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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 768307" data-attributes="member: 1255">Monday, 6:04pmOn the streets, South SideMacario screams out as agony wracks him to his very core.&nbsp; Thrown off balance by the pain, he forgets himself for a moment.&nbsp; Embracing himself and doubling over, he tries to clear his brain of the daggers that seem to be embedded in it.&nbsp; He'd felt pain before, but this was different.&nbsp; This was... something more.&nbsp; Maybe he was finally dying, came an idle thought.&nbsp; He'd thought about it a lot since the discovery of his disease, and he'd thought he'd made his peace with it.&nbsp; But feeling the assault on two fronts - from the banging door behind him, and from deep within his body, he realized that dying was the last thing he wanted to do right now.&nbsp; That every bit of his soul was fighting claw and tooth for that next breath.&nbsp; As painful and depressing and unrewarding it had been, he wanted to live.Unfortunately, his concentration had left him and that was enough to give the hostile figure outside proper purchase.&nbsp; The thug barrelled full in, propelling Macario forward.&nbsp; His concentration focused crystal clear, the boy took action.&nbsp; Controlling his forward momentum, he rolled across the floor, and up on his feet, and was half-lunging, half-staggering for the door.&nbsp; Pulling down the water cooler and throwing it behind him to buy himself a few more seconds, he pulled open the door to the 'Employees Only' section and tried to make it out the back.I'm not dying yet, he thought to himself determinedly, his silent mantra to himself.&nbsp; I'm not dying yet!OOC: Macario will try to get out of the building, but will grab up any convenient/portable makeshift weapons to defend himself with.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 768307, member: 1255"] [i]Monday, 6:04pm On the streets, South Side[/i] Macario screams out as agony wracks him to his very core. Thrown off balance by the pain, he forgets himself for a moment. Embracing himself and doubling over, he tries to clear his brain of the daggers that seem to be embedded in it. He'd felt pain before, but this was different. This was... something [i]more[/i]. Maybe he was finally dying, came an idle thought. He'd thought about it a lot since the discovery of his disease, and he'd thought he'd made his peace with it. But feeling the assault on two fronts - from the banging door behind him, and from deep within his body, he realized that dying was the last thing he wanted to do right now. That every bit of his soul was fighting claw and tooth for that next breath. As painful and depressing and unrewarding it had been, [i]he wanted to live[/i]. Unfortunately, his concentration had left him and that was enough to give the hostile figure outside proper purchase. The thug barrelled full in, propelling Macario forward. His concentration focused crystal clear, the boy took action. Controlling his forward momentum, he rolled across the floor, and up on his feet, and was half-lunging, half-staggering for the door. Pulling down the water cooler and throwing it behind him to buy himself a few more seconds, he pulled open the door to the 'Employees Only' section and tried to make it out the back. [i]I'm not dying yet,[/i] he thought to himself determinedly, his silent mantra to himself. [i]I'm not dying yet![/i] [SIZE=1]OOC: Macario will try to get out of the building, but will grab up any convenient/portable makeshift weapons to defend himself with.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]

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