|Armand St. Just, friend of the Scarlet Pimpernel (iwanttohelp) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-10-09 15:44:00
|Entry tags:||armand st.just|
WHO: Armand, NPCs (Open if someone wants to tag in)
WHAT: He helps. It's what he does.
WHEN: Right around the explosion
WHERE: Neighboring building to the complex
STATUS: Complete, unless someone jumps in.
He hadn't planned on going back to the complex for quite some time. It must have been fate that he was even in the area. But he had left some things in his apartment that he wanted in his room at the inn, and he had decided it was worth the pain to go back and get them. He had been about a block away when the ground rumbled and he could hear a loud boom and glass shattering. It was coming from the direction of the complex, and the minute he got his bearings he sprinted towards it.
The building was on fire. This was not good; this was the absolute worst thing that could have happened to them. He started to make his way to the complex but he saw there were others outside who were injured. There was one man with cuts and burns sprawled on the street. He must have been close to the doors when the explosion occurred. But people were attending to him, so he let it go right now. He needed to get inside and see if he could help.
"Help!" he heard someone shout from the building next door. Armand turned and looked. It appeared as though the neighboring building was damaged and people were trapped in there as well. He wavered for a moment. The fire was too hot to go into the complex, but he could help the people next to his former home. If he could help anyone today, that would be enough.
He ran over to the man who was calling for help. "What can I do?" he asked.
"There's damage inside, and people trapped on the second floor," the man said, looking slightly dazed. "I don't know if there's a fire, but one of the women up there is pregnant."
Armand nodded. "Call the firefighters and the paramedics. I will go in and see if I can help." He moved past the man and made his way into the building. He was not a strong man, not by any means, but he would do his best to help get those people out. There was damage, but it seemed as though there was no fire. At least, it seemed that way until he got closer to the stairwell. He took his scarf and wrapped it around his nose, making his way up the stairs. He was going to help as many get to safety as he could. After all, it was the least he could do.