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Post by Fred Dukes on Dec 3, 2010 15:00:19 GMT -4
As the dust settled, the hawkish announcer let silence reign while he looked around at the enraptured crowd with smug satisfaction. Fred stood on the demolished truck bed for a few seconds more with his arms folded over his enormous torso before he stepped off into the dirt. The metal groaned in relief and a spotlight focused all attention on him as the surrounding areas went dim.
“That’s right. He’s a real piece of work, he is.” The announcer turned his attention back to Fred for a second. “Another thing about the Blob here is that he can’t be moved.” Glancing back to the crowd the announcer smiled. “Lest it’s for dessert, that is.”
Fred grimaced at him as the crowd broke into laughter, but it went largely unnoticed.
“But seriously, and to show you just how serious I am, we are going to attach a harness to our large friend here and try to pull him with this truck.” Another spotlight came on to reveal the pickup as a man with greenish toned skin moved toward Fred to help put on the harness. A chain was attached to the middle of Fred’s chest and it ran several yards down to where it attached to the hitch of the truck. When everything was in place, the announcer held up a hand for silence. Amazingly a hush fell over the crowd again.
Then he lifted his hand toward the truck. The engine revved. Again. Slowly the slack went out of the chain until it lifted off the ground and went taut.
Fred stood his ground.
The trucks wheels began to spin and the engine roared as the driver put his foot down on the gas.
Fred yawned. After a few minutes he reached out and grabbed the chain in a meaty fist and gave it a sharp pull.
The crowd gasped.
The truck lifted off of the ground for a second before it hit the dirt hard. A large chunk of the back end ripped free and went flying over Fred’s shoulders into the fairgrounds.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Dec 3, 2010 21:48:05 GMT -4
It was exactly like that saying that people always used about not being able to look away from a train wreck. Just watching this display Kitty felt disgusted, but also somehow interested. She wanted to stomp off in an insulted huff but she couldn’t make herself look away.
Despite her distaste of the show, she at least had to admit that the “Blob” had very impressive strength. At first she thought there was some sort of trick when they strapped him to the truck, that it would only move enough to make the rope taut but not put any real strain on the guy. It was obvious after only a few seconds that this wasn’t the case. Still, it was a show and she should have expected it. What she didn’t expect, though, was for the showman to suddenly obliterate the truck.
“Oh crap...”
The pieces of the pick-up seemed to fly through the air in slow motion, but even then there was little time to react. Going completely on instinct, Kitty grabbed hold of Forge and Tatiana’s arms and lunged forward into the crowd. “Grab as many people as you can!” she shouted, making sure to contact as many people as possible; she only hoped her friends did the same. At the last possible second she made them all intangible. She knew she didn’t have everyone, the crowd was too big; she just had to hope that she could save the ones that were directly in harm’s way.
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Post by Tatiana on Dec 5, 2010 13:13:43 GMT -4
Tatiana was face deep in her treasured caramel apple, after she had profusely thanked Forge of course. She did have manners after all. Thankfully she had been unhanded by that idiot Bobby, who had gone on to pester other people she was sure. Her apple was every bit as good as she had thought it would be. Her once or twice a year treat was worth the hassle of being shoved this way and that by smelly, ill-dressed people.
Noticing the display of strength being set up, Tati wandered over to watch. She ended up standing next to Kitty and Forge. She was just nibbling the last pieces of sticky apple from the stick, and thinking about if she was naughty enough to go buy a funnel cake, when literally all hell began to break loose.
Hearing Kitty's voice and being told to grab people, Tatiana dropped her apple stick and grabbed a child and its mother, one in each hand. "Link hands with othersssss!" The young healer tried to yell as the woman she touched attempted to hit her with a purse. Tati ducked her head, but kept her hold. Didnt the woman realize this was for her own good??
The feeling of being intangible washed over her and she shivered. Tatiana dropped to her knees and started screaming. Images of bodies on tables and running through walls and explosions and the feeling of intense heartbreak had washed over her. Her hands curled to hold her her sides and released the people she had been holding.
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Forge
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Post by Forge on Dec 6, 2010 10:57:39 GMT -4
Well, at least Forge felt better. Tatiana was happily eating her candy apple, and Kitty wasn't trying to kill anybody. That meant that things were okay, right?
He wished he could make a device that made everyone happy, but the technology just didn't exist. Maybe a modification to Cerebro...yeah, cause the Professor would totally let him do that.
The trio had wandered towards the freak show as he ambled in his thoughts. The sudden noise of truck tires squealing snapped him back to reality just in time to see the rear end of a truck come barreling towards them. The image was so surreal, and time seemed to be moving so slowly, that Forge had enough time to think, That's odd, normally the front end is what comes barreling towards you/.
This happened roughly simultaneous to his natural reaction of trying to get out of the way of the thing and Kitty grabbing his arm. Her words came out seemingly slurred, but he understood them enough. Time resumed its normal course as he began grabbing people and pulling them backwards to get them out of the way. He knew Kitty's phasing ability was great, and he'd spent quite a lot of time trying to design something that would mimic it, but it couldn't possibly be strong enough to grab everyone. He hoped he was wrong, just this once. Luckily for Forge, the man whose arm he grabbed caught on and he began pulling other people who'd been standing stupefied, who began grabbing others. Everyone was doing their part to make sure no one got hurt.
And then the oddest feeling in the world washed over him, like the gravity had turned off but he still had weight. And then Tatiana screamed, and he whipped his head around, expecting the worst.
That was when he noticed the truck about to hit them, and he closed his eyes.
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Post by Fate on Dec 7, 2010 12:24:17 GMT -4
At the sound of Kitty’s uncharacteristically commanding tone everyone started linking together. Connected to her one by one they started to fade, becoming partially transparent ghostly images in a matter of seconds.
It almost wasn’t fast enough.
The chunk of metal passed straight through Tatiana and then passed through the horrified image of a little girl in a red dress. It struck the dirt behind her with a loud thud that kicked up a cloud of dust into the air. The metal bounced once and then hit again, going into a fast slide that ended abruptly against the trunk of a large oak tree with a loud crash. Twigs and leaves rained down around it as the dust began to settle, and for a moment everyone was quiet.
After taking a collective breath, pandemonium erupted. A woman screamed and people started scrambling quickly away from the exhibit, gathering their children and pulling them away as quickly as they could.
Unfortunately they were packed into the small clearing too tight. A few more people screamed as they tried to get out. A mother called for her child repeatedly, each time with a little more terror in her voice as people started pushing and shoving each other to get to more open ground.
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Dec 18, 2010 22:49:36 GMT -4
Although it all only took seconds or less, the time seemed to stretch on for Kitty. The moment she had grabbed her friends and thrown herself onto others, she had started using her ability, stretching it out from hand to linked hand to arm to anything anyone seemed to be touching. It was working, they were all becoming intangible just like her, but even as the large chunk of metal passed through them only nanoseconds later, she could already feel the strain affecting her. She hadn’t realised there were so many people in the crowd, she was sure it hadn’t been that big moments ago, and something just felt really strange about the whole thing, but she had never tried to phase so many people at once before either. Of course it felt like too many because it was too many, and it took all of her concentration to keep them all intangible until the danger had passed, especially when Tati had let go, breaking the chain, losing some people. What if they got hurt because she hadn’t been holding on tight enough? She couldn’t tell, she didn’t know, it was all too much...
In that quiet moment as the dust settled Kitty released her power and those she held and collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, sweat breaking out on her forehead.
That was when the virtual stampede began. Oh, this was not going to be pretty at all.
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Post by Fred Dukes on Dec 27, 2010 12:09:03 GMT -4
Fred almost looked a little surprised at how easily the truck had come apart with the tug on the heavy duty chain. His eyes widened a little and then he tracked the metal flying over his head and out into the crowd with something of a proud smile. He wasn’t too worried about anyone getting hurt.
As he looked out into the crowd he noticed that something strange happened just before the wreckage hit the ground. From where he was standing it almost looked like it passed right through several people, leaving them completely unscathed.
Fred scratched his head. He was pretty sure that wasn’t supposed to happen.
The other thing he noticed was that nobody was paying attention to him anymore. This bothered Fred more than anything.
“HEY!” He bellowed. But nobody paid him much mind. His face twisted up in anger. “YER GONNA MISS THA SHOW!” The hawkish announcer tried frantically to calm the frightened mob, but was having no more success than Fred was at getting their attention.
Fred threw the chain into the dirt and started stomping toward the people with clenched ham fists. He placed one foot on the fence that separated him from the rest of them and stepped down, the fence collapsed into tiny fragments under his weight. Fred didn’t even slow down.
A mass of people were moving frantically toward him while a mother and her small child cowered on his other side. Fred turned toward the wave of frightened sheep and put his fists on his hips. The wave crashed against him and broke, people falling off to the side and bouncing off of him with no consequence. Fred laughed. The mother behind him said a fretful prayer.
“This is all part of tha show,” he said to her over his shoulder.
Which in a way it kind of was. Everything was.
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Post by Tatiana on Dec 31, 2010 8:38:08 GMT -4
Tatiana's mind was in a haze. She didnt know which way was up or down. Why and what was wrong with her? She put arm over arm and started to crawl herself away from the masses. In her head, she knew if she got away from everything, her mind would clear up. If people were hurt, they could go to a real doctors.
Managing to make it to a semi-hidden corner, between a trash can and a small fence, the young healer curled ino a ball and let herself pass into an unconsious oblivion. Glad to be rid of the stinging pain in her legs, and the horrid flashes in her mind.
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Rahne
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Having a cane and being a doctor doesn't make me House
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Post by Rahne on Jan 2, 2011 10:13:35 GMT -4
[Continued from Exploring] Following the trajectory of the piece of metal, Rahne limped at speed to where the new centre of disturbance was. Frightened people pressed against her, and she used her cane judiciously to get through. And sometimes just a wellplace shove with her shoulder. Besides having her own stereotypically redheaded and Scottish temper urging her on, Rahne was a doctor and she was downright mad at whoever it was in charge here. Imagine, putting all those people in danger! And with what? And for what? She intended to find out, and give whoever it was that was responsible a welldeserved piece of her mind. A sharp, pointy, angry piece. While she wasn't sure if the fat man breaking through the fence was the one actually in charge, the murmurs and sometimes outright shouts from the crowd plus the busted pickup near him made it pretty clear who had caused the whole hazardous situation. Rahne's nostrils flared, and she bared her teeth. "YOU! Oi, numpty!" As ludicrious as a yapping Aberdeen terrier facing down a Newfoundland, the slim redheaded woman advanced on the Blob with her temper snapping and about ready to use her cane on his head. No sign of fear whatsoever. "Wha' the HELL do ye think ye are doing?! I don't appreciate idiots like ye making work for me! Bad enough when people get hurt by themselves, let alone when some big galoot like ye with clotted cream for brains puts them in danger for fun! Och, aye, stand there with a glaukit look on ye big ox-face, like the fair stupid eejit ye are!" To be completely honest, Rahne hadn't even really started haraunging him yet but she had to pause to take a breath before she continued. There was a lot more she wanted to say to him yet. And then she'd start on the eejit in the hat nearby. |
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Post by Kitty Pryde on Jan 3, 2011 21:01:22 GMT -4
Before her powers had first manifested and when she had first started to wake up in the basement having, fallen through the floor, Kitty had experienced excruciating headaches. As she had learned to control her ability, and once it had fully formed, the headaches had lessened until finally vanishing completely... or so she had thought.
After the strain she had just put herself through, she had one mother of a headache now.
Squeezing her eyes tightly closed, she could hear footsteps stampeding all around her and she knew she had to move. She could easily just lay there, phase out and lay there, and let them all pass through her, or crawl off out of harm’s way... but it went against everything she had been learning these past few years. Damn Christine for being right about working tonight.
With all her strength, Kitty forced herself to her feet, only managing not to yell at anyone who bumped into her because she didn’t have the energy and because it would only make her head feel worse. Slowly forcing her eyes open, she was just in time to see the wave of people actually bounce off the big blob of a man who had been the main attraction. Somehow he looked even bigger now than he had before, more intimidating, no longer just some unfortunate soul who had no problem exploiting himself for a living.
And then Rahne was suddenly there, unleashing her full blown Scottish redhead temper on the guy. Hoo boy.
Trying to push her way through the people, Kitty might as well have been trying to push to the front of the stage at a Justin Beiber concert; obsessed little teenyboppers were about as hysterical and unmovable as this terrified crowd. Luckily she had another option. Unluckily, she really did not want to have to use it. But she did. Ignoring her headache and her exhaustion, the pint sized brunette pushed, literally, through the crowd, leaving even more confusion in her wake by the frightened people that ran right through her, until she was standing beside Rahne.
“Um, I’m not so sure that’s the best approach,” she said to the school medic, having to raise her voice to be heard over the melee.
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Post by Fred Dukes on Jan 5, 2011 17:59:48 GMT -4
Fred was pretty satisfied with the scene around him. People pressed up against him and for the most part he stood there completely unaffected by the onslaught of bodies. But when they crowded him a little too much, he grabbed hold of a couple of them and gave a shove…leaving him somewhat isolated once again.
"YOU! Oi, numpty!"
What was this? Fred turned to see an angry looking red-head glaring at him nearby. She couldn’t have weighed more than a buck and a quarter. He furrowed his brows in answer to her, but didn’t physically say a word.
"Wha' the HELL do ye think ye are doing?! I don't appreciate idiots like ye making work for me! Bad enough when people get hurt by themselves, let alone when some big galoot like ye with clotted cream for brains puts them in danger for fun! Och, aye, stand there with a glaukit look on ye big ox-face, like the fair stupid eejit ye are!"
Fred honestly didn’t have an idea exactly what she said. He knew it was probably an insult, but it was all garbled and somewhat muffled by the crowd. Now if this was a guy who was talking smack to him he would have flattened them right out. And he still was tempted…
But she was a pretty little thing. “You got a dirty little mouth,” he said as he looked her over. Another group of panicked people threatened to get between him and her, but Fred shoved them violently aside. “Come here little lassie and whisper some into my ear.”
And with that he started making his way toward her.
Nothing better after a good show than having a groupie in his trailer. They always squealed some, but not for long.
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Rahne
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Post by Rahne on Jan 6, 2011 1:31:43 GMT -4
"No, I need to use smaller words. HE doesn't understand long ones," Rahne said grimly, not looking at Kitty. She needed to keep her eyes on the threat, not the friend. At least for now. "How's everyone o'er here, alright?"
If she had to get a medkit out, she was going to be really cross.
“You got a dirty little mouth,” he said as he looked her over. Another group of panicked people threatened to get between him and her, but Fred shoved them violently aside. “Come here little lassie and whisper some into my ear.”
Rahne's eyes narrowed. "Wha' did ye just say tae me?" she said, driven to a new height of fury. Och aye, she was a sweet little lassie alright. A sweet little lassie who could tear out his throat with her teeth, and she was going to do it too if he kept pushing her buttons. Just let him try to lay one hand on her, so help her God... "If you think I'm here to sweettalk you, you're stupider than you look and that's pretty bloody stupid!"
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