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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Dec 1, 2009 6:18:13 GMT -8
"Out of the way!' James yelled as he made his way through a crowd near the metro.
The reason why James was in such a hurry was because he was chased by a group of Skin-head Arab haters. He had dealt with them before but now there were five of them, and he didn't have anyone with him as before.
James hoped to loose them in the subway, the security will help with it, he didn't like the odds of taking four guys on his own. That is, if he made it. James pushed and shoved his way to get to the metro, but behind him he could still hear"get back Alqueda!" and "Get that Arab" James was starting to rethink the whole subway thing. What if the security thought he was actually from a terrorist cell, that would be worse than facing those thugs.
He got into the subway and started running avoiding both the thugs and the security, the chase was starting to attract some attention. James knew that sooner or later he will be caught, but he had no option but to run for now.
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Post by Farren on Dec 1, 2009 8:57:43 GMT -8
"Al-Queda...?" I said to myself, thinking at the same time, In California? That was unlikely, at least at this time of year. You'd think they'd hit during the summer months, bigger crowds and all that. Standing on the subway platform, I turned my head casually toward the screams and commotion rapidly heading my way. It was pretty easy to pick out who the fox was, since he had four bald men and two security guards on his tail. Well, unfortunately for the young guy, he did kind of look like a terrorist. The mad parade came ever closer to me and I shook my head, muttering "Why do you always get involved in these things Farren...?"
Then the Arab looking man was right next to me and I reached out a powerful right arm, looking to hook him and hold him as he tried to run past. As I did I yelled out "Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on there, let's figure this shit out!" The security guards didn't look pleased, the skinheads looked demented. This was going to take some very careful fists to the face diplomacy.
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Dec 1, 2009 21:20:41 GMT -8
"I can do this, I can do this." James thought, he had a shot at making it to the exit there he would be able to lose both the security and the skin heads. Suddenly though a strong right arm caught him off guard and his mad dash was stopped.
"Ugh, come on!" James said, clearly annoyed at this intervention. The security and the skinheads caught up to them and running right now would be just pointless.
"I dunno about the security, but those dudes, don't work things out by talking." James said motioning at the skinheads, he hoped this guy whoever he is would help him out, if not then he would should at least give him an opening from him to run again.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 1, 2009 22:20:45 GMT -8
"Then. End. Their. Existance." A voice from the crowd would call out. Structured, little emotion, but clearly audiable. Undoubtedly such action in the subway would cause a crowd to gather and within it the Ghoul resided. His hood up to conceal the truth of his existance, he was just behind the first row of people. He would not step out yet, but this was certainly interesting enough to warrant sticking around for the moment.
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Post by Farren on Dec 2, 2009 13:10:42 GMT -8
"Existence ending is a tall order strange voice. And you, Alladin, chill. Let me work a 'lil here."
Everyone was getting uptight and antsy and that always led to bad stuff. The guards and skinheads had caught up and the Arab on my arm wasn't going anywhere, at least not yet. One of the skins, the biggest one with an Iron Cross tattooed on his neck, stepped forward and said bluntly, "This is a matter of national security, don't interfere."
I stared blankly for a moment and replied "National security? For who, the Aryan Brotherhood? you don't exactly look like an US agent and neither do your friends." By now the two security guards had pushed their way through and were attempting to separate me from the Arab, declaring "Whatever is going on WE'LL handle it. We need to hold and interrogate him as part of National Security policies."
Now I was getting angry. "Look man, he's just a kid with a tan, he's no Bin Laden. Just talk with him here and settle things, there's no need for the big show." One of the other skinheads stepped forward and shoved a fat finger into my shoulder, saying loudly, "What are you boy, a sympathizer or something? I oughta break your skull!" My eyes narrowed and I said "Just try it fatty, we'll see if that finger ever pokes me again." All four guys crowded forward, getting far too close for comfort. The guards had succeeded in separating me from the Arab and were attempting to detain him.
All hell was about to break loose...
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Dec 4, 2009 7:06:51 GMT -8
James was surprised by the voice but killing these people is exactly what they needed to label him as a terrorist. Then the Arab heard something, the word "interrogate" sparked a fuse inside him, god damn he was not going to get detained because of some skinhead fuckers!
"OH HELL NO!" James yelled kicking off one of the security guards, giving him an opening to start running again. Back to plan A.
James would run past the man, the skin heads were quick to follow, the security reported what just happened and resumed the chase. As he ran more security men intercepted him, James would give them a hard shoulder knocking them down or find a a way to run past them. The exit wasn't too far now.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 4, 2009 14:35:25 GMT -8
Arthur would watch as the person pushed past him, waiting for the last of the security guards to pass by. His hand would reach out to briefly touch the back of the guys neck, emitting discharge for a moment. The electrical surge on the spinal column, whilst doing no permament damage would've disrupted the guards control over his body and he fell to the ground. Arthur then began to follow after the running kid at a brisk walk.
"Did. You. Not. Know. That. When. The. Dead. Tell. You. To. Kill. It. Is. The. Will. Of. The. Reapers.?" Arthur called in his monotonus voice, pulling his hood down to reveal his maggot covered face. Skin burnt to a crisp, no lips, ears or nose. He would continue approaching, using the same discharge trick on any guard that approached and tried to stop him.
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Post by Farren on Dec 5, 2009 19:52:24 GMT -8
Gee thanks guys, leave me with the Neo-Nazis. Why do I always have to work crowd control? It was a bad habit I had, detailing my own monologue in my head as I was acting. The Arab bolted and the guards took off in pursuit. I thought I could hear someone talking in a weird, halting manner but my attention was too focused on the task(s) at hand. Because Adolf and crew were silently debating which needed their attention, me or the kid, their eyes darting back and forth. Finally the head, uh, head declared
"Jim, Rosco, handle this faggot! Me and Roger are going after the towel head!" Jim and Rosco nodded and the other two took off running before I could react. The two left behind started stalking forward, there eyes filled with happy hatred and grins upon their lips. I held out my open hands and said, "Hey, fellas, let's think all right? I ain't your prob-LEM!" I yelled the last syllable as Jim swung a meaty fist towards my head. I leaned back and dodged the hook, feeling the knuckles brush my nose. Rosco tried to slip around behind me but I had moved too quick.
As Rosco dashed to my side I stuck my foot out and tripped him, sending him tumbling over the edge of the subway platform and onto the tracks. Jim hesitated before throwing a follow-up punch and I took the opportunity. Just as he threw I ducked under his arm and grabbed his throat in left hand and the front of his belt with my right. I grunted and twisted, heaving him off the platform and right onto Rosco below. The two collided hard and hit the ground. They weren't done but they'd be picking themselves and loopy for the next minute.
With them out of the way I ran after the rest of the baldies and the circus. As I ran I inadvertantly screamed "WHOA! WHO'S THE BURNT STEAK?!" as the guy with the messed up head removed his hood. Seriously, that was just gross...
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Dec 8, 2009 0:12:40 GMT -8
James was sort of grossed out with the guys disfigured face, what on earth could cause that? Though that neat electric trick could come in handy during his escape.
"Listen man, I don't care about the reapers will. But you keep knocking out those guards while we make a run for it, heck I have a feeling we're gonna need that." James said as he ran.
James turned to the other guy who had yelled something about a burnt steak, it was the same guy that tried to stop him earlier. He seemed to handling the Nazi's pretty well.
"What happened to 'figuring this out' eh?" James said with a smirk.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 8, 2009 0:27:51 GMT -8
"The. Reaper. Calls. For. Their. Blood. Their. Fall. Is. Pre. Ordained." Arthur continued, reaching the next few guards and delivering the same electrical shock he had to the first one. One who had been pursecuted, simply for being different. Yes. He could be of use. Arthur would keep running, any pursuers within arms reach would find themselves under the electrical version of a Vulcan Nerve Pinch as he followed the middle eastern teen.
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Post by Farren on Dec 9, 2009 14:20:50 GMT -8
"Peace talks broke down. I'm playing Winston Churchill now." You know, the British WWII guy who said 'We shall fight them in the air, we shall fight them on the beaches.' That guy, the one who fought Nazis. I figured it was a fitting comparison. As I ran after the circus I caught up quickly with Roger, although the bald leader was too far ahead to catch before he met up with the other two. Roger must have sensed I was closing in because he suddenly stopped, spun on his heel, and threw a massive right leg around, trying to connect with my chest.
I threw my arms up and barely blocked the blow, getting tossed a few inches to the side by the force. I shook out my tingling arms and said 'Damn Roger, you pack a wallop." "More than enough to fuck you up, fagot." he replied. Wow, fagot again, they had a very diverse vocabulary. Squaring off with the big man, we traded punches and jukes for a few moments. I was holding back, hoping I wouldn't have to hurt him too bad, but I suddenly realized the two from before were getting back to their feet. I couldn't play around anymore.
I dashed in and threw a left jab, forcing him to cover up his head. But the jab was merely a lure and I quickly grabbed him around the torso in a tight bear hug. In the same movement I lifted him up and leaned back, tossing him over my head in a German suplex. He landed with a satisfying crack on his neck and shoulders and went limp. Tough shots but a glass jaw.
Then I kept running. The exit to the subway was fast approaching and the numbers were thinning. We might just make it out yet.
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