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Post by Oliver on Jan 8, 2009 21:10:17 GMT -5
The streets are indeed an inferno of battle, bodies litter the street, gun shots ring out, fires consume house after house. The police are at a loss, having set up a perimeter outside The Crest to wait for the fighting to calm down.
However, this doesn't deter Oliver from his quest for revenge over the death of his mother. Using the alleys and back streets, crawling through holes in fences or jumping them, he gets ever closer to his final destination.
It's now near the heart of the Crest where the fighting is most intense, this is where he finds fellow gang members manning a roadblock to the street where the Crest's doctor has his clinic. They wave him through; and there, just a few hundred feet away with a path of injured and dead leading straight to the door. Oliver stops, breaths in deep, hides the shank in his sleeve and with thoughtless determination, walks to the door and that is where August stops him.
"Oliver, it's good to see you. Awfully late for a social visit isn't it? Perhaps you needed something?"
Oliver turns, his stomach filled with butterflies.
"I heard t'ings, doc. T'ings aout you, I'ave." He looks to the bodies of gang-members laying on dirty mats and blankets. "Busy, 'an we ta'k?"
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August Krasnow
Determined Individual
"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici."
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Post by August Krasnow on Jan 8, 2009 21:27:43 GMT -5
::August puts himself between Oliver and the door, blocking the boys path forward. He's dressed in a long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, slacks, and a white blood stained apparon covering him. He wipes his hands in a bloody rag.::
Took quite a risk to get here, with this bedlam on the streets. Are you alright? You appear distressed but, if you're not injured, I'm extremely busy at the moment.
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Post by Oliver on Jan 8, 2009 23:14:23 GMT -5
"Yea... I'm hur." Oliver says snidely. "Hur pre'ty bad, I am, but not for lon' I aint. Thas for'ure."
Oliver slowly walks closer to August, his head down, hands behind his back.
"Thin ya can 'elp me sum?" The shank falls into Oliver's hand, still hidden behind his back. "Righ, August!?" He lunges forward, his free hand grabs ahold of August's apron and raises the blade up to strike him in the stomach...
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Post by Situation on Jan 8, 2009 23:21:44 GMT -5
It happens to quickly. Oliver isn't sure if August side-stepped his assault, or if he actually passed right through him, as though he weren't even there. He lands hard on his stomach on the pavement. He lifts his head to look at the surroundings and finds that he's right where he had been a moment ago, and yet he's not. The streets are completely quiet now, and no longer roaring with fire. And he seems to be seeing everything through a film, like an old movie. He turns around to see if he hit August and finds something very unexpected.
(OOC: Oliver, go to new thread. Iole and Kenny stay here).
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Post by Iole on Jan 9, 2009 0:31:35 GMT -5
::Meanwhile, Kenny and Iole continue racing after Oliver's trail::
Come on, I have a hunch where he went!
::They round the same corner Oliver did only moments ago to find the doorway to August's clinic::
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August Krasnow
Determined Individual
"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici."
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Post by August Krasnow on Jan 9, 2009 0:45:25 GMT -5
::Outside the scene is still that of a makeshift triage center with bodies laying about, many moaning in pain or contorted into balls of pain. A few reach out to the new comers, begging for help from the pain, others just remain silent, perhaps already dead.::
::The door to August's Clinic is left partly ajar, foot prints in the packed, dirty snow indicate that someone or ones has been going in and out of the door constantly. There's a faint yellow light peircing through the doors crack, lighting the outside just enough to see the bloodstained snow beneath them.::
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Post by Iole on Jan 9, 2009 1:30:30 GMT -5
::The instant she sees the blood, Iole drops Kenny's hand and dashes inside::
Oliver!
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Post by Situation on Jan 9, 2009 1:31:39 GMT -5
((Heh heh. Iole, your turn. Kenny, once you head inside, your own surprise is waiting))
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