((I am a bad bad man. ^_^; Been busy with RL crap and a format to the point that I've been forgetting to update.
Gotta go to bed shortly but I can throw a quick one out while I'm at it. Oh, and Brother Allard, I DID mean to include you in the last post *Chuckles meekly* I just look over my post and update everyone in order, forgot I added you.))
[Jason]
While not moving at a leisurely pace, Jason wasn't in too much of a hurry, keeping his speed to a brisk walk, the cool night breeze floating over the river carrying the harsh smell of smoke to his nose, setting eyes watering.
Still, his eyes were good enough to notice people ahead as well as behind, a few individuals running at the top of the bridge away from broadway, and apparently some wounded ones following at a slower pace as well.
[sblock=ooc]Two success' actually.[/sblock]
[Darwin]
Even with the closed and locked doors you could hear them, stumbling through the house, the shattering of glass as the front door was broken further, and glasses were knocked to the floor in their pursuit.
Soon enough the woman appeared, head twitching this way and that, eyes roaming over the darkened garage. Meanwhile, your cat was going... well, crazy. Leaping from seat to seat, hissing in a way it was never known to.
[Derek]
The crash was over quickly. At least from Derek's point of view. Unable to stop, the swerve carried him around half of the dead vehicle. Still, he struck it soundly, and would have gone for a glorious adventure through the windshield glass if not for his seatbelt.
As it was, he woke up sometime later, Blood seeping into his eyes from a rather nasty gash over the forehead, he'd passed out from the impact, dizzyness likely the result of a concussion.
[sblock=ooc]OKAY! You just initiated what is known as a 'chance' roll. If your dice are ever lowered to the point where you wouldn't get any, you can roll anyways. If you fail, you fail, if you make a success, YAY! Roll a 1 however, and it is a Dramatic failure. You didn't fail dramatically, just badly. =) Thus you live.
Two points of bruising damage. I've rolled your soak, but you'll live =)[/sblock]
[Ethan]
Ethan's lost grip nearly spelled doom for him. His one hand slipping, he fell back to the railing, then lost his footing, spilling backwards towards the ground. That fall however, might have saved his life, the crack of his deadbolt shattering heard clearly in a brief moment of clarity as he fell.
The distance to the ground was terrifying, but over quite quickly with a shattering thump. He should be dead by all rights, three stories down to the ground. But not onto concrete, or onto his head, landing instead clean on his back, in bushes no less.
[sblock=ooc]Didn't botch so you ain't dead. You did take 2 levels of lethal damage, which = bad mojo. Still, better than nothing. =)[/sblock]
[Mike]
The secure area of the ward was a mess. Built to hold five, the room currently held eighteen patients, most restrained, though at least two were only partially so. Doctors moved among the patients, muttering to one another, oblivious to the guards as they went about their work, their tone dire.
"Jesus... took you long enough." Called his supervisor for the evening. A rather burly man, the two had not been introduced, though he gave off an air of compitence, only enhanced as he directed the handful of guards while pinning his own patient to a gurney.
"We've accounted for all the cases brought here except one. We think he got shipped to the emergancy ward but with all the chaos... Look, there is a clipboard next to you, got all his vital crap. Find this guy and bring him down here. And don't forget your taser or be afraid to use it, these suckers are crazy..."
[Jim&Darimus]
Adam shrugged in responce to the question, and Ann, after observing this newcommer for a short time joined him in indifference. "Sounds good enough for me." He jerked his thumb down the street. "Though if he wants a closer look at that, I'm out."
[Alan!]
Few, if anyone he knew was on the various IM programs, and those who were 'on' apparently weren't, or at least weren't at their computers at the moment. Perhaps they too were entranced by the news as it unfolded.
It was getting worse. The reporters cordon had been pushed back once again in the time since he had woken, raising speculation that things were leaving the police's control. Indeed, Alan was just getting his limited responces from the computer as the final bombshell dropped.
"Alright... folks we've just finished relocating, just a few hundred yards back now from broadway. What a sight this is. The smoke is obscuring almost everything, indeed our cameras are having trouble adjusting to the darkness and the thick smoke coming off of...
My god... Is... Jesus tim do you... yeah yeah, zoom in. Parents with woken children should probably send them out of the room... these images are... disturbing."
The words were enough to bring eyes up to the TV, fixated on the image with the same horror as the camera man. A human was walking towards them, though he should not have been. Nearly half his torso was blown out, ribs gleeming white in the moonlight, a wound that would have any living person incapacitated and dying, yet this man was walking carelessly towards the crew, chewing on something in its hands, something human.
"... Sta.. start the van. Folks, we're going to have to relocated... We can't be sure, but... well there seems to be more of them passing the police cordon. We're not sure as to the cause, but they seem to be moving our way. We'll keep you informed as best we can of the progress of... well its not a riot anymore... my producers are telling me, yes we have confirmed reports from St. John's hospital. Its African Rabies."
