THE Justin
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Post by THE Justin on May 5, 2009 19:13:21 GMT -5
Stu watched as the people attacked him, and he grimaced. He immediately prepared, knowing fully well that the shock wave that had caused them to fall to his floor was about to come again. He jumped into the air, as soon as he saw the man's elbow raise, and then felt it.
The shockwave hit him midair. He flew backwards, and twisted in the air, his feet landing against two lockers. They crumpled against the force of the throw. Bending at the knees, Stu launched himself forwards. He flew down the hall, landing in a roll. He tipped over the hole, just as he watched Orange begin beating on the poor boy.
He began to fall as he saw the boy's arm torn from his body. Stu would land directly on top of Orange, just as the arm was torn.
He fired, point blank. It would cave in the man's head if it connected, and chances of it not connecting were slim to none.
Stu hoped that the shockwave was him sending out that shield he seemed to have stopped his attacks and all the others.
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Post by Mr. Orange on May 5, 2009 19:37:36 GMT -5
With the arm severed, I knew the fate of that student was sealed. However, an odd twist of fate happened. As a friend came to see to Everwood's well being, a sudden force landed on top of me-
BANG!!!
The pellets the young man used as ammunition fell to the ground and bounced off in different directions, the shooter himself still resting atop my shoulders, the gun barrel just inches from my head.
"Boy, I'll give ya this..." I began, my forehead turning a mellow red. "That there may'a been the most painful thing I ever felt." I grinned a toothy, Texan grin. "But yer' a slow learner, ain't che'?"
My hands would shoot up, the shooter most likely too shocked from the lack of effect to see my counter coming. With my hands locked around his sides, I would slam him to the ground- the same powerbomb I had used on Sara Quinn. I would drive his body into the ground and rubble, attempting to take one more enemy out of the fight.
That attack did wonders for charging my Qi. Soon, I would be able to unleash a shockwave that would destroy everything- builing and student alike.
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Tash
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Post by Tash on May 5, 2009 19:48:25 GMT -5
It sounded like a sonic boom. And then a solid wall of...air? nothing? She couldn't see it, threw her back. She tried her best to curl into fetal position as she flew through the air, but there was only so much she could do. Still, it helped, lessening the impact as she flew into the lockers across the hall. A lock dug into her left shoulder blade and the edge of the locker slammed into her already bruised ribs. A shard of broken glass from God knows where had left a clean shallow slice about four inches long on her upper right arm. That baby might just scar. Fucking hell, what was going on at this school? For a moment she just lay there, assessing the damages. None the worse for wear - she'd be fine in a week or two, but in the mean time she'd be sporting some ugly bruises. Ripping a strip off of her old wife beater, she stood stiffly, grimacing at the pain and then shaking it off. Water fountain, water fountain, ah! Water fountain. She wet the two strips of material in the water: used one to wash the cut, the other to bind it. That would have to do for now.
God help the big orange bastard who did this...Sam and Nick were still in there! What the hell was the point of this random random chaos? The crocodile eyes practically glowed with frustration and anger, but she contained herself, her fury only showing in her tight, precise movement and in her gaze as she approached the team.
Tash listened to the sightless girl. She was right. They had to move and move quickly. But she had to try and get as many of the students out of there as possible.
"Find someone else to help you with that. I'm going in there - I've got to try and get some of ours out of the way. I'll send some of them back to help you. Your timing has got to be perfect, you get me? perfect! Otherwise we're all fucked. Don't light it up till you see me come out, but once I'm out I've done all I can. Then let it go to hell. -- Trizen, you're on your own, man. You got this, I know it!"
If they took too long to detonate the makeshift explosive, Orange would inevitably notice the lack of student attackers and come after them - and they had no Plan B. If they detonated it too soon, they'd do more damage to the other kids in there than Orange himself had. They'd only be helping him out.
Despite the fact that her lungs were aching from so much running and breathing in all the dust and shit floating in the air, not to mention the trauma to her ribs, she dashed into the frenzy, doing her best to ignore the moans of pain and cries of shock that sounded around her. Nick was the first person she saw and she grabbed his shoulder as she ran by.
"Get out of here! They're going to light this place up stat! If you run into anyone on your way out, help them too: Matrim and the rest need help with the explosives. Go!"
She kept going: there wasn't time to see if he listened to her or not. If he didn't and he got caught....she didn't want to think about that. She hoped he listened. Tash kept going, bounding over the rubble, ducking behind slabs of concrete every time she felt in danger of being spotted by the Orange giant. She passed the boy with the one she'd heard called Stu.
"Hey, shit's going up in smoke! Bail and tell anyone else on your way out to truck their asses on out of here! You won't want to be here soon."
Something tickled at the back of her mind. Sam. Sam, she hadn't seen Sam yet. Merda! She hoped that girl hadn't gotten herself hurt, but she wasn't about to risk calling out her name...unless she wanted to announce her presence to Orange.
There! Sam seemed dazed....concussed? Tash hoped not.
"Sam!" She hissed, slinking, catlike across the rubble to where the girl stood. She had a nasty looking cut on her thigh and was favoring her right wrist, but otherwise appeared to be in fairly working order. "Sam. Sam, we've got to get out of here: they're going to light shit up soon. I think you're the last one....Sam. Sam what's wrong?"
Her eyes followed Sam's gaze and she saw a young man, bruised, bloodied, dazed...and missing one arm. There was a bloody stump where one of his arms should have been and Tash's stomach heaved. It took all her willpower to keep the contents of her stomach to stay put.
"Merda...Fucking hell..."
She could see Sam had tried to staunch the bleeding with her shirt but it wasn't going to be enough. Without hesitation, Tash tore off her already torn wife beater, exposing dark hazelnut coffee skin, a toned stomach, and a huge bruise that bloomed on her side. She stood there in her bra and makeshift arm bandage, her green eyes determined as she helped Sam add her shirt to the bandage. Now she had to get them both out of here. She sucked in a deep breath and crouched down, lifting James onto her shoulder in a fireman's carry.
"Sam, use your good arm to help keep him up. Come on, sorella, we gotta bail. And I'll be damned if I'm leaving without you and your boy here. You're calling 911 - or getting him to Clavering - as soon as we get out of this shithole."
He's not unmanageable but carrying dead weight is still no picnic, and Tash is already worn, but she manages to pick her way around the rampaging Orange, avoiding him by sound. And there - the hallway. They'd made it to the hallway. She sank to the ground by the water fountain, sitting James up against the wall, motioning to Sam to wet one of the shirts down and do the best she could. Tash stood for a moment, stretching sore muscles, blinking hard and breathing slow to keep her emotions in check. Now wasn't a time to break down.
OoC- Fixed your coloration. You're welcome!!!! - Love KoS
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THE Justin
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Post by THE Justin on May 5, 2009 19:58:02 GMT -5
Fuck.
Feeling the intense grips on his sides, grunting heavily, Stu felt himself lifted from the ground, and power bombed into the rubble. He felt blood immediately spill from his nose and face as rubble cut him, his arm a nice sized gash in it.
He was dazed. He began crawling slowly. His gun was gone, thrown off somewhere down the hall; he'd get it later. He dug broken finger nails into the rubble and pulled himself along until he was out of the way.
It hurt. Everywhere. His vision was tunneled, and he was going nowhere. There was little chance he would be back for the fight. Unless...
He pulled himself around a corner. He saw his gun, and smiled. Good boy. His hand delved into the pocket of his jacket. He grabbed at something cylindrical... thank god for metallic reinforced containers. He grabbed two.
He looked at the sharp needles, and the yellowish liquid inside the glass and metal tubes they were attached to. His toothy smile shown through as he plunged the two needles into his leg, pushing down on the plunger, gasping as the yellow liquid entered his blood stream, causing his eyes to grow wide, and then settle back to normal. His toothy smile slowly faded into a placid grin.
He pushed himself up, using the wall to hold himself up. He stumbled over to the gun. He was ragged, and he would definitely need to go to the Hospital after this, or at least reset the broken ribs.
But he wasn't out of the fight yet. Hell, if anything, he felt stronger... besides the yellow-ish liquid, he felt as though something was awakening within him... was it that Qi thing every talked about? Who knew... what he did know, was that he wasn't gonna let the big bastard get away with destroying the school.
TWO YELLOW CANISTERS USED! 1 CANISTER LEFT TIL O.D.!
Current Stats:
Strength: 46 Dexterity: 46 Constitution: 4 (Due to getting the SHIT kicked out of him). Intelligence: 19 Wisdom: 13 Charisma: 37
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Nicolas Constantine
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Post by Nicolas Constantine on May 5, 2009 20:14:12 GMT -5
Nick should have seen the second wave coming. He was too close and right as he saw the giant man punch the ground again, he dove backwards to get as far away from the shock as possible to lessen the blow. Right now it he was way too close to avoid the attack completely.
The wave pushed him back and he fell onto the crumbling floor with a thud. Then the floor beneath him gave way and he went teetering down as the floor fell apart from the inside out, landing on tons of rubble and tons of rubble landing on him.
Nick lay there for a good minute before getting up slowly, his whole body aching from the whole thing to see Orange right as he tore the arm off a kid. Apparently he was angry.
The kid stumbled across the floor as Nick limped out of the rubble. The kid with the shotgun then tried to shoot Orange right in the back of the head to no avail. What was this monster made of!? Nick coughed as the dust and plaster began to settle, and Tash ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder. He winced at the grab. He wouldn't be able to fight anymore. Not after falling two stories.
"Get out of here! They're going to light this place up stat! If you run into anyone on your way out, help them too: Matrim and the rest need help with the explosives. Go!"[/b]
Nick would listen to her warning, and start for the exit as he saw Tash go over to help Sam with the guy who had his arm ripped off. But then he remembered someone was missing. That guy who had first jumped onto Orange's back wasn't anywhere to be seen, but there was a pile of rubble behind where Orange was now standing.
After pile driving the shotgun kid, the kid somehow was still able to fight Orange, and hopefully would distract him while Nick searched through the pile of rubble to find the lost kid.
He uncovered an arm and then a leg the more rubble he threw aside until he was able to pull the kid out from the pile, apparently unconscious. If the place was going up in flames, the kid would be burned alive. Even though it hurt like hell, Nick was able to hoist the kid onto his back and make his way to the exit of the building.
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Post by Trizen Takano on May 5, 2009 20:16:46 GMT -5
Trizen was ready and he hoped that everyone else was as well. Tash supported him and he knew that if he didn't do this right, they probably didn't stand much of a chance to help themselves. The boy was still on the second floor and had brought back the four bags of flour in the cart.
Closer to where Stu was standing, he probably would have seen the second cart that fell down with the group, though with one or two bags of flour intact -- along with the stick and bottles of deodorant. Most of the other ones would have surely taken a beating from the shockwave. So in total, they had six bags.
'Alright...' Looking down onto the first floor, Trizen picked up the first and held it up over his head. He was certain Mr. Orange didn't notice or see him. He was too busy. Too proud. All Trizen had to do was launch the bag and let the others do their thing.
'Matrim, are you conscious?' He didn't see if he was up or not. If so, he would fire and that was his cue.
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Sara Quinn
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Post by Sara Quinn on May 5, 2009 21:49:10 GMT -5
Sara kicked the girl in the back and she pulled her head forward, out of Sara's grasp. She looked down at the hair confused, as her foot dropped back to the ground. And suddenly her chest exploded in pain. Sara stumbled back, away from the girl, her hand hand going to the impact point on her chest. Bloody bitch =_=" How dare she...
And then the world exploded. A huge wave of pain rammed through her body and the floor under her collapsed. Sara landed in a heap, facing the bloody scene in front of her as the floor continued to collapse around her, chunks hitting her body. Even in her crazed mind, she was disgusted. James... His arm... Ripped from his body... Sara watched, not thinking, not feeling, nothing, as he crawled along the floor bleeding, a sick smile on her face. That was... Enough... She was getting out of here. As long as no one stopped her, she was done...
She pulled herself wearily out of the rubble, her body limp as she walked away from it all. Everyone else seemed to be leaving to, and she wasn't going to stick around. She was weary enough about getting hurt. She didn't know what this feeling inside her was... This was... Disgusting. She wanted no part of this. Orange, the crazy old bugger, was on his own. James. Poor James. Again. On his own. All the people she knew... It didn't matter. She heard nothing, saw, nothing, until she came up behind Nick trying to carry Travis along. At this point, the sounds and noises started to come back to her.
She came up next to Nick, and without a word or glance to him, tried to help him carry Travis. She knew Travis probably wouldn't want her help, but that was fine. He could bugger off, it didn't matter, all she was worried about was getting him out. He looked like he was in rough shape. It was the only thing she could do. And Nick... Nick was... special. She wanted to cry. Since the kidnapping it was the first time she wanted to cry. That... She didn't want to think about what that meant.
(OOC - hopefully this is close enough... This thread is moving insanely fast ><")
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Linda Osako
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Post by Linda Osako on May 6, 2009 1:55:16 GMT -5
All of a sudden a boom shook the building, causing yet another floor to give out. That blast just save whoever that was that had attacked Linda, for damn sure. If Linda had known who it was, they would be dead already, but alas the blast had saved them.
Where was Linda in the blast? Well she found herself under yet another pile of debris.
"FUCK MY LIFE!" She screamed as she began to roll chunks of concrete off of her... again. Luckily for Linda that cowardly attack from behind had stopped her from reaching the front arc of Mr.Orange. If she had been there, she would certainly not be conscious. This was looking like a one sided fight... Mr.Orange was just way too powerful, and with how people were attacking him, this was just a lost cause.
Linda looked around for something to grab, and low and behold there were only chunks of floor around her. She located Orange, and noted all the fallen around him. Linda ran over to two downed people a boy and a girl. The girl was pretty fucked up, but the boy even more so... he wasn't breathing!?!? Linda picked up the boy with her right arm and the girl in her left. She darted for the open door, the one AWAY from Orange. She had to get these students out of here. It was her job, and she was determined to accomplish it. She noticed that others had the same idea, it was good to see everyone working together.
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Cain
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Post by Cain on May 6, 2009 7:57:33 GMT -5
The man's skin was made of metal, Cain swore as he found that his augmented kick was simply shrugged off. How could this guy handle such suffering and pain? At that, Cain knew that it was too late. He had hoped to at least damage the male while angering him, but alas, he had only succeeded in the latter. Cain crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Mr. Orange raise his elbow, knowing what was going to come next. He tried to leap away, but was too late as the shockwave emerged, throwing Cain off his feet and backwards, smashing into the locker and denting deep into the container.
A yelp escaped his lips upon impact, his body spreading out so quickly, his arms ached under the impact against the metal edges of the lockers. Blood sprayed out from his mouth as the shockwave pressed against his chest, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as he found the very air being knocked out from his lungs. And soon enough, it was over, Cain's body aching all over from being pancaked between the force and the lockers.
He pushed himself off the dent, falling onto the floor but finding himself too weak to stand up straight as he fell on his knees. A grunt escaped his lips as his head jerked downwards, the junior coughing out crimson liquids, spraying it all over the cracked ground. He looked up, finding that the ground where they used to be at had been destroyed. They were in the first floor.
He let out a grunt, both arms pressing hard against his chest to try and force the aches out of his body, as painful as it was. Blood trailed down from the corners of his lips to his chin, the junior glancing upwards as Mr. Orange then set his targets on a boy. A yell filled Cain's ears as the giant tore the boy's arm off its very sockets. His hazel eyes widened. This guy was sick! He gritted his teeth, staring deep at the giant.
Where the hell was Matrim? Well, whatever he was planning to do, it was going to involve blowing shit up. That meant that Cain would have to get out of here, fast. And there, right in front of him, was a large concrete slab that had dug deep into the tiled floor, sticking upwards now. A make-shift cover. Cain dragged himself forward on three limbs, placing himself behind the concrete shield.
He glanced over at the edge of the wall, watching as Mr. Orange then proceeded to power bomb Stu into the ground. This guy was insane. How could he find so many, and still be standing, much less be undamaged. At this rate, this giant was going to decimate every single one of them. Cain let out a yelp, grabbing then a piece of debris in front of him. Tossing it over the top of the make-shift wall, he aimed to let it land on Mr. Orange, distracting him enough to allow Matrim more time to prepare.
Hurry the fuck up, Matrim.
Cain stayed behind the concrete wall, waiting for the explosion, which he hoped would come soon.
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James Everwood
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Post by James Everwood on May 6, 2009 16:38:04 GMT -5
"James, Come on. Can you stand? We need to get you to the doctor's. Prima di รจ troppo recente..." Sam said and James looked up, his one eyes vision blurred from pain and blood loss. She had a shirt pressed against his wound. His left hand pressed back against lockers as he was about to be pushed into a standing position but another girl showed up, and she took her shirt off as well.
"Usually this part of the dream includes me having all my limbs...." He said to himself as she picked him up into a firemans carry.
"Sam, use your good arm to help keep him up. Come on, sorella, we gotta bail. And I'll be damned if I'm leaving without you and your boy here. You're calling 911 - or getting him to Clavering - as soon as we get out of this shithole."
"Let's....let's get out of here quickly... if he does that thing again, and with the state of the buildings structurally it could very well collapse inward.... someone should pull the fire alarm on the way out.... evacuate.......the....."
James was out cold from blood loss. Setting him down and all that? He would be out for, completely.
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Post by Trizen Takano on May 6, 2009 19:02:11 GMT -5
Trizen was seeing the aftermath of everything. He was upset and that a hard state to get the sophomore in. Trizen saw when Mr. Orange carelessly ripped the arm off James and that was certainly the final straw. Sam and Tash were helping him out while the others were trying to make their mark or leave. Though as much as he was upset, Trizen did not want to give away his position. His surprise in vantage. The boy had speed and momentum on his side, and with this in mind, he knew Mr. Orange would not catch the coming rain. Pulling both sides slightly, there was a little tear in the middle. The cart was beside him with three other bags of flour ready to go.
'We can't wait anymore. It's now or never Matrim!'
Trizen Takano tossed the bag down with all his might which would allow it to slam directly behind Mr. Orange. Taking a second bag, he tossed harder than he had the first one which landed in front of the Orange dude. The third would land on Orange's left side.
To ensure the final bag's destination, the raven-haired boy held the bag over his head, pulled it slightly like he had with the others, then jumped from the second floor down. On his way down, he tossed down the bag as hard as he possibly could to land at Orange's right side. The young one would land on top of Mr. Orange's shoulders then sunk to Mr. Orange's back to try and hold him. If Mr. Orange moved, he would assume to attack Trizen if anything. If he didn't attack Trizen, the boy would do his best to make Orange stay put.
"MATRIM! DO IT!"
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Matrim Gallagher
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on May 6, 2009 20:22:14 GMT -5
IGNITION
Hands and feet ignited in flame as Matrim kept calm, he hadn't been caught up in the blast given his distance but rather was by Thirteen when Trizen did what he did, after seeing all Orange had done, seeing all the fighters get dragged away... Trizen was brave to be there, with all the flour. Matrim was tempted to save the boy who had his arm ripped off and cauterize the wound but all he could think about was Aternity. Perhaps he'd give his old friend a call in regards to hooking a brother up, or maybe he'd just let it slide.
"MATRIM! DO IT!"
"That's our que Aurora, light up the can and fire away! Once things go boom I'll go in and make sure Orange is finished...." Matrim said and then he said, "Trizen....... you better live......"
Hopefully the blast from the explosion when Thirteen started it would blast Trizen away from Orange. Luckily, Orange seemed to be a rather efficient statue in terms of staying still. The explosion wouldn't move him an inch most likely. The main point was that when all the bags hit ground, they poofed. Flour from all the bags going into the air as a result of Trizen's own strength, the bags tearing and clouding the area.
(OOC: Qi Info Constitution: 92 [-2 every other post] Charisma: 71 [-5 Cha for ignition] Posts of continuous use: 1)
(OOC: These aren't your regular 5 lbs. bags of flour either bro, they were carted over, meaning things are bigggg bags.)
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Aternity
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Post by Aternity on May 6, 2009 21:07:16 GMT -5
That was it.
However many piles Trizen and crew had poured down or slammed down or whatever, it would have to be. There was no more time, and nowhere left to go. They had to stop Orange before his bowling ball of a self destroyed the entire school. But, just for humors sake, if he had to die in anyway, this would be the way to do it. Cooked just like a chicken. Served with a side of vegetables and barbeque sauce.
Or something like that.
Thirteen pulled out that half can of hairspray she used to keep her hair behind her head. Even though she was blind, she did care a little about what she looked like, and her hair was one of the more important parts. However, said can of hairspray was now going to a good cause. Holding it up to Matrim's arm, and aiming downward into the hole, she pressed what now could be called the detonator.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
Time stopped, she lost her hearing as the entire first floor exploded in a brilliant light.
And Thirteen started to count her heart beats.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
She was still alive, and Orange...yes, Orange had been caught right in the middle of it. It was likely the floury napalm/fire had stuck to him...his Qi would have probably kept him right in the middle of it too, causing massive burns, asphyxiation from the oxygen combusting, not to mention his eardrums being totally destroyed.
Yes!
YES!
Fried chicken. Delicious.
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Post by Mr. Orange on May 6, 2009 21:59:55 GMT -5
Flour? What in the hell was going on here? Bags of it were falling from the hole in the ceiling, clouding the area in a thick haze. Were these bastards trying to plan an escape route?
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
What the- A sudden brightness- flame coming towards me. Ooooh, not good, not good, not good. I took chemistry. I knew this shit.
With a huge step, I would lunge backwards, the strange kid on my back doing nothing to stop my leap. I rejected the power of my Qi, allowing the kinetic force of the burst to send me back. The material caught to and clung against the front of my suit- something I would deal with. Licks of flame whipped my body, bringing me an odd deal of pain.
The force would cause me to land on my side, the boy on my back lucky to be uncrushed as Travis was. I struggled to rise... For once, it felt like I couldn't move...
This was impossible...
It no doubt didn't have the effect they wanted... But... This was unexpected. I stood, caring little for the kid by my side. Shit... I underestimated these little fuckers...
Enough of this... More important things had to be done... I ripped off my orange suit, dropping the burning material to the ground. Now, I stood only in a white button-up, my face red from the whips of flame.
They had won the battle... As much as I tried to avoid showing it, I couldn't keep this up...
I did have enough left in me for one more gigantic finale... I yelled to the students from across the hall, the air hard to breathe in.
"Ya'll got lucky this time, ye' hear?!" I yelled, my teeth gritting in anger. "Keep yer' damned school! Keep this shithole you seem to love so much!" I raised my arms in the air... Now, it was time to unleash my final attack...
The crazy student's shotgun blast gave me such a massive boost in kinetic energy... It was a shame I couldn't absorb the explosion without being killed... The gunshot however, was quite interesting. With a yell, I slammed my hands down to the ground, my final shockwave tearing loose... The students were almost outside my thirty foot range... But it would succeed in doing two things...
One, taking down a good portion of the structure...
and two...
The boy that had jumped on my back was just a few feet from me... I considered this revenge...
The blast would descimate the walls and the floor, chunks of matter flying everywhere. A loud shaking would begin, and with a smile, I would turn from the battle, walking out the door nearby. I would turn behind me to see a portion of the school falling apart... The holes placed in all the floors only encouraged the breakdown...
Those kids were going to need to haul ass if they wanted to survive... and meanwhile, I would walk calmly to the parking lot, towards my Hummer, knowing no student would be dumb enough to come after me... To reach me, they'd have to run directly through ground zero, past the portion of falling building, AND chase me down...
It was over. Yes, I lost... But I would have another time. As I drove away, The Devil Went Down to Georgia played from my speakers loudly...
Live to fight another day.
OOC- STR of the shockwave is 500.
OOC- Orange is now out of the quest. Everyone make a final post detailing your escape from the falling structure. Approximately a full sixth of the school is crumbling.
OOC- Rewards will be given out only after aftermath posts. Thank you for playing.
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THE Justin
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Post by THE Justin on May 6, 2009 22:12:44 GMT -5
Stu watched by looking around the corner pillar. He saw the flame, and had to duck around the post so as not to get hit by it. People were fleeing the school before that final shockwave, but Stu knew that this last shockwave was mostly his fault.
And he knew it was coming.
He watched as the people streamed out. He wanted to help the one armed boy, but it seems like most people were helping him. Stu grabbed as his ribs, feeling jumbled inside.
And then the shockwave.
He was sent reeling, even though he had braced himself against the pillar. He wasn't directly hit, but was swept down the hallway. He groggily got to his feet as plaster began falling down, barely able to see. He checked for the shotgun, and securing it, began stumbling towards the door.
He faintly heard some country music, and he grimaced.
Fuck that asshole.
He walked out the door, not looking for anyone else. His friends were either out, or not here... He hoped.
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