Cassie is in a small coffee shop writing a new song. It seems to be going well. She’s curled up on an old, battered sofa with a cup of tea as she scribbles away in her notebook. However, there’s a series of murmurs in the room and various customers gasping in shock. She looks up with a frown, wondering what’s wrong when everyone seems to be staring at their cups. Looking around the whole room, Cassie glances at her own mug of tea on the coffee table in front of her and gasps herself.
The tea is slowly rising... out of the cup.
Many people instantly head for the door, but Cassie slowly stands and lifts up her mug. Creepy shit does happen in Chicago, she knows this by now. But tea doesn’t float. She watches it rise just above her head before it trembles and drops, going everywhere. Including Cassie’s face. At least it’s not scalding
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okay clearly I can't write concise tags doyoulikecakeSeptember 24 2010, 16:27:21 UTC
Kaden was in the same coffeeshop, working on a paper -- not for class or work, this time, but for his father, who's coming into town on the weekend and is expecting Kaden to have something to show for his most recent fuckup. He's not entirely in the best of moods because of it, and when his own coffee started floating, along with a number of his paperclips and pens that had gotten scattered all over his table, he decided he was not in the mood for the Rift's shit and started packing his things up.
He managed to get the computer in a bag and the largest stack of his papers clipped together before everything's slammed to the ceiling.
Fuck.
The table just narrowly misses him, but a good chunk of his books don't. They don't hurt, exactly, though he can tell he's going to come out of this bruised to all hell, not to mention the headache that's going to come from having his head slammed against the ceiling like that. On top of a caffeine headache, since he's trying to wean himself off of the copious amounts he'd been living on
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Pfft, that is an awesome tag :Dstarryeyed_cassSeptember 24 2010, 17:25:03 UTC
Her breath comes with great effort. She's too busy being terrified and crying to really take the time to calm down and concentrate on breathing properly. There's a sharp, heavy pain on the right side of her chest. Broken ribs and a punctured lung more than likely, but Cassie doesn't really know that. All she knows is how much it hurts.
There's a bitter taste in her mouth which she can't mistake for anything else. The blood scares her more than anything else right now. She doesn't want to and can't actually move, other than it being too painful to move - there's various things lying on top of her.
There's a gasp of relief when something's moved from her head and she can see somewhat. She doesn't know who the person is, but she feels like perhaps she met him once before. Or maybe she dreamt it? Her head's gone all funny right now, so she can't be too sure.
"I... I can't breathe..." Cassie gasps in pain through her sobs, shaking. "My... my chest.. I can't breathe.."
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Kaden watches her for a moment, trying to judge how much of it is true pain, how much of it is the panic setting in. Whether or not she's going into shock. Those sorts of things.
He's also trying to judge if the vague itching at his shoulderblades is really his Calling. It shouldn't be manifesting this soon, over something so obvious.
Then it occurs to him that she's spoken, and maybe he should react to that instead of just staring at her, studying. So he leans over again, carefully moving more of the furniture off of her, though he's no expert about what he should or shouldn't move. "I'm sure there are ambulances being called already," he says, glancing out the window. Things don't look all that great out there, either -- and if the entire city's just reversed gravity for a second, he doesn't even know if the ambulances will work.
Fucking Rift. It seems like a good thing to blame.
Robert Capa has just been thrown off his feet by a wave from a giant explosion. He doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. As he pulls himself up, he finds himself peering through a massive cloud of smoke. What’s more, the sky is gone. It’s just complete and utter darkness. There’s a distinct smell of burning metal and flesh in the air. People are fleeing and screaming he can hear clips of conversation in the madness. The voices are distorted and static, difficult to fully hear: ‘...The world is ending... ...We’re all going to die..’But Capa isn’t going to flee. Instead, he picks himself off the floor and runs right into the chaos. There’s been a large chunk of something that’s landing and totally destroyed several buildings. The shape looks very familiar and a great deal of it has been left intact. He’s morbidly curious about this. What could possibly be strong enough to fall and crush several buildings and yet remain largely unscathed
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Dan watches from across the street, hands in his pockets, gaze unfaltering and blank as people shriek and scramble for cover. Something off in the distance explodes; something not of this world howls; car alarms start blaring when the ground shakes and there he stands, just watching.
Chicago claimed him again hours ago. When he checked a newspaper and saw that it was September 2010, only five months after he originally left with Winny nearly eight years ago, he almost didn't believe it.
It's hard for him to doubt anything anymore, though.
Apparently, he's made it back just in time for another potential apocalypse.
He's not sure whether he wants to bother trying to survive this one or not.
Trin's sure she wants to bother trying to survive this one. Her sense of self-preservation is pretty high. Actually, if her sense of self-preservation were a building, it would be taller than the Whatchoo-Talkin'-'Bout-Willis Tower. That's pretty damn tall.
So she's going to find some shelter right fucking now. But first, she's got to run into this guy on the street.
"OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU STANDING HERE???" she demands as she tumbles backwards. "NOW IS THE TIME TO RUN, DUDE."
There have been four places Leon has been in the past month: at the Bergman's apartment (sleeping and eating), at school (studying), at the library (studying), or at Kait's office (studying or eating). School has practically eaten him alive, and since junior year is supposedly the year that counts, Leon is determind to do well so he can get into a good college somewhere far away from Chicago.
It looks like his studies are out to kill him.
He's at the library when it happens. It feels like the building suddenly shifts, turning the main reading room on its side, except that gravity is still intact. Books are falling everywhere, heavy volumes breaking windows and whole bookcases collapsing on what used to be the floor.
Leon's pinned up against the far wall, hidden under a table, trying to protect himself from the flying projectiles. He's cursing rather imaginatively under his breath, promising himself that's the last time he spends any time in a library whatsoever.
Perhaps it's the Rift activity that has made Scout so crazy for the last month, so crazy she ran off and hid, killed where she could and attacked inanimate objects where she couldn't. Perhaps it's just something else, something inexplicable.
Either way, there's chaos around her--monsters everywhere--but she's hardly paying attention. Instead, she's whispering to herself in the middle of the street. She's caked with blood and dirt and she's shaking.
"People--please peas once more once more get back and shoot shoot shoot damn you can't you hit anything shoot shot down down down get down go away get down hold her down say it say it please please no." She rocks slightly on the balls of her feet. "No no no please thank you say it please no god."
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The tea is slowly rising... out of the cup.
Many people instantly head for the door, but Cassie slowly stands and lifts up her mug. Creepy shit does happen in Chicago, she knows this by now. But tea doesn’t float. She watches it rise just above her head before it trembles and drops, going everywhere. Including Cassie’s face. At least it’s not scalding ( ... )
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He managed to get the computer in a bag and the largest stack of his papers clipped together before everything's slammed to the ceiling.
Fuck.
The table just narrowly misses him, but a good chunk of his books don't. They don't hurt, exactly, though he can tell he's going to come out of this bruised to all hell, not to mention the headache that's going to come from having his head slammed against the ceiling like that. On top of a caffeine headache, since he's trying to wean himself off of the copious amounts he'd been living on ( ... )
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There's a bitter taste in her mouth which she can't mistake for anything else. The blood scares her more than anything else right now. She doesn't want to and can't actually move, other than it being too painful to move - there's various things lying on top of her.
There's a gasp of relief when something's moved from her head and she can see somewhat. She doesn't know who the person is, but she feels like perhaps she met him once before. Or maybe she dreamt it? Her head's gone all funny right now, so she can't be too sure.
"I... I can't breathe..." Cassie gasps in pain through her sobs, shaking. "My... my chest.. I can't breathe.."
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He's also trying to judge if the vague itching at his shoulderblades is really his Calling. It shouldn't be manifesting this soon, over something so obvious.
Then it occurs to him that she's spoken, and maybe he should react to that instead of just staring at her, studying. So he leans over again, carefully moving more of the furniture off of her, though he's no expert about what he should or shouldn't move. "I'm sure there are ambulances being called already," he says, glancing out the window. Things don't look all that great out there, either -- and if the entire city's just reversed gravity for a second, he doesn't even know if the ambulances will work.
Fucking Rift. It seems like a good thing to blame.
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Dan watches from across the street, hands in his pockets, gaze unfaltering and blank as people shriek and scramble for cover. Something off in the distance explodes; something not of this world howls; car alarms start blaring when the ground shakes and there he stands, just watching.
Chicago claimed him again hours ago. When he checked a newspaper and saw that it was September 2010, only five months after he originally left with Winny nearly eight years ago, he almost didn't believe it.
It's hard for him to doubt anything anymore, though.
Apparently, he's made it back just in time for another potential apocalypse.
He's not sure whether he wants to bother trying to survive this one or not.
Give him a minute.
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So she's going to find some shelter right fucking now. But first, she's got to run into this guy on the street.
"OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU STANDING HERE???" she demands as she tumbles backwards. "NOW IS THE TIME TO RUN, DUDE."
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He stares at her, eyes slightly narrowed. Do I know you?
He could ask. Instead, he picks a different, slightly more important question: "Do you have any idea what's going on?"
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It looks like his studies are out to kill him.
He's at the library when it happens. It feels like the building suddenly shifts, turning the main reading room on its side, except that gravity is still intact. Books are falling everywhere, heavy volumes breaking windows and whole bookcases collapsing on what used to be the floor.
Leon's pinned up against the far wall, hidden under a table, trying to protect himself from the flying projectiles. He's cursing rather imaginatively under his breath, promising himself that's the last time he spends any time in a library whatsoever.
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Either way, there's chaos around her--monsters everywhere--but she's hardly paying attention. Instead, she's whispering to herself in the middle of the street. She's caked with blood and dirt and she's shaking.
"People--please peas once more once more get back and shoot shoot shoot damn you can't you hit anything shoot shot down down down get down go away get down hold her down say it say it please please no." She rocks slightly on the balls of her feet. "No no no please thank you say it please no god."
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