why does blood turn brown when it dries and why do the tears well up in your eyes?

[girlyboywonder]

WHO: Beetles and Birds of Various Colors! or at least one of each i guess
WHERE: ONE OF THOSE DARK SHIFTY WAREHOUSE PLACES
WHEN: Nighttime! Set to happen... when we finish it?? IF THAT IS OKAY?
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Carrie second guesses herself! Accidents happen! Jaime is a hero!! INSERT INSPIRING DISNEY SONG.
FORMAT: quick! even if this first

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[owwmyspine]

[with the sun sinking down earlier and earlier, Jaime's afternoon class was starting to feel more like a night class. with a set of wings and the occasional rocket, however, it's hardly a hassle. sailing over evening traffic can be soothing, but as they say, the City never sleeps.

making the lazy arc from the coastline back to the college district he calls home, Jaime's idle thoughts are interrupted by the Scarab's internal pinging. gunshots, some two miles away.

he tilts his head and veers, following the glowing grid overlaying his vision, ticking off the features along the way as he prepares for the worst. he sees the bodies as little glimpses of red and orange - heated bodies in motion. something's going down, and fast...he presses his arms flat against his sides and begins to dive.]

[girlyboywonder]

[ The gunfire's not stopping, a near-deafening stream of pops. Not quite the same ever-ambiguous pop that leaves people wondering if they've just heard gunfire or just a car backfiring. No, from this close, it's pretty unmistakable. If you're wondering anything, it's how badly your eardrums are being damaged.

She hits the ground and rolls, and-- oh, that'd been a little more painful than she'd expected. Bad landing. But either way, she's huddled between a stack of crates, arms over her head to deflect the flying debris the bullets kick up.

He's heading for the door; running feet and shouts tell her so. She's got to get up, knock guns out of hands, pin them down-- but it's not working. The first irrational thought is that it's some imPort, someone with some kind of power to keep her down, mess up her assault. A theory more or less blown when she manages to claw her way to her feet, still in the narrow alley of cover, and start in an untidy stumble after them. They're already out the door, shoot, gotta hurry-- ]

[owwmyspine]

[they're already out the door - awesome. that means no need to break a roof.

before the chaser can bank the sharp turn, the walls are lit bright blue and shadow-black with the shape of a gun-toter flailing and flying up. legs kick, curses flow, and the bright light is gone before the crash.

discarded spare parts roll toward the bird, brought to you by the heavyset man laying like a rag doll on the concrete.

beetle's hovering, knees drawing up to kickstart himself into motion and after the second.]

[girlyboywonder]

[ Oh, she's got-- company? Is that what those noises and flashes are? All evidence points to yes. Seeing as how she hasn't actually killed anyone in the area, that definitely rates as good news. And she's made it to the doorway (when did she do that?), pulled her slingshot from its pouch. It's a little more hightech nowadays, and requires some unfolding before it's ready to launch an explosive pellet after the runner.

It hits him mid-back and bowls him over, because even when she's not quite functioning at peak capacity, her aim's not terrible. Down? Yes. Awesome. She'll just take this opportunity to lean here in the doorway, then, and aim a little grin at-- oh, hey, she knows him. Blue Beetle. Cool. ]

Hey. Thanks.

[ Man, her leg hurts. She must've landed really wrong on it. ]