Ashe Winter
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Post by Ashe Winter on Mar 19, 2007 10:11:28 GMT -5
Ashe had been finally caught up with by the State Military police and was now inside of a cell in headquarters in handcuffs waiting for their decision on what to do with her. They had taken her weapon, her gloves, everything she could use to get out...Well there was one thing left but she didn't want to use it, not if she didn't want to see that place again.
She sat on the cold floor, her back against the wall, her heard buried in her arms as if she were trying to pretend this wasn't happening to her. Being convicted for murder had some of the worst consequences...
'What am I going to do?'
Ashe staggered to her feet in the half light and decided that she was going to get out of here but how was the question that needed an answer. After thinking she decided that the next person who came in was going to suffer quite a blow to the head so she could make a run for it, a dangerous plan but she didn't have time to think of anything else as heard the rattle of keys and the click of the lock. It all happened so fast, the man bringing her food was on the floor completly unconcious, it was do or die maybe in a literal sense. She made a run for it down the corridor, alarms starting going off and people were leaping into action.
I've got to get out!'
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Roy Mustang
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Post by Roy Mustang on Mar 20, 2007 22:00:12 GMT -5
This time he had let himself get caught. He had done it so that he would be able to go through the files. He needed to know more about why they were after him. Even though he already had the whole story, there was an official spin behind the whole thing. Apparently he had been taken in as some second-rate criminal accused of petty crimes such a small scale theft and battery. These accusations were enough for Train to know that they had been flipping his story in the archieves for the state. They couldn't very well drag him in here on countless murder charges because they had no proof, he never left a trace behind, not in any situation.
The cuffs had supposedly been locked in place, but even with the tight constricting metal biting at his wrists, Train still found that he had free mobility. As long as he could move his legs he was fine. Besides the paperclip that had been in his pocket was now doing the job of cracking the lock on the cuffs. The situation that he was in wasn't one of great danger yet, they hadn't found his gun although it was in the most obvious spot. Since he had gone willingly they had neglected to search him -- the idiots. Concealed beneath the length of a long black coat in a holster at the side of his leg, Train wasn't about to give them any obvious tips as to the location of it. As far as he was concerned he just wanted to break into the file room and get out of here. Seated on a bench near the counter where files were being pulled, assessed and placed back in their original spots, Train begun to stake out the area around him. The files had come from a locked door somewhere up the hallway. He kept his eyes on the door as the military police hovered over him, telling him his rights, and warning him to listen.
Do they ever shut up? I can't believe that I have been sitting here for ten straight minutes listening to this crap.[/color]
As soon as it seemed like things couldn't get any duller the alarm sounded loud and clear. The cops were startled and some ran off in opposite directions, the room was turned to chaos instantly. Train took his chance and made a break for it, running down the hall and knocking over anyone that tried to stand in his way. The lock sprung on one side of the cuffs and he swipped the file folder labeled with his name on it off the counter and ran for the exit, where ever that was. Running down the hallway he rounded a random corner quickly hoping to find some sort of exit. Although he had been in a lot of military bases, this one didn't seem distinctive. It was like the rest one big maze that wouldn't be broken.
After he had turned the corner, Train ran into Ashe because he hadn't exactly been watching where he was going. Pulling his gun quickly from the holster he pointed it randomly. "Put your gun down." He shouted before he realized that the girl he had bumped into was neither armed nor even a military police officer. Clutching the file folder tightly, Train was confident that he could make it out of this situation.
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Ashe Winter
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Post by Ashe Winter on Mar 21, 2007 12:40:37 GMT -5
After the collision Ashe ended up on the cold, hard floor. She was slightly stunned for a few seconds as she saw the person who had crashed into her was pointing a gun at her although she had no weapons and was still handcuffed. She stared up at him briefly before staggering to her feet as she heard the shouts from behind her getting closer, her body went into panic mode. Adrenaline pumping through every muscle, it was fight or flight.
She still roughly past Train, the way he was headed was straight into trouble. There had to be an exit somewhere! Inside her adrenaline fuddled brain Ashe silently cursed whoever made this place like a maze. Ashe knew she could transmute a hole in the wall or something but she didn't want to see that place again...not again, she couldn't face that. She took a corner and nearly skidded straight into another lot of military police before slipped out of their reach and down another corridor. This was like a nightmare, the kind of nightmare where you run but don't get anywhere. No way out no matter what.
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Roy Mustang
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Post by Roy Mustang on Mar 24, 2007 12:40:30 GMT -5
Immediately Train realized his mistake. She was cuffed, she wasn't a police officer she was the runaway.
Crap, wrong person.
"Hey wait!" Train shouted, he knew where the exit was it was clear that they would have to travel to the upper levels to get out. "You're going the wrong way." With this he bolted after her with several military police officers trying to catch up to him. He had very fast reflexes and could average a good speed when running, but the problem was finding her again. Gripping his gun, the handcuffs swung around his left wrist as he had only unlocked one side and not the other. He would deal with it later right now, he just needed out. It had never been like him to want to help other people, but lately ever since he had started to run away it was quickly becoming second nature. Train ran directly through the same cluster of police officers as the girl that he had been chasing had. His gun was drawn and pointed and he emptied a few bullets into the ceiling to divert their attention.
The hallways were still in mass chaos as alarms blared through the hallways willing everyone near the source of the noise to go deaf. Finally after a few minutes of carefully paced sprints, Train was behind her. He could see her and almost touch her shoulder. "Wait up you're going the wrong way!" Train insisted once again. She had been running past the office doors and the adjoining halls and corridors, there were so many possible escape routes he was beginning to realize that she didn't know where she was going. Leaning forward while keeping his pace, Train attempted to catch her shoulder so that he could steer her into a corridor to try and help them lose the group of police officers on their heels that seemed to be multiplying by the minute.
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