What happened

"Vincent! Vin- stop! Bad boy!"

Nothing worked. The labrador seemed to have a mind of its own. Shannon couldn't keep up, but the leash was wrapped firmly around her wrist, and it wasn't going to come off in a hurry. It was useless trying to drag him back, too. Vincent was very strong. What does this dog eat, anyway?

She was too busy running to really notice what she was passing. Cars, for instance. And other people. Most of them avoided the girl with the dog, but inanimate objects can hardly jump out of the way.

"Shit!"

Shannon swerved to avoid a pole, only to bowl straight into someone who was innocently walking along the street.

There was a small snap! as Vincent's collar broke.

She watched him run off, and felt like crying. She didn't even think to apologise to the guy she ran into.

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The first thought Kyle had when he felt the earth shake was, 'Damn. There aren't any signs up about how to handle earthquakes. We never had earthquake drills'. Then he looked at his light board which had fallen off of his desk smashed to the floor, and thought, 'Fuck.'

Then he saw the smoke.

That was when he finally thought to stand up and look away from his desk. How were his coworkers handling the impromptu earthquake. Or whatever it was. They weren't handling it very well at all, actually. For all he could see, they were running through the resulting smoke like chickens with their heads cut off. Kyle couldn't really blame them; they probably weren't used to stuff like this. Hell, he wasn't even completely used to stuff like this.

The art department for The City's newspaper was on one of the lower floors, so when Kyle finally got his wits together and started yelling and ushering people out of the doors, he could at least have some comfort in knowing they all had a good chance of getting out safely. No one seemed to notice when he backed away from the stairwell and ran back into the main area of the floor where all the artists had their desks set up.

He moved slowly through the smoke, making sure no one else was trapped in the room and once he was relatively sure, he raised his hand. A green gas mask covered his face, and Kyle took a deep breath, hoping that he hadn't already inhaled too much smoke. Next he created a lantern, which shined brightly through the smoke, allowing him to move quickly to the large windows.

Where was the smoke coming from? Kyle wasn't immediately sure, but he was definitely leaning more towards an explosion now. He just didn't know from where. Looking out of the windows, he could see smoke pouring from some of the lowers floors as well, and a slightly grey tinge in the air above make him think that something had to going on on the higher floors as well. Across the street people were pouring out of another office building and onto the street, pointing up at both buildings. Grey smoke was pouring from their windows as well.

The building shook again, and this time Kyle could hear an explosion coming from upstairs. It was time to get out.

Kyle backed away from the window, back into the smoke where he was sure no one would be able to see him as a green glow engulfed his body. When it died down, he was suited up completely, mask included. He had to help somehow.

Though, as he started breaking through the window so that he could fly out, Kyle couldn't help but hope that some of the other heroes in this place had heard the explosions. Because he was pretty damn sure that alone he wasn't going to be much good.

OOC: Just a note, as stated before, everyone can participate in this, whether your character wants to be a bystander or wants to try to rescue people or even wants to try and make the situation worse. Any of those options is cool! NPCs may even come and interact with your characters.

Don't worry. Something will come of this. So yes. Post!

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The battle was long. Harry had been expecting the advantage, given that he'd been able to surprise
Peter, who had come home unsuspecting. He'd been certain it would be over soon. That he would have his
revenge and the peace that would come with it. All he could picture was his former best friend bruised and bleeding, dead on the hard wood floors. He hadn't concerned himself with worrying about explanations or alibis or any of the other legal jargon. Osborns rarely needed to worry about legal trouble, after all.

And beyond that, nothing mattered. He didn't have the concentration to focus beyond what was right within
his reach.

As he fought, he was aware on some level that he was sustaining injuries, that Peter was better than
expected. He would hurt later. The adrenaline was too thick to feel anything now.

And then, as he moved in to deliver a fatal blow, he heard a resounding 'thud' as something connected with the back of his head, white lights bursting before his eyes before everything faded to black.

"Peter Parker is Spiderman," he murmured to himself as his surroundings came into focus. "I am the Green
Goblin and Peter Parker is Spiderman and Spiderman WILL pay!" he shouted, sitting up and taking in his surroundings, his mind trying to orient itself to just where he was. Not the apartment. Not anywhere near
Peter, from what he could tell. Wildeyed, his gaze shifted around suspiciously, searching for any signs of the bastard, who was no doubt hiding like the coward that he was.

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