Entry tags:

anna, bart allen/impulse, buffy summers, damien thorn, hermione granger, jaina solo, james sirius potter, john jones, lois lane, paige matthews, ron weasley, rose weasley, ruby, sam winchester, spike, virgil hawkins/static

WHO: All characters involved with the former thread!
WHAT: Demons attack!
WHEN: Evening; after the demons show up here.
WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas.
RATING: Definite violence. Language is also a given.
NOTES: Part two of the plot! All efforts at fending the demons off will go here. Each team should post in a subthread with a limit of SEVEN demons to take care of distributed between each group so that, eventually, there will be an end to the attack! Your characters can trap them, drive them off, and/or if they have the appropriate materials and company, even exorcise them. Have at it!

"Close off the lobby! Now!"

The bodies of the three exorcised demons lay scattered across the front entrance. Nodding off to the boy that Sam thought to be Ron Weasley, Sam motioned for him to find some way to drag the bodies out of the way so that they could appropriately set up protections for what was bound to come at them. The demons had said it themselves: they were trapped. They had nowhere to run. They were coming.

With limited supplies on hand, it was painfully obvious that they couldn't secure the whole building down. There wasn't enough time. However, if they rationed out their portions carefully, there would be more than enough rock salt to block off the beginnings of the building. They'd just have to trap themselves into the front while they worked on appropriate ways to dispose of the demons headed their way. Scattering the supplies out with rushed orders based on what to do with what and where to put it, everyone began to set to work in a panic stricken frenzy. Some seemed confused. Others? Determined. And Sam had no doubt that every person there, including himself, happened to be scared.

But that was war. And right now? They were in the middle of what Sam believed to be the beginning of many of the battles that were to come.

The jeers and howls quickly came from the exterior of the building. The demons were standing outside. Taunting. Waiting. Banging on doors and windows, desperate and eager to get in all at once. The scene was a familiar one. They were trapped, they had no supplies save for what they had been able to grab from the Impala, and they were outnumbered.

Acting quickly seemed like it was going to play key to their survival. With a bag of salt in hand, Sam dashed up to the front entrance and began to throw it down at the doors. He had nearly gotten all the way across before the door that he had been working at burst open and the salt that he'd been working at throwing down was flung from his hands. A man with black eyes immediately charged his way into the room, looking absolutely gleeful that he had beat Sam out to sealing him and his buddies from the building. Others were quick to break their way inside, soon leaving everyone within the building with no choice but to up and defend themselves.