pressure to her stab wound so she just let her hand fall. Maybe it was all pointless. Maybe this was her time. She had people that would miss her right? She had to fight a little longer but she was so exhausted. She just was reunited with her family and a long time friend how does shit like this always happen?
~..May-maybe just a little rest and I can get up..~
* The world fell so silent aside from the soft sounds of the water sloshing about against the pier walls. Even that had started to become muffled to her ears. Inch by inch the world was drifting further away from her. She didn't even realize when her eyes closed or if they really were close or was it just her already gone. Darkness was a lonely place to be. Her time was ticking. The sister's of fate gathered around her life string giggling, waiting for that moment to just snip. Tick. Tock. Tick. Time stood still for no one. It was a race and she was already losing.
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 4, 2015 19:07:54 GMT -5
.:OOC:. Per permission to post, I will start it off, Thanks for allowing me to enter this thread. .:IC:. [Time - Early Afteroon.]**A large sound rang through out the room as the body pressed on the ropes, creating a sound stretching and snapping as the young form was propelled forward to the center of the ring. Two men, well, one man and a boy was having a sparring match with the holy ring of Orion's belt. Head gear was worn for both, even though one of the two was actually a professional already. Orion was quite certain that the low ranker would need it. Marcelis was considered a good opponent since the pro was actually fighting someone who was about Mars' built and height. He was looking for a good place to find practice partner, and Marcelis heard he would get paid for it... Win/Win? Well Marcelis as of late wasn't feeling so good, not physically of course, but mentally due to recent events happening. Maybe this fight was to blow off some steam too, but then again, the way things are going... Another hit landed square on the jaw cushion as Marcelis reeled back, covering up as the Pro Fighter began to wail on him. The bell rung signaling the end of the punish as they separated. Laughter came from the side of the ring as the pro’s trainer spoke out during the break. "So this one suppose to help us… How old are you man?""I am seventeen…" **The shock look on his the trainer‘s said it all. The Pro Fighter smiled a bit as he spoke out to Mars. "Well shit, you take a beating like a man, that‘s something noteworthy""Well, I was just being your moving punching bag, you need to work on movement and trapping, if you want me to hit you back, you just have to ask me to." "Heh, for real? I mean you was hitting me back because what I need to work on? Heh, don‘t act like you know me. You need to fight like we in the ring… that is the point. Don’t be a smart ass kid."**Mars‘ looked over to Orion as the tell and muscular man just shrugged to him. By that moment, Marcelis took that motion as his right to let loose. Of course, trainer‘s smug look he truly didn’t think nothing of it. Climbing on to the edge of the ring, he whispered into the Fighter‘s ear “finish him” as he helped put his guard piece back into his mouth. Mars‘ just rested into the corner, he didn‘t need Orion, as he always taught him, Life doesn‘t have anyone in your corner… One of his “Life“ lessons he life he like to give when it is appropriate. Mars breathed in easy as the sweat scented air filled his lungs, the rubbing leather and almost a smell of burning rubber also clouded his senses, he felt like he was at home. The bell rang as he the Pro shuffled out, he was trying to get the center as fast as he could, but Mars had other plans. Meeting so quickly, the boxer threw a predictable jab, and right cross. Marcelis hit the jab away with his shoulder and ducked under the punch. Driving into his right side he stretched his left arm out and wrapped his wrist on the side and shoved him into the ropes. Which caused his to stumble and almost fall. The boxer grabbed for the ropes and tried to get his grounds, but he was only quick enough to get his guard up as Mars dashed toward him with a leading right hook. When the hook landed on his guard, he switched stance with his left foot leading as he was pelting him with sharp jabs, aiming for his guard and body. Then this is when Marcelis started talking. "You are too tentative… You are an in-boxer, at like one!" *pow* “You need to press on and be flat footed, don‘t chase him let him run into a corner and then attack!”*pow pow* “You jab is too weak… You are weak… This is fact.” *Pow pow pow* **The embarrassment was enough to get into his skin. His sudden break of his guard, make Mars stop his attack for a second as he stepped back for the boxer to shoot out and go for a wild left punch. "You cocky little bitch-- NO!"**His trainer yelled out as he saw everything that was happening in slow motion. The left hook released, the boxer overshot the distance due to the jabs, as it sailed past Mars, he reeled back for a second and released a hellish right hook. Connecting right under the ear and along the his lower mandible. He stumbled over and grabbed the ropes on the opposite side clinging on to not fall. Around this time, Mars already took off his headpiece and took out his mouth guard. He looked over to the trainer who came into the ring as he spoke aloud to him. "Best if you delay the fight, he is not ready." **Marcelis left the ring just feeling upset, it was another unproductive day to him. Orion was about to say something to Mars as the trainer started to shout at him. By this time, Mars grabbed his things was out the door. He stopped to the his apartment where he took a shower and put on another pair of clothes. His phone was blown up with threats from Orion when he comes back. At this point, he decided to go somewhere he could just get some peace. He thought to get some fresh air by the docks letting the ocean breeze hit him as he can enjoy the summer day as much as he can. He has bee moving around so much, he didn‘t have time to relax. The constant strain on him that he is unable to find anything connected to Terry‘s death bothered him. Was he looking at the wrong places? Is the information being blocked from him? He didn‘t know what to feel but he knew that bottling it up and bursting out on anyone wasn‘t going to help things. Justified, he has been around a bunch of violent assholes as of late so maybe some time the docks would do him some good. [Time - Late Evening]**Taking the train to the city and then a cab to the docks, he found himself laying on a wooden pier staring up into the dark sky. He felt himself get more relaxed as he watched the clouds whimsically flew through the air, given off the light the stars were so gracious in providing. Fatigue set itself into as he just wanted to lay down, to stop and take in the air, and for a moment… The area when dark, his eyes was closed as he drifted off to sleep. Marcelis slowly opened to the shining stars in the sky. His body was feeling rather better, even though it was only minutes his eyes were shut. The area was quiet, the wind was light as he sat up from his resting place. Looking around he knew that he was alone, but then again was he? He felt a cold chill up his spine as he looked over to a warehouse not to far from where he was laying down at. Noticed something on the ground, it was a good angle he was able to see from the large door being slightly ajar. He slowly got up and began to walk towards the lit warehouse. It was on his way from the docks either way. But as he got closer, a certain feeling rose up into the air. Beyond the sea and other sounds, scents and the like his senses kicked into overdrive, it was something that he knew was familiar. As he got closer the feeling started to stick out more… it was the feeling of.. "Death." **He slowly opened the door and saw the first victim. He saw then another, and another. It was about close half a dozen guys, maybe more litter all over the floor. All the blood around looking like movie scene. It didn‘t seem real, like the blood was spray everywhere intentionally. No… This was massacre. Maybe gang fight? Someone fighting over territory? Maybe something fighting over goods? Most illegal stuff does come through from the docks, pay off the area, make something fake manifests…You can get anything here. Marcelis mind began to wondered until he saw a nice, small pool of blood, but it was irregular and the blood seems to have a trail? Someone was ALIVE!? Even through this train wreck? Marcelis had the right mind to just turn around and just leave. This was not his business, this was not his scene. He already seen too much… He could be a target next. But would a life he could save be worth it? Maybe he could find out what they was doing here. Carefully he traveled through the damn near b-rated movie horror set as he reacted the doorway that led outside. Pulling out his phone he checked for the blood drips as it was proverbial breadcrumbs to what he would believe is another dead person that only got so far. ~What the hell did I get myself into!? Fuck… I am going to regret this…~ |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 5, 2015 16:35:06 GMT -5
your time is now
your number has been called
Where? She didn't know. Moana had been by the pier - the water tickled her feet, as her consciousness slowly came to her. The night air was chilly, and ripped through her as the sleepy girl slowly roused herself from the sleeping position she was in - sleeping against a barrel. Weird. Normally she didn't do that - but today... today was one of those days. A day where she just didn't feel like life, and just curled up near the closest water and just fell asleep there. Tucked in between boxes, a barrel and a boat tie, she was quite safe. Nobody would come there, considering the goods were piled up, waiting for the night carrier to leave the docks. Stretching her form, she let out a small noise. But something was off, even if she didn't exactly know it then. Shifting her weight, she was surprised to see no workers. Uh weird. Usually there was one around so she could ask them the time, and well, today was a different case. She had left her phone at her 'home' so she really didn't have any alternates. Her eyes, adjusted to the dark, caught the shape of a person moving - and with a practiced cat like agility, she slunk after them. The soft bounces of Capoeira and the natural flexibility of the style lent itself well to her navigating the good filled dock - and then she was out of it. Her head went left, and then right - but she still couldn't find that person she'd just seen. Darn. She hoped to get some information too! But her curiosity was peaked, when a warehouse door came to her attention. She knew there was something odd about it, but again, she moved quietly. She had learned the value of quiet footsteps back at that place. Her body didn't even need to open the door further when she slipped in - and that's when the smell hit her. The smell of fish thus far, had covered this. But the girl's blue eyes widened, as she tightened her jaw to hold back her natural gagging reaction. This had just gone from simple curiosity to a dangerous moment in about two seconds. There was something very, very wrong here. The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Quietly, she slipped amongst the bodies. Their methods of death were not peaceful - the sheer amount of blood was more then enough to testify to that. Her blue eyes narrowed, fury touching them. Whoever did this would be in pain - even though she preferred to not fight, she promised that. Didn't matter if they were delinquents, normal people or what - nobody deserved to lose their lives like this. That was a decidedly human emotion, as the girl noticed a figure - illuminated by the light of a cell phone. Probably the shape she had seen earlier, and that meant answers . Her steps lead her to the shape, and with a soft tap, she'd wait. Of course, considering the setting, she should seriously consider the poor guy's reaction to suddenly being touched out of nowhere. [/b] Olivia, Marcelis• Words; 0525 • Notes; mine's the shortest orz but this will be fun .w. [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 5, 2015 21:29:29 GMT -5
.:OOC:. Due to the no interaction with Olivia, I'll post to get things started... This one is gonna be a good one indeed. Well don't worry about size love, its all about dat substance... Let's have fun! .:IC:. ~What the hell are you doing here? I mean if someone is out there, they might all ready be dead. I am dead if I don't--~**Mars' senses fired off as soon as the light tap hit his shoulder. Turning as fast as he could lifting his left hand up with a claw-like hand coming up, but he stopped almost striking a rather cute and misplaced woman that was standing behind him. He quickly looked her up and down as he firstly admired the framework, but he had to snap out of it for a second as he shook his head for second as he looked into her almost clear blue eyes. "You are in the wrong part of town beautiful and... For the record that's not my work..." **Within the small pause of his speech, he leaned, looking over her right shoulder. Waiting for her response to his statement, he carefully checked behind her to see if anyone else was coming in. At this moment in time, his luck would have it a policeman or any of the dockworkers could come in into this mess. With that mindset, he might just grab the girl and make a run for it. That would be too many questions he didn't have answers to. And just standing here not makes him a material witness to a possible gang fight. Wait... Wait... right now it is too many things going on at once. Taking in a deep breath, and exhaling, he quickly looked left and right as cleared his mind up for the time being. He been in a situation like this before, but of course he doesn't make a habit of it. He brushed his hair back and put on a seldom face as he spoke in a soft tone, whispering so he wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. "You can believe me or not, your choice. Choose wisely." **Making a 180 turn, he looked back for second taking one last look at the red head before stepping forward letting his phone light the way. If the bronze skinned girl would follow, even if he got far enough in the dark his light would help her get through to him. He leaned the cellphone more farther a ahead of him as he saw a few feet away from him a body, and it looked like a woman as well. Marcelis' face when into shock as he saw her motionless frame. He quickly thought of Cereza as his phone trailed up on her finding a contrast to his thought, red hair. Red hair? He thought to himself as he reached down and grabbing her extended arm he gently rolled her over and saw her bloodied face. She didn't look familiar, but quickly seeing the punctured wound on her side and seemingly a bullet hole in her shoulder. She was in bad shape and damn they are not anywhere NEAR a hospital right now. He couldn't believe she was still alive considering the small lifts from her chest that she is breathing. He stayed on his one knee as he spoke in a soft voice trying to see if she would answer to him. "Miss just please hold on, all right... What the hell is your story?" **The last question, his words trailed off as he looked over his shoulder and back at her. It was clear she was in the midst of... that. But this brings up even more questions. But best not to ask them to a nearly dead woman. He had to act fact, but what could he do? First taking off his light jacket tossing it to the side. Would He applied pressure to the side wound pressing hard with both hands. If she jumped up from the pain he would use his left hand to gently push her back to the ground. He would hope to get her awake with that. he is only thinking on the fly for the moment... Maybe something will come to him in the next ten seconds. ~Another red head? That random-ass gypsy woman did say something about red was my color this week... This can NOT be related..~ |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 6, 2015 14:32:32 GMT -5
your time is now
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Caution and surprised. Honestly, all she wanted to know was the time. The guy almost hit her, but she didn't flinch, just kept staring at him with her blue eyes. She just smiled and then shook her head. ''I know. You're lacking blood on yourself, and the fact you didn't just eviscerate me for jump scaring you - sorry about that - means you didn't do this. Killer wouldn't have minded another victim.'' she said. Her eyes, stormy, seemed to make her smile seem a bit more bitter then it should have. The red head shifted her body weight, and as he seemed to be stand-offish, she realized he probably didn't even hear her. Of course he didn't - any normal person stumbling on this was probably a bit scrambled. Moana had seen much more in her time. But she still felt that fury - that fury to destroy whomever had made this happen. So when the male headed off, she was right behind him, steps light. She was cautious, careful and tried to keep herself on guard - she could watch him and maybe warn him of a danger if she saw one out of the darkness. So when he found the girl - they had stepped out of the warehouse at that point - she was right there with him. Her eyes roamed over the body of the girl and for a single moment, she could almost see the white suit. But the girl's hair was red like her own. And for a single laughable moment, she wondered if this is what people meant when they said there were love children. The red head shook her head, and then bit her lip. Her steps were purposeful - she ended up crouching next to the male and looking over the wounds. ''We need to stop the blood flow.'' she said quietly. She was trying to remember how to deal with injuries like this - cleaning them is something they should do, less infection risk. And then binding the wounds right? But the bullet one... was it a clear shot? ''Did you see if the bullet wound went through or is it just a hole on one said?'' she said. Her voice was a bit shaky, insecure in a way. Medical knowledge was just there in case she fucked herself over, it wasn't really her field. So she was pleasantly surprised that she remembered as much as she did, as she was tearing strips off her skirt and pants already. Luckily for her, the shirt had been of decent length - 'cept now it was a really short tank top, as she was putting the layers on her knees to keep the dirt off them. ''I might have to run to the water to get something to clean the wounds with.'' she said. Heck, the girl probably needed stitches or something! The red head was out of her depth, and she knew the guy was too, considering the fact he had been hesitating on what to do. All she could hope for, was that nothing worse happened. If only they could give her treatment to last the trip to a hospital... Hopefully, that'd work out. [/b] Olivia, Marcelis• Words; 0535 • Notes; oh dear, emergency medical procedures are a go.. hopefully! [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Olivia on Aug 14, 2015 20:44:57 GMT -5
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* They say only in darkness can you see the stars. Oh how beautiful they must've looked in Olivia's blackened world. Little specks of stardust kissed through the dark dome in which she was encased in. They danced and sparkled like pure twilight. Olivia always did love to stargaze from time to time. She could spend hours laying underneath the night sky pointing out the constellations watching those balls of gas shimmer against the backdrop. It was soothing to her soul. Often enough she liked to play 'connect the stars' and see what outlines she could randomly formulate. Truthfully it was more fun when you had a partner to play with or even against. She had someone like that once upon a time right? A dearest friend she used to drag out once in a blue to random areas to gaze up at the starry night. Sometimes on the lawn or jungle gym at a park. Sometimes rooftops and even the sandy beaches. The friend in question was none other than a particular Juelz Santana, or rather even a Malik Moore as she knew him by both. He was a pain in her ass sometimes and no one probably expected him to have moments like that but he did. The memory seemed to give some kind of warmth to her as sounds came in muffled from somewhere.
~Wh-what is that?~
* Lost in her starry abyss at least there was a bit of light to keep her company. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that meant there was still hope for her yet it was very limited. Those stars started to lose their shine slowly one by one they would dim out. Olivia in her mind felt herself reaching for one of the dying lights.
~No don't fade away.~
* Catching it, it burst in her hand and stung her eyes. She squinted hard, groaning at the pain as the muffled voices came into little focus. Back in reality her eyes started to edge open feeling the pressure on her side but made no movement. The dimness of the streetlights coupled with the half moon barely gave her enough sight to make out who these were before her. Whether she knew them or not she was unsure, though she didn't hear her name a thousand times so they must've not known her. Her head shifted a bit towards the male as her eyes barely adjusted.
"Jue-"
* She groaned in pain muffling out whatever she was trying to say. It seemed possible it was a name but it would not come to fruition. Chest bounced a little quicker again as she tried to regain it. The male would notice that the wound in shoulder was not a clean shot and the bullet was still lodged inside and the stab wound was indeed deep if that wasn't obvious enough. The fighter in her wanted to quickly remove herself from their grasp. Away from their presence. She didn't know whether they were friend or foe. Yet the girls voice spoke about getting water for her wounds; maybe they were a friendly after all. Straining in her voice she tried to speak best she could.
"Wh-who ar-re you?"
* Cerulean blues though slightly shut still managed to pop against her the dirt and blood on her face. Her head tilted back against the wall as she tried to move but no dice. Maybe she just didn't try hard enough. Somewhere in the distance hasty footsteps could barely be heard. Shouting however faint was much easier to pick up. It was coming from the warehouse and it's surrounding area. Reinforcement a bit too late maybe? A shift change maybe? A crew checking on the others? Who knows. No one knows who those dead people inside were expect for the dying girl before them.
::The stars begin to fade like guttering
candles and are snuffed out one by one.
Out in the depths of space the great celestial
cities, the galaxies cluttered with memorabilia
of ages, are gradually dying. Tens of billions of
years pass in the growing darkness... of a universe
condemned to become a galactic graveyard::
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Post by Marcelis on Aug 15, 2015 18:28:56 GMT -5
**Just to reiterate... This woman was in bad shape. The moonlight shined a little on her face as the docks was quiet, the night was quite silent only thing that cause noise was the small steps made from the woman approach them from behind. Marcelis acknowledged the other red head as he looked at her for a second as spoke about stopping the blood flow. Of course, with his hand on her side, he kind of was working on it. But the solution was a moot one, cause even if he kept his hand there, by all the blood already, she might have loss maybe close to pint maybe more. The girl was quick acting as Marcelis was carefully trying to examine the situation. Almost dead girl, bodies in the warehouse, weapons on the floor, a crazy thought came into his head. Maybe this was odd, but in his line of work, he can tell two things. One, something went sour between those men and her, cause she was with them, the person would have took the opportunity to finish everyone before leaving. Only a novice would just deal damage and run. And two, which is the crazy thought, that she was the one who kill all of them. Yes... That would be REALLY out there, but as people have said before Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. From the second question asked by 1st red head, he looked at her and then to the wound on her shoulder more closely. After pulling out his phone, and using his fingers, he did a small examination. He did noticed the bullet still in her shoulder. It was lodged in there, and the only way to get it is to hopefully find a “clean” way to get it out, as she spoke about getting some water… Marcelis got in an idea in his head… it wasn‘t a great one, but this wounds need to close. And the makeshift bandage were not going to cut it. He put his hand on her, sadly with blood as he spoke in a calm and soothing voice. "Hey, lets calm down for a second. She already lost too much blood, anymore than a pint more and she‘ll go into shock… What I need for this is--woah…" **The girl jumped up as she gasped out, seems like his pain treatment got her conscious again. Now what her first words were when she locked eyes with Mars was… Jew? Jew, maybe something dealing with the people in there? Jewels? Fighting over precious stones, well if it was that Marcelis at this moment CLEARLY believed he was in the wrong place. Enough to feel himself trying to get up and bolt out of here. But then again, he couldn‘t leave both these red heads to whatever fate may fall upon them. He looked at her as her eyes shined through the dirt and blood of her body and area. He snapped his head to her the one behind him and then back her. What are the odds meeting two red head with piercing blue eyes. Its madness. Everyone is mad here, huh? He had a mental chuckle as he looked down at her again as the woman questioned him. He smiled and spoke in a soft voice trying to reassure her. "Well, I am not jew… Name‘s Mars, and this one who you might be related to, I don‘t know… and will properly introduce herself once we get your wounds closed." **Looking back at the girl, he was going to continue his initial words to her as he heard the shouting coming from behind them… This is NOT good. Sounds like multiple people too. He closed his eyes for second, trying to get the situation in his head under control. Could be dock workers which mean, cops are on their way. He was thinking of getting a lighter that could be on one of the dead gangsters. Well, now that may have to wait and they have to move like now. He quickly takes his shirt off and ball it up as tight and small and possible and pressed it into the wound. He looked at girl next and spoke again. "Well now change of plans… we need to move, she looks about 120-130, I will carry her and we need to dodge whoever that is Now t.hat’s gonna be a job for you. Your light steps can hide you as you draw them away… I am going to run this way, so you can follow me, I still need you to help me…This is the only way." **Pointing to the direction around the outer rim of the warehouse it would be covered by trees and such. It was going to suck for him to get through but her the girl it would be a breeze. Hopefully this could work out and they can help her but dying red which she will now be dubbed will not like the carry. He was going to carry her fireman style which will mess with her wound, but he was worried about speed and the pain could keep her awake. They was deep in it, and well if Mars isn‘t going to run away, might as well try to be a fucking hero… Dammit. ~Damn… I am not superman. But if we get away, she can answer some damn questions, so at least I know what I am risking my life for…~ |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 16, 2015 11:41:35 GMT -5
your time is now
your number has been called
Right. Moana knew they were fucked. The other red head seemed to come to life, and the way she cut off her word - the blue eyed girl felt her gaze narrow. Juelz. The one she was meant to kill - trained to kill, her whole life. It's what the incomplete word from her, reminded Moana of. But what stunned her, is that they both looked alike - heck, they could have been sisters for all the darker skinned girl knew. She settled closer, now curious about this one. ''Moana.'' she said. Her voice carried the tilt of a faded accent, hard to tell now, but it was still there like a wild touch to her voice. Like the ocean, the beautiful wide ocean, her eyes were shimmering in the little amount of light there was. And then she heard it. The noises of people. Well fuck. ''She's not going to make it like this - we need to move quickly but quietly. So yeah, grab her but be careful - and the forest is going to be easy to hide in because it's dark. But I trust you can be quiet since you suggested it? I'm light on my feet, so I can do it pretty easily.'' she said. Pretty much, she figured he had thought the same thing when he spoke to her - but panic could things to people, make them disjointed for a little bit. She'd let him pick up the girl, and with a flash of inspiration, took some of the near by garbage bags in the alley, and covered some of the trail. And then she smudged the trail as if the wounded person got up, smothered her hand in some blood and slapped a messy hand print. There'd be no way to get prints, it was enough to convince someone that a person got up. ''There. Let's go.'' she said softly, moving with them. They had little time. Let's just hope her small subterfuge would trick the enemies for just a little bit. [/b] Olivia, Marcelis• Words; 0340 • Notes; feels short but strong handing things forward lol [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div] |
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Post by Olivia on Sept 10, 2015 8:01:32 GMT -5
[ooc: sorry guys but I'ma be retconning this thread. Didn't mean to waste any time. I have my reasons don't worry has nothing to do with either of you. Sorry but voiding this currently. Be well. We'll rp again soon as I'll make it up to you both]
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