StarInaBox said
*slices RC Master's hand off* >:|
Pfft, tis a flesh wound! *internally screaming with torturous pain*
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Pfft, tis a flesh wound! *internally screaming with torturous pain*
Major Ursa said
D:*dies*
Mwahahaha...mission complete!
A light drizzle fell among the once thriving playground. Up above, the moon peeked from its blanket of dark clouds like a child playing peek-a-boo. A chilly breeze blew through the air, nudging the rusted old swing set to sway ever so slightly. While blissfully peaceful, the whole area had an eerie, almost ominous presence surrounding it. Riley drew a sharp intake of breath as she gazed at the vandalized and broken playground before her. How long had this old place seen a sign of life? Five years? Ten? However long, time and nature had claimed the area. Rust covered the monkey bars, ivy spiralled up the ladder of the broken slide, the swings from the swing set were only attached by one end of the seat. The area was in total disarray.
Yet, despite the obvious discord that had occurred from times long gone, the place felt...nostalgic. Comforting, even.
Riley felt the corners of her mouth twitch upwards. The playground was full of memories. It was here that she had made her first friend in preschool. Here that she had her first kiss with the dreamy Kyle Neilson (who, in hindsight, wasn't really that dreamy at all). Here where she would go when she felt troubled and would pretend she was a pirate, or superhero, or treasure hunter.
Here where she could actually relax and forget the seemingly endless cycle of work, work, and more work.
She had spent most of the night wandering around the old place, reliving fantasy adventures and just trying to take a break. She didn't know why she had headed here. She didn't know why she just didn't head back to her apartment after the meeting. She just...walked. And her legs took her here.
Riley shifted on the swing, causing it to creak loudly. For a second, she though the whole thing would snap and fall apart. A taut grimace formed on her face as she felt water from the puddle left by the drizzling rain seep into her pants. Should've checked the seat, Riley mentally scolded herself. The disconcerting feeling quickly left. Wet pants, while embarrassing, were the least of her problem
"Excuse me, Ma'am, but we're going to have to come with us."
Riley whirled around, surprise flashing on her face. Behind her was a group of officers. A hardened expression was set on their faces and they didn't look at all happy. All Riley could do was stare and utter two words:
"Oh shit."
The next set of events were a blur. It was a mix-match of sequences, none of which Riley could decide happened first or last. All she could focus on was police officers roughly dragging her away to this weird room.
Dread formed in the pit of her stomach. What was going on? Who were these other people? What had happened? She paled as a lot voice spoke. A murder...she was suspected of murder...how was she suspected of murder? Riley wasn't exactly a love-everyone-and-everything kind of person. There were a lot of people she hated, but murder?! Never! And all these other people. They looked just as scared as she, if not more. They looked innocent enough.
"I wasn't at the murder scene. I was at the abandoned playground!" Riley defended. She quickly shut her mouth as she realised what she had blurted out. Great. Just great. What's more suspicious about an adult creeping around an old playground? "I...I wouldn't kill anyone...I'm not that type of person...
Yet, despite the obvious discord that had occurred from times long gone, the place felt...nostalgic. Comforting, even.
Riley felt the corners of her mouth twitch upwards. The playground was full of memories. It was here that she had made her first friend in preschool. Here that she had her first kiss with the dreamy Kyle Neilson (who, in hindsight, wasn't really that dreamy at all). Here where she would go when she felt troubled and would pretend she was a pirate, or superhero, or treasure hunter.
Here where she could actually relax and forget the seemingly endless cycle of work, work, and more work.
She had spent most of the night wandering around the old place, reliving fantasy adventures and just trying to take a break. She didn't know why she had headed here. She didn't know why she just didn't head back to her apartment after the meeting. She just...walked. And her legs took her here.
Riley shifted on the swing, causing it to creak loudly. For a second, she though the whole thing would snap and fall apart. A taut grimace formed on her face as she felt water from the puddle left by the drizzling rain seep into her pants. Should've checked the seat, Riley mentally scolded herself. The disconcerting feeling quickly left. Wet pants, while embarrassing, were the least of her problem
"Excuse me, Ma'am, but we're going to have to come with us."
Riley whirled around, surprise flashing on her face. Behind her was a group of officers. A hardened expression was set on their faces and they didn't look at all happy. All Riley could do was stare and utter two words:
"Oh shit."
The next set of events were a blur. It was a mix-match of sequences, none of which Riley could decide happened first or last. All she could focus on was police officers roughly dragging her away to this weird room.
Dread formed in the pit of her stomach. What was going on? Who were these other people? What had happened? She paled as a lot voice spoke. A murder...she was suspected of murder...how was she suspected of murder? Riley wasn't exactly a love-everyone-and-everything kind of person. There were a lot of people she hated, but murder?! Never! And all these other people. They looked just as scared as she, if not more. They looked innocent enough.
"I wasn't at the murder scene. I was at the abandoned playground!" Riley defended. She quickly shut her mouth as she realised what she had blurted out. Great. Just great. What's more suspicious about an adult creeping around an old playground? "I...I wouldn't kill anyone...I'm not that type of person...
*gives late pinches to anyone without green*
Alrighty!
...But first, how do you sit?
...But first, how do you sit?
*crawls from hole that is my awkwardness* Heeeey! Sup? So I brought apple juice.
Vince Rike
Free Clinic
Vince grimaced slightly as the sickeningly familiar chemical smell of a hospital reached his nose. Admittedly, he wasn't too fond of them. He had seen too many loved ones die in sterilized walls. Now a days, they were more of a place of death to Vince instead of a place of healing.
Vince looked towards a nurse began asking questions. "Vince...Vince Rike...er, I remember getting a beating and someone helping...Last time I ate was, um, five days ago, I believe?" he answered as fast as he could. The world went by like a blur as he was brought to a room. By now, he was more tired then anything. All he wanted was some sleep. Vince shut his eyes, barely aware of the IV drip being attached, or the nurses and doctors running around, or his injuries.
Free Clinic
Vince grimaced slightly as the sickeningly familiar chemical smell of a hospital reached his nose. Admittedly, he wasn't too fond of them. He had seen too many loved ones die in sterilized walls. Now a days, they were more of a place of death to Vince instead of a place of healing.
Vince looked towards a nurse began asking questions. "Vince...Vince Rike...er, I remember getting a beating and someone helping...Last time I ate was, um, five days ago, I believe?" he answered as fast as he could. The world went by like a blur as he was brought to a room. By now, he was more tired then anything. All he wanted was some sleep. Vince shut his eyes, barely aware of the IV drip being attached, or the nurses and doctors running around, or his injuries.
Vince Rike
Alleyway
"Thanks," Vince grunted as he was hoisted up. His legs shook and he placed a shaking hand on the wall to help steady him.
"So, what the hell happened to you? You look like shit..."
"I feel like shit. I, uh, ran into some trouble," he half-lied. What else was he going to say? That he hit beat up for trying to mug someone? Vince mentally scoffed at the thought. It was clear that this person didn't trust him. Telling them that he was trying to steal wouldn't have helped. "Things were said, punches were thrown, and I'm pretty sure one guy had a metal bat."
"Honey, let us give you a hand."
Vince looked towards the source of the voice. The boy from earlier was leading two large men towards them. Panic filled the injured man. Were they the cops? If they were, then he was royally screwed. After his last encounter with the police, there was no doubt that they wouldn't hesitate to arrest Vince.
As the men drew near, the panic faded. Scrubs. Not police uniforms. They were just scrubs. Vince hid a small grin of relief.He let out a surprised yelp as the men lifted him like he was weightless. He cast the boy that led them and the figure in the coat (which he deemed was female by the shape) a grateful look as he was carried away.
Alleyway
"Thanks," Vince grunted as he was hoisted up. His legs shook and he placed a shaking hand on the wall to help steady him.
"So, what the hell happened to you? You look like shit..."
"I feel like shit. I, uh, ran into some trouble," he half-lied. What else was he going to say? That he hit beat up for trying to mug someone? Vince mentally scoffed at the thought. It was clear that this person didn't trust him. Telling them that he was trying to steal wouldn't have helped. "Things were said, punches were thrown, and I'm pretty sure one guy had a metal bat."
"Honey, let us give you a hand."
Vince looked towards the source of the voice. The boy from earlier was leading two large men towards them. Panic filled the injured man. Were they the cops? If they were, then he was royally screwed. After his last encounter with the police, there was no doubt that they wouldn't hesitate to arrest Vince.
As the men drew near, the panic faded. Scrubs. Not police uniforms. They were just scrubs. Vince hid a small grin of relief.He let out a surprised yelp as the men lifted him like he was weightless. He cast the boy that led them and the figure in the coat (which he deemed was female by the shape) a grateful look as he was carried away.
Okay! Finally back on my computer.
Expect the IC up in a bit.
Expect the IC up in a bit.
You can expect Vince's reply soon. ;3
Sorry, could only go online by phone and I could barely type anything. :/
Sorry, could only go online by phone and I could barely type anything. :/
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