003A-EVENT School's A Breeze

[FATE]

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[haiden]

[style=font-family: impact; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #000000; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-right: -100px; opacity: 0.8;]you make me feel so[/style]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px arial; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;]As Haiden starts abandoning the lockers she was standing beside, she roams around the school. A harsh breeze was still felt, and was quite surprised to see the strength of the breeze softly open the doors. Her converse shoes (a cat and a dog was painted on them) hardly made a sound as she walked on the tile floor. Over-sized jeans drag, showing torn and dirty fabric at the end that she most likely stepped on, or just started to lose strength from all the dragging. An ebony hood went over her head, making her light chocolate locks lie in front of her. But when she turns into the gym, she does a small sigh, remembering the times of trying to hide under the bleachers, trying not to be spotted by the harsh coach and the disgusting sweat. As she walks on the smooth ground, she could still hear the whistling of the harsh blowing wind. Just as she was about to turn around and leave the deserted place, a sharp crack is heard above her head. When her gaze looks up to the ceiling, she saw a spreading crack. A gasp escapes her open mouth as the ceiling comes tumbling down. An ear-piercing scream is made by Haiden as she dives out of the way. Next thing she knows is the ceiling down on the ground. Curled into a ball in a corner, Haiden used her hood to block herself from the temporary dirty air. When she gets up, she coughs into the crook of her elbow. Why couldn't it have happened after she was outside? Now she was terrified, unsure of what would happen next since this happened. There, in the corner of the wall, she remains silent. Not knowing if she should take action or wait for help to arrive. But being, Haiden, she preferred to wait and see what would happen. (notes: ugh, sorry for the wip, I've been busy with school lately and forgot I still had it up.)[/style]

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[WILLIS HAILDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]A bruised Willis coughed hard as he attempted to peer through the residual dust cloud that resulted when part of the gymnasium caved in on him. He had decided to duck into the gym in order to escape the sudden gale that had threatened to blow away his bag (and Arthur along with it) on his way to the main entrance. As it turned out, it was a bad choice. One that had very nearly caused him his life. Not for the first time, he was thankful for the reflexes that he had developed through the rigorous training as a free-runner. A small trail of blood trickled down from a wound where a (mercifully) small piece of rubble had hit him. Wincing slightly at the pain, he made to stand. What meager light left in the day pierced through the dust, providing adequate illumination as he surveyed the surroundings from his now-higher vantage point. His heart sank as he realized that the gargantuan mound of rubble blocked the entrance exit to the gym. His first thoughts? The terror he encountered in the fortune-teller shop too short a time ago. "Calm down," he told himself. This was his school; his territory, and not some haunted shop in Chinatown. Suddenly remembering his feline buddy, the youth quickly fumbled for his bag. Fortunately, the kitten was unharmed. To his utter bewilderment, the kitten was curled up in the bottom of his schoolbag...souond asleep! How on earth was Arthur able to sleep through all that?! No matter. That was, at the very least, one less thing he would have to worry about. Now to find a way out of this mess. Although from what he could make out, being outside didn't seem like a very pleasant prospect either. Was it just him, or was the wind picking up speed outside? Was that even possible? The question brought to mind a companion of his from his Chinatown adventure: Nathan. The purple-haired photographer had come away from that event with some odd ability to manipulate wind. Perhaps there was someone er... something similar to him here? Although he was reluctant to admit the intrusion to the only place he had (just until a few minutes ago) considered to be his personal sanctuary. But then, after that experience, he couldn't discount the possibility. As he became more aware of his surroundings, Willis realized that he wasn't alone. There were a few others with him, although he found that he could not recognize any of their faces, save for... "Chris~!" he called out in surprise. "What in heaven's name are you doing here?" His bewilderment faded into a facade of suspicion. "You... don't happen to have anything to do with all this, do you?" [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • fate, Haiden, Chris and both assassins >.>     WORDS • here     MUSIC • here NOTES • sorry for jumping the gun, but I think you've held up the thread long enough. coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]

[LUKAS MADELEINE]

 

What he'd expected to find after he'd told Rayna to get out her gun and follow him ('Look, the plan doesn't matter right now, something's wrong, come on') was Italian thugs. They'd managed to skulk down a hall before the bizarre phenomenon began. At first, he'd been convinced his being on edge was making him hear things...nevertheless he followed the lead of said happenings. Looking back later, he would rather wish he'd been a smart lad and left well enough alone. What was done was done, however, and there was little he could do but work to keep himself alive for the next several minutes when the disaster decided to strike.

Nothing like having a ceiling dropped on your head, he supposed, all while supernatural bullcrap swirled around in the very air. At first he was convinced it was all a very elaborate setup...then he realized few people would be creative enough or insane enough to make up something so elaborate to scare off a rival gang. Really now. He'd seen a lot in his day, but even that, he knew, was way beyond a possibility. He could come up with no logical explinatinion, to be entirely honest. It was at this point he decided he should have called in sick today...except, you know. Hired killers didn't get sick days. Unless maybe they got shot back. And even then you were likely to be told to suck it up.

'Who the shit spiked my coffee?' No, he couldn't keep his train of thought coherent and normal, considering they'd just had a ceiling dropped on them by some unseen force. He'd tried several logistics – faulty structure, that there was a seen force but apparently he'd somehow...MISSED something being enough to almost take down a building...or someone spiked something. Or maybe he was dreaming. Either way he did know his arm hurt - he'd thrown himself against a wall in his desperate flee to avoid the rubble, and his shoulder was none too pleased with him.

Even when the dust was kicked up, his hand went to the holster that still held his firearm against his chest, reassuring himself his weapon was still there. He could feel the pressure against his calves from the ones concealed there, as well. Okay, he himself was mostly intact. His shoulder was going to be bitching at him for a good few long hours, but he was otherwise fine. Next on the checklist then. “Ray, you alive?” he asked tentatively, just loud enough to be heard over the muffled sounds of coughing, vague sounds of misery, and the continuous crumbling and sliding of the roof still settling where it fell in.

As soon as he was assured the blonde was indeed still breathing, he started to size up the others that had been here when everything started happening at once. As soon as his vision allowed it, one glance over all of them told him one thing. Kids. Why were there kids...okay this was a school, but why was there...anyone besides potential competition here? He decided to leave it lay, however – now was not the time to bother with trivial things, and he figured it was in his best interests to...feign concern with these others. He smelled a lot of trouble coming to them, and regardless of what this really was, meat shields – especially ones who felt more inclined to help you because you 'helped' them – were never to be turned away, kids or no. Putting on his usual airs likely wouldn't come out as smoothly as normal, even he knew this – but beggars couldn't be choosers.

“Hey.” he moved out enough from his spot against the darkened wall so he could be seen, eyeing the other figures with an almost casual concern. “You kids okay, as well?” He paused, his eyes darting around the area quickly, before adding “Because if you are, we may want to move. Or we won't be for very long. The rest of that ceiling will probably come down.” 'Or potentially worse...all things considered.'

WORDS!: 682     NOTES!: This is crap and disjointed BUT IT'S DONE!

[RAYNA KELLER]

 

It had taken a moment to really get into her head of what had happened. She remembered following Lukas into the building, right behind him. He had ordered her to pull out her gun, something he never had to ask twice. She had grabbed only one of her two guns, leaving the other in it's holster. As she had followed Lukas she was sure that she felt off, as if something bad was about to happen, boy was she right. Out of no where the wind started to pick up and before they knew it they were in the school's gym.

The next process of events happen in flashes, a man, wind, the ceiling falling down and darkness. Rayna remember coughing, a sharp pain and her name being called all before she had been able to open her eyes once again. The blast, or whatever it was had pushed Rayna hard into a wall, that was where the sharp pain was from. She hadn't broken anything but the wind was painfully forced out of her lungs. She never did answer Lukas, but her moments should have been enough to let him know that she was still alive.

She braced her hands on the wall and pulled herself up the best she could, looking over herself she noticed that her gun was missing. Great after all that she was going to lose one of her favorite guns. With a glance to the floor she smiled and picked up a black item, it was her gun. Good so it hadn't of gotten far, though it was wet, but with what? She waited for her eyes to focus with the little light they were given and she sighed. It wasn't much but there was blood on the handle.

She checked herself over and found out that not only did she have a small cut on her cheek but her right hand was bleeding. Not much but it must have been when she was tossed back. Luckily for her a gun could be held in either hand, for now she would hold it in her left. The cut wasn't bad but she wasn't going to hold anything in that hand till she had a better look at it, probably make sure there weren't any glass in it.

Rayna's ears focused on Lukas she he noticed that there were kids with them, oh great so now they not only had themselves to worry about but kids too. Didn't matter the kids could be used as good distraction tools. While Lukas was busy rounding up the children Rayna made a move to where the only exit left was. The door was pretty much on it's last hinge. She hissed as she used her cut hand to pull out her cell phone to get a better look beyond the door.

The hallway was dark but she could make out a few room doors, maybe she would be able to find a way out threw one of those, or at least something to wrap her hand with. All she knew what that they had to move, like now. She made sure the hall was clear, from what she could see, before turning back to Lukas and the kids. "If you want to live you better get your asses moving this way. We'll shack up somewhere a little more stable, maybe." Rayna really didn't know how the rest of the building was holding up, but the gym was no place to stay.

At least no while that thing was still in it, Rayna wanted to hope that the ceiling fell on whatever made the wind, but since she could still hear the wind she was guessing no. It has been a man right? This was just odd, Rayna wasn't allowed to believe that on person could do all this, maybe it was C4 or some really good trip. Whatever it was the trained killer wasn't going to wait to find out.

WORDS¿: 6xx    TAG¿: whoever is the last of the five?    NOTES¿: Sorry for the wait.

[CHRISTOPHER AEGIS]

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[FATE]

 

 

There is still an odd wind swirling around the gym. As everyone is safe and sound for the most part in this group, the strange man standing next to the rubble from the ceiling slowly turns to stare at the group. Eyes ablaze with a burning fire of hate, he lets out a resounding scream that sounds more like a guttural growl. Suddenly, the wind picks up violently once again, throwing debris around the gym. Loud cracking can be heard as more of the ceiling begins to fall, causing more dust to be whipped about.

It's quite obvious that this man is going to attack them in a split second if they waste too much time in the gym. Either they run out of the gym and into the dark hall, or they stay to be attacked by this malicious man. The former choice being the best one for the moment.

Should anyone trigger, Fate will post once again. The posting order resumes with Haiden.

 

[haiden]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px arial; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;]Dazed, and confused, Haiden remained where she was. As her vision became clearer, four other bodies came into view. Three boys and a girl. Quickly she noticed two had a gun and became nervous. To her, violence wasn't the answer to everything, or anything. Haiden's a peaceful girl who's supposed to have a peaceful life. After rubbing her eyes, she feels something grab her wrist. A boy with ebony hair had pulled her into his grasp as he pulled her out of the gym. Quickly she runs after him, alert. Not wanting anything falling on her. But she could just barely notice a human on the other side of the debris. She would've gotten a better look at him, or her, if she weren't moving. But getting out of there is the best decision. When she got out, she softly takes her arm back. Her brown eyes became large, terrified. Wondering what the hell was going on here. Then feels a buzz come from her bag. Maybe she had some bars on her cell so she could call for help. But then she lays eyes on a beautiful necklace. When she pulls it out and into her palm, she saw an odd-looking symbol on it and blinks. If her life wasn't in any harm, she'd take the time to look at it. But for now, she just puts it around her neck and hides it under her jacket. Her hands were then stuffed into the pockets of her hooded sweater. Then she turns towards the boy who pulled her out does a soft smile, "Um... thanks for, pulling me out. Guess I was petrified for a moment there. Er, I'm Haiden." Then she looked back at the floor, letting her curled bangs fall in front of her face. Apparently everyone knew each other, while Haiden was just surrounded by strangers. She'll most likely be a fly on the wall. Or a lost puppy following them and not saying anything. Just an annoying bug splattered on the window of a car. Then she leans on a nearby wall while everyone talked. What good will she do when she's not even needed?[/style]

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[WILLIS HAILDEN]

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[FATE]

 

 

HAIDEN HAS TRIGGERED SOMETHING

As the girl hung the necklace around her neck, the wind elemental had a sort of gleeful look on his face. He had thought it would have been harder to find the broach, but evidently the little human girl helped him find it. He let out a deep laugh as the other figures escaped the gym. Seeing no use to be in the gym, the strange figure made it's way to the exit that they had taken out of the gym, and his evil red eyes gleamed with delight, as his prey ran from him. He could almost sense the fear and panic, taking it in with relish.

His eyes focused on the girl. It was as though she were inviting him to attack. As he got more excited, the whirling wind surround him picked up furiously, probably drawing more attention to him. But who was he to care? He blasted the wind towards the girl, completely ignoring the others, perhaps whisking them out of the way. The girl was the target, and he'd deal with the others later. As the wind connected to the girl, the broach hanging from her neck was knocked loose, rolling to the feet of some other figure. The wind carried her like a rag doll, propelling her to one of the walls. The howling of the wind didn't even mask the sickening crack of the girl's skull. There was blood, but moreover, death seemed to emanate through the corridor now.

Posting order resumes with Lukas. Fate will post if anyone triggers anything else.