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[center][h1][color=9e0b0f][i]Charlie Peterson[/i][/color][/h1][/center]
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Charlie was walking around the festival taking it all in, after that experience he needed a little time to breathe. However sadly this was not the case, even with all of the distractions around one person stood out. This girl... Infinitely beautiful, head to toe gorgeous, she was in the crowd at the DOVE exhibit. Charlie was infatuated, mouth agape and all he just stared. [i]Should I talk to her? Should I do a trick? Don't stare![/i] All thought going through his head as the whole world faded to black around this girl who was captivating his every whim. 

Then suddenly, he sensed it, strong, he knew exactly what was coming, how far, everything he didn't want to know, he knew. Before he could even open his mouth the first shot was fired, he ducked instinctively. Then quickly he scrambled through his inside robe pockets and pulled out a pair of earbuds, frantically he put them in and plugged them into his phone. He played white noise as loud as he could, which dulled the screaming and other shots a bit but not totally. He took off running as soon as he sensed the man move nearer to him. Then he looked up, in all of the chaos portals were opening. Charlie dashed feeling every movement of the masked men in his core. 

But before he could reach the edge of the street a portal opened right in front of him. Charlie fell back onto his palm and twisted around, bullets hit the concrete where he just was as he turned into a stand. Trying his very best to tune out the crowd and find a possible opening to bolt. He breathed heavily, telling himself he was going to get out of this okay. Then on a personal count of 3 he rushed back out into the havok, and straight into the back of a man who just came out of a portal. The man swung around and Charlie dodged backward out of the way. He sensed the bute swinging back again and he pushed the man with his momentum allowing the butt of his rifle to throw him off balance. He stepped on the side of the man's knee, assuming he broke the pivotal joint Charlie turned to run once more. But was greeted by two other men aiming their guns directly at Charlie's face. He backed up and dropped to his knees as they motioned he put his hat on the ground and held both hands open surrendering. 

They pressed the barrel towards his neck and circled around flanking him. He heard faint yelling and shrieking, and sensed the men weren't going to let him go with just a warning. He pushed the barrels up with both hands forcing the grunts to fire into the air above each other. Then hopping to his feet he took both men at once, each throwing an assortment of punches, kicks, and strikes with their gun butts. Each blow missed and was returned by a strike of Charlie's own. After what seemed like ages of sensing and redirecting each of the attackers blows Charlie pacified the two men. Each on the ground in their own world of hurt, Charlie looked around to make sure both were down. He then turned around to continue running when he was greet by the butt of a gun.

His nose broke, and began to bleed, Charlie stumbled backwards, earbuds falling out of his ears he lost a great portion of his ability to sense what came next. The broken man stood hobbling on his one good leg as he aimed the barrel at Charlie. But just as he fired Charlie pushed the gun barrel to the side sending a bullet off into the street. He delivered a precise blow to the man's chest only to find it was armored, and the masked man punched Charlie in the jaw as a response. His custom deck of cards with his name on the box fell out of his pocket and onto the street, spilling the cards everywhere. Charlie retaliated and went straight for the man's throat this time and punched his adam's apple with a force. The man collapsed and gasped for air. Charlie didn't want to know whether or not he broke the man's windpipe and took off once more. He ran through alley after alley, avoiding whatever gunfire he heard and trying to detect anything dangerous in his route away from here.