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(Setting) Abandoned Motel
| (Ahh, that was an accident!)
| (Alright, thank you really, thought I messed up big time)
| >Through her attempts to keep silence, glass is broken behind her. Several men attempt to enter the building from nearby, all armed with some kind of weapon of damage, whether it be a pipe, bat or worse. Upon sight she immediately quickens her pace, beginning to run for the nearest exit.
"Oh, I hope they're near by.."
| >Nearly there! As she makes it to the door, Not only is she spotted, but those outside are alerted. Her closest exits are blocked, leaving her to make her final standing in the closest room she can find. Locking the door, she finds anything heavy to push in front and block for the time she has, desks, drawers, mattresses.. She gives herself a quick glance around the room and worries, heading to the window to scout out for anything that gives hope.
"Quite a problem here.. anyone?"
| >The miniature mob begins breaking down the door, attempting to get through the items holding it shut. The girl takes a short time to relax on the situation before figuring an escape, turning and heading out the window. She quickly makes her way out to the street, stopping to look for another direction to go.
"The shop is long from here, where to.. Where to?"
>Not long is it until she's brought down by a tackle, a man having the idea to go around the building, unlike the rest.
| >With instinct she curls up as the man begins to beat his fists into her head and torso. She pleads as it goes on, trying her hardest to endure.
"Is this n-n-neces-sary?! P-please"!
>With little strength, she's nearly limp within the first minute, wishing she hadn't of left the safety of her home in the first place.
| >With roaring thunder, a motorbike charges from down the street. Getting the man's attention quick enough, he sticks out his knee, cracking it against the attacker's temple to keep him from hurting the girl anymore.
| >The bike hurries to turn around and stops next to the girl. The man gets off and crouches by her, checking to see if she's even still breathing.
| "There—there it is."
> Shortly after, a woman followed the charge to the street, visibly out of breath. She did nothing, however, as the attacker has been brought down to defeat.
"What a—what a gallant rescue—"
> As she spoke, she coughed, her lungs trying to make the best out of few breaths she had. It wasn't long before she regained her rhythmic breath again.
| >The man looks up to the voice, looking for the owner with curiosity.
"Hm.. w-who's..?"
| "We—"
> Coughing yet again and tries to gasp for another breath.
"Nevermind us — we were surveying; how is the lady over there?"
| (*she tries)
| The girl groans and attempts a roll, still fearing that she's going to be attacked again, she lays on her side, not daring to look at two newcomers. She still breathes but with heavy injuries on her weaker body.
| >He takes a second to respond with an action. Once doing so, he looks back down at the girl, checking her pulse and injuries.
"She's still breathing.. She's well torn up, however."
| (with an > infront of it)
| "Hey, he's gone, I'm not going to hurt you."
>He tries to comfort her out of moving so much, drawing his phone to message a friend.
"Uni, why did you follow me?"
| >Another motor is heard as a cab comes around the corner, just in the nick of time. It flies up next to the bike and stops suddenly. The window rolls down.
"Get her in the back, lay her down gently! She looks like she might have a concussion. There's a first aid kit in the trunk, under the duster jacket. You guys know how to use it?"
| >The man nods as he removes his Helmet, cautious with her well being and following instructions, Kazuki gets her into the backseat neatly before heading to the trunk for the first aid.
| >She lightly groans but doesn't attempt any resistance throughout the process. She does however, uses needed strength to sit up best she can to look at the other woman, curious as to her arrival.
| "Uh, don't mind the guns and stuff back there. Don't want my regular customers finding out how much heat I'm packing"
>The trunk has shotguns, rifles, sniper rifles, and even what appears to be a grappling hook. There's also the previously mentioned duster and a motorcycle helmet
| "miss, are you ok?"
>The man looks back to check on her
| >Kazuki chuckles at the collection, looking under the jacket and grabbing the first aid. He comes back around to the front to tend to her.
"Not minding, at all."
| The girl has laid herself back down, having started shaking in her seat. She looks up to him and nods, her voice softer than usual due just to condition.
"N-Never better, I-I-I supp-ose."
| "Love the attitude."
>Kazuki tries to keep the tension low as he begins doing what he can. He keeps note of the sounds back at the motel, looking up to Asher.
"I suppose we should get going, bring her along to Kiki's? Give her time to get better before heading to the shop."
| "Sounds like a plan, though I don't know that I'll be good to drive after going under for an operation. You think you can drive this?"
>Asher looks at Kazuki with a look that says "if you wreck it you'll regret it"
| He looks up to Asher with a thought, before putting down the medical supplies.
"Of course.. Just one second."
>He turns to find the other, Uni and approach for a favour.
| >As Kazuki leaves, the girl rolls slightly to face the front, looking to Asher.
"You.. M-Mind I ask.. What is your name?"
| "Me? Name's Asher. Asher Gray."
>The man gives a kind smile at the girl
"Hope you don't mind a detour before we get to the shop, things kinda haven't gone as planned"
| "And your name, miss?"
| >She smiles back the best she can give, nodding at the word 'detour'.
"It's okay. I-eh.. I understand. E-Elliott Reumund."
| (Oops, scratch the first part*)
| (Horray, I went for a nap and we already have 19 replies!)
| "Then, what story are this cast going to write next? We don't need plans — a single word is enough."
> Although she hadn't planned on following the group, seeing that there isn't much to do, she decided to stick around for long.
"—Should have brought my papers..."
> She mumbled a sentence before looking at the group once more.
| "Ah, you're miss Uni I presume? The other one who saw the crime scene. That feels like forever ago, now. When this is all over, I'd love to discuss and compare notes with you."
>The man waves slightly and looks back ahead.
"I hope that killer isn't off taking advantage of this situation... Though given his methods he probably hasn't had a chance"
| "Crime scene... My! You reminded me of that fantastic piece— We still wonder who the killer is, however. With the ever-increasing distraught over the city, we haven't made much of a progress spotting the cold trails of the killer—"
> Seemingly derailed by the thought of finding the killer, Uni shook her head, putting her in the now again.
"Putting that aside.."
| (*me = us, I need to wake up)
| >Kazuki, now back in the car, sighs and nods to Asher, rejoning the group after time being.
"We are free to go. I see you two have met quickly."
| "Heh."
> Uni chuckled at Kazuki's word.
"So—.. where will the group go now? We see no reason to stay here long; lest those brutes down the street arrive and start drumming a fight again."
| "we go to kiki's. You look after the girl while I drive us there, ok Uni?"
> Asher smiles
| "O.. o—Of course! We have the capability to do so! Leave the tending job to us. You guys go spend your time navigating the paths."
> Uni proudly exclamates, her voice a bit shaky.
| "Kaz, you're following on your bike, right?"
>Asher glances to kazuki
| "Of course. I shall be close behind."
>He nods with a trusted smile, backing to fetch his helmet.
| "alrighty, then let's go"
>Asher pulls away, driving quickly but carefully to not jostle the injured one in the back.
| >Close behind, Kazuki gets his helmet strapped on, catching quickly on his two wheels and keeping an eye out for both Asher and himself.
| "So, we are not the best with names: who is this Kiki person that owns the place of our destination?"
> Confusedly, Uni asked Asher for more details; seeing that she dragged herself into the situation, she had no idea who or what things are.
| (I set up a new scene for the drive, since there's no thread for our destination yet)
| >walking past it. Just a dude in a hoody.
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| >5th and Oak, a secondary choke point of the riots back on the first day. Looted, destroyed, but still not empty as a young woman, feeble as she looks, makes her way rather carefully through the building.