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.

[open to all :D]