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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 30 2015, 07:23 PM Post #3151 |
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Is that so?
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"Whoa, whoa, guys." Nolan quickly scrambled back to his feet and tried to position himself between Noah and Eli. "I'm sure there's a decent explanation for all of this!" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2015, 07:29 PM Post #3152 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Noah didn’t know what was happening – all he knew was his best friend had been thrashed, and now there were guns out, and they were being pointed at the people he cared about. He and Alma had just broken up, but he would always love here in some ways, and seeing a gun to her head… He wasn’t Lowell. He wasn’t an angry or violent guy by nature. But he could be pushed there. “Put it down!” he yelled, pointing at Emily. He wasn’t about to be kept back. He didn’t care what Emily had to say, or what Nolan did. He shoved Nolan aside and kept marching towards his friends. “Put it down! Now!” he yelled, louder. He reached for his waist, for his own Glock. When Emily turned to look at him, finally, Alma made her move. She grabbed Emily’s hands and wrestled them downwards, so her gun was aiming at the floor. She started wrestling her for control. From the floor, meanwhile, Lowell let out a long groan of pain. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 30 2015, 07:38 PM Post #3153 |
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Is that so?
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Willow almost let herself relax as Alma was held at gunpoint by Emily -- only to tense up again as Noah pushed through Nolan and reached for something at his waist. Her survival instincts kicked in and she aimed her FNP at Noah. "Back off!" She barked at him as she placed her finger on the trigger. "I'm not fucking around!" As Alma retaliated against Emily, however, Willow let her gaze be drawn away from Noah and toward the two of as they fought over control of Emily's sidearm. Shit, what do I do!? |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2015, 08:03 PM Post #3154 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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When Noah saw a gun to his head now, he had enough. He and Alma hadn’t done anything, and their lives were being threatened. These people were pointing guns at them, threatening to shoot them. Who the fuck do they think they are? What’s wrong with them? Maybe they thought they were the only people who knew how to take care of themselves – maybe they were in for a rude awakening. Noah stopped reaching for his own weapon. Instead, he ducked out of Willow’s line of fire, then grabbed the gun above his head. He lurched forward, bringing the gun into her belly, then yanked it backwards out of her hand. Now he had the FNP. He raised it at Eli, who was standing over Lowell’s fallen form. “Get away from him! Everybody get away from him!” He started rotating, pointing the weapon briefly at Willow, then Nolan, then back to Eli. * * * Hank was surprised and highly concerned when he, Brandon and Antonio entered the lobby to find his family taking cover in a corner. “Dad!” Ruby cried out in worry, when he appeared. Hank looked around – the lobby guard had his gun drawn and pointed at the stairwell. “What – what’s going on?” he asked. “There was shooting!” Riley said. “There’s some sort of fight going on!” “We don’t know the details,” Andy quickly assured him. Hank’s gaze whipped to the guard. “Shouldn’t you be doing something?” “I’ve called for backup,” the guard said, not looking away from the stairwell. “I’ve got one gun, your group has a lot more.” Hank guessed that made sense – though it wasn’t his group up there. His family was all safe and accounted for down here. But Brandon’s group, as well as Noah, Lowell, and Alma – they were all there, and he cared about them. If they were in trouble… “I’m not waiting,” Hank decided suddenly. He turned to Andy, who gave him an understanding nod. They both rushed towards the staircase. |
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| Strompy | Oct 30 2015, 08:27 PM Post #3155 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily was not about to let herself be disarmed. She didn't look like much but she took the physical aspect of her job seriously. She planted a leg behind her and with an elbow on her chest forced her backward. The two contorted, but the take down had Emily at an advantage. She was able to leverage more strength against her from her superior position and she had control of the gun. Alma still had her hands on it but it was pointed directly at her chest, if Emily wanted to she could have just killed her right there. At the moment she felt as if both Lowell's friends were an accessory to what happened, and she felt like she could very easily kill him... Noah somehow managed to disarm Willow and was now making threats of his own. She might have had to shoot Alma just to allow herself to get a shot on Noah, if outside intervention hadn't just shown up in the form of Brandon, Antonio, Andy and Hank returning from wherever the hell they'd been. "Hey guy. Put it down and we can talk." Brandon greeted Noah from behind in a friendly tone that carried the definate edge of malice, emphasized by the cold barrel of the carbine he pressed into his back. ... Brandon glanced briefly at Hank, in that miniscule glance was a desperate plea for him to do something... sane. Brandon didn't know what the hell was happening, all he could see was Lowell beaten to hell, probably by Eli, Emily wrestling with Alma using a cop takedown she'd clearly been trained in and Noah pointing his fiancée's weapon at his friends. Brandon's part was simple, point a gun at the guy pointing a gun at his people. Hank on the other hand was in a position to do something actually helpful and restore some sanity. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2015, 08:53 PM Post #3156 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Noah knew where to focus his gun now – on Emily. She had Alma pinned and a gun to her belly. When Brandon arrived and put yet another gun on him – these fucking people, Noah thought again – he almost didn’t even care. “Tell that to your people!” he yelled back. “Tell it to her! I’m not the one that pulled a gun!” Hank stepped forward into the chaos, looking around, clearly trying to make sense of it – and good luck, Noah thought. He seemed to be at a loss. “How about everyone puts their guns down?” he tried to reason. “I don’t know what happened here, but there’s a way to resolve this without anyone getting shot.” Lowell groaned again from the floor. Noah tensed up. “Noah?” Hank asked, looking at him pleadingly. Noah shook his head. “I don’t want to shoot anyone,” he said. “But if she doesn’t let Alma go and drop her gun right now, you’re gonna have to shoot me.” He figured he owed Alma that. After everything they had been through together, and the pain he had caused her earlier today… he owed her that at least. Hank re-directed his pleading gaze to Brandon. Maybe hoping he could make that happen. |
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| Strompy | Oct 30 2015, 09:20 PM Post #3157 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Is she going to stop grabbing at it? You retards barged in when we trying to get everything under control. I explained to you. I fucking explained. Your friend started this shit, he's drunk and he tried to attack me when I told him I wasn't interested for the second time. Eli helped me and put a beating on him, we were neutralizing him when these two assholes showed." Emily explained angrily boring a hole in Alma's eyes with her gaze. "Okay then. Nobody wants to shoot anybody... I think... So we can put the guns away now." Brandon said, taken aback by the story. He was the first to tentatively lower his carbine. He still kept it only half lowered in case he still needed to use it but he wasn't directly threatening Noah anymore. Emily gave Alma an expectant look and gestured with her head to the gun she still hadn't released. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 30 2015, 09:36 PM Post #3158 |
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Is that so?
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Nolan groaned as he peeled himself off the ground. His body had screamed at him pretty vehemently when Noah pushed him aside and slammed him into the wall -- it wasn't much, but he could really do without that right now. In a matter of seconds, everything had devolved. Brandon was aiming a gun at Noah, who had a gun pointed at Emily, who was wrestling with Alma over control of a third gun. Meanwhile, Eli still had Lowell pinned nearby while Willow was sitting on the ground with an ashamed look on her face. One bad call here and there was no telling who would be left standing at the end of all this. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. No. I should let Brandon handle this. I might just make things worse. He knows what he's doing here more than me. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 30 2015, 10:16 PM Post #3159 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank hadn’t known Noah long, but he liked him. He was courteous, honest, and even hardworking, in spite of his injury. Hank had seen the way his daughter looked at him and the way Noah looked at her, and he didn’t approve, but that was because of their circumstances, not because of him. In another life, he would have been happy to have Noah as a son. And Lowell – he didn’t really know him, but he owed him. He had saved his life multiple times. He had put himself on the line for them. Seeing him so damaged was disturbing. Emily’s story, however, was even more so. Thankfully, Brandon had taken the initiative to lower his gun. If he hadn’t, Hank didn’t know what might have happened. “I only grabbed it ‘cause you were pointing it at me, cunt,” Alma hissed. But she released her grip, and Emily followed through on holstering it. Alma pushed her back against the wall and started to get up. Noah, then, slowly bent over, and put the FNP back on the ground. The standoff was over. Hank exhaled and started breathing normally. * * * Eli was breathing in and out rapidly. His fist was shaking. The situation seemed to be tentatively de-escalating, but he wasn’t calming down. Emily’s second explanation had done little to quell his anger at Lowell, or his anger at Noah and Alma for coming to the aid of such a piece of shit. He looked down at Lowell, and found Lowell looking dizzily up at him. He made it clear in his gaze what he what he thought of him and what he wanted to do. Consequences, he thought, again, and he felt a tingling in his skin. Wendy, Darren. This is what happens. He reached for his own holster, for the first time in this scuffle. Lowell noticed. Eli savoured the panic in his eyes. There was another flurry of footfalls, like he heard when Hank and Brandon were rushing up the stairs. Eli snapped out of it and looked up, waiting to witness the local’s arrival. Then he heard a familiar zip noise, the kind that a knife made when it was being drawn from its holster. He looked down in time to see Lowell raise his arm, but not in time to stop him from lowering it – right into his foot. “Gah!” he cried out. All his anger returned, and he didn’t spare another thought before drawing his Supergrade, and aiming it right at Lowell’s forehead. “No!” Alma cried out, just before he could pull the trigger. He glanced up, saw her leaning over, swiping something off the floor – the Glock 22, he realized quickly, the one Lowell dropped. From her crouched position, she raised it at Eli. BANG! Eli raised his first, and his bullet punched through Alma’s shoulder, spraying blood in its wake. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG! Eli flinched and hit the floor, taking cover instinctively. When he opened his eyes, he saw everyone else had followed suit. When he dared to look up, he saw several local guards, all wielding automatic rifles. One of them was pointed at the ceiling – which rained plaster from where he had riddled it with bullets. The others were aiming down the hall at everyone assembled. If they wanted, they could have opened fire and cut each and every one of them to ribbons. “Stay down!” one of them called out. “Drop your weapons!” “Do it!” another echoed. Eli considered doing something else entirely – but then he decided against it, for the sake of his group. Instead, he did what they asked. He let go of his Supergrade. He watched through cringing eyes as Gregory made his way to the front of the group. Unlike the others, he was unarmed. He looked disappointed. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 30 2015, 10:49 PM Post #3160 |
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Is that so?
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Nolan was on the ground a second time. Everything had happened so quickly that he barely had time to even process what he just saw. Was everyone okay? Was Alma okay!? Eli had just shot her! Nolan's heart was racing inside his chest as he pressed his face against the ground and covered his head with his arms. But the gunfire had ended and he was sure he could hear voices over the ringing in his ears. Finally, he mustered the courage to look. Slowly. Gregory had returned with the cavalry apparently and everyone else had hit the ground as quickly as he did. A lot of big guys were standing over them now and they had guns. If they had really wanted, everyone in this hallway could have been mowed down in an instant. Nolan was filled with a sense of dread. But there was something more important than that right now. "I'm sure you guys are pretty mad right about now, but we have injured." Nolan tried to plead with Gregory. "They need medical attention." "He attacked Emily." Willow protested. "They're still injured!" He rebutted, annoyed that Willow was choosing now to make a point of this. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 31 2015, 02:23 AM Post #3161 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“We’ll take care of them,” Gregory said. “Brothers – go. I’ll get Mother Leonora. She’ll make sense of this.” With that, the group lowered their weapons and marched forward. Eli cringed some more, then stared straight at the ground. * * * Annie nervously rubbed her hands as she waited outside the shop, along with the rest of the adults from her group. That meant Brandon, Emily, Emmett, Nolan, and Antonio. Connor and Kelsey were with the Kelly family in their hotel room. They didn’t need to be here for whatever came next. Just like they didn’t need to be there for what came before. When it came to before, neither did Annie, actually. She had personally missed the action. After the first gunshot reverberated through the hotel, she told Connor to wait in the room, and she waited with him. For a long time, she had no idea what was going on outside the doors. She knew that everyone she cared about was capable, though, and that she herself wouldn’t be any use until after the fact – and even then, she hoped she wouldn’t have to be. Kind of a foolish hope, she realized in retrospect. She had since been exhaustively filled in, and knew exactly what happened leading up to the skirmish and then what happened after. Their hosts had swooped in, carried the wounded off for medical attention, and Leonora arrived to conduct brief interviews with everyone else. Once she had, almost everyone was released, with two exceptions. Lowell was one of them, obviously. His drunken aggression had started the whole thing, and he had stabbed Eli through the foot. From what Annie gathered, he had personally refused to say a word to the locals, but everyone else’s testimony had made it clear. He was now locked up in one of the offices of the shop everyone was now waiting outside. The other exception was Eli – the shooter. The reason Leonora had chastised everyone earlier in the day. “This is why we don’t allow guns in our borders,” she said, to everyone, in way or another. “Their presence invites unfortunate incidents like these.” It could have been worse, however. Eli could have shot Lowell. He could have shot him in a spot he couldn’t recover from. He could have added murder to the charges facing him. From what Annie had heard, he was only seconds away from doing just that. Now Eli was locked up in one of the other offices, and everyone’s weapons had been confiscated at gunpoint and left in one of the hotel rooms back at the Homewood Suites. One of Leonora’s guards was keeping watch on them, and she assured everyone they would get them back just as soon as they were ready to go. “And when will that be?” Annie asked, since it wasn’t entirely up to them, not so long as their hosts had Eli in a cage. “As soon as this unpleasant business is sorted out,” Leonora answered. That was roughly an hour ago. In the time since, she had been escorted by her blonde-haired aide Martin to her office, then to Lowell’s cell, then to Eli’s. She had given everyone permission to wait outside while she had a word with him, so that was what they were doing. Finally, she emerged from the shop-front, Martin strutting vigilantly by her side. “How is he?” Annie asked. “Eli, I mean.” She couldn’t care less how well Lowell was holding up, that bastard. “Physically, he’s alright. I’m afraid I can’t speak to much else. He’s rather... taciturn,” Leonora reported with a hesitant but polite smile. Of course he is, Annie lamented to herself. Idiot. “He was defending himself,” Annie said. “And Emily.” Leonora held up a hand, and smiled the same smile. Annie took a breath. “I’ve already heard your testimony, child,” she said. “And more importantly, Brother Gregory has also pled his case. I haven’t forgotten the kindness he showed one of ours back then.” Annie held her tongue. She wasn’t about to bring up the fact that while Eli may have acted first to save Gregory, he was also the one most vehemently against it. His opening fire on the rotters outside his house was more an act of protest than an act of kindness. Leonora didn’t have to know that, though. “And the girl Alma will be all right,” Leonora added. “God smiled upon her this day.” Again, Annie held her tongue. Because yeah, the bullet went all the way through, and Alma would probably be able to move her arm again in a few days’ time, but she had still been shot. “What about Eli?” she asked instead. “Does God…?” “Shooting another living soul within our borders is an act that cannot go unpunished,” Leonora said. “I recognize the mitigating factors, but at the very least, he needs some time to soberly reflect on his transgression. Beyond that? I will pray on it.” “And Lowell?” Emmett was the one to ask that. He had a deep frown on his face. Leonora’s smile dimmed. “What he did, on the other hand, is a more grievous offence,” she said. “He will be called to account. We have a courthouse at our home, we will take him there to stand trial before the Lord.” Annie nodded. She didn’t have anything to say about that. After what he tried to do, these people were welcome to him. “Can we see Eli?” she asked. Leonora nodded. “You may visit, but he is not yet permitted to leave.” “I understand,” Annie nodded back diplomatically. “We’ll talk more soon, I’m sure,” Leonora said. And with that, she allowed Martin to lead her away, towards whatever other pressing business she had. Perhaps something to do with the train that had arrived after the incident at the hotel – the one Annie and everyone else had heard whistling into the station, but were too distracted to pay much attention to. “Well, uh, shall we?” Annie gestured nervously to the shop, and then followed everyone else inside. There was a guard outside Eli’s door, and another outside Lowell’s. The one guarding Eli unlocked his door to let the group in. He closed it when they were all crowded in there, nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. The cell was once an office, but it had been stripped down to nothing but a bench and a bucket. Eli sat on the bunch, looking morose. Medical dressing had been wrapped all the way around his bare foot. He looked more damaged mentally than he did physically – which wasn’t much of a change from the usual. He looked up at them with his tired eyes, and Annie sighed. “So?” he asked. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Oct 31 2015, 02:59 AM Post #3162 |
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"Well, we screwed the pooch on this one." Willow told Eli. She felt bad about screwing up earlier and letting Noah get the better of her. Even if it was understandable given her injuries, it still felt like she had let the group down by letting herself be disarmed so easily. The failure alone was enough to make her want to take a few of her pain pills, but she specifically refrained from doing so because of Brandon's plea from the other night. "They haven't told us when, or if, they're gonna let you out of here." Nolan elaborated for him in case he had not been informed yet. "So now we're all stuck here until this mess gets sorted out now." "And we were a mere hour from being allowed to leave freely." Antonio mused with a somber sigh. "You know how I feel about all this already." Willow had noticed that the priest looked conflicted ever since the earlier incident. She couldn't tell if she was disappointed in Eli and his actions or if he was disappointed that he had to spend more time within these walls. His demeanor seemed more distant. Either way, she was just glad that he wasn't lecturing them on the recklessness and stupidity of what they did. After hearing about what Lowell did, or tried to do rather, she didn't particularly care about any of that. She didn't regret their actions. Alma had defended the wrong person and paid the price for it. "I'm sure we can appeal to Leonora." Willow suggested. "Like I said, this sucks and all, but these people are pretty reasonable. All things considered, I don't think this is all that bad, you know?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Oct 31 2015, 03:09 AM Post #3163 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli frowned and let out a long breath through his nose. He disagreed with Willow. It was pretty goddamn bad, he thought. “Did you bring my gun?” he asked. |
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| Strompy | Oct 31 2015, 10:23 AM Post #3164 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Confiscated. All of them." Brandon answered simply. Brandon didn't even bother to puzzle at the strangeness of the question. Brandon had voluntarily parted with his own weapons with the others as a sign of goodwill during this. Whether he trusted these people or not was irrelevant. While they had been released from detainment they were certainly not free from scrutiny. They had dispensed with appearances now and the increased presence of guards gave the clear message there would be reprisal for their next false step. Emily was less willing, even while she recognized they had no choice. The way she saw it this whole situation only provedhow vital it was for her safety. Even though sshe had missed Lowell her shot got everyone's attention and she much preferred the discomfort of the situation that followed to what could have happened. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 1 2015, 01:24 AM Post #3165 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli’s expression turned dark. “Get it back,” he ordered plainly. “Get all our guns back. However you gotta do it. We’re bustin’ out of here.” |
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