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lights afire ([personal profile] jading) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-03-13 12:14 am



Ah, amnesia. The old standby for soap operas, it usually involves a good knock on the head and a complete loss of memory. Ever wanted to do that to your character? Well, now's your chance.

1. Comment with your characters!
2. Others comment. Optionally, go to RNG and roll the scenario. (As to who gets knocked on the head, well, that's up to you!)
3. ???

1. HEAD-ON COLLISION - ...whoops. It was an honest mistake, really! You didn't see that car/tree/post/person/whatever coming, but now you're stumbling out of the wreckage sans memory. Better ask for help.

2. WAIT, WHO ARE YOU? - Okay, so a while ago, you got into...something that caused you to lose your memory. Fortunately, you managed to get by and create a new identity for yourself. Unfortunately, someone new has just entered your life. Or should I say, someone who's a little too familiar...

3. RINSE AND REPEAT - Sigh. Really, this is just so inconvenient. You wake up everyday with no memory of who you are, and have to figure it out over the course of the day, only to fall asleep and have to do it all over again the next day. Good thing someone's there to help you out, right? And what's with all those post-its and notes?

4. THIS ROOM'S TOO WHITE - Welcome to the hospital. You've got an "Unknown" tag on your wrist, a healthy diet of bland hospital food, a steady trickle of doctors coming in to check up on you, and a TV, and nothing else. Looks like someone's coming to help you today, though! Here's to hoping they knew you before you lost your memory.

5. I'M SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT?! - Oh, crap. There's something only you can do right now--that is, the you who didn't lose your memory, anyway. Better figure out a way out of this mess and how to control your strange abilities before it's too late.

6. FIGHTING FOR THE WRONG SIDE - Uh, oh. Looks like your enemies decided to take advantage of your confused state and convinced you that you're on their side. Here's to hoping your allies can get you back to yourself before you cause some serious damage.

7. JUST TOO TRAUMATIC - You just saw something that's so traumatic you lost your memory because of it. Unfortunately, right now, you have to remember it, or else something really bad happens. Hope you don't regret remembering this!

8. I DON'T WANT THIS - You've been living a peaceful, ordinary life, for a while. And you'd rather it stay that way, because you're not sure if you'd want to remember what went before. Unfortunately, something's coming, and the key to stopping it lies in your memories.

9. NO SUCH THING - Maybe you were a wizard, or a werewolf, or an angel, or a demon, or something else entirely before, or maybe you just knew about the masquerade. Sadly, you've been knocked on the head and now believe yourself to be a perfectly ordinary person. Magic? That doesn't exist, right? Anything can be explained with science, after all! Right?

10. I'M WHO?! - And who the hell are you? Basically, this is the wild card option! Combine one of the above or make up a new one or whatever you want! Go wild!
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Alex Murphy || ROBOCOP (2014)

[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-13 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Prose preferred. Interested in 1, 5, 6 of Alex Murphy]
Edited 2014-03-13 19:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-14 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
There'd been a glitch in the system. That's all anyone had really told Clara about why they couldn't get in contact with Alex. There had been a glitch and it made him lose his memories while he was out tracking a perp and there wasn't a way for them to track him since Dr. Norton never put the transmitter back on him. Once Dr. Norton was back from Washington, he would find a way to set this right, but until then there was nothing that they could really do.

That was a week ago. Dr. Norton had only been back a few days and, as she had been told, was working tirelessly to figure out what went wrong. Until they found out, she just needed to focus on herself and David and, as the intern she had shunted onto said, 'Just let them handle it.'

So spotting Alex totally by chance as she was running errands downtown is unexpected. To see him coming out of what looked like a delivery truck is odd. And seeing that he was with a group of armed men in front of a bank sets off alarm bells.

For a moment, Clara's grateful that he seems to be trailing behind them and stops at the doors when the rest of them go in. She isn't sure what's going on, but she plans on getting to the bottom of it.

"Alex!" She breaks into a run, spurred on by the fact that she doesn't know if she'll get another chance like this, and rushes over to him. "Where have you been?"
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Re: 6

[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-15 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The visor's down but there's no mistaking that it's Alex Murphy: it's the same mouth pressed into a line, as if he's forgotten how to smile, even the faint smattering of healed scars he received after fighting his way through OmniCorp to Sellars, so faint you could only see them up close. His head swivels toward the woman running up to him, scans for the outlines of weapons in her clothes, assesses she isn't a threat, and removes [ Select M2: Shoot ] from his queue. Lethal force won't be necessary.

"Ma'am," Alex says. He stands there stiffly, his back to the men piling into the bank waving around some very illegal semi-automatic weapons like it's New Years Eve. "Please step away from the cordon. No media allowed. No - omment. This - your first warning."

His voice is deeper, crackling with static as that red slit of Alex's visor stares impassively down at his own wife. He doesn't even flinch at the sound of gunfire behind them, the windows lighting up as someone screams.
seestheman: (Too much fuckery for one person)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-16 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
No amount of preparing to have him not recognize her makes the reality hurt any less. And to hear him call her 'ma'am' as if she's just some random woman he's happened across while working makes it sting all the more. Clara doesn't know if it's the way he's staring down at her, looking so damn serious, or the fact that she can't seem to find any trace of Alex in the man in front of her, and she can't help but be reminded of the weeks following the press conference. And even then, he never sounded like that.

"Alex, I'm not from the media. I'm Clara. Your wife?" No one at the lab had told her what to do in case she found him (not that anyone had expected her to, considering they were the ones who had oodles of technology on their side and she was just one woman, so the odds were more in their favor than her's). "We've been looking for you. You need to come with me."

While Alex may not flinch at what's going on inside, Clara definitely reacts, jumping and looking at the windows slightly terrified. It's one thing for him to not remember her, it's another thing entirely for his programming to not kick in (which is something she hates thinking about, but she's come to accept that it's part of him, for better or worse). And the mix of the scream and him just staying perfectly still makes her heart drop into her stomach.

"What's going on in there? Why aren't you doing anything about it?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-18 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Alex pauses to consult something only he can see: his posture doesn’t stiffen or perk, but instead freezes in that too-still way of his.

“Facial recognition not registering matches with any ‘Clara’s’. I encourage you to be sure all your IDs are up-to-date: failure to do so can result in fines and - uspension of licenses.”

He’s only giving Ms. Clara a warning, too. It’s possible he feels generous today.

On the outside, Alex looks normal enough (well, as normal as you can call a man who’s less man and more chassis). Same armor, same jaw-line, same slit replacing his eyes when that visor is down. The only thing different is a large scuff mark on the side of the visor, a long gouge against the graphene and high-impact glass covering half his face. It definitely hadn’t been there a week ago. He registers signs of alertness/fear/anxiety from Clara, her pupils blowing out as she jumps, staring at some point around him with her mouth parted in a gasp. Alex doesn’t whip around and deal with the threats, tase the gunmen into submission like he would’ve. No need. He ignores the fresh round of gunfire, blind to the people spilling out of the bank. Why keep hostages when you have RoboCop as a shield?

“They’re authorized to pacify. Please maintain y – distance, ma’am.” Alex suddenly steps forward, his movement lurching instead of smooth. He crowds Clara, towering over her as his voice crackles and buzzes with feedback. “This is your last warning before I escort - off the premises.”

As if to punctuate his request, his thigh holster opens to reveal the sleek black curves of his pistol.
Edited (typo, icon change - sob sorry, more typos) 2014-03-18 01:32 (UTC)
seestheman: (Do not fuck with my family)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-18 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Clara Murphy. My IDs are definitely up-to-date." Clara doesn't mean to sound so curt, but after the past week of fretting and being unsure if he was even still alive, she can't help it. "Maybe you're the one who isn't up-to-date, Alex."

There's a part of her that wonders if she keeps using his name, something beneath all the programming will wake up and realize what's going on. It's unlikely, but she's got to try. And for all she noticed the gouge and scuff mark, the goings-on in the bank make it a little hard to focus on them.

"Alex! That isn't pacification, it's anything but!" She can't remember ever being afraid of Alex like she is when he steps toward her and the thigh holster opens. Sure, she had been nervous when she approached him the day he was leaving the station on his motorcycle. She had over a decade of being afraid for him, but that's part of being in a relationship with a Detroit cop and she's come to accept that. But to be afraid of him is new and she doesn't like it. Which doesn't mean that she folds, because she can't do that. Instead, she holds her ground and crosses her arms, gazing up into the visor with a challenging stare. "This isn't you, Alex. Wake up."

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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-19 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
The pistol's in Alex's hand, almost faster than his systems can recognize: he doesn't recall actually drawing on Ms. Murphy, only shifts his chin down and notices with an almost clinical surprise the NI-408’s already nestled snugly in his palm.

“They have proper authorization, ma’am,” Alex repeats like a broken record. The pistol comes up like he means to tase Clara with it: when he said “escort”, he didn’t necessarily mean she’d be walking on her own two feet. “I’ve r – ceived maintenance. Cooperation is heavily a–vised. ”

He was close, dangerously close, to tasing Clara when his head jerks to the side, tracking sirens that should’ve pinged him as allies; backup; watch the cavalry roll in. His HUD lights up with hostiles as the first car peels around the corner. Alex puts his hand on her shoulder, pushes her a step to the side in a gesture that’s oddly gentle despite his chassis’ strength, and then he’s marching forward, the muzzle of his pistol flashing as he fires upon the DCPD. One of the guys booking it out the bank with a duffel bag actually stops to film it with his phone, grinning. It’ll go viral within minutes.
seestheman: (What the fuck doesn't even cover it)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-19 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
Clara steps back, still staring into his visor, and puts her hands up to demonstrate that she is unarmed, not that she really thinks it'll help much. And if he does tase her...well, she'll try her hardest not to hold it against him since he really isn't in control currently, but there will be a long conversation with Dr. Norton about making it harder for just anyone to hack into Alex's programming. She's about to ask another question when DCPD pulls up.

She tries not to take the way Alex pushes her aside as a sign that he might be vaguely aware of who he is. She doesn't want to get her hopes up that he can break through this on his own, though she hopes he can.

Which is when she notices the guy filming. While this is something she can handle seeing, if this makes it online, then she knows David will see it. Either he'd find it on his own or one of his friends would find it and show him. Or some opportunistic little shit on the playground will give him hell for it. She debates tackling him so the footage doesn't get sent out, but she knows he's probably armed and she isn't and she really doesn't like those chances.

Instead she chooses to stay focused on Alex. "Alex, baby, you need to stop shooting at them, they're here to help."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-21 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
The DCPD is prepared to take down armed gunmen, not armed gunmen plus one walking, breathing tank that’s supposed to be on their side.

Alex fires, unfazed, as one of the cops who piled out of the squad car goes down as he scores a hit. The officer sprawls back, limbs twitching, as Alex keeps firing. At some point he needs to reload, giving Clara a few seconds to try to get through to him. The rest of the DCPD on the scene are taking up positions, calling in backup, and there might be certain countermeasures in place to deal not just with the bank robbers, but also with a glitching cyborg.

“Ma’am,” Alex’s chin shifts a centimeter toward Clara, a concession that she’s a civilian now in the line of fire. He continues to calmly reload. “You – hould take cover.”

He opens his mouth to say more when [ Protect the civilian ] clashes with [ Pacify hostiles ]. Alex freezes, still staring at her, in the middle of reloading. His head twitches, a jerky movement that doesn’t look like it belongs on a human being. Something isn’t agreeing with him, apparently. Alex, baby, you need to stop shooting at them, they're here to help replays in a small clip at the peripheral of his HUD.

“ – take cover. Advise,” Alex doesn’t even seem to be aware of repeating himself, or the fact the DCPD have produced a bullhorn and are screaming at Clara to step back. “Ad – vise…”
seestheman: (What did you say?)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-23 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Most of Clara's fight or flight instinct is telling her to run as fast as she can and get herself out of the line of fire. Her common sense is telling her that Alex, human as he can be, is still mostly graphene and circuitry, not flesh and blood, and can probably make it through this just fine, while she...probably won't. She's flesh and blood and much easier to hurt, if she even survives an impending hail of bullets. Does she really want to put David through that? Or Alex, if this thing that's even going on with him can be fixed?

The problem is that Clara is terrible at listening to common sense. And if it comes to her family, she's willing ignore the part of her telling to run so they can stay safe. So the moment she hears the bullhorn crackle to life and the police telling her to step back, she shoots them a look, as if begging them to give her a few more minutes.

"Alex, please, come with me. We can fix this." There's a part of her that knows that's going to do absolutely nothing. It finally strikes her that, for the moment, she has to stop thinking with her heart and start thinking tactically if she wants this to end well for any of them. "If you stop shooting at them, I can try talking to them for you."
Edited 2014-03-23 07:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-23 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Fix this," Alex repeats, his voice so flat it comes out dead.

He pauses again to listen to Clara's words, replay them in his internal playback loop. His protocol, corrupted as it is, says he wants to minimize causalities. It's one of those protocols that the criminals haven't been able to hack out of him in their hurry - Alex was expensive and complicated both hardware and software wise. A bunch of criminals with only a week couldn't hope to match Dr. Norton's thoroughness. Warring between wanting to pacify all threats, then move on, and listening to that protocol, Alex wavers for the first time since he stormed the steps of the bank. His mouth opens like he wants to say something. His lip trembles, the small breath coming out shaky and quiet. It's the same sound he's made when he had nightmares about some of the stuff he'd seen on the job, when he crawled into bed and Clara would touch his arm and that would be enough.

What's visible of Alex's face underneath the visor stills, head tilting toward Mrs. Murphy. "You have a lim - ted amount of time...negotiate."

In other words, she didn't have an hour. He wouldn't give the average suspect that much time - why would his own wife and his fellow cops get the same deal?

Alex turned his back on Clara and began trooping to guard the doors of the bank, his M2 in one hand, the pistol in the other. Behind him, the suspects were making another pass at the bank with fresh duffel bags, one of them coming so close Alex could've turned and cuffed him, easily.
seestheman: (Too much fuckery for one person)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-24 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
A limited amount of time is better than nothing, and if there's one thing Clara's learned in the past year, it's to take what she can get. She wants to ask Alex what exactly he means by a limited amount of time, but he's already started walking towards the doors and she doesn't want to pass up what might be the one real shot she has at bringing him home.

While there are no doubts in her mind that DCPD knows exactly who she is, she walks toward them slowly with her hands open and in the air, just so they can be sure that she isn't armed. Better safe than shot at. By the time she gets over to them, she's starting to formulate a plan. She just hopes that they're willing to go with it.

"I need to speak to whoever's in charge."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-24 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
The sergeant with the bullhorn watches warily as Clara approaches, her face lined with stress, lack of sleep and the fact she was trying to decide if she should offline RoboCop. "That's me. You're his wife, aren't you? Clara Murphy?"

Holding up her hand, she motions for the other cops to wait and let Clara approach so they can speak face to face, like people: they've come packing pistols, tasers and some tear gas and all of them not enough to take down Alex. The sergeant's uniform says she's JANICE SMITH, Janice shooting a glance over Clara's shoulder as if making sure the cyborg blocking the bank hasn't broken the temporary truce. He hasn't. The only thin that's stopped him is Clara and she hopes she can work with that.

"Over here."

Janice leads Clara around a squad car, passing the officer who got tased. He looks like hell, sweating and trembling and still unable to get to his feet.

"Please tell me you can get through to him."
seestheman: (Straighten the spine)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-25 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"That'd be me. I'd say it's a pleasure, sergeant, but considering the situation at hand..." Clara trails off, glancing back over from where she walked over from at Alex.

"I honestly don't know." Clara can't do anything other than tell the truth in this situation. She would love to be able to say 'Of course I can, just give me time,' but she just can't be sure. "I was close before, but..." Does it really need to be said?

"I'm technically over here to negotiate." Which makes her feel like some sort of criminal and gives her a slightly sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I think part of him recognized me. Is there anyway you can use that to your advantage?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-26 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Janice reaches up to pull her helmet off her head for a second, running her hands through her cropped hair before replacing it. "Jesus. It's a clusterfuck, isn't it?"

Sighing, Janice gives up on rhetorical questions, focusing on Mrs. Murphy. Clara looks like she should be worrying about her son's grades or something, not stuck in front of a bank and almost getting shot by her cyborg-husband.

She doesn't even want to know what the love life must be like.

"Well, you're our best best right now," Janice admits grudgingly. Short of busting out bigger guns and taking RoboCop down the old fashioned way that would piss a lot of people off, she's at a loss. "The EMP we have is too weak from this range, but if you could get it closer..."

She trails off, waiting for Clara to get that "ah-ha" lightbulb moment. It's a lot to ask. Basically she wants Clara to run up to her husband and grenade him in the face. Again. And hope it did knock him out. And also hope it didn't fry anything important along the way. There's a lot of if's here.
seestheman: (Fall so fast and pass you by)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-26 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hearing that she can actually be of some use instead of just sitting on the sidelines and hoping for the best makes Clara feel a little bit better. That is, until the other shoe drops and Janice mentions an EMP. The lightbulb moment hits instantly and it isn't good. There are way too many variables and the feeling that she could do some serious damage to Alex if it doesn't work right.

"Have you spoken to Dr. Norton or anyone at the lab? Is it safe?" Because she doesn't want to accidentally shut down Alex's life support systems when she knocks him out. "Is there anything else we can do first?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-26 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"We're trying to get a hold of the doctor, but so far it's just us." Janice has that flatness to her voice that says she was less concerned about Alex's life support and more about the innocent bystanders - and her boys - getting mowed down any second for looking at RoboCop funny. "I don't think we have time, Mrs. Murphy."

If you asked Janice, she was doing a damn good job holding it together and showing patience. Distraught wives weren't usually her thing. Asking civilians to do their civic duty in taking out a public disturbance wasn't either. But Clara was all they had right now and she was the only person who seemed capable of getting closer to RoboCop.

"Can you do it?"
seestheman: (Headed for a breakdown)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-27 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Clara wants to snap at her to find a way to make time. That there needs to be some other option that will definitely get her husband back safe and sound. but she knows that this is their best option. And she just hopes that this won't kill him and they'll be able to get him to the lab to fix whatever's gone wrong.

"I...I think I can." There's a waver to her voice that makes her slightly unsure that she can pull this off. "But I need to try to get him a little bit closer. And there needs to be something on standby to get him to the lab if this works out." Maybe it's greedy and selfish of her to make demands right now, but the idea of knocking Alex out and being surrounded by armed mooks with no way to safely get him out of harm's way terrifies her more than she can say.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-27 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
Janice shakes her head. "Best we can do is try to get him into a car, maybe call paramedics and hope they can get him on a gurney."

She's not even sure how that'll work, short of getting a hydraulic lift or something. It would've been one thing if they hadn't made him so goddamn heavy. Somehow in their hurry to get RoboCop out on the streets busting chops, OmniCorp hadn't thought to worry about if he was less than functional. Janice glances at RoboCop, frozen on the steps as those men continue robbing the bank blind behind him, then turning back to Clara. She got she's the worried wife. Been there, done that. Got divorced, but your mileage may vary sort of thing. Unfortunately, Mr. Murphy out there isn't the only person she has to worry about.

"You don't need to bring him closer to our position." Janice says. "Just get close enough to him, release the safety, hit the button. It's simple. It won't hurt you," she adds, because in Clara's defense, the EMP looks a lot like a typical grenade.
seestheman: (Do I really want to hear this?)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-03-29 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Clara honestly doesn't like this plan. She wants to be greedy and find any other way to knock Alex out so he can be taken to the lab. She wants to be sure that this is safe for him. She wants to be sure that she isn't going to get shot in the aftermath. Clara's gotten very used to not getting what she wants.

She accepts the grenade, because there isn't any other choice at the moment, and starts slowly walking back over to Alex, the grenade sitting in her coat pocket. She won't let it go off right away, though she knows that Janice the rest of the squad sent by DCPD would want her to. Clara needs to give Alex one last chance before she does this.

As soon as she reaches him, she looks up into his visor, both hands thrust into her coat as if she's trying to keep them warm. "Before we begin negotiations, I have a personal question for you. Do you remember where you were before this?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-31 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Alex doesn't scan Clara for weapons because for some reason - whatever it is, whether a fault in his programming or the fact somewhere in there he recognizes Clara as his wife - and instead he simply stands there, an imposing black-armored figure plastered across the news feeds. Helicopters circling overhead get shots of Clara approaching.

"Time's up, I - " Alex pauses. "I...don't. Out on patrol. Re-ponding to 211S and - "

He cuts himself off, lapsing into silence as his face smooths over underneath the visor.

"As I said, time's up. What's the answer?" Alex would've been white-knuckling his pistol if he had still had skin and bone in his left hand, clenching it so tightly his graphene is scrapping. From the way he shifts his weight forward, he seem to assume the negotiations did not go well. The garbled projections appearing across his HUD say he may have to use lethal force against the DCPD.
seestheman: (Fall so fast and pass you by)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-04-01 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Clara's thankful that he doesn't scan her, or else the plan would be dead in the water (and she almost wonders if he would shoot her for being armed). And she mentally grabs onto '211S' so she can tell Jack or someone else who might know what that means.

"They're willing to negotiate."

Which is a huge lie, but she hopes that nothing gives her away as she continues to approach him until she's standing toe-to-toe with him. For once, she's glad he has his visor down, or else she has a feeling she wouldn't be able to do this. With her hands still in her coat pockets, she wraps her arms around him in an embrace, trying to work the EMP out of her pocket. Once her hand's free, she places it at where the base of his spine once was and presses her forehead against his chest as she detonates the EMP.

"I'm so sorry, baby."
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-04-01 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Alex opens his mouth. Whatever he was going to say is lost as the EMP goes off in his face. There isn’t a flash, no fancy explosion: there’s just the chunk from the grenade in Clara’s hand. Her husband stiffens and suddenly his face goes slack behind the visor as everything shuts off, all at once. He collapses in Clara’s arms. Miraculously he doesn’t crush her in the process, going straight down instead of forward with a heavy thud of graphene. The pistol in his hand goes spinning away.

“He’s down! Go go go!” Janice’s shout sounds far away. Officers are flanking the area to flush out the criminals who haven’t had the smarts to book it now that their best protection against the DCPD is out of commission.

Alex lies where he’s fallen, the visor still covering his face, his lips slightly parted, unresponsive to the gunfire around the side of the bank, his wife’s voice. Janice comes running up with another officer to try to get Clara back to cover.
seestheman: (Ohshitohshitohshit)

[personal profile] seestheman 2014-04-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
It briefly crosses Clara's mind that she should maybe go after his pistol, just to be sure no one can grab it and turn it on her. But that idea flies out the window as soon as she realizes that she isn't totally sure if his life support is still working. She crouches down and puts her hand above his mouth.

There's nothing. And, as aware as she is that some of Detroit's finest are trying to get her to come with them, she refuses to leave his side.

"He isn't breathing!"

She knows that, with the armor, chest compressions aren't an option (of course, she isn't sure just how much is left beneath the armor to compress as it is). The only option is mouth-to-mouth, at least until the paramedics arrive.
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let me know if this works/needs tweaking

[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-04-02 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
The reason no one had been able to get in touch with Dennett was that he'd been awake for twenty-eight straight hours, trying to untangle the mess that had been left on his end, trying to make something from the bursts of data the damaged transmitter had sent back. And, of course, trying to manage an irate Raymond Sellars, who had insisted, at high volume, that 'after this, Dennett, I want you to shove a tracking system up his ass so we don't lose him again.'

It had been, in other words, stressful.

But they'd called back to the station, and after some fuss, they'd found him asleep on top of a pile of notes. It was almost like college, falling asleep on his books, only with a little more aching neck when he woke up.

He spent the ride out, with the full sirens and everything, trying to get the coffee Jack Lewis had shoved in his hand into his bloodstream, trying to sweep his hair into some sort of shape with his fingers.

At least till he arrived, and saw Alex on the ground, inert. All right, who needed caffeine when you had this much adrenaline? He thrusts the coffee back at the patrolman, pushing forward through the crowd. "What happened? What did you do to him?"

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time to poke alex-mun y/n

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