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Post by tshamien on Aug 16, 2011 13:49:14 GMT -5
"It's coming from this way, come on..." He said, and took her hand as they walked. The smell grew harsher and more prominent as he walked.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 16, 2011 13:54:36 GMT -5
Nevada wrinkled her nose as the smell got stronger. This was no fireplace. The smell said it all. When they turned the corner she gasped loudly when she realized what building was on fire
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Post by tshamien on Aug 16, 2011 13:59:09 GMT -5
In an instant Tristan had let go of Nevada's hand and was running across the street, shoving past people to get to the building.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 16, 2011 14:05:15 GMT -5
'TRISTAN!' Nevada shouted as she chased after him. She almost made it to the building but was grabbed around the waist by a fireman who told her he wasn't lettin her in. She struggled harder when she could hear screams but his grip only tightened.
What if he died? The idea panicked her as soon tears were rolling down her cheeks.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 16, 2011 14:21:18 GMT -5
Tristan ran around the side of the building, already coughing from the smoke. He could hear the people yelling inside, saw them running down the fire escape. It had started on the third floor...son of a bitch.
"Move!" He bellowed hurrying as fast as he could up the metal stairs.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 16, 2011 14:24:25 GMT -5
Nevada went limp in the mans arms, having no will to fight anymore. She found herself praying. For Tristan. For Mikey.
'please....please let them be okay.' she repeated over and over again.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 16, 2011 14:30:11 GMT -5
Tristan hurried up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him. Three stories had never felt so high up before in his life. He started coughing, choking on the thick black smoke filling the air.
When he reach the apartment the window was locked shut.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 16, 2011 14:34:59 GMT -5
Nevada looked up, there was so much smoke she didn't know what to do. What if she never saw him again. 'please! I have to go in there!' she tried begging again.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 16, 2011 14:41:44 GMT -5
Tristan kicked in the window without a second thought and crawled through, cutting his hands in the process, he didn't even feel it. He covered his nose and mouth with his arm, his eyes started to water.
It had to be 150 degrees in there...he knew he had to get the hell out of there and fast.
He could see where the fire had started, back room, that's where they assumed the whole family slept. The doorway was completely in flames, he completely charged through it.
((I have to wait to confirm something with Sapphy here, I don't wanna gobmod or whatever LOL))
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Post by NevadaShamien on Aug 16, 2011 14:42:54 GMT -5
((that's coooool and understandable I'll wait! ))
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 16, 2011 21:39:07 GMT -5
Kennedy jumped a mile high, crouched in the corner with Mikey in her arms. She was curled around him protectively, hiding their faces. She looked up and saw Tristan, dirty face filled with tears.
"I-I couldn't get the door open," she said; it was like her voice didn't belong to her. She was shaking.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 17, 2011 6:46:21 GMT -5
Tristan gaped at her wide eyed for a split second before rushing over to her and Mikey.
"You okay?" He asked quickly and then started to cough. "Hold him tight," Tristan ordered and scooped Kennedy up into his arms like she weighed nothing more than a feather.
Now he needed to get out.
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 17, 2011 7:57:59 GMT -5
Kennedy continued to babble, her voice sounded like it could float away...
"I said I'd help. I said... I shadowed them. Wanted to make sure they were safe. I'm sorry I went to the poker game."
She held onto Mikey tightly, as if he were the one saving her.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 17, 2011 8:14:38 GMT -5
"This ain't your fault," he said sternly, looking down at her. "I didn't think they'd stoop this low." Tristan knew panicking wouldn't help the situation. Mikey started crying and coughing.
"Shit," Tristan muttered. There was no other way but to go back through the burning doorway. He turned around and faced his back to the fire, closed his eyes tight and hurried through. He could feel the fire, his back burning, but he had to ignore it.
Tristan ran with them through the apartment. He hoisted Kennedy and Mikey out onto the fire escape through the broken window and climbed out after them. He laid straight down on his back and started rolling to put out the flames, then just stayed there panting.
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Post by Kennedy on Aug 17, 2011 8:18:16 GMT -5
Kennedy had put her over shirt over Mikey's head to try and keep the smoke away from his mouth and nose. She held him close, bouncing him slightly and trying to shush him.
As Tristan joined them on the fire escape, she simultaneously bounced Mikey and stamped on Tristan's clothes to make sure the flames were out.
As soon as she knew Tristan was okay: "T-Take him," she said, feeling weak.
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