[img]http://i.imgur.com/ylO8F8C.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AXy5Xzf.png[/img] [b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - First Floor[/b] The ground trembled and shook as the stampede bore upon the bound pair - cameras pointing, microphones pointed. "MISS LECLAIR! MISS LECLAIR!" Moira did not move. She closed her eyes, her face controrting to a grimace. This was too much noise. This was far too much noise. Slowly, she raised her arm before her, her flat palm facing the crowd. "STOP!!!" she bellowed with that impressively loud voice of hers, her eyes flashing open. "YOU AIN'T PASSIN'!!!" The first row or so of reporters hesitated and slowed, finding themselves inexplicably intimidated by the short, bulky, disheveled woman before them. However they were only pushed away by the waves of reporters behind them. There was no stopping this mob. Moira's eyes burned with anger. Were they ignoring her?! How fucking [i]dare[/i] they ignore-ARGH! As sturdy as she was, even she couldn't resist being swept away by a tidlewave of shouting people and cameras and flashes. They did not give a shit! Even Syed - who had far more sensibly attempted to take cover in a doorway - found himself likewise pulled downstream as Moira was pushed and shoved further down the corridor. "MISS LECLAIR! MISS LECLAIR!" "SHUT YOUR FACE YOU FUCKIN SHITHEAD DICKWARD ******* ****** ******-!" Moira screamed, flailing her limbs in every direction she could. She'd punch them all if she could make heads or tails of who was who. No fuck this! If she had her sword, oh if she had her sword they'd be listening! Listening or bleeding!!! Little did she know that behind her Syed's hands were moving in swift, deliberate movements. Concentrate, concentrate. His cast was interrupted a couple of times as people pushed and bumped against him, but the third time came up lucky as he managed to cross his arms before him... Then he clenched his hands into fists, his eyes flashing bright yellow for a split second. Pandemonium ensued. Suddenly the loud, shrill ring of a fire alarm filled the corridor, shortly followed by the sprinklers in the ceiling activating and showing everyone there in a startlingly cold flood of water. Most of the reporters began to panic about their equipment getting wet, shouting and hunching over their cameras and microphones to try and keep them dry. Moira faltered, somewhat beweildered by it all. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end, but that was it. "What the fu-?!" "Don't question it!" Syed shouted urgently over the noise. His distraction had only caused them a few seconds of time at the most. "Come on!" The pair of them began to run. Of course by now, there was no sign of their group, and the constant din of the fire alarm easily drowned out any other noise. They had no idea where they went at all. Where were they supposed to be going? "HEY!" someone shouted from behind them. Shit SHIT was that their time up already?! That was it, they were screwed. Suddenly Moira grasped Syed's wrist. He barely had time to even question it internally, before... "Wait Moira no NO MOIRA DON'T-!!!" Moira leapt out of the open window at the end of the corridor, dragging the mage along with her. The split second they were suspended in the air seemed to last forever; Moira's expression frozen in a steely, furious determination, Syed's a somewhat less flattering look of absolute terror. The canopy which thankfully laid below them tore under their combined weight as they plummetted, the pair of them landing in a painful heap on the floor. Thank the gods they only jumped out of the first floor! Moira quickly scrambled up to her feet, pulled up her partner (who gave a gasp of pain as she did so), and dove into the masses of people now filtering out of the hotel. "Keep your head down!" she hissed, pulling Syed down as she did so. The pair of them made their way through the crowds as best as they could, before taking shelter behind the nearby newspaper stall. Neither of them were the sort who could easily blend into crowds, after all.