[b][u][i][h1][center]Michal[/center][/h1][/i][/u][/b]
[color=00aeef]Michal has been dragging deeply from a cigarette as he looked up on stage at the reporters droning on about the celebration. He himself had little interest in the festivities that didn't include drinking and bare breasted women hooting and hollering. The crows erupted as various knick knacks were tossed to them and proceeded to grab at it all like hungry animals. Moving a hand away from his face, he flicked his middle finger, disturbing the collected ash at the end of the cigarette. He would bring it bag to his lips and drag once more before hacking and toss the butt at his feet. A yawn rose up from his throat and he stretched, starting to saunter towards one of the many open store fronts when an explosion came from beyond him. 

It quieted the rowdy crowd for a split second before utter chaos was unleashed. The large crowd shoved and pushed as people shouted and ran from a vomit colored crows hanging eerily over the edge of the crowd. Almost being shoved to the ground and trampled, Michal began to rub with the massive blob of people towards some alleyways. Luckily, being on the edge of this side gave him actual entrance to it and he managed to clambor up and over the chain link before the narrow alley became congested with shoving and paniced denizens. Michal had gone into full flight mode, with so much adrenaline pumping he didn't need to know what he was running from, only that he needed to run. 

A few blocks down he broke from the dozen other people running him and dodged into a side alley behind some dumpsters. There were catwalks and fire escapes above him, entrances to apartments it seemed. Down at the end of this narrow hall, he saw people running and shouting as well. For the moment he decided to heave himself atop a dumpster and left for the fire escape. Grabbing the bottom rung with both hands, he nearly fell as one hand grabbed at something slick on the ladder. However, he managed to get a secure grip and pull himself up each step until he was safely on the catwalk.

Reflecting on the events with a more level head now, he tries to recall details. A green mist, some...people seemed to be writhing about within it with something strange about them. He saw little and only knee that something had not seemed normal about them. With that thought, he leaned back and lit a cigarette with shaking hands. Thus was going to be an interesting night he figured, dragging deeply.[/color]