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Tweak says, "kthnxbai"

Kylie Allison Murphy (kylson) wrote in shitgoesdown,
@ 2010-07-25 18:03:00

The glass in the empty building blew in as the windows broke, raining down shards onto the petite brunette teen huddled down with her hands over her ears. She looked pained, as though whatever noise had shattered the windows could be heard by her as well. Normal humans heard nothing, but when you had a single special trait it caused ear-bleeding pain. The source, a small hovercam just outside one of the windows, was flitting around the building as though trying to relocate its target. Kylie crawled out of its sight behind a large pillar, and took the small moment of safety as a chance to wipe the trickle of blood from her ear.

In Kylie's mind the little adventure had been a necessary evil for the good of Broken City. The hovercam in question had been getting far too close to B.C., and panicked talk about it getting into their safe haven had already begun. With the electricity coarsing through her body she had been sure she could take it out without having any problems, but she hadn't counted on being incapacitated by the equivalent of a dog whistle. She was just then finally able to tap into the electrical workings of the thinmg to shut its hollering up for a while, but she couldn't do more than that. Hivercams were highly complicated, and this one was no exception.

Worse, it had now identified her as an enemy and was blaring its alarms. Op X would be swarming the building in a good ten minutes, and she wasn't any closer to running from the thing than before. She gazed around quickly for an exit before diving under a broken table as it opened fire, bullets ricocheting off of concrete.

"Shit shit shit shit shit!"

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parkintosh
2010-08-01 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Looking at Parker, you'd never picture him the sort to be caught up in a constant stream of dangerous scenarios. He was more of a Michael Cera than a Bruce Willis. The nerd with a fake lightsaber, not the badass mofo with a machine gun.

With Kylie Murphy in his life, however, Parker couldn't seem to escape a daily panic attack. This day was no different than many of the others; just, perhaps, a tad more dangerous. Just a tad.

Any idea concerning hovercams was always a bad one, Parker knew this. But talking Kylie out of something was like trying to talk a fish out of its fishbowl: it didn't work. You had to use force, and Parker wasn't exactly a bodybuilder, nor did he have it in him to force Kylie to do anything. That was what led him to this predicament: his inability to say "no". That's why they were stuck in a building, listening to the ear splitting whistle.

But Kylie managed to shut the damned thing up, and Parker thought they had an out! All he had to do was grab Kylie and take off running. And that's when the bullets started raining down. "Dammit!" He hid behind something he hoped was bullet proof. How the hell were they going to get out of here now? "KY! Did it hit you?" he shouted over all the noise.

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kylson
2010-08-02 12:24 am UTC (link)

Right. So this hadn't gone exactly as she had planned. No biggie. All the great superheroes you read about in comics had to improv 99% of their crimefighting careers, and it wasn't as though she and Parker didn't have powers. They just needed an opening to use them in a manner that would be productive and not...blow the place up. Well, at least, she did. Parker's speed wasn't likely to trigger a fire, but electricity was a leading cause in house fires, so she needed to use some discretion before she went about playing Zeus in a closed building. A closed building with a lot of metal around no less.

The bullets would have to end eventually. Hovercam or not, the thing didn't have an endless supply of rounds, which meant it would eventually run dry. Whether it had other weapons to pull out of its back pocket was something else entirely, but Kylie could hope that that would be reserved until after they have an opening to get the hell out of dodge. The other issue, and one she didn't want to dwell on, was the fact that Op X had obviously been alerted. Their chance of making an escape was dwindling.

"No! I'm good!" She yelled back. The bullets stopped hitting her pillar, but she could still hear shots being made. She chanced a glance around her hole-ridden saving grace to look for Parker, and her heart sank. The robot was flying around behind him, and he hadn't noticed.

With a deep breath and a hell of a lot of recklessness behind her actions, Kylie dove into her best friend, forcing the two of them to barrel-roll over each other and into a pile of cardboard boxes that went raining down on them. For the second, they were safe. The hovercam was confused and trying to relocate them. It was breathing space.

"You okay?" She whispered, yanking a piece of glass out of her shoulder that had implanted during their little escapade. "I might still be able to get at it..."

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