[Ethan]
Ignoring the yapping of the dog, you settled down comfortably in front of the tv. Pumping up the volume as much as you thought you could get away with, half nodding off in front of the rather boring episode.
Time flicked by on the clock, perhaps twenty minutes before you realized the dog was no longer yapping, silence echoing through your building. And then, just as it had decended, there was a smash. It was quiet at first, just a cracking of glass so dim you thought you might have heard nothing, muting the sound you distinctly heard the second time, glass shattering, then the sound of footsteps crunching atop it.
[sblock=ethan]For simplicities sake I rolled a pair of perception checks for you based off of events. I'll be doing this from time to time to keep the game moving, I hope you don't mind?
First=
No successes
This indicates that you missed what time the dog stopped barking.
Second=Is a much happier
Three Successes. You heard the window breaking.[/sblock]
[Darwin]
The blinds were tugged open, the street dim in the late evening, lit by flickering street lights, a bit of an oddity in this more upscale portion of town. The strobe light effect was continued by the flashing of lights from a Ford Ranger parked across the street, its headlights flashing as the alarms went berserk.
The culprits were obvious, a trio of young men, likely club goers from the bars further down broadway where you were certain that more violent alarm originated. The trio were dressed for clubbing, their best cloths, spiky hair, and obviously high as a kite as they pounded at this suv. swarming over the blinking lights, striking them with open palms.
[Mike]
Mike was fortunate in his commanding view of the city, facing out towards the river, he could, with a bit of difficulty spot the clouds of rolling black smoke appearing just over Broadway. Basic common sense would give that this was a big fire, If not a single building, then at least one of the larger resteraunts like Lydia's or one of the few skyscrapers in that area of the city.
Sirens could already be heard echoing from the police and fire departments, and as he stood and watched, a red glow would begin to grow, the fires obvious source. And then came the people....
(See below.)
[sblock=Mike]For ease of continuing I rolled a perception check for you. Generally speaking, if you are actively looking for something, just roll it then and there, if you roll out of order I'll just shrug and disregard it, no harm done =)
That said, I forgot to give you a penalty to your pool on the roll you made, fortunately for you I'm just subtracting the last dice, which wasn't your...
One success
=)[/sblock]
[Jason]
From Victoria street bridge, Jason was closest to the chaotic events. With a little difficulty he was able to pin the source of the ringing, his head turning to regard it and the vast plume of smoke drifting up into the cloudy sky.
From his direction it was still impossible to determine precisely what on broadway was burning. But he could tell it was something bad, perhaps something explosive judging by those he could see running full tilt down broadway bridge.
It was merely a trickle at first as he watched, a handful of people running down the paths. And then that trickle became a flood, as if every occupant of every bar, nightclub and other enjoyment on broadway were fleeing like rats from a ship.
Vehicles joined them, though most were slowed by the pedestrians, the walkways so crowded that many seemed willing to brave traffic on the bridge rather than be slowed by those in front of them.
[Jim & Adam]
For these two the night still seemed to be going well. Closing the last few blocks to 8th street with not so much as a peep of trouble. Hell, they even went so far as to wait for the light to change rather than sprint across traffic as normal.
And they nearly got killed for it, moving as soon as the pedestrian light flicked on they were all but picked off by a speeding vehicle that burned clear through the red light, only a quick word from Jemal saving Adam from what would have been at least broken bones.
"John the baptist!" Adam swore, a poor joke from some internet cartoon, his hands shaking at the near death experience, common sense getting him to move along with Jim out of the street. "That crazy bastard nearly killed us!"
[Arell]
It was too often a punishment for night staff, the lack of sleep, the constant battle that too often left them restless and pacing. Tonight however, the punishment seemed to be to Arell's advantage.
Were he sleeping, he'd not hear the sirens. While this was not unusual for the corner house in which he lived. What was unusual was the number Perhaps two dozen passing down tailor at full bore, horns on engines blasting, police sirens flicking their sound to blow through intersections.
Something big was up.
