Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 20:50:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/D1sast3r_SF/SFBay_zps69e76500.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Disaster San Francisco<br>- City Life - </strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">"San Francisco is one of the great cultural plateaus of the world. <br>One of the really urbane communities in the United States.<br>One of the truly cosmopolitan places and for many, many years, <br>it always has had a warm welcome for human beings from all over the world." <br>~ <strong>Duke Ellington</strong></div><br><br>Main IC Thread<br>Please use tags:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]&lt;insert character name&gt;[/b]<br>[b]&lt;current location&gt;[/b]<br>[b]&lt;who you're with&gt;[/b]<br>[hr]<br></code></pre><br><span class="bbc_u">Links</span><br>OOC &amp; Character Sheet Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175013.0)<br>City Life (Main IC Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175020.0)<br>Couple 1 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175025.0)<br>Couple 2 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175026.0)<br>Couple 3 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175027.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 21:13:37</strong>
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				<strong>Friday Evening May 24, 2013</strong><br><hr><div align="center">(http://www.cliffhouse.com/ch_accessible/ac_home/images/cliff_house.jpg)</div>The three couples are meeting for a late dinner at The Cliff House on the other side of the city. It's a famous restaurant with scenic ocean views. Our couples will be seated around a large round table with plush cushioned chairs, and outdoors on the stone terrace facing the ocean. <br><br>The ocean breezes are warm with a current temperature of 20c/68f and clear skies.<br><br>((Actual restaurant with menu list: http://www.cliffhouse.com (http://www.cliffhouse.com)))<br><hr><hr><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 22:31:36</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>waiting for the others...</strong><br><hr><br>Sana was dressed casually with a black blazer rolled up around the sleeves, white bikini strapped camisole with lace trim that plunged to a v-neck, a pair of faded jeans, and sneakers. It's not that she didn't like dressing up or anything, it's just that she knew all the people coming so she felt a bit more casual with them.<br><br>Her long dark brown hair flipped in the warm breezes blowing in off the ocean. A waiter approached.<br><br>He said, "Good evening, Ms Lysenko. Would you care to order from our wine menu before the other guests arrive?"<br><br><strong>"No, that's okay, Mayson is just in the parking lot. She'll be joining shortly. I don't want to be presumptuous and order for them.... Oh wait. Actually, I changed my mind. I'll take a Kraken Rum on ice while I wait."</strong> <br><br>Her day had been a little hectic so she figured it might be a good idea to toss back a glass of rum before the others arrived. Although she knew them all, she didn't know them that well. <em>Maybe it's a good idea I take the edge off before anyone gets here,</em> she thought.<br><br>The waiter arrived back quickly with her rum. Sana was relived that it got there so quickly. She took a drink and realized it was going down smooth. One drink, then another and soon she had tossed it all back. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to look through the glass windows back into the restaurant to see if the others were arriving. Mayson had probably got stuck on a phone call. <br><br>Sana's pupils dilated as she felt the warmth of the rum wash over her. With shoulders relaxed now, her body eased back into the plush cushions of the chair. She smiled as warm as she felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 05:41:45</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>With Sana, waiting for the others</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"Yeah, okay mom. I gotta go now, I'll call you tomorrow. No, I've already kept Sana waiting long enough..."</strong> Mayson heard the distinctive little beeping sound that her cellphone made whenever a call was dropped. <strong>"Love you too..."</strong> she added to herself sarcastically. Her father was more accepting, but there was never any quicker way of getting rid of her mom than bringing up Sana. Not because of Sana in particular, of course, since she and Mayson's mother had never even met, but because Sana was obviously not a man. <br><br>Sighing, the blonde gave herself a quick once-over in the white Audi A6's vanity mirror before getting out and heading towards the restaurant. The situation with her mom was one of the more stressful things that Mayson had to manage, and she didn't really have a choice either, because it wasn't like she could just cut herself off from her parents. Well, technically she imagined that she could, but she didn't want to. Still, it really pained her that they weren't supportive, her mother especially, and also that she had to keep lying to Sana and making excuses about why she couldn't meet them. Ironic how she made a living out of dealing with and smoothing over all sorts of problems and yet was unable to really even face this one, though not quite in an amusing way.<br><br>Mayson tried to push those thoughts aside as she walked through The Cliff House's doors; tonight was supposed to be about having a fun evening with her wonderful girlfriend and some good company, not worrying about that whole mess. She happened to bump into one of the restaurant's hostesses that she'd gotten to know pretty well on her way in, and after exchanging a couple of kisses on the cheek and some brief pleasantries, the girl brought her to Sana's table on the terrace, saving Mayson the trouble of searching around herself. <br><br>She glanced down at the almost empty glass on the table which still contained visible traces of golden brown liquor, then knowingly back up at Sana, but of course it was all in good fun. Mayson knew that her girlfriend could get a little bit antsy sometimes when she managed to pull her out of her evil engineering lair, so she was just glad to see that Sana was apparently in high spirits. That drink must have really hit the spot!<br><br>Mayson took a seat on Sana's right and edged her chair a little closer towards the brunette so that she could wrap her arms around one of Sana's and rest her head on the girl's shoulder. She took a deep, appreciative breath of fresh air and said, <strong>"It's so nice out today! I'm really happy that we're doing this, thanks for indulging me. You're the best."</strong> Mayson nuzzled against Sana a little closer and gave her a quick kiss on the side of the neck before repositioning herself upright in her chair.<br><br>They probably made a slightly odd couple (beyond the obvious) with their clashing styles. Mayson clearly liked dressing up more, and on this particular day she'd gone with a floor-length maroon skirt with a slit on the side going up to mid-thigh, a loose knitted white jumper that sparkled slightly in the sunlight and a pair of classic black high heel sandals with thin straps. Admittedly, she also kind of liked it when her girlfriend dressed up too just because she took a bit of guilty pleasure from showing her off, but then again Sana did dress up for her at home pretty often in that magical lingerie that Mayson loved so much, and she also loved the idea of kind of having Sana all to herself in that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 07:03:40</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>The Beautiful Danielle, Meeting the others for dinner</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"Aye sir, no sir,"</strong><br><br>His eyes scaned the three custom made bookshelves adorning the far wall of the beautifully decorated bedroom.&nbsp; &nbsp; Some of the shelves held slidding glass doors encasing antiques and relics the young man had come to fancy while at sea.&nbsp; His eyes drifted from a photo of the docks from six and a half months ago.&nbsp; A six month deployment across the ocean to another country, another world, a dangerous place to be.&nbsp; This photo however was his favorite, she was always good with that camera even when she wasn't behind it.&nbsp; It captured their passion as he was planting a big loving kiss on her lips.<br><br><strong>"I understand sir"</strong><br><br>He was repromoted to Lt. Commander and assigned to a small seal team based out the San Fransisco Bay area.&nbsp; It was a joyous thing for him however they all knew what his job was.&nbsp; Then came six months of war, bullets flying, people dying, just utter madness.&nbsp; It was good to be home, good to have her, she held him together and kept him sane.&nbsp; His eyes drifted to the ceiling as he continued his phone convorsation.&nbsp; The bed, their bed, which he was laying across was comfortable as he nodded in accordance to the conversation as if someone would see him.&nbsp; Six months across the world from her passed slowly, but he took full advantage of being on leave for the whole month they would alot him.&nbsp; <br><br><strong> "I promise sir, good night sir"</strong><br><br>He hung up the Samsung galaxy phone and slowly rose from the bed adjusting the flat black vest he decided to wear accompanying his light blue buttoned up shirt.&nbsp; He began to roll the sleves of the shirt while looking the jeans he chose over in the mirror.&nbsp; When he was finally satisfied with how he looked he left the room to accompany the beautiful lady that had come to accept him and all his flaws.&nbsp; <strong> "Hey beautiful, your boyfriend is stuck on the phone with your father,"</strong> he motioned back towards the room he just left jokingly <strong> "so he sent me in his place"</strong> He gave his sly charasmatic smirk as he always did before gathering his wallet and keys to leave. <strong> "you look pretty tonight, and this outfit looks,"</strong> he pursed his lips as he remembered the first time he saw her in that jacket, the day she wanted to kill him.&nbsp; His smile grew wider as he shut and locked the door.<br><hr><br>The sun was warm as the motorcycle carried the two passangers towards their destination.&nbsp; It was beautiful day, which made it an even better day to ride the bike.&nbsp; He loved that machine, some would say more than Dani, but he'd never admit for fear of her wrath, plus gas was cheaper in a bike versus taking a bus or buying a car.&nbsp; Above all though, he loved the feeling of Danielles arms wrapped around him holding onto him, he loved being the one she felt protected with.&nbsp; As the couple pulled up to the front of the resturante they recognized the tail end of the blonde walking through the enterance.&nbsp; Tristyn pulled the bike up to doors as he stoped the machine and kept its balance for her to slip off. <strong> "ill see you inside"</strong> he spoke after lifting his visor.&nbsp; Soon he was off to park the bike.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 09:33:37</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>With Tristyn, meeting the others for dinner</strong><br><strong>Danielle's Jacket (http://www.shelikes.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/300x375/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/2/8/280942.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>It was beautiful day. No cloud hovering in the sky, not even the infamous fog of San Francisco. Every view from their apartment was picturesque, but Danielle did not need to have her camera to capture the moment. Not even the sunset forming an "omega" shape on the horizon piqued her interest. The windows, only slightly adorned by subtle curtains, were like animated paintings which change every time you moved and at different times of the day. The evening near, so the orange hue near the horizon and the red-orange crowning the hills faded into a darkening blue as it faded into the sky.<br><br>Danielle stood looking out the window that led out onto the balcony. She smiled, hearing the oh so familiar voice of Tristyn, her Navy Seal boyfriend. She could only remember that day two years ago when the United States Navy came into port in the city by the bay. It was Fleet Week and probably the most memorable week she had with Tristyn. Now she had him for a month. She had missed him when he was away, but her longing for him faded when he came back. He'd visit for a day or so, then had to leave. But how well they used their time when they were together. With a camera always on hand, Danielle made it her purpose to capture fleeting moments like those. No one ever knew when something bad was going to happen.<br><br>Yet Danielle wasn't one hundred percent joyous that she was going to have dinner with Tristyn and their neighborhood friends. The thing that robbed her joy was something on her mind. She had received a disturbing message on her phone a few days ago. Nothing bad was going to happen to her or to the love of her life, at least, not medically. She pulled her Sony Xperia TL out of her pocket and search for that one message from a number she did not recognize. As she looked down at the words on the screen, her heart sank and she had to take a deep breath to keep from passing out and fainting. No way Tristyn would want her to call this whole dinner off. No, I have to stay sane here. This won't hurt you, Danielle, she encouraged herself.<br><br>When she heard Tristyn's voice coming out of the bedroom, she stashed her phone into her jacket pocket and turned around. It was the one thing that always put a smile on her face. Yes, it annoyed her the first time, but every time Tristyn teased or made a joke, Danielle always had time and energy to smile. While she kept Tristyn sane, he in turn kept her optimistic and joyous. The joy that was robbed by the message on her phone returned with her boyfriend's comment about her outfit. In fact, she wore the exact same jacket the time when they had their first date together. It was a destiny fulfilled, her jacket memory in Tristyn's vault of memories. She walked over to the man handsomely dressed and embraced him. She felt the warmth and remembered how much she loved this dude and how much he loved her back. Pushing away from him, she asked, "Are we ready to go?" A couple nods and a small kiss later, and they were off and out the door.<br><hr><br>Even though the sun was completing its hiding game beyond the horizon, the air whooshing past her was warm. What was warmer was the body she was holding. Holding tight as to not get separated, for in any case, she wanted to stay together with Tristyn forever. Danielle was used to the bike leaning left and right as it made its way towards Ocean Beach. She remembered the day she took Tristyn to this beach. Never did she know that there was a restaurant just up the coast. As they pulled up to the restaurant, a nice, bright and quaint building overlooking the Pacific Ocean and the vast sands of Ocean Beach, they say a familiar figure enter through the front door. Tristyn slowed the bike to a halt near the door and kept the bike balanced. Danielle swung her heeled boot over the tail end of the bike and before going for the door, she secured her helmet to the seat behind Tristyn. Waving to her boyfriend as she pulled out of the driveway, looking for a place to park, she turned on her heel and went for the doors.<br><br>The hostess at the door approached her, asking if she was with a party. "Yes, I'm part of Miss Lysenko's party," she responded. Danielle was directed to the terrace on the other side of the building. She made her way there and upon opening the door, spotted Sana and Mayson already seated at a round table. "Hey, bitches," she jokingly greeted her two friends. Upon laying her eyes on Sana nearing a wasted state, she added, "Damn girl, you couldn't wait for the rest of us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 16:47:29</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>/w Mayson, joined by Danielle and Tristyn...</strong><br><hr><br><em>Mayson said, "It's so nice out today! I'm really happy that we're doing this, thanks for indulging me. You're the best." Mayson nuzzled against Sana a little closer and gave her a quick kiss on the side of the neck before repositioning herself upright in her chair.</em><br><br><strong>"Anything for you... Damn, you smell so good, Mayson. I could just eat you for dinner."</strong> Sana's eyes sparkled as she looked over the beautiful Mayson. With a not so sly motion she slipped her hand across and under the slit of Mayson's maroon skirt. Her skin was like silk, an electro-magnetic silk that she just couldn't keep her hands off. Sana slid her hand up along Mayson's thigh and she had no real intention of stopping there. A hunger stirred inside and her heart started to race.<br><br>Mayson might have stopped her, or might not have. Sana would never know...<br><br><em>Danielle said, "Hey, bitches," (as) she jokingly greeted her two friends. Upon laying her eyes on Sana nearing a wasted state, she added, "Damn girl, you couldn't wait for the rest of us?"</em><br><br><strong>"No, no, nothing like that. However, I'm not driving tonight. She is. So if we wanted to..."</strong> She drew out the last word as if waiting for Mayson's approval. Sana played it up by staring at Mayson with big pleading doe eyes. Then stuck her tongue out playfully.<br><br>Turning back to Danielle. <strong>"Where's that chiseled Greek god you call a boyfriend anyways? Did that old rustbucket of a bike break down in the parking lot? You know I could hook him up with a real bike."</strong> Her teasing was more for Tristyn's ears but she couldn't resist the urge even when he wasn't there. Sana of course had a state of the art, prototype engine designed Yamaha R6 racing bike.. she loved that thing. Then again, it was what she did for a living.<br><br>Sana grinned mischievously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 23:35:39</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>With Sana and Danielle</strong><br><hr><br><em>"Anything for you... Damn, you smell so good, Mayson. I could just eat you for dinner."</em><br><br>Mayson couldn't help but chuckle and smile merrily as she let her hand roam along her girlfriend's lower back, a warm and pleasant sensation filling her up and practically making her glow thanks to Sana saying that she would do anything for her. The second part was a nice bonus as well! In fact, one of the reasons why the blonde liked dragging her lover out to places with her was because she knew that it tended to really get Sana in the mood, making her eager to get home so that they could enjoy some intimacy together.<br><br>Sometimes it even worked so well that neither of them could wait, and this was apparently one of those times since Sana's hand was expertly caressing her thigh, inching its way further and further up as the blood rushed between Mayson's legs in anticipation. The thought of stopping Sana hadn't even crossed her mind, but Danielle's arrival ended up making that happen regardless. Probably for the better before they got too carried away in the middle of the restaurant, although the fantasy would continue to linger in Mayson's head afterwards.<br><br>Standing up to greet their friend, Mayson purposely made a subtle little detour by her girlfriend's ear to whisper, <strong>"Get through dinner and you can have me for dessert,"</strong> before going over to hug and kiss Dani. They'd met through work when Dani had been working on a piece about one of Mayson's clients but had quickly hit it off after a business lunch, keeping in touch and becoming good friends. <br><br><strong>"Hey honey, how've you been? You always abandon me whenever Mr. Adonis comes home and I don't hear from you,"</strong> Mayson commented jokingly, adding on to what Sana had said before pretending to pout at Dani, and quite evocatively at that thanks to her plump lips. Of course, she didn't hold it against her friend at all and understood perfectly, or at least she tried to. Mayson couldn't picture herself going without Sana for a few days, let alone weeks or, god forbid, months! <strong>"Seriously though, it's nice to see you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 08:19:07</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>With Sana and Mayson</strong><br><hr><br><em>"Where's that chiseled Greek god you call a boyfriend anyways? Did that old rustbucket of a bike break down in the parking lot? You know I could hook him up with a real bike,"</em> Sana shot back.<br><br><strong>"Funny Sana. Who knows, maybe he had one of yours chopped up and transplanted in his bike,"</strong> Danielle said, taking a seat opposite the two lustbirds. <br><br>When the waiter arrived to order her drink, she told the man, "I'll just have a water. Thank you."<br><br>She turned her head slightly towards Mayson and responded to her comment. <strong>"Whenever Tristyn comes home, I would want to use every precious moment to love him. You probably know what I'm talking about, Mayson,"</strong> she said, remembering the countless times where she was alone and missing the love of her life. When they met, they annoyed each other, but as time passed, they grew inseparable. <strong>"And now he's home on leave for a month, so I'm not in the mood to slack off in our relationship. As for me, I'm absolutely fine now that I have Tristyn here with me."</strong> Danielle momentarily turned her head over her shoulder, wondering what could be taking Tristyn so long in the parking lot. It didn't look like this place was too crowded. She did spot a couple empty tables near the front of the restaurant. Could it be that the other two in their party had arrived and they're just greeting each other at the door. <strong>"You know, where is Mr. and Mrs. Simon? Did they say what time they'll be coming?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 15:33:38</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>/w Mayson, Danielle, (Tristyn still out in the parking lot)</strong><br><hr><br><em>Danielle said, "You know, where is Mr. and Mrs. Simon? Did they say what time they'll be coming?"</em><br><br><strong>"Her flight was probably late or something. I think we should order as soon as Tristyn gets to the table."</strong> Sana's shoulders shook as she laughed, <strong>"What?! I'm hungry. All I've been able to think about all afternoon was Sonoma Baby Greens and Spinach Ricotta."</strong> Her backside slid down into the chair like a petulant child with slumped defeated shoulders. <strong>"I'm so hungry,"</strong> she drew out the words as she spoke.<br><br>With a puff of breath she huffed, slid back up right into the chair, and looked from side to side scanning for the waiter. Her hands fidgeted with the lapel of her coat. For a moment eye contact was made with Mayson so she tossed her a playful wink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 03:47:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>The Beautiful Danielle, Meeting the others for dinner</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>The bike sat idleing as he stood there stradling it so it wouldn't fall to either side.&nbsp; His helmet hung strapped in near Danielles as his green eyes shifted towards a few cars in the lot then back to the front of the resturant.&nbsp; With shaking hands he ran them through his soft blonde hair neetly croped like every other soldier or sailor one would see.&nbsp; In the nose, out the mouth came his breath as he toed the kickstand up and slowly slipped from the kawasaki ninja.&nbsp; He flattened his croped hair nervously again as he stepped towards the door, however after three feet he stopped, turned, and sprinted back to the bike. <br><br><strong>"can I do this?"</strong> he spoke aloud as he paced about the bike.&nbsp; <em>'YES! you fool, she is everything to you, dont be such a pussy!'</em> His mind screamed at him as he turned, gulped and proceeded to the front of the resturante.&nbsp; He only stopped to adjust his vest, and with a deep breath he walked through the doors inside the building.&nbsp; <br><br>He was met with smiles by the waitresses as he maid his way to the waitress station <strong> "hello ladies,"</strong> he smiled his same charasmatic smile as he they greated him.&nbsp; <strong> "can you tell me where my lovely counterpart is as well as put the tables bill on my card" </strong>&nbsp; Within minuets he was giving his information to pay for dinner.&nbsp; Afterwards a young waiter showed him towards the balcony leaving him at the doors that exited outside.&nbsp; Through the glass doors he could see the lovely ladies sitting around a table, others were scattered across the balcony but his eyes were only focused on their table.&nbsp; Gulping he patted the hidden pocket in his vest <strong> "Here we go Memaw"</strong> the words slipped from his lips quietly as he pushed through the doors.<br><br>Approaching the table he shook the nervousness from his face replacing it with his oh so famous charasmatic smile. <strong> "Ello ladies,"</strong> his subtle irish accent came through as he continued with his smirk <strong> "im lookin' for three beautiful ladies, not quiet as pretty as you three, but they're still up there, have you seen em by chance?"</strong>&nbsp; looking towards Dani he winked at her playfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 05:19:02</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>With Sana, Mayson and Tristyn</strong><br><hr><br>Danielle caught the playful wink and winked back in response. She decided she was going to be playful as well and who else to have fun with other than her man, Tristyn? Knowing his Irish roots, she stood and met him with a finger on his lips. <em><strong>"Keep your voice down, baby,"</strong></em> she whispered, getting into the act. <strong>"You know that when the sun goes, that little bitch, the Pooka, likes to mess with you head. Don't tell anyone, but I found her. She's right over there."</strong> She gestured her head towards Sana.<br><br>Before Tristyn could respond, Danielle again covered his mouth, though with the whole of her hand. <strong>"But she's not the only visitor. It's a good thing no one here has a child, since you know those Changelings..."</strong> she trailed off, directing her joke towards Mayson. <strong>"But you've been warned. You know her as a loud bitch that looks like a ratchet, but tonight, she's quiet and sexy and ready to start this night off right. Drinks on Mr. Phoenix!"</strong> she shouted encouraging cheers from the other two women. She pulled Tristyn into an empty chair and gladly sat in his lap. If Sana and Mayson was going to be comfortable, she might as well be too.<br><br><strong>"How was my banshee impersonation?"</strong> Danielle asked, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and grabbing her glass of water with her other hand, taking a small sip of it before setting it down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 14:23:39</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Simon-Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong> With Danielle, Tristyn, Mayson and Sana</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"Come on, come on, some people have places to be at!".</strong> <br><br>Michelle was a calm person in the cockpit but behind the wheel she suffered from severe road rage and every wait longer than a few seconds triggered it.<br><br><strong>"Stupid old lady!"</strong><br><br>The blue BMW shot through traffic and Michelle was fully expecting for a police car to show up next to her, delaying her even more than she already was. Because of their very recent break up, Michelle wasn't sure if her friends were already informed about the breakup with Andrew and she dreaded having to tell them. It would probably be more of a shock to them than it had been for her and Andrew.<br><br>One advantage about it was that she now had more freedom for international flights without having to feel guilty about not being home other than to Bingles the cat, who didn't really mind if she was home as long as he'd get his food. For now though, she had three days off after this flight before flying to Europe.<br><br><strong>"Oh thank fuck for that,"</strong> she cursed out as she finally turned onto the parking lot of the bistro house and parked the car. She got out, locked the car and hurried inside.<br><br>She told the doorman she was here for Sana and when he said he was expecting two more, Michelle just gave him an angry look.<br><strong>"Yes there should be two, but I'm alone. Life sucks. If you find anybody interested, send him over. Will you show me the table now?"</strong><br><br>When she saw her friends, she waved and quickly rushed to the table and sat down, hoping to avoid any questioning looks at Andrew's absence.<br><strong>"Sorry I'm late guys. Weather in Denver acted up and we had some massive delays. I need a drink."</strong><br><br>She waved at a waiter and looked at the girls.<br><br><strong>"You already ordered?"</strong><br><br>Maybe if she'd keep taking the initiative, they wouldn't ask. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 15:18:15</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>/w Mayson, Danielle, Tristyn, Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Tristyn finally got inside. He played it off all charming like with a,<em> "ello ladies."</em> Danielle practically bounced off her chair like she got a hot foot. She went on playfully. Then she said something about free drinks which brought out a cheer from Sana and a raised empty glass. <br><br>If Sana was honest, she only barely paid attention. It's not that she was trying to be rude but her mind was on Michelle, who was late. Sana had a sinking feeling. She had talked to Michelle a few days ago and things didn't seem right. Michelle wouldn't say it but lately she was showing up without Andrew, more and more often. It was understandable, she was a pilot, he was a cop, those schedules did not mesh well at all. Something wasn't right though.<br><br>Danielle was still talking and asked how her banshee impersonation was? Sana was only a fraction away from giving a sarcastic response when Michelle arrived.<br><br>Michelle waved at a waiter and looked at the girls,<em> "You already ordered?"</em><br><br><strong>"Not at all, Tristyn just got in before you did and he looks like he's about to make a speech... I'm hoping it involves a stand up routine. I could use a laugh."</strong> Sana looked Michelle over, <strong>"Cute dress but you look a little frazzled. Is there a body somewhere we need to bury for you?...&nbsp; See guys, I told you she drives like a maniac. It was bound to happen eventually.&nbsp; Seriously, you look like you just got off a long flight. Why don't you have a few drinks, relax, then you can catch a drive home with Mayson and I afterwards?"</strong><br><br>Sana didn't wait before continuing, she turned back to Tristyn and held up her glass again. <strong>"Speech speech speech!... Drinks drinks drinks!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 21:21:49</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>With Sana, Danielle, Tristyn and Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>"Whooooo! Drinks!!" Mayson joined in on the little chant as she waved a quick hello to Michelle. She was ready to get up and give her a round of hugs and kisses too, but the girl sat down immediately, foregoing any pleasantries and not giving her the chance. It was a pretty good indication that Michelle wasn't in the best mood, and Sana had apparently picked up on that as well, tactfully offering some support while framing it as if it was just stress from a flight, which it obviously wasn't. Mayson couldn't help but feel a little impressed and proud of her girlfriend for that.<br><br><strong>"Oh sure, go ahead and invite everyone to get wasted while I get to watch you have fun then drive your asses home,"</strong> the blonde interjected, clearly not being serious. <strong>"Wicked little Pooka!"</strong> Mayson poked the tip of Sana's nose lighty as she reused Danielle's term, which she thought made an adorable pet name.<br><br>She waited for the waiter that Michelle had called over to arrive so that they could all order their drinks, not daring to ask whether Andrew was still coming or not. Michelle hadn't mentioned him, and Mayson knew that depressed and angry look quite well, so her guess was that their party had been reduced to five for the night, but she'd wait for confirmation before jumping to conclusions. <br><br>She ordered a blueberry vodka lemonade for herself before reaching across the table and lightly cupping both of her hands over one of Michelle's looking her straight in the eyes with a warm smile. <strong>"So, go anywhere exotic recently? Better yet, do any shopping? Tell me everything, make me jealous!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 22:03:23</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Simon-Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>The Cliffhouse Bistro</strong><br><strong>Danielle, Tristyn, Mayson and Sana</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"I'll have a gin tonic with ice and lemon please."</strong><br><br>She rolled her eyes and laughed a bit at Sana.<br><br><strong>"No frazzled was yesterday. Today I'm passed there." </strong><br><br>When Mayson took Michelle hand she must have noticed the fact that she was no longer wearing her wedding ring. It's always been a rather flashy looking silver golden ring with a blue stone on it and today Michelle's hands were bare and smooth. That should give the hint away.<br><br><strong>"Nowhere near exotic as I would like unfortunately. Today I've only been to Denver and the rest of the week I've been to Chicago, New York and Vegas. Still only flying domestic. But I've had a night over in New York and bought some chocolates. Very good stuff that is, I'll give you some when we see eachother again."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 05:27:01</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>The Beautiful Danielle, Meeting the others for dinner</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>His eyes glared towards Sana. <em>'HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW!?!?!'</em> he screamed in his skull before he cleared his face of any nervousness again.&nbsp; He nuzzled into Danielles neck kissing it softly where she liked it.&nbsp; His favorite thing was to tease her when he got a free chance to, be it in the bedroom or in a public place.&nbsp; Kissing her once more for good measure he turned his attentions back to the nearly drunk Sana.&nbsp; <br><br><strong> "Nothing important to state here,"</strong> he blatently lied <strong> "what I was going to say is that tonights dinner, and yes drinks"</strong> he winked to Sana <strong> "its all on me, so get what pleases you little ladies"</strong><br><br>He smiled at the waitress <strong> "water for me please,"</strong> he nuzzled his beautiful other half once more before whispering <strong> "get what you want ok"</strong><br><br>Green eyes drifted over to their most recent companion as she wore her anger and depression on her sleave.&nbsp; Her recent breakup with Andrew wasn't new news as he heard alot about it from Dani.&nbsp; Tristyn barely knew the guy personally except for the few times they were out as a group.&nbsp; Dani was keen on him trying to make friends outside of his Navy group, but Andrew just seemed, "different" for lack of better words.&nbsp; He was ex Marines, something that rubbed Tristyn the wrong way to begin with.&nbsp; However, usually it wasn't a good thing when two overly pompous arse's were in the same room.&nbsp; Either they meshed well and fed off eachother, or they clashed.&nbsp; And truthfully Tristyn didn't feel them feeding off one another.<br><br>He sighed feeling bad for the woman sitting across from him.&nbsp; She was supposed to be happily married, but now this life, her life fell apart. <em>'Should I be doing this?'</em> he questioned his intentions as he began to zone out in his head, something he was found often to do. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 09:31:02</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>The Hunky Tristyn, Sana, Mayson and Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Danielle loved it when Tristyn unexpectedly joked about, but she adored the way that, without any warning whatsoever, he showed his affection in public. She wasn't ashamed of it and loved the attention occasionally. She let him nuzzle and kiss her neck, always finding the spot that would send her near the point of ecstasy. Much experimentation led Tristyn to finding the spot and Danielle couldn't help but moan. The moan would be loud sometimes, leading to awkward moments, but tonight she didn't care, for she was in the presence of friends and colleagues.<br><br>Danielle let go of Tristyn and sat back down in her seat, taking a larger gulp of water. The sound of a door opening directed her attention to the back door of the bistro. Danielle saw Michelle come through the back door to the terrace looking rather not herself. She knew her mood today wasn't because of delayed flights, but of something more personal outside the cabin. When Danielle met Michelle on a walk near Russian Hill where they lived, she was drawn to the happiness that emanated from the newlywed. Such happiness lifted Danielle's spirits and brought up the topic of marriage. Thinking about it then, she was very excited at the thought of Tristyn proposing to her in front of her friends and getting wed in a church surrounded by family, friends, Tristyn's grandmother and their neighbors around Russian Hill. <br><br>When she heard of the divorce, Danielle couldn't believe her ears. How could something so joyous as being married be cut short? She considered Michelle's career as a pilot to have a hand in the break-up, but if Mr. Simon truly loved Michelle, couldn't he overlook that one flaw? She loved Tristyn so much and was willing to overlook the fact that he'd be gone for months at a time. She related to Michelle's dilemma and immediately called her up and consoled her, but there was nothing anyone could do. The papers had been signed and what was done, was final.<br><br>Danielle wondered if her banshee expression had been too much or had gone too far to be just a joke. She didn't believe folklore or superstition all that much, though she had a family background that was bathed in it. Danielle had a feeling her impersonation of a banshee foretold the death of a marriage. Either Michelle's or her future marriage to Tristyn, which she thought much about these days, she wasn't sure. Michelle wasn't even wearing her ring, which told her there was no hope. It seemed a small portion of the joy she had up until this point had escaped her. She thought of the message on her phone. The one she mysteriously received about a month prior to tonight. Instinctively, she felt the hard device through her coat pocket, but dared not to take it out, for fear that it would ruin her mood even more.<br><br>Tristyn's voice snapped her back to reality and to avoid an awkward pose by herself, she reached for the glass of water and chugged the rest of the clear liquid, leaving only melt cubes of ice. <strong>"Can I get a refill, too, please,"</strong> she said to the waiter that took Tristyn's drink order. After Tristyn mentioned to her to get what she wanted, yet knowing that everything was going to be on his bill, she was concerned. She reached for the menus and looked thought them, minding the prices that were listed next to each dish. Finding many of the courses to be over $20, she looked for the cheapest dish, the Cliff House Bistro Burger, despite wanting the salmon dish at the top of the list. At least this dish has garlic fries, Danielle thought as she closed the menu and waited for the waiter to come back with Tristyn's drink and her refill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 22:26:37</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>With Sana, Danielle, Tristyn and Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Being used to dealing with crises, at least those of other people, Mayson managed to keep her cool even as she noticed the lack of a wedding band on Michelle's finger. Showering her with pity would only embarrass her and likely make her feel even worse, so she just gave the girl's hand a few subtle caresses that nobody else would notice before releasing her. <strong>"Great, so tomorrow then? Lunch and shopping, I'll take you to some cool places right here, we don't need to travel thousands of miles to have fun."</strong> Mayson would understand if her friend wasn't feeling up to it, given the circumstances, but she put the invitation out there in case Michelle didn't feel like being alone.<br><br><strong>"Perfect, so I can have the lobster <em>and</em> the steak then!"</strong> Mayson joked as her attention shifted back to everyone else at the table, specifically Tristynn who'd decided that he was taking the bill for some reason. She knew well enough that he'd be too stubborn to be talked out of it, so she didn't bother trying and just accepted the kind gesture. When the waiter returned, though, she settled for the chicken Saltimbocca. <br><br><strong>"So, any special plans now that you're back home?"</strong> she asked Tristyn, or Danielle, whichever of them wanted to answer."I've been trying to convince Sana to take some time off so that we can go on vacation, but she's so hard to pull away from her bikes. Aren't you?" Mayson gave her girlfriend a playful little nudge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 01:28:47</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>/w Mayson, Danielle, Tristyn, Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>She listened to the others and was more then receptive to the idea of Tristyn paying for the food. Sana figured if it made him happy to treat the girls then she was alright with accepting it. Besides she figured those big tough military guys probably all had sensitive egos, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Although she had saw him pout once and it reminded her of a puppy she used to know - cutest thing ever. <br><br>Sana gave it some thought then said, <strong>"Shopping is a great idea, Mayson. We should all head out tomorrow afternoon sometime. There's a new shopping centre just opened up and it's supposed to be designed like a Moroccan oasis with palm trees, and little water falls. ...And I'm not suggesting this at all because I like Moroccan food."</strong> Her expression was of blank innocence. "See, I do too leave my design bench from time to time." She nodded emphatically and tossed Michelle a wink for fun.<br><br>An idea popped into her head, <strong>"Dani, you should totally bring your camera too! Maybe you can write a piece on it or something?"</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 11:13:00</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>With Tristyn, Sana, Mayson and Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>When the waiter came back with two glasses of water, Danielle shot her order for her Bistro Burger to him as well. Mayson's sudden invitation to Michelle diverted her attention from her phone and the message it held. Danielle knew Mayson meant well, trying to encourage her to surround herself with friend even if her significant other wasn't included. She would do the same thing, though the outing wouldn't involve going out and shopping. A nice walk around the neighborhood with her camera around her neck was more of her thing.<br><br>When Sana interjected with another invitation, this time to everybody else, she was instantly interested. More so for the new shopping center that had opened up no more than a week ago. The locals and the other magazines had already reviewed it, a few criticizing the Moroccan architecture and decoration, but most praised it for having a wide selection of shops and boutiques, department stores placed strategically around the center, a built-in movie theatre, and a ground-floor food court, which included local favorites and an international hit with an in-house Moroccan restaurant. It would be a good article, if her boss allowed her to cover it.<br><br>Like a rabbit hearing a rustle in the bush, Danielle diverted her attention to her name being called, by none other than Sana, who suggested the group outing. <em>"Dani, you should totally bring your camera too! Maybe you can write a piece on it or something?"</em><br><strong><br>"I was just thinking about the same thing,"</strong> she excitedly responded to the suggestion. <strong>"I have to run it with my boss first, but I'm sure he'll let me cover the shopping center, the food, and also the movie theatre. I can guarantee that the article will be a multi-page exposé filled lots of pictures. Though, I don't think the place will let me carry my DSLR into the theatre, but I'm sure I'll remember the experience. That reminds me, why don't we watch a movie as part of our little outing?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 10:54:12</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>The cliff house Bistro</strong><br><strong>Trystin, Sana, Mayson and Danielle</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"Yes I think I'd like that." </strong><br>It was true Michelle could really use some quality time with her friends in the city. She had moved to San Francisco but since then, never really bonded with it. Mostly because of the fact she was moving and flying so often but also because her heart still lay in Phoenix where she had spend most of her life. <br><br>After everybody had placed their orders (Michelle went for the steak with salad), she thought about it a bit more. It would be a bit awkward. Even more as tonight. Trystin and Danielle had eachother and Sana and Mayson had eachother and Michelle would feel burdened and the third wheel on the wagon. She quickly ordered another gin tonic after she had basically downed the first in two gulps and slowly started to unfrazzle a bit.<br><br>Soon she began thinking about some of the people she had met during work. Maybe she could ask one of them out once? <em>Do I like them enough though?</em> Whoever it was had the mammoth task to replace Andrew and although their marriage had ended, Michelle still felt they were like soulmates from the moment the met and the divorce still hurt. She still had to sign the papers but somehow doing it felt so definitive. They had agreed that she could keep most of the stuff and the apartment as it was mostly her paycheck that paid for it anyway. Andrew had taken his stuff out while she was flying and when she got home she found her half empty flat. The shopping trip tomorrow would at least lead through some furniture shops tomorrow and she could finally give her feminine touch to the apartment with some plants and accessoires. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 16:58:37</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>The Beautiful Danielle, Meeting the others for dinner</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br><em> 'tea, that'll do it,'</em> <br><br>He thought to himself as he thought about he wanted to eat.&nbsp; The waitress finished with all the girls orders before he spoke up <strong> "thanks ill have what she's having,"</strong>&nbsp; he winked at Danielle as he pointed towards her <strong> "oh and a cup of tea please, no sugar, honey and lemon please"</strong> the young waitress wrote the order down before disappearing.&nbsp; Tristyn was happy that they were together at such an interesting place.&nbsp; Even though he was happy his nerves were still shot though as deep on his mind he contemplated what he should be doing.<br><br>Green eyes found the small and recently separated young lady near them.&nbsp; He smiled to Michelle <strong> "hey you could always come home with us, I'm sure Dani won't mind "</strong>&nbsp; he joked to try and lighten her heart.&nbsp; He felt bad for her for all she's been through and he was sure it was rough on her being the odd one out.&nbsp; <strong> "haha, but seriously of you wantes I got some navy palls I could send your way they're good men with straight heads, theu won't screw you around or they'll have me to answer to"</strong> he smiled sincerely hoping to cheer her up.&nbsp; Plus the perks of being the Lt. Commander of the men he was trying to hook her up with was beneficial.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 00:24:18</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>/w Mayson, Danielle, Tristyn, Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>The meals arrived and Sana gobbled up her Sonoma Baby Greens and Spinach Ricotta. <strong>"I'm so hungry guys, sorry. I feel like a piggy at the trough."</strong> She laughed and went back to eating. A couple of times she paused to ask Dani about her photography, that girl was always taking pictures of the coolest things around town and if she wasn't then she tended to be on the inside for the latest San Francisco gossip. <br><br><em>Photojournalism seems like such a cool fun job</em>, Sana though. <em>Maybe tonight, I'll take a few pictures of my own.</em> She eyed the leggy blond sitting next to her and grinned like she was up to no good.<br><br>She engaged Michelle and suggested that they buy her something a little racy and revealing while at the shopping centre tomorrow. She followed with, <strong>"Wear that to the airport and watch how the passengers react to their pilot."</strong> <br><br>Sana giggled a little over a thought before she spoke up, <strong>"I was talking to this guy who just moved in from the East coast. He's only been with us for the last couple weeks. Anyways... Hey, Tristyn you might appreciate this one... He got to asking questions about Earthquakes and if it was possible to make an Earthquake proof bike. I never laughed so hard at work. This guy actually thought you could stay upright on a bike during a major shaker." </strong><br><br><strong>"I told him that I was driving down freeway during a bad shaker a couple of years ago. I said to him, it felt to me like I was having steering problems so I pulled off to the right. Then I noticed that everyone was trying to pull over.... So I told him if it ever happened to him that he should move into the left hand lane and crank it because it will be the clearest twenty seconds he'll ever have on an San Francisco freeway!"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 00:13:28</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>Having dinner with Tristyn, Sana, Mayson, and Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>When two Bistro Burgers came, Danielle knew it was time to eat and share an identical meal with her babe, Tristyn. This was probably the first meal in awhile where they shared the same feeling, emotion and taste in their mouths. She scooted her chair closer to Tristyn and propped one leg over his and reached for her plate to grab the burger.&nbsp; The weight of the burger told her that this dinner was worth how cheaper it was than the other meals and put it up to her mouth to take a bite. With closed eyes, food moving from cheek to cheek and a embarrassing smile on her face was enough to leave her chuckling at her man. Unexpectedly, she kissed him on the cheek with her greasy lips.<br><br>The little neighborhood family ate and laughed and conversed. Halfway during her meal, her burger still half-eaten, Sana asked her about her photography. <strong>"The magazine has gotten bigger over the past two years, Sana, and it's because of the people who read them and look at the pictures. The only reason I'm still in this job is because people just want more. I'm just doing them a favor and taking pictures of everything,"</strong> she explained about her work. She loved photography, but not as much as she loved Tristyn. One of the reasons she was attracted to the man was that he loved her work and loved how she looked when she worked. Danielle pulled out her phone, activated the camera and gave it to Sana. <strong>"Here, have a go at it. There's not a lot of times where I'm the subject matter of my pictures."</strong> She was right. With all the time spent behind the camera, her lens rarely ever pointed at her. It was those times Tristyn stole the camera from her to take pictures of her untold beauty. Her countless published photos never showed the real beautify behind those photos.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 21:43:30</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>/w Mayson, Danielle, Tristyn, Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Sana took the camera from Dani and happily snapped a couple pictures of Dani and Tristyn together. Then she twisted in her seat and snapped a close up of Mayson as candidly as she could.&nbsp; Mayson was in the middle of doing something so the expression on her face was priceless to the say the least.<br><br>She couldn't resist showing the picture of Mayson to Michelle, all the while trying not to let Mayson catch a glimpse of it. One hand held out to block any sort of oncoming assault.<br><br>Still half laughing she said, <strong>"Wait wait... You guys all get together so I can catch a group photo of you all. Everyone go over next to Dani and snuggle in around Tristyn. We'll make all of his special teams buddies jealous. Show some cleavage and say scandalous!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 23:04:37</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>With Sana, Danielle, Tristyn and Michelle</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"<em>Tss!</em> You're so awful!"</strong> Mayson tapped Sana on the arm with the back of her hand after she told her little story to Tristyn. <strong>"Don't try to get people killed, it isn't nice,"</strong> she added before sighing hopelessly and shaking her head as if Sana was an incorrigible little brat, all in good fun, of course.<br><br>Sana took her revenge for those comments soon enough, of course, catching Mayson while she was concentrated on trying to fold her cloth napkin into a swan like she'd seen somebody do on Youtube. <strong>"Hey!! No!"</strong> The blonde tried to raise her hands up to cover her face after the flash had gone off and she'd noticed what her girlfriend was up to, but it was already too late. <strong>"Oh come on, delete that one, I had my tongue sticking out!"</strong><br><br>Mayson only halfheartedly tried to snatch the camera away, not wanting to risk making Sana drop it since it belonged to Danielle and was no doubt very important and expensive to her, and he attempts were easily blocked by the devilish brunette. She pouted exaggeratedly while Sana showed Michelle the picture, her very expressive eyes, eyebrows and lips making her look super cute and upset, although she actually hoped that it would get laugh out of Michelle.<br><br><strong>"You're sleeping on the couch tonight,"</strong> Mayson told Sana imperiously as she got up to gather around Tristyn with the other girls for a hopefully more flattering picture. Her top didn't allow much in the way of cleavage with it's somewhat conservative neckline that was meant to contrast with her more racy skirt, but she strategically positioned herself a bit to Tristyn's side and angled her body so the slit of her skirt faced the camera, allowing her to tease with a bit of leg. Gingerly placing a hand on Tristyn's shoulder, Mayson tried to make herself seem like his mistress or something just for the purpose of the picture as she spoke the word <strong>"Scandalous."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 23:24:35</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>The cliff house Bistro</strong><br><strong>Trystin, Sana, Mayson and Danielle</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"Oh very charming May,"</strong> Michelle laughed at the picture Sana showed of her girlfriend.<br><strong>"You're a natural San."</strong> <br><br>The food was good and not too much. Most restaurants she had been in around the country had portions that were way too big and Michelle usually had to sent a lot of food back. She was skinny and thin and didn't eat much at all. The steak was perfectly done and the salad was fresh and good and she had to think back to when the last time was she had this good food. Over the course of the evening, Michelle loosened up a bit to her normal self, mostly because of the alcohol but also because of the company. These where her friends and she really felt comfortable around them. However her mind kept going to the Starbucks girl at the airport. The little exotic looking thing.<br><br>Michelle had never made it a secret that she was into girls as well. Together with Andrew they sometimes had a girl they met in the bar that night sleeping in between them. Since Andrew had left her, Michelle had felt a special connection to the Starbucks girl. Maybe she'd ask her to join them for shopping tomorrow, maybe she could help with picking a nice couch and some seats.<br><br><strong>"Sure sure... rub it in." </strong><br>Michelle held her hands under her breasts pushing them up a bit.<br><strong>"What cleavage?"</strong><br><br>Because of her thin and slim build, her breasts were probably the smallest of all the girls here and she liked mocking herself for it. She knelt down next to Trystin on the floor, leaning against his chair and on one knee, leaning slightly forward.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 05:34:18</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>The Beautiful Danielle, Meeting the others for dinner</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>As the night went on he enjoyed the delicious juicy burger that had been laid before him.&nbsp; Every time the young sailor took a bite he practically had an orgasm in his mouth.&nbsp; The others could tell he was enjoying his food a little to much when at points he let out a soft moan with words to follow like "damn thats good!" or "am I in heaven".&nbsp; If questioned he would just protest that his actions are based on the simple fact that he was eating sand over seas for the last 6 months. Even though its only been a week so far of his off time, he's forgetten how great home feels and tatses. He almost finished his food quicker then the rest but slowed as he realized he looked alittle pigish.<br><br>When dinner was over and the group was relaxing he scooted alittle closer to Dani drapping an arm across the back of her chair.&nbsp; Every now and then his hand would softly trail up and down her back while they conversed amongst the group.&nbsp; Soon Tristyn found he was being surrounded by lovely ladies all posing for a photos.&nbsp; Sana stood across from them aiming up the shot as he looked to his lovely girlfriend.&nbsp; <strong>"You know Dani you didn't need to bring all these lovely girls for me, but I won't object"</strong> he winked at her as he finished up his joke.&nbsp; His green eyes shifted between each of the girls slowly before falling on Sana.<br><br><strong> "You know Sana, Dani could set that up on a timer if you wanted in?"</strong> he tried to play it off as if he knew something about photography.&nbsp; Truth was however that Tristyn new nothing of pictures except what little he's learned from Danielle.&nbsp; She was the true miracle worker behind the buttons of the camera.&nbsp; <br><br>The Flash of the lights blinded him slightly but soon enough after a few photos with whomever in them he found it was finally time to speak.&nbsp; He stood up slowly as the group of girls were talking to one another.&nbsp; His eyes traveled across the baslcony. <em> 'ok, an older couple over their, a buisness meeting there, ten people total, why does it feel crowded here'</em> His mind raced as his hands shook.&nbsp; Nervousness was taking over,&nbsp; but he was a soldier, a warrior who had seen action, had taken lives, and had been shot, he knew how to steel his nerves. With an audible clearing of his throat he took the initiative and spoke up.<br><br><strong> "i'd like to say something..."</strong> his voice echoed across the balcony so all could hear, including the other to present parties.&nbsp; Gulping softly he stood tall like a man should do, he turned to face Danielle as he smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"Dani,"</strong> he said softly focusing on her <strong>"your my everything, my reason to live, the reason I run, why I wake in the mornings, and why I fight in the first place.&nbsp; Just a few years ago I was a useless fool, working on a touring ship because i couldn't gain respect, you helped me find who I am today.&nbsp; There was two people in my life i cared for,"</strong> he was making a subtly reference to his Memaw, who had passed away a month before he shipped out for 6 months. <strong>"now I have one, and I don't want to lose that one thing that gives me reason in life."</strong>&nbsp; the group of girls could tell he was nervous.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>&nbsp; "I guess what I'm trying to say is..."</strong> He fell to one knee smoothly as he slid the small golden ring (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNREcwdqBrE/Ru56xOdYIMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zT50eCUWbMA/s320/weddingrings.jpg) from his vest pocket.&nbsp; It was his grandmothers ring, his 'Memaws' ring, and now he was holding up to Dani as he knelt to one knee. <strong> "Miss Danielle Avena, infront of everyone here,"</strong> He gulped as he looked up to her with loving and longing eyes.<br><br><strong>"Will you marry me?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 07:42:02</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>Tristyn, Sana, Mayson, Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Danielle was just full of laughs, even as she ate, she could tell the audible moans from her man were too loud, loud enough for mostly everyone the table to hear. Instead of embarrassing him, She sacrificed her dignity to make sure his moans were not of his burger, but of her own sexy self. Even if nobody could see, she draped one of her legs over his leg and leaned against him, wiping any crumbs or burger juice off his face. She knew it do any good, but it was a good attempt. After dinner was over, the fun had begun with all drama set aside and games starting to play. She laughed as Sana took a picture of Mayson focused on her cloth swan and was happy for Michelle after her solemn lifted off her. Before she knew it, she was posing rather provocatively with her leg lifted as if doing a high kick and with her tongue sticking out, ready to give Tristyn a raw wet willy.<br><br><strong>"Tristyn, baby, I'm pretty sure there's no timer on this cell phone's camera and even if it did, where am I going to prop it up,"</strong> Danielle said to Tristyn, stating her expertise on the matter. <strong>"Sana, it's okay, actually. I'll sit the next one out. Now give me an extra naughty pose, girls!"</strong> Danielle took the phone and aimed it at the others and with another 'scadalous' signal, she took a photo. The girl surrounded her, checking to see if the photo was legit, which it was. The four girls couldn't stop laughing at themselves at the picture, but Danielle especially laughed at the previous one with herself doing a high kick towards Tristyn's shoulder.<br><br>Then all became quiet. Tristyn had cleared his throat, gaining the attention of not only the foursome of girls but of the other people seated on the terrace. Danielle couldn't help but feel nervous right now. Just what was Tristyn up to. It was then her phone vibrated, indicating an incoming notification, be it a text message, an E-mail or just a random poke from one of the game applications installed on her phone. But Danielle felt like the vibrating phone in her hand was a sign, making her nervous.<br><br><em>He'd like to say something,</em> Danielle thought, repeating every word Tristyn said. <em>Don't let it be what I think you're going to say. Please.</em><br><br><em>I am his everything, his reason to love, the reason he runs,</em> Daniel personalized every word her man said. <em>Why is it at this moment, I have a reason to run, but this reason isn't you, Tristyn? Why can't I tell you?</em> She visibly was affected by the man's words, more than he knew in fact, for there was something ... painful, tugging at her heart, tearing a wound across it. Tristyn wasn't to blame. <em>No, he is never to blame for this.</em> Yet Danielle knew this would hurt him.<br><br><em>There</em> was <em>two people who cared for him,</em> Danielle remembered Tristyn telling her this. She remembered the sweet grandmother and sole guardian of Tristyn's well-being. She had passed, but was she tormenting her at this moment for thinking of running from this moment? <em>Forgive me. I don't mean to hurt your grandson. It's just someone closer to him prevents me from hurting him.</em> Even though there were two people who cared for Tristyn, Danielle knew there was one more, making two ... three. And now, there are two.<br><br><em>He doesn't want to lose me, the one thing that gives me reason to live,</em> she repeated. <em>Forgive me, Tristyn, even though I may not deserve your forgiveness for doing this ... killing you like this.</em><br><br>She knew what it was and was already crying because of it. Tristyn would misinterpret her tears for joy. In actuality, she didn't want to lose him because of this. She looked like she was going to vomit, but she was holding her sorrow back. Even the supporting back rubs weren't enough to soothe this feeling away. Now he was going to say what she feared ever since getting that message. Her phone vibrated as if telling her to heed the warning she received a month ago.<br><br>Tristyn finally said as he kneeled down, exposing a ring in his hand. It was no ordinary ring. It was his grandmother's ring. Now she knew she couldn't accept it. <em>He</em> would know for sure if <em>he</em> seen her wearing it if she said yes. <em>He</em> was the wedge that threatened to separate them. Tristyn finally said on one knee, "Miss Danielle Avena, in front of everyone here ... Will you marry me?"<br><br>The four words she wanted to hear, but at the same dreaded to hear because of <em>he</em> who made her afraid of this moment. By now, her tears flowed down her cheeks with no abandon and she prevent any sobs by covering her mouth with her hands, one of which still held the phone. She looked down at the man, handsome as he was, then to the ring, glinting a pure diamond in her eyes, and back to the phone. She went back and forth between the three and almost caused herself to become dizzy. Now it was all on her. It was her decision, and she was going to torture herself for the rest of her days for doing it.<br><br>With a whimper, she softly said, <strong>"I ... I ... I can't, Tristyn."</strong> Her sadness threatened to take over, but for just a second more, she withheld the coming deluge. <strong>"I'm sorry, I ... I just can't."</strong> As her last word hit home, she used this time to turn to her side and run for the door back into the bistro, running into a waiter with a tray full of glasses. The glasses shattered as she disappeared into the restaurant. Danielle made her way into the ladies restroom, barging into an empty stall to cry, sob, and let all her anger ... yes, anger ... out. She was made at herself, but she was truly mad at the person who sent that message one month ago. She lapsed into sobs, then into an angry wailing, slamming on the sides of the stalls with her fist, and then silently looking at the very message that caused all of this. She then lapsed back into her sadness, continuing this cycle until someone came in after her. In her struggle to get to a secluded place, she didn't bother to lock the door to her stall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 10:26:08</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>The cliff house Bistro</strong><br><strong>Trystin, Sana, Mayson and Danielle</strong><br><hr><br><em>Oh hell no! This is not happening... Not now!</em><br><br>Truth is, Michelle had no idea that Danielle would reject the proposal. In fact, she had never heard anybody reject a proposal, especially not in a situation like this. I had finished my steak and had some salad left. The whole proposal came out of the blue for me as we were having a good time and laughing. <br><br>Danielle had left, probably to the ladies room and Tristyn and the girls were left a bit baffled like me. A few moments after Danielle had stormed off I got up and put my hand on Tristyn's shoulder and went after Dani, leaving Sana and May to take care of Tristyn for now.<br><br><strong>"I got it,"</strong> she said as she left the table followed by many eyes of guests who had been watching the whole seen and seemed to be as shocked as any of the friends were were. <br><br>On her way to the ladiesroom Michelle apologized to the waiter Danielle had crashed into, saying they'd pay for the broken glasses.<br><br>Once she got to the ladiesroom Michelle could just hear Dani banging the walls of the stall so it wasn't hard to find her and she opened the door to her stall. There was a time for words and a time for silence and right now there was just room for silence... or so Michelle thought. Danielle didn't really look shattered from sadness, more angry at the situation, which confused Michelle even more.<br><br>She let out a sigh and looked at her.<br><br><strong>"What was that all about Dani?" </strong><br><br>Michelle wanted to say many more things like how Dani broke Tristyn's heart and how she shocked the whole restaurant but none of that would be helpful in any way in the current situation.<br><br><strong>"Don't you want to marry him?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 19:12:44</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>The Cliff House Bistro<br>/w Mayson, Tristyn</strong><br><hr><br>The evening had been so much fun. The conversation was light and people had the giggles. It all felt quite perfect. Then Tristyn stood up and proposed. Sana felt like this was the perfect cap on the night, she just knew in her heart this was going to happen soon. They were so good together... Then Dani said, <em>"I can't."</em> <br><br><em>What the hell was that all about?</em> Sana felt like she'd just be hit by a stun gun. She sat still and slack jawed for a minute then only blinked as Dani ran. It didn't feel real at all. <em>Was it a joke?</em> She planned on literally killing Dani if those was a joke but the look of pain on Dani's face when she ran out of the room was too real. <em>What the hell just happened?</em><br><br>She turned and looked at Mayson. Maybe Mayson had answers, <strong>"Babe.... what? I... I don't understand. What just happened?... Oh my gawd Tristyn!"</strong> Sana lept to her feet when the sudden realization sunk in and ran around the table to reach for his arm. She couldn't let him run too, or at least not leave him alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 20:50:30</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>The Cliff House Bistro - Ladies Restroom<br>with Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>She had sunken into a silent pause simply staring at the message on her phone. She let the words burn into her mind, even the name of the one who sent it. The surname was obviously familiar to her, but the first name was one she feared. She was afraid of this person dividing her and Tristyn.<br><br>The door to her stall slowly opened and hoped it wasn't a daring Tristyn who has come for an explanation. Fortunately, it was only Michelle, who she had gotten close to in weeks past. <em>"What was all that about Dani?"</em> Michelle asked, but Danielle didn't want to stay on that toilet seat forever. She didn't want to explain to her friend the juicy parts on a crappy toilet, no offense to who cleans it. She lifted her ass from the seat and lunged forward at Michelle, almost like a primal attack, but her blow to Michelle was a very deep embrace. Immediately after coming into contact with the girl, Danielle started sobbing once again, her tears running from her eyes, down to her cheek and into Michelle's shoulder. She held her like that for about five minutes, sobbing and breathing in and relaxing, repeating the two steps every two minutes. <em>"Don't you want to marry him?"</em><br><br><strong>"I do,"</strong> Danielle said, though through a sob. <strong>"I really want to marry him, but..."</strong> she trailed off, separating herself from Michelle to walk off her frustrations to the end of the restroom. She paced back, still holding the phone and pick up where she left off. The walk gave her the resolve to finish. <strong>"I just can't. Not with <em>him</em>."</strong> The <em>him</em> that Danielle talked about wasn't Tristyn, but the man on his phone. She gave the phone to Michelle with the very message that she had been staring at. It was sent one month ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 05:24:20</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>The Beautiful Danielle, Meeting the others for dinner</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>He saw Michelles hand touch his shoulder then retract as the girl ran after Danielle.&nbsp; Even though he saw her hand he didn't feel it, he couldn't feel it or anything for that matter.&nbsp; The room about him spun slowly and a nausious shaking feeling came across him.&nbsp; <em>'What happened...'</em> his head screamed the question over and over again.&nbsp; Tristyn held a stoic visage however his green eyes were bolstering his pain.&nbsp; Moving his focus between the remaining women he fell on the older couple across the room.<br><br>The older lady across the terrace was clapping her hands in a joyous motion, but almost instantly her husband pulled her down shaking his head.&nbsp; The old lady gasped covering her mouth before the couple looked down.&nbsp; Tristyn on a normal day would find this hilarious, but today wasn't a normal day.&nbsp; His eyes fell to the ground as the words echoed in his head <em> 'I cant...'</em>&nbsp; he gulped bracing his chair as he heard Sana before feeling her.<br><br>Just has he hand would grasp his arm though he pulled away, his eyes focused on the table, he held his hand out palm forward towards her to motion her to stop <strong>"I, please... no sympathy,"</strong> he said the words bluntly without emotion.&nbsp; He had felt the ache of broken bones, even the sting of bullets entering and leaving his body, but nothing like this had he ever felt.&nbsp; <strong>" dinner.... dinners on me, did I say that already?"</strong> his eyes lifted to meet Sana's, the pain behind them reaching out.<br><br><strong>"I, I think im gonna leave,"</strong> without hesitation he walked from the table, opposite direction from that of Dani's.&nbsp; The remaining girls could see Tristyn had left his bike keys, but something would jist at the fact he wasn't going to ride home.&nbsp; The doors swung shut leaving the terrace silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 00:53:35</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br><strong>With Sana, Danielle, Tristyn and Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>Mere seconds into Tristyn's speech, perhaps before anyone else, even Dani, Mayson had already figured out what was about to happen. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand, trying to muffle her gasp of amazement and the inevitable smile that followed, hoping that she hadn't ruined the surprise. Her other hand firmly latched onto Sana's arm, squeezing it hard and shaking it with excitement, urging her to pay attention as if she weren't already doing so. Funnily enough, Mayson was probably almost as excited as Tristyn must have been. <br><br>And then it all went to hell, and she sat there just as shocked as everybody else. What the hell was wrong with everyone, why was the world going crazy all of a sudden? First Andrew, now this...tonight was supposed to be a fun time between friends, but all of a sudden it was dark despite the nice weather and weighed down by tons of drama.<br><br><strong>"W-Wait, Tristyn, don't go..."</strong> Mayson tried to hold him back, her voice weak and thin as if she were holding back tears of her own. <strong>"Maybe the shock just got to her and she needs to process it...maybe..."</strong> But he was already standing up and getting ready to leave. She reached for his arm half-heartedly but didn't manage to catch it, knowing full well that it wouldn't have made a difference even if she had. Tristyn was one of those stubborn, closed off military type men. He didn't want sympathy, or comfort, or anything else. Mayson had no idea how to help or deal with somebody like him. She wished that she did, but she didn't. <br><br>She turned back to Sana, looking about as stunned and heartbroken as the brunette. <strong>"I don't know...I don't get it either. They seemed so in love just five minutes ago..."</strong> Mayson suddenly clung on to Sana's arm tightly, not saying anything else, terrified that the same thing might happen to them some day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 15:03:09</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>The cliff house Bistro's Ladiesroom</strong><br><strong>Danielle</strong><br><hr><br>Michelle read the message on the phone and then again and then looked at Danielle who still seemed rather upset. It only took a few seconds to connect the dots. She handed the phone back to Dani and leaned against the counter to think it all over a few seconds. <br><br>"This is why you embarrased Tristyn in front of a whole restaurant and hurt him no doubt to the bone?"<br><br>She sighed and rolled her eyes.<br><br><strong>"You listen to me now."</strong><br><br>Michelle grabbed Dani's arm and gave her a stern look. <br><br><strong>"You and Tris are made for eachother. You are a great couple. I know that, Sana and May know that and by the holy fuck, you know that as well. If you think that I, or Sana and May let anything or anybody come between you and Tris, you are sorely mistaken young lady."</strong><br><br>Truth was that Michelle had never met the person who sent the message but she didn't have to. <br><br><strong>"I honestly pity the fool who tries to come between you and Tris. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. So get yourself together."</strong><br><br>Michelle let go of Dani's hands and gave her a hug. There probably was a lot more behind the message but Michelle was adamant that whatever that was, it would not plunge Dani and Tristyn in the same deep pool of hurt she was in at the moment. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 20:17:50</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>The Cliff House Bistro's Ladies Room<br>With Michelle, joining who's left</strong><br><hr><br>She was embarrassed herself that she did what she did and already, her face sank low as she regretted her decision. Why am I so scared of that person? Maybe because Tristyn beat him when he was young, giving that scar on his chest and making him an asshole on the outside? Maybe it's because I don't know him and I'm afraid of the unknown? I don't know, she thought to herself as she listened to Michelle, who was adamant in preventing Danielle from running away.<br><br>Her arm was grabbed and her attention was fully on the woman in front of her. Michelle's scolding reminding him of her father's own scolding, but had the mother like quality like her mother. Her parents were approving of the white guy getting to know her family and like Michelle, didn't disapprove of their being together. Like Michelle, they didn't this man who sent her the message.<br><br>She knew that this little family cared for her and they showed more love than a few words on an E-mail. Her resolve had returned, but there was a fine line between her being confident in continuing her relationship with Tristyn and her being reluctant to go on because of this message.<br><br>Danielle hugged Michelle and said, <strong>"Thank you, Michelle."</strong> Despite her own drama, this woman took time out of her own world to meet her in Danielle's. She let the woman walk her out of ladies room and back outside to the table. Unfortunately, Tristyn was nowhere to be found and her opportunity to make up laid crashing on the rocks below the terrace. She saw the keys that belonged to Tristyn on the table, telling her his bike was still here. Since she didn't know how to ride a motorcycle, she turned to the remaining girls, and asked while holding up Tristyn's keys, <strong>"Can I ask someone to give me a ride back to my place?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 07:26:11</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>walk home, home</strong><br><strong>Alone</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>A car wizzed past him as he almost walked out into the fast lane of traffic.&nbsp; His mind wasn't completely there, his body walked aimlessly towards any destination that was fitting, however his head wasn't in the game.&nbsp; Stoic almost dead eyes watched the SUV disappear in the distance before he turned his attentions back to the road.&nbsp; <strong>"That could've hurt"</strong>&nbsp; he shrugged the same second he spoke the words and proceded to cross the street anyways.&nbsp; <br><br>Was it minuets or hours he had walked, he wasn't quite sure as he eyed up a small hole in the wall bar.&nbsp; Dani knew he didn't drink, it wasn't cause he couldn't, he chose not to.&nbsp; He had scars from a druken past, scars that reminded him to never drink.&nbsp; But he felt dead, and honestly he didn't wish to feel anything.&nbsp; With a soft shrug he pushed through the door greated with stares from old and young patrons alike.&nbsp; Finding a secluded seat at the bar he began a small tab trying new and wierd drinks.&nbsp; Two short hours later he was conversing with an old military vet about old war times and compairing them to Tristyn's war time experiences.&nbsp; J.J. Heartwood, the old man, soon began to buy Tristyn's drink even to his rejecting.&nbsp; Across the room a trio of gals eyes the sailor up with smiles and winks.&nbsp; Bloodshot eyes smiled back as the old man urged him on to talk to the lovely girls.&nbsp; <em> 'You know you can't, your heart is still hers even though you wont admit it'</em> his mind spoke to him as he looked down.<br><br>The girl approached.&nbsp; J.J. left the young sailor.&nbsp; The girl smiled and spoke softly "hello sailor, care to dance?" <strong>"yes..."</strong> he turned the swivle stool to step down from the bar.&nbsp; However he closed his eyes, rubbed his eyes, and shook his head <strong>"nnn...no, im sorry I can't, I"</strong> he looked up as the girl looked hurt <strong>"I just can't, it's not you its me..."</strong>&nbsp; he began but the girl just became sour "your not interested in me!" Tristyn began to raise his hand to quiet her when a thugish looking gangster approached "dont raise your hand to Rachael!" <strong> "look G-unit, I'm not raising my hand, im trying to calm her, she approached me and,"</strong>&nbsp; Through bloodshot eyes he saw the bigger gangster wanna be dragged the sailor from the seat into the streets as people began to shout from all about.<br><br>The walk home in the darkstreets brought the images to mind of the fight he just took part of meer hours ago.&nbsp; G-Unit there began his hooting and hollaring which was ended with a short jab to the throat.&nbsp; Choaking on his words the big guy swung wildly, which would've missed if Tristyn wasn't drunk.&nbsp; The wild swing sent the sailor to the ground again.&nbsp; and within minuets three men were on top of him punching and kicking.&nbsp; J.J. was his saving grace as the old man came out screaming something about the cops.&nbsp; The old man aided Tristyn to his feet before sending him off with one mission "go home".&nbsp; His staggered walked led him to an hour long trip home of stumbling and head holding as his skull ached.&nbsp; By shear luck though he wound up on the elevator to the 14th floor of the appartment building.&nbsp; As the elevator doors opened his eyes focused on a clock on the wall stuck at 3a.m. <strong> "holy shit, its late,"</strong> his slurred voice spoke softly as he stumbled down the hall.&nbsp; <br><br>His hand focused on the door handle as he slammed into the door by clumsy luck.&nbsp; <strong> "dammit! locked!"</strong> his voice was loud and obnoxious as it echoed through the hall.&nbsp; Backing away into the adjasent wall he slid down it into a sitting positon.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr. Phoenix?"&nbsp; the voice startled him as his clouded vision came back to him.&nbsp; As his green eyes looked up to see a man dressed in a blue shirt that said 'Larry' on the front. <strong>"Oh hey Larry, locked out"</strong> he smiled weekly as he relived he fell asleep on the floor in the hall.&nbsp; The maintness man shook his head as he found his key ring.&nbsp; Moments later the door was opened as Larry helped Tristyn inside to the couch "Go to bed Mr. Phoenix, have a good night" Larry left closing the door on his way out.&nbsp; Rolling to his side on the couch he was outcold within seconds, he wasn't sure if Danielle was home or not but he stayed on the couch.&nbsp; Four in the morning was daunting and tiring and he wasn't ready to face Dani right now.<br><br>Nine Thirty in the morning rolled around when the vibrations of his phone went off.&nbsp; <strong>"what now! just leave me alone!"</strong> he shouted as he rolled to his side forgetting he was on the couch.&nbsp; Soon he found himself on the floor moaning <strong> "Dammit"</strong> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 03:07:35</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Home<br>Alone | with Tristyn at 3am - morning</strong><br><hr><br>Sana had given Michelle and her a silent ride home. Danielle was tired, more from her tears than her anger, and had drifted off to sleep along the way. Once home, she said her farewells and exited the car. She entered her apartment building and took the lift to the 14th floor. She inserted her key into the lock, unlocked the door and went in. The digital clock on the shelf read 12:17am. She closed the door and locked and proceed to go to the bedroom. She removed her jacket and the things in her pockets, including the phone with that dreaded message. Upon unlocking the phone's standby screen, she saw the damned message and realize these sequences of words made her anxious for nothing. <strong>"Bamn you, father of Phoenix!"</strong> she shouted and deleted the message from her phone. With the message gone, all that was left was the picture that Sana took of Tristyn and them. For the first time in the first twenty minutes of today, she smiled, remembering the fun, the drama, and the talks they had that night. All the good and bad summed up to a result that was better than this message, which fell into the oblivious of deletion.<br><br>She sent a simple text to her boss, asking if it was alright for her to cover the new mall nearby. With all the drama from her rejection towards Tristyn's proposal out of her head, she chose to focus on something that kept her spirits up. With her message to her boss finished and awaiting approval, she laid herself on the bed, not bothering to change or get under the covers.<br><hr><br><em>Around 3am...</em><br><br>Danielle did not sleep that well and woke out of her short slumber by a bang at the front door of her apartment. "Dammit, locked," Danielle recognized Tristyn's voice behind the door. She got out of bed and looked out from the door frame that separated the living area with the bedroom. She watched the door, hoping Tristyn would come in. When he didn't, she hoped she wasn't hearing things or that the person behind the door was just another drunk stumbling into the wrong door. Out of all the times Tristyn and her went out, he never drank past his limit. She couldn't even recall a time where he was drunk, either in public or under her private eye.<br><br>She went back to the bed, slowly, hoping Tristyn would come home. It had been 3am when she woke and she hoped either Tristyn was bunking with a friend from the Navy or on his way home. She grew worried as the clock hit 3:05am. At 3:06am, the door to their apartment opened and wonder if the person stumbling in had been the same drunk from before, thinking he somehow had the door opened for him. She turned off the light and got out of bed to see who the intruder was.<br><br>Danielle saw a glimpse of Larry, the maintenance man, who waved goodbye as he closed the door behind him. On the couch she saw a incapacitated Tristyn who reeked of a unique, sweet and spicy mix of alcohol. She couldn't bear to get within personal distance to him. Since he was here, unaware she was home and out cold and off to sleep, Danielle smiled. She knew Tristyn couldn't hear her, but she talked to him anyway. <strong>"I'm sorry, baby. I'm the stupid one. I let your father's E-mail scare me into rejecting your proposal. And, oh, how it was the best proposal ever. I'm stupid. I should have said yes to you."</strong> If I did, we would have went home together and had newly-engaged sex, she thought, smiling at the thought. <strong>"I hope you'll try again and not give up on my, baby. Next time, I'll say yes, I promise you."</strong><br><br>Danielle disappeared back into the room, only to come out with a blanket, which she covered Tristyn with. She went back into the bedroom and slept the best she could.<br><hr><br><em>Around 7am...</em><br><br>Danielle awoke to her vibrating and ringtone-blaring phone. She got up, realizing it was stupid once she had straighten up since she got a headache from rising too quickly. She was startled, for the ringtone was not her alarm clock, but an actual incoming call. She fumbled for the phone, answering the call at the last minute. It was her boss. <strong>"Yes, I'll ... I'll be there, Mrs. de Pardo,"</strong> she said, ending the call quickly and getting off the bed to prepare herself. A quick shower and change of clothes later, she was out of the bedroom, with her camera, laptop, phone and anything else she needed for the day. Upon getting out of the bedroom, she smelled the hint of the mixture of alcohol from the couch, seeing Tristyn lying on his side still asleep. She smiled and before she went out, she lit a lavender candle, hoping the scent would cover the wretched stench from whatever Tristyn drank last night. Danielle also hoped the candle along with the blanket would let him know that she was home and still cared for him under the roof above them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 02:07:32</strong>
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				<strong>Saturday May 25th, 1:27pm</strong><br><hr><br>It was a beautiful day the temperature was around 73 f / 23 c and sunny. The roads were busy with the sounds of traffic. This was the grand opening for the shopping centre. Although it had already been open for awhile this was it's big day. Some press was on the scene with camera vans, people were flocking for the big grand opening free swag and discounts. It was a day of promise and excitement.<br><br>The parking lot was full of people selling fast lunches for charities, cars, and people. So many people. Inside it was the same. The escalators were packed with people and the mall was full to capacity. If Sana had known how busy it was going to be she might not have suggested it, but sometimes a carnival atmosphere is just what the doctor orders for distraction.<br><br>The sun felt extraordinarily warm suddenly and the thermometer went up about ten degrees. The spike in temperature was followed with a loud series of bangs like shotguns going off. It sent the patrons to the ground. Quick observations would ease peoples worries as they saw a series of transformers on the power poles and on the side of the building sparking. A transformer array blowing out. Not surprising considering the amount of stuff going on today here. Still there was a murmur as the lights went out in the mall.<br><br>Outside in the parking lot people mulled about their cars. They wouldn't start. The air held no sound but traffic and the murmurs of people. An unease began to settle in. <br><br>A minute later...<br><br>Then a wave of sparks shot off of electronics all over the place and the sounds of car crashes accumulated into a cacophony of sound. People shrieked and some stormed to get out of the mall. There was a sudden momentary general panic as people tossed their electronics to the ground or jumped away from vehicles. On the edge of the parking lot the sounds of car crashes began. <br><br>No lights. No radio. No watches. No cell phones. Almost every electronic device had gone haywire at once.<br><br>It all only lasted a minute then it stopped. The sky above shimmered a rainbow of hues. It was a daytime Aurora light show. Bright enough to be seen even in the bright sunshine. The Aurora would last for the next several days and shine day and night. Waves of glowing colors.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>OOC</strong><br><br>People can post about getting ready and traveling to the shopping centre right up to and including their characters perspective on the events that occur to them from this list...<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Event List (Always to be rolled Alphabetically)</span>:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Danielle</strong> - At 2013-06-14 17:43:58, Danielle (uid: 17165) rolls: 1d8 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47258)<br><del>The couple</del> (Dani alone) is at the entrance to get into the shopping center when a driver in a truck, not paying attention and jumping from sparks coming off his electronics, strikes a young woman beside her. She is seriously injured with a broken leg, fractured ribs, and possible internal bleeding. The driver of the truck jumps out and is panicking and confused about what's happening. He's obviously in shock at the accident he inadvertently caused. </li><li><strong>Mayson</strong> - At 2013-06-14 17:45:26, Mayson (uid: 17165) rolls: 1d8 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47259)<br>Mayson is driving and turns to go into the parking lot of the shopping centre but is suddenly struck by a driver going through the intersection that now has no lights. The car hits her side and she gets a cut on her head just above her left ear, a sprained wrist and a cut to her forearm (leftside). <br>&nbsp; As the car jolts from the impact of the crash it is suddenly spun around as another car strikes the other side resulting in Sana receiving a cut to the head above her eye, sprained wrist and major cut on her right arm. </li><li><strong>Michelle</strong> - At 2013-06-14 17:45:58, Michelle (uid: 17165) rolls: 1d8 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47260)<br>A driver in another lane gets distracted fumbling with his cellphone that suddenly stopped working and zaps his head with a spark. He crosses lanes plowing head on into Michelle's car. Both her and Oliva are thrown forward into the dash. No airbags go off as the electronics have stopped working. The result of it breaks Michelle's nose and blackens both of her eyes. As the car spins around on the road it is struck again by another distracted driver(see Oliva's roll) resulting in Michelle's face slamming into the steering wheel knocking her unconscious and causing minor whiplash(added for the double impact). Oliva has only minor abrasions and seat belt burns but miraculously is unharmed. </li><li><strong>Oliva</strong> - At 2013-06-14 17:46:46, Oliva (uid: 17165) rolls: 1d8 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47261)<br>*See Michelle for results of both rolls*&nbsp; &nbsp;</li><li><strong>Sana</strong> - At 2013-06-14 17:47:13, Sana (uid: 17165) rolls: 1d8 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47262)<br>&nbsp;*See Mayson for results of both rolls*&nbsp; </li><li><strong>Tristyn</strong> - At 2013-06-14 17:47:40, Tristyn (uid: 17165) rolls: 1d8 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47263)<br>Tristyn is at the same intersection where all the cars get into an accident. He is side swiped by a driver that slams on his breaks suddenly. With some quick moving and a lot of luck he ends up rolling over the cars hood and landing on the pavement. His bike is totaled but his helmet protects his head and he only suffers a bruising on his right side, sprained wrist, and a gash on that right forearm.&nbsp; &nbsp;</li></ul><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175013.msg8285857#msg8285857">Quote from: Moraline on 25-05-2013, 19:16:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>First Disaster</strong><br><br><strong>EMP</strong> caused by massive solar activity, Coronal Mass Ejection (CME). Results in complete loss of power to all devices in the area. The sky later that night will be full of beautiful aurora lights, brighter then any full moon.<br><br>Suddenly everyone on the West Coast loses communications with the outside world. Planes fall out of the sky, motor vehicles crash/stop working. Riots break out within hours. The riots will be isolated mostly to the poorer neighborhoods but sporadic violence and outbreaks may occur elsewhere.<br><br>Where will you be?<br><br>Our couples are all out together for a day trip shopping with plans for an evening movie together. The event begins as the couples are at various stages of arriving at the shopping center. The couples original plan was to all meet up inside at the east entrance side of the mall.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Random List rolled on</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Possible outcomes charts to be rolled by GM for each couple</strong></span>: <br>(The details of how it plays out will be up to the role players. The chart is to set the scene and/or possibly show the final results.)<br><ul class="bbc_list" style="list-style-type: decimal;"><li>Car crash just before arriving at the shopping center parking lot. Head on collision. Results in couple member "A" being injured, minor head wound (cut), broken nose and black eyes. </li><li>Car crash just before arriving at the shopping center parking lot. Side swiped. Results in couple member "B" being injured, minor head wound (cut), sprained wrist (side facing door), and on the same side the forearm has a cut. </li><li>A news helicopter crashes right beside the couple in the parking lot of the shopping center. There is an instant explosion and flying shrapnel. Both members of the couples are knocked to the ground suffering minor bruising, scrapes, and some torn clothes. </li><li>Just inside the mall when the power goes out. The couple is at the top of a particularly dark set of stairs leading down and gets pushed accidentally by the tripping/stumbling people from behind. The couple tumbles a few stairs in a mass of bodies. No serious injuries, only minor bruises and having to deal with a tangle of people. </li><li>The couple is at the entrance to get into the shopping center when a driver in a truck, not paying attention, strikes a young woman beside them. She is seriously injured with a broken leg, fractured ribs, and possible internal bleeding.&nbsp; </li><li>This couple will be fine at first but gets attacked by a rioter a couple hours later. The attacker will come out of nowhere &lt;GM will PM the couple to let them know when it happens.&gt;&nbsp; </li><li>This couples apartment will get burned to the ground by rioters before they can manage to get back home. </li><li>This couples apartment will be broken into and vandalized, all valuables and electronics stolen. </li></ul></div></div><br>The end of the first event. In a few days power will be restored and after the first night the rioting will quiet down but it will still be dangerous to go out at night.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div align="center">(http://www.churchillwild.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/NorthernLightsSealRiverLodg.jpg)</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 04:22:05</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>San Francisco Magazine, 243 Vallejo St., East San Francisco<br>Alone</strong><br><hr><br><em>7:30am...</em><br><br>Danielle hopped on her bike and rode downhill on relatively empty streets. Most of vehicles were trucks with brand name vendors on their sides, heading towards the same direction. She wondered if they were going to that shopping centre she and the other were going to.<br><br><em>Around 7:40am...</em><br><br>She made it to the office building on Vallejo Street rather early, thanking the the roads for being empty. She took her bicycle into the lobby and up the elevator to the top floor. Her boss, the editor of the magazine, had called her rather early. She looked at her phone seeing no text or a response to her own text she sent last night. Danielle first parked her bicycle near her desk, which looked empty besides the stack of files on her keyboard. She was backed up on the articles she was supposed to consolidate, proofread, and send to her editor four weeks ago. Danielle took a deep breath as she put her stuff down, expecting another scolding from the boss lady.<br><br>She walked over to the enclosed office on the corner of the floor. After knocking, the editor called out, "Come in." Danielle opened the door and stood right near it as she closed it behind her. "Early for once, Miss Avena?" Due to that dreaded message that she deleted last night, her work had become less satisfying, to the point where she was late for work for the last three weeks.<br><br><strong>"I'll get working on those articles right away Mrs. de Pardo--"</strong> she started, but was cut off short.<br><br>"I didn't call you down here to scold you, honey. You know about that new shopping centre, the one with the Moroccan motifs?" the editor asked.<br><br><strong>"The one with an indoor and outdoor food court and a built-in theatre?"</strong> Danielle responded, clarifying with a question.<br><br>"Bingo. I did not consider you to do your photojournalist expertise over there, but we're shorthanded. Miguel and Katie's already interviewing the staff as they get ready for the grand opening, so I suggest you get your ass over there. Oh, and bring that old-fashioned camera with you instead. I'd like more sharper images this time, Avena!" the editor said, rather charismatically.<br><br>Hiding her excitement and surprise, Danielle simply managed a, <strong>"Right away, Sir--I mean, Ma'am!"</strong> The cons about being in a relationship with a military man. She went back to her desk to get her things, leaving the DSLR in its case and stashing it in a locked drawer, replacing the old-fashioned film camera that took up most of its space with the bag. The bag was more heavier, because it contained different-sized lenses and spare film cartridges. Danielle also left her bike at her desk, thinking the most fastest way to get to that shopping centre was by bus.<br><br><em>Around 8:50am...</em><br><br>The streets were packed with cars and bustling with activity because of the early morning rush hour and that it was the weekend. About thirty minutes into her trip on the bus, Danielle found that the traffic that was built up due to this new shopping center having its grand opening today was not going to let up. She was a half-mile from the place and the only option for her was to go on foot. With a heavier load and uphill climbs, she broke in a sweat trying to get up the hill. She had to take off her jacket and carry in her arms to properly ventilate. She started regretting her decision of a 'no' to Tristyn last night. If she said yes like everyone expected her to say, she wouldn't be here, walking up a hill in San Francisco with an old bag with an old camera in it. She would be on the back of Tristyn's bike, weaving through traffic like it was the end of the world, and she had to get to a destination quick for safety.<br><br>She made it to the shopping centre and had to squeeze through a massive crowd full of locals and tourist to get to where she needed to go. She need backstage access, but unfortunately, she didn't have the proper clearance and the paperwork to get by security. Fortunately her co-workers were there to let her in. Katie and Miguel were surprised that she came and thought that she would be in bed with her man at this time. <strong>"Long story guys, but don't we have a job to do?"</strong> she asked the two of them.<br><br>Miguel spoke up, "No need. We took on the bulk of the work, interviewing staff, even security of all people. We even got a chance to get a one-on-one chat with the guy who owns and runs this place. Get this, he's Moroccan, not some sleazeball Americano!" The trio exchanged laughed and went inside, which was virtually empty except for staff, security guards, businessmen and -women, and photographers and journalists. The air-conditioning kept the place cool, since outside, the weather was sunny, typical San Francisco weather. "The big man does a speech outside at around 9:00 and he should open the place ten minutes after that. In the meantime, why don't you get your camera out and snap a bunch of shots."<br><br>And that's what she did. Danielle covered the speech and opening ceremony and the cutting of the ribbon and the opening of the door. Up until her lunch break at 12:00pm, she would be up and about, her old camera in hand, snapping high-quality photos and even panoramas of the interiors, which were packed with guests.<br><br><em>Around 1:27pm</em><br><br>Miguel had opted for a late lunch break, offering to let the two young women of his group, Katie and Danielle to go on their lunch break at noon while he watched their stuff. When they got back, they felt it was somewhat hotter than before and even though their trip wasn't on an uphill climb, there were still breaking a sweat as they walked up the sidewalk to the entrance of the shopping centre. Along the way, the commotion on streets increased and they both looked around to see what what going on. Did somebody think it would be funny lighting a firecracker in a crowd of people? Danielle asked herself. That what it sounded like, but she and Katie were in a place where they could not see the transformers blowing.<br><br>Thinking this could be a potential story about some tourist drama, Katie pulled out her phone to snap a picture. Once it was out of her pocket, it died and started emitting sparks, startling her and causing her to drop it in a nearby stormdrain. "Shit! What the fuck was that?" she asked, bending over the sidewalk to see where her phone landed.<br><br>Danielle went over to pull Katie from the side, fearing some asshole who was rubber-necking the crowd to see what was happening could potentially hurt her. Just as she thought this, a screech of tires, the sound of glass shattering, and the sound of metal scraping metal erupted, revealing an incoming truck with a driver freaking out because his phone was sparking up. Danielle jumped out of the way, unfortunately, due to the sweat on Katie's arm, could not get a hold of her friend. She recoiled back, seeing the truck braking too late, coming into contact with the young woman, sending her flying to the sidewalk, limp and lifeless it seemed. The driver of the truck parked and got out and panicked, spouting, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" spouting more expletives at himself because he was distracted. Danielle got up to her feet rushed to her Katie's side. She was in pain, clutching her chest and twitching one leg. The other looked like it didn't move and looked broken.<br><br><strong>"Katie, Katie are you alright?!"</strong> Danielle shouts at her friend, but she fall in and out of consciousness. She turns to the man who's just as shocked as her. <strong>"Hey, hey, stay with me, please. You got to call 911!"</strong> he said to him, but he looked confused. Unbeknownst to Danielle, his phone emitted sparks just like Katie's and he threw it out the window before hitting the girl. She stood up, seeing chaos unfold. A glint of green caught her eye from the nearby intersection as she saw a motorcyclist get hit by a car, sending the rider to the pavement. She recognized the helmet and the mangled bike. She started running, calling out, <strong>"Tristyn! Tristyn!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 04:50:56</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br><strong>With Sana</strong><br><hr><br>It was another lovely day for a lovely outing in between friends, but after what had happened the previous evening, Mayson's optimism had been somewhat curbed - apparently it took a lot more than nice weather to ensure that things went as smoothly as intended. Well, at least everyone still seemed to be trying by going through with today, and she and Sana were still doing great, but of course being such an empathetic person, the blonde couldn't help but wish the same for her friends (and everyone in general, really).<br><br>Neither of them felt the sudden heat spike inside of the well air conditioned Audi, but they sure as hell couldn't have missed the crash. Big, loud sparks sparks started popping out from all over the dashboard, many of them pinching Mayson's legs which had been left completely uncovered by the charcoal with black stripes long t-shirt dress that she'd chosen to wear, but she was barely even able to get a panicked yelp out before another car slammed into her and rocked her world.<br><br>She felt her chest almost being crushed as the seatbelt tightened around her body, surely saving her life but still not being able to protect her from the impact entirely. Every bone in Mayson's body was rattled as she got bounced around the car, the side of her head slamming into the window hard at one point and even making her black out momentarily. The second impact actually woke her back up as it put her through the whole thing a second time.<br><br>Groaning and whimpering from the pain that she felt everywhere, she tried to lift her head up to see what was happening only to find it very hard to do so through the foggy veil that seemed to have engulfed her. Despite her confusion and dizziness, the first and only thought on Mayson's mind was Sana, and she quickly turned her head to see how her girlfriend was doing only to gasp in sheer terror. It wasn't really possible to make out more than vague shapes, but she could clearly see the dark patch that was Sana's raven hair, then her body right below, and red...so much red!<br><br><strong>"<em>Mmmgghhh</em> god, baby...baby are you okay?"</strong> Mayson asked with dread and concern, her pronunciation slightly slurred, but otherwise she seemed to be ignoring her injuries for the moment. More like the intense adrenaline rush was preventing her from feeling them for now, and she couldn't really see them either, but she could see Sana's.<br><br>Not thinking to unbuckle her seatbelt, Mayson reached out towards the brunette with little to no coordination in her movements, her arms waving around without touching anything for a bit before finally grasping on to Sana's left shoulder. <strong>"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please baby, say something...oh god...I'm sorry..."</strong> Tears began to flow from her eyes as she apologized, convinced that she must have somehow made a mistake while driving that had caused their accident and Sana's injuries.<br><br>If anything happened to Sana, Mayson would never forgive herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 14:17:47</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>In her car close to the newly opened mall</strong><br><strong>Oliva</strong><br><hr><br>Michelle was pleased that Dani choose to go home that night so at least if Tristyn would be home, he knew she'd still love her. It was a bit of a strange situation but Michelle understood it a bit. Before she went home with Sana and May, she checked her car and called somebody to pick it up in the morning, a service she used more often when she had to make long flights and didn't want to leave her brand new white BMW in the airport car park for too long. <br><br>She woke up the next morning with a slight hangover, mostly from a long wild night with Oliva than from the alcohol. They had a good breakfast together and a long hot shower. Michelle wasn't particularly looking forward to go to a shopping mall today. Not because she didn't like it but because it meant leaving the house and not touching Oliva inappropriately. <br><br>When they left the house, Michelle was wearing simple sneakers, some low cut jeans and a white tank top covered with a black jacket in case. She had offered Oliva to use some of her underwear in case she wanted. <br><br>The trip to the mall wasn't long and the airco in the car was working like charm. Michelle kept her phone in her handbag which was on the backseat of the car so when the shit hit the fan, she didn't immediately got the message like others did. The only sign she got was the car suddenly just stopping. <br><br>"Fucking hell," she muttered as she indicated to get off road. She tried to maintain some speed to get as far as possible but around her, the other vehicles also slowed down. Some people panicked behind the wheel and chaos broke out. Just when Michelle realized something more was going on than just her car stopping, she saw and felt glass shattering. The force of the impact arched her body in the seatbelt and smashed her head into the steering wheel with a good force as both cars were still moving. Immediately Michelle felt that her nose was broken on impact or at least severely busted. She couldn't see the blood herself yet but she felt it gushing out of her nose. The BMW was out of control as Michelle was hazed by the first impact and when she looked over to Oliva she could also see the other car coming from behind them. <br><br>The BMW was now facing the opposite direction and the other car, despite having stopped as well, still carried enough speed to fail to stop in time. As the SUV hit the car, again Michelle slammed her head into the steering wheel, this time knocking her unconcious.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 21:08:50</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>Shopping center parking lot<br>/w Mayson</strong><br><hr><br>When the morning arrived, Sana let her girlfriend sleep in while she went out for a run. It was a good morning for a run. The sky was clear, the air had a fresh little breeze, it was warm but not overly warm. Some creepy guy dressed in jeans jogged up beside her and started flirting but she had blown him off. He clearly was not there to jog in those clothes. On the last leg of her run she swung by the coffee shop and picked up some veggie breakfast specials and a couple drinks then walked the rest of the way home.<br><br>She slipped inside the apartment and sprung breakfast on her girlfriend in bed. It was a good morning, a little breakfast, then a nice shower with the love of her life and happy endings all around. <em>Oh yes</em>, she enjoyed those happy endings. <br><br><em>That afternoon...</em><br><br>Riding along in the car, Sana smiled and glanced over at Mayson. She could still picture her in the shower together. <em>Mmmm, nice thoughts.</em><br><br>Sana had opted for jean shorts and a black tank top today. She wore a good pair of cross trainers and felt very casual. It hadn't been her plan to dress casual but with the commotion last night she wasn't in the mood to, "pretty herself up." The evening had depressed her a bit, probably more so because it seemed to distress Mayson so much. She was such a sensitive girl, always worried about her friends or something. A caring and gentle spirit, or so that's how Sana saw her.<br><br>The radio died and it seemed like the air conditioning cut out as well. So she reached for the dash and got a shock off of it. The rest was a blur after that as the sound of the impact filled her ears followed with more screeching and crashing sounds. Then it all got really blurry. There was a ringing in her ears and a distorted sound. Her eyes lashes fluttered open but something wet was all over her face. <em>Am I in the water? Where am I?</em> Her thoughts were heavy like a dream.<br><br>The distorted sounds cleared up and a voice cut through them. <br><br><em>"... Please baby, say something...oh god...I'm sorry..." Tears began to flow from Mayson.</em> <br><br>Sana groaned, <strong>"What the fuck just happened?"</strong> She struggled against the seat belt not fully realizing where she was or what was going on. Her hand plucked at the restraints and she twisted and turned while beginning to kick. When her hand and forearm smacked into the window it smeared blood all over it and sent a jolt of pain through her arm. "The fuck?!"<br><br>Calming down she looked over Mayson, <strong>"I'm alright... I think... Are you alright?"</strong> She reached out for Mayson and got caught up in the restraints again. <strong>"You're hurt. You're bleeding."</strong><br><br>Outside the car people had rushed over. A couple of young men were prying the doors open. There voices seemed distant as they asked if they were alright and told them not to move.<br><br>Inside the car, Sana found and held onto Mayson's hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 09:20:00</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br><strong>With Sana</strong><br><hr><br>"<em>You're</em> hurt!" Mayson argued stubbornly as she fixed her eyes on Sana's bleeding arm, wincing from the pain that she was beginning to feel herself, fear and concern clearly visible on her face. The commotion outside steadily escalated from a distant buzzing to a very loud cacophony of shouts and screams as she regained more and more of her senses.<br><br>At some point, Mayson had found the presence of mind to unclip her seatbelt as well as Sana's, and then she was about to try to open her door too, but that was when she really noticed her own left arm and wrist. The pain rapidly became more vivid now that she'd been forced to acknowledge it. Still, Mayson pushed through it, fueled by her desperate need to get help for her girlfriend first and herself second.<br><br>Wrenching her hand free from Sana's, Mayson groaned as she twisted her body around to reach her door handle with her right hand instead, which wasn't nearly as banged up. That was when she noticed someone on the outside trying to help, and once she'd pulled on the handle, mechanically unlocking the door, the good samaritan who'd come to their rescue managed to get it open. <br><br>Sana's door, on the other hand, seemed too twisted and damaged to budge. Mayson wanted to pull her out through the driver's side, but the young man who'd helped her insisted that she get out first and let him get Sana out instead, which she agreed to after only a brief moment of hesitation. The guy had a pretty average build, but it was obvious that he was still considerably stronger than Mayson, not to mention that he had the use of both arms instead of just one, so Sana's best chances were with him.<br><br>Meanwhile, outside of the car, Mayson was suddenly overwhelmed with dizziness, stumbling around in search of something to lean against, but finding nothing and eventually falling down on her rear in the middle of the intersection, between cars and hundreds of people swarming around in different directions. Instinctively, she brought a hand up to her head to try steadying herself, and unfortunately it was the wrong one, smearing even more blood on the side of her face than there was from the cut above her ear.<br><br>"Sana..." she mumble, turning her head from left to right in hopes of finding her, but seeing nothing but a blur of strangers. "Sana!" Mayson called out again, louder than the first time. Still getting no reply back and not seeing her girlfriend anywhere, Mayson tried to get back to her feet, pushing herself up with her right arm while trying to protect her left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 19:25:00</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani lookimg for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>The buzzing sensation followed by the 'shwinking' sound of a sword being unsheathed echoed from the electronic device on the table.&nbsp; As the young sailor rolled to reach for it he became tangled in a blanket he hadn't known he put on himself, maybe he did and forgot, he was drunk last night.&nbsp; As he faught the blanket his effort of reaching for the phone ended up with him on the hard floor between the couch and the coffee table. With a groggy groan and shaking arms he pushed himself up at eye level with the table spotting his galaxy s3 with the screen still on from the text.&nbsp; Just past the phone however his eyes caught the flame of the candle that danced arounx.&nbsp; <em> 'was I alone last night? I remember larry bringing me in but did he light a candle?'</em> his thoughts raced to her being the candle lighter and he saddened as he stood up.&nbsp; <strong>"what the fuck happened last night"</strong> the words slipped from his lips softly as he stretched out from standing up. He rubbed his eyes then proceeded to pick the galaxy phone up and read the text. <br><br>"MALL NOW" <br><br>Was all it said before he tossed ths phone to the couch.&nbsp; A simple not so sweet message demanding him to be where they were, to be where she was.&nbsp; How could he go and face her infront of their friends when last nights events still sickened him.&nbsp; As a sigh errupted from his throat he moved to the apartments stereo and turned on his zune, whixh was hooked up, and pressed play to a Jonny Craig playlist.&nbsp; As the music filled the apartment he undressed tossing his clothing in the hamper and stood infront of the mirror.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bruises lined his chest and his cheek from last nights bar fight.&nbsp; However truthfully his eye rested on the burn scars that littered his chest.&nbsp; <strong> "is that why you ran?"</strong> he questioned the air before stepping in the shower to wash off last nights stentch.<br><br>A few hours passed as the clock read 10:27 he found it time to leave.&nbsp; Pulling on his bike jacket he left the apartment and caught a bus to the bistro to get his bike.&nbsp; From there he began his jorney the new shopping mall. <br><br>The ride wasn't a bad one however he did feel the heat rising as saw people suddenly putting windows up to use their ac's.&nbsp; As he turned to the main drag he saw people smaking phones as if they weren't working properly.&nbsp; Hos focus wasn't forwards and the next few minutes was crazy.&nbsp; As green eyes focus forward he saw the side of the blue suv as a teenager was buried into his phone.&nbsp; He turned his bike right but mechanics on the vehicle seemed to not be working properly.&nbsp; &nbsp;The blue suv swipped him, and it was a hard one at that. In moments his bike was slamming into another vehicle, a vehicle that shouldn't be where it was.&nbsp; He was able to kick from his bike as it hit the car, this ended up with him rolling across the hood of the blue suv that sideswipped him.&nbsp; As he rolled across the suv and hit the ground sliding into the curb he saw a trail of blood from where he had been.<br><br><em> 'am I dead?'</em> he thought as he slowly pushed up from the ground.&nbsp; Removing his helmet he slammed it to the ground as he felt the pain in his right arm.&nbsp; Lifting his arm he could see the deep gash I n which the blood came from and he was sure even at that, that his arm was broken.&nbsp; He wanted to find the guy that side swipped him but his thoughts were lost as cars were piled up all about him. <strong> "what the hell is this!"</strong> he shouted as people were moving about shouting and screaming for help.&nbsp; "Tristyn!" He heard her voice before he saw her. <strong>"Dani! "</strong> he raced towards her as she could see blood smear on him as he held his right arm.<br><br>He embraced her to him hugging her close kissing her head.&nbsp; He held her with his left arm as he spoke softly <strong> "thank God your ok, what happened? Where are the others?" </strong> he was full of questions but more so he was happy she was ok. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 04:16:25</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Moroccan Shopping Centre<br>With Tristyn and then Sana and Mayson | Miguel (NPC), Katie (NPC), Unnamed Young Man (NPC)</strong><br><hr><br>Before he could reach the biker laying on the pavement, the same biker got to his feet despite the gash on his right arm and walked over to the sidewalk. He lifted his visor, showing his familiar face and at once Danielle and the biker embraced as if the woman's refusal from last night was ancient history. To both of them, they were simply glad to see the other person alive. Danielle, made desperate by Katie's traumatic collision by a wayward truck and by the truck's owner panicking because he hit Katie, held Tristyn close, wrapping her arms around him without considering the blood smearing onto her own clothes. They separated and Tristyn asked where everyone were, to which Danielle responded, <strong>"I don't know. I... I hope they're okay. Are ... are you okay?"</strong> her eyes finally took notice of the blood on her shirt, which transferred by the blood on Tristyn's shirt as he held his right arm, favoring it. <strong>"Is it broken?! And your bike!"</strong> She looked towards the intersection with the infamous pile-up. Near the street corner, mangled and unusable was the chrome and green of Tristyn's bike. Danielle knew it was a blow to her boyfriend due to the love he had for it was similar to the love ... the love he still had for her, she was sure.<br><br>Chaos only seemed to escalate to screams and audible crying of those witnessing the ones close to them getting critical injuries. Just what had happened? Firecrackers, followed by crashing cars, sparking electronics and total accidents seemed to distract everyone from the cause that shone above. Their attentions were on those who were hurt and those traumatized by what they witnessed before them. Yet still, Danielle was sensitive to everything around her. Where was Sana, Mayson, Michelle? Were they alright? Were they in that crash in the intersection? Her thoughts moved toward the more desperate, like Katie who lay unconscious on the side down from the intersection. She had to look back there, to see if someone, a good samaritan or one certified in helping people in need, was tending to her injuries. But she saw no one, except for the man who hit her. His panic threaten to leave him incapacitated by his trauma. Then something great happened.<br><br>The entrance was open, which were doors that had to be pushed or pulled depending on what side you were on; not the electronically sliding door of supermarkets and the like and people inside came pouring out. Most of them were those who could help. Among them was Miguel, who Danielle remembered had aced a class in First Aid. Accompanied by others, including people dressed in scrubs, they went out and tended to those who were injured. Miguel rushed to Katie's side with another stranger and checked her vitals. From what she could see, Katie must have stopped breathing due to the shock and they were now performing CPR on her. Miguel, having elementary training, was pushed aside by professionals possibly off-duty or on lunch break. Danielle rushed to Miguel, who upon seeing her, embraced her, exclaiming, "Danielle! I'm glad you're alright. What happened to Katie?" Danielle recalled what happened and told him every details, included what happened with the cars and electronics, despite having to recall the shock she too had at that moment. "Everything died inside too, even the lights, but it seemed that everything is more intense here in this heat." Danielle noticed that in the chaos, it seemed like hell had erupted right in the middle of the city.<br><br>Then she remembered Tristyn behind her. <strong>"Oh, Migz, you know first aid? My boyfriend, Tristyn, is hurt, can you help him with his arm, please?"</strong> she asked.<br><br>Miguel was forthcoming and with hesitation, acted to help, saying, "Of course. Anything for you, Danielle." He turned to the man behind Danielle calling out to him. "My man, let's get you inside. You look like you're losing blood. Danielle, I need you to look in that intersection and find any more people that need help. If you can, help them inside and get them out of danger." Danielle nodded at the order and she was off running back to the intersection despite her concern for both Tristyn and Katie. She assured herself, they're in good hands, I'm sure. Miguel took Tristyn's left arm and escorted him inside where he was sat down and immediately tended to. Miguel, as he was preparing gauze and bandages, asked Tristyn if he had a fever, if he had anything to drink recently, if anything was broken or if there was any unexplained anywhere. Considering the answers Tristyn gave to him, he would treat his injuries, prioritizing on the biker's right arm and helping to remove the helmet so that whatever breeze there may be could cool the man down.<br><br>Danielle went straight for the intersection with no fear that there were any cars that still worked. At once, after passing Tristyn's totaled bike, she saw a familiar Audi with its driver's side door opened. She immediately saw a man desperate doing something inside the car and Danielle thought the worst. Was that man doing something to whoever was inside the car? Before she could see what the man was doing, she saw Mayson on the pavement, disoriented with blood running from her hairline down the left side of her face. She couldn't recall a time where she so much blood at one time. <strong>"May-May!"</strong> Danielle cried out with the nickname she gave her and rushed to her side. Immediately, she helped her up to her feet, supporting her right side. <strong>"Where's Sana?"</strong> she asked, but since Mayson was disoriented, she received sobs with Sana's name being called. Danielle had to know if Sana was alright and pulled back to see what the man was doing to her inside the Audi. She was relieved to see the man trying to pull her out of the car. <strong>"Alright, May-May, I'm going to get you into the mall and my friend Miguel will patch you up, okay? You just have to stay positive as we walk over there."</strong><br><br>Danielle wasn't glad that out of all her friends, she was the one who came out physically unharmed. She was envious of the injuries her friends were getting, but she strengthened her resolve with the ability to help Tristyn, Katie, Mayson, and soon, Sana to get the medical service that they needed. Once in the mall, she sat Mayson next to Tristyn, who looked to be bandaged up and resting. Upon seeing Danielle, Miguel rushed over and tended to the woman. Like he did with Tristyn, Miguel asked Mayson of any other injuries she didn't know about besides the ones on her head and on her arm. "Alright, I need you to stay awake, miss. You're friend Danielle helped you and this man here and is now getting more of your friends, alright? Just be strong!" he assured and again reassured the woman as Danielle left to get Sana.<br><br>Danielle returned, finding the young man gone to help someone else and Sana leaning against the side of the Audi, the car door still open. She noticed the cut on her head above her eye and her bloody right arm and hand. It looked like Sana was in a more worse shape than Mayson and with the young man gone, there was no one to help her up other than ... her. It seemed like her refusal to Tristyn's proposal followed by her distancing from the others in her sadness and hate caused Danielle to be the savior rather than everyone else. Why am I the one unhurt? she asked herself. But she had to push on. She picked Sana up, this time on her left side instead of when she was with Mayson's right side. She considered that Sana, too, was in a way disoriented and not in a position to help herself and Danielle had to slow her pace in order for her to guide Sana towards the mall. A man held the door open, eventually leaving it open for others to come and go, and in Danielle and Sana went. She sat Sana on a chair provided by the staff in the food court positioned her next to Tristyn and Mayson. Miguel, busy finishing Mayson's bandages, turned and with determined look, took a breath before aiding the woman with the dark brown hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 07:36:44</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Michelle's BMW en route to the mall</strong><br><strong>Michelle</strong><br><hr><br>The previous night had been nearly perfect. Oliva had never imagined such a string of events, and the surprise threw her routine entirely off. She woke up in Michelle's arms and realized she was hours late for work. She sent a text to one of her employees telling her that she wouldn't be there. Of course, she didn't mention the fact that she had spent the night drinking and fucking a woman she barely knew. Although she didn't realize it, their adventure had been a much needed escape for her.<br><br>When Michelle invited her to the mall to meet up with some friends, she was hesitant at first. The pair had agreed upon their relationship focusing primarily on sex. Oliva promised she would help Michelle through her troublesome divorce, but she also swore that she wouldn't let things get serious. Deep down, Oliva longed for more, but she felt that Michelle didn't view her in the same lighting.<br><br>Oliva had a youthful side to her that had never changed. She found immense pleasure borrowing a pair of Michelle's panties, although she was forced to wear the same clothes from the day prior. The two dressed together, and there was no absence of fondling and teasing. Oliva was tiny, but she was very physical. She loved attaching herself to Michelle.<br><br>The car was beautiful, and Michelle was as comfortable behind the wheel as she was in the cockpit. The ride went smoothly at first, and the two conversed like normal. They may have been fuck-buddies, but they could still hold a conversation like a couple. Everything happened so fast. Oliva had been staring out the window when the first collision occurred. Her head hit against the dashboard, but she managed to stay conscious. Her heart began to pound rapidly. She stabilized herself just in time for the second car that smashed against the rear.<br><br>For a few seconds, she was stunned with terror. <strong>"M-michelle? Fuck!"</strong> She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to call 911. It wasn't working! She punched in the numbers several times before dropping the phone onto the floor. <strong>"Michelle, oh god!"</strong> She howled, her body growing weak at the sight of blood. She had always hated seeing blood, and she barely restrained herself from throwing up. The side doors were miraculously intact, and Oliva unbuckled her belt and stumbled out of the car.<br><br>Her body was sore, but she could only think about Michelle. Her friend looked to be either unconscious or dead. But... What was she to Oliva? She looked around and, for a moment, she considered abandoning her friend. What if something worse occurred? Remaining by the car was risky, especially considering the two were merely new friends with benefits. How much would she be willing to sacrifice for Michelle? The question kept running through her head.<br><br>She didn't think about it for long. Adrenaline began to pump through her veins as she rushed to the other side of the car. She flung the door open, unbuckled Michelle, and pulled her from the car. She stretched her across the pavement as tears began to restrict her vision. <strong>"No, no, no! Michelle, oh god!"</strong> She pressed her head to her chest and could hear a heartbeat. <strong>"Somebody help!"</strong> She screamed. As she looked helplessly around, she saw that everybody else was in trouble as well. Blood covered the window of an adjacent car, causing her to throw up along the road.<br><br>Her fingers ran along Michelle's forehead. <strong>"What do I do?!"</strong> She cried aloud. Oliva had never been strong, and she knew that carrying her was out of the question. On the other hand, she couldn't bring herself to leave her. She was torn. <strong>"Please, please, wake up, wake up!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 10:54:24</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Pile-up Intersection, Shopping Centre parking lot<br>With Michelle and Oliva</strong><br><hr><br>Danielle did not stop, despite her desire to just sit down and rest. There was one more addition to her party (or two, counting Oliva, whom Danielle has yet to meet) and that was Michelle, whom she owed inspiration to and was one of the driving forces in Danielle's determination. By now, Danielle's clothes and exposed skin were dirtied by blood and sweat, but that didn't stop her from running back out towards the intersection to find a particular BMW. When she saw it, parts of her heart sank since the damage on the car seemed to mirror the damage seen on Mayson's Audi, but more so on the front and rear of the car. The doors were flung wide open and she looked around to see if the car belonged to the Michelle or not. Danielle hoped the car wasn't ransacked as it lay open for potential rioters. The car was too damaged to be carjacked and whatever sapped the power of every electronic in the area prevented it from being started up back again.<br><br>Danielle continued to look around for a sign of her friend, Suddenly a voice called out nearby, asking for help. She turned towards a woman seated on the pavement, her back turned to her, and in her arms was another woman. She rounded the figure seeing a bloodied nose on none other than Michelle. She knelt down, exclaiming, <strong>"Michelle!"</strong> The woman holding her spewed her guts out, probably at the sight of blood everywhere. On windows, on her clothes, on Michelle. <strong>"Hey, hey, you, get a grip on yourself!"</strong> Danielle reached an assuring hand on the woman holding Michelle and squeezed the woman's shoulder, trying to get her attention and hopefully, get her to be positive in this totally negative moment. <strong>"Are you hurt? We have nurses and volunteers helping people in the mall. I need you to come with me. I'm going to try and carry Michelle on my back, okay?"</strong> Despite the loud commotion around them, Danielle managed to stay strong, not just for Michelle, but for this stranger as well. Her voice was strong, as was her will to help out her friend and the friends of her friends.<br><br>She sat Michelle on her buttocks and positioned herself in front of her. She proceeded to drape Michelle's arms over her shoulders and using them as handles, try to get Michelle's weight over and onto her back. It took two tries, the first time helping Danielle to know just how heavy Michelle was. The second time, she used all the strength in her legs to push both Michelle and herself up. To make sure the woman on her back didn't fall back, causing more injury, Danielle took hold of the woman's thighs and clasped them close to her body. She hunched over, making sure the weight was upon her and not off to one side or the other. <strong>"Alright, let's go,"</strong> she told Michelle's friend and started walking towards the mall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 22:21:13</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>Shopping center parking lot<br>/w everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>From outside the car Sana had heard Mayson calling for her. She tried to call out to her but this guy was getting in the way and helping her out of her seatbelt. She gave the guy a good hard slap and prepared to ball her fist up to punch him after she told him to get out of the way. It had been a gut reaction and she knew it, so she restrained herself and apologized. He checked her over to make sure she had no broken bones and that she didn't have any serious spine or neck injuries before he let her get out of the seat.&nbsp; By this time, Sana could see Dani walking Mayson off to the mall so she leaned up against the car. Her knees were still a bit wobbly from the blow to the head on impact. <em>Why hadn't the air bags kicked in</em>, she wondered.<br><br>At first she thought it was the blood dripping in her eyes but the white bracelet on her wrist looked green to her. Wiping a bit of blood from her face, which only smeared it into a bigger mess, she cleared up her view and took another look. <strong>"Holy hell on earth. What the fuck,"</strong> she cursed out loud and looking up. Above in the sky it shimmered and wavered like a dull light show. Sana looked around at all the dead cars, no traffic lights and the sounds of the dull chatter of people started to sink in. There wasn't another sound to be heard. The whole city had gone quiet. <br><br>That's about the time that Dani came back and sort of half scooped Sana up. She could stand just fine on her own but Dani seemed to need this as much for herself as she needed to do it for Sana. On the way to the make shift triage centre she assured her that everything was alright and that it was just a bit of blood. Then she saw Mayson and quickly moved to embrace her.<br><br><strong>"Baby... "</strong> She took Mayson's face in her hands and kissed her. <strong>"Are you alright? Where are you cut?"</strong> Seeing the argumentative look on Mayson's face, Sana switched gears. <strong>"Listen, I'm fine. It's just a bump on the head and some blood. I think I hurt my wrist a bit too, but I'm good. Don't worry about me. I know that look."</strong> She looked around and saw, Tristyn. She gave him a nod as she spoke, <strong>"Has anyone seen Michelle yet? Where did Dani run off to?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 03:38:51</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br><br>His eyes were glued to the paramedic infront of him as Danielle's voice echoed in his skull 'Oh Migz, my boyfriend, Tristyn'&nbsp; The rest was all a blurr as he just kept repeating the same five words over and over.&nbsp; He had been shot, stabbed, in a car wreck with his bike, however her words calling him 'Boyfriend' hurt the worse.&nbsp; Last night could've played out differently, it should've have played out differently, but it didn't and annoyance rose up again.&nbsp; Who the hell was this guy?&nbsp; Was he the reason she said no, Why is it he seems antsy? A little more so then with the situation around them.<br><br>'Anything for you Danielle'<br><br>As Dani disappeared Trsityn pulled from the medics grasp. <strong> "Who the hell are you! how do you know Dani! Why the fuck do I hurt so much!" </strong> he stood as he legs were alittle shaky.&nbsp; He gripped his right arm tightly as a throbbing sensation fell over him, He was about to lay into the medic some more when Dani returned with Mayson.&nbsp; His anger shut down almost instantly as he saw the distraught Mayson being escorted to the medic by Dani.&nbsp; <strong> "we need to talk"</strong> he whispered to Dani as he passed by her to help May sit.&nbsp; Miguel's attention was turned to the young blonde forgetting about the sailors tantrum. <br><br>He was about to open his mouth once more before Danielle returned with Sana.&nbsp; <strong> "I haven't seen her,"</strong> he replied to Sana's question even if she didn't hear him.&nbsp; He pulled away from them running quickly to the direction that Dani went.&nbsp; In moments he found her holding an outcold Michelle on her shoulders. <strong> "Hey,'</strong> he slowed as he reached her <strong> "hand her here, "</strong> he began to lift Michelle from her as he gritted his teeth about his broken arm.&nbsp; The words of his Commanding Officer echoed in his head <em>'Phoenix! you make sure your brothers are safe then you save yourself, is that understood!'</em>&nbsp; He was doing just that as he took Michelle from Danielle.&nbsp; <strong> "Dani, go back inside"</strong> His eyes were glued to the sky as he saw the shinning lights <strong> "something isn't right here"</strong>&nbsp; With a gulp he backed away towards the mall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 12:13:33</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Pile-up Intersection, Shopping Centre<br>Michelle, Oliva, Tristyn | then with Mayson and Sana</strong><br><hr><br>She had been out of breath as she took Michelle up onto her shoulders. Her pace slowed where Oliva seemed to be moving faster than her. Had her energy run out? She then saw a familiar figure emerging from the entrance of the shopping centre. It was Tristyn. She was glad he was doing alright, his arm now bandaged. I'll have to thank Miguel for his help, she said to herself as she smiled. Her grin didn't seem to get noticed by her man even when she transferred an unconscious Michelle onto his shoulders. She caught her breath before following Oliva into the mall, leading her to where Sana and Mayson sat.<br><br>Miguel was nowhere to be seen, possibly off in some other part of the mall helping out. She led Oliva to her two other friends, hoping Tristyn would come by a bit later. She was in the moment and had forgotten everything Tristyn said to her prior to her coming here with Oliva. She could have sworn Tristyn told her something, but couldn't recall what it was exactly. <strong>"Hey, you two doing alright?"</strong> she asked Mayson and Sana. <strong>"I found this girl with Michelle. Tristyn is carrying Michelle over here."</strong><br><br>She took a moment to get the whole scene around her. Everywhere, people were hurt, either in a little way or in a big way, and people, common locals, military veterans, and even men and women in business suits dirtying their hands in order to help out. Security guards try to maintain the peace, even as people shoplift items from stores. She looked to where she and Miguel and Katie set their equipment up. There underneath a chair was her camera bag, where the old-fashioned camera was. She also had left her cellphone in the front pocket in the hurry to get over here.<br><br>Danielle walked over to the bag, draped it over her shoulder and took out her cell phone first. She tried to unlock it, but with every button press, the device wouldn't turn on. So, whatever hit everything outside, hit everything in here too? she asked herself. She stashed the disabled cell phone into her pocket and took out the camera. Since the device did not require batteries to operate, Danielle realized that she could still use this, most likely to document this whole situation. Was it globally or did it just hit the city of San Francisco. She took off the lens cover, put in a new roll of film and looked up, aiming at the majestic colors flying the blue sky. An aurora? Here? A solar flare? she asked, snapping pictures of the natural portrait in the ceiling of the mall. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 21:29:10</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br><strong>With everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>Everything since the crash to the food court had melded into a chaotic and confused blur. Mayson wasn't even sure if that had really been Dani helping her or if it had just been some stranger that she'd just imagined as her friend, but once she'd started to regain her composure and saw Tristyn sitting at the same table as her, she knew that it must have really been her. Right away, she felt infinitely more safe, although it didn't stop her from worrying herself sick about Sana and hating herself for not having been able to help her.<br><br>Some nice man...Micheal or Miguel or something with an M was trying to calm Mayson down and keep her still while he cleaned and bandaged her wounds. She kept looking over her shoulder worriedly while Danielle's friend worked on her arm, her eyes lighting up when she finally saw Dani and Sana walking over together. <br><br>Miguel had just finished patching Mayson up when she jumped out of her chair to hug and kiss her girlfriend, being careful not to touch Sana's injured right arm. Then she quickly made the brunette sit down so that Miguel could take care of her as well, stubbornly ignoring Sana's protests that her injuries were just superficial. <strong>"Shhhhh Baby, just let him make sure you're alright. Please. For me?"</strong> She held on tightly to Sana's left hand with her right the entire time, not caring at all that both of their palms were hot and sweaty.<br><br><strong>"Thank you so much, you're an angel!"</strong> Mayson thanked Miguel, her eyes full of gratitude. She wished that she could have said or done more, but she didn't want to keep the man from going to help other people, so she left it at that for now and turned to ask Tristyn if he knew what was going on, fearing that it was some sort of terrorist attack or something, but he was already gone. <strong>"What do we do?"</strong> she asked her girlfriend while turning her head from side to side, taking in the surreal chaos surrounding them. Mayson had never seen anything like it.<br><br>She saw Dani returning with some woman that she didn't know, squeezed Sana's shoulder to get her attention in case she hadn't noticed, and then embraced Danielle tightly when she joined them. It was obvious from the way that Mayson was squeezing Dani that she was infinitely thankful for what her friend had done, it was more than could be put into words. She kept it brief, however, and then checked to make sure that the other girl was okay. She could see some scraped and bruises, but the girl hadn't seemed too bad while walking over, which was reassuring. <br><br><strong>"Are you alright?"</strong> Mayson asked just to make sure, not really trusting herself to make medical assessments based solely on what she could see. <strong>"And Michelle?"</strong> she added, remembering how Dani had mentioned that she'd found the two together. Mayson didn't really like the sound of Tristyn having to carry Michelle, although Dani hadn't made it sound like their friend's life was in danger or anything like that. <strong>"I'm Mayson, this is Sana."</strong> It felt weird making introductions in a time like this, but she didn't really know what else to say, and it made sense to her that they should know what to call each other if they were going to be in the same group in the middle of a crisis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 18:11:50</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>Shopping center parking lot<br>/w everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>Mayson said, <em>"What do we do?" </em><br><br>Before they could talk, Dani came back in with an unconscious Michelle, Tristyn, and a new face that showed signs of familiarity with Michelle. <br><br><em>"Hey, you two doing alright?"</em> Dani asked Mayson and Sana. <em>"I found this girl with Michelle. Tristyn is carrying Michelle over here."</em><br><br>Sana spoke up, <strong>"We're good. We'll be fine."</strong> She nodded yes to emphasize it. <br><br>Mayson wasted no time and introduced herself to the new face. It was easy to admire Mayson's forwardness. She didn't waste any time in trying to make the new face comfortable. <em>Clever girl.</em><br><br>Sana slipped up behind Mayson and rested a hand on her shoulder to let her know that she was with her. Looking to Michelle's friend, she said, <strong>"Hi, I'm Sana. Is Michelle okay? Her nose looks bad. Is there anything we can do to help?"</strong><br><br>Dani had slipped off to join her colleagues and to Sana it looked a bit like maybe she was avoiding Tristyn still. Thankfully he was wrapped up with helping Michelle get some medical attention. There seemed to be a few more people stepping forward to help with bandages and all the minor burns that people received when the electronics popped.<br><br>Half directing this at everyone in ear shot and half towards Mayson because she's the one that asked her earlier. <strong>"It was a solar flare."</strong> She pointed up. <strong>"They said there was going to be some big ones this year. (http://www.examiner.com/article/solar-flares-predicted-to-raise-havoc-2013-scientist-have-new-warning-tool) The last big one in North America was in 1989 in Canada. (http://earthsky.org/human-world/solar-storms-can-cause-power-grids-to-fail-at-lower-latitudes) That left six million people without power for days. Just looking around, this one is way bigger then that. Probably everyone in San Fran and Oakland are without power. Maybe all along the west coast. When that one hit it only took out power lines, not all the electronics.&nbsp; We should grab as much water as we can before we start hiking home. The walk home itself is going to take half an hour or more if the traffic is really bad. By traffic, I mean a lot of people out on the streets... I don't want to be an alarmist guys... but there's probably going to be some rioting in the streets tonight."</strong> Her voice grew quieter towards the end. She wanted to warn her friends but not alarm people around her.<br><br>With those thoughts in mind, she spotted a few cases of bottled water that someone had brought in and she quickly darted over to grab one for all her friends. Quietly she placed water bottles in each persons hand. Then she went back and grabbed some more, handing them out to Dani and her colleagues. <br><br>The location was beginning to make Sana nervous. She forgot about the pain in her wrist and started to worry about the crowds and the shopping centre. Her eyes looked around to find exits, bicycles, water, gatherings of people. This place looked fairly calm and surprisingly well organized. She suspected that was because of the affluence of the neighborhood and the skill sets of the people present. In her fears though, she wondered how bad it might be elsewhere with sets of people less organized and more desperate - places that had less security and spent less money on emergency preparedness. San Fran was a place used to disasters and always prepared but not everywhere received equal attention. She wondered about some of her friends from work and their families. Her brows furrowed as she lost herself in the thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 02:27:59</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Shopping Center</strong><br><strong>Everybody Inside of the Center</strong><br><hr><br>Oliva was in a state of shell-shock. All she could say was <strong>"I'm okay, I'm okay."</strong> When the woman lifted Michelle onto her back, she merely stood up and followed her through the messy streets after grabbing her phone. Her hands covered her mouth in shock, and she tried her best to avoid staring at any of the bodies and wounded. She was just a simple Starbucks manager. In the past, she had avoided donating blood because she hated the sight of it. It was haunting.<br><br>She subconsciously made a decision to trust the woman whom she assumed was one of Michelle's friends. Adrenaline carried her to the mall, and she found herself unable to remember the trip to the parking lot. As each minute passed, she found herself slowly regaining her ability to think rationally.<br><br>They arrived at the shopping center, and Oliva found the nearest chair in which to sit. Her face was inflated from crying, but her tears had stopped. Her mind was focused mostly on Michelle. Unlike some of the others, she wasn't even considering the bigger picture.<br><br>She turned toward Mayson and managed to fake a slight smile.<strong> "I'm Oliva. I was riding with Michelle when we- when we crashed."</strong> She stammered. <strong>"She is unconscious and covered in blood. I don't know- I didn't know what to do... I don't even know how serious it is."</strong> Hatred for her inability was boiling deep down inside of her. Why was she spared from any significant injury? Why her? The girl was obviously in no mental shape to help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 05:57:31</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>His arm was throbing as he lay Michelle down on an open table <strong> "I need help over here!"</strong> he shouted as he began to look the unconcious figure of his friend over.&nbsp; He turned looking towards the paramedic Miguel, Danielles one friend.&nbsp; <strong> "Hey MIGZ!,"</strong> he said in a sarcastic tone loud enough for both the paramedic as well as her to hear it.&nbsp; <strong> "We got an unconcious one over here that needs attended to! Hop to doctor boy!"</strong>&nbsp; his tone was that of annoyance mixed with urgency for his friends condition.&nbsp; His arm throbbed and he knew he should've just sat there and finished being attended to.&nbsp; But he knew he couldn't just sit about and do nothing, he was soldier, a seal and he knew he could do something to help.<br><br>When Sana handed them the water he drank about half the bottle on the spot there.&nbsp; <strong>"Olivia right? well do you know where Michelles house keys are? were they attached to the car keys, focus and remember if you can"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 22:36:15</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Shopping Centre<br>With Tristyn, Michelle, Oliva, Sana and Mayson | Miguel (NPC)</strong><br><hr><br>Danielle had stopped taking photos of the disaster to wonder how bad it was in other parts of the city. Being a native to San Francisco, she knew the daily life of a local relied on all sorts of technology. Be it in transportations, communications, even social networking. Now everything was gone. How long will this last? she asked herself. Did the other cities get hit too, like Alameda? Emeryville? Oakland? Danielle hoped her parents were okay when everything stopped working for them. A million people having to resort to days using primitive technology seemed unthinkable to Danielle, but now it was a reality.<br><br>She resumed taking pictures of the relief effort, even taking a photo of the owner of the mall helping children who were hurt or who were scared. When she heard Tristyn's voice yell out Miguel's nickname, she turned and found Michelle laid over a makeshift table from the food court. She was still unconscious, but that wasn't what worried her. It was her man, yelling at Miguel like he was his subordinate. She aimed her lens at the confrontation, snapping a photo that captured the desperation in this crisis. Tristyn's shouting was brought down with water that was handed to everyone in the immediate area by Sana. He then went straight over to the new girl, Oliva, requested her to remember where Michelle's house keys were. That was it. She knew Tristyn's anger would only escalate from that point. So, when she got her own bottle, she walked back over and took Tristyn by the arm, dragging him to sit on a ledge next to a dead coin fountain, that, if the power wasn't cut off, would be tossing water into the air majestically.<br><br>She sat down next to him and took a deep breath before asking, <strong>"Baby ... are you mad about last night?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 17:32:35</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br><strong>With everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"Hey. Oliva, did fine, it's gonna be alright. She's in good hands."</strong> Mayson lightly rubbed the girls shoulder to hopefully up her morale a little before moving her hand to Oliva's back and gently nudging her towards a chair. She could see Tristyn returning with Michelle in his arms, and even from afar the girl didn't look great, so she tried to keep Oliva's attention occupied so that she wouldn't turn around and look. The girl was already distraught about the whole situation, understandably, and she seemed to be blaming herself, so Mayson was just trying to help out in whatever small way that she could while letting those who knew what they were doing attend to their unconscious friend.<br><br>She took a couple of sips from the water that Sana had given her while listening to her briefly explain what had happened, saving the rest of the water for later in case they didn't have more on hand. It made her feel quite a bit better than there was apparently a precedent for this phenomenon, for some reason that made Mayson feel like it wasn't as insane and that life would go back to normal within a few days. One part she didn't get, however.<br><br><strong>"Rioting...why would there be rioting?"</strong> she asked her girlfriend, not quite understanding what there would be to riot about, but then again she always tended to be overly optimistic when it came to human nature, for better or for worse. <strong>"We should be good walking home, though, right honey...?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 01:28:47</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>Shopping center parking lot<br>/w everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>The sound of Mayson's voice asking her questions, snapped Sana out of her daze. She walked the few steps back over to her and then knelt down in front of Oliva to get at eye level. <br><br><strong>"Are you alright, Oliva? Drink some water it'll help. I think you're in a bit of shock. It should pass but you need to breath. Steady yourself."</strong><br><br>She stood up next to Mayson. <strong>"Look around. There's so many people hurt. Probably thousands like us and ten times that many with minor lacerations and burns from the electronics. Not to mention any industrial accidents that might have all just happened. The hospitals will be full, there's no way to draw out more money and shops will be all closed. The people in some areas will panic. Plus in places there's gangs that will take this as an opportunity to loot. Angry desperate people. Once the night falls and people think they can get away with it. Let's just say I'm glad we live in a nice neighborhood."</strong><br><br>Realizing that she was all doom and gloom she gave Mayson a half smile.<strong>"Don't panic we'll be fine. We have hours to go before nightfall. Shouldn't take us too long to get home. Russian Hills and this area won't be bad. I just hope Michelle is alright and wakes up soon." </strong><br><br>Sana made the few steps to the wall of glass that looked out on the parking lot. There was a low odd sound so Sana stepped out to see what it was. Shielding her eyes from the sun she looked around then overhead.<br><br>From behind her a massive Jet Liner flew just overhead. It was so quiet. The sound was more like the whooshing of the wind through leaves. It felt like she could just reach up and touch it. In reality the passenger jet was still about a hundred feet up in the air. Then the horror of what was happening began to settle in.<br><br><strong>"Oh Shit!"</strong> Her hand reached back instinctively looking for Mayson's but she just couldn't turn her eyes away from what was happening. A sickening feeling worse then everything before had caused tightened it's grip on her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 01:57:01</strong>
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				Flight 128 on the Airbus A380 from Singapore Airlines had departed Hawaii bound for San Francisco International hours before the solar flares. That's when all communications went dead, the engines cut out, and flight controls switched to manual. It was like trying to drive a bus through molasses. <br><br>With San Francisco on the horizon the pilots made a decision. With altitude and prevailing winds at the time before the instruments went dead they believed they could land the plane at San Fran international still. <br><br>Believe it or not an average jet liner at travel altitude can glide for roughly twenty minutes with absolutely no engines. If a runway is nearby and the planes controls work, they can land safely. Unfortunately for these pilots, the electronic controls weren't working. So as the plane glided in over the city the now fully emergency prepared passengers watched in horror as they grazed over the tops of buildings. Below a shiny new Moroccan inspired shopping centre and packed parking lot looked so close that they could just step out into it. <br><br>In the next moment the jetliner came down hard on it's landing gears. When the nose touched the gear snapped like it wasn't even there and the plane pitched to one side, caught the tip of it's wing and spiraled out of control. It went off the freeway that they had tried to land on and slammed sideways into a large hotel roughly a half mile from the Moroccan themed shopping centre.<br><br>There was little fuel left in the plane but it was more then enough to explode. The heat of the blast could be felt from hundreds of feet away. The entire hotel complex instantly became an inferno. <br><br><em>Airbus A380 - Seating Capacity: 519<br>Luxury Hotel - 543 rooms</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 05:10:24</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Moroccan Shopping Mall<br>With Tristyn and everyone else</strong><br><hr><br>Not long after asking Tristyn if he was mad because of her refusal to his proposal, all activity, be it getting hassled by security guards or victims of the initial surge being tended by volunteer doctors and nurses, ceased, for it seemed something else was happening outside. The fast moving shadow similar to that of a massive bird crossing the sun rays, casted a dark shape that lasted a fraction of a second, and it passed across every opening, be it a glass window or entrance. People underneath the canopy windows were startled and wondered what could be happening outside that wasn't the obvious aurora in the sky. It came without warning, for inside the mall, anyone busy tending to the needs of the victims could not hear what the people outside were hearing. Those who were aware, like Sana, heard it. Danielle heard it too and she looked up to see what it was that caused it. It was a low whistle, the same kind that sounded when something massive was falling from the sky, like it does in the movies. Danielle could hear the people on the upper levels of the mall either asking what could be that one object coming down from the sky or screaming to everyone around to run. She couldn't explain the danger, but she didn't have to.<br><br>From where she was, seated on a fountain ledge that overlooked the lower level food court, she saw a massive object. She took out her camera to see what it was. It was one of those large jet liners, flying awfully low, and then she realized how it was affected by what they were going through. Caught in what fried all electronics, the plane lost control of its engines and had too little of the thrust it needed to fly higher. It was heading straight for the mall, or so Danielle thought, for it looked like it was trying to crash land in the general area. Danielle's hand instinctively drifted close to Tristyn, ultimately grasping his own hand, tightly in fact, for she was scared genuinely. Half of the people around her noticed and either froze or went into a frenzy, creating a stampede of people heading for the exits, bottlenecking at the doors.<br><br>It seemed like time stood still on that ledge. With Danielle holding Tristyn's hands, it seemed like this moment could be their last, and she wanted their last moment to be them two together, despite the rejection and the cause of the refusal. Could Tristyn ever forgive her at this moment? Her eyes widened and then closed as the plane neared the shopping mall. She expected the building and the foundations to shake due to the plane coming into contact with the mall, but fortunately, nothing happened, in the mall at least. Beyond the mall's parking lot, the plane violent brushed its fuselage and wings into the tops of buildings, sending debris and rubble falling to the streets below. The main body of the plane impacted with something that caused it to slide, almost to a stop, yet with one wing breaking off and sending jet engines straight into office buildings. The sheer speed of the massive aircraft told Danielle that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon and soon enough, whatever it landed on, collapsed under the sheer weight, drifting the plane off to the side and ultimately into a towering hotel. There was no delay and once the plane went into the building, the fuel ignited, lighting the building and surrounding buildings ablaze. The scene looked as if it was the subject of a movie.<br><br>Danielle slowly stood, taking her camera in one hand and Tristyn's in the other. Despite Tristyn's possible reluctance to leave the ledge, Danielle would pull him to the nearest entrance, only to let go of his hand and as if in a photographer's trance, lifted her camera to capture the disaster firsthand. Why couldn't the plane kill us once and for all, together, despite our shortcoming, Danielle thought, taking picture after picture. She would take the same picture over and over, eventually running out of film, but she still wouldn't stop pressing the shutter key and forcing the dial to wound the film, even though it wouldn't budge another inch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 21:13:02</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br><strong>With everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>Mayson made a bit of a disappointed face while Sana explained the realities of the situation to her, feeling a bit silly and useless for not knowing any of this stuff in the first place, and especially sad that human nature lent itself to the kind of behavior that the brunette was describing. Even the reassurance that their neighborhood would be relatively safe wasn't of much consolation, because now she felt terrible for everyone who wasn't as lucky and was stuck in a worse part of the city.<br><br>She just mumbled an, <strong>"Oh..."</strong> and then followed her girlfriend to the large glass window out of habit of usually going wherever Sana went. Mayson saw the other girl's reaching back towards her and quickly interlocked her fingers with Sana's, that too coming very naturally to her, although something about the tension that she could feel in Sana's arm alerted her that all wasn't well. Mayson had heard the whooshing sound too, but she hadn't given it much thought or realized what it was until the plane clearly came into view through the window.<br><br><strong>"Wha- Oh my god!"</strong> she suddenly gasped in horror when she saw it, squeezing her girlfriend's fingers and wrapping her other arm around Sana's much like she did whenever they were watching a scary movie, only a lot more tightly. Mayson wanted to look away, to bury her face into Sana's shoulder and not watch what was about to happen, but she was frozen in place and couldn't bring herself to move, her eyes riveted on the surreal scene ahead.<br><br>The crash and explosion was a million times worse than anything she'd ever seen on TV or in a movie, it didn't even compare. As she watched on, paralyzed with dread, Mayson couldn't stop asking herself how many people were on that plane and in that building, how many lives had just been extinguished in a single moment? And then multiplied by how many planes there were traveling through the affected area...she couldn't even wrap her mind around the number.<br><br>She was too shocked to even cry. Prior to this, the most tragic thing that Mayson had ever witnessed was a cat getting run over by a car when she was a teenager, and she'd felt sad about it for at least two days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 05:50:09</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>The world swam slowly about them as he was pulled aside to sit and finally confront the one and only thing that truthfully hurt him at this moment.&nbsp; <em>'How could you do this to me Dani! How after everything we've been through, what did I do to cause this?&nbsp; What went wrong for me to get a No out fo you? Was I a bad lover? Did I annoy you? Hurt you? Anger you? What was it Danielle?!?!?!'</em>&nbsp; His eyes stared at her as his mouth slightly parted.&nbsp; His right arm hurt like all hell but he ignored it as his heart was the center of the real pain.&nbsp; <em>'So tell me Dani, tell me was it him?&nbsp; your Migz, your hero doctor over there'</em>&nbsp; his eyes lifted to spot the paramedic tending to Michelle before his eyes fell to the motionless coin foutain.&nbsp; A shiney bright new penny stared back at him from the murky water as a sigh escaped him.<br><br><em>'Do you not love me anymore? Is it someone else?'</em><br><br>Green eyes rose to meet hers once more as he gulped softly.&nbsp; The conversation played so methodicly in his head, he had questions and comments all ready to spill out.&nbsp; However as his mouth opened and his lips moved the only word that came out was a question <strong>"Baby?'</strong> The term confused him, she still called him baby after rejecting him and ripping his heart from him, yet he was still her "baby".<br><br>More words and answers and questions flooded him as he was ready, this time he was going to tear her a new one, make her regret rejecting him.&nbsp; He was going to tell her off and to go away and that he never wanted anything of her again.&nbsp; However this new found ambition to fight with her ended quickly when he felt her soft hand take his.&nbsp; ALl that anger, all that pain, it was gone, just like that.&nbsp; Her touch could heal <em>'did jesus teach you that?'</em> he thought as his eyes were stuck on their hands grasping.&nbsp; It took him moments and the simple fact that her grasp on his hand was tightening for him to raise his eyes. <em>' whats everyone looking at...'</em>&nbsp; as pondered the question the shadow of the plane appeared on the ground.&nbsp; He raised his eyes to the skies now <strong>"shit"</strong> his voice was low and soft as Danielles hand pulled him to the window.&nbsp; He was mesmerized by the plane moving towards them, not just a year ago he lost a good friend and soldier to an air plane malfunction so it only made him wonder what was going on up there.&nbsp; <br><br>He found her shaking as she let go of his hand to begin a barage of photos after the plane had crashed just past the mall.&nbsp; The look on her face saddened him, she was afraid.&nbsp; Fear, something that caused her agony and pain, something he hated to see her in.&nbsp; With a sigh he moved closer to her <strong>"Dani,"</strong> he spoke has placed his hand to her camera pushing it downward from her face.&nbsp; <strong> "Dani, no more"</strong> he said softly as he pulled her to him to hug her and comfort her.&nbsp; He knew his duty right now was to her, to protect her and comfort her , to be her armor when she needed it, to keep the fear at bay.&nbsp; <strong>"Relax ok, we're ok, you're ok, just breath and let the fear that is painted in your eyes go, I'm here for you, I promise"</strong> was all he said as he kissed her head before looking back to the others.<br><br><em>'need a game plan, but first we need to get home'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 22:59:14</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>Shopping center parking lot<br>/w everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>Sana felt the tight grip of Mayson then wrapped her other arm around to pull her in, trying to turn her away from the blazing inferno in the distance. Here and there people shrieked in horror while others blinked in shock. The heat of the explosion making the nightmarish sight all to real. <br><br>At first Sana felt shock, mentally she counted the bodies. It was a big plane, she estimated seat count, number of empty seats,.. it went on as a mathematical computation in her head... Building, road, windows, cars, probability of human presence in each window, distance of explosion. Her mind raced and she tried to bend it to other things, the distance the debris flew to calculate the force of the explosion in kilograms per square centimetre, the amount of torgue required to shear rebar encased in concrete. It played out in her head quickly until she was able to curve her thoughts back to the world around her.<br><br>Sana blurted out, <strong>"We need to get home. We shouldn't stay here. Mayson, are you ready to leave?"</strong> The question was rhetorical really, she didn't plan on staying much longer anyways. However, she wanted to make sure that Mayson was thinking about the hear and now too. To ensure she was not lost in counting the dead. Something like that could cause a person to lose themselves in grief.<br><br><strong>"Let's get Michelle."</strong> Her hand firmly rubbed Mayson's back. It was as much to comfort as it was herself. The human contact reminded her that she had other things to think about besides the disaster. First priorities were to ensure shelter, water, and food. They needed to get off the streets and they had a long walk ahead of them before that happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 23:42:50</strong>
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				<strong>Oliva</strong><br><strong>Leaving the Shopping Center</strong><br><strong>Nobody</strong><br><hr><br>Everything was a disaster, and Oliva couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. She had never been brave, and the situation was bringing out her cowardice. Even though everybody around her seemed nice, she didn't know any of them. She began to worry about her own family, friends, and coworkers. <br><br>She rose to her feet and paced around nervously in a circle. <strong>"I-I'm sorry. I have to leave. I can't stay here."</strong> She was shivering from head to toe. Her eyes connected with Michelle, and she couldn't help but gasp. It looked bad, and Oliva was fearing the worst. <strong>"Tell Michelle that I'll be back, okay? Please, please keep her safe. She- Umm..."</strong> She stopped short of finishing. Her breathing was heavy, and she felt bad about leaving, but her instinct told her to flee. Without waiting for a response, Oliva turned and hurried away from the group. <br><br>The walk to the airport was crowded with crashed cars, but she was determined to reach it. There would be officials at the airport, and she hoped to gain some sort of information. She managed to shake the image of Michelle out of her head. Part of her wanted to stick with the woman, and the other part believed their entire friendship to be a mistake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 03:08:05</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Moroccan Shopping Centre<br>With Tristyn and everyone | Miguel (NPC)</strong><br><hr><br><em>"Relax ok, we're ok, you're ok, just breath and let the fear that is painted in your eyes go, I'm here for you, I promise,"</em> Tristyn had said to her after gently pushing down the lens of her camera, revealing the fright on her face. Her camera drifted off to the side as their bodies closed in on each other, ending in contact. Tristyn gave Danielle a kiss upon her lips that sent silent tears down her cheeks. All noise, chaos and panicking voices around them were drown out by ... what? Tristyn's love, his forgiveness? <em>Why is he holding me, kissing me like this? Is it his intention to keep me close so that he can tell me how mad he is of me?</em> she asked herself, but remembered their first date together, where they met at a renovated-church-turned-bar, listening to the music that bonded them together. She had thought wrong of him and their relationship then and she was going to do it again. <em>No, he's holding me, kissing me, telling me everything is going to be alright because he loves me. There's no other reason. I don't want to lose him. I have to have more faith in him.</em><br><br>She parted from the kiss to wipe her tears and caught her breath too, but was saddened by that new girl, Oliva, leaving and saying goodbye. Danielle's thoughts were on Michelle, now that the girl had disappeared. Danielle had sympathy for Michelle. In just two days, two people have left her alone, one that she was aware of, and one while she was unconscious. Taking another deep breath again, she pulled Tristyn over to met Sana and Mayson where Miguel was tending to Michelle.<br><br>It was going to hurt and most likely wake her up in the most painful way, but her nose had to be set. If it wasn't, then she wouldn't look right. He was here, making splints, wrapping bandages, promoting healing, but he was also here so that everyone still had their dignity in this time of crisis. He leaned over the unconscious body of Michelle, and with his thumb and index finger, set Michelle's nose to its rightful place and got ready with the gauze and melting ice-packs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 20:47:39</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Shopping Mall</strong><br><strong>Everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Just moments after the jolt of pain surged through her body Michelle opened her eyes again. She looked completely baffled at everybody around her, confused as hell. <em>What the hell happened?</em> She tried to sit up and touched her throbbing nose. Because of the rough treatment it had just recieved again, it had started to bleed again. Slowly she began to think clearly as she held an ice pack against her nose.<br><br>She looked at Sana and May and then at Tristyn and Dani. <em>Oh Good... they're back together.</em> Then she looked around searching for Oliva. As she looked around she could see and hear the panic that had broken out in the mall. It was dark and Michelle got the feeling that something was really off. The last thing she remembered was in the car and that had seemed like an ordinary car crash. Despite not knowing what was going on, her instincts immediately told her that whatever happened wasn't just her crashing her car. This was something a bit bigger. <br><br><em>What the fuck is that smell?</em><br>It was a question she knew the answer to. A smell she smelled everyday at work. Kerosine. But why was it here in the mall? Generators run on diesel, not kerosine. With her mind still being sluggish she finally also saw the fire and felt the warmth. Fire and kerosine could only mean one thing. In her mind she flew the approach to San Francisco. The mall wasn't at the approach path for the runways. Why did they get so far off course? Why did they crash into a populated area with the San Francisco Bay or the ocean so close. A good pilot would always pick an open space if he was to crash. None of this helped with her growing confusion. A car crash, the mall in panic and in the dark and a plane crash. Finally she stood up and looked at her friends.<br><br><strong>"What the fuck happened?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 18:46:52</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br><strong>With everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>Mayson heard Sana's words but barely understood or processed them, her mind still consumed by the shock as she stared out the window towards the blaze and chaos. Hearing Michelle's name turned out to be what snapped her out of it at least somewhat, her concern for her friend trumping everything else in the present moment. <strong>"Mmhm,"</strong> she acknowledged softly, allowing herself to be guided in the right direction by the hand which Sana had placed on her back.<br><br>They found the girl understandably confused and distressed. Michelle's face looked pretty bad, but Mayson forced herself not to say anything and not to cringe in empathy, not wanting to risk making her even more upset. Once they were all home and safe, then they could take better care of her. Mayson had already decided that she and Sana were taking her home with them, there was no way that they could let Michelle go off on her own like that, especially with her friend having apparently disappeared all of a sudden.<br><br><strong>"Hey...you're okay,"</strong> she whispered as comfortably as she could, placing her hands on Michelle's shoulders to help steady her. <strong>"We're going to be okay, we're going home now. You're staying with us. Your friend was fine but she had to go check on her family,"</strong> Mayson lied, hoping that Oliva had family in the area so that it wouldn't be obvious. She just didn't want to make Michelle feel any worse than she already probably did. <strong>"Michie, can you walk?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 06:30:12</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br><br>He watched her reaction to his words which caused alittle knot in his stomache.&nbsp; <em>'Does she still care for me? of is this just the fear of everything setting in?'<em> He pondered to himself as saw the fear in her eyes.&nbsp; He reached is free hand up to move a loose strand of hair from her check that was matted by the tears she was letting glid down her cheek.&nbsp; <strong>"Trust me,"</strong> He paused to wink at her <strong>"I'm a navy seal"</strong>&nbsp; He had stolen the line from the infamous BBC show "Doctor Who" which Dani knew to be one of his favorites.&nbsp; He liked making quips and jokes about his nerd side which he hoped would relax her and possibly make her smile.<br><br>People were crying and screaming all about as these sounds made him snap back to reality.&nbsp; There would be no joking and no laughing, atleast not from him anyways.&nbsp; The stench of blood and sweet filled his nose as he looked to his left, his green eyes focusing on a man who lost a leg from the wrecking.&nbsp; The man just sat there staring off into nothingness <em>'Is he dead?'</em>&nbsp; He gulped as he parted his lips about to let the words of question fly from them when he felt her pulling him away.<br><br>He was brought to the small group of friends as his eyes finally left the man in the corner who still sat motionless.&nbsp; With a sigh he brought his attention to the girls as he heard Mayson speaking.&nbsp; His eyes played over them all noticing injuries, checking facial expressions <em>'all of its pain and confussion'</em> His eyes fell on Miguel and still felt the sudden urge to rip him a new one.&nbsp; Why was this though? gritting his teeth he instantly looked up when Mayson spoke about going home.<br><br><strong>"Aye, I agree, May has the right thing in mind.&nbsp; First we're only in the way if we stay here, second, in times like this it can get dangerous.&nbsp; Once in Iraq, in a small village in the north chaos and rioting broke out.&nbsp; Children and women were beaten and killed, all of this was over a helicopter crash.&nbsp; Now im not saying thatll happen here, but I rather have you all back home to why I know your safe, and there we can come up with a better game plan"&nbsp; Why was he taking the lead?&nbsp; why was he being over protective?&nbsp; <em>'These are your girls, you protect them, they care and lvoe you, you keep them safe'</em>&nbsp; Oddly enough the voice inside his head was that of his Memaw's.&nbsp; His grandmother or Memaw was always on him about being protective of woman to make sure they're safe before he was.&nbsp; He smiled and nodded as if she were there.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"So we ready to go?"</strong></strong></em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 15:16:01</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Shopping Mall</strong><br><strong>Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"Please guys... what happened?"</strong><br><br>Michelle was still oblivious as to what had happened and it made her feel very uneasy. Why did she had to stay with May and Sana?<br><br><strong>"I can walk.... I think."</strong><br><br>She stood up and made a few wonky steps, finding her balance by leaning against Tristyn. A lot of thoughts ran through her mind. Obviously, May knew something why it wouldn't be a good idea for Michelle to go home and stay alone. Oliva had left her, not because they had an accident but something more serious had happened. Again she looked around the mall and her stomach turned. So many people and all in panic or wounded. Why would Oliva leave her and go at it alone? <br><br>Michelle sighed and walked in a small circle as if practicing if she could still walk.<br><br><strong>"Did you bring my bag? My phone's in there. I need to call Oliva."</strong><br><br>She looked worried at her friends, still not knowing the full scale of the situation and the troubles they were in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 14:35:05</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>Shopping center parking lot<br>/w everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>Sana followed Mayson and went over to give Michelle a hug seeing that she was up and alright. Plus, she just wanted to see if she'd wince when she did it. A litmus test to determine just how well, Michelle really was. <br><br>Hearing the questions, Sana volunteered the information. <strong>"Michelle, hun. We got whammy'd with a solar flare I think. The sky is like a freaking Aurora light show out there</strong>." Sana didn't go into details, she knew that Michelle would have a familiarity with solar activity.<strong> "This one was super bad. You're phone, the lights, everything is out. That's what caused the car crash you were in. Everything started sparking then it all just went dead. I'm guessing it'll be a few days until it gets back up again. I should be able to fix most of our electronics but it's all useless until the power is restored."</strong><br><br>Hearing the questions about Oliva she decided to go with Mayson's story because it sounded reasonable. <strong>"I think once Oliva knew you were okay she got worried about friends and family so she told us to tell you that she'd find you again but right now she had to go them. She wasn't hurt or anything so she's alright."</strong> Switching subjects she continued, <strong>"Listen, I don't know how to tell you this but we just saw a jet liner fall from the sky like a paper weight. Everyone's right, we gotta get out of here and hit the road."</strong><br><br>Speaking in general to everyone now, <strong>"Grab another bottle of water everyone and let's get out of here."</strong> Sana said, <strong>"We'll take it slow and head in the direction of home. Unless anyone's got another plan?"</strong> She stood back next to Mayson and slipped an arm reassuringly over her shoulder to give her an affectionate squeeze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 01:17:12</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Moroccan Shopping Centre<br>Everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Michelle was alright. Apart from Oliva leaving, everyone, including Tristyn, was alright. Her man told her to trust him and not only was she beginning to trust him again, all the other ladies were trusting him, following his lead. Danielle momentarily left Tristyn's side to retrieve her stuff sitting nearby and came back with her hands full. <strong>"Babe, can you hold this?"</strong> she asked Tristyn, handing him the heaviest bag. She placed her camera in the bag she had over her shoulder, minding to stash a few more water bottles in the empty spaces of the bag. All the batteries were pretty much useless, but the memory sticks still held the pictures she took today. If and when this cataclysmic event ended, the first thing she would do is write an article about this, making sure to include the pictures she took as the drama took place all around her.<br><br><strong>"That's probably the best idea, Sana,"</strong> Danielle seconded. <strong>"Let's go with it. I know last night might have divided us a bit, but I realize, we're much better off if we stick together."</strong> Danielle neared Tristyn, interlocking her fingers with the man's fingers and squeezing as she looked up with a smile.<br><br>It would take an explosion, rubble from a building fall several stories to the streets below, and panicked screams of those people trying to get out of the way, to divert everyone's attention from this agreement to stick together to the danger all around them. Danielle turned her head back to her small group, nodding first to Miguel who just revived Katie and was embracing her passionately. She then said to her friends, <strong>"The sooner, the better."</strong> She took a step towards the entrance opposite the one that displayed the gruesome scene with her with her fingers still locked with Tristyn's. Whether she felt resistance or not depended on Tristyn's willingness to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 21:08:15</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Shopping Mall</strong><br><strong>Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><em>Solar flare!?</em><br><br>It didn't really ring through at first with Michelle but as they got outside and she looked up, it really hit home. That's a freaking aurora. Sure she'd seen them before on some of her flights but never this far south at this time of the year. Another thing she noticed once outside was the putrid smell that mixed with the jet fuel. Part of her knew what it was but she tried not to think about it. <br><br><strong>"Yes.. Yes I think I wanna stay with you for now." </strong><br><br>She said it mostly to herself than to May or Sana but what the others had seen happening over a time of a half hour, Michelle got all at once and she felt at a total loss what to do. Michelle still wanted her bag, or at least see if it was still in the car. After Andrew had left her apartment was her house, not her home so leaving that behind for now wasn't a big deal but there were some things she wanted to get and rescue from looters in case they made their way to the top floor of her highrise. In a way it made more sense to go to the top floors as thats where the penthouses were located and then they'd work their way down. At least in Michelle'd mind they did.<br><br>She again looked at the hotel and the remains of the airplane. When she saw the massive tail fin of the airplane with the golden bird she immediately knew the scale of the disaster. <br><br><strong>"That's an A380 guys. Singapore Airlines. There will have been about 400 souls on board that airplane." </strong><br><br>She shuddered at the thought. <br><br><strong>"Did this happen in the Bay area alone? Or all over the country?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 04:29:28</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>Tristyn just felt himself being pulled along by Dani as he shrugged at Michelle's comment about if this was happening all about the whole world or was this secluded to the bay area.&nbsp; <strong>"That I am not sure about, you were out cold for a few, but not quite that long so we're still in the dark here as well,"</strong> He finally tugged back to slow his other halves pulling.&nbsp; <strong>"Our best bet now is to treat it like it is a world wide incident, hostiles are all about, common sense and rational thinking is in the shitter,"</strong> he finally released Danielle's hand before making his way around a few cars spotting ways to slip out. His eyes turned back to the group of girls and he smiled softly to them. <br><br><em>'Be reassuring, be positive, they need you to be there for them, correction, you need them there for you, you need them to be your reason, you need her'</em><br><br>Green eyes shifted about as he saw it all beginning.&nbsp; A few minor thuggish low lives stealing wallets or watches from cars and even the recently decease.&nbsp; <strong>"And it begins..."</strong> he muttered softly as his words trailed off to silence.&nbsp; He raised his hands waiving for the girls <strong>"come on, time to go home, be quick, if need I can carry someone, but we gotta be quick!" </strong> his hand waved to them but his eyes were glued to the few assholes making fools of themselves.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 19:47:26</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>Shopping center parking lot</strong><br><strong>With everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Mayson was relieved when Sana backed her up with the white lie that she'd told Michelle, though she'd pretty much expected it. They'd been together long enough and had a close enough bond to where they could get a good idea of what the other was thinking without having to explicitly say or do anything, and in this case it had been pretty obvious anyways. <br><br>It made her feel sick to her stomach when Michelle estimated the amount of casualties in the plane crash that they'd witnessed. And that was surely just a fraction of it, depending on how widespread the effects of solar flare turned out to be. Were there people that she knew that she'd never seen again? Family, friends, neighbors? Worst case scenarios began to materialize in Mayson's head one after the other, each subsequent one worse than the last.<br><br>At first Mayson was angry at her friend for even bringing it up, feeling as if nobody needed to hear that right now, but that wasn't really it. She was more upset with the whole situation as well as her inability to cope with it. But Mayson didn't want to become a useless burden to Sana and everyone else, she wanted to help keep them safe in whatever way that she could, so she made herself snap out of it and push those dark thoughts down, allowing herself to focus on the present. <br><br>Heeding Sana's suggestion, she grabbed several extra water bottles and handed them out to whoever wanted to take some before they all made their way outside together. It seemed even more hectic and loud than it had from inside the mall, and somehow they were supposed to wade through the chaos and get back home. The best thing that Mayson could think of doing was just following Tristyn and staying ready to do whatever he said, since surely he'd been through worse and would know what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 01:08:30</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>Shopping center parking lot<br>/w everyone inside the centre</strong><br><hr><br>Sana gave Tristyn a smile. He was clearly doing his manly thing and being the strong knight in shining armor. She didn't mind. It actually felt a little reassuring to have a Navy Seal with them and he would die before he ever let anything happen to Dani. Which meant that he'd protect all of them of course.<br><br>Michelle told them how big the plane was and how many on board. Sana's eyebrows furrowed in concern for Michelle. She just knew that as a pilot Michelle was most likely picturing that being her plane.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry, "</strong> was all Sana could say to it.<br><br>After the pilot let out a visible shudder, Sana reached out with an arm to help steady her. Or at least she'd offer her shoulder to lean on. <br><br><strong>"Michelle, I don't know about the how big the solar flare was. Most likely it effected the whole western seaboard. These things spread out from the sun in massive waves of energy by the time it reaches Earth... Don't worry to much about it right now though. I'm sure they'll have power back up in a couple days."</strong> In her head she made the calculations again and she just couldn't imagine the power coming back up in less then 3 days. Even then, most electronics would still be out.&nbsp; <strong>"Listen, lets just get back to our place. I should be able to fix up a radio or something and maybe get some of our other stuff working."</strong><br><br>Sana made a point of getting herself close to Mayson, <strong>"Babe, do you know any elderly people in our building? I might be able to get their car working when we get back, with a little help anyways. Then we'd have a car, we could get them and us some supplies and maybe try to find out just how widespread this thing is?</strong>"<br><br>If nothing intervened then Sana would hike with the others back to Russian Hills... At some point, she'd offer to have everyone stay at their place and stop by each person's house on the way to gather supplies, clothes, etc.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 04:21:53</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Moroccan Shopping Center<br>with everyone</strong><br><hr><br><em>He must still be mad,</em> Danielle thought as Tristyn refused to carry the heaviest bag that she had offered him to carry. She shouldered the bag along with her backpack and watched her man run out to find a way out of the chaos. Instead of frowning, she grinned, mostly to the fact that she had forgotten Tristyn was a Navy Seal. Her ears heard the supportive talk of Sana and May and when Sana gave Michelle help to walk, she walked right beside her, offering her support as well. <strong>"The sooner we get to Russian Hill, we'll see how widespread this whole catastrophe is,"</strong> she said.<br><br>She increased her pace to catch up to Tristyn. She again offered him her heaviest bag, jokingly saying, <strong>"I think you forgot this babe."</strong> Once he took the bag, she too looked around to see the chaos unfolding in society. With so many emergencies with no emergency personnel to tend to them all, the more morally inept had the nerve to steal from those affected by the disaster. By now, shopkeeper were chasing looters as they ran away with TVs, laptops, even groceries and water bottles of all things. Everyone was striving to survive, just because there was no power. With her Navy Seal boyfriend, protecting her and their friends, Danielle had the nerve to pull out her camera to take a picture of the commotion. Not wanting herself to be a target, she stashed her camera back in her bag after ten shots. <strong>"It'll be a long walk, for sure, babe,"</strong> she muttered, sticking close to her man's side. <strong>"Do you think we'll make it before sundown?"</strong> For the first time after the supportive speech by everyone, Danielle felt doubt that they would make it safely back up to Russian Hill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 22:52:11</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Shopping Mall</strong><br><strong>Everyone</strong><br><hr><br>By the time the troops were rallied and they started walking, Michelle was still a bit in shock about the whole thing. She knew she needed her bag if they were going home to get her keys. If her phone wouldn't work, at least she would need her keys. When she had told her friends about the bag she left in her car, they all went with her, probably because Sana and May's Audi was somewhere out there as well. <br><br>When she had located the wreck of the brand new white BMW Michelle found out how fragile society was and how little it took to completely unrafel it. At the moment of the first crashes everybody was too shocked about what happened and when the plane hit, everybody fled the area. Some brave police officers decided to 'guard' the pile up at the junction. They soon realized however how futile that was and how much more serious stuff was going on, probably around town. The had apparently just left because the low lifes of society were jumping on the wrecks like vultures on a fresh carcass. <br><br>The BMW was 'protected' by at least two cars on either side but that didn't stop them from getting there and just as Michelle and her friends go to her car, one of the thugs, he couldn't be much older than 20, came out of her car with her distinctive white handbag. He could have searched the bag and take it's contents alone but the LV badge probably told him the bag itself was worth a lot of money as well.<br><br>"Hey! Hey that's my bag you little fuck! Give it back!" <br><br>And then in a bit of panic she turned to her friends..<br><br>"He's got my bag! My keys are in there and my passport and everything!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 04:21:34</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>His eyes met Danielle's for a few moments as he took the bag from his woman's hands.&nbsp; He let a soft smile play across his lips <strong>"I, yeah sorry, kind of wrapped up in all of this"</strong> he muttered to her before giving her a soft wink.&nbsp; His eyes returned to scanning the route as they noticed looters and thieves moving all about them.&nbsp; It angered and disgusted him that people would jump on the opportunity to do such things instead of helping.&nbsp; His eyes followed the men racing about till the voice of his woman, the only people he cared for, drew his attention towards them.<br><br><strong> "I hope we can get home before dark, it'll be easier to make sure these arse's aren't destroying our things back at home?" </strong> he took her hand with his bruised arm slightly wincing at the pain <strong>"Don't worry, we'll be ok"</strong> what he truly meant from that he wasn't sure.&nbsp; Was he talking about them and their troubling relationship?&nbsp; Or was it about the world ending before them?&nbsp; He didn't quite know, and was about to speak up more about them when Michelle's cries for help drew his attention. <br><br><em><br>"Hey! Hey that's my bag you little fuck! Give it back!" <br><br>And then in a bit of panic she turned to her friends..<br><br>"He's got my bag! My keys are in there and my passport and everything!"<br></em><br><br>A slight growl erupted from his throat as he slowly let Dani's hand go and set the bag down <strong>"stay here"</strong> he squeezed both hands, his broken arm aching through his body.&nbsp; However he didn't let pain show across his face, he'd wince and moan and bitch about it later, but now he needed to protect the girls, and his girl.&nbsp; Approaching the prick from the side he spoke fluidly and with slight agitation to his voice.&nbsp; <strong>"It's simple, drop it and be gone"</strong> he stood there silently gritting his teeth.&nbsp; The crook looked between the woman who stood feet away and Tristyn who stood inches from him.&nbsp; The man also noticed Tristyn's wrapped arm and smirked <strong>"fuck off!"</strong> he said as he produced a knife.&nbsp; Tristyn brought his arm up to swing at the man, but at the same moment the guy swung the blade out as the pointed object embedded into the flesh of his good arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 17:50:43</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>On the street</strong><br><strong>With everyone</strong><br><hr><br>"Uhh, yeah, I guess," Mayson answered her girlfriend's question about knowing any elderly people that lived in their building, "I think they all drive new cars, though. But maybe we can check the parking garage?" She wasn't very optimistic about finding any old cars in there since she'd never noticed any, but it was possible. <br><br>It wasn't long until they'd made it to Michelle's car, and Mayson immediately had her doubts about confronting the looter being a good idea. Anyone who was desperate enough to steal out of a car wreck in the middle of a widespread catastrophe...they were probably capable of anything. What if the man just pulled out a gun and shot Tristyn before he could get close? It sounded extreme, but she'd heard of things like that happening during road rage incidents and the like, so it could happen here too.<br><br>Mayson didn't kid herself, though, she knew that Tristyn wouldn't back down so there was no point in trying to stop him. Stubborn, stubborn man. It turned out that her concern was mostly warranted, although instead of a gun it was a knife. A shriek of disbelief and horror escaped her lips as Tristyn got slashed, and she dropped her water bottle and brought both hands up over her mouth and nose. <br><br>She turned towards Sana with big dear-in-the-headlights eyes, wordlessly asking her girlfriend what the hell they should do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 18:00:12</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>On the Street<br>/w everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Sana was startled to see what was taking place. She had probably been the first one to mention looters but it was an abstract concept until the moment that it became a reality. <br><br>Mayson turned to look at her and she was going to say something when out of nowhere some thug grabbed Sana from behind. His arms wrapped around her like strips of iron. It took a moment to register in her head what was happening, she almost started to laugh when all of that reality came to her.<br><br><em>What the hell, holy shit he's strong!</em><br><br>Her feet just sort of flailed up into the air as she kicked. The first thought in her head from self defense classes was to stomp on his arch with her heel as hard as she could. Not a chance that was going to happen, he had her held in the air like a rag doll. Toss her head back into his face was the next thought. That turned out just as futile, instead she whipped her head around and got hair all in her face. This wasn't going nearly as smooth as those self defense classes made it seem. For all of her flailing about all she managed to do was make him twist and turn with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 13:37:00</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>On the street</strong><br><strong>With everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Hands still covering her mouth, Mayson let out a second, even louder shriek as some stranger came out of seemingly nowhere to grab Sana, squeezing her tightly with his thick, heavily tattooed arms. He was probably working with the looter that Tristyn had confronted and figured that using one of the women as leverage against him would be easier than taking him on, but none of that even crossed Mayson's mind at the moment.<br><br>All that she could think about was how the love of her life was in danger and how she had to do something. She glanced around desperately while Sana bought some time for herself, struggling desperately against her assailant. There was some random debris from crashed cars lying around, but unfortunately no convenient, long chunks of metal or anything that Mayson could use as a club. Panicking, she scooped up a small but jagged sheet of metal that was near her feet and without even thinking, Mayson stabbed it into the side of the thugs neck, who never saw her coming since his struggle against Sana had left him with his back turned towards her. <br><br>Mayson jammed the shard of metal in as hard as she could, pushing against it with her palm until the man finally let go of Sana and spun around wildly, swatting her across the face with a heavy backhand that blackened her vision and left her sprawled out face down on the pavement. As soon as he ripped the shard from his neck, however, blood gruesomely started gushing out, causing him to go dizzy and collapse within the next couple of seconds despite his desperate efforts to cover the gash with his bare hands. <br><br>Meanwhile, Mayson's right hand was covered in blood, and most of it was actually her own as she'd cut her palm quite deeply across it's entire width while forcing the sheet of metal deeper into the thug's neck, but she was of course barely conscious and in no position to notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 09:40:15</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>On the street<br>With everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Being told to stay where she was standing was bittersweet. Yes, she loved when Tristyn went off to save the day and to get Michelle's bag from the looter, but as the confrontation wasn't resolved through words alone, the appearance of the knife in the looter's hand was a disadvantage for the already patched-up Tristyn. This was no scene to get excited about, for in times of desperation, this is what the city has come to. Without power, the moral scale was tipped and with the law with its hands full, everyday good people turn into criminals just to survive. With the knife slashing Tristyn's good arm and a heart-wrenching screaming to her side, which turned out to be Sana being grabbed by a man, she flinched, dropping her bags to the floor. She gasped and fell back against a car and saw Tristyn on the ground favoring his good arm, which had a fresh cut on it. The looter with the knife brandished the weapon before her man and Danielle thought she had no power in her to help her. Shuffling to her side drew her attention and in a manner of seconds, Mayson runs over to a caputred Sana, impaling the man holding her with a sheet of metal from the crashes.<br><br>Danielle looked down at her bag, seeing one zipper that was left unopened. In the compartment was batteries, likely fried by the solar flare and completely useless in a camera that did not need power to run. There was a least twenty batteries the size of small rocks in the bag and Danielle realized she must have forgotten to take the batteries out of her bag. They had no use in this disaster, but as the looter drew closer with his knife towards her man, Danielle realized that they had a use after all.<br><br>The looter with the knife took one last step towards Tristyn. He had a menacing smile on his face, thinking he had power just by holding the knife. He was about to lunge his arm towards Tristyn when something hit him square on his temple. The object fell from his head and rolled over to where Tristyn was laying. The object was a battery, similar in size and shape to a memory stick he confiscated years ago. If Tristyn turned his head, he would see Danielle standing where he told her to stand and stay. In her hand was bunch of batteries. In the other was one single batteries, which she used to pelt the looter with. <strong>"Stay away from him, motherfucker!"</strong> she exclaimed after her second throw. She threw a third, causing the man to stagger back, in line with a jagged piece of metal hanging off a nearby SUV. She threw a fourth and it soared low, miraculously hitting the man's hand and knocking the knife out, letting it fall and clatter to the asphalt. She continued throwing batteries in hopes that it would distract the man from Tristyn, who she signaled with a knock. <em>Get him, baby,</em> she mouthed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 18:28:11</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>On the street</strong><br><strong>Everyone</strong><br><hr><br><em>Holy shit, all this because of a bag? My bag?</em><br><br>Tristyn had a deep gash in his arm, she could even see it from where she was standing and Sana had come under attack resulting in May to get hurt. On top of that, Dani was playing G.I.Jane by using anything she had at Tristyn's attacker.<br><br>Michelle just stood there, frozen to the ground not knowing what to do. When the man finally dropped her bag along with the knife, she sort of jumped on her bag, hugging it like it was her only child. <br><br>She then turned her attention back to May and Sana. Sana was now free but still looking shaky and May was looking dead on the pavement. Michelle knelt at May, knowing Tristyn and his terminator would be fine and looked around for something to stop the bleeding. When she couldn't find anything, she found a bit of sharp metal and cut the bottom of her shirt off, revealing her stomach. Without really knowing how to stop the bleeding, she tied the piece of clothing around May's hand and pulled it tight and made a knot in it.<br><br>"I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. It's just a stupid bag." <br><br>Michelle looked at Sana and then opened her bag only to see that everything was still there. Relieved in one way, guilty in another she turned May on her back and held her hand.<br><br>"It'll be alright, you got him good May. We'll all be fine." <br><br>Her gaze now turned to Tristyn and Dani who both seemed to be able to handle themselves quite well to 'finish up' the situation. Michelle had always thought that she would be able to stand her ground and liked to think of herself as a tough girl who would easily slap somebody around the head with her bag. The truth was quite different though. She was terrified of what was happening and her heart was pounding in her still groggy head. Her black eyes and bruised nose didn't help her feel more secure about herself at that moment and she started to cry. Not just because of May injuring herself but because of the whole situation. Because she was crying she got even more sad and angry at herself for crying in the first place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 19:58:08</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>All he felt was pain and nausea,&nbsp; his green eyes looked to the arm he had gashed in the motorcycle accident. It was throbing and some how he had worked the bandage loose so blood was dripping down his forearm.&nbsp; Green eyes drifted to his other arm that the lowlife theif had just gashed.&nbsp; Blood dripped and ran from both arms, how much had he lost.&nbsp; <strong>"that...that isn't good"</strong> his head spun as he spoke his words lightly.&nbsp; Blinking a few times he slightly collapsed against Michelle's car, his blood smearing across the side of it.<br><br><em>'get the fuck up you waste of life...'</em> he heard his fathers voice speaking in his head.&nbsp; Through blurred eyes ue saw the thief holding the bag with a wicked grin.&nbsp; He held the knife ready to swing it downward onto Tristyn, however by some means the guy was pelted with a large black object.&nbsp; The man flinched in pain as he dropped the knife,&nbsp; the navy sailor turned to see his other half wipping her burnt out battery cells at rhe crook.&nbsp; His eyes met hers as she mouthed to him "get him, baby"<br><br>His pride swelled and so did his anger. Clenching his eyes shut he stood up and swung out with his old gashed and broken arm.&nbsp; Pain swelled up but he ignored it as he brought the other fist up slamming the guy in the throat.&nbsp; He booted the man's knee ro cause him to fall to his other knee.&nbsp; As the crook fell Tristyn brought his boot up into the man's face knocking him out in a bloody mess.<br><br>The pain had returned and he fell to a sitting position looking in the direction of the girls.&nbsp; <strong>"I hurt..."</strong> he spoke but wasn't sure if they heard him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 08:31:13</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>On the street, near Michelle's car<br>with everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Seeing her man rise up despite both of his arms being injured was a bit of inspiration for Danielle. She was optimistic about everyone's chances of making it back home, knowing that any obstacle they could face, could be overcome. The man at the hands of Tristyn was left nothing but a bloody face and a defeated pride. No bag to pawn and no chance of him being able to follow Michelle home and use her key, and possibly squat in her own home.<br><br>Just as sudden as the strength was poured into Tristyn, came the pain, causing him to fall to his knees. The grimace on his face could be seen and Danielle could hear a faint, <em>"I hurt..."</em> She dropped the remaining batteries and ran to her man. She embraced him and realized that the bandages on his arm were loosened somehow. Slowly, but surely, he began to bleed from his wounds. His other wound bled, but not as fast. It was fortunate that the attacker didn't cut into a major artery or vein and Danielle had not difficult shredding the bottom portion of her shirt, exposing the small of her back and his midriff, using the fabric to wrap Tristyn's arm with it. She did not know first aid like Miguel, but after seeing him flawlessly wrap bandages and apply gauze on other victims, she thought she could manage a bit of that. <strong>"Are you okay, honey?"</strong> Danielle asked, face to face with her could-have-been fiance. <strong>"Do we need to go back to mall, get you patched up?"</strong> She knew this delay would reduce their chances of getting back to Russian Hill before sundown, but to her, Tristyn and his well-being was more important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 21:45:38</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>On the Street<br>/w everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Sana made her way over to Mayson and Michelle. Michelle was already tending the wound on Mayson's hand and apologizing for the whole thing. Sana felt a bit dizzy by the whole experience. While it was happening it all seemed to go by so slowly but then once it was over it felt like a flash. She leaned in next to Michelle and put her arm around her. <strong>"It's okay, Michelle."</strong> Sana turned her head to see the fight ending between Trystin and the man. <em>Dani is on it, she can handle it, first I want to make sure Mayson is okay</em>, she thought.<br><br>Putting an arm around both Mayson and Michelle she tried to gently ease them over to check on Dani and Trystin. <strong>"Come, let's make sure he's alright. He's looking a little woozy... You gonna be alright, Mayson?"</strong> Her hand rubbed Mayson's back as she tried to sound as positive and encouraging as possible. <br><br>Sana leaned her head in next to Mayson, <strong>"Thank you, baby. That was some fast thinking, you were incredible... Don't worry about it, you did what you had to. Let's just get out of here, the time for reflection will come later."</strong> Then she spoke to both of them, <strong>"We'll do what we have to get home and out of this. We just have to stick together. We'll be alright."</strong><br><br>As Sana tried to move them all back in together she called out to Trystin, <strong>"Soldier boy, you gonna make it? We got a long march ahead of us and we are surrounded by enemies. If we stay here we'll never make it back to home base. We need you. Tell us what to do."</strong> She could tell he was hurt but she figured if she could flip the mental switch he'd go all Navy Seal on them and become some sort of super soldier or something. It was a desperate hope but she didn't see any alternative. This talk of going back sounded like a mistake to her. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 22:08:57</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>On the street</strong><br><strong>With everyone</strong><br><hr><br>The entire right half of Mayson's face stung quite badly and her head was still ringing when Michelle rolled her over on to her back and began tending to her hand. Either the backhand that she'd received or her subsequent fall had cause the wound above her ear to reopen partially, soaking the bandage that Miguel had wrapped around the top of her head in fresh blood.<br><br>She thought it was Sana hovering over her at first, but as she regained more of her consciousness, Mayson realized that it wasn't. Then she happened to notice Michelle's bag and a sudden rage started to bubble up inside of her. Not because she'd gotten hurt, but because this detour just to get a stupid, worthless bag had put the love of her life in danger, and in the heat of the moment she'd gone back to blaming Michelle for that.<br><br>Mayson was just about to lash out at Michelle when the girl started to cry, her tears pulling at the blonde's heartstrings enough to make her restrain herself even despite the anger that she was feeling. Michelle was still her friend, and she just couldn't bring herself to be cruel to somebody that was already suffering, so she held her tongue and quietly went with Sana when she came to guide her along. The blonde's feelings towards the two thugs were very different, however. She felt no remorse for them, not even any guilt for the one that she'd most likely killed. Mayson never would have thought herself capable of doing anything like that, much less living with herself afterwards, but who could really predict how they would feel in such an extreme and unlikely situation?<br><br>"I'm fine," Mayson replied curtly before giving Sana a quick embrace. It wasn't entirely true - now that her adrenaline was subsiding somewhat and her focus was shifting away from the pain in her face, she realized that she must have landed on her injured left wrist, because it was was hurting like all hell to the point where it was making her eyes water and she had to fight back her tears. Between that and the gash on her right palm, both of her hands were rendered almost useless. It didn't matter, Mayson was tired of being afraid and useless like she had been since the start of this whole nightmare that they were going through, she wanted to be strong now until they made it back home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 14:09:52</strong>
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				Everybody was now hurt and together we looked like a group of... well I don't know what. The people in Lost looked better after they survived a plane crash. Which by the way, wasn't a very realistic plane crash. The engines were still running after being seperated from the all the electronics. But that aside.<br><br>I had two black eyes and a broken nose, May had a pretty deep cut in her hand, Dani had blood all over her but I couldn't tell if it was hers or not, Sana hadn't escaped the car crash unharmed either and Tristyn looked like Rocky Balboa at the end of the movies. <br><br>If only we could get home. I'd get my stuff from my own house. This time without asking for help though, they'd done enough for me and after what happened for my bag, they probably wouldn't come anyway and then I'd go to May and Sana. I wasn't sure about Tristyn or Dani but if things were this bad out here, it wouldn't take long for looters to discover Russian Hill and start plundering it. Maybe we should stick together as a group of five. <br><br>That thought soon had me worried again for Oliva and in a certain way for Andrew. What would they be doing? Are they alright? And then naturally came the thought about my family and friends down in Phoenix. If they hadn't suffered anything from this, they would see it on the news and they'd be worried sick. <br><br><strong>"Come on.. we have to go. We have to stay together as a group, also in the house. We're safer as a group."</strong><br><br>I then helped Dani get Tristyn on his feet and started walking towards their flat. She looked up and saw an airplane circle overhead, the pilots no doubt dumping fuel to try and land at the airport. Without engines that would be a tough challenge but as long as they had daylight, it was possible. Once it would get dark and without any lights in the city working, the plane was doomed. Shuddering at that thought and the thought of more airplanes being up there, she spurred everybody on once more to start walking and get the hell out of here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 01:50:21</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>Out on the streets of San Francisco<br>with everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Tristyn did not respond to her last question whether to get patched up at the mall or head straight to Russian, leaving Danielle confused of what to do. She was the only one out of the group that had no major injuries. She had gone through many traumatic moments, but as far as her body was concerned, she had no scratches. Just a bloody and tattered shirt, exposing much of her abs and back and a dirtied pair of skinny jeans. She just sat next to her man, hoping her continued presence near him would give him the support he needed to speak or take the initiative and lead the group.<br><br>That was when Michelle came over and gestured her to get up and help Tristyn get on his feet. Danielle, finding inspiration in her friend, got her butt of the ground and threw one of Tristyn's arm over her shoulders. With his other arm over Michelle's shoulder, his weight was distributed evenly, but it was a difficult task to get him to walk. It was like the time where his bike's battery died due to his lights being left on. He rolled it down the hill, knowing the momentum could kick-start the engine and get it running. That was what Danielle thought they were doing. Hoping he wouldn't fall unconscious, Danielle, with Michelle's help, guided Tristyn to his feet, making she he took firm steps so that he wouldn't trip on any debris on the road.<br><br>Danielle did look up, first at the street she knew would take them up to Nob Hill and then higher. Another plane was circling in the sky, looking like it was unaffected by the solar flare. She looked over at Michelle, momentarily forgetting she was a pilot and realized, the people on that plane she saw was in the same boat. There was no knowing where that aircraft might land. There was a chance it could pile up on the previous downed plane, killing more people. There was also a chance that it could crash down on their way up to Russian Hill, or even Russian Hill itself. Danielle did not let the probability stop her though. With Michelle and Tristyn by her side, she didn't want to let them down. She put one foot ahead of the other and used whatever strength was left to heave Tristyn up the first hill.<br><br>She never would have gotten out of that intersection and up the street without Michelle's help. Danielle looked back at Sana and Mayson and wondered when they were going to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 15:18:59</strong>
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				<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br><strong>Home, mall</strong><br><strong>alone, then with Dani looking for others</strong><br><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br><hr><br>His green eyes were clouded with sweat and pain as he nodded.&nbsp; He heard the remarks from Sana and inwardly he knew he needed to get up. <em> 'your a seal for christ sake get up! Your girls need you! They need your guidance and protection, get up!'</em> he knew lost alot of blood, however he also knew he could rest up and fix that issue later, I mean who needs blood anyways its over rated.&nbsp; He found himself chuckling at his own inner thought which some would probably point out as insanity from blood loss.&nbsp; However his attitude changed when her felt the arms of some angels lifting him.<br><br><em>'up up!'</em> his head shouted as if her were a dog.<br><br>His eyes focused to find Dani staring at him.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry,"</strong> he blabbered as he stood on shaken legs.&nbsp; <strong> "we gotta get home...but...but we should all stay in one building. ..we have guns Dani..we do..you know where they are I showed you"</strong> he clenched his eyes shit and shook away the oncoming headache.&nbsp; There was time to die in pain later.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"we all can stay there unless the others don't want to then ill follow you anywhere"</strong> he took her hand and began to stagger along pulling her in the directon of their apartment. Almost an hour of weaving in and out of a city in mess, mixed with a little of him falling from dizziness resulted in them being meer feet from the building.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"home sweet..home"</strong> he announced with a slight slur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 00:06:12</strong>
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				<strong>Sana Lysenko<br>On the Street -&gt; to in front of Dani &amp; Tristyn's house<br>/w everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Danielle didn't have to look back far. Sana and Mayson we're right behind them. Sana was sticking close to Mayson and she didn't plan on being caught off guard next time. <br><br>Occasionally she'd say something to Tristyn. It wasn't much, mostly just little words of encouragement like she'd seen sergeants do in army movies. <strong>"Buck up,... Look lively soldier,... Eyes open... My grandmother marches faster then you do..."</strong> All of that sort of thing. She figured if she sounded a bit like a drill sergeant then he'd respond like she was one - at least on some subconscious level. Truth be told she was just scared to death that he was going to die on them or something. The group was totally not equipped for any sort of medical emergency.&nbsp; Sana gave Dani her water along the way and told her to give to Tristyn. He'd need fluid and maybe something sugary to eat. At least that's what she figured. That's how they did it at the blood bank when you donated... low blood means some orange juice and a cookie. <br><br><em>The crazy thoughts that swirl around in your head...</em><br><br>On the road she checked in with Mayson and she wondered about her blood loss too. Mostly though she just tried to stay close to her. It was a long walk. With all the cars all over the streets and chaos around they had to move slowly. Often ducking out of the way of things. Thankfully they got to Dani and Tristyns well before nightfall. After dark it was going to probably get much worse.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Are you alright, babe? I'll run home and get our first aid kit and some supplies,"</strong> she said when they arrived at Dani and Tristyn's. <strong>"We'll need a lot more supplies if we are all going to stay in one place. I'm feeling pretty good, I can run it just a few minutes. I can swing by your place too Michelle if you want to give me your keys. Just tell me what you need." </strong> She looked around the streets, it seemed quiet for now.<br><br>Sana was already bent over and tying her shoes to get ready to run for it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 11:28:15</strong>
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				<strong>Danielle Avena<br>On the streets of San Francisco -&gt; Russian Hill<br>With everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Danielle could have sworn she saw Sana and Mayson still at the intersection, but as she turned her head the other way, there they were, just a few steps behind them. In no time the incline started and the grueling walk back to Russian Hill began.<br><br>When Tristyn became sluggish and slowed his pace, therefore weighing down on Dani and Michelle, Danielle whispered into his ear, like a mother would coach her son from the sidelines. <strong>"Almost there, baby, just one more hill,"</strong> she said into his ear. A couple hills down, the phrase was expired. When she thought she had no words to encourage Tristyn to keep going, she heard insults coming from behind her. It was Sana, using her voice like a drill sergeant. It was quite funny and inspiring initially, but both of those Danielle grew tired of. She wasn't in the military and had nobody to drill her like her man would be in BMT. Every five minutes Sana would say those morale-boosting words, but every time after the first was just annoying. In any way, she didn't stop carrying her man up the streets of San Francisco. In fact, Sana's words seemed to seed deep with Tristyn and by the time they were one block away from Russian Hill and their apartment building was clearly in view, the man above her shoulder somehow found an inner strength, a brawn he used to push not only himself, but the two women at his side.<br><br>They took a break, letting the view of Russian Hill inspired them as they rested. It was at this point Tristyn started apologizing. <strong>"What's wrong, baby?"</strong> she asked. He stood on shaky legs and told her, or everyone, to stay in one place. <strong>"He's right."</strong> Then he talked about the guns, the exact guns she knew was for their protection but had no desire to use. She had no time to complain or refuse, for Tristyn was already taking her hand and leading her up to their home.<br><br>They did have their dramatic moments before the one-block push to Russian Hill. They had to stop because chaos had erupted in an intersection, causing them to find an alleyway to divert to. The chaos was merely a distraction for desperate survivors to look whatever they could. It wasn't just water bottle or cases of them. Some looted useless things like fried cell phones and busted TV's, probably hoping to cash in after the whole disaster. It wasn't something Danielle would do, but if there was a better camera than the one in her bag, there was no telling what she would do. But what was more important was hauling her man and getting her friends back up to Russian Hill. They moved swiftly and without any delay. No one had noticed the injuries of the group and tried to take advantage of them.<br><br>There were already in Nob Hill when everyone took a breather and Danielle took a water bottle from Sana to give to Tristyn. Minutes before, they came across an ice cream truck that had no owner or driver. Knowing the batteries in her bag were all drained or fried, she emptied them and replaced the space with bags of chips, a couple bottles of water and a bunch of bags of candy, which included those peach-flavored rings, regular gummy worms and jelly beans. Knowing everyone did not lunch. Danielle gave the bag to Sana or Michelle to distribute. She took a bag of chips for herself and a pouch of jelly beans, which she gave to Tristyn, feeding him one bean at a time and made sure he chewed them before he swallowed.<br><br>Now one block before Russian, everyone pushed, or at another angle, it was Tristyn, Michelle and Danielle being pulled and Sana and Mayson trying to catch up. Though it might have been humorous, once at the top, there were no laughs, only heavy breathing. At last they were home and before the sun went down beyond the horizon. Already, up the sky, what aurora remained was clear to see, waving in purples, golds, and cyans.<br><br><strong>"Good idea, Sana,"</strong> Danielle said sitting right next to Tristyn as they sat on the bench in front of their apartment building. <strong>"We'll bring Tristyn upstairs and get him patched up."</strong> As much as she would like to rest on that bench, there was no telling when the chaos of the looting or the desperation at the foot of the hills could rise up. The sooner they were in their apartment, the sooner everyone could get out of danger, especially her man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 21:15:13</strong>
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				<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br><strong>Russian Hill</strong><br><strong>Everyone</strong><br><hr><br>The effort of dragging Tristyn home was a good way to get her mind off everything that happened. Off Andrew, off Oliva, off the planes and off the world around her. At least what was left of it. They finally made it to Tristyn and Dani's home, the sound of them having guns sounding really really good and safe. Andrew never had guns. He was one of them tree hugging hippies deciding that guns were just making society worse. Well honey, a solar flare does make society worse as well and damn the sound of a gun sounds alright now.<br><br>Once we got inside, I took a big drink and then I realized something. Obviously the power was out but what about water. If the power was out in the water plant, there wouldn't be water in the pipes soon.<br><br><strong>"Is it wise to stock up on water while there's still some in the pipes left?" </strong><br><br>It wasn't really a suggestion, more a question to somebody who'd know because I had no idea. <br><br>Then Sana suggested to go their house to get a med kit.<br><br><strong>"Wait. I'll go with you, we need more supplies than just the first aid kit. We need food and drinks."</strong> <br><br>Despite being close by, I wasn't okay with letting Sana go out alone right now. Not after what happened at the mall. Two was always better. Dani and May could take care of Tristyn and maybe take inventory of what we still had while me and Sana would scavenge our houses. <br><br><strong>"Should we... do... can we take a gun? You know.. just in case?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - City Life (Main IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 22:52:59</strong>
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				<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br><strong>In front of Dani &amp; Tristyn's house</strong><br><strong>With everyone</strong><br><hr><br>Mayson didn't say much on the way to Dani and Tristyn's. She was still hurting from a bunch of different places and feeling light-headed, most likely from the blood loss, so it took all of her concentration just to keep walking, and even that was only possible thanks to Sana's help. She did help herself to a handful of the peach candy rings that Danielle had taken from the ice cream truck, though, which happened to be her favorites. The sugar did seem to perk her up a bit, which was good.<br><br>Finally reaching their destination without running into any more trouble was a pretty huge relief, and Mayson was already daydreaming about letting herself fall freely on to a fluffy couch or bed to get some rest, but then the talk of guns reminded her of the grim reality of their circumstances. She'd never been a fervent hater of guns or anything, but she'd never been near one either, nor did she really have a desire to be. However, after what she and the others had just been through, it was hard to argue with the benefits of having weapons to defend themselves with, and they did have Tristyn who obviously knew how to handle them better than most.<br><br>As soon as Mayson had accepted that idea, however, she was immediately blindsided with Sana's suggestion that she run out to get a first aid kit and other supplies...<em>alone!</em>. She couldn't even say anything, but it wasn't as if she needed to. Sana would be able to read on her face just how bad she thought that idea was and how much she was against it. Michelle volunteering to accompany Sana only left Mayson feeling slightly less against it, since she wasn't feeling particularly trusting of Michelle right at that moment, the whole handbag debacle still fresh in her mind.<br><br>"Baby, don't..." Mayson started, planning to convince her girlfriend that she was fine and that she didn't need a first aid kit even though that probably wasn't true, but then she remembered Tristyn. He definitely <em>did</em> seem to need it, and at that point Mayson could no longer bring herself to try talking Sana out of what she wanted to do, for Tristyn's sake. The blonde sighed in resignation. "...No, I know you have to. Please, <em>please</em> just be careful, okay? Promise me," she demanded, cupping her girlfriend's face in her hands. "And you too," Mayson added, glancing briefly at Michelle. Just because she was still upset with the girl certainly didn't mean that she wanted Michelle to get hurt.
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