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Post by Phoebe Ravensdale on Apr 5, 2020 2:37:23 GMT
Phoebe made sure she was dressed neatly. Wearing a sweater that was comfortable and covered the back of her jeans. That was one thing she was making sure she was armed and her brothers had been calling her everyday reminding her not to walk around with out something. After all she was in the big City now. Her work was a couple of blocks from her apartment. She loved the ability to walk to work. She liked being outside and the freedom she felt. She gathered her purse and laptop case she put the case strap cross body and her purse on her right side.
She arrived at work to pick up her assignments flipping through them for a moment she signed in. She was a researcher and didn't have a desk so much as a station. She didn't want to sit inside today so she headed to the park. She figured she could go get lunch when she got hungry and charge her battery as needed that way. Finding a nice spot with a table she took a seat and set herself up. Making sure her bags were close at hand if needed. Then started working on the subject of the Revolution. There were theories that it wasn't as described in some of the history books. She had a notebook next to the laptop as she was running down evidence that was presented. To see what she could find and questions that she might want to hunt down. She was observing those around her carefully as well.
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Post by Nobody on Apr 5, 2020 19:51:30 GMT
Dimitri was born in Sarajevo and with his closest family escaped to America where they made a decent home for themselves. It had taken his entire high school education college and post graduate studies but he’d managed to put most of his past behind him. The job here as security was funding not only his life but the hope for better he was attending night schoool to obtain his juris doctorate. He’d developed a knack as it were for litigation and hoped to work his way into perhaps a judgeship. All the same despite many sleepless nights he was happy.
The package arrived as most packages did a nondescript bike person of average height and weight. The addressee one of the offices on the fourteenth. He paid it no immediate mind. Brown box amongst a heap of brown boxes. Save it smelled of almonds. Strongly of almonds. So much so he against his usual decorum gave it a polite shake. Nothing rattled but it did begin to tick. Why would it tick. Packages never ticked save in those movies. The trashy sort where the sweaty action person ran in screaming to not open the package. The ones where they calmly walked away and dived away from exploding buildings, cars , boats , buses and trains.
He broke out in a sweat as his brain played a highlight reel of explosions over and over. So much so he almost forgot protocol. He called 911. His superior and building management. Not quite in that order but close enough. He then pulled the fire alarm to have everyone get out of the building. He didn’t want to jostle the package or put someone else in the immediate potential blast radius. So he had the other lobby guard begin shooing everyone out the side and back doors. It’d mean they’d have to walk around through the alley and parking garage but in his humble impression a little walk was much better than potentially having a face full of explosion.
Once his supervisor rushed into the building along with a team of police fire and some unknown alphabet soup agency he asked to be relieved as he was so very close to soiling his pants. And he could not stop sweating. His request was denied though they did station some officers between him and the package as they asked him all sorts of questions he couldn’t quite answer.
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Post by Phoebe Ravensdale on Apr 8, 2020 3:40:04 GMT
Phoebe heard the fire alarms that was odd she didn't smell fire. She gathered her things quickly and efficiently. She moved through the building her senses on high alert. She had her bag over her shoulder and a gun in her hand hidden behind her computer case. "Well, daddy said that New York was exciting but I don't think this is what he meant." She muttered this under her breath. She followed a crowd of people at the back toward the fire stairs. She didn't want to feel trapped in an Elevator anyway. Not smart though she knew someone would go for it. She was feeling a tingling at her senses and she was trying to figure it out. She made a mental note to call her Rex when she was out.
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Post by Nobody on Apr 8, 2020 14:34:11 GMT
Despite being a quiet block and unassuming much like the rest of the New York, 235 E 45th was a mill grinder of people pressed so tightly as to require a mental preparedness. It was why most folks guarded the few inches of personal space ferociously. The stairwell was filled with the daily jostling most New Yorkers took for granted. It was a comradely understanding that was the daily.
It however allowed her to get close enough to place the clearly understood muzzle of her gun against Phoebe’s spine and whisper. “I know you’re armed please don’t make me have to defend myself.” It was the only warning that she would if needed make an example of the people around them. She had a job to do and one she would not fail in. “Walk slower and smile like we’re talking about something interesting. We’ll leave the stairwell on two.” Raising her voice throwing her arm around the womans shoulder placing herself right against her she said, “Phoebe can you believe this your first day and we have a fire-drill. This is so crazy isn’t it. I guess its just your luck huh?”
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Post by Phoebe Ravensdale on Apr 12, 2020 0:05:23 GMT
Phoebe knew something was wrong when she saw a woman cutting through the crowd toward her. She just didn't think how wrong. She wasn't known to play nice when threatened. Nor was she stupid. She slipped the gun into her bag. She had seen many people around to try something. She was thinking quickly a plan forming in her mind as the woman spoke. She heard her brothers remind her that plans needed to be fluid. Phoebe let out a slow breath and she raised a brow not really smiling. "Could be your luck and not mine My luck would be betting on the cowboys. I knew I should have stayed home and listened to the training camp games." Her mind was concentrating on what she'd need to do once they got to an open area.
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Post by Nobody on Apr 13, 2020 19:56:18 GMT
Voice knowingly low enough to be heard but loud enough to carry just to Phoebe’s ear. "That would have made things easier. I might’ve even brought you lunch if you had." Slipping her gun away she stepped leadingly towards the door as she and Phoebe were near the rear of the exiting group. It was a gambit offering the young lioness an opportunity to flee down into the group outside or move with her through the door. The choice clear. It was an obvious situation the protection of the crowd or the unknowing of the door.
The choice one of a Hobson variety was actually a Mortons fork a minor subterfuge designed in fact to simply deliver her. In a way that tested her savvy awareness and willingness to measure for measure account for situations that most assuredly arise.
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