Crowd controll (all in the pk training plot, Sahalie, Brody)
Aug 5, 2014 19:47:09 GMT -5
Post by * on Aug 5, 2014 19:47:09 GMT -5
With arms wrapped around the young man, probably no older than seventeen or eighteen, Jeran's missions was set. Helping one person at a time if he had to. He already made a rescue mission for the lot of fourteen or so that collected only minutes ago before he courageously pushed himself back into the mod of screaming people. Surprisingly, the streets were becoming fanned out enough that it wasn't as hard as he had imagined it would take like the first time. The square was literallly clearing out but not as quick as he would have liked. Under the helmet, his brows tensed up as the man began to pull him over to the side. Something was wrong with the man he was helping as he suddenly started to droop with his hand clutching his head.
"Sir? Sir, are you alright? Keep going. Don't give up now. We're almost in the clear." That's when he noticed a little bit of blood on the side of his face near his ear. Something must have happened when the man hauled off and hit him, or he fell on something when he went down and it wasn't noticable. With a stronger grip, he felt as though he was practically pulling on the guy to the sidelines of the crowds to where he'd be more safer than in the middle of the street where he had been uncerimoniously dropped. "Little further. Then you can get medical help.
A small groan was barely audible and if Jeran wasn't as close to the man as he was, he never would have heard it. A grunt of power pushes the peacekeeper to pull the man closer toward his person. A child, no older than seven it looked, ran along side of him suddenly, his hand grabbing on to the back of his suit.
"This way, little one." Now, his task had doubled yet again. Determinded not to fail these two, he kept going through the crowd until another cadet joined him and the child was passed off to them, as they scooped him up into their arms and disappeared into an alleyway just before he followed. Quickly, he deposited the young man down. "I'll send help. Sit tight."
With his mission halfway through, that's when the shots began to ring out again. His attention suddenly turning to where it was at and where it might be because the shots sounded like they might be moving away from where the first shot was. That or his ears was playing tricks on him. With trained eyes, he searched the crowd like a seek and find. Jeran's eye for detail prickling the moment the raised hand of someone stuck out like a sore thumb. A hand going up to somewhere on the helmet, pushing the button for the comm link.
"Suspect spotted in front of a large four story building. I repeat, in front of a large, four story building." His voice comes across assertive, but a second later, the shots are gone and what sighting he had of that suspect gone.
"Damn..." Securing his shield with his hand, a direct line toward that building has now been pushed as his mission.
*
When I came to the market square, I never expected all of this. I just wanted to do a little bit of shopping with Gala for something that was changing my life. I just wanted an easy, stress free day, but I got the exact opposite. The moment, I lost Gala, I freaked out. I couldnt' find her and these people all around me kept causing me to lose her even further. In the mass of people and gunshots everywhere, my little friend was gone. Vanished somewhere beneath the sea of paniking people. Her young face lost in the depths of dispair.
"Gala..." My whispered words seemed to come out as I feel the stinging in my knees from being tackled. The tears that want to collect in my eyes as the cold metal cuffs are pushed onto my wrists with no reguard to circulation. Pain from this whole event coming to a head as I realize that I had attacked a peacekeeper in order to find someone so dear to me. They won't understand. How could they? They have no hearts... or they'd let me go find her. The hands that were down on my own, securing the metal so I couldn't get away again, come up, and grasp me under my arm to pull me up to my feet. I struggle, but I manage to get up.
"Don't try that again or you'll be severely punished, you understand?" I hear the peacekeeper's tone and realize the tone is more feminine. I was taken down by a female peacekeeper. Maybe, she'll have mercy on me if she knows that I'm withchilded? Maybe? Maybe not. It's a minor detail to the sound lashing that I might get from this. All of this suddenly making me feel sick to my stomach with the rush of anger, guilt and fear riding up. What will Matthew think if I'm going to be whipped in the courtyard for hitting a peacekeeper? What will they care if I am pregnant? Please don't harm my baby... I can only think as I am suddenly lead off into the crowd and into a van where several others are being detained. I feel dirty. Nasty, even. I'm not one of these people. I'm truely a good hearted person. I only wanted to protect my best friend.
"Save Gala... please. Don't let them hurt her..." I shout as the door is slammed and I'm engulfed in a blanket of dim colors as the people that sit around me await their trials as well for whatever it is that they've done during this climatic dilemma.
"Sir? Sir, are you alright? Keep going. Don't give up now. We're almost in the clear." That's when he noticed a little bit of blood on the side of his face near his ear. Something must have happened when the man hauled off and hit him, or he fell on something when he went down and it wasn't noticable. With a stronger grip, he felt as though he was practically pulling on the guy to the sidelines of the crowds to where he'd be more safer than in the middle of the street where he had been uncerimoniously dropped. "Little further. Then you can get medical help.
A small groan was barely audible and if Jeran wasn't as close to the man as he was, he never would have heard it. A grunt of power pushes the peacekeeper to pull the man closer toward his person. A child, no older than seven it looked, ran along side of him suddenly, his hand grabbing on to the back of his suit.
"This way, little one." Now, his task had doubled yet again. Determinded not to fail these two, he kept going through the crowd until another cadet joined him and the child was passed off to them, as they scooped him up into their arms and disappeared into an alleyway just before he followed. Quickly, he deposited the young man down. "I'll send help. Sit tight."
With his mission halfway through, that's when the shots began to ring out again. His attention suddenly turning to where it was at and where it might be because the shots sounded like they might be moving away from where the first shot was. That or his ears was playing tricks on him. With trained eyes, he searched the crowd like a seek and find. Jeran's eye for detail prickling the moment the raised hand of someone stuck out like a sore thumb. A hand going up to somewhere on the helmet, pushing the button for the comm link.
"Suspect spotted in front of a large four story building. I repeat, in front of a large, four story building." His voice comes across assertive, but a second later, the shots are gone and what sighting he had of that suspect gone.
"Damn..." Securing his shield with his hand, a direct line toward that building has now been pushed as his mission.
*
When I came to the market square, I never expected all of this. I just wanted to do a little bit of shopping with Gala for something that was changing my life. I just wanted an easy, stress free day, but I got the exact opposite. The moment, I lost Gala, I freaked out. I couldnt' find her and these people all around me kept causing me to lose her even further. In the mass of people and gunshots everywhere, my little friend was gone. Vanished somewhere beneath the sea of paniking people. Her young face lost in the depths of dispair.
"Gala..." My whispered words seemed to come out as I feel the stinging in my knees from being tackled. The tears that want to collect in my eyes as the cold metal cuffs are pushed onto my wrists with no reguard to circulation. Pain from this whole event coming to a head as I realize that I had attacked a peacekeeper in order to find someone so dear to me. They won't understand. How could they? They have no hearts... or they'd let me go find her. The hands that were down on my own, securing the metal so I couldn't get away again, come up, and grasp me under my arm to pull me up to my feet. I struggle, but I manage to get up.
"Don't try that again or you'll be severely punished, you understand?" I hear the peacekeeper's tone and realize the tone is more feminine. I was taken down by a female peacekeeper. Maybe, she'll have mercy on me if she knows that I'm withchilded? Maybe? Maybe not. It's a minor detail to the sound lashing that I might get from this. All of this suddenly making me feel sick to my stomach with the rush of anger, guilt and fear riding up. What will Matthew think if I'm going to be whipped in the courtyard for hitting a peacekeeper? What will they care if I am pregnant? Please don't harm my baby... I can only think as I am suddenly lead off into the crowd and into a van where several others are being detained. I feel dirty. Nasty, even. I'm not one of these people. I'm truely a good hearted person. I only wanted to protect my best friend.
"Save Gala... please. Don't let them hurt her..." I shout as the door is slammed and I'm engulfed in a blanket of dim colors as the people that sit around me await their trials as well for whatever it is that they've done during this climatic dilemma.
