Post by Destiny VanZant on Jan 1, 2013 8:20:17 GMT -8
Original Post: Dec 17, 2012, 10:06pm
prey for him: Discovery Park was apparently one of the places to be in Seattle, yet he'd never found the time - nor the care - to even step foot on the land. From the lighthouse to the vast amounts of open space, the trails and paths that led from one side of the land to the other, through the woods.. it was a wonder he hadn't caught on to the idea sooner. The lighthouse was an old fashioned black on white, and while some tourists tended to get up close and personal with it, Jeremy kept his distance. Both boots were firmly planted on a piece of washed up driftwood, dark eyes centered in on the people that came and went. Some could have thought him crazy to be so close to the water with the chill in the air, but despite the breeze that carried off the water and whipped at his too-long bangs, he stood his ground. Sure, it was cold.. but he had nothing better to do, lest his neighborhood lose more beloved pets - or, perhaps the park would lose some of it's wildlife. Who knew? He seemed fairly docile in a sense, as he stood huddled in a puffy black jacket and the loose-fit jeans. All the fuss did seem to be about the lighthouse, though; pay no attention to the kid on the beach. Save for the brunette girl who was skimming the shore between the wood and seaweed for some sort of treasures, he assumed. She occasionally glanced over between her findings, but didn't seem to get too close just yet. It was fine with him. Good things came to those who wait, and all that jazz.
Destiny VanZant: And then there was Destiny. One of those absolutely insane people that, rain or shine, cold or fair, was out at some point during the day jogging. Most people didn't run unless being chased, but not Destiny. She actually liked the rush of endorphins created in the brain by the exertion. It was the same chemical release brought on by orgasm, so yeah. Destiny ran. A lot. She was currently on her way to the lighthouse, arms and legs pumping, adrenaline flowing through her, that fight or flight chemical that all got a jolt of from time to time. The path was clearing of people, most leaving for the day. The cold weather, and the moisture from the water drove many into their homes right after dusk. Only the few diehards were still out and those were dwindling fast. As she broke through the trees, she spotted the lighthouse, and kicked it into high gear, bits of dirt kicking up from her running shoes as she moved.
prey for him: Jer had slowly averted his gaze to the brunette girl when she moved next. Away from the shore and back up onto the grassy mound that would eventually lead her back through the trails. First thought for him was to step off the wood to follow her, and he did. At least for a little ways, anyway, before she turned to the lighthouse as well. What was so spectacular about that damned thing? It was with slow steps that he followed, both hands finally finding their way into his coat's pocket as he rounded the thing.. right back onto the path before coming to a sudden halt. Perhaps he wasn't expecting yet another straggler, nor to be breezed by by some hardcore runner chick. Ironically, he humored the thought that just maybe someone was chasing her. Both brows raised, and soon he was on the move again. Maybe, even if only accidentally, he'd find out what all the fuss was about the lighthouse -- that, or come up with a ploy to bait and lure. A light sniff was given merely due to the fact that his face was more than a little red from having spent god only knew how long too close to the water. Coming into the dimly lit front of the building, he turned and propped himself against it. What better to do than pull out his cell phone for a guise? His thump skipped through numerous apps that weren't hardly paid any mind, and dark eyes watched the runner. Where had the little brunette gone? Oh, she was nearby of course; her hemp-made bag of treasures, and all.
Destiny VanZant: When she reached the point, she stopped, breath pluming out before her as she walked it off, one leg rising behind her and grasped in hand, brought up behind her back, to stretch it out, and then she was switching over, doing the same with the other leg. She then continued to pace about, one hand pressing fingertips to thrumming pulse point in her neck as she checked her watch and counted the beats. She'd give her heart a little longer to slow down, before heading back. The guy with his phone and girl with her bag were noted, and then she was stretching out her back muscles. She glanced upward but there wasn't much to see but the cloud ceiling illuminated by city lights.
prey for him: Jeremy was a clever kid, though very few ever got to stick around to say just how so. The few that had found out only knew him for an hour, tops, before they were .. departing, for lack of better words. He merely kept thumbing through his phone, though did legitly pause to tap out a text message to his dear sister before stuffing the device away once more. When he looked up, he shot the brunette girl a sidelong glance without as much as moving his head before his attention was, again, wholly on the runner. Typically, when one person looked up.. the ones in close proximity would do the same, but Jer did nothing of the sort. One mouse - to him, the brunette was a mouse - scurried away. Up the path that would take her back, undoubtedly towards the entrance.. and while that was a sad turn of events, who knew what would happen here in front of the lighthouse? If he did, he wasn't saying. "Nice night." Stereotypical .. cliché .. that was what he was aiming for, when he spoke. The words were monotone, and severely lacking in emphasis. A casual comment, nothing more, because he couldn't display anything more. The hand that had once held the phone moved again, this time to knock his hair out of his face.
Destiny VanZant: Turning, Destiny looked at the guy. The girl had gone, but that wasn't surprising. "If you like freezing your ass off, yeah." She chuckled and started back along the path, closing the distance between point and lighthouse, and she gave a nod as she passed the guy, heading back down the path, still walking as her heart rate still was a bit amped up. Gloved hands opened and closed and she felt good, the mouse was well up the path. Something had spooked her, but then she seemed the skittish type. One of those who would spook at the sight of her own shadow. Without error, Destiny picked her way along the path, despite the dark.
prey for him: It was cold, especially so close to the water.. but her comment only received a barely-there grin before, like the brunette, Jeremy was watching her pass and head back up the path. Briefly, he stayed put, as if weighing his options -- whatever one he chose, however, would lead him up that very same path regardless. He didn't bother flipping his hood back up considering the breeze was gone now that he was on the path once more, but he did pull his hands back out of his pockets as he went. Even being a few paces behind, he could just barely see the scavenger girl making haste up the path.. and of course, the runner trekking along as well. It was harmless enough, wasn't it? Making his way back to his truck, just like the other stragglers that had stayed too late to do whatever the fuck it was that they were doing. More than likely, he should have been more concerned with the fact that he wasn't seasoned to these paths; each step up, or step down had managed to have his gaze drifting downward for small intervals. That was never a good thing when you were someone like him -- people weren't like some dog or cat who'd try to find a vantage point, or stop to lick at a puddle of gathered water.
Destiny VanZant: No, but people had habits. All of them. Favored places to be, routines followed. Good or bad, people were animals and creatures of habit just as their lesser brethren were. The motivations were different, to some degree. But even then, there were still the basics. Food. Shelter. Sex. The three driving forces that kept man kind from winking out thirty thousand years ago. The main difference between the two? Opposable thumbs, and Xbox. She hit the parking lot shortly before the dude on her trail did, and headed for the Prius, yes it had that crappy, pale blue, sparkly paint job. Jeff Dunham was the entire reason she bought the thing.
prey for him: Driving forces for many, indeed. Jeremy was a bit off in that aspect; it'd been years he'd had only one true driving force, and there hadn't been any real show of a change of plans. Only, if he didn't learn to be less than spontaneous, he would be the one winking out. He was more than quiet as he went, playing the role of a simple passer by as he and she, unbeknownst to her of course, walked together up to the parking lot. She may have gotten there first, but it didn't take him long at all to catch up. Asphalt was a whole different story than the debris-filled floor of wooded areas that he'd never been on before. So, she could take that pretty little blonde head of hers bobbing along to the Prius, but before she could get the door open, Jeremy had advanced. She wouldn't have heard the soft click that came from within his pocket just before he'd brought an arm up and around her shoulders. Though he stood off to the side a little ways, he brought his opposite hand up, the sharp edge of a folding blade pressed against her throat. At first, it wasn't tight at all. If she moved, then she'd feel pressure. "Let's walk." –d
Destiny VanZant: His first mistake, was not going for the mouse. His second, was in underestimating his prey. Her left hand came up, grasping his right wrist, fingers locked around, thumb pressing into the back of hsi hand as she twisted it outward and away, as her right elbow drove toward his gut, her right fist swinging upward and back for his nose as she twisted.
prey for him: Wrong. His first mistake was not flaying her throat open as soon as he'd grabbed her, but hey. Even as she gripped onto his wrist and made damn sure to point the blade away from herself, Jeremy kept his grip on it's aluminum handle. The elbow to his gut sent him back a step, but the damn fist to his nose was what sent him into some.. blind sort of rage. What a bitch move! It didn't take but a second for him to throw his arm up, likely toting her hand and it's grip right along with it, only to rotate his shoulder and his arm in such a way that would cause her to release, or have her wrist broken. Whichever happened first. Regardless of the outcome, he wasn't letting go of his knife anytime soon. Instead, he brought one boot up to her gut and shoved her back against that Jeff Dunham inspired Prius. He didn't pause to wipe at the blood trickling from his nose.. but at least he wasn't trying to stab her, yet! Instead, he advanced again. This time, it wasn't the knife to her throat, but his free hand. Fingers dug in and he pinned her there against her vehicle.
Destiny VanZant: She didn't let go, instead she used their combined grip as a pivot point, releasing the tension on her own arm, as her upper body went down and her legs came up, first one, then the other, each kicking out at his head as they went over and as she came back up, she drove the heel of her left hand inward and upward for his jaw. So far he hadn't really pissed her off, and that was a good thing. One looking at them, and not hearing a word come out of either might just think they were engaged in some sort of odd dance.
prey for him: That.. did not work as planned. Jeremy nearly just backed up. Wouldn't have been the first time he'd botched something. When she went down like that, he just watched.. dodged each leg that kicked up at him, though caught the heel of her hand to his jaw. Funny how silent they both were, but better yet how empty the park's parking lot had gotten. It wasn't an odd dance, though. He was more than intent to do something now, and moved just far enough to jerk his own arm, elbow intended right for her mouth. Damn if he wasn't going to have to perfect his shit before trying this again. If that elbow connected, he was quick to reach up and switch the XM series knife from his right to his left hand, but what was the point in trying to inspire fear when she'd already taken that away? Bummer. Despite her grip still on him, he merely folded the thing closed and let it fall into the pocket of his jeans before grabbing her wrist. Was she still holding onto his right one? If so, then it really was a damn shame no one was watching -- now it really looked like a fucking dance.
Destiny VanZant: She rocked back on the balls of her feet, narrowly avoiding the elbow, and as he reached his left for hers, she let him have it. Hand folded into a fist and drove straight for that already bloodied nose. When his fingers sought her wrist, her head drove forward, forehead to nose, the intent to hammer the already weakened spot as her right ankle came around behind his left and she twisted at the waist to drag him down.
Murderous Mania: It was nice to have a show after a meal but the longer he watched the two of them from beneath that tree across the street the more bored he became with the whole thing. The kid was clearly outmatched. One moment he was loitering against the oak's trunk, the next he was ten feet behind the woman that was in the process of beating the ever loving shit out of the one who had clearly bit off more than he could chew. His movements were faster than the human eye could hope to track. "That's enough." Joachim wouldn't mind watching a murder or either one of them die but this was all extremely tedious. His right hand dipped inside his open jacket and drew the HK USPc 9 he carried in a shoulder holster. Aligning the glowing tritium sights with her back, his thumb swept the safety off with an audible CLICK! "Get in your fucking car and leave. The police are on the way and looking for an armed, blonde female assailant attacking people in the park." [d]
prey for him: The first to his nose did cause his head to snap back, but it didn't make him stumble. It was her forehead smashing into him again that had made him give up on the idea of grabbing her wrist. The tricky move to avoiding going down completely - and hard, mind you - was avoided by dropping a palm to the asphalt to break his fall and also allow him to kick his leg out further. Jeremy was about to spring back up, but paused once he was in a crouched position. .. Where the fuck did he come from? He caught sight of the pistol, heard the sound of the safety being disengaged, and slowly climbed back up to his feet.. all eyes on the pretty blonde. Of course he knew that she wasn't responsible for the attack, nor had she really shown any signs of being armed, but he kept his mouth shut.
Destiny VanZant: She paused, hands up, gaze going from the attacker over her shoulder to the prick behind her. "Really. Maybe we should just wait for the police to show." She was calm. Maybe a little too calm, as she ran down a mental laundry list of ways this could go down. Still, the prick behind her with the gun was telling her to go. Might not be a bad idea after all. One hand shifted as she glanced over her shoulder. "I'm just reaching for my keys." She slowly slid her hand into her pocket, and just as slowly slid the keys out, with two fingers, giving them a light shake as she did so. "Now I'm moving to my car." She looked back at the guy who had attacked her as she slowly moved sideways, right hand lowering with those keys to unlock the door and pull it open.
Murderous Mania: "Two against one, the cops always believe the first person that calls 9-1-1, and he looks far worse for wear than you do." It was a helpful little hint that she would be best served by moving on along. While he wouldn't hesitate to shoot her down that was obviously going to be a headache if she forced him to. Still, he kept the gun trained on her even as she walked away and got into her car. "You fucking stay right there." Joachim took his left support hand off his weapon to point directly at Jeremy. If he moved he was going to wish his little girlfriend was around to beat the shit out of him, because he would break him over the curb like a twig. [d]
prey for him: He watched her as she made the move to pull her keys from her pocket, though he was evidently more curious with the whole .. situation, now. He didn't deal with police, so, he had no real way of knowing whether the hint dropped was true or not .. nor did he really care. It was working, wasn't it? Midnight blues only shifted when he was addressed, and he only gave a quick show of hands before his attention drifted back to the girl. Funny she looked back at him, but all she got was a slight narrowing of his eyes before he shoved his hands down in his pockets. Fuck. He didn't want her to go, but.. then again.. he wasn't at all for getting the shit kicked out of him. Eh, you win some, you lose some.
Destiny VanZant: She slid into the car and keyed locked the door, keying the ignition and putting it into drive before she even had her seat belt on. She pulled away and headed for the street, a check of the view behind her, and she was finally snapping that belt into place. She reached down, left hand on the wheel, right hand tugging the subcompact and it's holster from around her ankle. She reached over and tucked both into the glove compartment, then snapped it shut again.
prey for him: Discovery Park was apparently one of the places to be in Seattle, yet he'd never found the time - nor the care - to even step foot on the land. From the lighthouse to the vast amounts of open space, the trails and paths that led from one side of the land to the other, through the woods.. it was a wonder he hadn't caught on to the idea sooner. The lighthouse was an old fashioned black on white, and while some tourists tended to get up close and personal with it, Jeremy kept his distance. Both boots were firmly planted on a piece of washed up driftwood, dark eyes centered in on the people that came and went. Some could have thought him crazy to be so close to the water with the chill in the air, but despite the breeze that carried off the water and whipped at his too-long bangs, he stood his ground. Sure, it was cold.. but he had nothing better to do, lest his neighborhood lose more beloved pets - or, perhaps the park would lose some of it's wildlife. Who knew? He seemed fairly docile in a sense, as he stood huddled in a puffy black jacket and the loose-fit jeans. All the fuss did seem to be about the lighthouse, though; pay no attention to the kid on the beach. Save for the brunette girl who was skimming the shore between the wood and seaweed for some sort of treasures, he assumed. She occasionally glanced over between her findings, but didn't seem to get too close just yet. It was fine with him. Good things came to those who wait, and all that jazz.
Destiny VanZant: And then there was Destiny. One of those absolutely insane people that, rain or shine, cold or fair, was out at some point during the day jogging. Most people didn't run unless being chased, but not Destiny. She actually liked the rush of endorphins created in the brain by the exertion. It was the same chemical release brought on by orgasm, so yeah. Destiny ran. A lot. She was currently on her way to the lighthouse, arms and legs pumping, adrenaline flowing through her, that fight or flight chemical that all got a jolt of from time to time. The path was clearing of people, most leaving for the day. The cold weather, and the moisture from the water drove many into their homes right after dusk. Only the few diehards were still out and those were dwindling fast. As she broke through the trees, she spotted the lighthouse, and kicked it into high gear, bits of dirt kicking up from her running shoes as she moved.
prey for him: Jer had slowly averted his gaze to the brunette girl when she moved next. Away from the shore and back up onto the grassy mound that would eventually lead her back through the trails. First thought for him was to step off the wood to follow her, and he did. At least for a little ways, anyway, before she turned to the lighthouse as well. What was so spectacular about that damned thing? It was with slow steps that he followed, both hands finally finding their way into his coat's pocket as he rounded the thing.. right back onto the path before coming to a sudden halt. Perhaps he wasn't expecting yet another straggler, nor to be breezed by by some hardcore runner chick. Ironically, he humored the thought that just maybe someone was chasing her. Both brows raised, and soon he was on the move again. Maybe, even if only accidentally, he'd find out what all the fuss was about the lighthouse -- that, or come up with a ploy to bait and lure. A light sniff was given merely due to the fact that his face was more than a little red from having spent god only knew how long too close to the water. Coming into the dimly lit front of the building, he turned and propped himself against it. What better to do than pull out his cell phone for a guise? His thump skipped through numerous apps that weren't hardly paid any mind, and dark eyes watched the runner. Where had the little brunette gone? Oh, she was nearby of course; her hemp-made bag of treasures, and all.
Destiny VanZant: When she reached the point, she stopped, breath pluming out before her as she walked it off, one leg rising behind her and grasped in hand, brought up behind her back, to stretch it out, and then she was switching over, doing the same with the other leg. She then continued to pace about, one hand pressing fingertips to thrumming pulse point in her neck as she checked her watch and counted the beats. She'd give her heart a little longer to slow down, before heading back. The guy with his phone and girl with her bag were noted, and then she was stretching out her back muscles. She glanced upward but there wasn't much to see but the cloud ceiling illuminated by city lights.
prey for him: Jeremy was a clever kid, though very few ever got to stick around to say just how so. The few that had found out only knew him for an hour, tops, before they were .. departing, for lack of better words. He merely kept thumbing through his phone, though did legitly pause to tap out a text message to his dear sister before stuffing the device away once more. When he looked up, he shot the brunette girl a sidelong glance without as much as moving his head before his attention was, again, wholly on the runner. Typically, when one person looked up.. the ones in close proximity would do the same, but Jer did nothing of the sort. One mouse - to him, the brunette was a mouse - scurried away. Up the path that would take her back, undoubtedly towards the entrance.. and while that was a sad turn of events, who knew what would happen here in front of the lighthouse? If he did, he wasn't saying. "Nice night." Stereotypical .. cliché .. that was what he was aiming for, when he spoke. The words were monotone, and severely lacking in emphasis. A casual comment, nothing more, because he couldn't display anything more. The hand that had once held the phone moved again, this time to knock his hair out of his face.
Destiny VanZant: Turning, Destiny looked at the guy. The girl had gone, but that wasn't surprising. "If you like freezing your ass off, yeah." She chuckled and started back along the path, closing the distance between point and lighthouse, and she gave a nod as she passed the guy, heading back down the path, still walking as her heart rate still was a bit amped up. Gloved hands opened and closed and she felt good, the mouse was well up the path. Something had spooked her, but then she seemed the skittish type. One of those who would spook at the sight of her own shadow. Without error, Destiny picked her way along the path, despite the dark.
prey for him: It was cold, especially so close to the water.. but her comment only received a barely-there grin before, like the brunette, Jeremy was watching her pass and head back up the path. Briefly, he stayed put, as if weighing his options -- whatever one he chose, however, would lead him up that very same path regardless. He didn't bother flipping his hood back up considering the breeze was gone now that he was on the path once more, but he did pull his hands back out of his pockets as he went. Even being a few paces behind, he could just barely see the scavenger girl making haste up the path.. and of course, the runner trekking along as well. It was harmless enough, wasn't it? Making his way back to his truck, just like the other stragglers that had stayed too late to do whatever the fuck it was that they were doing. More than likely, he should have been more concerned with the fact that he wasn't seasoned to these paths; each step up, or step down had managed to have his gaze drifting downward for small intervals. That was never a good thing when you were someone like him -- people weren't like some dog or cat who'd try to find a vantage point, or stop to lick at a puddle of gathered water.
Destiny VanZant: No, but people had habits. All of them. Favored places to be, routines followed. Good or bad, people were animals and creatures of habit just as their lesser brethren were. The motivations were different, to some degree. But even then, there were still the basics. Food. Shelter. Sex. The three driving forces that kept man kind from winking out thirty thousand years ago. The main difference between the two? Opposable thumbs, and Xbox. She hit the parking lot shortly before the dude on her trail did, and headed for the Prius, yes it had that crappy, pale blue, sparkly paint job. Jeff Dunham was the entire reason she bought the thing.
prey for him: Driving forces for many, indeed. Jeremy was a bit off in that aspect; it'd been years he'd had only one true driving force, and there hadn't been any real show of a change of plans. Only, if he didn't learn to be less than spontaneous, he would be the one winking out. He was more than quiet as he went, playing the role of a simple passer by as he and she, unbeknownst to her of course, walked together up to the parking lot. She may have gotten there first, but it didn't take him long at all to catch up. Asphalt was a whole different story than the debris-filled floor of wooded areas that he'd never been on before. So, she could take that pretty little blonde head of hers bobbing along to the Prius, but before she could get the door open, Jeremy had advanced. She wouldn't have heard the soft click that came from within his pocket just before he'd brought an arm up and around her shoulders. Though he stood off to the side a little ways, he brought his opposite hand up, the sharp edge of a folding blade pressed against her throat. At first, it wasn't tight at all. If she moved, then she'd feel pressure. "Let's walk." –d
Destiny VanZant: His first mistake, was not going for the mouse. His second, was in underestimating his prey. Her left hand came up, grasping his right wrist, fingers locked around, thumb pressing into the back of hsi hand as she twisted it outward and away, as her right elbow drove toward his gut, her right fist swinging upward and back for his nose as she twisted.
prey for him: Wrong. His first mistake was not flaying her throat open as soon as he'd grabbed her, but hey. Even as she gripped onto his wrist and made damn sure to point the blade away from herself, Jeremy kept his grip on it's aluminum handle. The elbow to his gut sent him back a step, but the damn fist to his nose was what sent him into some.. blind sort of rage. What a bitch move! It didn't take but a second for him to throw his arm up, likely toting her hand and it's grip right along with it, only to rotate his shoulder and his arm in such a way that would cause her to release, or have her wrist broken. Whichever happened first. Regardless of the outcome, he wasn't letting go of his knife anytime soon. Instead, he brought one boot up to her gut and shoved her back against that Jeff Dunham inspired Prius. He didn't pause to wipe at the blood trickling from his nose.. but at least he wasn't trying to stab her, yet! Instead, he advanced again. This time, it wasn't the knife to her throat, but his free hand. Fingers dug in and he pinned her there against her vehicle.
Destiny VanZant: She didn't let go, instead she used their combined grip as a pivot point, releasing the tension on her own arm, as her upper body went down and her legs came up, first one, then the other, each kicking out at his head as they went over and as she came back up, she drove the heel of her left hand inward and upward for his jaw. So far he hadn't really pissed her off, and that was a good thing. One looking at them, and not hearing a word come out of either might just think they were engaged in some sort of odd dance.
prey for him: That.. did not work as planned. Jeremy nearly just backed up. Wouldn't have been the first time he'd botched something. When she went down like that, he just watched.. dodged each leg that kicked up at him, though caught the heel of her hand to his jaw. Funny how silent they both were, but better yet how empty the park's parking lot had gotten. It wasn't an odd dance, though. He was more than intent to do something now, and moved just far enough to jerk his own arm, elbow intended right for her mouth. Damn if he wasn't going to have to perfect his shit before trying this again. If that elbow connected, he was quick to reach up and switch the XM series knife from his right to his left hand, but what was the point in trying to inspire fear when she'd already taken that away? Bummer. Despite her grip still on him, he merely folded the thing closed and let it fall into the pocket of his jeans before grabbing her wrist. Was she still holding onto his right one? If so, then it really was a damn shame no one was watching -- now it really looked like a fucking dance.
Destiny VanZant: She rocked back on the balls of her feet, narrowly avoiding the elbow, and as he reached his left for hers, she let him have it. Hand folded into a fist and drove straight for that already bloodied nose. When his fingers sought her wrist, her head drove forward, forehead to nose, the intent to hammer the already weakened spot as her right ankle came around behind his left and she twisted at the waist to drag him down.
Murderous Mania: It was nice to have a show after a meal but the longer he watched the two of them from beneath that tree across the street the more bored he became with the whole thing. The kid was clearly outmatched. One moment he was loitering against the oak's trunk, the next he was ten feet behind the woman that was in the process of beating the ever loving shit out of the one who had clearly bit off more than he could chew. His movements were faster than the human eye could hope to track. "That's enough." Joachim wouldn't mind watching a murder or either one of them die but this was all extremely tedious. His right hand dipped inside his open jacket and drew the HK USPc 9 he carried in a shoulder holster. Aligning the glowing tritium sights with her back, his thumb swept the safety off with an audible CLICK! "Get in your fucking car and leave. The police are on the way and looking for an armed, blonde female assailant attacking people in the park." [d]
prey for him: The first to his nose did cause his head to snap back, but it didn't make him stumble. It was her forehead smashing into him again that had made him give up on the idea of grabbing her wrist. The tricky move to avoiding going down completely - and hard, mind you - was avoided by dropping a palm to the asphalt to break his fall and also allow him to kick his leg out further. Jeremy was about to spring back up, but paused once he was in a crouched position. .. Where the fuck did he come from? He caught sight of the pistol, heard the sound of the safety being disengaged, and slowly climbed back up to his feet.. all eyes on the pretty blonde. Of course he knew that she wasn't responsible for the attack, nor had she really shown any signs of being armed, but he kept his mouth shut.
Destiny VanZant: She paused, hands up, gaze going from the attacker over her shoulder to the prick behind her. "Really. Maybe we should just wait for the police to show." She was calm. Maybe a little too calm, as she ran down a mental laundry list of ways this could go down. Still, the prick behind her with the gun was telling her to go. Might not be a bad idea after all. One hand shifted as she glanced over her shoulder. "I'm just reaching for my keys." She slowly slid her hand into her pocket, and just as slowly slid the keys out, with two fingers, giving them a light shake as she did so. "Now I'm moving to my car." She looked back at the guy who had attacked her as she slowly moved sideways, right hand lowering with those keys to unlock the door and pull it open.
Murderous Mania: "Two against one, the cops always believe the first person that calls 9-1-1, and he looks far worse for wear than you do." It was a helpful little hint that she would be best served by moving on along. While he wouldn't hesitate to shoot her down that was obviously going to be a headache if she forced him to. Still, he kept the gun trained on her even as she walked away and got into her car. "You fucking stay right there." Joachim took his left support hand off his weapon to point directly at Jeremy. If he moved he was going to wish his little girlfriend was around to beat the shit out of him, because he would break him over the curb like a twig. [d]
prey for him: He watched her as she made the move to pull her keys from her pocket, though he was evidently more curious with the whole .. situation, now. He didn't deal with police, so, he had no real way of knowing whether the hint dropped was true or not .. nor did he really care. It was working, wasn't it? Midnight blues only shifted when he was addressed, and he only gave a quick show of hands before his attention drifted back to the girl. Funny she looked back at him, but all she got was a slight narrowing of his eyes before he shoved his hands down in his pockets. Fuck. He didn't want her to go, but.. then again.. he wasn't at all for getting the shit kicked out of him. Eh, you win some, you lose some.
Destiny VanZant: She slid into the car and keyed locked the door, keying the ignition and putting it into drive before she even had her seat belt on. She pulled away and headed for the street, a check of the view behind her, and she was finally snapping that belt into place. She reached down, left hand on the wheel, right hand tugging the subcompact and it's holster from around her ankle. She reached over and tucked both into the glove compartment, then snapped it shut again.