Who: Darius Summers, Alex and Lorna Summers, Cable and Domino What: Sinister's last line for Act One Where: Their respective homes When: Tomorrow morning Warnings: Cursing, nudity, explosions, one narrative, two logs
Darius had been craving a chai all day. The girl in the room next to his had one when they'd flirted, said good morning, and he'd spent the day wondering what it would have tasted like if he hadn't been such a loser and kissed her.
Finally it was too much to ignore, and he slipped out the back door, making sure no one saw him leave. He'd just run over to the coffee shop across the street, get a chai, and come back.
He was on his was back, taking his first sip when the explosion happened. He didn't even think to shield his face, and that was the only reason he saw what was happening. Someone was running in the wrong direction through the streets from behind the building, where there hadn't been any doors. Without even thinking, Darius dropped his drink and chased after the man, business shoes sliding on the pavement as he tore after the person he'd seen.
Maybe they knew something, maybe they didn't, but he wouldn't know until he caught them.
Or until they turned and shot at him. That was the last straw. Darius hated being shot at. He slowed, and pulled out the gun Cable had given him, taking careful aim. He caught the man once in the leg, and again in the arm, so at the very most the man could only limp and shoot with his off hand.