[Dex had been having a shit day already - but this took the cake. Messed up orders, his server being hacked from within a school... what were they teachin' High School students these days? He'd driven up to get to the bottom of it, and prompty gotten trapped within the place.
What pissed him off was that it seemed planned. He didn't take to being ambushed well. And he fuckin' hated being trapped.
The clattering above, footsteps hurrying had him bounding another flight of stairs easily. He spied the flash of movement - long hair, he thought, or it could have been clothing - and followed. But lost it down the hall.
He could feel he wasn't alone, either. The cold at the back of his spine. Fear he refused to let spread but was anyway... it was too quiet here. Like before the attacks. He hoped to God there wasn't another computer lab on this floor.]
S'up? I got A5 and B6~!dorcha_radharcMarch 18 2012, 17:00:34 UTC
[ Walking slowly across the field drenched in the blood of a few of those who had got in his way. The tall dark haired one was not in his right mind, in fact his violet eyes were a bit bugged out as he stalked across the way towards the other. Did he know this guy probably not.
However the voice going in the back of the normally friendly one was chanting 'kill,kill,kill...' over and over again. The bloody butchers knife was lifted in the air as he started to run at the other.]
fine by me, dude :3smilescanlieMarch 18 2012, 17:10:20 UTC
[when this whole crazy mess had started, Matt had retreated within his mind. Alternating between bad dream, fucked up tripping on roofies he couldn't remember taking or got slipped... and the comforting thought that he hadn't taken the kids along with him when this started. He had a key in his hand he didn't know which car it belonged to. His arms were streaked with blood, most not even his own.
It was just him left. The roads were empty, the night pitch. Oddly, he was calm. Waiting for the damn punchline. Nice guys finish last, Matt. That's what they say.
When he focuses enough to hear the swish of the knife slicing through the air, it's too late - he turns and balks. His body starting back, legs stumbling. His only weapon, the key. And what good would it do?
He swung it, forgetting the hand he had it in. Intending for a punch but he swiped against his attacker's cheek with the curving metal object, crying out --]
[ AS the metal swept across his cheek blood started to gush out of the wound in true classic movie style. Too much blood. He staggered backwards the knife falling from his hands as his hands went up to grab his cheek the pain almost enough to snap him out of it...but the echoing in his head returned.
The knife was on the ground closer to the other as Harvey started to stalk forward again the wound seeming to be closing up. Go on bro, pick up the knife. It'll be over soon.]
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What pissed him off was that it seemed planned. He didn't take to being ambushed well. And he fuckin' hated being trapped.
The clattering above, footsteps hurrying had him bounding another flight of stairs easily. He spied the flash of movement - long hair, he thought, or it could have been clothing - and followed. But lost it down the hall.
He could feel he wasn't alone, either. The cold at the back of his spine. Fear he refused to let spread but was anyway... it was too quiet here. Like before the attacks. He hoped to God there wasn't another computer lab on this floor.]
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However the voice going in the back of the normally friendly one was chanting 'kill,kill,kill...' over and over again. The bloody butchers knife was lifted in the air as he started to run at the other.]
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It was just him left. The roads were empty, the night pitch. Oddly, he was calm. Waiting for the damn punchline. Nice guys finish last, Matt. That's what they say.
When he focuses enough to hear the swish of the knife slicing through the air, it's too late - he turns and balks. His body starting back, legs stumbling. His only weapon, the key. And what good would it do?
He swung it, forgetting the hand he had it in. Intending for a punch but he swiped against his attacker's cheek with the curving metal object, crying out --]
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The knife was on the ground closer to the other as Harvey started to stalk forward again the wound seeming to be closing up. Go on bro, pick up the knife. It'll be over soon.]
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