Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-11-30 01:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent, heather lisinski, narrative!, open!, robin hood |
Who: Heather, Narrative? or Open!
Where: The streets and alleys of New York around the Rockefeller Center.
When: After this
What: Never to one to run away from the danger, she ran headlong toward it.
Rating: Midrange because of language used.
Status: TBD
(Because I'm a dork and I pictured this at 3:32 for the cut text. xD)
Heather had felt a little bad for ambushing McGee for his SIG again, but now she was glad for it. She yanked it from the back of her pants. He couldn't have gone far, there's no way Robin would have went that far. Right?
Thumbing back the safety she moved across the street. Her back against the building she moved quickly down the street. That last little bit hadn't sounded good. Either Robin was hurt or whoever, or whatever, had attacked him was.
She muttered a hundred little prayers as she made her way to the first alleyway. Blowing out a breath she rounded the alleyway, like she'd seen Tony and McGee do a couple dozen times. The gun pointed down along the shadows. Seeing nothing she moved on. She followed the procedure down two blocks, from where they were supposed to meet, before she came across anything.
She almost missed it, but when a glint of light hit the blade she knew instantly what it was. It stole her breath. Pulling the safety back she tucked the gun at the small of her back once more. Moving slowly, hoping she'd wake up from this horrible nightmare at any moment. Her tongue swiped at her lips more than once, before she came to the blade. With a shaking hand she carefully knelt down to the sword, her fingers closed around the hilt and slowly she lifted it.
By the time she stood with something she knew wouldn't have left Robin's side unless he was hurt... Or worse, she was nearly hyperventilating. It wasn't until she was fully upright that she noticed something else shiny... And red.
Closing her eyes she felt tears trail down her cheeks. She couldn't think the worst, not yet. She dashed her free hand over her cheeks, pushing away the tears fiercely. Panicking wasn't going to get her anywhere either. She had to think. She worked her best in a crisis situation.
To be sure it was blood, and she wasn't freaking out over something like catsup. She knelt down again, very gently she touched her finger to the wettest part, when she pulled it away she closed her eyes as she turned her finger up so that she could see what she had pulled away.
After a calming breath or two she glanced down at the pad of her forefinger. A shuttered sob escaped. There was no way for her to know if it was Robin's... But it was too coincidental that his sword lay here, with a puddle of blood, and he was no were to be seen.
Dropping the blade to the ground with a loud clang she was about to do something really stupid.
"ROBIN!" She screamed down the street. "This had better not be a stupid prank. I'll strangle you if it's a stupid prank..." Taking deep breath she called out as loud as she could, her voice echoing off the buildings around her. "ROBIN!"
The good side to being in a city this big, with no one in it, was that as her voice echoed away, she was able to listen, and actually hear... Nothingness. She held her breath waiting to hear some sign. Something... Anything. She had nothing to go by. Nothing to give her direction as to which way he had gone.
Feeling utterly and completely helpless she sank down to sit on the sidewalk. "Give yourself five minutes, let the fear, wash completely wash over you. But only for five minutes." She whispered the advice she'd been given so many months ago, before she glanced at the clock on her phone and covered her face and just let the fear for her best friend wash over her.
She sobbed hard, and quaked, for that entire five minutes. But as soon as it was over. She wiped her hands on her pants. Dried her eyes, and blew her nose on a handy tissue that had been stuffed in her pocket. Her five minutes was up, she couldn't panic anymore, she couldn't be afraid anymore. But she wasn't willing to leave this spot. Not until someone who had tracking experience in a city found her. If it had been Jericho, or New Bern... or even the fields and woods in between she would have been able to hunt him down herself... But this wasn't it was the concrete jungle of New York City.
Pulling out her phone she flipped down the keyboard and began to type out a message to anyone and everyone who would see it.