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Davis Bruin (grizzled) wrote in audeamus,
@ 2008-07-09 21:22:00

Entry tags:

fairytales

[tales & horrors]
who: Everyone from the apartment thread before.
what: The end of Mr. Stoughton and Mr. Barr.
rating: High for violence, language, and gore.
notes: note the apartment layout beneath the cut. Respond to each segment of the action, which I've split up since so much is going to happen in so little time (literally imagine: bang-pause-bang-pause-bang-pause-done). The people highlighted in parenthesis signed up here, so make sure you don't step on their toes as their characters do their part, otherwise react as you will as long as these principle events happen.

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	- 1 - grizzled 2008-07-09 11:23 pm UTC (link)
	Outside the door, there is a sharp pop. Even through the door, it is just loud enough to echo. There isn't time to wonder if a car out there was backfiring. There wasn't time to wonder at all, only react. [ Note: People who know what a 9 mm gunshot sounds like have a split second to react. ] (Reply to this) (Thread)

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grizzled
2008-07-09 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Davis knew what a gunshot sounded like. He knew it the moment he heard it, which is why his chair scraped across the floor. He started half upright at the kitchen table and went for a gun he wasn't wearing, groping at nothing but air with his heart hammering in his chest.

Jared knew what that sound was, too. He grew up on a long Los Angeles street that divided the territory between two hispanic gangs that picked each other off street corners from passing cars. He was already against a wall, and his immediate reaction was to press himself back against it, away from whoever was coming. He looked sharply across the room at Cal, who took a step forward with one hand reached automatically toward Ellen's back, as if his mind was trying to catch up to his instincts.

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thewitch
2008-07-09 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Something goes pop outside the door, and her head jackknifes around. Kelly has been around guns. Here, New Orleans, Los Angeles, Manhattan, Michigan, North Carolina. Big guns, little guns. Guns the size of toys and double barrel shot guns, aiming at people and animals and nothing in particular. Her brain connects the pop with that of a gun, and reaches her hands out to shove Sebastian to the floor, turning her body towards the door...

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grizzled
2008-07-09 11:23 pm UTC (link)

A moment later, the door is pushed gently open to its full extent, stopped only by Ellen's duffle bag. Mr. Barr, resplendent in a tailored suit and easily discernible from the soft evening behind him, is framed in the doorway. He is smiling, quiet and secretive, and his white blue eyes are sleepy and seem to burn in slitted intensity. He has a gun. It is ridiculous and unbelievable, but he does. He looks out at those in the kitchen, and points the gun at the first group of tales he sees, those at the table. He squeezes the trigger.

[ Note: People who can see the door and Barr framed in it. (Eli. Kelly.) ]

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grizzled
2008-07-09 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Davis saw Barr, and he saw the gun. He shouted in alarm, as if he was twenty years younger and the cold was biting at him around the half open door of six-adam-eight and there were more poppoppoping noises of the asshole shooting at him as he crouched. "DOWN!" Davis realized with a pang that he hand no gun, and he turned and made a split-second choice: Ella. He shoved his chair back and dragged Ella down, tipping her chair so they both slammed into the floor even as the door started to open...

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gretel
2008-07-09 11:40 pm UTC (link)

Ella screamed and suddenly being dragged down when the door started to open, her arm instinctively waving in the air for her brother who she could not see as Davis crouched over her small figure protectively. "Eli!"

Mason who was beginning to feel the effects of her stone skin fade was antsy until she heard the loud POP, her motions mimicked Jared's and her back was to the wall despite the hiss of discomfort.

Esme had jumped and at the warning of Davis was on her knees trying to drag Deric down with her.

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overclockwork
2008-07-10 12:02 am UTC (link)

Deric was surprised enough to react without thinking, and turned about four shades closer the colour of the wall. He wasn't concentrating hard enough to hide himself completely, so it was probably good that Esme pulled him down.

Ellen's immediate instinct was to run for the exit and Angie, but Cal's hand on her back signaled her to get down. In a rare fit of obedience, she did what was wanted of her and hit the deck.

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thewitch
2008-07-10 12:58 am UTC (link)

... and looked at Barr as he came into the room, the impressive form that he is. Her body was already on the defensive, and before she could cognitively think, it reacted. It pushed and the magic that made her who she was connected, tangling with the water in his body and pulling. Pulling it out, rushing it into his ears, flooding the ear drums. Of course, she didn't know she was flooding his ear drums; sometimes these things work on their own. She's just the catalyst.

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grizzled
2008-07-09 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Barr turns to look through the archway, and again, he sees tales like himself. Those he wants to fear him. He sees Cal, and he especially wants Cal to suffer--because Cate, in turn, will fear. Without thinking very much about his partner sitting so near (in fact, he only opens his eyes wide, wide and wider, and grins, as if at a childhood playmate), he fires again. His aim goes astray, and he drops the gun.

[ Note: People who are near enough Barr to affect him. (Livia. Tony.) ]

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sceleratus
2008-07-10 12:14 am UTC (link)

Livia does not fear the gun. Remove her slinky dresses, and a small puckering scar rests squarely under her right breast: it would not be the first time she's been in this situation, and surprisingly enough, not the first time she's been in this situation as a wolf. The shot goes off and she's on her feet, a growl starting in the back of her throat. People are moving in her black-and-white canine vision, the large white man snapping up the skinny, skitterish girl in front of him, the boy and his dirty sister behind her falling to the ground. She loses sight of Davis, and that niggling possessiveness makes her turn. Barr--if indeed the gunman is Barr; she has never seen him, but he does not reek of the fear the rest of the room is giving off in waves--aims and misses, and she smells the blood in the air.

Ah, yes. Time to go to work.

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theugliest
2008-07-10 01:07 am UTC (link)

Livia, sex bot Livia, moved in front of him and Tony dodged to the left, hand sliding down the counter. Fingers grasped a bread knife, tightening over the hilt as the chaos went down in the room. Eli was shot, Barr was still standing, Ella was down, the Horrors were... he wasn't quite sure what they were doing. But he knew what he was doing, and faster than the link of an eye, the knife flew from his fingers towards Barr.

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gargoyled
2008-07-10 12:47 am UTC (link)

Mason saw the mouthy kid go down and growled. She recognized blood anywhere and she could see it staining the cheap carpet. Despite the screaming in her flesh, all common sense that was battling in her head and the deafening shrieks from the girl she could only assume to be his sister, she shoved herself off and away from the wall ignoring the frustrating sensations coursing through her body. She didn't care. If the kid was wounded he needed help. She didn't see where he was shot but blood was blood.

She moved forward to get to him.

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charcoal_crow
2008-07-10 01:19 am UTC (link)

There were gunshots and screaming, the countermanding voices of Cal snapping and Davis bellowing, the chorus of chairs scraping the floor then crashing over. Back behind the small wall, in the comfortable corner of the living room in Barr's blind spot, there were different sounds. Soft rustles. A deadly metallic little snip.

Jared wasn't just human anymore. He snapped his head up from his crouch, taking a quick look at Stoughton to confirm he was in place. Ellen went down, controlled. Cal stayed up. Jared's reflexive crouch expanded and so did a huge black wing. It swept out and the thick, suppressive weight of it caught Mason directly in the face and shoved her back into the wall with a surprising amount of power.

You don't run toward the gunfire.

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	- 4 - grizzled 2008-07-09 11:25 pm UTC (link)
	There are three people down with gunshot wounds: one outside the door, one under the kitchen table, and one still tied to the chair fallen on to its side. [ Note: People who go to help--or finish off--those down. (Esme, Mason, Ella. Deric.) ] (Reply to this) (Thread)

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gargoyled
2008-07-10 01:53 am UTC (link)

Jared's wing lifted...

...and as soon as Mason saw Barr go down in bloody, artery punctured glory she bolted over to where Eli had fallen and actually landed on her knees with a thud. "Where---arm, okay kid. I need you to sit up." He was two years younger so he got the kid label for now. Mostly because she couldn't remember his name, sorry Eli. "You can move right? I need to see how bad this is." Hey, Mason had experience. Trust her.

Ella was at her brothers side instantly with tears streaming down her face. She was grasping his good hand with both of hers and kissed his knuckles. "You stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did you do that?" She was barely understandable through the blubbering.

Esme ran from her corner of the room to the outside door where Theo was laying in a pool of blood, "I need help out here!" Her voice calling from where she crouched in the ground, her fingers searching for a pulse.

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hansel
2008-07-10 01:24 pm UTC (link)

"Ella. Jesus. Stop crying, I'm all right."

Actually, he wasn't completely all right, but given the fate of other people in the room, Eli was actually doing quite well. His arm was in so much pain he could barely think of anything else, though in the end, his arteries were still in tact and that was good enough for him. Now if he could just get his sister to calm down, everything would be --

"Who the hell are you?" he asked the girl who had (at least in his humble opinion) given the stupid suggestion of a group photo. And why the hell should he trust her? Did she have a medical degree? EMT license? YMCA First Aid certification? More common sense than she had shown?