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Dec 20, 2005 11:33:14 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 20, 2005 11:33:14 GMT -8
Garret stumbled on a patch of ice, landing on his hands and knees. Everything seemed to be hitting him now, adrenaline leaving his bloodstream. His shoulders and chest ached.. That had been a good bout. He picked himself off of the ground, and blew into his now freezing hands. Looking around, he saw movement over by a portable. Garret ambled slowly over to the ramp, surprised to see everyone gathered there.. what luck.. and why were they here? "Why.. are you guys out here?" he asked, thinking this a horrible place to keep an unconsious person. She was perfectly safe inside where Mike had moved her...
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Dec 20, 2005 11:41:30 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 20, 2005 11:41:30 GMT -8
Bly rose slowly to his feet, his mind still hazy from the blow he took. He staggered over towards the door back inside. He mumbled after himself. "I'll... go.. get some..one.. to help.." He reached the door finally, only to have it be flung out against him. The force knocked him around and against the wall beside the door. Stunned, he staggered and fell, his back to the wall again.
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Kenny had burst forth through the door so harshly he didn't even notice the extra weight behind it. He immediately swung to his right to find the congregation at the portable. His smashed face had a few hastily applied bandages over it, an obviously bad attempt at First Aid done by the jock himself. He walked intently towards them a few paces, only a good 7yards or so away from them now. Suddenly, his hand which had been his side raised and pointed intently towards the standing Garret, who stood in the forfront. In his hand he held a gun. His voice was menacing and, together with his contorted face, his maniacal expression made him seem quite dangerous. His voice quivered in the cold. "You... Look what you did!! I won't let this go!" He seemed steady enough on the outside, but truthfully, he had time to cool down off his rage inside, so his mind was still hesitant about the action. His outstreched arm quivered intently, the gun swirving to and fro at the general direction of their group.
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Dec 20, 2005 11:48:30 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 20, 2005 11:48:30 GMT -8
Michael let out a soft sigh and turned towards Kenny, seeing how everyone else in the group was out of breath, or wiped out. This jocky had some stamina in him. With his arms crossed across his chest, Michael began walking towards Kenny. He did not run, but rather walked, with a calm and cool look upon his face.
Oh how the wind blew so gently, as to caress the souls of all who were awake this night.
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Dec 20, 2005 14:42:47 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 20, 2005 14:42:47 GMT -8
Kenny had been serious about the staying back from him. The gun immediately turned on Michael, Kenny's arm shaking very badly now. He was beginning to panic. He tried to mutter out a few warnings for him to go back, but he couldn't seem to say anything. Suddenly, he decided to aim down and shoot at Michael's feet for a warning shot, but instead, due the violent quivering in his arm, shot Michael in his lower leg. A glancing shot, but enough to grab a good chunk of flesh. The gun turned immediately back on the group, Kenny becoming more and more desperate now.
( Sorry, but that was kind of really stupid thing to do. I sincerely hope you would never do that IRL in that situation. )
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Dec 20, 2005 16:01:05 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 20, 2005 16:01:05 GMT -8
(What I would do in that situation, is something you don't wish to know. Besides, I am not this character.)
Michael stood, unwavering and seeming to not notice the chunk of flesh missing from his leg. Was he stupid or something? Why would he approach a man with a gun? Shouldn't he have run or something?
"Know and understand that I have tried to handle this situation calmly, but you broke the line," Michael said as he grinded his teeth, "Now, Kris, this man is armed. Rules no longer apply." One thing that Kenny didn't think too much on was the fact that Michael would continue. One shot into the leg should immobilize it, right? Wrong. A gunshot wound was a small amount of pain compared to what Michael had endured through out training.
Launching himself into a sprint, making blood gush out of his leg, he reached Kenny within a milisecond. Wrapping his arm around Kenny's so that the back of his hand touched Kenny's, and they were shoulder to shoulder. Bringing his right hand to grip the wrist with the gun in it, he forced the wrist down and the elbow up. This was a Marine training technique used to disarm an opponent. Snapping the tendons and ligaments within his elbow, Michael didn't stop just there. After his forearm went limp with his bone disconnected, like a grocery bag, he released the arm entirely and pushed it above his head while bringing his right knee into Kenny's gut with brutal force. Pushing him back slightly with the blow to the gut, and using the spinning force he used to make his knee connect to Kenny's gut, he brought his reeled arm towards his target. With his hand put into a palm hit position, he brought all of the force of his motion and 'flung' it through his palm. His palm connected with the upper-center area of Kenny's chest, just below his throat. The force of Michael's hit was intense, but with the weight of Kenny holding him down, Kenny only stumbled backwards, having the wind knocked out of his chest.
Before returning to a comfortable stance, Michael kicked the fallen gun towards Garret. As soon as he brought his attention back to Kenny, he found that his left leg was nearly out of blood, and because of it, it collapsed, making Michael kneel down.
"Damned leg..."
(By the way, you God-modded me. That's why Mike did what he did. Just like everyone else, I don't want you God-modding me, or I'll come back with much greater force, and probably a post filled with God-modding. I'm a Combat Specialist Role Player, and you of all people know I love to play God. Just a friendly reminder.)
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Dec 20, 2005 16:04:49 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 20, 2005 16:04:49 GMT -8
(wow, and with a bullet wound in the leg...I wish I could do that...)
Kris remained next to Jean, he had to be there in case something else were to happen...He winced when he saw Kenny's mangled arm, "Would of offered you my gloves, you know..."
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Dec 20, 2005 17:02:12 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 20, 2005 17:02:12 GMT -8
"You idiot! You could have ben killed!" Garret shouted at mike, picking up the gun. "What were you thinking charging someone with a gun?! and with a wounded leg at that?" he continued, not noticing people beginning to filter out. The dance must be getting close to ending. "We need to get out of here..! If they catch us with a gun and a mashed up kid we'll be in DEEP." he said. What with the unconscious Jean, the immobile mike, bly, and the pain in his gut, they wouldn't make it very far..
"Somewhere closeby... that portable open?"
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Dec 20, 2005 17:29:14 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 20, 2005 17:29:14 GMT -8
"Locked, already tried it." Kris said. They had to get in there somehow... "Can you get in anyway?" He asked, he was sure that maybe Garret had some sort of experience in the breaking in field.
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Dec 20, 2005 23:13:14 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 20, 2005 23:13:14 GMT -8
( Well, I God-modded you, my friend, to immobilize you. I had a plan already to solve the situation in a more... shall we say... realistic and believable manner? Anyways, I guess it's all to hell now. I wanted it to be a believable ending to a conflict, but you like to do your own thing.. *Sighs* Nothing to do about it now. I shoulda said something to you. I figured you would know I would only God-Mod you because I needed to for some effect.. )
Not much to say. After the onslaught by Mike, for which Kenny obviously had no reaction time for, he simply fell forward, unconscious in the snow.
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Bly still didn't move. He'd taken enough hits tonight to stay down for a while. He was still conscious, but barely, breathing pantedly behind where Kenny lay. He hadn't even noticed any of it, too focused on regulating his own breathing.
(I was actually enjoying this twist in the thread until now.. I have no more will to continue it.. Don't expect any more creativity out of me, it's dead. )
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Dec 21, 2005 9:37:29 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 21, 2005 9:37:29 GMT -8
((Oh, shut up about the God-mod thing... it was cool. Nobody died. Fights usually have something like this in it. Bleh. So there. I do wish that there had not been a split-second ending to the conflict, though. There was already something planned out...))
Jean let out a soft whimper. She was regaining conciousness, but the cold was going to be the death of her. Her dress was nearly totally frozen fabric. She turned her head... one of the only movements of life from her for the past half-hour. That was when a small trickle of blood was visable. When she had been thrown down by that brute, her head had hit on a corner before hitting the cement ground. It was only a break of the skin, but she was still bleeding. And she was so cold!
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Dec 21, 2005 11:50:27 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 21, 2005 11:50:27 GMT -8
"Hey guy's she's awake!" Kris immedietly knelt down next to her, "Bout time. We oughta get you inside..." Kris felt remarkably stupid for bringing her out here in the first place. There was bound to be other places inside...
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Dec 21, 2005 12:28:00 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 21, 2005 12:28:00 GMT -8
(Probably my fault for not reading the OOC for this thread, or perhaps not being involved in this so called 'plan.')
Michael looked back over his shoulder at Garret and the rest of the group. Gripping his left leg tightly, he began to feel the side effects of ignoring the physical pain of the bullet. His left leg quit functioning.
"Yeah, I could've been killed, but I'd suffer Hell before I let my only friends get hurt..." Michael said to himself as he winced in pain from trying to stand up, "Garret! I've got a limousine parked in the parking lot! Tell Jeffrey that Michael sent you and that you guys need to get to a hospital! I'll catch up!" Michael then sat down upon the cold cement and ripped his shirt off, and made it into a crappy bandage, in hopes of cutting off the blood to his bloody leg in hopes of keeping the blood to remain conscious.
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Dec 21, 2005 12:38:53 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 21, 2005 12:38:53 GMT -8
Bly was still down for the count. The cold didn't help any, either. His adrenaline all worn out, the aching of his blows wracked his body. He felt so cold. He sat on the frozen ground, his back to the frozen wall. His head rested in his chest and his breath was barely visible. His eyes were only opened a crack, a fruitless attempt by Bly to keep his consciousness.
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Dec 21, 2005 14:14:52 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 21, 2005 14:14:52 GMT -8
Garret thanks no one in particular as he dashed out to the street.
(jeffrey.. hehe.. what does that make you? Will smith?) The limo was black, but still it was quite easy to spot. Waving his arms int he air, garret winced, seeing the driver get out looking perplexed. "Michael sent me.. We have a problem, come quick." he said assertivly, motioning for the man to follow.
(by the way.. what a wonderfully appropriate, yet overtly large signature)
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Dec 21, 2005 17:30:53 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 21, 2005 17:30:53 GMT -8
(Thanks; I was wondering why the name Jeffrey started popping up in my head when I thought of a butler's name. >< Yes, I wrote it out in AP LA, and decided to make it an image.)
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