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[Color=DCDCDC][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Bludhaven // USA:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 16[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 12:44 AM //Caernaervon District// A Steriotypically Evil Man with a Steriotypically Evil Distraction [/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]

[i]Of course he sets a fucking apartment on fire... Of course there was an apartment to set on fire...grjkrewjrklwerjl.[/i] Ghost's thoughts are, understandably, a bit of a frustrated mess as she's forced to lose her quarry. She could track down a man in a weird suit with a crotch gun tomorrow. These people might not live through the next 10 minutes. Fortunately the fire wasn't up in earnest, and there was rain starting up, but she could still see the glow of fire deep inside the building. Dodging a passing cannon shot from her phallic foe - [i]how the fuck...[/i], She went to work immediately, crashing through an upper story window and into the main hallway of the building. Down the hall was a fire alarm, which she pulled. Forcing open the closest door, she flew through the rooms checking for people - empty. They'd be coming back to a surprise. She moved to the next room. two. able bodied. more doors were starting to open, and she accosted a passerby. [Color=DCDCDC]"Is there anyone living near here who will struggle to get out of this building?"[/color]

"Holy Sh- yes, 503. Paulina's deaf and lives alone"

Ghost was gone before the sentence had finished, breaking through another door. The woman was indeed still sleeping - and of course this building hadn't installed visual alarms. Ghost slapped the woman awake. She had learned a few signs, in the event that she ran into a deaf person, and she signed "danger. trust." Before grabbing onto the woman by her arms - mostly using her own strength to do so - and dragging her to the window. She set herself down for a moment and pushed the glass of the window outwards before picking her back up and floating out. It was more of a controlled fall than anything else, but they got to the ground in relative safety. People were starting to gather, but she figured that trying to get a decent evaluation of who was missing from them would be an exercise in inefficiency, so she went back up to the fifth floor as the firemen and police officers started to arrive. she could start to feel the heat as she moved down to the fourth floor, busting open doors on that level. 

[i]This is hopeless...can never finish in time...can never be sure...[/i] A cat in 407, quickly lifted out from under the bed, through the window, and onto the ground. It bolted, but at least it wasn't trapped in a burning building. The next story, the heat very noticeable now. 304, a man completely passed out on a couch, smelling strongly of alcohol, an empty whiskey bottle on the floor. He was heavy, they more or less just fell, and she was pretty sure she heard something break in his leg. The next room. nothing. The next room. nothing. The next room. nothing. second floor - beginning to become unreasonably hot. At this point she was listening for cries for help as she navigated with care above the crumbling floorboards, avoiding the flames licking at them. If this heat didn't wake them, they were as good as dead anyway. No sound, and she could feel the heat slowing her down. she exited out of a window on the ally-side of the building, avoiding the crowds as she frantically beat at a small flame at the end of her dress that the rain helped put out. She then flew to the top of a nearby building and just kind of collapsed, watching the building become engulfed. The storm that was coming through would prevent it from spreading - but what if she had missed someone - what if someone was dead on her inability to be fast enough? strong enough? 

[i]Why the HELL didn't I expect him to know I was coming?[/i]