Post by Teej on Dec 27, 2007 1:49:07 GMT -5
Ven- the boy whom was referred to as Sora in Ymaggion- yawned and stretched his arms out aafter removing the gaming gear from his body. The staff had been on constant watch for Arumon over the past few months, and it had driven him, as well as the other staffers, into a physical exhaustion as well.
The brown haired teenager put on his jacket-an elongated and more practical version of his Ymaggion counterpart's- and strolled out the front door's of the gaming hub.
The streets of New York were even more crowded during the night time, moreso during winter, with people rushing to and fro to get out of the cold. Luckilly for the teenager, he had a usual shortcut home, just through a couple back alleys led him home. Not only was it a shorter route, but it was also less crowded, his company usually consisting of a stray cat or two and a hobo about once per week.
Tonight however, the alley was empty. Still dreading the cold, Ven payed no mind and marched forward through the darkened alley, his feet connecting with a mix od slush, water and concrete.
However, about half-way through, he realized that the sound coming from his feet seemed to echo, which was unusual in a city as crowded as this. The teenager stopped, and yet the noise continued. Now mixed with a sense of fear and surprise, the ymaggion administrator turned his head around slowly, only to get a small glimpse of a man in a brown hoodie.
"This isn't a game anymore. The knight will stop at nothing to....."
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted through the empty alley, keeping the teenager from hearing the rest of the man's sentence.
That wasn't the least of his troubles, however. He ooked down at his chest. Blood, and lots of it, pouring from his body and down to his feet, the administrator fell to the ground in pain, watching as the man ran past him. The last thing he saw was two pair of feet, running towards him....
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"How's he doing?" one doctor asked as a colleague left the surgery room, blood on his clothing, as well as the gloves he was disposing himself of.
"The kid was lucky...one more inch to the left and that bullet would have pierced through his heart. He'll be asleep for the next few days, but he'll live."
The original questioner sighed with a bit of relief. "Amazing, truly amazing. There was so much blood lost on the crime scene, we were afraid he was gonna die before he even got to the hospital."
The two doctors nodded to each other softly, then parted ways.
(Morph, you never answered back after asking where he lived, so I'm assuming you were okay with this. Otherwise, it was approved by RD)
The brown haired teenager put on his jacket-an elongated and more practical version of his Ymaggion counterpart's- and strolled out the front door's of the gaming hub.
The streets of New York were even more crowded during the night time, moreso during winter, with people rushing to and fro to get out of the cold. Luckilly for the teenager, he had a usual shortcut home, just through a couple back alleys led him home. Not only was it a shorter route, but it was also less crowded, his company usually consisting of a stray cat or two and a hobo about once per week.
Tonight however, the alley was empty. Still dreading the cold, Ven payed no mind and marched forward through the darkened alley, his feet connecting with a mix od slush, water and concrete.
However, about half-way through, he realized that the sound coming from his feet seemed to echo, which was unusual in a city as crowded as this. The teenager stopped, and yet the noise continued. Now mixed with a sense of fear and surprise, the ymaggion administrator turned his head around slowly, only to get a small glimpse of a man in a brown hoodie.
"This isn't a game anymore. The knight will stop at nothing to....."
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted through the empty alley, keeping the teenager from hearing the rest of the man's sentence.
That wasn't the least of his troubles, however. He ooked down at his chest. Blood, and lots of it, pouring from his body and down to his feet, the administrator fell to the ground in pain, watching as the man ran past him. The last thing he saw was two pair of feet, running towards him....
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"How's he doing?" one doctor asked as a colleague left the surgery room, blood on his clothing, as well as the gloves he was disposing himself of.
"The kid was lucky...one more inch to the left and that bullet would have pierced through his heart. He'll be asleep for the next few days, but he'll live."
The original questioner sighed with a bit of relief. "Amazing, truly amazing. There was so much blood lost on the crime scene, we were afraid he was gonna die before he even got to the hospital."
The two doctors nodded to each other softly, then parted ways.
(Morph, you never answered back after asking where he lived, so I'm assuming you were okay with this. Otherwise, it was approved by RD)