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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Feb 26, 2008 13:58:25 GMT -5
It's late on a Friday, and things are going as slow as they can go, for New York that is. Shifter's has the standard party going on, and the nightlife is alive and well; partiers are reveling and the shifter population seems to be all hanging around the highly regarded nightclub.
JP serves the drinks cold and fast, and Alan keeps the dancers and the crowd hot! Somewhere in the throng, a few men in black trenchcoats and black fedoras are eyeballing a few other partiers who are swaying tails of various animals.
Outside in the larger area, a lone man stands atop a roof, and just smiles.
"...click...click...boom"
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Post by coon on Mar 3, 2008 12:53:31 GMT -5
Jennifer is in the crowd, enjoying one of JP's drinks as she listens to the music pulse from her seat at the table. It's all quite enjoyable...and perhaps a bit thrilling. She sniffed the air some, wondering just how many of the people here were shifters, and how many were human patrons having no idea any of her kind were here. Without shifting herself though, determining scents is likely impossible to do with all the moving bodies around.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Mar 3, 2008 16:58:38 GMT -5
The pounding nightlife inside the club is completely oblivious to the man outside...laying in wait. Eyes watch every motion that occurs around the perimiter of the club, a finger resting cooly on the trigger guard of some ungodly rifle.
"...click..."
Inside, JP delivers another drink to some random chick at a table. It's Jennifer, not that he'll remember right now. His mind on his work and his woman, JP is as cold as the icy handprints he leaves behind on the glasses and mugs of beer he serves. "Enjoy yer drink, Ma'am."
Outside still...the being with the rifle waits. "...click..."
And then he spots what he wants. With a grin, he pulls the trigger, "...boom." The young male who exited the club blinks at the sharp pain in his side...then sinks to the ground. The silver nitrate round bleeding liquid silver onto the ground as he dies from a gunshot to the liver.
Sirens echo as the bouncer calls the cops. No-one inside could have any idea the terror brewing outside, waiting to destroy their fun.
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Post by coon on Mar 4, 2008 18:25:16 GMT -5
As both a shifter and a police officer in training, Jennifer can tell something is wrong almost right away. The mood towards the front of the nightclub seems to change...there's the smell of blood and maybe even silver on the wind that drafts in from the open door. Stealthily leaving her table, she will make her way towards the front of the establishment to see what the problem is, wondering if there's anything she can do to help. She'll inform the bouncer of her status as a rookie cop, careful to stay out of direct line of sight to anyone who might be lurking outside.
Her first instinct is to drag the downed man back into the club, but if he smells dead, she isn't going to touch him. She wasn't going to so foolishly endanger her own life, especially if the assassin had the foresight to use nitrate rounds. Whoever was on the other end of the trigger knew this was a shifter hangout...and wether he had a mark on the dead man or was hunting her kind in general remained to be seen. She hoped it was the former; her father had told her some of the stories about the zealots from the history of her kind.
Time to behave as a first responder. She'll do her best to keep the crowd in control, isolating the area until the police arrive, informing others to stay in the building. She tries to do everything by the book, as much as an off-duty officer trainee can, anyways; fortunately, she can hear the sirens approaching in the distance, and she allows herself to relax some. The review board might give her a commendation for her actions here, but she didn't feel up to self-congratulation as she stood watching the young man turn into fresh meat.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Mar 7, 2008 12:33:22 GMT -5
JP storms over, the wrapping around his left arm coming apart a bit and exposing his biomechanical replacement slightly as he kneels down and checks the mess outside the front door.
"An' you called the cops in, right? SCD's on it's way?"
The bouncer nods and then points over at the girl checking the crime scene.
"Hey, you ain't supposed to fuck around with the crimescene, lady. Ain't you ever seen CSI?"
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Post by coon on Mar 7, 2008 16:09:36 GMT -5
Jennifer frowns over at the bouncer.
"I'm with the police; off duty.", she says indignantly. "I'm here to make sure others don't mess up the crime scene."
She looks over at JP curiously, but doesn't say anything farther.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Mar 7, 2008 21:58:40 GMT -5
"Don't mind Jack, he's just makin' sure nobody screws with SCD's turf."
JP Smiles carefully and looks over the body. "...so you're with NYPD? Or are you onna' Luke's boys?"
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Post by coon on Mar 12, 2008 20:45:17 GMT -5
Jennifer nods in response to the Luke's Boys comment.
"I'm not in either yet, but I'm getting there. I need to make basic training and pass the competencies first. I actually have a review coming up, believe it or not."
She sighs and half-smiles over at JP. "Care to make an official statement?"
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Mar 13, 2008 15:33:33 GMT -5
JP rolls his eyes, flexing his mechanized replacement hand in mild frustration. .oO(Always on my night, jeez.)
"I don't know...if you're not officially a cop, I don't know if I officially gotta talk t'you. But off th' record, this sumbitch got shot. An' he's dead. An'...he ain't human, an' neither are you."
JP smirks, giving her the eyeball as he says all this.
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Post by coon on Mar 30, 2008 20:03:56 GMT -5
Jennifer chuckles, looking back up at JP.
"Very astute. Maybe -you- should be the detective?", she teases.
She smirks over at him before looking back down at the dead fellow.
"I just wish I knew what this was. Makes me feel this place isn't safe to hang out at any more."
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Apr 2, 2008 21:27:01 GMT -5
Somewhere above, the sniper grins to himself as he reads the lips through the sight. Yes, he's reading lips through a sight.
"Ain't nowhere safe, chicky...and you're next."
He pulls on the trigger slowly, and fires off another shot. This one, sadly goes wide just a bit as JP moves his arm into the line of fire to grab something. A very heavy and hard THUNK! echoes briefly as JP takes a silver bullet in the mechanical arm.
"...ow?"
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Post by coon on Apr 5, 2008 16:46:20 GMT -5
Jennifer gasps and grabs JC's arm, her eyes following an imaginary line from the dent up at the angle where the bullet came in on, trying to see if she can't spot the sniper before she pushes him out of the doorway. It should all take only a few seconds, and she'll move JC and herself behind a wall whether she can find the sniper or not.
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Apr 9, 2008 11:02:01 GMT -5
JP is moved bodily around behind a wall for what he feels is no good reason, the signifigant dent in his left arm already 'healing' on it's own.
"What th' hell?! I didn' do shit t' nobody an' now I'm a goddamn target."
JP growls to himself and tries to calm down...meanwhile, Jenn will have little to no luck locating the sniper atop a building so far away.
Atop that building, nearly 7 blocks distant at least, a lone gunman laughs to himself. The impossible weapon lain out carefully at his feet. "click...click...boom"
"Seriously, lady, what the HELL just happened?"
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Post by coon on Apr 9, 2008 14:01:20 GMT -5
Jennifer points at his arm. "You were shot."
oO(What is that thing, anyways? It can't be real, but it's healing...), she thinks.
She glances over at the doorway before leaning in to whisper in his ear: "We need to get all the shifters out of here, we aren't safe here." She finds herself worrying that maybe the sniper is just trying to box them in until his friends could arrive to slaughter them. Where were those police when you needed them?
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Post by JP SylvrWolfe on Apr 10, 2008 15:17:39 GMT -5
JP eyes his left arm and frowns. "Damn...lucky me that it was just...anyway, not important. I'm afraid that all the exits lead out here, to the street area."
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