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<blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 603114" data-attributes="member: 1856">FU KIM Restaurant, Front RoomBellaire Chinatown, DIHO MallFor Carlos, the moment seems to drag on for minutes.&nbsp; He hears the glass shatter and jumps at the noise, but everything becomes blurry.&nbsp; He feels a thump, almost like a child hitting him with a toy, almost otherworldly.&nbsp; Reflexively, he shoves backwards in his chair with his arms and good leg, sending himself to the ground.&nbsp; Then the pain hits.&nbsp; Flashback to ten years earlier.&nbsp; He's lying in the grass.&nbsp; There's so much blood.&nbsp; His mama and tia are screaming.&nbsp; The pain has started to go away.&nbsp; He's tired.&nbsp; Then there's lots of lights.&nbsp; People telling him not to go to sleep, just keep breathing in this tube.&nbsp; The tube doesn't taste very good.Back to the resteraunt.&nbsp; Imagining the breathing tube snaps Carlos back to the present.&nbsp; He's been shot.&nbsp; Need to stop the bleeding.&nbsp; &quot;Kit...in my car,&quot; he manages to squeeze out between clenched teeth, pulling his keys from his jacket as he drags himself behind the table and chair.Carlos drops to prone as a free action, draws his keys, and attempts to take full cover behind the table.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Velenne, post: 603114, member: 1856"] [I]FU KIM Restaurant, Front Room Bellaire Chinatown, DIHO Mall[/I] For Carlos, the moment seems to drag on for minutes. He hears the glass shatter and jumps at the noise, but everything becomes blurry. He feels a thump, almost like a child hitting him with a toy, almost otherworldly. Reflexively, he shoves backwards in his chair with his arms and good leg, sending himself to the ground. Then the pain hits. Flashback to ten years earlier. He's lying in the grass. There's so much blood. His mama and tia are screaming. The pain has started to go away. He's tired. Then there's lots of lights. People telling him not to go to sleep, just keep breathing in this tube. The tube doesn't taste very good. Back to the resteraunt. Imagining the breathing tube snaps Carlos back to the present. He's been shot. Need to stop the bleeding. "Kit...in my car," he manages to squeeze out between clenched teeth, pulling his keys from his jacket as he drags himself behind the table and chair. [I]Carlos drops to prone as a free action, draws his keys, and attempts to take full cover behind the table.[/I] [/QUOTE]

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