Shit hits the fan (HOW TO BREATHE)

Title: Shit hits the fan
Description: THREAD #1 ONE. OPEN TO ALL.

JACQUELINE MOORE - February 20, 2011 09:14 PM (GMT)

[doHTML]Ashwick shopping center, around 4 in the afternoon, set the scene. It’s a Sunday, meaning it was the last day of relaxation and rest for most people. Children were having their last few hours of fun before they headed back to school, adults were doing last minute shopping and spending time with family before heading back to the busy work day of tomorrow. She may have been a small time criminal about the same time last year, but this time she wouldn’t settle for nothing less. This was the best place to strike; a small town yet it was trendy enough to have all these upscale shops—which just happened to be her first stop. Landon’s Jewelry shop—a local dealer that buys diamonds that were guaranteed Swiss diamonds and not African conflict diamond—has always been a popular destination for husbands to be or husbands who pissed their wives off in general.<p>
Jacqueline quickly got off her getaway car, one of those windowless large white vans that the cleaners used, or if you were where she was from, a utility vehicle that can hold a lot of loot or several dead bodies. Dressed all in black with a large travelling bag, Jackie quickly walked past the entrance—small town malls not having enough security or metal detectors worked in her favor. She quickly entered the shop. As beautiful as the description that was said earlier was, there were still not enough people in the shop. It was mainly a showcase room and an old man in the register wearing a tuxedo. She smirked, quickly coming in and giving the man a fake smile. “May I help you, ma’am?” he asked her, she continues on with the phony smile. “Yes, I was just looking around for something that I might want and get my husband to buy for me,” she lied.<p>
He simply smiled at he pretended to care, she too smiled and reached into her bag. “Just taking a picture to text him… hints, right?” she laughed, he too giving a hearty laugh as she pulled out a small gun out of the large bag, using the butt of the handle to smash the half inch-thick glass that had encased the rings. An alarm quickly goes off while the man’s smile turns into a grimace. She quickly palmed around and took as much jewelry as she can before the man lunged at her. He was surprisingly agile for a man his age and size, something that Jackie didn’t quite expect. He quickly tackled her down, her bag falling to the side out of reach. The man quickly dove in at her, at which point she rolls out of the way and reached for her side, pulling out another concealed handgun, emptying half of the rounds onto the man’s chest.<p>
Adrenaline quickly takes over as she reaches for her bag, pulling out a heavy duty machine gun that fired continuous rounds, using it’s body to smash to rest of the display cases open. In under forty seconds, she had gone through half, or the most valuable, of the store. Quickly pulling out her phone, she dialed his number. “Theo, get in here. Shit just hit the fan.”

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KIYOSHI PARK - February 20, 2011 10:46 PM (GMT)

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The Ashwick shopping center was the destination today. Jade was getting restless after being stuck inside the house for three days with a cold. Today the 3 1/2 year old was feeling much better and in feeling better she wanted to go outside. Jade was a bit of a tomboy she wasn't one to put her dolls around the table and have a tea party, she would much rather play tag with the neighbors and getting dirty. Maybe the fact that she lived full time with her father had some influence, although her favorite colors were pink and red.

Kiyoshi decided that since he had to hit the Shopping Center anyway he'd take his daughter with him. Kiyoshi was wearing a pair of Tripp pants with green seams, along with his Dr. Who TARDIS T shirt covered by his Night Before Christmas Jack Sweatshirt. On his feet he wore his favorite black converse sneakers with the blue laces which were starting to get pretty worn from all the use, one reason he had to go to the shopping center was to get some new sneakers. Jade had dressed herself for the most part and Kiyoshi guessed that his twin's fashion advice stuck in the little girl's head. Jade was wearing blue pants with pockets, her pink Mario "Power Up" T Shirt, covered by a dark pink Gap sweatshirt with ears on the hood, as well as her slip on white (or in Jade's case not so white) sneakers with rainbow straps.

Kiyoshi parked the car in the lot near the shoe store. As he went over to the back seat to get Jade out of her carseat. Jade was a small girl being a preemie when she was born. But her personality made up for her size. The dark haired blue eyed girl jumped out of the car after being released from the carseat and went to the end to look around while Kiyoshi locked up.

"Jade be careful I don't want you to get hit." Kiyoshi called to her.
"I'm OK daddy!" Jade replied.

Kiyoshi finished locking up as he threw glances over at his energetic daughter. He then went over to where she had been standing.

"Wanna ride?" he asked her.

Jade quickly jumped at the chance as Yoshi lifted her up and placed her on his shoulders. Jade wasn't afraid of heights like Yoshi had been at that age, she always loved piggy back rides and sitting on his shoulders.

"Hold on Jadie-chan"

Jade giggled as she held on to her father's head, Yoshi held her tiny ankles as they made their way into Payless Shoes, they had one door outside of the main Shopping Center Area and another on the inside. The door slid open as he put Jade down on the ground and headed toward the mens shoes Yoshi sat down on the bench as Jade scanned the shelves. Yoshi pointed out the area where his size was so she could examine them. It made his independent little girl feel important helping him out so he let her.

"How 'bout deese ones?" Jade said struggling to pull a box off the shelf.

Kiyoshi went over to the box to look at the sneakers and pulled them off he then sat back down to try them on. That was when the two of them heard something coming from one of the stores. It alerted both of them.

"Daddy what was dat?"

THEODORE STANSELL - February 21, 2011 02:07 AM (GMT)

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So far, Boone’s time in Ashwick had been relatively quiet. Actually, it had been too quiet and that had proven to be a rather large problem. Without the constant sound of shouting, gunfire, and emergency vehicle sirens, he was finding it all but impossible to sleep. Boone was wholly unused to silence, had grown accustomed to sleeping through the symphony of the ghetto orchestra back in Brownsville and found the silence rather unsettling. To him, it felt like the entire town was holding its breath, just waiting to exhale, like there was some kind of secret in the undercurrent. If he were to be honest, the paranoia polluting his bloodstream did a rather good job of making him uneasy under any circumstances, though.<br><br>
For some time, he had merely been laying low, waiting for the ax to fall, waiting for the loud knock on the door that signaled the end of his freedom. So far, the only person that had coming knocking was Autumn. To say the least, this was thoroughly irritating because was in the (annoying) habit of trying to pry far too much information out of him. It had been much too long since they’d been together for him to feel compelled to share any information with her. As far as he was concerned, their friendship, if you could even consider it such, was tenuous at best.<Br><Br>
This morning found him in the driver seat of a get-away car and as Jackie disappeared from view, he bowed his head and cursed. All he needed was some bullshit robbery charge that would get him sent back to Brownsville, where he’d be met with a first degree murder charge. Maybe two. There was no way he was going to let Cheeky go down for that. He figured first degree murder carried a life sentence and he’d gladly take two if it meant Cheeky would walk free. It had been Boone’s revenge, after all.<Br><Br>
Boone had come to Ashwick with the intention of straying from this lifestyle, the lifestyle he had so narrowly escaped back in Brownsville. It seemed stupid that he should fall right back into it. But Jackie had been his friend for as long as he cared to remember, running in the same circle as he had back in Brownsville. It had never occurred to him to ask exactly what had brought her here, he had just been glad to find another familiar face in such an unsettling atmosphere. So, when she had come to him with her plan, he’d agreed to help her out, regardless of the fact that everything inside of him screamed to turn her down. He knew, in his heart of hearts, that if roles had been reversed, she wouldn’t have hesitated to help him out.
Boone figured he’d have to flee Ashwick, too, as soon as their plans were executed. To be honest, that thought didn’t upset Boone in the slightest. In fact, he would be glad to put this good for nothing town in his rearview. All he’d found here so far was an ex-girlfriend and a brother with what seemed like very little interest in admitting that they were even related. <br><br>
When the phone in his pocket vibrated earnestly, Boone thought very little of it, thought it might be Autumn or someone else with very little relevance to his life at that moment. Alas, his heart leapt in the hollow of his chest as Jackie’s number registered in his mind. He flipped the phone open and listened on bated breath as she hurriedly spoke. Fuck. Without a word, he slammed the phone shut and leapt out of the van.<br><br>
With his nerves humming with the adrenaline spiraling through his bloodstream, he strolled as casually as he could toward the entrance to the jewelry shop. He had heard the gunshots, hadn’t thought anything of them, took them as a car backfiring somewhere. Or maybe several. Actually, he had hardly been paying attention. Apparently his immunity to the sound of gunfire hadn’t completely dissolved in the time he had spent in Ashwick thus far. He pulled the door open and disappeared inside, rolling to a stop as his eyes landed heavily on the body laying still in a pool of blood.<br><br>
“<b>The fuck?</b>” his voice died off at the tail end of his inquiry and he ran a hand down his face with a grimace, “<B>the fuck you do that for?</b>” he demanded, rushing to aid her in shoveling the rest of the diamonds into the bag. “<b>Fuck, Jackie, I can’t go down for this shit,</b>” he muttered, shaking his head as he grabbed handfuls of gems and tossed them in the bag. Jackie was one of the few people in the world that knew of Boone’s involvement in the murder in Brownsville, so he trusted that she would know exactly why it would be the death of him to be charged with this crime. But he made no move to run, made no move to abandon her there.

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Dear god, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes it’s so hard to believe in
Good god I know you have your reasons

Dear god I see you move the mountains
Dear god I see you moving trees
Sometimes it’s nothing to believe in
Sometimes it’s everything I see

Well I’ve been thinking about,
And I’ve been breaking it down without an answer
I know I’m thinking aloud but if your loves
Still around why do we suffer?
Why do we suffer?

Dear god, I wish that I could touch you
How strange sometimes I feel I almost do
And then I'm back behind the glass again
Oh god what keeps you out it keeps me in

Well I’ve been thinking about,
And I’ve been breaking down without an answer
I know I’m thinking aloud but if your loves
Still around why do we suffer?
Why do we suffer?

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there was no particular reason for daisy to be in the dolce and gabanna store, perusing the designer goods; in fact, she has no business being there at all. not only did the girl not have nearly enough money to purchase anything in the store (in fact, her wallet currently contained three dollars and fifty-two cents, a band-aid and a pinkberry card that only needed three more punches before she could get a free waffle cone), but she had promised deane that today would be the day that she would go out and find a job. she had started out with good intentions. she had even written out a resume before walking to the mall- which was probably more than anyone expected her to do. on her way to the ashwick valley shopping mall, she had sternly told herself that she was going to fill out an application at every store with a 'hiring' sign. except, of course, that at this point she had been walking around for over three hours and she had yet to pick up even one application. instead, she had spent the last few hours wasting time- wandering in and out of stores, wishing she had enough money to buy lunch and trying on clothing in various dressings rooms. now she was browsing the jewelry shop, leaning on a glass display case (in spite of the fact that two different people had asked her not to) and staring wide-eyed at the merchandise. she was well aware that the designer sunglasses she was staring at was, in all likelihood, one of the most expensive thing she had ever seen face to face, which lead her to imagining what sort of person would purchase such a thing- and if the salesman, who was still giving her dirty looks, would be stupid enough to let her try them on.
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her thoughts, ridiculous as they may be, were interrupted by the sound of gunfire. since leaving home, she hadn't been around a lot of guns, namely because people apparently didn't go hunting in ashwick valley. she was surprised by the noise, and for a moment she did not register what was happening. it was not until she looked around and noticed that everyone else in the store - the employees, the snooty looking blonde girl with the coach handbag, the soccer mom with the look of quiet desperation - was laying face down on the floor, as if they were ducking for cover. daisy stared at them for a moment, feeling thoroughly unmotivated to do the same. instead of thinking that she should leave, or remembering where the nearest exit was, or trying to hide, she was thinking about whether or not now was an appropriate time to start looting. if the entire mall was going to break out into chaos - and she suspected it would, if gunshots were indeed ringing through the air - then she at least wanted to get a new pair of jeans out of the experience. mostly, though, she wanted to know what was going on, which was why she stepped out of the dolce and gabbana store and made her way to landon's jewelry. she did not go inside the shop, but instead stood out by the window where she could vaguely see what was going on. the sight of a dead man laying on the floor, his chest filled with holes, should have frightened her, should have made her want to run, but instead she just stared, unable to move, her stomach suddenly filled with butterflies and her feet cemented to the floor.

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EMERY WATE - February 24, 2011 05:27 AM (GMT)

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Handle bars, and then I let go, let go for anyone Take me in, and throw out my heart and get a new one Next thing we're touching You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning So we burst into colors, colors and carousels, Fall head first like paper planes in playground games-----------------</div>

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Emery rolled over and groaned, squinting through blurry eyes to see her alarm clock flash 8:23. Another frustrated groan escaped her as she realized what that meant, the horrible truth that her lecture on Freud was in approximately an hour. For anyone else that would have been plenty of time to get ready, most would have even slept in for another hour or so before attempting their morning ritual. For Emery Wate though, it might as well have been a death sentence. Coupled with the fact that Emery was an intolerably bad morning person (often likened to Godzilla or a zombie if she dared awaken before ten) was knowing that the assignment she was supposed to be handing in in less than two hours sat unopened and unfinished upon a desk in the corner of her room. Some person who worked the scheduling for classes and lectures had decided to royally screw her over, giving the girl five 9:30am start classes out of a total of seven. On a good day Emery would drag herself out of bed, suck down as much coffee as she could and eventually arrive at the door to her lecture hall looking half dead but at least there. If she was lucky Wolfe would have made breakfast and she would grab a bite on the go. It was something she was grudgingly coming to terms with as part of “college life” and accepting that if it was the only way to get a degree in both Anthropolgy and Philosophy, she might as well stop being a pussy about it and just get up. Nudging a toe out of her duvet to test for temperature, Emery hurriedly drew it back in as she got her answer. Another freezing cold day, with possible rain. Great. Winter was Emery's kryptonite and coupled with an early rise, made her bad day turn hellish. Twenty minutes passed, her lumpy figure staying stubbornly beneath her warm nest of blankets. As the clock flicked over to nine a shrill beeping pierced the silent room, a pale arm zipping out to whack the snooze button. <p>

If she had to admit honestly, she couldn’t tell what was bothering her the most – leaving the warmth of her bed or having to explain to her lecturer why she’d barely even looked at her assignment. In a competitive class like hers, not doing an assignment was almost a death wish. Then again, how could he, or anybody else for that matter, understand her reasons why? They wouldn’t care that she’d managed to have a monumental argument with her best friend on the day it was given out, nor would they care about the subsequent actions that followed said argument. Sleeping with a random guy was not really something shewanted to tell her lecturer. Friendship troubles or relationship troubles, whichever way you put it, it wasn’t the sort of excuse that would provide her with any form of sympathy. Even just thinking about it caused Emery to groan again, brown eyes snapping awake. How was she supposed to sleep in with thousands of thoughts racing through her head? Eyes staring at the ceiling directly above her, Emery again contemplated what she was supposed to do. It was just too much to keep up with school and work and friends and try and find a guy on top of all of it. Like an impossible task. [b ]”What am I going to do…”[/b] she murmured into her pillow. Grabbing her bathrobe and a towel as she ran to the bathroom, Emery gritted her teeth as the cold morning hit her. One of the worse parts of student life was the constant lack of money for luxuries, including constant heating of their small flat. Lucky all the guys were out, busy or still asleep and Emery was glad for the run of the flat – and bathroom. There had been numerous fights over who got the bathroom first or the longest, and with typical Wate family determination, she normally won. She stubbornly kept her thoughts on anything other than stressful things as she showered, relaxing under the warm flow of water. Regardless of her focused attention, she automatically smiled when a solution to all her problems came to mind. Emery was the type of person who, once something entered their mind it was there to stay. The same went for her idea, which grew and flourished until she had planned out her entire day. First step was to have breakfast and get changed, the next was to call Michelle and tell her she’d be skipping the lecture, leaving it up to her to make up some disease to tell the lecturer and copy her notes. Skipping the one lecture wouldn’t be the end of the world; she could catch up whenever she had free time. The third and last step was to grab her purse and make her way to the mall. Retail therapy was her favourite kind, and there was nothing new shoes and a purse wouldn't fix. After that, well she’d just have to wing it. <p>

The first and second steps went without a hitch, Emery throwing on her coat and saying goodbye to a happy to help Michelle as she headed out the door. The next thing on her to do list was hindered as she stopped for coffee, sighing in ecstasy as the smell hit her. Having a café right outside her doorstop was both a gift and a curse, no doubt by the end of the year they’d make her broke and fat. The rain drove Emery to hail a cab, delicately balancing the coffee cup as they sped off and the cab driver tried to hit on her. Finally he let her out by the shopping complex and she hastily flirted her way out of the tab, smiling seductively until he drove away. What was that saying? Oh yeah, if you've got it, work it. The next couple of hours were spent happily as Emery went from shop to shop, trying on everything that took her fancy. If she was going to waste both her time and money, she was going to do it right. In fact she tried her hardest to just let herself go, talk to the shop assistants, flirt with the male cashiers and smile at everyone she met. Trying helped a little and she started feeling better. Her feet were just starting to protest it was time to go home when gunshots rang to her left. Working with a vet, the only time she'd ever heard gunshots was when they were putting down an animal on the ranch and it was the easiest way. Still the sound was unmistakable and she froze instantly. Must've been some mistake or something else, she reasoned given that it was Ashwick and well... it was Ashwick. Then a girl [Daisy] walked past her towards the noise, and the little bubble of uneasiness arose. "The fuck...?" she muttered, making her way over to the girl. Maybe she would know what the noise was. "Hey," she called to the girl, "did you hear that too? I thought it was a gunshot but I don't think..." Emery trailed off as she followed the girls eyeline and saw what she was looking at. Now the uneasiness was rising into full blown panic.

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Tony had gotten off a couple of moments ago. It was a Sunday, and things usually slowed around this time. By things of course I mean crime, since even crime needs to take a day off. As things have been made before, Ashwick was not some huge metropolis that needed hundreds of public law enforcement running around and keeping track of crime. He drove his car around the shopping district, ever so present in off duty policemen’s car police radios are turned on. He knew something was wrong the moment he had heard all the activity going on. What he did know was that there were shots that had rang out in the Ashwick shopping mall, and he knew it was dangerous since the place was packed full of people during a time like this, Sunday evening.<p>
He quickly sped towards the shopping center, knowing that the police district would need all the help that they could get. He had no idea his car could go that fast, but it did, and within minutes he was already parking alone the red zone near the entrance—one of the perks of being a police man. He quickly turned off the engine and locked the door, gun in his hand and shirt pulled slight above the belt to reveal his badge. He quickly ran towards the mall, people seemed to have left already, except with a few who had stayed in corners, hidden behind walls. He drew his gun, pointing it at the open space and making sure that the shooter, or shooters, were not in sight.<p>
“Everything’s clear, everyone get out, now!” he yells, another private mall security officer joining him. “Where did the shots came from?” He demanded from the other man. <i>”Shots came from the northwest side.</i>” Tony dreaded the news; that was halfway across the entire building, and he was sure there still people inside the place. “Alright, you get everyone out of here safely… don’t loom around in the parking lot, I want you to get them out across the lot—don’t let anyone get on their cars if they’re parked in the northwest side.” He commanded the mall security guard, while Tony proceeded cautiously, looking at everyone who seemed to just be deer caught in headlights.<p>
“Out, OUT!” he hissed at them. Of course this was the first time he had been out in a full-blown shooting outside of a war zone. He didn’t like this—he didn’t like it at all. He knew each second the chance of someone getting killed or injured grows bigger.
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ARTEMUS KINGSLEY - February 28, 2011 06:51 AM (GMT)

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if there was one thing artemus hated doing, it was going out of the house to get art supplies from the amll. she hated going to the mall, it was jsut something about the smell of commercialism and people that made her want to kill herself. of course, this poor thing wasn't far off from doing that. since the death of her twin, she had been painting a lot less and spending more and more time alone and away from the friends she actually had, not that it was many friends, but she had some. sucking in a deep breath as she moved through the street, her mind couldn't help but settle on her little sister. artemus was older by ten minutes and she had been the twin who took care of cade, always being there for her and beating up anyone who was horrid to her. artemus was kind of the archetypal older sister to cade and now she was gone. she felt so lost without her. she was beginning to wish she had been the one who had died and cade was still alive, bouncing around and being everyone's little ray of sunshine instead of the bipolar mess that was arty.<br><br>
ashwick valley shopping centre was somewhere she never really wanted to be whether it a friday, sunday, sunny, cold, good day or bad day, she just hated this place in general. it wasn't just because there were memories of her little sister here, but also because this place was just boring and so uninspiring, the only place that was a little new and different was the happy cow and it was shut today because a, it was a sunday and b, dakota had mentioned something about going out of town for a protest or two. she sighed deeply as she looked around and saw the same old boring faces that were around every day in ashwick, the faces that made her want to leave this town and never come back. sure, she had friends, but no one here really understood her, and now she had ghosts here, there didn't seem much point in the kingsley family staying. pulling her hoody around her a little tighter, the little orange haired girl moved into the art shop expertly which was next to a jewellery shop and some other pointless shops she didn't care for.<br><br>
after spending around two hours wondering around the shop and picking out the things she wanted most, she was pretty sure she had everything. she might have just been a simple sixteen year old artist, but this girl was a perfectionist with perhaps a slight obsessive compulsiveness, but let's not go into that now. instead, let's concentrate on the fact that artemus was at the counter, divulging with the clerk over which was better; pastels or crayons. it was a silly debate that seemed to keep artemus' mind of many things. that was when it rung out through the store; a gun shot. it wasn't in the store, it was coming from somewhere a little distant, but not too far away. she carefully walked towards where she thought the noise was coming from, next door in that jewellery shop. she scratched her head slightly as she looked over at the art store clerk, wondering if these walls were thick enough to protect her from a bullet. it was probably a little bit stupid of her to be standing next to the wall, but hey, she was an idiot.</div><br>
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