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| Tyler Rubin | Jun 15 2009, 04:07 AM Post #101 |
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When Ryder went down, and Juls continued to kick him, Tyler leaned over him, waiting for her to stop for a second. He then picked up the sad-excuse-of-a-man by bunching the front of his shirt together and gripping it enough to lift him up. He kept the notebook on the floor beside his foot--he could pick that up later--and in the other hand he held the neat little glass vase. "Well make it easy, Ryder. " His voice was really nothing more than a deep, ugly growl and his hardened expression was one of cold, calculation. Ryder was Murphy's trigger finger? You put a brace on the trigger, and no shot is fired. Think of it as a safety. |
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| Gryphin Hawks | Jun 15 2009, 04:10 AM Post #102 |
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"You weren't even supposed to be here," Phin told Amaris. In truth he had been told who they all picked and she wasn't one of them. Whoever had changed the lists he didn't know. It angered him but he loyalty to the group and to who he was in general. Amaris was....he didn't know what he could say. Gryphin walked over in one hurried motion he had the gun out of Murphy's hand and his own as he turned it on Amaris. |
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| Andy Grant | Jun 15 2009, 04:14 AM Post #103 |
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Andy reached over and gave Mark's hand a squeeze and shook her head before she moved behind Ama and tried shoving her aside. "I think you're being very stupid right now, auror." Andy hissed and her eyes went to Gryphin's. "Who do you want to sacrifice themselves? And why were we picked?" She asked him sweetly, still trying to move Ama away.
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| Ryder Davis | Jun 15 2009, 04:17 AM Post #104 |
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Ryder didn't say anything though he was getting increasingly frustrated with being pushed around. And Juls kicking him? Honestly made him more angry. He didn't even say anything, just looked at Tyler and tried to see what was going on out of the corner of his eye. Gryphin could do what he wanted. Ryder had no power over what he did but it didn't matter. If Phin could handle what he had done already this trip, he could handle that. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jun 15 2009, 04:21 AM Post #105 |
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It was the rush of anger, that scared her. The way she had felt his warm flesh beneath her fingers, and felt the want to break. Felt...fury. And right as Tyler took Ryder from her, she burst into tears. She wasn't an auror anymore. She had no ties, no need to arrest him for questioning and what not, and that had brought her to the edge even closer than it should have. What really brought her there was that the man who was supposed to love one of the victimized girls was behind it all. He indirectly hurt her, and he didn't even care. He married her for 'convenience'. And how was Ella going to take that? Not only did she have to heal physically, now, there was mental and emotional baggage to go along. And how would the sisters feel, knowing their brother was up here as the last victim, by people they had trusted? The worst part was, they probably knew. That's why Jordan had constantly said she was sorry. Another thing just came up to her mind though and she sunk against the wall, her voice amused - yeah, she'd lost it - as she told everyone, "No one's still steering this boat." |
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| Amaris Tudor | Jun 15 2009, 04:26 AM Post #106 |
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"Then correct the mistake" she told him looking firmly into his eyes. She took in a deep breath and swallowed; somewhere inside her subconscious mind she knew he was going to, she just wished he hadn't been so slow about it, wished she didn't have to resort to hitting below the belt. Amaris didn't fear pain, she didn't even fear death for that matter. For some, death was a type of liberation. She feared a cage, and that's exactly what she was in right now. A physical and emotional cage; and she was tired of it. "Well there is some bite to the bark then." she commented briefly, still looking straight ahead at him. To Andy she just turned and hissed at her, "What does it matter anymore, point is we're all here now.Do you want to get off of this ship or not?" she resisted against her attempts, oh no. She wasn't moving from this spot. No, Amaris hadn't slept in over three days and yes the last food she ate was maggots and she was currently wearing a blood stained dress that was full of rips and tears, but she was standing straight, no slouching or slumping. She was looking death in the face, quite literally actually, and that was fine by her. Edited by Amaris Tudor, Jun 15 2009, 04:29 AM.
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| Gryphin Hawks | Jun 15 2009, 04:40 AM Post #107 |
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Gryphin honestly was torn between what to do. He had options obviously and one being he could have put the gun down. It could be over that way instead, but that wasn't the plan. Everything had gone as it should have and to let one thing slip through the cracks because he had an emotional tie? He thought to say something but he didn't. Amaris had volunteered and had the gun been in Murphy's hand she would have had the order and shot her on the spot. Wasn't that it then? He didn't even think anymore; he just pulled the trigger. |
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| Mark Harris | Jun 15 2009, 04:44 AM Post #108 |
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Mark figured there was really nothing he could contribute, so he just observed, taking slight comfort in Andy's reassuring gesture plus the fact that there were a few people who seemed to perhaps maybe have things under control. If they even had any control left themselves. Mark wanted to know how to signal for help. There had to be some sort of radio. All ships were equipped with one. And judging by the fact the he recognized nearly all of the names of the group behind this as pureblood names, he thought there was a chance that their wards may not have accounted for Muggle technology like radios. What, exactly, they would say to the Coast Guard if they got through, he wasn't sure. But anything had to be better than this, right? He slipped away from Andy, trying to see a way out of the room so he could go look for a radio. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jun 15 2009, 04:48 AM Post #109 |
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"Ohmigod." Juls just closed her eyes, the familiarity of a girl standing in front of a gun and the retort echoing in the room far too potent for her to take in stride. The wall kept her steady, rocking as they were, and she slid down it, clutching onto anything until she was white-knuckled. She didn't want to see. |
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| Tyler Rubin | Jun 15 2009, 04:49 AM Post #110 |
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It had taken him a few seconds to process that Murphy did not have the gun any longer. Tyler still was rather furious with Ryder, but his reaction still was the same. No gun in Murphy's hand- meant no logic to "silence" Ryder. Pft. The guy was lucky. He dropped him without a care, literally, and stood up--grabbing Keeley's notebook as he did so. When he saw that the trigger was literally about to be pulled, Tyler did the only thing he could think of. He threw the notebook at Gryphin as hard as he could. Hopefully, that would make him miss. |
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| Ryder Davis | Jun 15 2009, 05:00 AM Post #111 |
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When Ryder was let go he walked over and grabbed Murphy by her arm. Wards. Damnit. It was hard to even think about it or consentrate with the current situation but at this point it was get out if you could wasn't it? It wasn't working on like they had planned upon leaving, but that was Phin's problem now. Jen had already made her leave, completely unnoticed apparently. Finally gathering his thoughts and trying for a third time he managed to get it right and was gone. They wouldn't get him for this. He refused. |
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| Dante Morvanna | Jun 15 2009, 05:12 AM Post #112 |
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Dante had honestly stood and watched. He was too lost in his own thoughts to actually be actively apart of what was happening. When he snapped out of it however he took a step back till his back hit the wall and he slid to the sit on the floor. He hadn't been shot which...he wasn't sure about at first. "We timed everything. We had to know how long we had. The dock isn't that far away. Not by now." He wasn't entirely sure anyone gave a damn right then but the information was there. Part of him worried still if they would arrest him. He couldn't imagine losing Harm and Angel. Just the thought of it...no he refused to think about that. |
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| Amaris Tudor | Jun 15 2009, 05:22 AM Post #113 |
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Movies were dreadfully wrong. You don't see a white light, or your life flash before your eyes. And the event certainly didn't happen in slow motion either. It was all a blur of colors and sounds. The color red though, that seemed to be the most reoccuring one there was. She had heard the sound of the gun when the trigger was pulled, she had also seen the look of simple apathy upon her shooter's face. Both were expected, both were endured. She looked down at where she had been hit and clutched her stomach. There was so much blood, too much blood. And the smell was nauseating, or maybe that was just her stomach acid intermixing with the blood. She would be remembering what she had read about gunshot wounds at this moment. She looked up again, but her vision was so blurry, she wasn't able to distinguish anything right at that moment. She must have been extremely hyper-aware though, because she would have sworn that she still felt the bullet inside her abdomen. She let herself drop to the floor afterwards, she just couldn't stand, couldn't do much. There was blood pooling around her, lots of blood. Oh that's right, she remembered; she was more likely to die from blood loss than anything else. She didn't scream out, she didn't whimper; that was such a waste. No, she wanted to experience this to the best of her ability. But it was just getting to be too much, she felt too cold and started shivering and as she licked her lips, she couldn't tell whether it was because she was now bleeding from the mouth as well, or she had just fallen into her owl puddle of crimson liquid. After a couple of seconds she slowly drifted her way into unsconsciousness; she timed how her heartbeat seemed to decrease the whole way. |
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| Andy Grant | Jun 15 2009, 05:25 AM Post #114 |
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Andy let out a scream when the gun went off only to realize secondarily that the woman in front of her had just been shot, but the blood... it was too much. With her hand over her mouth, she made a mad dash out of the room, there was no way she could handle it, not the smell, and not the sight. The salt water was screwing around with her. |
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| Catalina Faye | Jun 15 2009, 05:34 AM Post #115 |
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When Amaris stepped in front of the gun, Cat's first thought was Well that was stupid of her. She hated noble sacrifices. They were so ridiculous. It was usually always done in the name of pride or someone glorifying themselves. Really? Survival was the only thing that counted in situations like that. And it was the survival of the fittest. So it made sense that only those pathetically weakened with emotions would choose the route that would most likely get them killed. Still, she was sickened and had to look away when the shot hit and Amaris crumpled to the floor. She just wanted to get off of the damn ship. So when Dante spoke, she replied - trying to keep her voice from shaking - "So this thing is steering itself?" |
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| Dante Morvanna | Jun 15 2009, 05:47 AM Post #116 |
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"Charmed. If it worked right then yeah its been steering itself." Precautions were needed when you weren't completely in control of something. Just because they had set up the bomb didn't mean they wanted to die, and the ship crashing? That wasn't an ideal way to end things either. Dante was focused on staring at the floor because he didn't want to see another bloody mess. Silver had been enough and that alone was still in his head. |
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| Tanya Swann | Jun 15 2009, 05:58 AM Post #117 |
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BANG! That was all Tanya heard. She jumped, her fingers lost in her hair--she was damn close to pulling it out, her expression one of shock and anger. It was running around her mind in circles, Bang! Bang! Bang! She was certain there was going to be an explosion of sorts, and after the inital jump-after the initial shock-she was in a sprint towards Amaris. There was. An explosion of color, red and broken, splintery white... Running through her mind was anything she was going to have to do to stop a gunshot wound; her purse was already opening at her side. Bandages. Tourniquets. The sewing kit... The first thing she noticed was that the shot was in a good place--people could survive being shot there. She knew that for a fact. She also knew she had to stop the bleeding. It was close range, a millimeter thick.. Her hands were already covered in latex; she'd located the gloves as her legs buckled, as she kneeled beside her. Gunshots were tricky. First things first. She checked for vitals--signs of life. Pulse, breath. Steady...decreasing. She'd pulled out of her bag by now -- scalpels, clamps, her scissors, the needles, and her thread. She was loading it as fast as she could into the autoclave. Around her, she was shouting--for help. "I need it to be quiet. Amaris- can you hear me? You're going to be okay, all right?" She needed some form of aneasthesia... but of course, the only thing she had left was the rest of that firewhiskey, cotton swabs, and a mild painkiller. It was going to have to do. She reached for that first then-- letting Amaris' hair billow behind her and stay out of her way. Her lips were already open, as Amaris was gasping for air, so she spilled the few drops of painkiller and firewhiskey down first. Sedative at best, numbing sensation at worst. But Tanya really did hope the mix was enough to knock her out, because this? This really had to bloody hurt. Blood was squirting at her, seeping and staining the gloves, but Tanya had no choice of that right now. After a breath, she cut in, leaving the wound at first. Scalpel. Retractor. It was bleeding, but not gushing. The bullet was far more worrying. The bullet hadn't entered Amaris' heart. If it had, she'd be dead by now. That was the good news. The bad news was there was no exit wound, and it could be anywhere. A hairbreadth from the delicate pericardium or buried in her liver. Tanya knew she had to get the bullet out before it could push further in and do more damage. Working quickly, she cut away as much damaged flesh as she could, and picked out the bone shards, looking for the angled entry. She had to look lower. The heat from the wound was burning on her cheek, and there was a stench of her singed and bloody hair, but Tanya was ignoring that. The bullet was her priority. And then she saw it, or she thought she did. A little glint from the ghostly light. Not the bloody glisten of a tissue or bone, but the hard, dull shine of lead. After Tanya had taken a breath and held the retractor back further, she grasped for the bullet, squeezed with tweezers, and cursed outloud realizing she couldn't exactly see. It was nearly impossible get any purchase- the bullet was slippery with blood, as the wound was deep and the tweezers short. Instead, she reached into her bag for a curette--the long, slender, silver tool was shaped like a spoon instead. When she heard a click of metal against metal, she pushed the stem of the curette into the wall of the wound, hoping to ease the norrow bowl around and under the bullet. She'd done it. Whispering "Come on...come on..." Tanya started to slowly, carefully, withdraw the curette. She'd hooked the bullet. Reaching for the tweezers once more, she grasped the side of the bullet, pulled it out, and let it clatter to the floor. A bright gush of blood, predicatably, followed it. She was already drenched, however, so it didn't bother her. Working like lightning, she packed the wound with what cotton and gauges she had, before it soaked through and she breathed a lot easier now. The bullet was out. She could heal the remaining, resulting injuries at Mungos so easily- that it was killing her, but for now? She had to set the bones, insure that everything was in the proper location. Which she did, before working quickly to sew the wound, tying it off above the knee at first to create a tourniquet and leave the pressure at where it needed to be. She finished the stitches as quickly as possible, and then wrapped her gauze bandages around, and around, and around. Then she checked Amaris' pulse. Her vitals were holding. There was nothing else Tanya knew to do, and she sat back, breathing, drenched through in blood. Only then did she look around at Dante, at who was the original intended victim and said firmly, " She needs to get to St. Mungos. If you want this sacrifice to have meant anything- you will bloody well help me get her off this ship right now, Dammit." No nonsense. Tanya was exhausted, hungry, cold, and now soaked through. She was literally furious, and not entirely sure she could stand. Not that she hadn't just saved her life or anyting. |
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| Dante Morvanna | Jun 15 2009, 06:07 AM Post #118 |
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Dante only looked up when the room wasn't as noisy was it used to be. He didn't like the sight at all and he glanced at Gryphin but by now he had put the gun down, too stunned to actually leave. The wards. If he made sure they weren't an issue then the dock wasn't needed was it? They could just apparate. His mind had been so hazed over by everything he hadn't thought about that. Standing up he reached into his back pocket and took out...well a wand. He had had it the entire time. Same as Phin, same as Ryder...just because no one else did didn't mean they shouldn't. He let down the wards and just tightened his hold on his wand as he looked at Tanya. "Just go." He was fed up at this point. He was tired of it all. It had been his idea and they had twisted it into something he couldn't even regonize anymore. He could help one person at least right? |
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| Tanya Swann | Jun 15 2009, 06:19 AM Post #119 |
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He had. a bloody. wand? Tanya eyed it with obvious anger in her eyes. Did he realize how much pain she might have spared Amaris if she'd had that two minutes before hand? "You--!" She started, the adrenaline lifting her up again. Then she cut herself off; her breath had already gived way. What was wrong with her? She was shaking, near collapse. A feeling of fatigue so deep, so oppressive, that she had no idea how she could stand up again. And yet she was. She was, and she was yelling. After a minute or so, she decided she couldn't worry about this right now. So she did two things. She turned on her her heel and disapparated to her room, only to apparate right back. Then she picked up Amaris, alarmed at the fact that she was light and broken as a rag doll- and spun around again to disapparate them both. St. Mungos. |
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| Tyler Rubin | Jun 15 2009, 06:37 PM Post #120 |
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Tyler didn't know if the notebook hit. He just knew the shot didn't hit Amaris' heart, the aim had gone wrong, it had hit... And Tanya was shouting at them to be quiet, calling for help, cutting, ripping, sewing...Tyler couldn't process it. He couldn't keep track of everyone. He couldn't even see straight. He could see Gryphin, however. The gun was still in his hand. And Tyler was well aware that ethics had taken a backseat sometime ago, so he went straight for him. He went to tackle him, knock him flat, wrestle for the gun. As he did that, Tyler's voice--still so unnaturally low and snarling--was calling for his arrest. At the very least, if Phin was about to apparate, he would apparate with him, he supposed. And seeing as how Dante had a wand, he had to assume Phin did. |
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