Marcel gets shot; big-ass brawl

Djin: ((hmmm))

Ravyn: ((Just in case anyone doesn't know the descrip, I'm posting it now.))

Ravyn: A simple red neon sign illuminates the large double wooden doors that lead into the Seraphim's Tears. Once inside, a small room greets you, thumping softly with the bass from within. Obviously, the club proper has been well soundproofed. In this room, you will be carded, and the doorman does know what a fake ID looks like. Once the cover charge is paid, another set of double wooden doors opens and you enter the bar proper. To your left, the bar. Made of a large block of Fully stocked, and ready to make anything you choose, the prices are surprisingly reasonable for New York. Try the Seraphim's Kiss, a strange mix of alcohols that will alter your state of conciousness, get you drunk if you want to be vulgar about it. To the right, a series of semi-private booths for anyone who wants to "try" and carry on a conversation in here. Directly ahead, across a large dance floor is the DJ stand, easily transformed into a stage for live acts. Along the back wall is a series of tables, for when one gets tried of braving the mosh pit that passes for a dance floor here. The centerpiece of the club is the large dance floor, lit from above, it is second only to the music as the reason people come here. The crowd is easily described, rockers. Leather, jeans, tattoos and bad attitudes abound here. But, trouble rarely happens due to the fact that the crowd understands one another and is content that it has a place that they fit in. Ocassionally, one will find someone who does not fit in to the normal "look" of the crowd, but all are welcome here as long as you follow the simple house rules posted inside the waiting room in front. "Have fun, enjoy the music, stay cool. Anyone causing trouble will be forcibly removed from the premises." Apparently trouble is a relative term here. The decor inside is simple, walls painted in a simple charcoal grey, the wall over the bar is painted with a large mural of a chinese dragon, done in blues, greens, and purples, while the wall over the booths is painted with a mural of a phoenix, done in reds, yellows, and oranges. Both murals have their own subtle lighting which leaves it partially in shadows, teasing the viewers imagination

Ravyn: Music: If it rocks, it plays. From Slipknot, Godsmack, and Dope to Breaking Benjamin and Shinedown, all kinds of rock plays. Metallica and Megadeath to Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson, anything with a good beat and a hard driving guitar. Techno plays from time to time, but one will never hear R&B, Rap, or "Dance mixes" here. Usually run by a DJ, from time to time a good local band will play during the week. At this time, the owner is trying to line up some larger bands to play the room.

Djin: *the lady came in, doing the 'visible' entrance, wearing actually 'daring' cloths, which consist on a black, hugging corset with samely black pants, and platform boots, her hair lose, faint makeup on, that helps to make the exotic Arabaina beatur a sight to behold*http://www.geocities.com/furygodess/Djin.jpg

Anjou: *tonight, a long black leather jacket that looks as if she swiped it from her boyfriend hides her outfit until she gets inside. once there, the jacket is removed to display a simple purple satin bra partially obscured by a purple leace tanktop, over a short black pleated skirt in vinyl. boyshorts that match the bra can be seen if she bends a certain way. her hair is slicked back with glittered gel, and her eyes are enhanced by thick black liner and neon lavendar shadow. her lips and cheeks are painted very pale. knee-high shitkickers complete the outfit. she strides into the club, looking around herself cheerfully*

Ravyn: It's a busy night tonight, like always, as the up-and-coming club looks to be making some waves in the night scene in Midtown Manhattan these days. The owner is out on business, but security is as strong as ever, and you still get the impression that someone is looking down through the glass wal from the main office.

Celest Aston: Celest wanders in nodding to the bouncer as he opens the door for her. Wearing a black leather mini skirt that showa idd hust how long her legs are. A black corset top to sccentuate the look of her body in all of it's glory. Her hair is up piled in such a way that it looks like it's gonna fall down when she moves but it doesen't. A pair of leather boots and a leather jacket finishes off her outfit.

Djin: *she moves in, ignoring any look she may cause, moving along, siletnly letting her eyes roam*

Anjou: *perches on a stool at the bar, looking around cheerfully, head nodding lightly to the heavy thump of the music*

Celest Aston: Heads to the bar to get herself a warm up drink before moving to the dance floor. At the bar she orders a vodka on the rocks.

Djin: *and so she moves to the bar, merely taking seat there, as she seems to idly write something on a mapkin at pass it to the tender, still quite ... ignoring ... any atentiong she might cause, her eyes just scanning*

Ravyn: The bartender serves Celest up with a quick smile, then moves on. He's having a pretty hectic night tonight, it would appear.

Anjou: *orders a simple glass of ice water and nods quietly to Celest from several seats away*

Celest Aston: Smiles and pays the tender with a nice tip as well. Taking a sip she looks at her fellow bar mates and smiles at Anjou.

Celest Aston: Moves over to Anj."Hello again....how are you doing?"

Anjou: wonderful, Celest! *smiles warmly* yourself? you do look lovely tonight.

Djin: *she regards those near her, quietly, back to regard the place*

Anjou: *offers Djin a smile, but leaves the quiet one alone*

Celest Aston: "Takes a sip of her drink and nods"Good good, and thanks. How do you like the place...I haven't seen you around here much."

Ravyn: The bartender pauses at Djin, looking at her a moment, and picks up the napkin, reading it.

Djin -> Ravyn: ((*giggles* is jsut an order for a drink.. well one must pretend...))

Celest Aston: Smiles and nods to Djin her memory on who that is comew back.

Djin: *she just looks at the bartended as he looks at her, awaiting*

Anjou: *chuckles* i've been quite busy. new series i'm working on. *shrugs lightly* i do like it, though--Alec did a marvelous job! *wistful sigh* too bad he's not here tonight.

J August: ::J gets through the line and casually pulls out his ID for the doorman. The guy looks at it, frowns at him, looks at it closer, and finally hands it back and nods him inside. He strides straight in (black cargo pants, dusty grey tanktop under an unbottoned long white silk shirt with open cuffs, beaten-up white-and-grey sneakers, his hair left shaggy and untouched) and around the busy dance floor, depositing himself at the bar and getting a good look around the room while he waits for the bartender::

Djin: *and then regards Celest for a moment, before giving one nod*

J August: 3,6,4,

J August: ((vampvision poops out... frig.))

Ravyn: The bartender nods to Djin and makes her a drink, slinding it across the bar to her.

Djin: *and finally offers a small smile and a nod to the bartended, retrieving the drink*

Anjou: mmm, i wonder how many people we know are here tonight? *chuckles softly*

Celest Aston: "Yeah Alec did a wonderful job on the place, he has been one busy man lately."Looks around the place" there is such a big crowd here and I just got here so I don't know."

J August: ::When the bartender comes, he orders a double of Jack Daniels and turns around, leaning his back against the bar and watching the dancers on the floor::

Anjou: *nods* same here. *chuckles* we must've wealked in on each other's heels!

Djin: *and with the drink she turns, to regard the place, her eyes just scanning, a small smile playing by her lips*

Djin -> Ravyn: ((and well is just gonna see who is with whom and whom any vamps could be here))

Steven Thompson: He walks in, a man in his mid-to-late 20's. He looks fairly scruffy, in that "I can't be bothered with shaving" kind of way. His hair ends midway down his neck, and is a dirty blonde. He's dressed in a military jacket over a black turtleneck and matching cargo pants.

Steven Thompson: ((Sory, Djin, spaced on your color. :P))

Celest Aston: Laughs "We must have." finishes off her drink and set's the empty glass on the bar."I am going to go and danck, would you like to join me?"

Djin: ((*giggles* don't worry!!))

Anjou: sure! *cheerfully offers the tender a $20 to watch her coat--so nice of Alec to teach her that trick! and gets up, setting her glass of water down on the bar, untouched*

Ravyn: The bartender passes J over his double Jack before moving on.

Djin: *a galnce to J and back to watch the crowds*

Celest Aston: Smiles at the bartender as she hands over her jacket as well. Pulling out another $20 for him. "Thanks hun."

Djin: ((oi,.. you pay as you reseive?!))*she'll have paid the bartended with a tip*

Steven Thompson: He walks to the bar, keeping his eyes alert, constantly flicking around. Paranoia, it seems, is his strong suit.

Anjou: *grins at Celest* i, for one, will be staying on the edges of the pit..*wry grin* i'm too short to challenge the big boys and girls. *a slight roll of her eyes*

Celest Aston: Wanders over to the dance floor with Anj aiming for an mosh-pit place.

Anjou: ((*G* we're paying the tender to look after our coats.))

Djin: ((ahhhhhhhhhh then forget it =P ))

Ravyn: The song, appropriately enough perhaps for the moment, is Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" as Celest and Anjou hit the floor.

J August: ::He starts sipping the Jack and keeps looking around, taking in the murals and smiling to himself::

Celest Aston: "You should see Alec getting out here now that is just an experiance." Smiles and starts dancing

Djin: *She is still just watching, idly, leaning even a bit recklesly seems, a glance to the paranoid man, then the ones near*

Anjou: *laughs, both at the song and the comment* i have! *begins to dance, keeping herself on the fringes and trying to keep an eye out for flying body parts that might land on her person*

Steven Thompson: He takes up a seat between Djin and J, looking toward the bartender. "Rum and coke. Heavy rum, light coke, straight up, and I'll pay extra for the heavy if I have to."

Celest Aston: Celest is really getting into dancing into the song then as it changes and she moves to the new song with ease.

Ravyn: The bartender makes the drink as requested, handing it over to Steven.

Djin: *So Steven gets another glance, as she 'drinks' from her glass*

J August: ::Finishes about half of the jack and sets it down, licking his lips and standing, then walking over to the dance floor and stepping up, starting to move his way inside the crowd::

Anjou: *she isn't a dancer. and she doesn't care. just bounces around to the music, eyes gleaming and lips curved into a grin of enjoyment. dignity, bah! who needs it?*

Steven Thompson: He looks over at Djin as she glances at him, and he gives her a half-smile. "Hey." Taking a good swig of his drink.

Djin: *a faint smile back and a nod, with just one testing hand gesture*((meaning hi))

Celest Aston: Smiles at Anj who looks to be having the time of her life.She keeps up witht he song changes moving her body to the music.

Anjou: *grins back to Cel happily and keeps moving to the music, eyes alight*

J August: ::He gets into it pretty successfully, making progress despite his small size. He joins into the mosh-like mood of the dance well, trying not to be too rough with his lesser fellow dancers::

Ravyn -> Djin: ((Roll Per+Alertness))

Djin: 3,8,3,2,5,4,

Ravyn -> Djin: Djin suddenly notices a slip of paper in front of her on the bar with her name on it. Funny, it wasn't there a few seconds ago...

Djin: ((hmmm)) *she idly takes a napkin, along with something on the bar*

Djin -> Ravyn: ((idea is to read it, though not making much rukus on it))

Steven Thompson: He goes back to watching the floor, scanning through, as if looking for something.

Ravyn -> Djin: It's writtin in Arabic, excellent penmanship. It reads as follows:
Djin-
I would like to take out a contract through you. The target is one I think your clan would much appreciate eliminating. Under your chair is a cellular phone. If you are interested, act as if you dropped it and text message me a reply. My phone number is the only one in the phone book. I will pay well.

Celest Aston: Still danving she moves close to Anj"Hey Anjou why don't we take a break before we end up sweating. huh?"

Anjou: *laughs* sure thing! *nods cheerily and eases herself away fromt he dance floor*

Steven Thompson: He takes another drink from his glass as he settles on something. He gets up, leaving an empty glass, and leaves the bar, starting to cross to the dance floor.

Celest Aston: Dances her way off the dance floor behind Anj. "Good so much fun...This place was a great idea, I have to give Alec kuddo's when I see him agtain."

Djin: *dips her lips slightly and leaves the napkin back near her glass, looking idly at the crowds, for a moment. Before she searchs for something at the ((Weist?) of her pants, frowning and bending to look down for the missing phone that should have been there*

J August: ::Keeps jostling and bouncing, losing himself in the rythms of music and starting to take a little less care to watch his strength in the crowd::

Ravyn: Ah, there's Djin's cell phone. Right under her feet.

Djin: *frowns, anoying little cloth with not pockets were to keep things. Picks it up and text something, leaving for now the cel phone near her hand to aboid it from falling again*

Djin -> Ravyn: text: speak

Anjou: *laughs and nods* oh, yeah! hrm, actually, i need to give him a call soon. he's a good friend to me. *warm, soft smile, full of affection. although not a dreamy one.*

Steven Thompson: He enters the mosh pit, slamming his way through the crowd. It's almost as if he's moshing with a purpose of direction.

Celest Aston: Nods" yeah he's a good friend of mine as well....so what new projects have you been doing?" take a seat at the bar.

Ravyn -> Djin: SMS: The mark's name is Marisa. She is an Assamite antitribu, and one of the more prominent members of the Sabbat.

Steven Thompson: He accidentally bumps J as he moves by him

Steven Thompson -> J August: ((Per+Alertness))

Djin -> Ravyn: txt: where is she, will she be with company? and how much time and money

J August: 7,5,10,1,

J August: good?

Anjou: *chuckles softly* a series of dolls about masks and the things they're used to hide. most of the dolls have no faces....or only some sort of symbol instead of a face. they each have at least one moveable arm with a mask attached in lieu of a hand....the mask expresses a certain quality. like.....a doll with an image of a nightmarish creature for a face, with a mask displaying a bland and benign countenance. that sort of stuff. *shrugs lightly and settles back down at the bar.*

Steven Thompson -> J August: J feels Steven slip a piece of paper into J's shirt pocket.

Djin: *she idly types another message, looking slightly bored*

Ravyn -> Djin: SMS: I'll set her up to where she will be alone. Give me a time, and a price.

Celest Aston: Smiles" Now that is a good concept. I like it."

Anjou: *grins, blushing slightly* thank you. if you'd care to, i'll be happy to show you the finished ones sometime. or the photos, if i sell any first. 8chuckles*

J August: ::J looks over at Steven and furrows his eyebrows, as he continues to be jostled by other people around him. He reaches up and brushes his fingers over his shirt pocket, then looks around and starts leaving the dance floor.

Djin -> Ravyn: ((ok... got a few questions... first she is letting AH! Jalal? sorry.. mind froze know... second... ergs.. how well would Djin know the city now? and third... I have noooooooooooooooooo idea how much the usual charge will be... ))

Ravyn -> Djin: ((1. It would be proper protocol to let Jalal know, though it's not required...Assamite operate their own contracts all the time. 2. Pretty well, I'd imagine. 3. It depends on whether this is a vampire or not. For an Assamite anti, prominent Sabbat...no less then a couple hundred grand cash or 4 blood points of 9th gen or higher blood.))

Steven Thompson -> J August: Does he read the paper?

J August: ::Off the floor, he reaches in his pocket and grabs something, then holds it in his fist as he returns to his seat at the bar. He lifts his glass and downs the remaining whiskey while he turns a small piece of paper and looks at it::

J August -> Steven Thompson: there, yes :)

Ravyn: ((Guess what, everyone? It's time for Perception+Alertness!))

Anjou: 9,7,8,2,3,5,7,

Steven Thompson -> J August: Scribbled on a piece of napkin, it reads: "You're surrounded by leeches at the moment. I may be able to help you with that. Call me. 917-555-5555."

J August: 10,10,3,8,

Celest Aston: 5,5,8,10,7,

Djin -> Ravyn: ((*G* yea... but won't taking blood with make you .... bond to them.. I don't like the idea of taking blood *G*))((and did say letting Jalal know. I know she can pretty well just say hi, but first this sounds like a biggy, second I am sure he will want to know a high ass anttitribu is seeked to put down*G*))

J August: (sweet)

Djin: 6,2,2,7,9,1,

Djin: *she is still with her cel phone, while looking around from tiem to time*

Celest Aston: Smiles at Anj "Of course I would.Whenever you have a chance, and I might just be pursuaded to buy one of them.."

Ravyn: Djin notices three Security guys running toward the door. J and Celest hear the sound of gunfire coming from outside. Anjou also hears something shouted, and car tires squealing.

J August: ::He crumples the paper in his fist and shoves it in his pocket, a sour look on his face. He picks a piece of ice out of the glass and begins crunching it in his teeth, then slides the empty drink across the bar for the bartended to collect. He heads back to the dance floor, looking for someone as he goes back in::

J August: ::He starts to head back to the dance floor, then curses and starts running for the door::

Anjou: *chuckles softly* i'm always happy to sell my works to those who'll truly appreciate them! mmm....tell you what...*leans over on her stool to fish a card from the top of her boot, as she has no pockets in theis outfit* this is my contact information. my schedule's fairly open...*the bluegrey eyes twinkle* at least during evening hours.....*a small, impish smile*

Djin: *makes sure the cel phone is unsounded and idly stands, really, making her to the dance floor*

Djin -> Ravyn: ((while keeping on cel phone.. she is seeking to fade out of view, be in behind a post, what ever to obfuscate...AND head for the door))

Anjou: *blinks, eyes widening as she spins toward teh doorway.....bites her lower lip, then rises and asks the tender for her jacket*

Celest Aston: Looks at the door then to the tender she needs her javket.

Ravyn -> Djin: ((Cool))

Anjou: *jacket in hand, flashes Cel a worried glance, and bolts for the door*

Djin -> Ravyn: ((oich)) *heading to the door* ((in obfuscate shall I just tell you what I do or post normally?))

J August: ::J runs over to Marcel and checks him out, not calling for help but speaking fairly quietly to Marcel:: "Mr. Romer, are you still with us?"

Ravyn -> Djin: ((Go ahead and post normally as the good ol' Unseen. *S*))

Celest Aston: She whips oin her jacket and runs to the outside keeping a hand on her inside pocket.

Djin -> Ravyn: Mwhahahah!

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((changes colour too ;) ))

Marcel Rolando Romer: He's lying on the ground, not moving or speaking, his suit a tattered mess. He doesn't react to J's question in any way, shape, or form.

Celest Aston: "Shit." as she see's Marcel..."Anj check him over....I am going to ask around to see who saw anything."

Unseen: *heads outside, keeping appart*

J August: "Fuck." ::He looks around frantically, hoping, strangely enough for him, to see a vampire somewhere nearby::

Ravyn: The Security guys and the bouncer are trying to corral people, but unfortunately, there was a good line of people outside, and many of them have split. A couple of them are calling 911.

August: 2,6,9,

Anjou: *gives Cel a wild-eyed look--i don't know nuthin' 'bout fixin' no bullethole, Miz Scarlett!--and heads for Marecl, spreading her jacket over his chest and mocking a shiver from the night air aginst her largely-exposed form*

Unseen -> Ravyn: and as soon as she sees this is gonna check for anything around that leads to the ones shooting, before moving over--- does Marcel looks like dead or like 'weakened' by Quietus?))

Anjou: *glances at J* i think...we need to try and get him out of here. got a car? i don't.

J August: ::He shakes his head:: "Is there... anything we can do... for him?"

Celest Aston: Shakes her head" goes over to Anj."We need to get him outta here and quick....cause" nods her head to the side" they are all calling the police, and we don't nrrd that."

Anjou: um...maybe. *keeps her voice down* but not here, not by a long shot. ok.....go see if any of the staff has a car or something. *chewing her lower lip frantically and gesturing at Celest*

Ravyn -> J August: ((There's Marcel, obviously. Celest and Anjou are undead. There is also another vampire around, but you can't see them.))

Anjou: *nods earnestly to Celest* got a car? we need a car, something to put him in. i don't.

Celest Aston: Nods her head and heads to the bouncer. wispering in his ear.

Celest Aston -> Ravyn: "We need a car and quick."

Unseen: 88sorry guys, be back as soon as I can))

J August: *1 blood to strength* "Yeah, I saw that. Trust me, I'd like just as much as you that this man never see the inside of an operating room. Want me to get him to a car, assuming we find one?"

Anjou: *tries to make the jacket cover as much of Marcel's torso as she can, grateful it IS too big for her, chewing her lip almost frantically*

J August: (spending another blood for strength when he can)

Ravyn: The bouncer nods to Celest, and heads inside.

Anjou: yes, and i'll help...J, right? *keeping her voice down* she says she's got a car. i hope she can get it here quick!

Celest Aston: Tries to catch Aanjou's eye when she does she nods and gives a thumbs up sign.

Anjou: *spending 1 BP for stretngth, also. she's kinda wimpy.))

J August: "Yeah, that's me. Funny, I owe Marcel my life in a twisted sort of way... maybe I can pay him back." ::He grunts and starts trying to lift Marcel (Str 4, Potence 1):: "Don't know if I ever caught your name."

Ravyn: The car may be quick, but it sounds like the police are quick too, 'cause they can hear sirens off in the distance, getting louder.

Anjou: *smiles with relief to C and nods....and tries to close Marcel's eyes if they're open. creepy to have the 'dead man stare' going on......and maybe a little easier to convice people he's unconcious rather than...erm....a corpse....*

Ravyn: The eyes are shut.

Anjou: *flashes a quick, fearful smile* i'll tell you later, ok? oh, shit! *hearing the sirens and trying to keep the jacket over Marcel as he's lifted*

J August: ::Lugs Romer over his shoulder, and odd sight considering he's about half and a half feet, and looks at Anjou:: "Where to? We need to hurry."

J August: (ack! not over his shoulder... silly boy... just over his arms)

Ravyn: An SUV pulls around from the alley, stopping in front of the door. Most of the clubgoers outside have fled, though a few are still there, watching in shock.

Anjou: *if the car's visible, leads him to it and tries to open the back door*

Anjou: in, in, in, in, away...*mutters softly under her breath like a mantra*

Celest Aston: Pulls open doors for J Marcel and Anj. and getting in herslef.

Marcel Rolando Romer -> J August: Whispered into his ear. "Get me the fuck outta here, kid. And get someone to deal with the bystanders." For once, it's not threatening. Just directions.

Anjou: *tries to help J get Marcel into the suv, still muttering when she isn't chewing her lip*

J August: ::Gets Marcel inside, not taking care to be too gentle and favoring speed, then climbs in, shuts the door, and starts taking off his bloody shirt and wiping his arms with it:: "Do we have anyone friendly for crowd control?"

Anjou: let's go, please? *to the driver, voice worried* oh, crap. i don't have my cell tonight. i've got Algy's number on it, but nobody else's. Celest, do you have it on your phone? and it's Anjou, J....

Ravyn: The driver nods to Anjou, and starts to drive.

Celest Aston: "Algy's number...yeah I have it...here you talk to him." pulls out her cell and hands it to Anj. "Hey I'm Celest....and we will get you a change of clothes..don't worry about it..."

J August: ::Doesn't offer her a hand, but nods politely:: "Pleased..."

Anjou: *braces herself and tries to look Marcel over a bit, peeling the jacket off his chest.*

J August: ::The same nod for Celest:: "I'm J, as she said."

Anjou -> Ravyn: ((*blinks* she does have med 1. what do i need to roll with it to try and see how much damage and all there is?))

Ravyn: The SUV starts moving, getting about halfway down the block, as the first police car pulls around, behind them, lights flashing and siren blarin.

J August: ::Looks at Marcel as Anjou examines him:: "So... do we do anything... or does he just take care of it himself? You people can fix yourselves up, right?"

Celest Aston: Sighs when the car goes but pulls her guyn from the inside pocket to keep it handy just in case of trouble, and keeping her eyes peeled.

Ravyn -> Anjou: ((Per+Med))

Marcel Rolando Romer: A groan comes from the shot-up Marcel, inside the SUV, and he mutters. "Knew this was gonna be a bad fucking night..."

Anjou: mmm, hold on a moment, please, Celest? nice to see you again, J. bad circumstances. *looking over the big man's chest carefully*

Anjou: 9,4,5,2,3,

Anjou: *winces at the sirens and mutters* oh, shit....Celest, what's in here for covering up someone? *still looking over Marcel*

Ravyn: The driver looks in his rear-view window and swears under his breath. "Whaddya want, people? High-speed chase, or pull over now?"

Ravyn -> Anjou: ((He's shot up pretty badly, and would be dead if he were mortal. Since he's not, it probably just hurts like a bitch.))

Anjou: *looks up at Celest with large, round eyes* um.....oh, shit........maybe J can wear my jacket. messy, but.....but what about Marcel?

Anjou: mph. well, you'll survive the shooting Mr. Romer. and hopefully the rest of it.....*nibbles her lip*

Celest Aston: Tucks her gun away"I'd go for the run, but that is me, Marcel?"

Ravyn -> Anjou: She does also, however, notice a tiny dart in his leg, away from all the bullet wounds.

Anjou: *frowns suddenly* Mr. Romer...what's this? *reaches out to point at a little dart stuck in his leg* brace yourself, i'd like to pull it out if it's not barbed or anything equally painful.

Marcel Rolando Romer: He seems a little bit dazed, groggy perhaps, and nods. "Whatever, girl..."

Celest Aston: "Keep going......dom't worry about the police we'll deal, saying we were getting him to a hospital.."

Anjou: *takes a careful grip on the dart and tries to pull it out* ok......think my nasty jacket would zip over Mr. Romer? if it will..then Celest, maybe J can wear your jacket. we can prop Mr. Romer up, and the four of us back here can ~try~ the draping thing...or the huddle as if we were just there and got terrified, so ran? i dunno which would be better. or just run and hope we can get away from the cops.

Unseen: ((Ergs,...))

Unseen -> Ravyn: so yea.. running nad grabbing to the SUV *nodnod*

Ravyn: The only thing he's head thus far is "go for the run," so he starts to speed up. The cop car keeps on the moving vehicle.

Unseen: 88will99

Unseen: 5,6,4,1,2,7,5,

Ravyn -> Unseen: It's frighteningly close, and you almost lose your grip, but by force of will, Djin hangs on long enough to get footing on the back bumper.

Celest Aston: "Fuck, pull over and let em know where we are headed..."Sighs, can't anything go right tonight."

Marcel Rolando Romer: He tries to pick his head up from the floor, but fails, and his movement starts to slow.

Unseen -> Ravyn: *so grabbing, she'll make sure she can hold, then she'll.... deal the police car *G* gun with silencer to tire... though will that make me visible?

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((or not...))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Yes, it will.))

Anjou: *if she gets the dart out, she;ll tuck it into her boot between the tongue and the flap where the laces go through and try to lace that boot even tighter*

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((ok, if they are slowering... I won't, if the start speeding I'll shoot))

Anjou: *frowns, looking him over again, checking his pupils and the like* ok...this isn't normal for us...*mutters*

Celest Aston: "Make him look okay and that it's not that bad but, that he needs to get to a hospital."

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((so forget it))damm sorry, I am making a mess.. ignore me for now *hides^*))

Anjou: 7,6,8,5,2,

Ravyn: The driver looks behind, at the group. "Where the hell ARE we headed? And is anyone armed? Cops are gonna think we did the shooting if we are..."

Celest Aston: "Are you sure you should have pulled out what ever you did?"

J August: "If we were really headed to a hospital... would we stop and let cops pull us over?"

Anjou: all right...*murmurs to Celest and tries to get Marcel into her jacket without getting horribly gory herself* J still has blood on him. he might need your jacket to cover that a bit, ok?

Celest Aston: "Tell them the hospital and they willlet us head there cause we are going there.....and I am armed, I have my licence on me. And they can tell it hasn't been fired lately, no smell or residue."

Anjou: i'm not armed, sir. *responds to the driver* i don't know where to go, though....*blinks at Celest* perhaps i shouldn't have, but it's too late to second guess now.

Marcel Rolando Romer -> Anjou: His pupils are dilating...it's obvious he's been drugged with something.

J August: "So what do we do once we're there?"

Anjou: shiiiiit...*breathes out slowly* someone gave him a Mickey! *pats Marcel's cheeks lightly* can you stay with us, Mr. Romer?

Celest Aston: "Yeah.."Hands back J her jacket.

Ravyn: ((Gimme one more Per+Med, Anjou.))

J August: ::Pulls it on and tries to get as much of Marcel's blood covered as possible::

Anjou: 5,6,5,8,2,

Ravyn: Anjou realizes that Marcel's dead weight now. He looks like he's in a coma...or in torpor.

Celest Aston: "Well if they follow us, do so fancy foot work to get him outa there....and if I get caught for my gun...well then I have my assistant come and get me out."

Ravyn: The driver sighs and slows down, pulling off to the side. The cop car pulls up behind it as more stop at the club, followed by an ambulance.

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((just one police car? just two cops?))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((One car, two cops, yeah.))

Celest Aston: "Too late...." as she spots the ambulance.

Ravyn: The cops get out of the car, their guns drawn. One of them shouts. "Out of the car! Hands in the air, now!"

Anjou: ohshit--guys, he's out for the count! like he's been Torped.....God i wish we had a blanket or something.......*shivers, pale face paling further*

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((ok... deal with ambulance later, if this .... camies... go out of the car she'll get ready to do the cops, two shots one to each, they won't see her comming))

Celest Aston: "Fuck...." she looks over at Marcel."This just keeps getting better."

J August: ::Opens the door and comes out hands first, almost like he's done this before:: "We wanna use any tricks on these guys?" ::He says quietly::

Anjou: *mutters back to J* i don't ~have~ any useful tricks here....except that i don't look like i'd hurt a fly.

J August: "I've heard them call it Presence... think it'd help?" ::Still speaking very low::

Ravyn: The driver opens the door, following J's lead and getting out.

Anjou: *mutters back again* i don't know that one........*flahses Celest a quick and hopeful glance and concentrates on looking small and helpless*

Celest Aston: Opens the other door and heads out hands first.

Anjou: *slides out after Cel, also hands first...bluegrey eyes wide and fearful*

Ravyn: ((Is Anjou getting out of the van? I haven't seen a post where she does so yet...or is she staying inside with Marcel?))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((Ergs.... forget it... why would she care...unless they utterly mess, she'll stay in place at watch them make a mess))

Anjou: ((she just got out. *nods*))

Unseen -> Ravyn: *as they open the door, she'l slide inside, keeping ofuscated, being careful*

Celest Aston: ((WP point))

Celest Aston: 4,8,8,2,

Ravyn: As everyone gets out, the cops approach, guns trained on the two men. "Hands on your head, face first against the vehicle!"

Ravyn: It's clear they're referring to everyone, though.

Celest Aston: Puts her hands to her head" We were tying to get the guy to the hospital sir. Pleazse he's hurt really bad."

Anjou: *shivers and widens her eyes more, lower lip trembling*

J August: ::Does as he's told, getting ready to put on the psychic charm if he has to, but yelling:: "Our friend's hurt! We were taking him to the hospital!"

Celest Aston: Let's her german acent slip into her speach.

J August -> Ravyn: I'll probably be cutting out for a bit sometime in the next half-hour or so, I'll let you know when.

Ravyn: The cops approach, one of them keeping the gun trained while the other one starts patting people down, starting with the driver. "Wanna tell me exactly what's going on?"

J August: "We did! Our friend's been hurt, and we need to get him to the hospital."

Anjou: *just shivering, whimpering softly as if too scared to speak. small, and helpless, utterly harmless*

Celest Aston: Her accent in full tilt" Puleese officers, look at our friend he's in the car...."

Unseen -> Ravyn: *If she can effectively get in with Marcel she'll check him, making sure she is out of sight*((nearly sure touching him will break the ofuscate and to check him I'll have to touch))

Unseen -> Ravyn: if she isn't out of sight, she'll just check him superficially, no touching

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Per+Medicine))

Unseen -> Ravyn: 10,4,8,2,

Celest Aston: Shoots J a shut up or were gonna be in trouble look before turning her baby blue at the officers.

Ravyn: The cop stops just before patting J down and looks at Celest, then at the cop. "I'm looking inside." He moves to the door, opening it.

J August: ::Bites his lower lip and looks down, working instead on keeping himself from getting pissed off::

Unseen -> Ravyn: *she is listening, so if the door seems to be opened and I had broke the obfuscate she'll obfuscate asap... if posible, if not let me know *G*

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((He's in torpor, looking shot-up, though most of the wounds he was able to heal in time. Luckily, it does look superficial now.))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((You're fine. Touching a corpse wouldn't break obfuscate. Essentially, Marcel is an inanimate object atm.))

Ravyn: The cop looks back at his partner, eyes a little wide. "They're right. There's guy in here...he looks like he's been shot."

Ravyn: ((Oh, btw...for the record, everyone outside has been affected by Celest's Presence. Should have mentioned that. *S*))

J August -> Ravyn: shit... be back as soon as i can

Unseen -> Ravyn: LOL oi *G* ok! *nods* good... question, was she able to fish some mortal blood as I told you before going? ((not much a blood point of two, if posible... and most likely -IF- from a bump, just making sure not to be seen))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((A small amount, yeah.))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((I'll say 1 BP's worth))

Ravyn -> J August: ((Cool.))

Anjou: *flashes another glance at Celest....she's such a nice person! and doing so well...she'll just stay quiet and look small and not get in this fabulous person's way*

J August -> Ravyn: that was much quicker than i thought it'd be. back.

Ravyn: The other cop nods, and gets on his radio, murmuring something into it. It fires up in a staticy response.

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((thank you =) ))*she'll look at the cop, waiting for him to close the door, or just stop looking, she doens't want to break the obfuscate, and opening Marcel's mouth to let him drink will surely break it*

J August: ::He keeps himself pretty calm. After all, they're not really in a hurry to be somewhere, they just have to make sure they turn out all right::

Ravyn: The cop turns around, looking at Celest. "Ma'am, don't worry. We'll get the paramedics up here, and they'll do what they can for your friend. What happened?"

Celest Aston: Shooting worried glances into the car and back at the officer"Officers can we put are arms down now?"

Unseen -> Ravyn: *When she is NOT being looked at she'll open the death's mouth just a hitch...* ((Take it... I am not sure if this will break teh obfuscate, Djin will do or wait what it takes not to break it.. bad idea to just appear in front of armer cops *G*))

Ravyn: He nods. "Go ahead." The other officer looks back at the club, as the ambulance starts up and heads their way.

Celest Aston: She swallows her voice trembling slightly"I was inside, and heard shooting...and when I made it outside officer, he was on the ground."

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((You can do it, since the cop's attention is diverted.))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((It does not, however, revive him.))

Anjou: *lowers her arms, only to hug herself tightly, eyes wide and round....takes a very small halfstep closer to Celest, staring at the cops fearfully*

Celest Aston: Puts her amrs down and covers her face" Is he going to be all right?"

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((so he is worst then thought.... )) *frowns, maybe not in time... and Marcel probably being old, it'll take a looooooooooong while in waking.. or just it isn't enough...* ((does she has Claudious cel phone to text or someone's *G*))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((*G*)) quitus, the blood works by touch... so if she smears some of her blood over the already smeared Marcel.. the paramedics won't see he is death,.. cause they'll fall unconsious with enough luck... I just got to spend up to 3 bp to ensure they do so....

Ravyn: "The paramedics will do everything they can, miss," the cop assures. The ambulance approaches, and stops nearby. The man who gets out is Latino, fairly attractive, dressed a paramedic suit. His age could be estimated to be in his early 30’s. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail that brushes the nape of his neck, and his goatee is very well-trimmed. He rushes up with a bag and looks at the cop, speaking in an urbane voice. "Where is he?"

J August: ::Looks nervously at Anjou and Celest:: "Shouldn't we really hurry? We can drive him to the hospital... we could be well on our way if we hadn't had to stop..."

Anjou: *takes another step toward Celest, lips trembling*

Ravyn: The cop points at the door, and the man moves inside the SUV.

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Roll Manip+Subterfuge vs. 7))

Celest Aston: "Oh please he has to be alright" She throws her arms around J and trembles slightly. wispering into his ear cause she's so close.

Ravyn: 5,10,5,2,10,10,7,

Unseen -> Ravyn: willpower!

Anjou: *lifts a shaking hand to her lips, looking after the medic*

Unseen: 9,2,9,

Ravyn: ((Oh, btw. For those who don't know, I put out for the die roller. *G*))

J August: ((lol))

Unseen: ((put out?!))

Celest Aston: "Oh let him be okay...."still hugs J and pulls Anj over to them.

Ravyn -> Unseen: The man looks directly at Djin, who realizes that he's just seen through her Obfuscate. And not because of something Djin did to break the Obfuscate.

Anjou: *tiny whimper and clings to the other two, shivering from head to toe*

J August: ::He nods and making reassuring noises, secretly whispering back::

Anjou: ((heh, if it'll net me rolls like that...*sets out candles and puts on soft music, and her skimpiest lingerie!!*))

Celest Aston: ((You go girl!))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((shit! quikly do I have a way to know if this is a camie?, second... how close the door is... as to attack withoug being seeing out))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((ok.. to know, if the door isn't close enough i.e. she can be seen from the outside if she attacks, this is what she'll do, knife the paramedic, shot the police outside ((two actions as I didn't activate celery =( ))

Celest Aston: "Just believe in his luck.....he will survive this." and wispers to J

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((It's no Camarilla person you know...and it would be near-impossible to fight in the SUV without attracting attention from outside.))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((WAIT

J August: ::He nods, eyes closed, and whispers back::

Anjou A. S.: ((*SLAPS her DSL*))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Roll Init.))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Or don't. What is she doing?))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((can't risk it... attacked, paramedic who can see me= vamps or something the like. He lied to the camies outside, who actually were caring. So this can be a Sabbat. so YES, the hell with it... attack him, if I can coat my blade with the blood I was gonna use for the trick if I can not, just attack and get a shot ready for cops outside

Unseen: ((sorry Ravyn... I got mind obfuscated for a second up there *G*))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Okay, so roll Init.))

Unseen: 4,

Ravyn: ((S'okie. Those outside, freeze for a moment. COmbat is starting.))

Unseen -> Ravyn: 11

Ravyn: 3,

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Order is paramedic, then Unseen. You are stabbing, correct?))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((damm.. yea.. stabbing *snifles*

J August: ((good time for a smoke break?))

Ravyn -> Unseen: The paramedic sees her start to attack, and shrugs, as if to say "If you insist." He focuses his concentration, apparently willing to take the knife. The shadows start to shift into arms.

Ravyn: 7,4,4,3,8,2,4,2,

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Roll your attack))

J August: ((taking five... hope it's ok?))

Ravyn: ((Yeah, probably J.))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((gHA!! I knew it!!!, still she'll finish the attack... the shadows will take a bit in forming... hopefully enough to DO the attack*

Unseen: 7,6,3,9,9,

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Okay, then roll the attack. Dex+Melee))

Unseen -> Ravyn: for the attack.. dunno if it'll pass for me to do damage...

Unseen -> Ravyn: I am diving actions still, that is why I am only rolling those dies

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Roll Damage. Str+4 for the knife and attack successes))

Unseen: 7,2,10,6,1,8,4,

Ravyn: 5,5,3,4,5,

Ravyn -> Unseen: The shadows form into two arms, moving toward Djin as she sticks him with the knife, stabbing deep.

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Are you gonna shoot the cop for your other action?))

Ravyn: ((Everyone outside, btw, can roll Per+Alert))

Unseen -> Ravyn: ok... can I change? instead of shooting cop otuside, shooting this La Sombra... next turn she'll deal with outside.. but if I don't take care of him...

J August: ((backy))

Unseen -> Ravyn: guns have silencer.. as she is used to work in silence

J August: 6,6,5,6,

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((You can only change action to a defensive action, like a Dodge.))

Anjou A. S.: 1,7,6,2,4,7,4,

: ((did i mention i give the dice roller head?...))

Anjou A. S.: ((hmph. *does a strip tease for the roller*))

Djin -> Ravyn: *sighs* damm it yes then I am not waisting it.. they'll most likely find out what is going on next round

Unseen: ((sorry... wrong nick))

Ravyn -> Djin: ((Roll away. *S*))

Alec Golden: *comes flying out of the club and up the street, an assumed look of concern on his face*

Unseen: 6,8,10,5,

Unseen -> Ravyn: there goes shot

J August: ((...assuming a 6 is good here...))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((6 dice damage))

Unseen -> Ravyn: gun will be nine milimeters with silence, not sure if it deals 4 or 6 damage really, can't remember and can't find book *blush*

Unseen: 2,4,10,5,5,3,

Celest Aston: 4,6,5,1,9,

Unseen: ((=( not enough))

Ravyn -> Djin: ((9 mm does 4 dice, plus 2 for the successes))

Ravyn: Okay, so Anjou notices it gets darker in the van suddenly; J actually sees what looks like shadowy arms inside. They and Celest all hear a grunt of pain, and EVERYONE sees a bullet fly out of the car, grazing the cop.

Unseen -> Ravyn: ((*sniffles* at least it MIght wake the slow camies *G*hides before they start throwing things my way*))

J August -> Ravyn: (would J's strength boost still be active by now?)

Ravyn: ((So, everyone outside, roll Initiative.))

Ravyn -> J August: ((Yes.))

Alec Golden: 2,

Anjou: 5,

Celest Aston: 6,

J August: 6,

Celest Aston: (12)

Ravyn: 9,

J August: (+6, 12)

Unseen: ((damm it... don't going before the assasin!!))

J August: "Fuck!" ::He ducks away from the car and starts to head around to the paramedic, reaching inside Celest's jacket and looking for the gun::

J August: (on his initiative, of course)

Anjou: (8)

Ravyn: ((Initiative goes in this order: Cops, Celest and J, Paramedic, Unseen, Anjou, Alec. Alec, you're going to have to run for another round to get up here. Anjou, your action?))

Anjou: *squeals and drops to the ground* (on init, of course)

Alec Golden: *sprints*

Ravyn: Unseen, action?

Celest Aston: Gun in hand, the reason she had her arms around J, she goes behind the ambulance rig. (on init.)

Unseen: eh.... cops are going to shot blackness going to eat... shut the door to aboid shots from cops, kill paramedic before his blackness kills me ((and hope I am not to hurt))

Unseen -> Ravyn: so.. closing door might be like dodge... that is the intent... hopefully

Ravyn: ((So you're shutting the door this round, then. Paramedic's funky arms are coming toward Unseen as he tries to open the door on the other side. The cops, not surprisingly, are firing into the SUV.))

Unseen -> Ravyn: not sure what to roll for closing the door *G* and I WANT TO COAT My blade but I don't want to devide pool more so .. going without it =(

Unseen: ((said two actions, shot door atack paramedic...))

Ravyn: ((Oh, and the driver, who's going last, is getting the fuck out of the way. *S*))

Ravyn -> Unseen: ((Okay, misunderstood.))

Ravyn: 4,2,8,5,5,3,

Ravyn: 6,6,4,7,8,2,

Unseen -> Ravyn: =) I forgive you, just cause ya are a cute ST *nodnod*

Ravyn: ((Roll a Dex+Athletics to try and use the shutting door to "Dodge," Unseen.))

Unseen: 5,9,7,4,4,7,

Ravyn: Unseen (who is seen now, by the way) slams the door shut, but one of the bullets pierces through, striking her. ((Soak))

Unseen: ((changing nick so they know whose me.. though I think they knows then roling stam))

Djin: 2,2,6,

Ravyn: 7,4,8,7,7,

Ravyn: ((So take 1 bash, Djin.)) Celest and J maneuver around the cops toward the ambulance.

Djin: ((breaths *G*)) tell me when I can try to attack the medic))

Ravyn: The shadowy arms move to encircle Djin.

Ravyn: 6,5,5,1,

Ravyn: 9,7,3,4,

Ravyn: One of them swipes at her but misses; the other one wraps around her and starts constricting. ((Soakies again, Djinny.))

Ravyn: 9,7,5,8,2,

Djin: 8sory lights went off)=

Djin: 2,9,8,

Djin: ((still tel lme when I can give a shot to harm that latin medic!!!))

Ravyn: Oooh, that CAN'T feel good, as the thing starts squeezing viciously around the petite girl. ((1 Lethal.))

Ravyn: ((You're up. Fire away. He's dodging out the car door on the side w/o the cops.))

Djin: *snarls and still gives one try to kill the bastard* ((if St alouds coating dagger in pretty blood...))

Djin: ((so spending a will to hit him!!))

Ravyn: ((If you wanna split further, go ahead.))

Ravyn: 6,9,1,7,7,5,

Djin: 8,7,6,5,3,

Djin: 2,6,2,6,4,3,

Djin: ((damm it =( ))

Ravyn: The blood is moot anyway, as the dagger misses him by barely an inch. He rolls out the door.

Djin: with the will power I hit...*whines*))

Ravyn: Anjou hits the deck, and Alec comes up to the SUV, seeing the paramedic jump on the other side of the SUV, a dagger flying after him. ((New Init, same order. Cops, Celest and J, Paramedic, Unseen, Anjou, Alec. Will declare fastest to slowest, to speed things up. Declare, then roll. Cops are still shooting at the SUV.))

Ravyn: ((Ahh, you did hit, my bad. Roll damage...Str+1. He gets Sta+FOrt to try and fight the blood.))

Ravyn: 5,3,1,10,6,

Djin: ((YAY!))

Djin: 1,2,8,6,

Alec Golden: *reaches down to grab Anjou and drag her out of the line of fire, staying low to avoid getting tagged*

Anjou: *tries to get under the suv*

Ravyn: 4,10,7,6,3,

Ravyn: She it, but the knife just skims him, and he seems hardy enough to avoid the effects of the blood.

Djin -> Ravyn: just tell me the blood did effect *pleades*))

Ravyn: 6,3,8,4,2,9,

Ravyn: 5,3,7,2,1,1,

Djin: ((growls)) *snarls again.. sure it just sounds like a hiss*

Djin -> Ravyn: question, if the cops hit me.. and I am being suroudned by an arm.. wont' the bulets hit firt the arm and then me? *puppy eyes*))

Ravyn: One of the cop's gun jams, the other flies into the door, piercing through again and barely missing Djin.

J August -> Ravyn: ((i need to cut out for a bit... should be back before very long, don't know if it'll be before the scene is done. J stays low and out of combat))

Ravyn: ((Celest & J, actions.))

Ravyn -> J August: ((Okay.))

Ravyn: J ducks down and stays low.

Ravyn -> Djin: ((Depends on where they hit. A 10, they would actually hit you, out of sheer luck. You're basically being held by the waist.))

Djin -> Ravyn: uff *hugs the die roller ;) *))

Celest Aston: Stays low to the ground to keep outa sight.

Ravyn: The one tentacle continues to squeeze on Djin, while the other one goes to the door, attempting to push it open. ((Gimme Strength vs. 6, rersisted, to break the tentacle's grip and not take damage.))

Ravyn: 9,9,1,5,

Djin: 9,6,7,

Ravyn: 4,5,7,2,

Ravyn: Djin breaks the thing's grip, and the other one pushes on the door, but can't shove it open yet.

Djin: ((waits to know to know what to do =P))

Ravyn: The Paramedic is running off down the street, moving toward a shadowed alleyway.

Ravyn: ((You're up, Djin.))

Djin: ((=P)) *of, first thing first get rid of tentackles, two attacks on to each, then she'll see if she can squash medic*

Djin: ((mean one attack on each, pardon grammar))

Djin: 5,5,2,3,7,

: 6,5,10,7,

Ravyn: ((Both hit...roll Standard weapon damage))

Djin -> Ravyn: ((with second dagger.. she carries a small collection around,.. like 6

Ravyn: ((Sorry, standard, and standard plus 1 for the second hit))

Djin -> Ravyn: ((making sure.. first hit just str plus weapon, second hit, the two suxx beyong first with str and weapong, right?))

Djin: ((thanks!))

Djin -> Ravyn: sorry.. Troo hates me for this, dagger deal 3 dmgr ight, right?

Ravyn -> Djin: ((Daggers deal Strength+1 damage. So Str+1 and Str+2))

Djin: 5,1,7,4,

Djin: 1,4,2,4,3,

Djin -> Ravyn: ((grrrr... thanks *pouts at rolings))

Ravyn: Well-placed swipes, but ineffectual. And the paramedic is running down the street, and Djin is in the car, so not much to do there.

Djin: ((yea I know I wanted to kill the paramedic, hmmm ))

Ravyn: Anjou rolls under the SUV, and Alec comes up to the vehicle, staying low and trying to get the doll-maker away.

Ravyn: ((New Init! Cops, Celest and J, Paramedic, Djin, Anjou, Alec.)) The cops have stopped firing, and the closest to the SUV (the grazed one) reaches forward to open the bullet-riddled door.

Ravyn: J is still staying down.

Celest Aston: Staying down but watching the SUV gun out just in case.

Alec Golden: Still trying to get An the hell outta the way.

Ravyn: As soon as the door opens, both tentacles fly out, attacking the cop. The paramedic makes it to the alleyway and inside, throwing a grin behind him.

Anjou: *unless Alec yanks her back out, she stays put*

Ravyn: 2,9,3,8,

Ravyn: 10,9,7,6,

Ravyn: 2,1,7,4,3,

Ravyn: 6,2,4,1,4,5,6,8,

Djin: *fuck it! let the tenctalces kill the cops they just flew out.. get to drivers sit and drive the fucking vehicle towards the Medic, from drivers place she might even be abel to shot it*

Ravyn: The tentacles wrap around the cop, and he srceams as he gets constricted, the sounds of snapping bones filling the air.

Djin -> Ravyn: he.. roling drive and then shooting, unless you tell me I can aim to medic still

Djin: driving

Djin: 6,8,2,

Ravyn -> Djin: You can drive toward him, but that's gonna be a full action to start the car up and drive. You can try to ram him, I guess...

Djin -> Ravyn: YES!!!! and I was thinking on diving dice pooll.. but if I ajust driving I get to roll full pool?

Ravyn: ((Anjou, roll a Courage roll, as a VERY hot engine starts up right over you. Diff 6))

Ravyn -> Djin: ((Yeah.))

Djin: 2,8,5,8,4,

Anjou: 7,5,4,

Djin: ((There, running over the thing!))

Ravyn: 4,5,3,3,8,4,

Ravyn: The SUV starts up, and Anjou manages to hold it together and stay low. The SUV aims RIGHT for the alleyway, and while the Paramedic gets partially out of the way, it does hit him, sending him sprawling into the alleyway.

Ravyn: 9,5,1,1,3,

Ravyn: 9,5,7,

Ravyn: 3,3,2,7,4,10,

Djin: ((waits for next round))

Anjou: *long high-pitched sound of fear, thanking her Guardian Angels that the van didn't leave tiretracks on her*

Ravyn: The cop gets more torn up as the shadow tentacle drags him across the ground with the car, and there's a final SNAP! as he hits the building Djin just rammed head-first.

Alec Golden: *fill in numerous swearwords in multiple languages here, dragging a now exposed Anjou someplace safe*

Ravyn: It's now quite easy for Alec to get Anjou out of the way.

Ravyn: 5,8,8,

Anjou: *is quite pleased to go elsewhere, prefereably as quickly as possible. still making that scared noise*

Djin: ((*weaps one single tear for the.. .wait... hell no! it was jsut a mortal!! *hides*))

Ravyn: Amazingly, the other cop doesn't scream like a girl and run away.

Ravyn: ((New Initiative. Cops, Celest and J, Paramedic, Unseen, Anjou, Alec)) The cops charges the van, yelling and firing at the thing. He's in Charles Bronson-mode now.

Anjou: ((s'ok--Anjou shall eventually cry copious tears for the poor dead cop. plenty for herself and Djin. *L*))

Ravyn: 5,1,6,4,8,9,

Ravyn: The bullets strike the van, but don't hit anything including, thank GOD, the gas tank.

Anjou: *helps Alec get her the heck away, babbling something under her breath in the process*

Celest Aston: (one shot back of head)

Djin: ((oi!))((medic won't be traped between SUV and wall?, making sure where he is))

Celest Aston: 10,6,5,6,6,5,2,

Ravyn: ((He was dodging to the side, Djin. So he got knocked sideway, into the alley.))

Djin: ((*pouts* thanks!))

Celest Aston: 4,7,8,7,

Djin -> Ravyn: is he still visible?

Ravyn: Kaplow! The cop goes down, a bullet blasting his head wide open from behind.

Ravyn -> Djin: ((Yes.))

Alec Golden: *once An is heading for safety, Alec is running back towards the Van*

Ravyn: The tentacles release the dead cop, and go back for Djin, circling around the seat to contrict her again.

Celest Aston: ((*takes a bow*))

Ravyn: ((You can split to dodge if you want...you have two separate tentacles to dodge.))

Djin: ((*hisses* I wanted to jump off hte SUV and fall on the guy.... not sure if jumping of the SUV and closing the door in the tects noses will count as dodge...))

Ravyn: ((Okay, Djin, realize...the door is closed. You would have to open the door of a massively crunched SUV, leap out, and close the door. That's not feasible.))

Djin: ((ble.. sorry, dodging then))

Djin: 8,5,7,9,3,5,

Djin: 3,7,4,7,4,

Djin: ((two dodges =) ))

Ravyn: ((Plus, you're on the driver side, and you the alley's on the passenger side. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.))

Ravyn: 5,9,4,2,

Ravyn: 5,5,2,7,

Alec Golden: 4,7,8,4,7,

Djin: ((nop.. I jsut hadn't realise I had left the SUV so bad *G* and that he was so far away =) is ok, sorry))

Ravyn: The tentacles swipe, but Djin manages to roll out of the way. The paramedic smiles at Djin, and leaps into the shadows, vanishing. As he does, the tentacles vanish with him.

Djin: *lets out a hiss again, nearly a growl, hiting the maneuver, staring the way he vanished at, and just moving swiftly to the back of the SUV to scoop Marcle up*

Djin -> Ravyn: ((=( usseless Camies, if they had helped they could have got the medic *growls*g*))

J August -> Ravyn: ((I'm sorry about that. Next time I'll prepare better and tell people to leave me the fuck alone for it. I was almost literally dragged out of the room.))

Ravyn: Alec gets up to the SUV, but can't see the paramedic vanish. ((Combat over, unless any of y'all PC's plan to fight. *S*))

Djin -> Ravyn: do I have a Claudious number of contact ... if I do this text will be for him, if I don't will be for Jalal* txt- big shefif down, transportation out, Sabbat behind

Ravyn -> J August: ((S'okie. J's been hiding out near the ambulance the whole time.))

Celest Aston: Heads to the SUV gun at her side. Please let Marcel be okay...studip...stupid..

Alec Golden: ((Nope. *L*)) *pops open back door of SUV to check on Marcel*

Djin: ((I don't plan to ;) ))*she, before scooping Marcel up texts soemthing on her cel phone, then do tries to take the huge guy over her shoulders, spednign blood on strengh if needy* ((gots str3))

Ravyn -> Djin: ((No, would have to be to Jalal.))

Djin -> Ravyn: she'll add a location

Anjou: ((*L* Anjou? fight??)) *huddles down low, against a wall, watching the conflict and Alec*

Alec Golden: Celest.....get Marcel and get the fuck outta here. Let me deal with the Police. I'll bullshit something here.

Djin -> Ravyn: it works ;)

Djin -> Ravyn: two blocks off from there, in case the police arrives--- again

Djin: *thinking it better, she'll add another text and scooping MArcel up get out the suv*

Djin -> Ravyn: txt- thinking it better, taking the police car

Ravyn: ((Just so everybody knows, the SUV is totaled. The front doors will not open...the back ones will. Djin can climb through to the back w/o a problem.))

Celest Aston: "No problem hun." Opens the back door seeing Djin.."Come on let's get out of here....you git him?"

Djin: *and stares at Alec, lips ricing at the useless camy, as she moves to get out*

Ravyn -> Djin: SMS: Leave the car...the police will persue. Get Marcel out. Don't get caught by mortal authorities.

Djin: ((is climbing, carrying MArcle.. as said if she needs hse'll spend bp to increase Strengh))

J August: ::J crawls back out of hiding, visibly shaken and somewhat confused:: "What the fuck was that?"

Djin: *she glares at celes, isn't obvious? and maneuvers to see her cel phone, typing another text, halting a moment*

Alec Golden: *levels a gaze at Djin, but seeing as Celest trust her, won't say anything at the moment, but seriously thinks Djin acted WAY too recklessly, and it shows*

Djin -> Ravyn: would you provide transport.. moving on

Ravyn: ((To carry him easily, yes. How many BP have you spent, Djin? 3 for coating Marcel, 3 for knife, 1 for Strength, right?))

Djin: *she shakes her head, pretty much ignoring the camies but Celest, who actually showed some nerve, to her she motions to follow as she starts making her way to sidestreets*

Anjou: *ok, shooting's stopped.....gets up and trots back over, making sure to shiver since she isn't wearing much at the moment*

Djin: ((yeup.. I am getting hungry.. and just at 3 left))

Alec Golden: Leave An. *moves back to the cop whose head exploded and moves the body, amking it seem like he is checking for signs of life, but moving the gaping entry wound towards the alley*

Anjou: *shudders at the poor dead cop and resolutely looks to Marcel. nothing she can do for him now* can we take the ambulance to get Mr. Romer out of here, maybe?

Ravyn: The other police are finally coming up this way...two more officers. They've both got their guns out.

Djin: *ignoring anyone non Celest, she is moving to the side street, before another cop car arrives*

Celest Aston: Does a quick look and says" this way is better than the open streets" nods to the alleyway.

Djin: ((and hopefully I am there already before cops see me *G*))

Alec Golden: *rises from the body and waves them over* Officers!

Djin: ((oh I meant alley!! sorry.. so moving with Celest on alley idea))

Anjou: *sighs and heads quickly after the other women* Alec, i'll call you later. have something might find interesting.

J August: ::Heads alleywise with the others::

Ravyn: Djin and Celest get to the side street with Marcel before the cops can see them. They see Alec over the body, and head that way. "Back away from him, sir! Hands up!"

Alec Golden: *shows no sign of even knowing Anjou*

Celest Aston: Follows Djin"I am just comming along to help." scoots out of sight with her before the cops show up.

Alec Golden: *hands over head and backs away a few steps* I'm afraid he's dead officers. *mournful tone* There was nothing I could do.

Anjou: *hurries to get away from more guns and bad things*

Djin: *she nods to Celest, still moving, with decition*

Alec Golden: 2,6,1,4,8,8,

Ravyn: One of the cops relaxes a little, ignoring Alec to go check on his buddy. The other one looks at him warily, gun still trained. "What happened?"

Alec Golden: ((Shit.)) He just turned...and the shot took him. I think some guy dressed as a paramedic hit him.

Alec Golden: 9,5,1,9,5,6,

Alec Golden: ((Manip + Sub))

Ravyn: 7,8,7,6,

Ravyn: The kneeling cop looks up at his partner, nodding. "He's gone, man." The partner looks skeptical, but takes a few steps back to look in the ambulance. "EMT's gone." He looks at Alec, clearly skeptical. "What'd this paramedic look like?"

Alec Golden: *shrugs, hands still elevated* I did not get a good look at his face. Just a flash of uniform when he took off running.

Ravyn: He frowns. "I'm going to need a statement from you, sir." The other cop radios for another ambulance.

Alec Golden: 8,3,7,9,5,9,

Alec Golden: I will be happy to provide any assitance I can offer sir.

Djin: *she'll keep moving, on towards save haven or till, if lucky, she is sent a car*

Ravyn: There's the stuff. The cop grunts, lowering his gun and taking out a pad of paper. ((And I'm gonna call gamebreak there. Celest and Djin, figger out where Marcel goes really quick and PM me. I've gotta go get dressed for dinner with the fam.))

Celest Aston: Continues to follow Djin her gun out and ready in case of any trouble, she doesn't want to get caught unprepared.

Anjou: *keeps trotting after the other women* Celest, your phone. i also have that dart still, i think. what sanctuary's closest?

Ravyn: ((Loft Elysium is only about three blocks away))

Celest Aston: "The loft is I believe and we can figure things out there....."(( sorry guys I have to go to dinner with Rav..*S*))

Anjou: the Loft? *hazards*

J August: ::Follows them closer:: "What was that black shit? Has anyone seen that before?"

Anjou: ok, let's go.....*and heads loftward with the others*

Djin: ((it is good with me *nods* you two goo Marcel goes to Elysium))

Anjou: no idea, J....just that it's obviously a very baaaad thing.

Ravyn: ((PM me any follow-up. I'm out, all. XP Post in the forums later. Bye!))