This was death, Simon decided as he fried in the sun. He wasn't sure what was worse, though, falling to the ground from an undetermined but very high height or being laid out like a fish out of water. Suddenly he was being moved, carried somewhere. Next thing he knew, it was dark.
He was somewhere wet but dark. Simon could breathe again, but his body tensed in pain with each breath. He opened his eyes barely to slits as he watched a shadowy figure turn the light off. Suddenly he felt someone's cold hand on his forehead. His head was tilted up and then lowered gently back down. Simon shivered from the pain as he laid in the wetness.
Suddenly there was an arm in front of him, pressing the soft flesh against his lips. His fingers felt rigid like stone claws, but he reached out and gripped the arm. Baring his fangs he bit down on the arm and drank the refreshing blood. He felt immediately better but far from normal. He drank, hard and fast till the arm started to pull away, gripping his shoulder and shoving him off.
He was taking too much, he gathered but he could feel the blood healing him. The gash on his back and his skin no longer resembled cracks in the desert. He disengaged at the urging of the giver and he looked up. The last thing he saw was the human, Kyle Evans, holding his arm and telling him to sleep.
((ooc Simon, Carol and Kyle out. Ellis...MIA))
Hillman Compound
Located in the industrial district, along the waterfront were 2 miles of nothing but warehouses. Some of the larger warehouses were fifty thousand square feet of storage and some were filled to capacity. On the south end, standing pristine and new, was Hillman compound, known formerly as Hillman, Inc. This is where the multi-millionaire stored his luxury items, docked his yachts and kept his precious things hidden away.
The warehouse itself was made of concrete and boasted security guards around its surrounding electrical fence. No one could come within 500 feet of Hillman, Inc without being thoroughly accosted by a gruff looking security guard with bad breath.
State of the art security and fifty cameras surveyed the premises. There were four check points and one main entrance. The surrounding warehouses have been bought and cleared out by Hillman, Inc and not a soul interrupted whatever went on down on the south end of the docks.
Simon Huntington
18 years ago
Nova
18 years ago
Nova listened with inward amusement as Jan gave the grenade his blessing. Then Mr. Catholic had to go and make things serious and she rolled her eyes.
“Guys, Simon is…”
Whatever denial she was going to say was cut off by the first explosion, which shook the walls of the tunnel. As promised, though, the destruction stayed where it belonged, in the compound, and while the explosion nearly knocked her off her feet, the damage to the tunnel was minimal.
She turned to Jan, whistling through her teeth.
“Damn.”
Still feeling a little dazed, she listened as the discussion unfolded, trying to regain her focus. Looking over to Jan, she gave a little shrug.
“Looks like Simon lost his little earring. Who’s betting we see him back at the Domicile chilling? I bet he beats us all there.”
She laughed uneasily to cover the crack in her voice and faced the tunnel once more, trying to keep the sick dread welling up in her chest from distracting her.
She could hardly resist an evil grin at the discovery that Kyle Evans of all people had ended up in the middle of all of this. She’d had a feeling they would meet again.
“As for Mr. Evans…I bet we could pick him up. How you doin’, Kyle dear? Remember me?”
Remembering that they were supposed to be offing the two scientists, which she really didn’t want to do anyway, she added:
“Uh, not going to get very far if we kill our navigators though.”
Pointing to the two scientists, she barked out questions.
“There’s another sewer exit, right? Closer to the entrance?”
At their nods, she added:
“Get us there.”
She turned to Jan again, speaking firmly.
“He’s fine.”
It was at that point that several things happened at once. Nova didn’t notice much else besides the second explosion, though. The tunnel they had just left flared up with a light that was damn near as bright as the sun, at least by her estimation, and she stood staring at the purging blast of heat for a long moment as the chatter continued over the radio.
“Glad we weren’t standing there…hey guys, want to see if the water’s on fire?”
This last question was directed at the two polluting scientists, who had the grace to look sheepish. She was distracted from further admonishing them, though, when she heard Kyle’s voice, followed by Carols screams.
“Fuck.”
With that succinct assessment of the situation, she urged the scientists forward with one thought in mind.
Get to Simon.
“Guys, Simon is…”
Whatever denial she was going to say was cut off by the first explosion, which shook the walls of the tunnel. As promised, though, the destruction stayed where it belonged, in the compound, and while the explosion nearly knocked her off her feet, the damage to the tunnel was minimal.
She turned to Jan, whistling through her teeth.
“Damn.”
Still feeling a little dazed, she listened as the discussion unfolded, trying to regain her focus. Looking over to Jan, she gave a little shrug.
“Looks like Simon lost his little earring. Who’s betting we see him back at the Domicile chilling? I bet he beats us all there.”
She laughed uneasily to cover the crack in her voice and faced the tunnel once more, trying to keep the sick dread welling up in her chest from distracting her.
She could hardly resist an evil grin at the discovery that Kyle Evans of all people had ended up in the middle of all of this. She’d had a feeling they would meet again.
“As for Mr. Evans…I bet we could pick him up. How you doin’, Kyle dear? Remember me?”
Remembering that they were supposed to be offing the two scientists, which she really didn’t want to do anyway, she added:
“Uh, not going to get very far if we kill our navigators though.”
Pointing to the two scientists, she barked out questions.
“There’s another sewer exit, right? Closer to the entrance?”
At their nods, she added:
“Get us there.”
She turned to Jan again, speaking firmly.
“He’s fine.”
It was at that point that several things happened at once. Nova didn’t notice much else besides the second explosion, though. The tunnel they had just left flared up with a light that was damn near as bright as the sun, at least by her estimation, and she stood staring at the purging blast of heat for a long moment as the chatter continued over the radio.
“Glad we weren’t standing there…hey guys, want to see if the water’s on fire?”
This last question was directed at the two polluting scientists, who had the grace to look sheepish. She was distracted from further admonishing them, though, when she heard Kyle’s voice, followed by Carols screams.
“Fuck.”
With that succinct assessment of the situation, she urged the scientists forward with one thought in mind.
Get to Simon.
Ginnie
18 years ago
Ginnie was no more than a few blocks away when Carol's screams rang in her ear. Simon was alive. Tears began to leak out of the sides of her eyes, as she became more focus and got the twelve other vampires counting on her home and underground.
((Ginnie out))
((Ginnie out))
Alexandra
18 years ago
As the panic erutped around her Alex decided to run for it, the panic of the people around her clawing at her like a monster, gasping she did the only thing that felt right, run, run as fast as she could toward the domicile.. maybe she would be safe in her new home.. if it still was her home..
((ooc Alexandra out))
((ooc Alexandra out))
Valentine
18 years ago
Why did she suddenly think this had been the wrong time to move to Nachton? Val basically hid in the back of the van, thinking Alec had the right idea about hiding under a blanket and tried to process everything she’d seen and heard. It wasn’t working.
No, not working at all. Instead, she chose to just let Ginnie get them the hell out of Dodge and wonder how she was going to get her car back.
((OOC… out))
No, not working at all. Instead, she chose to just let Ginnie get them the hell out of Dodge and wonder how she was going to get her car back.
((OOC… out))