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Post by Valentine on Jun 17, 2012 12:03:05 GMT -6
 I-don't:know-anymore PM | New York Presbyterian Hospital
The status of the hospital was becoming nothing short of a disaster. The gurney collision in the lobby center had been cleaned up correctly, nurses and technicians scrambling in a whirl of excitement to scoop the screaming patients off of the floor. Jane hurried alongside one of the gurneys strapping an oxygen mask back over the mouth of the male student, looking over at the other victim to make sure that order was being restored.
The girl was out of control. She was one of the other students that Jane had seen at the site of the mob fight, and just as she opened her mouth to give the nurse a suggestion, the student jerked up to latch her teeth onto the distracted woman's hand. The nurse's shriek of pain echoed and bounced, mingling with the rest of the cries in the wing they had wheeled into. Her immediate response was to start smacking the student in the face until she was detained by the other nurse aiding her--meanwhile, Jane's hands were on the student's jaw.
For a few moments, nothing happened. As soon as she tried prying the girl's jaw open with her fingers, Jane felt her muscles spam in resistance. Her first real wave of exhaustion left her arms feeling hollow and useless, abruptly shaking her focus as the nurse continue to shriek with pleas for help. Suddenly her usually strong fingers were no better than twigs tossed at a charging rhinoceros.
Jane's nostrils flared then, her eyes gleaming with the strain of effort and then glazing over slowly with a self-imposed calm. She understood that her body was fighting her at the same time that the crazed student's two hundred pounds of jaw biting pressure was. After a moment's pause she collected herself, and with a furious rip of a scream she yanked the girl's jaw open to free the nurse's hand. The woman's appendage came away streaming blood over the girl, the gurney, and the floor as she cried and cradled it in her scrubs.
The gurneys were wheeled away. Jane let someone else take the hysterical nurse away for first aid, staring down at her hands for a tiny reflective period of kicking herself before rushing back to her original task of treating Bram Dennison.
Upon return to his room, Jane was immensely grateful to see that the firefighter had indeed carried out her request to take the ice bags back to Royce. She closed the door quietly and felt herself being greeted by her partner staring at the new blood on her hands and uniform, but shook her head before he could start on any questions. After washing and sanitizing her hands she took to Bram's bedside while Royce updated her instead.
"Thank you for your help, sir," she said as she directed her jade eyes to the firefighter across the room, who looked a little dazed; and then to mister Mason next to him. "So he's not awake yet...damn."
Royce's smile had waned over the course of the night. "I've done everythin' in protocol, and still no response. We may need to let someone else watch him and move on to another case."
With a sigh she nodded, but leaned over the officer to check him over anyway. As soon as she focused on him she started, realizing that the man's eyes were open and staring at her. "Mister Dennison! I'm very glad to see you're conscious," she told him, feeling the first hint of relief since they got the call earlier. "You're a--relatively speaking--lucky man. Your cuts and bruises aren't severe, and the fact that you're awake should mean the concussion you sustained isn't as bad as was suspected." She tried to give him her best smile, readjusting an ice bag over his forehead.
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 17, 2012 13:10:14 GMT -6
As Jane leaned over the hospital bed, looking over Bram, there was a certain, disquieting feeling in the room. Vincent, in his seeming stupor and shock, looked about the room, terrified of the faceless Royce on the other side of the room. He spotted a larger pair of surgical shears laying on a bedside cart.
Panicking, the fireman sauntered toward Royce and Jane, gently grabbing the shears from the table, shifting them to his right hand. He began sweating and tensing up. His breaths became more shallow, and his eyes widened, the veins literally bursting with an unnatural level of stress.
When he was within a mere five feet of Royce, the veteran EMT looked up at the last possible moment, only to scream:"JANE!"
Vincent launched himself at Royce, plunging the shears toward his face, but instead catching the man's defending hand. Before Jane had a chance to react, Avery had knocked Royce off his feet, into the wall, and then to the hard tile floor. The impact produced an air-splitting crack as his skull fractured.
Avery was on top of Royce, plunging the shears in and out of the man's face and neck as both screamed in terror.
Notice: NPC Avery is now attacking NPC Royce. If immediate action is not taken to stop Avery, Royce will surely die.
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 17, 2012 14:13:59 GMT -6
New York Presbyterian Hospital: Emergency Ward
2111 Hours
Bram Dennison
“I'm gonna' guess that's good news.” Despite his apparent lack of injury, Bram couldn't help but mind the impressive levels of pain that agitated his body. What's more, his clothing was still soaked with blood and alcohol, with the former not all being his. But he wasn't particularly in a state to resolve the issue.
He blinked his eyes, hard, a few times, trying to wet them. He encountered some burning at some of the blood spattered across his face dribbled onto the glossy surface of the sclera as his flesh moved. For a brief moment, the world had a red tone cast over it. It quickly disappeared after a few respondent blinks though.
Just as he was acclimating himself to the relative calm of the emergency room, Vincent attacked Royce not two feet away from Bram. Rather that stop to assess the situation, Bram made a haphazard attempt to launch himself from the bed, firing his feet (still clothed by his boots) toward Vincent in the isolated chaos.
The resulting fall went as Bram expected: painfully. Some training from both the military and the academy had taught him enough to minimize any resultant damage from the three foot drop, but the bruises on his arm still screamed as the expanded blood vessels beneath his skin pinched the already tightly-packed nerves. |
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 17, 2012 14:20:11 GMT -6
As Bram attacked Vincent, his boots successfully met the head of the insane attacker, bashing the fireman's head into the opposing wall with enough force to knock the man on his back.
However, when Bram met the ground, it caused him near paralyzing pain as several of the bruises in his arm internally burst and expanded under his skin.
Notice: Bram has successfully stopped the attack being made against Royce. However, his brash and sudden tactic have further injured him. Bram must remain in a state of agony until his next turn, and cannot defend himself from attacks until his next turn.
Bram: Action = Success + Injury (Temporary)
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Post by Valentine on Jun 17, 2012 17:16:49 GMT -6
9:12 PM | New York Presbyterian Hospital
Her lips were tight as she smiled again, making the hospital bed as comfortable as possible for him since he was conscious. She displaced a couple of the bags closer to the bruises on his arms with a curt nod. "Compared to a few factors, yes, officer-- it's pretty good news." Jane turned away for a moment to look over the clipboard hanging near the bed, filing some more details into the report. "If you need anything, you can call a nurse with that button on the right-hand side of the bed. My partner and I will need to return to--"
The peace that had settled over the room was shattered then, her ear drums exploding at the sound of her name being screamed at a blood-curdling pitch. She wheeled around to face the scene and could feel the color drain from her face at what she saw. Her mind snapped into action, screeching at her limbs to do whatever it took to prevent the firefighter from causing further harm, but for crucial moments her body wasn't listening to the signals.
By the time she was really moving, the attacker was on the floor across the room, and already starting to rise. She heard the shouts behind her as she descended on Vincent, pulling out as much energy as she could muster to render him unconscious by beating his head with the first weapon at hand: her clipboard. The sturdy piece of wood broke over his head before she would stop, but it wasn't long before doctors and nurses had spilled into the room.
The doctor from next door was pulling her off of the man, with another holding Vincent down as he continued to try and rise. Jane slipped away from them and scrambled across the room, dropping to her knees in front of her partner and friend. Her face felt frozen, staring at him as she grabbed any materials she could to press to his face and neck.
Ensure breathing. Stop the bleeding. Ensure breathing. Stop the bleeding... stop.. stop.. Her hands were being stained scarlet with his blood. Royce was there in front of her, slumped moaning and spasming against the wall. Jane could feel her fingers shaking at the amount of blood spilling from the gashes down his shirt.
No. No. No.. no no no no. Not you. Anyone but you, Royce.
She applied more pressure to the wounds with the cloths. Jane wouldn't move her hands for anything. But at least her mouth was working.
"SOMEONE! Please! Help me! Help me..."
There was too much blood. It was everywhere. Royce had gone silent, but she wouldn't move. She wouldn't leave. She would save him. She had to.
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 17, 2012 18:17:58 GMT -6
As several other doctors rushed into the room, attempting to restrain Vincent, it was made very obvious that the fall and subsequent beating by Jane had not loosened his grip on the surgical shears as he began to randomly lash out at the various bodies holding him down. Passer-byes in the hall began to shriek and scream for assistance, sending a small wave of panic and bewilderment through the immediate area.
It only took a few mindless stabs for the shears to pierce one man's hand, and then another man's chest. Then a cheek. Then someone's gut. As soon as the hysterical and insane Vincent had frightened his attackers into a retreat some distance away, he began to spout uncontrollably.
"All of you stay back from me you fucking freaks! No goddam faces! Get the fuck away from me! I swear I'll fucking kill all of you!"
As Jane cradled Royce to the side, the half-blind, bleeding man raised a shuddering hand as his butchered face and neck spurted and bubbled with blood. As his vision began to subside, becoming darker with every passing moment, Royce felt around for Jane's shoulder, eventually finding and clasping it.
The EMT seemed to be trying to find the words. Some kind of last testament to this world before he departed. Parting advice, an unspoken secret or regret. Something to make one final mark with.
But he couldn't find the strength as the air escaped through the many lacerations in his neck.
In their stead, he summoned one final, disfigured smile. The only way he could possibly identify to his closest friend "it's okay; I'm not scared."
His hand fell from her shoulder, loose, and his smile locked into place as he exhaled one final time, and that final bright light took him away.
Royce was gone.
Notice: NPC Royce Mason is now permanently dead. This event could not have been prevented.
Notice: NPC Vincent Avery is fully able to fight, and is unfazed by the attack and subsequent restraint by Jane, Bram, and the hospital staff. Two Doctors lay bleeding on the floor, and the remaining staff are slowly backing away toward the door, giving Vincent a great deal of space.
If Vincent Avery is not incapacitated, brought back to a state of sanity, or killed, he will continue to attack and kill the occupants of the room.
Notice: Bram Dennison has recovered from the brief period of extreme pain, and can now move.
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 17, 2012 18:38:11 GMT -6
New York Presbyterian Hospital: Emergency Ward
2113 Hours
Bram Dennison
Vincent's brief hack-and-slash of the ER personnel had been the only thing Bram remained consistently aware of as he resisted the urge to bite his own tongue off due to the agonizing pain brought on by the fall.
As it subsided, the officer rolled onto his back, arching it in an absurd attempt to spread the sting across his body. When he met the floor again, his eyes came to rest on the raving fireman, brandishing the shears like a short sword before the medical staff. He appeared as frightened as they did.
Regardless, his threat seemed very real. Taking into account his assault on Royce and the staff cradling their injuries on the floor, Bram recalled that he still had a perfectly good SIG P226 at his side. He acted on the thought as soon as it cam to mind, pulling the handgun out of its holster, switching off the safety, leveling the weapon out on Vincent's relatively close head, and pulling the trigger. |
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 17, 2012 18:47:36 GMT -6
Bram made a clean shot at his close range. The round penetrated Vincent's temple on the right side of his head, and exited on left, causing his cranium to burst. Brain matter and skull plastered the opposing wall and floor.
And then Vincent, instead of falling to the floor, turned his head, and looked to Bram, who responded by firing a second, third, and fourth shot at the assailant. The second grazed the top of his skull, with the third and forth hitting Vincent's forehead and destroying the frontal lobe almost entirely, this time killing, or at least eliminating the muscle functions of, Vincent. The man's body collapsed to the floor, lifelessly.
Notice: NPC Vincent Avery is now permanently dead. Bram's successful dispatch of the assailant resulted in his demise.
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Post by Midnight Visitor on Jun 18, 2012 19:37:29 GMT -6
Dean Grayson
"W o m a n - h a n d l e r" The sound of flesh ripping apart, of sinew being sloughed from bone, was all that punctuated his hearing. It was all he could focus on as his baby blues watched a fellow man being devoured by something he couldn’t even describe. It was appalling to say the least.
Dean felt like gagging but held it off by placing a hand over his mouth. Instead, a prickly sensation, like a million bugs crawling under his skin, slowly engulfed him as his disgust rocketed. Those undulating creatures, similar to worms, had him backpedaling on all-fours until he was level with that infuriating woman. For all he was worth, he blamed her for their current situation.
Fight of flight? Fight or flight? Fight or flight? Why was he even contemplating this?! It took Dean no time to scramble to his feet and turn towards the woman with a furious rage in his eyes. Parted lips bellied his screaming intent before he was reminded that they needed to get the hell out of there. Space, that’s what they needed: to put as much space between them and these things. He could always yell at her later (if they ever got out of this mess).
Dean grabbed her hand in a crushing grip before sprinting off down the length of the car. He couldn’t understand why his first reaction was to grab her. In fact, his head kept telling him to leave her ass—just let her die; she would slow those things down if he just left her behind. But he couldn’t manage to release her clammy hand; couldn’t manage to even look at her as he attacked the much smaller door at the end of the car. Dean squeezed his bulk through the gap between the door and frame before dragging the woman after him. He was hoping the other people in the car would be sufficient distraction as he pushed the door closed. Dean then motioned upwards to the woman with a bob of his chin, hoping she would figure out that they needed to get to higher ground.
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Post by Thoren on Jun 19, 2012 22:48:30 GMT -6
The flesh, the flesh of Richie, the look and sound...Caterina realized that her friend was beyond saving and she had probably doomed herself and the man that had helped her all along. She felt like shit, she had ignored her gut, she shouldn't have opened their only form of a safe house from the horror outside.
Suddenly, Caterina felt as if her arm was being jerked out of her socket as the young man pulled her away from the open door and to the other end of the car. She looked back as he stopped to pry the door open to the next car, Richie was still trying to get in, seeing nothing else to do, Caterina chucked her bag at the thing that was Richie before and yelped as the young man yanked her through the opening and shutting the door behind her after she got through. When he finished, the man nodded to her and signaled to the hatch above them; the teacher looked at him and nodded in response and quickly slipped out of her high heels.
Quickly acting, Caterina used the man as a ladder and reached for the switch to the hatch; once open the woman pushed herself up and sat on the edge. Knowing for what she was looking for, Caterina shoved the emergency ladder down before positioning herself over the open hatch so that she was laying over it and she could hang her right arm down to her partner while bracing herself with her other limbs on the roof of the subway car. Caterina knew that the man could have left her there slow down the worms, but he took her with him anyway, and she wasn't going to let his decision bite him in the ass. "Climb up! I'll help you up if you need it!" [/color] |
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 20, 2012 15:08:49 GMT -6
Notice: Dean and Caterina successfully evaded the beast, and made it into the opposing train car. However, as they failed to close the door on their way in, they are still in eminent danger. They must escape the train car within the next turn (Dean and Caterina's turn) to survive and/or escape together.
Reminder: Try to wait for mod posts. Love you too. Thank you for being into it.
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Post by Midnight Visitor on Jun 25, 2012 18:34:17 GMT -6
Dean Grayson
L a d d e r Dean grunted under the sudden weight on his shoulders. It seemed the woman was finally being helpful, although he certainly didn’t approve of her touching him without his express permission. But, hey, what was he going to do? He ignored the sudden itch to roll his shoulders (which would probably send the woman crashing down on her ass—a funny thought indeed). Instead, he watched the gaping door of the car for any signs of the worm-like creatures. None yet, but he was going to start swearing up and down if the woman didn’t hurry the eff up.
Dean’s shoulders suddenly ached with relief when the weight was removed. Looking up, his blue eyes watched the woman as she held a hand out to aid him in his own escape. Ignoring it, his calloused hands grabbed onto the nearest pole and used it to get closer to the hatch. Biceps suddenly bulging in his jacket, Dean pulled himself up and onto the car’s metallic roof with a grunt.
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 26, 2012 10:43:59 GMT -6
Notice: Dean and Caterina successfully escaped the immediate danger presented by the train.
To escape the subway, they may find a surface access ladder along the ceiling. There are three of them in the immediate vicinity. One thirty meters to the rear, another twenty to the front, and a third on the far side of the adjacent, oncoming tunnel.
Two of the access points open into the street. One of them opens into the sidewalk above. There is not telling what is in store for them in the world above.
Fun Fact: If Dean had grabbed Caterina's arm and used it for support in his climb out of the car, her positioning and his weight would have cause Caterina's arm to be dislocated or broken. (Good Call).
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Post by Valentine on Jun 28, 2012 21:16:49 GMT -6
New York Presbyterian Hospital
With every haggard breath came more blood to further drench the immediate area. The warmth of the liquid on her hands was a cruel deception to the chill that descended on Jane's heart as she pressed them with all desperation to Royce's wounds. Her fingertips could feel the beat of his heart wane rapidly, slowing the last few moments to a crawl and making her own thud harder against her ribcage. Something fretted about in her mind and left her senses useless except for the ability to kneel there and watch her closest friend lose his life.
Nothing was registering. Everything had been blurred and smudged about her vision from the welling tears, but she was certain that for a few moments she was still trying to stop a corpse from bleeding. The dead man returned a milky gaze and an infernally comforting smile that would burn itself to the back of her eyelids forever.
Just a moment later, the world fell in shards around her and cracked her conscious back into reality by way of four small explosions. Jane fell away from Royce and threw herself against the adjacent floor cabinets in alarm, her fingers closing on a scalpel in reflex as she took in the ensuing events. She distinctly recalled hearing many voices filling the room just before but now only one nurse stood staring and frozen at the door.
This changed as hospital security and more nurses scrambled into the room, descending upon the two dead men and demanding answers that Jane couldn't give them. Her mind was elsewhere--and as it struggled with itself to comprehend the situation, she switched herself on autopilot and drug herself to kneel next to officer Dennison, silently refusing to look at her hands as the bodies were taken from the room.
Jane dropped the scalpel back to the linoleum tile floor with a clatter of noise and shoved away anyone that tried to address her. Only one person could be of any help to her, and with this thought she raised her head to look at Bram and speak. "If... anything makes sense to you, please. Share."
She blinked and she saw his face, but her emotions had already burned to cinders.
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Post by The Arbiter on Jun 29, 2012 9:11:03 GMT -6
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