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Post by Spades on Jul 7, 2016 3:40:51 GMT
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[attr="class","spadestag"] ADAM | [attr="class","posttitle"]troublemaker [attr="class","textbody"]Miles wouldn't really call it unlucky, more like unexpected.
All he wanted was to grab a beer from the local convenience store, that was all really. It didn't take Miles long to find where the beer section was, get his wallet out and head up to the cashier to pay, he expected to get in and get out within a couple of moments. The line wasn't necessarily long either, about two people were in front of him and it seemed to be going quickly. Then he could be on his merry way and head back home. But no, some lowly criminal had to try and make ends meet.
If Miles wasn't paying attention, then he probably would have thought that the two people in front of him were just hugging. They definitely were not. One of the people pulled a gun from out of his pocket and held it to the others head, pressing them against the counter. They yelled the typical "Nobody move!" "Gimmie all your cash!" etc, etc. For the sake of the hostage's well being, Miles played along. As the thief moved to the counter to collect his money with the hostage in hand, Miles looked to the hostage and tried to mouth that they'd be fine. Just a couple of more moments and Miles would have his opening then everyone could move on with their day.
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Post by ADAM on Jul 9, 2016 22:56:17 GMT
[attr="class","spc"] This was right up his alley of luck by this point. It was pitifully common for him to be in situations like this. Common shopping trips, mundane tasks like running to the bank, attending fairs, and all sort of normal things every person does were never really simple for Adam anymore. Time and time again, he was often dragged into mayhem and trouble, held hostage, gunned down, the center of some sort of horrendous accident, his luck was the epitome of awful at this point. No matter how much he tried to avoid these kinds of things, the odds were just never in his favor. So, when he was roughly tugged from line – and sadly dropping the glass bottle of cold coffee he'd been holding of course – Adam only briefly seemed surprised by the fact a gun was pointed to his head. Then he just looked exasperated like some grumpy child being dragged into playing with a temperamental younger sibling. " Can you please jus--" but he was cut off as the gun's barrel was pressed harder to his head and the thug started yelling out lines that Adam had heard more times than he cared to admit. He sighed quietly and looked to the side before seeing a blond man who had been standing nearby when this all started. They started mouth something to him, making him squint as he tried to read the man's lips. He couldn't quite read them though, and just simply tilted his head back to see if his captor had noticed. Nope. Okay. Adam looked back at the scene to see the lady at the register looking like she was about to have some breakdown as she started to empty the register. Adam grimaced as he saw the amount being stacked up though, and squirmed a bit. " I-I'll be fine, you don't have to do that!" A loud yelp came from him as the gun smacked his head, but he paid no mind to the now bleeding wound. " Just call the police, I can't d--!" The gun was shoved in his mouth, making Adam gag and grimace as the man started yelling at him to shut the fuck up and for everyone to hurry up and pay their dues. Adam just glared though, despite the barrel in his mouth. He reached up to try and pull it out, only to get it pulled out just to clock him over the head again. Okay, that one hurt, but he still refused to stay still, squirming and slipping a bit on his previously made spill. The thug was not amused, now getting focused on trying to bring Adam under control. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.spc b]color:#6ba0b1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Spades on Jul 11, 2016 3:32:17 GMT
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[attr="class","spadestag"] ADAM | [attr="class","posttitle"]troublemaker [attr="class","textbody"]The cashier had a much more normal reaction than the hostage in the thief's grip. She was on the verge of a breakdown, hastily shoving in all the cash she could into the bag the thief provided. Miles was sure he saw some tears rolling down her face too. He couldn't blame the girl, she looked like a teenager. It must have been nerve wrecking for any non-powered human to be in a situation like this. And it should have been. But for some reason, the hostage seemed rather... calm about the whole thing. Miles could have sworn that the guy looked almost grumpy to a certain degree.
Cold coffee spilled on the ground as the hostage was pulled from the line. The glass broke and scattered across the ground, leaving a pretty big mess on the ground. Lucky for him though, the splatter managed to miss his shoes and pants completely. Good thing too, these were his good pants. He didn't want to dirty them with coffee or blood today really. Part of Miles hoped that the thief would just give up without a fight, it'd make everyone's day that much easier. But the other part of him was on studying the hostage.
Miles wasn't sure if the guy was just trying to put on a brave act, or if he just was stupid. Honestly, it was sometimes hard to tell the difference between the two. They assured the girl that she didn't have to do that, only to have the gun smacked against his face. The thief had hit the hostage hard enough to start drawing blood too. Ouch. Miles probably had to start acting. The tension between the hostage and the thief began to rise, and the hostage started to fight back. That was a new one for Miles. He took the opportunity as a distraction and went into action.
His hands came down from above his head and Miles jumped over the mess on the ground. The thief seemed too preoccupied with Adam to really notice until Miles was right in front of him. A fight between a metahuman and a regular human was already unfair. Now a fight between a probability manipulator and a regular human? Very, very unfair.
The gun went flying out of the thief's hand, hitting the floor and sliding off under one of the aisles. The thug seemed confused for a moment, staring at Miles and backing up. Their voice raised as they reached into their pocket instead, pulling out a knife and raising it, yelling empty threats towards him. The girl behind the counter just screamed and ducked underneath the counter. Miles sighed and shook his head. "You know, this isn't a fight you can win. There's just no chance of it happening." His words didn't seem to register to the thug. They yelled something incoherent and lunged forward, the knife outstretched and sliced around aimlessly in the air in front of him.
Pathetic. Miles thought. He dodged each knife jab with ease, irritating the thug with each time he missed. But their attention seemed to be taken off the hostage and the girl for now. Deciding to let the thug tire himself out, and give time for the others to escape, he continued to dance around and dodge with each jab. Frustrated cries and grunts was all that could be heard. Miles ducked one more time, skipping backwards. He glanced towards Adam and raised a brow, luckily moving forward just in time to dodge another jab. "You should probably start running away now." Miles said simply.
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