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May 27, 2016 22:59:08 GMT
Post by wildfire on May 27, 2016 22:59:08 GMT
 He never receives instructions on how to take care of marks. Today, Ordric decides, it will be a traffic accident. They're easy to work with, because vehicles possessed a myriad of external circumstances for him to play with. Today's target is an arms dealer, and Ordric intended on catching the man during his drive through Little Dublin, heading straight to Arkham. 57.5% chance of being in a car accident were some pretty good odds. Out of the corner of his eye, he spies a stray cat gazing quietly at its designated pigeon prey. It isn't fast enough to make it to the center of the street at the same time as the car, but he grants the cat just enough speed to position it properly. The car swerves and rams itself nose-first into a sturdy tree to the side of the road. To be fair, he'd been told to "handle" the situation. But this was faster, and he'd deal with the consequences later. jack |
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Post by jack on May 28, 2016 5:36:10 GMT
Jack was trying to get the cat to not attack the pigeon, but being a kid, there wasn't much he could do. For one, he didn't want to scare away the pigeon. And then he didn't want to actually harm the cat (or be scratched by a cat, because ow). His new!3DS hung limply in his hands as he watched the stalemate between the two creatures. Oh man, if he could just talk to them ... And then, what the fuck? Like, when that car crash happened, what was he doing? Chilling here with his new!3DS, trying to get through a chapter of his game, and ... and, yeah. Jack blinked, and it happened? Holy. And here he was, just trying to get a cat to not pick on a pigeon! Dammit! Jack gaped at the carnage, and then realized that he couldn't possibly focus on his game now. No more family arguments to tend to in Fire Emblem now -- he had a car crash to investigate. wildfire |
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Post by wildfire on May 28, 2016 5:59:08 GMT
There's a kid across the street, and if he loosened his grip on his 3DS any more, it looked as if the game console would tumble right between his fingers. Witnesses couldn't be avoided in this scenario, but the sooner the kid buzzed off, the better. "Hey Kid, it's not safe around here. That car could be a ticking time bomb." No one needed to know that there wasn't actually any danger of the car's engine combusting due to a ruptured gas tank. Step one of emergency response was to yell for someone to dial for help, while the main responder scoped out the area's safety. "If you're going to stand there though, call 911. I'm going to see if I can pull the driver to safety."He's a teenage kid. He probably has a cell phone on him. Ordric glances back at the car. It resembles an accordion with its crushed hood. In theory, it mattered little whether or not the driver was still breathing. He probably wouldn't be making his delivery anytime soon. jack |
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Post by jack on May 28, 2016 6:30:23 GMT
As Jack walked over to the car, he tucked his game console away into his bag. Oh man, that didn't look good. Hopefully there was only the driver in it, and not anyone else. He was about to get closer when an adult stopped him. Chewing his gum, he looked up at the man. Huh, was it really not safe? It looked fine, though. Numbly, Jack glanced from the adult to the car. Yeah, it still looked fine to him. Hands out of his pockets now, Jack folded them behind his back before speaking. "Uh, okay?" he mumbled, pulling his cellphone - way too many key straps and accessories and all - out of his hoodie's pocket. His fingers moved to the numbers, but so did his feet towards the car. Dangerous or not, he was still gunna poke his nose in it and see what happened. "Hello, uh," Jack started to say, but quickly turned back to the adult and tossed him the phone. In Arkham, no one gave a damn about calling 911. They didn't call anyone when trouble happened. While pointing at the phone, he mouthed, ' You do it.' wildfire |
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May 28, 2016 17:15:47 GMT
Post by wildfire on May 28, 2016 17:15:47 GMT
Kids were always difficult in all of Ordric's past experiences. He manages to catch the flip phone just in time. Fine. He'll talk to the emergency responders on the line. "A car just collided into a tree here. I think the driver is still inside. We're at -- no, we won't touch anything. Understood. It's the intersection at Jackson Ave and Stuyvesant Street. I don't think there's any smoke, no."Ordric shoots a stern expression in Jack's direction as he closes the phone, tossing it back at the teen. He's shuffled a little closer to the crumpled car. "They'll be here within ten minutes. Don't even think about it."HYECiBwt
<5, engine combusts anyways (edit: "with our luck it will be a 1" my butt) jack |
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May 28, 2016 17:27:04 GMT
Post by jack on May 28, 2016 17:27:04 GMT
Jack caught his phone, grinning. Ten minutes was plenty of time. He could get over there and back with minutes left to spare. While the adult did his grown-up dealings with the emergency responders, he'd given the site a look around. No leaking gas, no smoke, no crackling that might have sounded dangerous. His grin widened. It was that sort of grin kids had that told parents that the family heirloom was about to be dropped into the toilet bowl and flushed away. " C'mon," he urged. "What could happen, right?" Jack took a step back, laughing slightly. "I bet you're curious too. If you're not, you probably don't want me seeing incriminating evidence." He paused, then he finally laughed. "Just kidding. That's what happens on TV all the time." wildfire |
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May 29, 2016 22:29:14 GMT
Post by wildfire on May 29, 2016 22:29:14 GMT
"Many things," Ordric grumbled despite the fact that everything truly was under control. He provides no reaction to Jack's comments. If you didn't touch anything, nobody needed to know. This wasn't TV either. "Look, Kid, we're not supposed to touch anything. Otherwise, the driver's going to have an inaccurate accident report if you tamper with the scene." On the other hand, he figures better he do the tampering than this kid off the street. A membership with the Initiative did give people a little more leeway. He takes his first few steps closer to the car. The door frame is bent all out of shape. Creative and destructive measures would likely have to be employed in prying it open. 2DQhQoI4<50, driver is breathing >50, driver is dead as a doornail jack |
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May 30, 2016 11:39:06 GMT
Post by jack on May 30, 2016 11:39:06 GMT
Eh, adults always worried about everything. Gutta protect the people of the future or something, right? Unless this dude was a time-traveller, then that didn't matter at all. Jack grinned as the adult stepped closer to the car as well. Grown-ups always said one thing and did another. All the time. This dude was one of them 'grown-ups' too. He glanced over the car, noting how damaged it was. Yet it seemed that the guy was just asleep ... there wasn't much blood at all. Perhaps he would have looked almost alive had he been laid out on a bench like a hobo instead. But yeah, he was dead. Really dead. It wasn't Jack's first time staring a dead man in the face, so his nerves were relatively calm as he crept closer to the driver's seat. His hand was steady as he waved a hand before the driver; Jack knew he was dead and unable to respond, yet he couldn't help but do so. "He's dead, though. What does an accident report do to help him, anyway? It's not like some paramedic is going to resurrect him or something." Jack frowned. The stray cat from before darted over to the crime scene, scaring pigeons and leaping onto the car without regard for the dead and the living. It yowled unhappily as the bird barely just eluded its grasp. zsRHut_M <5 boom wildfire |
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May 30, 2016 15:39:35 GMT
Post by wildfire on May 30, 2016 15:39:35 GMT
In a place like Kingsport, it wasn't too far-fetched to propose that a paramedic might be able to revive a person from the dead. On the other hand, the kid had a point. An accident report was likely helpful for this man's relatives. Perhaps they would like to know what happened, and how their father/uncle/cousin/son had met his untimely end. "True," Ordric noted. "The city might need it for record-keeping though."Besides, he would have a report to fill out upon returning. The paperwork was always the worst part about being deployed on a mission. He would have to write not only about how his mark had been taken care of, but also note that this strange kid was a witness. Fortunately, the Initiative was highly unlikely to follow up on that. The Initiative was too busy to talk to kids on the street. "There's nothing left here," Ordric comments to the curious boy. "You should go home soon, or the police will hold you up for days with their questions."7iUzkwZZ<5 rip car and rip cat depending on the roll i guess jack |
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May 31, 2016 11:44:10 GMT
Post by jack on May 31, 2016 11:44:10 GMT
Jack drew back from the cat as it started spitting in his face. Dammit, cat. He glared back at it, hoping that it wouldn't just randomly decide to take its frustration out on him. For good measure, he took a couple of steps back as he mused aloud. "I wonder what happened for him to just crash like that? I mean, yeah, there's technically nothing left, but there's a dead body!" said Jack. His fingers itched, but he kept his hands firmly by his sides. Smiling, he glanced at Ordric. "Aaaand, you know, telling a kid to just 'go home' never works." Off in the distance came the sound of sirens. Emergency response was already on its way and would arrive in a bit. Jack shrugged. "Whatever. I guess today's a lucky day -- got to see a car crash, first-hand." GvD9k2l| <5 we're rolling until they leave or car explodes, right wildfire |
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Post by wildfire on Jun 1, 2016 2:59:51 GMT
"Not sure," Ordric says. "But he was in a rush, and the supposed approximate chance of getting into a car accident in the Little Dublin area is 57.5%."Ordric has little to no idea how car insurance dealers have managed to derive that statistic, but he figures they probably have their methods. He raises a brow at Jack. "You have interesting criteria for lucky days," the man comments. "Not many people would consider witnessing a car accident as a good thing."Fortunately, for Jack, the cat appeared to have suddenly forgotten the boy and was already surveying the area for its next pigeon prey. After all, the one it leaped at earlier had flown away long ago, away from the chaos of the accident. "If you intend on sticking around until help arrives, that's on you. Expect a long questionnaire to fill out from whoever is coming by."ALqlWZHH<5, i mean, i suppose we could. why not jack |
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Post by jack on Jun 2, 2016 14:49:45 GMT
How the fuck did he -- actually, why did he even bother knowing the statistic was beyond Jack. He dismissed it with a shake of his head. If the man's idea of a lucky day differed from Jack's, then that was probably why they had really different world views. "Dude, no," Jack quickly said as soon as he heard the word 'long questionnaire', "I don't want that kind of trouble." He didn't know why, but at the thought of tedious paperwork, Jack's hands involuntarily curled into fists -- almost as if ready to lob crumpled balls of paper into the nearest waste-paper basket. With a shrug, Jack moved away from the car, saying, "See you around if I see you." B3jqUKXi <5 probably not, huh And with that, he continued to move towards some fencing. With surprising ease he leapt over it, and darted across the building's compound until he was gone. wildfire |
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