[IC] Streets on Fire

[Gwynbleidd]

The bookie froze right in his spot. Terror had gripped him, sending a hard shiver down his spine. Gulping. Feeling the cold steel of Jake's pistol at his back. He knew that Cotton wasn't joking. That tone in his voice. In this line of profession, he knew how to spot those who were killers and those who were pretenders not capable of the task. This man was without doubt a killer. A cold blooded predator. At least, that's how it seemed to him right then. The line between life and death a simple pull of a small trigger. His blood could be all over the floor and it'd be over.

Problem for Jake. Deserae had frozen too. It was moving too fast for her. She just stared at the cash box below, and back to Cotton's gun. The Lost Ones were not supposed to kill, and their new member seemed to have not hesitations about doing it. How could she know he had no intention of actually putting the man down. He had to appear as serious as possible. And the slower Deserae took, the faster more eyes could catch what was happening. Jake shot a quick, hostile glance at DJ. As if he were telling her to get a move on. The anger was flaring up in his eyes. The bookie finally spoke.

"Okay… I'll do what you want. Just, don't kill me." He almost tripped trying to move the box with his foot. Sliding it backwards so it was right there for the taking. At last, Deserae had caught herself. She leaned down and grabbed the box. The mission was complete. But, was it? It took too long for everything to happen. Some unwanted attention came their way. A new set of bodyguards. And not only that…

"Get out, now." Jake said loud enough for DJ to hear. She was trembling with fear. All of this had gone wrong so quickly. But, to her credit, she steeled herself and pushed through the crowd. Cotton knew she wouldn't get out so easily, so he needed to be the distraction. Like a solider, always ready to put his life on the line for the sake of his brothers and the mission.

After the fight, Deon washed some blood off his hands and wanted to get ready for the next fight. He had plenty of time to get ready. Get some food in his stomach and take on the next unfortunate challenger. He walked on out with his shirt off. Always the kind of guy to draw attention to himself. But, unlike most men who put on the tough guy act, he could back every bit of that image up with brute force and bloodied knuckles. He was a wolf through an through. A hunter, a predator. The kind of person who fed off the weaknesses of his opponents. The type to play with his food before he devoured it. That much was clear inside of the ring. And, what did he see when he wandered on out. Only Golden Boy ready to steal away the purse that he'd rightfully earned. He moved in very fast to stop the robbery, ready to pick a fight. Jake's eyes caught him too. Observant of everything, especially a nearby booth that provided good cover. And that's when Jake made the decision…

He raised his gun in the air, causing Deon to freeze and some others to panic. Cotton sprinted to the booth and fired two, thunderously loud shots in the air. Diving for cover. All hell broke loose. People screaming, dropping to the floor, running for the exits.

But no one cared about the missing box, and Deserae just had to navigate her way through the streaming masses of people. Hopefully find one of the other Lost Ones and safely find her way out. Either way, Jake was ready to keep himself alive. Using every opportunity to hind behind a mass of people and slip through. Keep hidden.

It was chaos.

[Partisan]

Minato looked over his shoulder and noticed the cyborg dumbo swinging his arm right into a security guard. He guessed the smarts were not something he possessed. He looked forward again and noticed D.J was gone. “KSU. This night is turning from fun to.. well fun.” He came to the railing of the upper area, where the bar was, and was faced with a decision. Either turn around and face more gorilla's and possibly a cyborg mutant ninja gorilla or jump down. That decision was swiftly made, so he gripped the railing and swung his legs upwards, completely oblivious to the fact that the security gorilla's had stopped chasing him favoring the larger prey.

Mid air Minato heard two loud claps, but amidst this chaos the last thing he'd think they were are gunshots. Never the less the following mass of people flowing towards the exits gave him a good idea of what was going on - someone had just fired shots and since the security was up in arms against that gorilla cyborg supermutant from space, they were probably shooting him. Atleast, that was the conclusion Minato made. He landed on the floor with a loud thump, going through his knees flimsily and standing straight up again afterwards. Once again he brushed the dust off of him, looking at the general area people were headed in. Amidst the group he managed to spot D.J, moving at a conciderably slower pace than the rest and seemingly seemed to be swaying side to side. Was she alright? Maybe she was the one that got shot instead? Minato slowly started walking to her, then walked faster, going into a jog.

When he got to her, through the confision and mass of people, he grabbed her by the shoulder and swung his other arm around, grabbing her other shoulder. In any case, if the guards would try to control the crowd, they'd be going the way everyone else was going. Minato spoke out loud, not really realizing it and continueing his thought train. “Ah, so we must get another exit.” This would ofcourse seem like somewhat related - but not very sensical brabbling to D.J but it didn't matter, she seemed to be in some sort of shock from the sheer fact that yes, even she could look womanly. It would probably be because of the chaos, but whatever. “D.J, are you alright?” Ofcourse she wasn't Minato, you baka. Minato pulled her away to some backdoor which they opened by pressing in the bar on the door.

However once they got outside, there was some guard standing there smoking. Obviously he missed the part where the club was under attack or being stolen from. It was still a bit unclear to Minato what the hell was going on and he hadn't noticed the strongbox under D.J's arm yet. “Ksuuu, this is like some cliché action movie where there's bad guys around the corner, isn't it.” The guard let a ''Huhhh?'' slip from his mouth before Minato punched him in the throat.

Except it didn't do much. The guard felt his throat and then looked at Minato. “Oi, scrub. Twigs o' 'er kind ain' spose' to be throwin' punches.. ki' like you nee' to use 'er head.” Minato looked at hist fist and then nodded at the man. What a strange situation. “Oh, I get it.. like this?” He pulled his head back and swung it forward towards the mans forehead again, headbutting him and causing the mans head to slam backwards into the brickwall. The man slid down against the brickwall and tried to get back up but failed miserably, opting instead to go and lay down and take a nap of sorts. Nevermind the blood guzzling from the hole in his head.

Minato grabbed D.J again and pulled her up the concrete stairs to the left which lead back up to street level, but had no real idea what to do now. He looked around the corner and noticed groups of people being lead out by the guards. He was still unsure whether or not they were after her or not but she was acting rather strange. He turned round again and faced D.J. “Oioi, Disc Jockey.” He grinned at his stupid joke. “What happened? Oi, what is in that box? Oi, were they after you? And oi, do you know where I can buy a dog?” God damnit Minato. You're a fucking retard. The worst part was - he was serious. This was gonna be a long night for D.J if she was gonna deal with this A-class social wreck.

[Partisan]

-IGNORE, ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IN IC AND NOT OOC-