As the world comes tumbling down - Quake plot OTA

Aug 15, 2010 14:32

The trembling ground in camp was no real surprise to John as he stood at the sink of the bathroom, face covered in shaving foam as he dragged the blade carefully across his cheek. It was generally accepted that the Mexican was a pain in the ass and could usually be found to be the source of these rumbles, often as a result of some practical joke or ( Read more... )

✝ john 'kestrel' wraith, ✝ tabitha 'boom-boom' smith, ✝ fred 'blob' dukes, chris 'bolt' bradley, ✝ theodore bradson

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lightbulbtrix August 16 2010, 06:13:03 UTC
Bradley had been in his room when the earthquake hit. The first jolt knocked him off the bed onto the floor, the second slammed him up against the wall. Just what the fuck was going on? It was when the walls started to crumble that he began to panic. Debris was falling everywhere, and he was going to get pulverized if he stayed in his room much longer. He grabbed the cell phone he never went anywhere without out of his pocket.

Bypassing the blocked signal using his powers, he called John's phone. "Please pick up. Please pick up," Chris thought desperately. As soon as it went through, he yelled into the phone, "John, get me out of here!" He ducked as another chunk of the wall narrowly avoided him.

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hunt_the_devil August 16 2010, 09:06:58 UTC
The moment his phone rang John knew it was going to be Bradley, only he would call at a moment like this rather than running for his life. Thankfully John also knew where Bradley was at this early hour of the morning, the guy had never been great at getting out of bed earlier than he had to.

Suddenly appearing in the bedroom, John ducks avoiding a rather large piece of ceiling plaster as it his the floor. He grabs hold of Bradley and teleports not bothering to do the usual speil. They reappear a moment later outside, caked in dust and debris. "Nothin' like an early mornin' wake up call huh? You alright there?"

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lightbulbtrix August 16 2010, 10:25:30 UTC
Bradley was doing a very good imitation of a scared rabbit when John appeared. John didn't even have to touch him, he practically cut off circulation with how hard he was grabbing the teleporter. It was very fortunate he did, since the roof caved in just after they had gotten out.

He was too freaked out to even feel the normal nausea he did after a teleportation trip. Chris rubbed his shoulder where a large piece of concrete had landed hard. "Just fine and dandy. What the hell happened?"

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hunt_the_devil August 16 2010, 12:01:54 UTC
"Your guess is as good as mine to be honest, but it's probably something to do with the Mexican kid." John tugs Bradley away from the ensuing chaos, noting how now the trembling has eased up a ltitle but still not comfortable with staying too close to the buildings or the army soldiers who are swarming about like ants.

"No-one seems to have a clue though what is going on and all I know is that a few of them were taken off camp this morning including Rictor so who knows!"

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lightbulbtrix August 17 2010, 04:17:09 UTC
Bradley began coughing as all the dust being kicked up around him and his best friend grew thicker from the collapsing buildings. It seemed like they were in a relatively secure location for the moment. "If he is the one doing this, I am going to kill him!"

He looked around, panic still tight in his chest. It appeared some of the squad had gotten out just fine, but there was still many missing. With the way those buildings were collapsing like dominoes, Chris wondered if everyone would make it out of this mess alive.

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hunt_the_devil August 17 2010, 14:56:09 UTC
"Somehow I think you killin' him is gonna be the least of that boys worries." John lifted the towel to his face from around his shoulders, wiping away the remenants of the shaving foam and trying to keep from inhaling any more dust.

He didn't like the siutation any more than Bradley, nor was he holding a special place in his heart for the kid that had caused this or at least hadn't tried to put a stop to it. John coughed, raising his hand to his head for his hat and then realising it wasn't there. Dammit. "I think we better start seeing if people need a helpin' hand don't you?"

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lightbulbtrix August 18 2010, 05:48:36 UTC
Bradley was perfectly content to run around like a chicken with its head cut off, but he knew John was right. Aside from the odd quiver of the earth here and there, the earthquake had mostly begun to settle down. He sighed. "I suppose we must."

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