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falling soft between the sheets : vespa : (vouloir) wrote in thebreed,
@ 2009-08-14 13:07:00

calm like a bomb,
No matter how much security was implemented in the place like Velvet, there were always going to be holes in the grid. It was a busy club, people came and went, crowds shifted and moved like tides and bombs were smuggled in discreetly, maybe in parts, no one would ever really know. Vespa certainly didn’t. When the explosion ripped its way through the crowd she had been near the stage, as old theatres went the one she had bought and adapted was fairly sturdy, it had to be for its capacity, and especially with the amount of therianthropes that frequented the club. Everything shuddered, she felt the first tremors as if they were trying to warn her and her reflexes snapped to attention. Lacey had been right beside her when the ceiling groaned and one of the huge supporting beams broke free from the plaster and bolts meant to hold it in place. In a swirl of blonde hair and long, ivory limbs, Vespa gave the younger tigress and almighty shove to get her out of the way of the collapsing innards of the club. For a split second seeing that the redhead was free and clear overrode anything else, but a moment later there was a huge weight pressing into her back and the floor was rushing up to meet her.

Breathing was difficult, the beam had her trapped easily, she couldn’t shift it and all around she heard the panicked shrieks of patrons attempting to flee the building. Obscurely, she could only think that she ought to be trying to keep everyone clam, but all she could really do was wheeze roughly and try to stave off unconsciousness which seemed to be attempting to close in on her from all sides. Get everyone out, was what she wanted to say, to anyone who was nearby, but all that came out was a harsh cough, blood dappling her lips.

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littlecopycat
2009-08-14 03:10 pm UTC (link)

What she had been doing before the explosion hit fled Lacey's brain the second the bomb went off. Everything was thrown immediately into chaos, people started screaming, tables and chairs toppled, people fell as the ground beneath their feet quaked and then she was being shoved. She hit the ground and instinct kicked in, tucking her into a tight, controlled roll that betrayed her feline nature, leaving her in a balled crouch with wide eyes and dyed hair cast across her face. For several long seconds, she couldn't breathe, couldn't hear or concentrate. Her brain was completely clouded over by confusion and fear. That only got worse as her eyes focused and she saw Vespa not far away, trapped beneath a beam that would have hit her. Vespa had taken the blow in her place.

"Vespa!" Scrambling forward, Lacey hovered, unsure of what to do. Tears were quick to cloud her vision and in trying to blink them back, she only encouraged them to free themselves and run down her cheeks. Vespa had to be all right. She had to be. She was more than a boss to Lacey, so much more than anyone could even begin to understand, and if anything happened to her--

Lacey couldn't finish the thought. Sense kicked in just as instinct had a short time ago and she bent down low to see that Vespa was still conscious, if only barely, and she quickly realised that keeping her awake was a good idea. "You're all right, you're going to be all right, you have to be, you'll be fine. Don't move, I'll get help." It all came out in a jumbled rush, voice trembling, and the redhead lifted her head and looked around, trying to find one single familiar face in the panicked rush of movement. "Travis! Travis!" Lacey couldn't even try to hide the pleading tone as she shouted across the club for the male tiger.

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guarded
2009-08-16 05:15 am UTC (link)

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Travis had known something was wrong. Something about the energy of the crowd was off tonight; there was a little too much tension, a little too much apprehensive impatience, as if somebody out there was waiting for something he didn't know about yet. He couldn't have put that sense into words, couldn't have made it make sense to anyone outside of his line of work, but Travis had been in security long enough to have a bit of a sixth sense about that kind of thing, and when he heard that first explosive crack the first thought to go through his mind was, of course. That was what this whole night had been building up to, that was what that energy was leading toward, that was what he hadn't figured out quickly enough to prevent disaster. And then the shockwave hit him, throwing him back into the wall hard enough to crack the wood before he even had time to turn toward the source of the sound, and for a few seconds everything just went dark.

A moment later he was pushing himself back up off the ground, wiping the blood from his eyes and fighting back the waves of dizziness, because that was his job - Travis didn't get to lie back and wait for someone else to come to his aid, even if that was what his body wanted to do. Not until the building was evacuated, until the paramedics had arrived to care for the injured, and not until he'd personally made sure that Vespa and the rest of the staff were either unhurt or in good hands. Fumbling his earpiece back into his ear, taking a second to assess the chatter over the air from the rest of the security team as they raced to get ahead of the building panic, he started giving orders, making sure everything that needed to get done got done and nothing got lost in the chaos. One guard had already called 911, the paramedics were on their way. They would keep everyone from stampeding if they could, keep the danger and the damage from worsening as they got everyone outside. Some of the staff were already accounted for, and the security team knew who they still needed to check up on. That left Travis free, as they all knew and understood he needed to be, to follow the sound of Lacey's voice and find Vespa.

Lacey and her brilliant hair were easy to find in the chaos. He just didn't let himself panic at the sight of Vespa trapped and bleeding, just as he wouldn't let himself stumble, or let himself fall; he'd spent a lot of his life training himself to be stronger than his emotions and stronger than his body, and now he had that to call on. Still, the image was probably going to turn up in his nightmares for a decade to come. Locking eyes with Lacey for a moment, he dropped to a crouch beside Vespa and gently touched a hand to her shoulder. "I'm here, V. Just hold on." Then his eyes were on Lacey again, his voice as calm and controlled as he could keep it right now. "Lace, are you all right? Can you help me lift this off her?" He couldn't tell by looking if they'd be strong enough together to move the beam, but if the two of them couldn't do it, the arriving human paramedics sure as hell wouldn't be able to. Waiting on the Jaws of Life when there might be a second bomb in the building didn't seem like the best idea.

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