Quinn Locksley
Law Enforcement
the ultimate defense is to pretend
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Post by Quinn Locksley on Oct 27, 2007 20:11:25 GMT
Quinn clenched her teeth to stop herself saying something unnecessarily proud or boastful as McNiven cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor. She watched him writhe on the floor for a brief moment before the smell of smoke wafted through the narrow corridor. “Where there’s smoke, there’s fire,” she said so softly she barely heard herself. She was about to turn, turn her back on her opponent and look back, back down the corridor. Two fatal mistakes that might have cost her much. However, her growing suspicion that the building that they were in was on fire was greater then any mistake she might have made.
She didn’t turn, didn’t look anywhere else but at McNiven. He was getting up again. Again. Quinn was disappointedly impressed and watched him pull himself together and push himself to his feet. She should have ended it then, done them both a favour and put him out of her misery. She was certain she had broken a few ribs. With that self same kick had saved her from the crazed Chimaera a year back so it was certain that some bone damage had been caused. Despite all this McNiven stood up and fixed Quinn wit such a heated glare that if she had been made of wax she would have instantly liquefied.
“What?” Quinn taunted him with her mocking tone, “can’t you handle little old me?” She began to cackle and threw her head back. Suddenly she was caught in powerful arms and was being carried backwards. Luckily she gasped tightly to her wand, otherwise she would have been in dire straits. She let herself be carried and saw the staircase coming closer. She thought he might throw her down them but in stead they plummeted straight onto the floor.
Dirt and brick that had fallen dug into her back. Quinn took hold of McNiven’s collar and pulled her legs up trying to get her knees under him but he was sitting stead fast on top of her. She pulled hard on his collar and he inched forwards. It was enough and Quinn rolled backwards, then forwards, lifting her legs and pushing McNiven over her. She let go of his collar and released him as he flew over her head.
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Post by Nicholas McNiven on Oct 27, 2007 22:03:51 GMT
Locksley actually had a use, she broke his fall as a result the bits of rumble did not dig into him and it cushioned the fall on his ribs. But she did not give him time to relax and get comfy almost straight away Locksley began to struggle and took hold of his collar rather tightly and McNiven knew what she was going to do from there. Trying with all the strength he had left he tried to anchor himself to the floor but he had no energy, he would fail in anyway case Quinn had more strength then him at the present moment in time, so he might as well prepare himself for the tumble and work his way back from there.
So as he felt Lockleys knee go under him and with some force he was lifted in the air, not fighting back McNiven glanced up and saw the stair well was dangerously close. Luck was not on his side today and before he could look back at his enemy he was being thrown down the stairs. He landed heavily on his side, then on his back, his head hitting every bump as he tumbled in a heap down the stairs. That pain from his broken ribs and arm stung like they had been freshly snapped. He reached the bottom with a painful bump and his head smacked hard on the floor. McNiven slowly opened his eyes to find everything a blur and covered in black smoke. Coughing as the smoke clogged up his air way McNiven had the greatest chance ever to just run, the door was right by him and if he ran he would get away from Locksley and back into hiding.
But then McNiven never was the kind of man to run from a battle, not when pride was at stake. Pushing himself up with his good arm McNiven saw Locksley looking down upon him from the top of the stairwell and it remind him very much of past fight with another Locksley, but then he had been the young man. Somehow through all the pain McNiven managed to smile and a rough voice sounded out, echoing around the empty house.
“You know, you have the same look in your eyes as your mother did. And like her it does not suit you, I have no idea what Gobien saw in you.”
Gingery getting to his feet McNiven waved away the black smoke that was surrounding him and fumbled around for his wand. If someone was going to die today he had a sinking feeling that like before it would be the young person who prevailed.
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Quinn Locksley
Law Enforcement
the ultimate defense is to pretend
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Post by Quinn Locksley on Oct 27, 2007 22:28:55 GMT
The pressure on Quinn’s chest was lifted off when McNiven went flying over head. He weighed a considerable more then she did and with the uncomfortable rubble she was lying on it made breathing a problem. Or was that all the smoke? It didn’t matter because once the pressure was off, Quinn was on her feet again, watching McNiven fall down the stairs. It was quite satisfactory to know he was going to rot in Azkaban like any self respecting murderer should. She thought about how good having arrested McNiven would look on her papers, how enjoyable it would be to rub it in Chloe’s face, how rewarding it would be to know that there was one less murderer out on the streets.
Choking. The smoke was now choking, acidic and choking. Quinn coughed once, allowed herself a single moment of weakness before looking back to McNiven. All around him the smoke was swirling and churning. This could cause a problem but not mine, Quinn thought as her eyes settled once again on McNiven’s bloodied face. She had done it again and she stared down at him with a heated glared that matched the fire’s heat. Then he spoke and he words stabbed like a million hot pokers into her heart. “What?” she barked.
Quinn rand down the stairs, jumped the last and whirled around, rounding on McNiven. She grabbed his collar again and pulled him up, shaking him again. “What did you say?” she spat. Mother? “What about my mother?” she roared in his face, shaking him furiously now. How did this man know about her mother? And what right did he have to talk about her like he did. She should kill him just for that. Quinn dropped him abruptly and stuck her wand into his cheek. “Tell me!” she said, trying to control herself, “tell me know and I won’t kill you.”
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Post by Nicholas McNiven on Oct 27, 2007 22:54:05 GMT
Maybe what he had said was rash and unnecessary but with the amount of times he had had the air knocked out of his lungs his brain was being starved of oxygen. But whatever he had said he got a rather interesting reaction from Locksley. She was pounding down the stairs towards him, eyes ablaze and as she appeared from the smoke and hulled him up once again by his collar McNiven could not help but give a small evil chuckle. Even with her wand digging into his cheek McNiven still laughed, she did not know, she had not found out how had killed her mother. He had to take his hat off to Gobien; he did a grand job at keeping that secret. McNiven always thought that was why they had broke apart, but maybe now it was just because Gobien finally realised that Locksley was dragon.
“All I said was that your mother had the same look on her face as you, the day she died that was. Safe to say it did not look like that in the end. It is strange how people’s personalities change when faced with death.”
McNiven tried to move his head slightly away from the pressure of Locksley’s wand but her grip on his collar was too tight and he could not move as far as he wished. The smoke was continuing to thicken and McNiven knew that if he did not find a way of getting out of this situation soon they would both die by chocking to death or the timbers falling on them, and McNiven had already had enough of things falling on him and lack of oxygen to last him a lifetime. He needed to deliver the blow, and quick and hope that Quinn would falter.
“She would be ashamed how you are fighting today. We had a very nice little duel, although the odds were in our favour. Your mother put up a good fight although I will be leaving here today with a few more scratches.”
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Quinn Locksley
Law Enforcement
the ultimate defense is to pretend
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Post by Quinn Locksley on Oct 27, 2007 23:40:20 GMT
Quinn watched McNiven with such ferocity her eyes might have roared like a tiger. He was taking his time and she knew he was doing it just to annoy her. It was working too. She could feel her usually pale cheeks burning with colour, angry and hot, though that might have been from the fire that was engulfing the lower room of the building. She could scarcely contain herself and she didn’t know what to do. She could do nothing, she knew, other then watch and wait for him to speak, where every agonising second crawled by like an eternity.
Then came the words Quinn had known would come one day. She had not expected them form this man or for a number of years, but finally all the pent up anger she had bottle inside she could release with her mother’s name in mind. Quinn was speechless and listened silently as McNiven spoke. She didn’t want to miss a single word that he spoke. Ashamed? Quinn thought, would she be? He had planted a seed of doubt in Kaylin Quinn Locksley’s mind that soon turned into something ugly, septic and hateful.
She knew what to do with the hate though. She let it fuel her anger towards this man who was doing his utmost to get out of this situation alive. “My mother,” Quinn managed to say through gritted teeth, “would be proud and please that I brought the likes of you to justice.” Her mother, Noirin Locksley, was the person that inspired Quinn to do much that she has and who taught her all she knew about justice and morals. She would have been proud of Quinn, Quinn was certain of it. “And if it were up to me you wouldn’t be walking anywhere but I keep being reminded that there’s a dementor or two who are dying to kiss you. I hear it’s excruciating to watch but for you, I’m will to stick around.”
Quinn fought against her better judgment that told her to end him now and stood up, pulling him to his feet. She turned him around and grabbed his unbroken arm. “You,” she said, pulling his arm high behind his back where it threatened to snap, “are under arrest.” Quinn took his other broken arm and put the two wrists together. She pointed her wand at the wrists and ropes flew from the end, tying themselves very tightly around his wrists. “You have the right to keep your yap shut.” She stood him in front of her and walked around him like a circling hawk. “If you decide to negate that right,” Quinn clenched her fist tightly and punched his broken ribs as hard as she could. “I’m happy to tell you that I’ll have to use that as evidence against you.” She circled him until she was face-to-face with him. She clapped both hands onto McNiven’s shoulders and pulled him into her rising knee. “Have you got any questions?”
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Post by Herbert Thyme on Oct 28, 2007 14:42:41 GMT
The sun was low the sky and Thyme knew that he was running slightly behind schedule but he knew no one in the safe house would mind, they would not tempt to challenge Thyme, they were not that foolish. However this would not matter id what he was seeing what actually happening. The first thing he saw was the spirals of black smoke raising into the evening sky, and then he could smell the wood burning in the house and as he came around the corner he saw the crowds of people standing outside, just watching the house burn down. Anger filled Thymes veins as he stormed towards the burning house, his black gloved hand tightened around his walking stick which I used to part the crowds.
They were all fools in that house, people not good enough to be in field and incapable of doing paperwork, it was not really a surprise they ha managed to set the house on fire. But as he went trough the crowds his sharp ears picked up certain words that made him doubt his own theory. Was is true that his prize was here? The man that he had been hunting for months had walked straight into his grasp. Flicking his cloak over his folder Thyme pushed through the front ranks of the crowd and made his way towards the house.
Smoke started to blur his vision and as he entered the bottom floor he could hear movement on one of the higher floors, the sound of something tumbling down the stairs. With a gleam in his eyes Thyme’s perfectly polished boots began to pound up the stairs and as he reached the top of this stair well he saw him. Nicholas McNiven. They had once worked together all those years ago back in the ministry, when Thyme was with his first wife and after tragically sudden death McNiven never trust him again, but then Thyme never trusted McNiven in the first place. He was young and rash and it did not surprise him when he ran away from the ministry to be with the rouge wizard known as Jake Gobien.
Although the situation was not as perfect as Thyme would have liked. McNiven had already been captured by another member of the ministry Quinn Locksley. Grinding his teeth together Thyme pulled his wand from the end of his staff and pointed it at his fellow colleague. No one was going to take the money away from him that was over McNiven’s head.
“I have a question for you Locksley.” Thymes cold and emotionless voice sounded out. “Where is your paper work to take on the capture of this man? His arrest was assigned to my department, and as I do not remember asking for your service I suggest you hand this man over to me. You seem to have done enough damage here already.”
Thyme took a few steps forward and placed a hand on McNiven’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly silently thinking to himself ‘Got ya!’ while all the while keeping his eyes fixed upon Quinn. He did not trust her, she seemed rash and out of control from what he had seen with her beating the man, not that he did not derive it, Thyme just wanted his prize to be alive when he handed him over.
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Quinn Locksley
Law Enforcement
the ultimate defense is to pretend
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Post by Quinn Locksley on Oct 29, 2007 12:51:34 GMT
It was not McNiven’s droning voice that answered Quinn’s question. As her eyes boar flaming hot holes into the man’s face another voice erupted the heat of the building. It was one Quinn had not heard in a long time and had hoped to avoid. Taking hold on McNiven’s arm to make sure he didn’t run or get away, Quinn turned and fixed Thyme with the same heated gaze. What’s he doing here? Quinn wondered to herself as she watched Thyme come closer and closer.
“What?” Quinn frowned at Thyme as he came in and tried to take over. “What are you talking about, Thyme? Since when does the Department of Accidents and Catastrophes deal with arrests without the assistance of Magical Law Enforcement?” She sneered at the man angrily. Who does he think he is? Coming in here and taking my captive? It was testament to his arrogance and stubbornness and the main reason these two should never be in the same room for very long. They locked heads in every matter and this was clearly no different.
“No,” she growled, “it is your stupid men that have done this damage, not me. I know how to keep a low profile, perhaps you should take a page from my book and leave this captive with me,” she pulled on McNiven’s arm, pulling him out of Thyme’s grasp, “you clearly have your hands full with your building going up in flames and all your men lying unconscious all over the building.” She had not thought about the men and women she had passed on her way upstairs but now that she did, they weren’t her problem, they were Thyme’s responsibility.
Quinn pulled again on McNiven’s arm and pulled him unceremoniously towards the door. This was it, this was the moment she had been waiting for since she was twelve. She was finally going to get her chance to lock her mother’s killer away for good and nothing, not even Thyme, could take this away from her. She wouldn’t let him. As she walked to the door she looked for the red head she had apprehended before but saw no trace of her, except a bloodied footprint on the wooden floor. Moving on, Quinn said over her shoulder, “look to your own, Thyme, an infiltration like this could only have come from inside.” She considered the matter done, no more to say on it.
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Post by Jake Gobien on Oct 29, 2007 18:49:21 GMT
Everything was getting out of hand, Gobien had lost control, and without control safety was gone too, already some of his men had fallen, and now it seemed McNiven was falling too. But with a much larger shout and scuffle that was for sure.
Gobien had a clear objective though, he absolutely had to take one of the Ministry officials, even if they spouted gibberish that wasn't their primary objective for the abduction. They had to prove they meant business, and by hell they did. McNiven had always had a somewhat strange chivalrous nature about him; curiously he never attacked a woman first, in fact Gobien could remember seeing him attack anyone from behind, he had no such qualms himself, such a gallant spirit had been crushed from him with the greatest betrayal of all. So Gobien knew that the tough, grim man would wish to fight Locksley alone, they shared a knowing look and Gobien nodded, McNiven would sacrifice himself so they could complete the objective, Gobien had always known he'd had it in him. He smiled warmly at his friend just as the rubble from the walls crashed into him pummeling him onto the cold floorboards.
Ducking the flying debris Gobien soon became covered in dust, but not bruises so he cared not. Keeping a hold of the official he pulled him down as a chunk of wall narrowly missed their heads, obviously McNiven was bearing the brunt of it.
Choking upon the dust Gobien peered up at the combatents, now was his chance, whilst McNiven kept her preoccupied the rogue dragged the official up with wand still jabbed eagerly into his throat. Pushing him along quickly, with a death threat ringing in his years, "resist and you're a goner," was effective enough, Gobien shoved him along quickly past the epic duel, not even stopping to see who was winning.
With all the urgency he could muster he dragged the baffled man down the broken stairs just as Gloria darted in from the street followed closely by George with young bleeding Jim in his arms. Ricky tended to red-headed Fiona trying to awaken her. "Let's move people, we've got what we came for." Spells from the street shattered into the building willy nilly, luckily none hitting their mark. "Out the back," called Gobien as Gloria revived a groggy Fiona. "Get moving," he cried shoving the ministry official along as the group hurtled towards the back-way and into the small decrepit garden. Slim Roger was already there a prone official beneath his large boot. "All clear?" He asked looking back into the house, "for now," retorted Gobien urging the group to keep going. Slipping through the spindly garden gate they ducked into a small alley it's way treachorous with rubbish and broken glass in particular underfoot. "Just step on it," he cried, "the Ministry will do far worse to you. Ricky." He commanded getting his immediate attention, "get them safely within the forest, hideout Delta," "what about you sir?" he asked with a puzzled look, but begrudgingly admitting. "We left a man behind, cannae be doing with that." "Certainly not sir, we'll see you soon sir." With a smirk Gobien urged the group on with a harsh order, "get friggin moving."
Gobien turned back...
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Post by Herbert Thyme on Nov 10, 2007 18:01:05 GMT
As Locksley pulled McNiven out of his grasp Thyme curled his long fingers into a fist, it was his way of keeping a calm composure, venting his frustration out by a simple hand moment. Something that Locksley clearly had not learnt to do. Her hatred for McNiven seemed to be driving her on and clouding her vision. For that brief moment Thyme did not do anything, he just watched Locksley drag and unwilling McNiven away through the smoke. But as she did she uttered about looking after his own. Thyme guessed she was talking about the fools that were working in this house, but that did not worry him, why should it be his concern if the Ministry employ people who are unable to defend and look after themselves. No Thyme had to think of himself, had to think of his prize.
Waving his hands around in front of his face to try and clear away the black smoke he pulled out a crisp white handkerchief and held it over his mouth to act as a filter from the smoke. With a narrowed gaze a long strides Thyme chased after Locksley to get the passion of McNiven back off her. Running down the burning staircase Thyme drew closer, reaching out and once again tightening his grip around the arm of McNiven, anchoring him to the ground making sure he was going no where. Then with a small sickly smile he turned to Locksley, lowered his greying handkerchief and in the same calm tone Thyme continued as he had done on the floor above them.
“Locksley McNiven is not your responsibility. Leave him in my possession and you will be rewarded and on the paperwork your name will go down as the women who caught him. Why don’t you run along and carry on catching bad guys. Let us at the department of magical accidents and Catastrophes sort out this mess.”
Pulling McNiven closer towards him, Thyme kept his gaze on Locksley, wand at the ready to halt the women and any sudden movements that she may do. All Thyme knew was that the reward was greater for McNiven if he was brought in alive and he would do anything to make sure this was done, even kill Locksley. No one else was around, he could pin the blame on McNiven, no one would know after all why would Thyme kill a colleague and on top of that a female.
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Post by Jake Gobien on Nov 13, 2007 17:07:39 GMT
"Never leave a man behind," That's what Gobien had been instructed, that had been the Ministry's progative, now he somehow doubted that. Personally he'd thought the idea was pretty stupid, he'd rather save his own skin, but then he'd been young and naive, now he'd experience leadership and had the burden of responsibility. He had to protect his men, and that he would, but most importantly he had to protect his friends, he'd learnt that lesson above all from painful experience. There was no way he would leave McNiven, they were old compatriots and they'd survived a lot together, he was determined to save help him now. Even if McNiven held some chivalry Gobien had no such qualms, he wouldn't allow his friend to lay down his life for them to escape, when it wasn't necessary of course. So now Gobien had made his choice, he would help his out his old pal.
Heading back Gobien slipped into the garden by vaulting over the gate, feet pounding upon the cobbles he kicked open the back door then ducked into the kitchen. A man lay groaning upon the ground holding his bleeding side, he cringed as Gobien shot him a look of despise, wand trained upon the injured official. Holding a finger to his lips he grinned whispering, "ssh." Standing at the doorway leading into the corridor Gobien opened the door slightly, peaking through, and saw a site that made him curse under his breath. Locksley was dragging an injured McNiven towards the exit, it seemed his old friend had lost the duel, probably because of some dirty underhand trick, something that he himself would obviously employ. But another official was seemingly blocking her path and had a hold of his arm, were they actually fighting over who would take him in? Typical ministry he thought with a roll of his eyes.
There was so little time, Gobien had to act on the spur of the moment, and that he did. Delving into his coat he pulled out a servicible gun with a smile creeping across his face he gave it a kiss then with wand in right hand and the gun in his left he dived into the corridor. Rolling into a crouch he let loose. A knockout spell aimed at Thyme and several gunshots towards Locksley, he'd take no chances with her. "Stupefy," he cried as he lept forward to his old friend's aid. Conjuring up a protective shield to ward off spells about him, he used the butt of his gun to swipe at the two officials...
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Quinn Locksley
Law Enforcement
the ultimate defense is to pretend
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Post by Quinn Locksley on Nov 15, 2007 15:56:46 GMT
The air was beginning to fill and chock with smoke. The building was clearly on fire with a vengeance and Quinn could have curse the nitwit that started it off. Even so, Quinn was forced once again to turn back into the building by the imbecilic man who was determined to steal this … reward from her. Quinn released McNiven’s arm as he was pulled from her and brushed her hand under her nose, irritated about the pickle she found herself in. Quinn brushed a stray hair out of her face, buying her time. She cleared her throat thoughtfully and looked at McNiven who had remained silent throughout. Setting such thought aside as to what terribly satisfying tortures she could put him through for everything he stole from her, Quinn turned to Thyme with a nonchalant stony glare.
“Mr. Thyme,” she said slowly, as though explaining the complexities of the meaning of existence to a four year old, “your judgment is clearly clouded by all this smoke. This is not a discussion. I am telling you that you are too inept to successfully transfer such a person to anywhere that isn’t a pub. I, on the other hand, have much experience with this sort of thing as this is actually part of my job description. I am the one employed to capture and deal with such cretins as the perpetrators of this ill-conceived attempt at whatever Gobien and McNiven had planned. Those are all gone by now, all but McNiven and he is mine.”
Quinn fixed McNiven with such a glare that had he been a sensible and discerning man it would have brought him to tears. Slowly turning back to Thyme, who was much taller then she was, she matched his stance in ferocity and scorn. “Now,” she demanded, “you’ve over stepped the line and I’m willing to over look such a faux pas from you, Thyme, but you are to step out of my way, release my prisoner, and tend to your soon to be obliterated men. I’m sure no one will be happy to hear you let your men burn all because you were too proud to step down, especially not your men.”
Quinn took hold of McNiven’s arm again, eyes still fixed on Thyme, daring him to challenge her. This was all she needed at this moment in time: an analy retentive shark with an ego the size of the Isle of Man. Her day had started out terribly and things certainly weren’t looking up. The very floor she was standing on was going to be ripped out from under her at any moment and she was being forestalled by a conceited moronic weed who insisted on stealing her thunder. “Step aside, Mr. Thyme.”
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Post by Herbert Thyme on Jan 6, 2008 16:05:15 GMT
Locksley was starting to become a problem, not only was she refusing to hand over McNiven but also was now accusing him of not doing his job and leaving his men to die. He was not even meant to be here today it was the anniversary of his second wife’s death and as always he had that particular day off. With this in mind it meant Locksley’s little threat that he would be blamed for all this failed to stir any emotion inside of him, instead his grip only tightened on McNivens arm pulling him close to him once again. “Miss Locksley you have over looked the importance of the matter. McNiven’s arrest has been past to my department. We are looking for the murder of Mr Moen and we are the ones who are to bring him to justice. By refusing to hand him over you are defying your superiors.”
Thyme returned Lockleys heated gaze, trying to keep his composure and avoid himself from chocking on the thick layers of smoke that was filling the room around them. The smoke was actually more a problem then Thyme had realised as out of the darkness came a figure and a spell that hit him square in the chest. He lost all grip on McNiven’s arm and was sent flying backwards by the force of the spell, straight into on of the weak walls of the burning house and into the outside world. His body fell limply on the floor as he lost consciousness.
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Post by Simon Ellison on Jan 6, 2008 16:22:02 GMT
Simon ran down the high street of Hogsmeade, his torn coat flowing behind him, his un combed hair bobbing around covering his eyes so he could not see and his mud covered boots sent bits of gravel flying all over the place when he skidded to a halt outside the burning house. A crowd had already gathered, many where trying to put out the fire while others were in deep discussion about who and what was happening inside the house. The one thing Simon did know was that Gobien was in there still. Jake had become almost a farther figure to Simon and he could not stand by idly as the house burnt down. Pushing his way through the crowds Simon noticed there was a row of Ministry officials stopping the public from entering. Stunning one would make things worse, he would have to play this one by ear.
“You got to let me past. Me Dad, he was working in there.” “There is no one in the house son. Your Dad must be back at HQ, why do you not go back to school.”
However this fact was suddenly proved wrong when the side of the building when a body came flying through the wall and fell to the floor. The guards panicked, crowds screamed and Simon took this as his chance diving in under the rope and into the house. Straight away his eyes began to water and he choked with the smoke, time was running out and he needed to get to the first floor quickly. The ceiling was falling in with hot embers falling all over the place burning as it landed on his exposed skin. Jumping up the stairs three at a time he was on the unstable first floor and spying Gobien before he knew it.
However there were two more people present standing next to the hole in the wall where the man had blasted out of. The one Gobien was fighting was the female and she had someone hostage. Without even thinking twice Simon ran straight towards the female knocking her to the ground along with himself. Struggling to see through the smoke Simon quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed over to Gobien’s side.
“Need a hand Jake?”
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Post by Quinn Locksley on Jan 7, 2008 1:48:52 GMT
"Your department?" Quinn snarled, as though the words were sickening revolting in her mouth. And there was more to what she had to say, she was certain because there always was, but she wasn't given the chance to say it. Quinn was generally prepared for anything but what came next startled her like nothing had for a long time. A sudden beam of red light flashed past her arm and hit Thyme with such force that he was flung through the wall ahead of her.
The lack of a hand on McNiven's arm startled her but soon regaining her composure and planted her hand on his arm, squeezing tightly. "We're all alone now, McNiven," Quinn whispered. Her hair was ashamed, threads hanging out everywhere but it was the mixture of dirt on her face and her stunning blue eyes that made her look a little more unpredictable and violent then usual.
She was fighting the near overwhelming urge to simply kill the man where he stood. There was no one else around and it would be her word. No one would be the wiser. But Quinn wasn't thinking straight. Though she wasn't coughing, the smoke was still burning every crevice it could get to, her ears, her nose, her mouth. Her eyes felt ablaze and her throat felt like it was going to leap out of her throat and strangle her. But it what Quinn's thoughts that were clouded. She wasn't thinking of where the spell had come from that gave her prize. She wasn't thinking what she would do after she had done the dirty deed, how she would escape the fiery prison.
Quinn didn't say anymore to McNiven as she had sensed another presence and had slowly begun to turn. As she did her eyes fell on Gobien. She snarled, her blue eyes shining through the cloudy grey. Slowly the full extent of the situation dawned on her. She frowned intensely and started to raise her wand. "You?" she snarled in a whisper of disbelieve and rage. Whether she had more to say or not, it didn't matter, for she wasn't given the chance to say any more. She was tackled to the ground by another player and knocked to the floor. The tackle was so hard that she bounce a few times and on the last she hit her head so hard her vision began to dance. She could do nothing by lie on the floor, gasping for air.
A voice carried to her on the foul air as she writhed on the floor for breath. Quinn was still in battle mode. Quinn had to get to her feet. She clung to the wall, her wand no longer in her hand, and clambered to her feet, clutching to the wall for support. The back of her head felt hot and as she reached back her dirty fingertips connected with hot liquid. She looked down at her fingers and through the thickening smoke she could see a dark liquid covered them. "You've put me in a bit of a situation here, Gobien," she whispered with a wheeze, trying not to cough but only making it worse. She coughed so hard her knees began to buckle. "But then again you did always need help to get the better of me."
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Post by Jake Gobien on Jan 29, 2008 23:07:29 GMT
Unable to see clearly as the gathering smoke increased in volume Gobien fired off his spell nonetheless, confident luck if not skill would guide his shot true. It did. The stout Thyme crumpled where he'd stood, as Gobien levelled his gun towards Locksley fate was with her as embers from the growing fire fell from the ceiling above, a beam that was near burnt through cracking as bits of the weak ceiling, simple plaster clattered to the ground all about Jake as he dived for cover.
Stumbling up he cursed, he'd missed his chance, until she suddenly caught sight of him as he stumpled out of the debris, coughing and spluttering but gun still levelled directly at her. "Give it up Locksley, you're half-dead," it was true she'd been subjected to the flames and smoke longest so must have been suffering, though he had to admire her spirit and strength, still holding the dazed McNiven aloft. Somehow she still even looked dangerous in her bedraggeled state. Eyes narrowing Gobien lined up his shot once again, but again fate intervened, or rather Simon did, smashing the blasted woman upon the ground and knocking the breath clean out of her seemingly. Gobien's eyes widened, his expression one of amazement and amusement as he grinned at Simon, "somehow I always end up needing a hand, but next time let me take her down, I can't shoot a defenceless woman," though he guessed she was nowhere near defenceless yet; always a threat.
"Get McNiven out of here," ordered Gobien curtly giving a brief nod to Simon, wanting to keep the element of surprise he suddenly darted at Locksley, going low and diving his shoulder into her midriff and smashing her into the wall, not quite according to plan the flimsy, flame licked, wall crumbled, the pair crashing right on through as the entire infrastructure of the building began to inexorably fall apart. Grunting Gobien rolled off the woman, spying Ministry officials as they darted inside to fight the fire and rescue their companions. Stumbling to his feet, Gobien fired a number of stunning spells to keep them pinned, now he just had to follow Simon out the back, only that way could they escape.
Something stopped his retreat, it felt like he was rooted to the spot, looking down he really didn't want to see what he expected to be there; Locksley's icy grip even holding him fast now.
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