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 15, 2007 22:10:41 GMT
Continued from Church Interior, with Marcus
The cool breeze of the night was added to by the speed with which the vampire moved. The blood on her face and hands was drying quickly now, becoming tight and sticky across her skin. She darted down the tight side street, intent on losing her pursuer. This was not over. Not by a long shot. Yelena had her sights set on something that she wanted now and with that objective came a sing mindedness that she often didn't display for her sheer apathy towards the world. Something had sparked her lifeless veins, something she hadn't felt for a long time, too long; excitement. Her thoughts were running wild with possibilities and though the exhilaration of tearing that Priest into veritable ribbons was wearing off... her inspiration was not.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
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 16, 2007 0:20:20 GMT
Dammit, how did she move so fast? She wasn’t exactly dressed for running, her heels were far from practical, and… well, Marcus was a cop. He’d trained hard to get where he was, and that meant being in peak physical condition, and then some. He took care of himself, and it showed, but he still couldn’t seem to close any distance between himself and the perp’, which was starting to frustrate him more than he liked.
He just wanted to yell at her to slow her skinny ass down, but since he knew that wasn’t going to work, he would just have to run until his legs decided to fail him. They were already aching, and he wasn’t sure they would hold out much longer, with the force and exertion he was putting into his pursuit. He was already breathing heavier than usual, and it was starting to show that he couldn’t keep up this pace for long.
He shouted for her to stop one last time, giving a growl when it showed itself to be just as fruitless an attempt as the previous ones, and he told himself he would have to take extreme measures if she didn’t slow… which meant he would have to stop long enough to draw, aim and fire his gun… and he just hoped he kept her in sight long enough to do that.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
Posts: 80
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Post by Yelena on Jan 16, 2007 2:38:53 GMT
Yelena decided her best bet was to go up and over the building tops to make her escape. There was no way the cop could keep up with her that way, even if he was doing a surprisingly good job of keeping up with her on the ground. She had no doubt that she could outrun him on the flat but it was taking her further and further away from Deiniol and her ultimate goal. So she veered left and then veered right, getting up the right momentum to scale the side of the building.
A crack rang out through the night air; the cop had fired a shot at her. Yelena was lucky that she was already moving and that the bullet didn't touch her. Not wanting to give her pursuer a second chance, she was up the side of the building and making her way across the roof top in the blink of an eye. She needed to find a way back to that Church.
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Marcus
Human
LAPD Detective: Homicide
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right; I don't need to be forgiven.
Posts: 97
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Post by Marcus on Jan 16, 2007 2:45:58 GMT
Marcus had had to pull to a stop to accurately fire his weapon; it wasn’t that he doubted his own marksmanship, that being one of his best skills, but for a better aim, he couldn’t run and point blindly… there could be people walking by that might get caught by a bullet, and he’d never forgive himself if something bad happened as a result of his blind determination.
Cursing when he realised he hadn’t hit her, he bolted off again, skidding to a slightly messy halt when he realised, quite simply, she was gone. Breathless, he panted, hair in his eyes as he looked left right, back, forward, and up. Where the hell had she gone? People couldn’t just vanish into thin air, and there were no doorways or gates for her to slip through; the fences were too high even for him to scale without one heck of a good run-up, and he doubted she had sprouted wings and taken off into the sky.
“Dammit.” Shoulders slumping in irritated defeat, he did one last scan of the area, and then turned to jog back the way he had come, grumbling internally all the way.
Continued in: Church Interior.
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