Deiniol
Human
Church Secretary
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 21, 2007 22:42:47 GMT
Continued from: Church of our Lady: Main Entrance with Marcus and Katherine (and Iris, Poppy and Wiles).
He couldn’t remember slipping his seatbelt on but Denny knew he must have done it at some point because the fabric was stretched securely across his chest.
A tune blared out, making Denny jump slightly. It was the ring tone of his cell phone and he blushed, wondering why he hadn’t turned it off when entering the church. It was something he normally would have done and all he could think, was Iris must have greatly distracted him if he would forget something as basic as that. With fumbling fingers he reached for the phone, almost dropping it as he finally pulled it free from his pocket.
“It’s my mother…” Denny told the two in the front softly. “Oh… what do I tell her? We’ve known Father MacKenzie for years… longer than I’ve been alive…” he trailed off and slowly lifted the phone to his ear, hitting the start call button.
“Mam?” he said quietly into the phone, automatically slipping into Welsh, as he always did around her. Unlike his father or his siblings, Eve Fey had never really bothered to learn English, being content with just speaking Welsh and excepting the rest of the world to fit in around her. She knew the odd phrase but most conversations did take place in her native tongue. Denny paled slightly at whatever she was saying, phone and fingers shaking.
“Tadogi MacKenzie?” Denny looked at the two Riveras, a pleading look in his eyes. He had no idea how to explain that the father was dead and that she couldn’t speak to him. His face paled even more as his mother went onto explain that his oldest sister was getting married and wanted the Father to preside over the wedding.
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Katherine
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LAPD Detective: Homicide
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Post by Katherine on Jan 21, 2007 23:39:33 GMT
She half-turned in her seat at the ringing to look at Deiniol and simply nodded. It was more than alright for him to take a call from his mother and she even gave a sympathetic smile when she saw how much he paled. She had no words to offer him. It wasn't going to be an easy call to get through that was for sure and Katherine didn't envy him one bit. It was the type of call everyone dreaded making, and everyone dreaded receiving but was always out of the blue.
When he started speaking in Welsh she turned back to the front, giving her brother a significant glance as she did so before fixing her eyes into the, honestly, thin traffic ahead of them. She wanted to give their passenger as much privacy as she could, though in a car it was rather impossible, at least if she could just let her attention be somewhere else it would do for now.
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Marcus
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LAPD Detective: Homicide
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Post by Marcus on Jan 22, 2007 1:38:45 GMT
Marcus couldn’t really speak any other languages, other than odd bits and pieces of French, and maybe a word or two of Latin. That was it. He was far from fluent in anything but English, and some people mocked him for that as it was because of his thick accent. He didn’t care about that though; he was from New York, born and bred, and proud of it. But his lack of linguistics skills left him equally as in the dark as his sister when Deiniol started talking on the phone… it didn’t matter anyway. The conversation was private.
He returned Katherine’s gaze, subconsciously half-listening to the Welsh from behind him as he watched the car ahead of them. The vehicle was quiet save for the man behind them on the phone, and Marcus kept thinking about the church. The last time he’d been in one had been at Christmas, but he wasn’t even sure what year that had been. It didn’t matter. He was letting his mind wander from the facts of the present, and that was really what was important right now. He had to focus.
Glancing ahead, up the street lined with stores and odd crowds of pedestrians, he saw an intersection, and as his eyes travelled up, the lights changed in their favour. With his eyes back on the road, he kept his foot on the gas. At least at this rate, it wouldn’t take them long to get back to the station.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 22, 2007 1:48:24 GMT
There was no way her prey was getting away that easily. Not after she had spent so many years looking for someone who checked all the boxes. Not even the boys in blue of the LAPD were going to take him away from her. Yelena had tracked down a car. Her own was still at the Church but it did matter, it could not be tracked back to her name or her address. It was a dead end. She wasn't stupid. The car she had picked had once had a driver in it but the stupid woman was now lying unconscious on a sidewalk somewhere. The vampire didn't really care. She needed to get in. Grab him and get out again.
So she drove like the devil was up her stolen tail pipe.
She had a plan.
Yelena knew where they'd be going, to the Police Station, to follow their stupid, insignificant procedure and get statements about what had happened. That didn't matter. Only the direction did. Her side of the intersection's lights were red. Yelena didn't give a rat's ass. That worked in her favour. She gunned the engine, seeing the lead car, the marked Police vehicle pull past her and by the time its trunk was out of sight she was tearing out of the intersection with the plain car in her sights. He was sitting in the back.
She smiled. It was too easy.
She was well up into the top range of RPM by the time the hood of her vehicle smashed with a shuddering jolt into the driver's side of her objective. Perfectly on target. Vampire reflexes were good for a lot of things it seemed. There was an ear splitting screech, eight tyres fought for traction as the ramming car slammed the other right out of its lane, across the sidewalk and through the pristine panes of glass that a split second before had been a shop front. Behind them chaos erupted as other cars swerved to avoid one another but her focus was still dead ahead. There was a set of steps just inside the store, and Yelena watched with a sickeningly gleeful grin as her target flipped down them, the car turning over and over whereas hers simply ran aground.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
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Post by Marcus on Jan 22, 2007 2:06:24 GMT
He didn’t hear the gunning of an engine, or a random horn or two as someone ran a red light. It was Los Angeles, and people cut corners all the time, even with traffic.
What he did hear was the incoming roar of a car from the side, but he didn’t quite react in time. But more than that, he felt the impact, and gave a reflexive shout as he grabbed the wheel, trying desperately to get the vehicle under control as it rocked in protest and was rammed forcefully across the road, faster and more powerfully than he could pull on the wheel or hit his foot on the brake. His mind, in its fevered rush, didn’t register the fact that neither of those efforts would make a damn bit of difference.
It all happened so fast, he barely even got a chance to look out to see who or what had rammed them. In a brief flash of logical thinking, he realised that if it had been an accident, they would have stopped. They weren’t stopping.
And then suddenly, glass was shattering all around them, and without warning… the car tipped. With a loud, brisk curse, Marcus tried to brace, before the car was rolling. Somewhere during the flip and landing, his head connected sharply with something, and by the time the car had rocked awkwardly to a stop amidst the debris and scattered glass from the top of the stairs and the fractured windows of the vehicle, he was slumped forward against the steering column, one arm draped over it as if he’d tried to brace at the last minute; there was blood down one side of his face, and his eyes were closed. He was out cold.
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Deiniol
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Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 22, 2007 2:13:29 GMT
He had just started to explain to his mother – in stumbling, broken Welsh, all language skills apparently failing him when he had to tell her that someone they had known for thirty odd years was dead – the recent events when the unexpected had happened.
As if in a dream he felt the car skid sideways, realising with a sickening horror that someone has smashed into the car, sending it off the road and into a shop window with a deafening crash and sprinkle of glass as it rained down on the bonnet. Denny tried to end the call even as he cried out in fear and pain, the car rocking. He didn’t want his mother to hear this, car crunching as it rolled. The phone slipped out of his hand and he jerked against the seat belt, the fabric keeping him from smacking fully into the seat in front of him.
The car lumbered awkwardly to a stop in a mostly upright position, Denny being flung back and colliding heavily with the seat and side behind him. He slumped against the crumpled door frame in a daze, phone lying unheeded on the floor, his mother’s frantic voice screaming out.
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Katherine
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I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
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Post by Katherine on Jan 22, 2007 2:17:34 GMT
She was blinding staring ahead, eyes fixed on the rear of the patrol car she knew the sisters and Wiles to be in, along with their armed escort. She didn't even see the car tearing towards them until it was halfway across the intersection and by that time her synapses couldn't fire fast enough for her to force out anything other than a cry of protest, aimed at no one. The driver's side buckled and she gripped the dashboard and the door in a vain attempt to brace herself as the squealing of tyres blared in her ears, assaulting her senses along with the juddering of the road beneath them.
For a spilt second it was like it was raining as the glass shattered around them, Marcus swore to her left and then Kath' felt her stomach turn. Not just lurch in a reaction to the sudden push of chemicals from her brain kicking into a panicked higher gear, but actually turn. It was a moment before she realised it was the car turning around her. She closed her eyes, blood sloshing around inside her head, her chest protesting in pain against the seat belt as it hammered her back into the passenger seat. She waited what seemed like an eternity for the final impact.
It came too hard.
The dashboard buckled and Katherine was only semi-aware of what was going on anymore, everything was a confusing tangle of up and down and left and right. The arm bracing her against the feeble plastic innards of the car was jerked backwards sharply. Something hit her in her face. When the car came to a rest she was jammed in place and her head lolled groggily to the side, sticky crimson liquid seeped out of her nostrils.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 22, 2007 2:25:37 GMT
She smirked in satisfaction at seeing the car come to a stop. Her whippet thin frame extracted itself from her own wrecked vehicle and she prowled forwards. The doors were distorted inwards on the car and she couldn't really get to them fast enough any way. She needed to take the easy, quick way. Yelena jumped onto the trunk and crouched down, the metal that was already slightly misshapen around the back giving a little under her heels. She smashed in the back window with her fist. She didn't care if the shards nicked her skin. It caved inwards in a violent shower of tiny, sharp pellets.
"Hello again," she sneered, reaching in and grabbing Deiniol by the scruff of his neck with one hand and using the other to 'free' him of the seatbelt that had likely saved his life. She pulled, "Lets' get you home, hmm?"
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Deiniol
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Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 22, 2007 2:33:14 GMT
He chocked a little as she grabbed him by the neck, vision swimming and fading from black to light, back to black and then light again. It was impossible to focus on anything or even really struggle against the movement through the back of the car, tiny shards of glass brushing past him. One of the larger pieces cut against his cheek as he moved out though the window, cutting along and drawing blood but even that sharp pain couldn’t seem to fully penetrate the haze that seemed to have engulfed him.
Denny didn’t bother to fight her as he was fully removed from the car, even if part of him screamed out that going with her was a very stupid idea indeed. He blinked slowly, just trying to focus enough to even think clearly or see something besides a watery image of a dark haired women, pain filled tears prickling at the edges of his eyes.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 22, 2007 2:42:46 GMT
Yelena pulled him right out of the back of the car, through the window, across the hood which she hopped deftly down from and into her arm. He was too dazed to really fight her and she simply dragged him up the steps. There was a crowd forming around the gaping hole in the shop front already, it was LA something like this made a big stir in the tiny little lives of the every day people and Yelena simply shoved them people out of her way, half carrying and half dragging Deiniol along with her. Once out of the shop, though, she was absorbed into the night. She was too strong and too fast for any of the police to react fast enough to be able to chase her and she knew it.
She had what she wanted. That was all that mattered, the cops could go to hell before they interfered with her fun again and that was that.
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Katherine
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you.
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Post by Katherine on Jan 22, 2007 3:20:42 GMT
She never really blacked out, not that she could tell at any rate, but the first reaction she was really aware of having was to check that her brother was okay. She looked across her shoulder, blinking to clear her vision. It was blurry and everything was slightly merged together. She groaned reaching out a hand and straining against the seatbelt that held her strapped in. Something was wrong there, she realised groggily, looking down and grabbing the black material with her other hand. It was jammed. Tight. In fact it was hard to breathe.
"Marcus..." she groaned, "Marc'..." realisation sunk in faster than anything else to the fact that he was unconscious and everything melted into the background. The pain that didn't really seem to have a focal point just yet, the shortness of breath, even the sound of shattering glass behind her was only a blip on her radar, though she looked over her shoulder. It was too late. Deiniol was gone before she could really focus her field of vision.
That didn't matter.
Turning back quickly she reached out, struggling against her seatbelt to grab her brother's shoulder, "Marcus!" she snapped. Not shouting exactly, but trying to use a commanding tone to get him to wake up. He had to wake up. It had to just be a knock to the head because... because. It had to be. Her younger brother had to be okay. "Marky, come on... wake up." Kath' wheezed the childhood name desperately as she gave his shoulder another jolt.
He had to be okay.
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Marcus
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I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
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Post by Marcus on Jan 22, 2007 3:36:21 GMT
The shattering of the back window, and any sounds of choking or voices of triumph didn’t register with the younger detective. His awareness was limited, and only really started to spark on its way back to consciousness when something tightened around his shoulder to shake… not once, but twice. It was the second shake, and a pleading tone that penetrated the forceful fog that had overwhelmed him so suddenly in the first place.
Pulling in a shaking breath, he gave a low groan as his consciousness started to come back to him, piece by painful piece. It was as he pulled in another breath that he realised it was uncomfortable, but his mind didn’t really put the puzzle together just yet, as he tried to command his eyes to open.
When they did, their focus was blurred, and he winced, shifting slightly where he sat, slowly but steadily remembering what had happened. Someone had rammed them off the road. And… the car had fallen. Then he couldn’t remember anything else. His head hurt though, he knew that, making him wonder if he’d knocked himself out during the roll.
“Kath’…?”
Relief flashed powerfully through him as his eyes cleared enough for him to see that, bloody nose or not, it definitely was his sister, and she was alive. He shifted again, wincing heavily, and tried to straighten, his body feeling too heavy, skull throbbing madly. He lifted his head from where it had been against the top of the wheel, and groggily reached his hand up to his left temple, just below his hairline, grimacing. He must have cracked his head against something hard; it felt like someone was letting off charges inside his skull. “Shit…” He closed his eyes, addressing his sister in a slightly strained voice, “Are you okay?”
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Katherine
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Post by Katherine on Jan 22, 2007 3:58:28 GMT
Her head rocked back against the headrest as her brother moved and relief washed through her with his speech. With that though came the refining of her pain receptors and she realised that it was stemming largely from her legs. Her head and her chest ached from the impact and she knew she'd be bruised... but her legs were jammed up under the dashboard, her seat that she had already pulled forwards was stuck tight and the dash had caved inwards. She nodded though, in general she was okay. She was alive, he was alive. It could have been worse. She could still feel her legs and she moved her feet as if to test that they were still functioning. They were. Nothing felt... broken but everything just seemed to ache and pulse and her blood was so damned loud in her ears it was making her dizzy.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm okay." she said, torpidly, blinking with effort and trying not to move too much. She suddenly noticed she was tasting blood and that there was a warm sticky mess on her upper lip. She raised one hand to wipe it away and looked back to Marcus, having a little trouble pulling her thoughts into a linear pattern, She narrowed her eyes at him and took stock of the head wound "You? You alright?"
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Marcus
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Post by Marcus on Jan 22, 2007 4:11:40 GMT
“I think so,” he replied in a thick kind of voice, low and rather quiet. He breathed out heavily, and pulled his hand away, opening his eyes again. He blinked forcefully to clear his vision again, suddenly dizzy… and that was when he saw the stains on his fingers and hand. “Whoa…” He lifted his hand anew, carefully touching the side of his head again, feeling the sticky, warm dampness this time, and pulling his hand back once more to really take it in. “Oh… whoa.” No wonder his head was pounding. He wasn’t sure if he’d smashed his head against the wheel, or the window to his side; as he looked to his left, he realised it could very well have been the latter.
His side of the car was buckled; the impact of the other vehicle had caved the bodywork inward, and now that he really looked at it, he could see that it was pressing up against the side of his leg, arm, and his seat, which felt out of alignment, compared to how it normally sat. He looked to the top of his belt, wincing with a hiss as his head protested with a thundering ache as he twisted his neck to look; the car was, to put it bluntly, out of shape, and he looked down to his right to try and see if his belt was still holding him.
It was as he shifted in his seat again that he gave a gasp, eyes closing as a blinding, sharp pain shot through his right side. His hand, already wet with blood, went down to brace against where the belt lay, and his mind slowly figured out what had happened. As the car had been slammed and flipped, his belt had tried to catch him; maybe the caving of his side of the car had kept it from catching him properly, but now, it felt far too tight, and his ribs were on fire. His other hand pushed against the steering column as he tried to breathe, head bowed over.
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Katherine
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Post by Katherine on Jan 22, 2007 4:26:52 GMT
The blood caught her attention first, she hadn't seen it with being on the opposite side of his head wounded but from the way he was swaying a little from side to side in her seat, though maybe he couldn't tell that he was, he had concussion. Katherine knew by ways more sisterly intuition related than logic what was doubly wrong with Marcus as he pressed a hand forwards, dropping his head a fraction in a mess of black curls. His ribs. Even in certain weather conditions they could give him trouble if he wasn't careful. Broken ribs were a hell of the thing to heal and once in a while she knew the on duty injury plagued him somewhat. This time the seatbelt must have caught them and judging by the amount of pain she was in from that aspect of the crash Kath' knew Marc' was in agony. She cursed under her breath.
"Hold still." She wheezed heavily and unnecessarily, aware that her breathing wasn't getting any easier and looking down again. Goddamned seat belt was too damned tight. It must have snapped her back with the impact and then locked in place. She wanted to get out of her seat and help her brother. Immediately. Her fingers went for the orange clasp and she pressed her thumb down on it weakly but it refused to click, "Oh for fuck's sake..." she cursed, slamming her thumb down again against the button to no avail. The strap wasn't coming free.
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