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Post by ℓorєsaucє on Mar 16, 2011 21:20:50 GMT -5
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Tabris was used to people and was used to being manhandled. It was not foreign to her to be lead about by a person or somehow kept at bay, because she had grown up in an enclosure all her life and had, from time to time, been visited by vets. Some of these visits had lead to her being restrained in manners relatively unpleasant and other times the vet had actually shot her with a dart and had knocked her unconscious. She would not be - could not be - phased by the rough treatment. Maybe if she had been a human woman rather than panthress in human skin, it would have bothered her more.
The conversation floated idly over her head and she paid little attention to it. At one point she almost looked like she was going to laugh, and at another point she was rolling her eyes at what she felt to be clear stupidity. They were so busy blathering to one another they didn't even notice her expressions, and maybe if they had they would have realised something was not quite right. As it was, Tabris did not struggle nor say much, and as the metal door slid open to reveal Tenma and some kid she didn't know, the Shifter cocked her head to one side. Tenma would be beaten and bruised tomorrow morning, no doubt, but he didn't look particularly worse for wear considering the hooligans she had seen so far. She had been so busy looking Tenma up and down for serious wounds, and briefly glancing over the unfamiliar kid, that the sudden attempt to touch her face did startle her, and for the first real time since her capture Tabris narrowed her eyes and half-heartedly jerked her head away from the hand. Her expression said it all: "touch me and you die painfully" and for a moment this glare stayed on her face even as some other human intervened and effectively saved her from the unwanted touch. If looks could kill, that man would have been doing whatever Tabris wanted him to do.
Conversation that Tabris didn't really listen to as she tried to stop glaring murder at one man, and she muttered something angrily under her breath as her wrists were released in a manner rougher than she would have liked, too. She brought her arms back around her front, holding them over her chest and rubbing them each briefly, shaking her head, before she realised that the new man already had a gun pointed at her. A frown flickered across her face before she tried to replace it with half a smile. "Do something funny? Why would I even dream of it?" She asked, sounding innocent and yet unable to keep from being somewhat coy.
Of course she would dream of it. The fact was that she would have been stupid not to. Yet, she didn't feel like arguing with a bullet, and as the man motioned for her to start walking somewhere, she did so with no argument. Bullets did not need mouths to argue; they rather hurt and could prove quite fatal. They ended arguments quickly. Tabris allowed her eyes to scan the warehouse as she walked, taking in all the details she could. Cracks, crevices, places of entry or escape and whatever things were already being stored. The one thing she did not like was where she was being lead, and although she hid it well, Tabris was finally starting to feel uncomfortable with what was happening.
She was growing irritated with his way of addressing her too. "Call me girl one more time, boy, and I will show you just how ungirl-like I can be." She snapped, disliking the close contact more and more with every second that passed. She had been calm and collected arriving, but Tabris had not expected anything like this, and it certainly put her on edge. Fighter or not, she was about to turn around and beat this miserable fucker into the ground. She did not 'voluntarily' move her hands behind her as such, but the male gave her little choice, and as Tabris narrowed her eyes and glared down into the darkness below she suddenly wondered what exactly would happen if she went down there willingly.
Something bad, no doubt. Rohjyx would be unhappy with her that she even got into this predicament. A few cuts and bruises wouldn't piss him off any more, would they? Tabris ignored the prickly irritation and severe discomfort, having a guess at what this monstrous bastard was planning already, and plotting ways to use it to her advantage. "I don't think I'm down here for sight seeing, am I?" She asked quietly after a moment, not bothering to be loud because she was well aware how dangerously close to her face he was. It was a struggle not to shiver at his breath on her neck, or lash out far too early. No, she would wait until he felt comfortable. Settled. Strong and in control. He would be more likely to make some stupid mistake if he actually thought he had her under some charming little spell, and then she would get out.
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Post by Aria ! on Mar 19, 2011 13:52:03 GMT -5
The boy's ramblings were ignored for the most part, he wasn't saying anything important. Somehow Tenma had managed to slip one leg free of the ties he had around his ankles, and though one was still bound he could now move around and stand. Which he did. He stood and peered through the corner of the small window, only realizing his back was cut when he slid back down, seeing the red on the wall. It wasn't bad, but it was bleeding enough for him to notice. The other cuts bled too, and so did his head, but... he'd be fine. Bleeding out was not the way he was meant to die, and he refused to die on anyone's but his own terms. And well, Rohjyx's. But that was a different matter, and this was a different time.
The door opened. It was two goons and Tabris herself, behaving just like a tame kitten. She was going to be stored with them, which he didn't like for two reasons; One, She was caught. Two, the people in this room were obviously there to be interrogated and killed later. Not that he'd talk, and he doubted Tabris would, but then again.. She had her limits. Cats and dogs were different, and he assumed that was one of the ways- Dogs wouldn't talk while cats would.
Then an entirely different slime dog appeared. Tenma might've been human, but his sixth sense for creeps didn't disappear with his dog form. And the guy stank of arousal. It was disgusting. He was all suave, telling Tabris to come with him. It made Tenma angry, furious. He growled low in his throat, and even though his human vocal chords couldn't produce a menacing sound like his dog form could, it was a pretty fair replica. It was enough to make him jump forward, lurching out the door but only being able to go an inch or two because of the short chain they'd locked him on. His body strained to go forward, and the chain creaked in the sudden pressure it was put under. He struggled. Managing to break one tie on his hands, then the other and freeing them. Once that was done his fists slammed into the metallic lining of the door, creating a reverberating boom.
"Don't you touch her!" He roared from the cell, glaring daggers out small window. If that man turned around, he'd be greeted with a look of pure unadulterated anger, a deadly threat and the determination to back it up. They soon went out of sight, but he was sure they could hear him beating on the door futilely a few more times, before cussing in Spanish and backing up to sit defeated at against the wall. If one of them came back, he wouldn't do anything to fight them.. He'd let them think he was subdued, and when they led him out of the cell... Well, he'd make a beeline for that dark door he'd watched Tabris and the scumbag enter.
A low growl reverberated in his throat, as he peered through the one eye he could open at the door.
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Post by Alex on Mar 24, 2011 11:32:14 GMT -5
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Alex's fingers gripped the edge of the windowsill in anxiety as he realized what was going on. This was much bigger than something the Assassins or Thieves would get themselves into. He doubted that these were even shapeshifters.
"Who the hell-" he mused aloud, before the sudden sound of a door slamming open nearby startled him. Crouching in the rooftop gravel behind the skylight, he peered around the corner and spotted three of the goons. He covered his mouth to keep from coughing as their cigarette smoke wafted to him on the air, filling his lungs with its pungent smell. For a split second he considered bolting, but he realized that they obviously hadn't seen him yet, or they'd be after him. Maybe he had the element of surprise.
Or maybe not quite.
Alex's heart raced as one of the men climbed the fire escape to reach higher ground and survey the area, absently taking a drag on his cigarette. The Thief ducked until his forehead nearly touched the ground. Panicking, he tried steadying his breath. This was serious. These guys had guns. Real guns with real bullets with real consequences. He could outrun most threats in fox form and he knew the city well enough to be able to escape those that were faster than he was, but he couldn't outrun bullets.
The footsteps wandered closer and Alex held his breath, listening. The image of his bulletriddled body flashed in his mind's eye. Oh god. This was too much, too much. Too real. Too threatening, too big, too over his head-
"Hey, what're you doing-?" The man exclaimed, taking a jump back as he spotted the crouched Thief. Alex reacted in an instant, his paranoid mind not taking the time to think his actions through. In a flash the shifter had lunged at the man's legs, knocking him over on his back. He landed a quick blow to his nose before darting off towards the fire escape as the man scrambled to his feet, rubbing his broken nose. The commotion had gotten the attention of the other two, who had started running up the metal stairs. The first one reached the landing with the second a few steps behind just as Alex reached them, and before they could react he had barreled into the closest, sending him tumbling down the stairs and taking his cohort with him. All three crashed down the cold metal of the fire escape, and a crack from somewhere on the way down, but he wasn't sure if it was him or the two goons. They finally fell to the alley's ground after what seemed like hours of spinning and Alex scrambling to right himself and get away before they regained their footing. Aching, the thief staggered to his feet as a bullet smashed into the staircase just a few feet from his head. It showered sparks upon impact that jolted the Thief into a dive out of the way. Oh god. What had he gotten himself into?
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Post by ℓorєsaucє on Mar 26, 2011 18:11:17 GMT -5
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Tabris was getting increasingly unhappy with her situation. The man hadn't responded to her question with anything more than a very dark chuckle that leaked of perverse intentions, and had prodded her with the muzzle of his gun until she had gone further down the steps and, eventually, reached the floor of the basement. The only thing that the panthress Shifter was grateful for was that her hands were still free and the man didn't seem like he was about to restrain her properly. Something she would make him regret deeply.
He continued to march her onwards, the muzzle of the gun now pressed hard enough into her back that it genuinely hurt and would probably leave a bruise. His breathing was a little more out of order too in some clear anticipation of what he hoped was to come, and Tabris got the feeling he was getting more than a little impatient as he shoved the gun forwards and her with it, no doubt leaving her with a nice bruise for the next week in the process. It was dark down here and the few lights that were on weren't much help at all; Tabris cursed the poor eyesight of a human body mentally. She was walking forwards almost absently now, as if used to it, but came to an abrupt stop as her capturer's free hand grabbed her left wrist tightly and yanked her sideways. The movement had been so sudden that Tabris could do little but follow it, wincing and repressing a growl of pain as her back slammed into something behind her. A box? A wall? Hell if she knew.
She had more important things to worry about as Josh did not take his sweet time. The instant she was even remotely stunned his gun was away, his now free hand grabbing her other wrist and pinning both her arms to her sides. His grip on her wrists was painful, but that wasn't what bothered Tabris. What bothered her was the fact that he was all over her the instant her arms were somewhat subdued; the length of his body pressed roughly against her own as he moved to try and take her lips with his in an attempt to steal a kiss from her.
'Aw hell no.'
She may not have been able to use her arms, but panthers did not fight with their paws often anyway. For a minute Tabris did nothing to fight back, gathering herself and trying to keep her focus. It wasn't easy, but she managed to keep calm enough to know what she could do. His lips moved hard against her own enough that they would probably bruise, too, but this would work in her favour. Closing her eyes tightly, Tabris opened her mouth as if in submission, and the instant that the man's lips came a little too close, she bit down. And she bit down hard.
There was a yell of pain and an explosion of blood into her mouth that told her she'd done her job; Josh's face jerked away from her own and his grip tightened even further. "You fucking bitch." He snarled, although he was smirking and this fact wasn't something Tabris liked. "You know I think I might just kill you."
He moved in again, this time to try and kiss at her neck, and Tabris lost herself to panic. Her neck was one place she never liked anybody being - unless of course that person was Rohjyx - because her neck was a very vulnerable place on her body. As instinct kicked in, Tabris struggled hard, and didn't really register much of what happened as she did so. It went by in a flash; she had kicked him with her legs and possibly hit the crown jewels and he'd bitten her in the process because he'd simply tried to grit his teeth in pain. She'd ended up on the floor and he had landed a couple of kicked to her stomach, possibly fracturing a rib. He'd taken out his gun and even managed to fire a shot off, which scathed her arm and left a deep wound that would take some time to heal.
And then she had Shifted, and there had been a lot of blood and a flash as another shot went off. When Tabris regained even half her sanity, she was covered in blood. Some of it hers, a lot of it his. She hadn't bitten anywhere serious, she had simply lashed out in panic. She stared down at the body of the man who had just tried to do unspeakable things to her and couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive. Thanks to the adrenaline, she didn't care. She turned and fled, reaching the stairs and shifting again as she dashed up them.
Josh was still alive, and perhaps Tabris would later regret not checking to see whether he was dead. Provided he was found, and the trail of blood she left guaranteed he would be, he would survive; and he'd seen it all.
By the time she had reached Tenma's cell, Tabris hurt all over and felt more than a little woozy. She hated how her neck had been injured and didn't enjoy the pain in her shoulder; as she opened the door to the cell she couldn't bring herself to say much at all. Too disorientated and too out of it, a dim smile appeared on her face as she glanced at Tenma. "You know I could have heard you banging around on that door for miles away."
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Post by Aria ! on Mar 28, 2011 19:28:28 GMT -5
The fusson the roof went virtually unnoticed by Tenma. It wasn't his business what happened to Alex, he didn't care. He had bigger problems at the moment anyway. Tabris, down there, alone in that dark room with someone Tenma would find and kill if he touched one hair on her head. He was a loyal dog, and like all dogs, when their master gets married and has kids, they become attached to them like family as well. So in a way, Tabris was a like a sister to him; a higher ranked, much more important sister, but a sister nonetheless. His real sister had a special place of her own, but again, this wasn't the time to be thinking of that.
The doornob twisted, and began opening. The seconds were painfully slow as Tenma eagerly wished that the man's face would appear as the one behind the door, so that he could find out just how unlucky he was to have ever messed with the Assassins. But it wasn't that man. It was a woman, and he was much more relieved to see her than he should have been. Tabris. She was alright, fully clothed, and... Covered in blood. That was alright, Tenma could smell that it wasn't hers, so it was okay. At least, most of it wasn't.
"You know I could have heard you banging around on that door for miles away."
He stood easier than he thought he'd be able to, but his neck was still chained. Uncomfortable, he couldn't move very far.. Hmm. That latch he was attached to was pretty rusted... Gripping the chain with scuffed up hands (and bloody knuckles, he just came to realize) he gave a hard, swift yank. If you could've played it back second by second, you wouldn't have been able to tell which was going to win; the rusty latch or the cheap steel of the chains. In the end the chains gave out, snapping somewhere just before the latch. Giving him freedom again. He made no attempt to remove the dangling chain from his neck, that would need lock-cutters to get off, since the lock it was actually on was new, reinforced. Tenma wasn't a god, and he didn't pretend to be.
"Good. If you could still hear me, then you would know you weren't dead, and I wasn't dead, and that we were gonna get out of here. And the way I see it, there's only one good way- Up. We could plow straight through their asses, but honestly I think we'd just end up getting caught and sent straight back here again, if not dead." He spoke quickly, peering out the door as the grunt began to pile back in, unknowing of what was going on just yet. "Take the stairs to the right of this room and find the fire escape. Then take it and don't look back. I'll provide a distraction, and don't worry; I'll be right there behind you."
'Liar..'
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Post by Alex on Mar 29, 2011 21:49:14 GMT -5
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“ "Don't move and I might not smash your face to bloody pieces," the man on the roof snarled, gun aimed in Alex's general direction. The Thief was under the fire escape, beneath the gang member, but there were plenty of gaps in the metal which a bullet could easily fly through. He stood still, trying to figure out a plan. The two men that he had toppled down the stairs were just now getting to their feet, reaching for their own weapons, their cigarette break out of mind. Alex glanced upwards through the fire escape and locked eyes with the man, who was now slowly descending the stairs, gun hand steady.
Alex waited a few seconds until he was at the landing and the landing was in the way of his sight. The thief took the opportunity to bolt, careful not to run in a straight line. He heard another shout and the explosion of gun powder and his ears rang with the echoing sound, but thankfully there wasn't an accompanying jolt of pain. He scrambled into an accessway and slid along the narrow passage until he was in the next alley over. He scanned quickly for a place to hide and chose once more to go for height, taking a rickety staircase up past a boarded second-floor window. He could hear the three men hot in pursuit and he hoped that he'd be out of sight before they could shoot.
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Post by ℓorєsaucє on Apr 2, 2011 18:19:39 GMT -5
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There was still enough shock and fear in Tabris' system to make her a little less aware of her surroundings then she would have liked. The distinctive ringing in her ears from the gunfire down below was still present and it irritated her, causing to rub at one of her ears briefly. The deep scar left by the passing bullet continued to bleed rather freely and continued to sting, and all the other cuts and bruises just amounted to pain Tabris didn't want.
She listened to Tenma with a distant look on her face, hearing the words over the ringing but struggling to process them. She had been hit harder than she had initially thought and now that the shock was gradually leaving her system, Tabris was starting to feel exhausted and more inclined to shift to the form she was most comfortable in every passing second. It wasn't that she couldn't handle a fight nor that she couldn't take a beating, but guns were still foreign to her and were not really possible to fight. There was also a great pain in her midsection that, though she didn't realise it, was the sign of a fractured rib or two. Durable as she was, Tabris had taken just a little too much in too short of a time, and it was taking a toll on her system.
"You're a liar Tenma, I know you better than that." She told him, having taken several seconds longer than she should have done to respond. "You would be right behind me until you ran off in the other direction, and then you wouldn't be behind me at all. God forbid Seth finds out I let you run away, he would never forgive me." She then added, before moving to pinch the bridge of her nose, wincing slightly and shutting her eyes tightly in brief pain. She tried to shake it away, unimpressed when shaking her head did in fact only make her dizzy, and then allowed herself to frown across at Tenma.
For a moment, frown at him was all she did. Then, the expression changed, and despite the pain Tabris managed to pull a genuine, caring sort of smile at the big man. "I know you're going to be mad at me later, but I'm sorry Tenma. I can't just leave knowing you won't follow, and risk you never coming back.
"Also, you shouldn't lie, it's bad for your health." It was never too late for a bit of humour, was it? "I will go and take the fire escape. But I'm not leaving until I see you leave, and if I see you in trouble instead, then you can bet I'm going to totally save your doggy ass in some epic way, to the point Rohjyx will laugh when he hears the story." The panthress told Tenma, sternly in the sort of tone Tabris used when she was giving out some kind of an order. She wouldn't be leaving without knowing Tenma was getting out, too, and nothing the dog could say would make her change her mind.
He was as much family as Seth and Rohjyx and Roscoe at this point, and you just didn't run away from that. She didn't even give Tenma time to answer or reform some sort of plan, just in case he tried to argue. Instead Tabris used what energy she could muster to shift, far more comfortable and faster in her feline form. She was close to collapse, too, and she knew she'd rather be in her real form if that happened. Then, with a brief "grin" at Tenma, she turned and limped away at speed, heading for the very same fire escape that Alex had just fled from, totally unknowing of the three men in that general area who, no doubt, would notice a giant white cat.
(OoC:: | For clarification, Tabris is slowly making her way out of this thread. She has enough names, enough information about these people and enough wounds to show for it. But she can't just, like, dash out and get away totally free. People are free to take control of the three guys just shooting after Alex and spice up her escape, but either way my next post in this thread will see Tabris leave one way or another. XD )
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Post by Sinneh on Apr 11, 2011 19:27:28 GMT -5
Kyrian cringed, groaned and growled, every sound rasping from raw vocals as reality was becoming more and more indistinguishable. What the fuck did he do to deserve this huh? Was it his mouth? His will? His profession? HE sure as hell didn’t piss of Lady karma enough for her to start bitching at him now, well unless she had a thing against stripping bisexuals. Time was fluid, and he faintly remembered the time when he was rollin’ high up on some shit, this sort of out of body thing. Even the pain was fading into a sort of mild vibration all over. It felt…nice.
And that’s when he remembered that people that went though what he did aren’t supposed to feel like this unless they’re dying. But he didn’t want the shock of reality back, and did he really want to live his crap-ass life? Heavy mental sigh. His once brilliant eyes were glassy and dull behind heavy lids, his heartbeat faint and fleeting, but he was still alive. And all human now.
Then the dog-shifter went into a beserkrage, making the liger-teen flinch rolling on his back as he struggled to open his eyes. He was too out of it, or maybe simply uncaring of what was going on, he growled, coughing blood as the sound felt like it was being ripped from his lungs. And then quiet, all was quiet. Or maybe he just passed out again. “Gawd Damnit!” He cursed, surprisingly loud for someone in and out of the here and now. The echo of the gunshots lifted him from the darkness of his mind, and when the door was opened and the dog-man and a higher, feminine voice started to echo around, he grunted, knowing he couldn’t sleep during this. Not because he didn’t want to, but because this could be his way out as well. He squirmed, shifting his body as much as he could, hissing with a grimace. By the time he’d pulled himself in a half-assed sitting position against the wall the woman was gone and the man was still standing in front of him. He saw shadows against the walls and pointed just as 4 more goons came around the corner and into the main area. Two fo them were walking stiffly from their previous scuffle with Tenma, and at seeing him free cursed loudly and even stomped their feet before pulling out pistols. “Whaat the fuuuck man!” One whined as he waved his pistol in tenma’s general direction. “Bullshiiiit” Another one kept repeating as if on a loop as he unconsciously rubbed his thigh and hip. “Military or some shit coz no on’es been this fuckin’ impossible!” The tallest one said venomously, pointing his gun traditional gangsta style at tenma as he made his way towards him. “MOTHER FUCKER GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!” The last yelled, and not exactly the most controlled of the group. He saw what the man could do, and he couldn’t decide whether to go for him now and end him, solve their problems, or to save him for Mad Dog. Spit flew when he yelled, and since he carried a mean looking Glock 9MM he had no safety to click off. He kept a wary distance but well within his comfortable line of shooting.
((I’ll leave it to Kitten to decide now how tenma gets resecured lol, unless he feels like fighting through 4 armed gangsters))
Kyrian’s head rolled back against the wall, reopening the scabs on his bleeding lips as he smiled and chuckled. Muttering a nearly imperceptible dayum. ((Now I’m rushing, moms wants me off to help cook dinner so throwin’ this out there.)) One of the goons that got up brushed himself off and was reaching for a gun when the little thief dashed right by him and away. One of the guys shoved him to run after, and after a moment of shock he bolted after him as well. He was tall and lanky, but this was actually a good time where his long freakin’ legs came in handy. He ran gun in hand, his friends shooting behind him. The one on the fire escape was too busy trained on the fleeing kid to notice the white feline at first, but when he did he made sure the whole world knew. He was relatively new, and animal trafficking was not his thing. He screamed and fired off the rest of his clip at the panther.
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Post by Aria ! on Apr 12, 2011 18:58:11 GMT -5
"You're a liar Tenma, I know you better than that. You would be right behind me until you ran off in the other direction, and then you wouldn't be behind me at all. God forbid Seth finds out I let you run away, he would never forgive me."
'I wish you didn't know me so well sometimes, Tabris.' Tenma would think, and think again to attempt to draw up another plan. He wasn't given any time though, as Tabris bolted just then. He made a move to shoot off after her, but was quickly halted by a bullet flying and hitting the floor with a loud band just near his feat.
The look in his eyes when he turned his head to look up at the men... It was enough to make the devil cry. Some of the men even physically cringed, or shook with fear. He was so far beyond angry, beyond pissed, that he had a deathly calm face now. It showed no emotion but pure, untainted fury. It was like looking into the face of death. And hell if that wasn't what he felt like. He wanted to kill them, burn them forever for dragging Tabris and Seth into something so dangerous. For shooting at little Seth, and for hurting Tabris. His own torture had been a small event in his mind compared to these things, whether they knew it or not.
He clenched the chain tight in his hand as they tentatively moved toward him. Tighter, tighter, tighter... His hand started to bleed from his own fingernails pressing into his skin. When they were close enough, guns and eyes shaking, he whipped the chain up and sending the metal flying into their guns and hands. A small smirk came onto his devilish features as he could swear he heard a few fingers break. The guns flew from their shaky grasps.
He looked at the guns, which had flown quite a bit away from them, and for a split second he wanted to snatch up one, or all of them, and pump the assholes full of lead. But true to his nature, images of himself in his true form ripping their throats out filled his mind shortly after the thought of shooting them left his mind.
Of course, neither of those things were options. Only option was to get the fuck out of there. Which was what he was doing, heading for the stairs. But as fate would have it, goons started coming down the stairs before he even started going up them. Sending him barreling the other way. Which had goons there too. In an act of quick, fairly unthoughtful blind-bargaining, threw his hands up and flung his body in and through a nearby window. The glass cut up his arms, and ripped through the cloth of his shirt and pants. Not that he really cared.
It was a long way down, too. Right onto some empty crates, that broke easily with his weight crashing onto them. Thankfully nothing stabbed him anywhere, not that he wasn't uncomfortable on the broken wood; but at the time, there were other concerns causing him to not think about anything except the pain in his neck and the air filling his lungs.
You see, when he'd fallen, the chain was still swiftly locked to his neck, four or five feet of length trailing behind him of metal. And there was a fence. A ten foot or so fence, and of course that fucking chain had to get a link stuck on it. It snapped him up, and for a brief moment when the air in his lungs went out and his head snapped up, the chain tightening swiftly around his neck- he thought he'd broke his neck, and was dead. Thankfully, that was not the case. However, he was stuck now, and loosing all his air (not to mention not being able to get any) was killing all his energy. His hands flew up to the chain, swiftly yanking it with all his weight behind it. It broke somewhere up the chain length, leaving some of it still around his now bruised neck and some of it swaying on the fence.
Him, of course, he was completely out of energy, sitting in the corner on crushed boxes between a brick wall and a fence. Huffing and puffing, he wasn't quiet at all. It was no surprise when one of the more cruel humans found him. He carried his gun without any fear either, which was bad. It meant Tenma didn't scare him, which meant he was crazy. Asylum-worthy. Tenma scared everyone with a sane mind, unless you were on his side; then you just laughed it off because you knew he'd never actually hurt you.
A sickening grin upon the mans face, he raised the gun at the man who couldn't do anything to defend himself but watch with one angered, exasperated eye. He pulled the trigger, planting a firm lead shot into Tenma's left shoulder. He gave a roar of pain, right hand flying up to clench his quickly-becoming-red white shirt and shoulder, as a huge rush of pain shot through his whole body; flames burning up the bullet whole in his left shoulder.
"Well well, looks like the big bad dog just ran outta steam. Time to put the rabid dog down." He sneered, aiming the gun at him once more. "Fuck you." Tenma growled, staring at him in what would possibly be his last moments.
( Psst. Don't save him. XP Sin is gonna have Sin come in and do some fuckin' ninja shiz! >D OH AND SIN. It's totally fine if he gets shot again, I don't care. xD Tenny has been filled full of bullets before. Just don't get him shot anywhere... Important, or life-threatening. It's fine if he bleeds a shitton. He'll be okay. XD OH AND LONGEST REPLY EVER. O-O)
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Post by ℓorєsaucє on Apr 21, 2011 20:34:06 GMT -5
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If she had known that people were at the fire escape, she would have stayed with Tenma. It probably would have been safer for her that way if nothing else, because the panthress had hardly any time to react to the man aiming a gun at her. The shot fired with a blinding flash of gun powder, there was a half-hearted sort of roar, and a body collapsed upon the grated stairs.
There was enough blood covering the white panther that anybody would have thought she was dead as she lay there on the fire escape, barely breathing, eyes closed, tongue hanging out her mouth. She was so used to the taste of blood that the metallic taste of thr stairs didn't phase her, and Tabris lay perfectly still as she waited. The bullet had given her a proper wound to treasure, and the bullet itself probably wouldn't come out unless she went to a hospital within the next couple of days. As for the hole-shaped scar it would leave in her upper chest? It would be there forever, a token reminder of her trial by fire in the warehouses.
Rohjyx would either be proud, upset, find it sexy, or all three. She didn't honestly know. She didn't honestly care as she heard footsteps, a voice mumbling to himself about whether he'd gotten the shot in and killed her. Poor bastard. He seemed quite shocked at the fact she was white, too, but this was a reaction she had come to expect from everybody. The instant he was close enough, murmuring about his catch, Tabris leapt upwards, striking out with a paw at his armed hand and easily knocking the gun from him, throwing him into the building and racing past him.
Or as fast as one could race with a heavy limp in two legs. It was more like a feeble sort of hobble, and as she reached the alleyway under the stairwell, Tabris briefly collapsed in her tiredness. She just wasn't built to be like Tenma, there was only so much damage this cat could take before she got worn out. Apparently, she had reached and even surpassed this point, and it was really starting to show. The only thing that got her back on her feet was the fact she had a son waiting for her somewhere, and the fact he was counting on her to come back home. Hauling herself to her feet once more, Tabris made her escape, completely unaware of Tenma's predicament.
The trail of blood she left behind was a necessary evil because she simply couldn't not leave one. Back inside the warehouse, her would-be rapist had been discovered, his friends and gang members horrified at the damage to his body and wondering if he would make it. Tabris would probably live to regret this day, for the same reason that Josh would live to remember it; she had let him live in the first place.
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