| From: | "Erin B. Parks" <CARTEJB0@******.JUNIATA.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Roxey & Nex, on the run! News at 11....pt. deux! |
| Date: | Sun, 19 Sep 1993 21:15:17 -0400 |
>>>>>[ Another hall in the hospital...sounds of quiet conversation, and
sobs, can be heard in the background....
FRANCIS: This is Colleen Francis, again, reporting for CTAC News. I am
.currently. on the 11th floor of Travis Memorial Hospital, where a
fight had broken out, just 15 minutes earlier, between two .still.
unidentified men.
Moments ago, the drama increased, as .one. of the men grabbed a
young patient, intent on using her as either a hostage...or, a
.shield.
(camera closes on the end of the corridor, where an Asian Elf, holding an
Orkan girl about the neck, in a decidedly threatening manner, is facing off
with a rather .large. Caucasian Elf. They're talking, the Asian in a quick
voice...appearently a little nervous...the larger Elf, in low, even, slightly
.menacing. tones...and a heavy lilt. The cameraman doesn't seem to be
straining, to catch the exchange...)
FRANCIS: The two seem to be .discussing. the hostage situation...but, as they
seem to be conversing in Sperethiel, it is .unclear. as to just .what.
is being said. Obviously, though, the terrorist is threatening harm,
towards the young woman he is holding.
(almost faster than the [unaided] eye can follow, the larger Elf flicks out his
hand. The Asian grimaces, as a dikoted shuriken buries itself deep in the back
of his hand, but, he doesn't scream. Instead, he pulls the shuriken from his
hand, and "returns" it to its owner, pushing the girl into him, in the process)
FRANCIS: OH, MY LORD! The protagonist has just made an .attack. on the terrorist
His ploy seems to have .worked., though, as he has .released. his
hostage! He .now. seems to be headed for the stairs, again! And, again, he
is being pursued! KEEP ON THEM, JON! KEEP .ON. THEM!
(the larger Elf darts up the stairs, behind the fleeing Asian. The picture is
scewed, as FRANCIS, and the cameraman follow...there's the sound of footsteps,
and their labored breathing, as they try to keep up...)
FRANCIS: *PUFF...PUFF* We're attempting to keep *puff* visual contact *puff*
with them, folks! *PUFF, PUFF* Looks like they're *pant* .continuing.
to *puff* ASSAULT one *GASP* another, even as they're *PUFF* making
their way *gasp* to the 12th floor! The *puff, pant* terrorist is
attempting to *pant, gasp* strike his pursuer, as they near the *puff*
door*pant*way...the OH FRAG!
(the camera arcs, at a crazy angle, as the cameraman, and FRANCIS back-pedal
quickly down a half dozen stairs...the Asian strikes the other Elf a stunning
blow, across the side of the head, and pushes him away, as he staggers...the
larger Elf loses his footing, and tumbles down half a flight, to land a few
steps above FRANCIS...dazed, he lies still a moment, then shakes himself out
of his stupor, and clambers back up the stairs...reaching out, he grasps the
Asian's ankle, just as he starts thru the door, tripping him...the Asian kicks
out, striking him in the chin, and frantically twists himself out of the
other'sgrip...they disappear, thru the door...reporter still follows...)
FRANCIS: <mutters to no one in particular> These guys are unBELEIVable! *gasp*
Frag! I better be gettin' HAZARD PAY, fer THIS! *pant, pant*
(as FRANCIS & cameraman enter corridor, Elves dodge thru another door...they
follow...door opens onto ROOF of hospital, where the two are STILL fighting...
as they have been making their few exchanges .entirely. in Sperethiel, and its
been obscurred by labored breathing [of BOTH combatants AND reporters], nothing
can be understood...the Elves are fighting VISCIOUSLY...and, seemingly, to the
DEATH...but, its becoming appearant that they're growing fatigued...the reporterand
cameraman keep a WIDE berth between the Elves, and themselves...this makes
it difficult for them to keep the two men in sight...)
FRANCIS: OH...*pant, pant, pant, GASP* UUUUHHHHHHhhh.....we seem to have come
out, onto the *puff* ROOF *pant*, of the hospital...where the two,
unidentified *gasp* Elven men are CONTINUING to engage in a DEADLY
battle of *puff* wills! Neither, at this point, huh...eh...seem to be
.gaining. any ground....and, they seem .determined. to keep this up,
ALL AFTERNOON, if need be!
(camera rolls for some minutes, with very little commentary from FRANCIS...as
they follow the men around the roof [at a .safe. distance], it is becoming
more and more obvious that their frenzied pace is taking its toll on the two
Elves...both have multiple contusions & abrassions, and a number of cuts and
slashes, from inplant weaponry...BOTH are beginning to stumble, more and more
frequently...)
FRANCIS: It .appears. that this battle just .might. be drawing to a close, in
very short order! BOTH men seem to be teetering on the edge of near-
EXHAUSTION! Oh,....
(as she says this, the two are faced off, staring across a space of less than
a meter and a half, at one another...BOTH appear about ready to DROP...then,
the larger Elf takes a staggering half-step forward...and launches himself,
shoulder down, at the Asian....toppling them BOTH over the edge of the roof...)
FRANCIS: OH MY _GOD_! I....I DON'T _BELIEVE_ THIS! THE CAUCASIAN MAN JUST
THREW HIMSELF AT THE ASIAN....AND, THEY __BOTH__ FELL OFF THE LEDGE!!
OH, MY....JON! GET _IN_ THERE!! _GET_ THIS!!!! HOLY.....! LORD!
(cameraman starts forward, to take in the street below...a hand can be seen,
coming up over the ledge...clutching at it...cameraman staggers back, in
surprise...the red-haired Elf pulls himself upright, and clambers, wearily,
over the ledge...its obvious he's exhausted...he seems a bit "numb")
FRANCIS: OH, DREK! Folks, it looks as though ONE of the men DID survive! I
don't know HOW...appearently, he was able to catch the ledge, as they
tumbled over the side! I will be providing you with a chance to hear
the story, straight from HIM, in just a moment!
(FRANCIS & cameraman approach survivor, as he leans heavily against the ledge,
looking down, into the street below...his expression is grim, with just a trace
of anger...as the camera draws closer, he can be heard to speak...)
ELF: Ove' thau morkhan daronit, im veresp con ilu'vah nage': Khilteheron din od
thaliol faro'th...gan dae', herontish im medaron ti se'versakhan!
(he spats derisively down on the body, 12 stories below, and draws himself up,
starting to turn...FRANCIS approaches him, looking for an interview...)
FRANCIS: EXCUSE ME! SIR? Sir? Could you please tell our viewers...WHAT was the
motivating factor, behind this incident? SIR?! Could you please shed
some light on the identity of the victim? Er, terrorist? SIR? PLEASE
(the Elf pushes past her, without so much as a .glance., let alone a comment...
he heads quickly thru the door, down the stairs, an dis lost from sight...the
reporter seems irritated, but recovers quickly, turning back into the camera...)
FRANCIS: It seems that the survivor of this afternoons violent clash has .no
comment., at this time. The victim of the terrible fall, however, is
believed to have connections with the Tir...and, the possibility that
today's incident could be tied into the attack on the Tiran property, in
Bellvue, last evening, has .not. been ruled out. Most assuredly, an
investigation into these matters .will. be pending...and, CTAC News will be
there, keeping you, the public, informed! .For. CTAC News, this has
been Colleen Francis, sighning off....
*****END VIDEO FEED*****
It appears as though Nex & Roxey have disappeared...again! I don't look for themto be
checking in, any time .soon., folks! REALLY! I HOPE to HELL, that this allgets
settled...and SOON! Especially with the Tir delegates getting so antsy, as
of late! Looks to me like that boy's just had himself a nice little run-in with
a Tir Paladin....but, don't QUOTE me on that, alright? ]<<<<<
=Mozart= <21:05:27/09-19-54>
>>>>>[ OH...and, for any of you folks out there, wondering about that nice
lil'
bit of Sperethiel our oh-so-poetically-inclined chummer tacked on to the end...
roughly translated, it reads:
This abhorrent fornicator of swine has died, to serve as a warning to ALL who
would willfully cross me: I am the silent and dauntless hunter...the dreaded
shadow, one who exists to be the death of mine enemies!
A little on the melodramatic side, maybe, but...HELL, THAT oughtta' stir those
Tir fat-cats up into a REAL, NICE frenzy! Nexey-boy, I _HOPE_ you .know. what
you're doing! *sigh* ]<<<<<
=Mozart= <21:11:19/09-19-54>
>>>>>[ Dearrr Gawd! WHAT hasss that adorrrable IDIOT gotten himssself
into,
NOW!?! *rrowrr* ]<<<<<
Lady Siam <I've got 9 livesss/ I land on my feet>
