Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-10-27 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | emily, npc, ricky |
Late evening, near La Fee Verte
Last time had been close. They had gotten a few blows themselves and had been almost caught on the Rutherford Campus - so this time Doug and Bob knew they had to be faster. No playing around, just hit and run. They had been looking for a good target all night but hadn't really seen anything low-risk. They were waiting in a narrow and dark alleyway that lead away from one of the main streets in the center of the City - someone was bound to walk past alone, but Doug was getting frustrated at the waiting. He glanced at his watch - it was already almost midnight.
Then they heard a door open nearby and close and two chattering people came out.
"In any case, I'll be here first thing in the morning to get the confit ready," a large man in every direction, Andrew Taylor, said as he pulled the back door of La Fee Verte closed behind him.
"Good, Mia will be here in the morning as well," Emily answered to her sous-chef. "Hopefully the delivery will be on time tomorrow otherwise she might have issues with the lunch desserts. We'll see how it goes."
"After the shouting you gave 'em last time I bet they'll be on time," Andrew reassured her. "Right, if I get home now I just might catch the wife before she goes to bed."
"Alright, see you tomorrow then," Emily said.
Doug glanced around the corner carefully not to show himself and saw the man walk in the opposite direction and get into a car. The woman, however, headed down the street towards him and Bob, so Doug nudged his friend with a sharp look in his eyes. This was it.
They let Emily walk past them on the street and stayed hidden in the alleyway until Andrew had driven away in his car and left the woman walking alone in her cream colored trench coat, carrying a scooter helmet and a small Chanel purse. Bob and Doug recognized the logo on the purse and glanced at each other - a big label usually meant big money which for them meant a good catch. Bob grinned at his friend and took the lead to follow the woman who had stopped at the small parking lot nearby. She was putting on the helmet and that over her ears she hardly heard the approaching footsteps.
Closing in on her Doug studied the surrounding area - the lights were off in most windows, he saw no other pedestrians and they were hidden by a couple of big vans on the parking lot from the passing traffic.
Emily got her Vespa key out of her pocket and lifted one leg over the scooter to sit down on it. Only when she was starting the engine she noticed two big men walking towards her. One had a baseball cap on, the other one had covered his head with a hood. Immediately Emily got a very bad feeling about them, being a lonely woman in the middle of the night in the City, and hurried to start the engine and back away from the parking spot.
"Get her!" Doug urged Bob who rushed towards her right away. Emily was too late - she wasn't able to speed off yet so Bob got a tight grip of her arm and pulled it violently away from the handle bar of the scooter. She screamed for help from the bottom of her lungs, but Doug came from the other side and ripped off the bag from her shoulder - and as he did, he twisted her arm back as he pulled the strap over it. Emily felt a blinding pain as she was caught between the two men and her shoulder seemed to snap out of its place. The sudden pain made her nearly black out and she went limp all over for a moment so that when Bob let go of her arm, she fell to the other side bringing the Vespa down with her.
Emily felt the falling as if in slow motion, knowing it was going to hurt even more but being unable to stop it or protect herself. The hurt shoulder was the first part to hit the ground and as the scooter crashed her leg underneath it, the side head hit the pavement as well but luckily she wore the helmet.
"I got it!" Doug announced victoriously, ignoring the whimpering woman on the ground.
"Good, let's go!" Bob said and stepped over the scooter's front wheel. He glanced down at Emily rolling of pain on the cold pavement, with her leg trapped underneath the scooter. To make sure she wouldn't look up, let alone get up and follow them, he leaned over to grab the strap of the helmet by her jaw, and slammed her cheek on pavement again.
"And stay down!" he said and gave her a final kick in the ribs.
"Bob, we gotta go!" Doug shouted at him. Bob looked up at his friend who was already half way to the other side of the parking lot and ran off after him.
Emily hardly noticed that the men were gone. The pain was overwhelming and she hoped she would just pass out so it would stop. Eventually, after she had managed to fill her lungs again properly after the stinging kick, she rolled on her back on the pavement whimpering and crying of pain and shock.
There were rapid footsteps coming closer. "Hey, what happened with your scooter?" a lazy voice said. "These damn things aren't proper motorbikes. Let me get the silly thing off you. Who were these guys?"
Emily struggled the scooter helmet off her head using the unhurt right arm while whimpering something unintelligable and sobbing. "Oh G-god, please, help me," was all she managed since she wasn't even able to get herself to sit up from the ground on her own because of the painful, twisted shoulder.
There were lots of blond, fluffy hair, and a faint smell of marihuana. Then, the scooter was put upright, and the guy was pulling her carefully upright. "Any problem with cops or ambulance?" he asked.
When she was sitting up, Emily looked around with her vision blurred by the tears in her eyes. "They, they took my bag... oh God, I had my, my, phone and, and wallet and everything..." she started to sound a little hysterical and she finally turned to Ricky. "D-do you have a cell phone?"
"Course I do?" Ricky said. "Do you want me to call 911?"
She looked down at herself, at her shaking hands, and held her hurt arm protectively against her chest. "I don't, um, y-yes, please," she stuttered and touched the scrapes on her cheek with the hand of the healthy arm. She twitched and looked at her fingertips that now had a little bit of blood on them.
Ricky took out his phone and called 911, answering their questions precisely and tersely, without any of the vagueness and dithering people usually expected of him. "They'll be here in five minutes latest," he said. "If the ambulance takes you to the hospital, do you want me to take the scooter anywhere? I've got a little bus, I can shove it in the back. If you want me to?"
Emily wiped tears from her eyes with a shivering hand and tried to focus on the Vespa. "I think the key is still in the ignition lock... but, you're a, a Manorite?" she said when she finally realized that the mop of hair looked familiar. "Ricky, right?"
"Oh yes," Ricky said, "and so are you! Emily! Do you want me to tell anybody in particular? Get your plants watered or something?"
"I just need to get to the hospital," she sniffed and very carefully touched her hurt elbow and then winced of the pain. "Oh my G-god, it's, it's all, out of place," she sobbed - it was scary to feel her own body suddenly be so wrong. The left shoulder looked different too compared to the right one, like the whole joint had turned upside down.
"They'll be here soon," Ricky said, "and then I take your scooter home. And I can tell somebody to go and see you, if you want me to. Whatever you need. I'm really good at running errands and taking messages. Use me!"
Emily whimpered looking at her disformed shoulder and barely understood what he was saying. "If you just take care of my Vespa, please, and, and I promise to pay you back, that's very very nice of you."
"Okay," Ricky said. "Oh, listen, I think I can hear the sirens!"
Emily wiped her eyes and nose again and looked to the direction of the sirens. Sure enough, a police car curved to the parking lot followed by an ambulance.
Roberts radioed that he was on scene and got out of his car, the paramedics not far behind. He stepped carefully, shining his light before walking just in case there was any evidence in the outer parameter.
"Officer Roberts, City PD. Are you two Ricky and Emily?" He asked as his light fell over two figures. He figured they were since they hadn't run off and both were on the ground.
"I'm Ricky," he said, getting up. "I called you -- these guys pulled the scooter down on her and took her things. I didn't properly see them, though."
"They t-took my bag, and, and I think I'm hurt, my shoulder," Emily sniffled on a weak voice. She started feeling how her cheek and leg were throbbing a little where the skin was broken.
Officer Roberts carried a notepad similar to Chad's, pocket sized. He clipped his light to his shoulder and started writing on the pages.
"Okay first things first, need both of your first and last names then address and phone for the statements."
Ricky quickly gave his details. "I didn't see much," he said, "but there were two guys. And then I found her under her scooter."
Emily gave her name and, as Ricky, said she lived in the Morningstar Manor, and stuttered her phone number. "It, it happened so fast, I couldn't do any, anything," she went on a little hysterically.
He jotted down the names and addresses, then the recalled details. "If they grabbed the scooter we might be able to get a print off it."
The fact that there were two guys confirmed by both the victim and the witness helped him have somewhat of a lead, though he couldn't be certain. He just had to stay objective and take down the details. "Thanks for calling this in Ricky." He said as the medics came in to assist Emily. "If there's anything either of you remember later, please call me." He said as he handed each person a business card with his number on it.
There was one more call to make, and hopefully Chad didn't grumble too much about being woken up.
Ricky took the card, and put it in his pocket; then he stood back for the medics. Emily was in good hands and she was examined and then taken away so quickly that the disoriented woman did not even have time to realize to say thanks to Ricky.