Returning...(Dan/Addie/Open)

[Heidi]

"Wo leben sie?" asked Herr Joe after a few moments of conversation with Herr Daniel. Adelheid's mouth formed a word in German, but no sound came out, the girl pausing for a moment. It was a question hard for her to answer...simply because, where did she live?

"Nirgendwo. Ich habe nicht ein Haus, aber Onkel Mac und Onkel Stephen lassen mich, zusammen mit einem sehr wichtigen Mann hier bleiben…das ich denke, dass er ein OC…angerufen wird?" replied the girl, looking confused. Her head tilted to the side again, and her hand gently grabbed Silber's head, squeezing it slightly for comfort. The awkward feeling that had bubbled up when she answered...it was unfamiliar. If it kept up, there was a chance Adelheid would slip back under that neutral, stone-faced veil she donned whenever the situation proved too overwhelming. Beneath it, she could think clearly, and force back anything that might make her act strangely or say the wrong thing.

"Ich wünsche, dass ich Ihnen eine bessere Antwort geben könnte, aber ich nicht kann."

Suddenly, someone entered the room, and Herr Daniel yelled at him in that foreign language again. Adelheid flinched slightly, whirling around to see if it was a nurse, but quickly calmed down when she saw that is was just a man with a suitcase.

Oddly enough, he left the suitcase behind. Adelheid raised an eyebrow, curious as the man just left without warning -

Feathery wings flashed, and raven hair and dark eyes glinted in the dim light of the hospital. A divine figure suddenly stood in the middle of the room, holding his hands up, a concerned, stern look on his face.

Adelheid gave a tiny gasp as as a pang of dread wound rose up in the pit of her stomach. She blinked, and the figure was gone again, a chill winding down her spine. The girl gave a tiny whimper, frightened by what she had just seen.

"W-Was..." said she softly, swallowing hard. That...that couldn't have been a good thing...The way the Rhys man - if it even was him - looked at her, it told her that something was very, very wrong...


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OOC - Ooh, spooky. ^.^

Translations:

Nowhere. I do not have a home, but Uncle Mac and Uncle Stephen let me stay here, along with a very important man...I think he is called an OC...?

I wish I could give you a better answer, but I cannot.

W-What...

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel gave a small smile as Joe assured him that he would like to teach him German. Joe responded jokily to Daniel’s comment about Adelheid’s name. ”Well you don’t have to translate entirely everything!” Daniel said, grinning. ”Besides, I think I’m getting to understand it now!” He said sarcastically, making a face at the same time. ”Well... I’m sort of able to understand it... Well, a few words at least... actually, no. I don’t understand a word...” Daniel laughed; still trying his best to cheer Joe up. He was sure that his plan was working well. Joe seemed to be smiling and making a lot more jokes than he had been doing when Daniel had first come into the room a few minutes before. He was glad to try and cheer the poor guy up.

Daniel listened with a look of interest on his face as Joe translated Adelheid’s latest words. A smile came to his face as he realised he knew the person the little girl was talking about. ”Sounds like somebody I know, actually. It sounds very much like somebody I know.” He said; a smile brightening his features. ”Private Stephen Colly; it has to be!” Daniel said with a note of triumph in his voice. Poor Stephen... He really hadn’t taken the death of McMillan very well. It seemed to Daniel that Stephen had changed mentally since McMillan had been killed in Action. It was a change for the worst. ”Ever heard of him?” Daniel said to Joe questionably. ”You probably wouldn’t; he’s a Brit.”

Daniel laughed as Stephen translated Adelheid’s next few sentences. ”I bet she is very good with that slingshot.” he said, looking at the German out of the corner of his eye. ”Sounds to me that this ‘Mac’ is just encouraging her to use it by telling her she is good with it.” Daniel grinned. ”Tsk, such a bad influence,” he said, doing an impersonation.

Joe joined in with his own shout at the odd man in the coat as he walked out of the room, but to no avail. The man in the trench coat just kept on walking until he was out of sight down the corridor; lost in crowds of doctors, nurses and patients. ”No, nobody would be sending any clothes to me. Besides, this isn’t even my room so how would they know to leave them here? I don’t know if we should open it, though. Maybe we should just ask a nurse if one comes by us anytime soon.” Daniel said worriedly. But he really wanted to open it! ”Or… maybe we should open it,” he changed his mind with a mischievous look on his face.

Daniel suddenly swung around as Adelheid gave a little gasp. But there was nothing there. Well, at least there was nothing there that he could see. The girl looked frightened for some reason so he gave a little smile of encouragement to her.

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

”Fine, I won’t translate for you ever again!” Joe said, and was about to pretend to start speaking German faster to the girl when he heard Daniel’s comment and gave a soft laugh, ”I suppose if you are not a native speaker then it is pretty much words jammed together.” Joe thought for a moment, ”I suppose some of it is like English…like mutter…and….hallo….guten morgan…” he stopped speaking and shrugged, turning back to the girl as she spoke.

”She says she doesn’t have a home and that Stephen and Mac let her stay here…odd place to put a child…” he frowned and carried on translating, ”And that a CO let her stay here as well…” he stopped and glanced at Daniel to see what he would say, but the Irish man was already speaking about who Uncle Stephen was, ”No, I don’t know a Stephen.” he said, shaking his head as Daniel continued after he had translated for the Irishman. He smirked slightly at Daniel, ”As you said, I wouldn’t let a child go anywhere near a slingshot, it could do people a lot of damage…don’t boys play with it anyway?” he shrugged his shoulders and turned to the man who had now completely disappeared from view through a sea of doctors, nurses…vanished. He turned to the girl who suddenly had a look of fear on her face, biting his lip he spoke to her in a whisper, glancing around as she seemed to be staring at something that wasn’t really there…
”Beruhigen Sie unten, beruhigen Sie unten.” he muttered soothing words to the girl, he wasn’t too good at that anyway.
Daniel started speaking about the suitcase and Joe put on a thoughtful look…”You could I suppose…or I could.” he swung his legs off the bed, hitting the floor and standing up, picking up his crutches and hobbling towards the suitcase, it looked like a normal old travelling one, nothing out of place but strangely, he could hear a slight tick, tick, tick noise coming from inside it…

Joe stepped away from it and hobbled back to the bed, not touching the suitcase as soon as he had done that, a nurse came in...she had asked them if the suitcase was theirs and they had said no. She had left about ten minutes when suddenly a huge explosion was heard a little way off, a loud crashing and seaming noise was heard, more screams added and Joe scrambled on to the bed in terror as his vision went black.

Translations:

”Beruhigen Sie unten, beruhigen Sie uten.” – “Calm down, calm down.”

[Heidi]

In just a few seconds, it was like Hell had opened up and consumed the hospital. People screamed bloody murder as debris flew everywhere, and Adelheid fell, screaming loudly herself. Her head spun after she smacked it hard off the side of Herr Claude's bed, and colourful lights danced before her eyes. The smell of smoke and blood and burnt flesh hung in the air, and there was a crackling noise, as if something was on fire.

For several minutes, Adelheid lay still, her mind blank. Her ears were ringing, and the blood was thundering in them as well, the sound almost deafening. Sounds tried to register, but they were fuzzy...too fuzzy...

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She wasn't at the hospital anymore, but back in Germany, and at the orphanage once more. Little boys and girls were all scurrying around and playing, their squeals of happiness like birdsong in the air. However, one little girl stood apart from the rest, her dark eyes unhappy, sitting down on the orphanage's front porch with her slingshot in her lap. Around her right arm and leg, bandages were wrapped, painful burns beneath them.

"Du sollten nicht für selbst, Adelheid traurig dich fühlen," said Sister Heaton, a stern nun that was a good friend of Sister Burr's. While Sister Heaton was not as disciplinary as the latter, she was still a force to be reckoned with, especially if one was fooling around in the kitchen. Adelheid had made that mistake, and now, she had the pleasure of having to sit by Sister Heaton whenever the children were let out to play. "Wenn du nicht in den Küchen wie Schwester gespielt hatten, die Burr Ihnen nicht zu erklärt hatte, dann du nicht so schlecht gebrannt worden sein würden. Du sind sie waren nicht schlechter dann sie sind glücklich.

"Aber Schwester Heaton," said Adelheid with a hint of a whine, "Ich hatte nicht irgendwoanders zu spielen."

"Oh?" said Sister Heaton disbelievingly, raising her bushy eyebrows. "Und warum ist das, liebes Kind?"

"Niemand wünscht mich herum," Adelheid said sadly, blowing air out of her cheeks. "Ich halte, erklärt durch die Jungen zu erhalten, dass ich gerade…verließ gerade hier war. Dass ich hier ständig gewesen bin, weil niemand mich liebt. Ich bin an nichts gut; Ich bin, nicht dass intelligent, wirklich und aller, den ich habe, mein Slingshot ist."

"Dann warum lassen du sie das bessere von Ihnen erhalten? Ihr Ziel ist von einem Bogenschützen, Adelheid. Nicht viele Kinder konnten eine Blechdose von Zwanzig Fuß entfernt schlagen; es ist ein Geschenk. Warum denken du über nach, was du ermangeln?"

Adelheid turned her head towards Sister Heaton, tilting it to the side. "Was bedeuten Sie, Schwester?"

"Die einzigen Beschränkungen, die Sie auf selbst setzen, sind die Sie sind dort sagen. Sie haben starke Beine und Arme, Adelheid und Talent. Gott hat Ihnen sie gegeben, und Sie Bestes gebrauchen sie. In den Zeiten mögen Sie diese, dort ist kein Platz für das Jammern; Sie erfahren, dass, weg vom Fußboden sich abzuholen für das Beste ist," said the nun, smiling at her charge. "Verstehen du jetzt, Adelheid?"

The girl nodded slowly, but still looked unsure. "I…das ich denke, dass ich tue…"

Suddenly, the orphanage wasn't there anymore. Instead, there was a brilliant light, and an acrid smell...

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Adelheid's eyes flickered open. By now, the flames had nearly consumed the room, and smoke hung heavy in the air. Adelheid coughed, wheezing, and she held the side of her head, which had begun to pound.

And then, she saw Herr Claude, passed out on the bed.

"HERR JOE[/b]!!" the young girl screamed, coughing again. She got down on her knees, and crawled over to him, and began shaking him roughly. "Herr Claude, wachen auf! WACHEN SIE AUF!"

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OOC - I can edit anything if asked. This was the only thing my muse would churn out. XD


Translations:

You should not feel sorry for yourself, Adelheid.

If you had not been playing in the kitchens like Sister Burr had told you not to, then you would not have been burned so badly. You are lucky they were not worse then they are.

But Sister Heaton, I did not have anywhere else to play.

And why is that, dear child?

Nobody wants me around.

I keep getting told by the boys that I was just...just left here. That I have been here all the time because nobody loves me. I am not good at anything; I am not that smart, really, and all I have is my slingshot.

Then why are you letting them get the better of you? Your aim is an archer's, Adelheid. Not many children could hit a tin can from twenty feet away; it is a gift. Why reflect on what you lack?

What do you mean, Sister?

The only limitations you place on yourself are those you say are there. You have strong legs and arms, Adelheid, and talent. God has given you them, and you best make use of them. In times like these, there is no place for whining; you will learn that picking yourself up off the floor is for the best.

I...I think I do...

Mister Claude, wake up! WAKE UP!

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel made a strange face. ”Yeah, this isn’t a very good place to put a child at all.” he said with a confused look on his face. ”I mean, what with all the blood and wounded men lying around. It sounds very traumatic for the child to me, actually.” Daniel stole a confused look at Adelheid beside the bed.

Joe confirmed the fact that he hadn’t ever heard of Daniel’s friend, Stephen Colly and the conversation moved on. Joe proceeded to mutter a few kind words to the little girl who seemed traumatized about something or another. Maybe she was hallucinating or something? Maybe she had drunk some sort of drug that she wasn’t meant to drink? Well, Daniel didn’t know; he wasn’t a physiologist.

A nurse walked into the room and proceeded to carry the case away, through the hospital. The suspicion Daniel was feeling about the case left. It felt better without the case in the room for some reason and he concentrated on the conversation going on around him than worrying about what was in the case. Suddenly, an explosion came from within the hospital itself. The sound was absolutely deafening and the walls shook violently. Daniel was thrown from his perch sitting on the edge of the bed, to the floor. He gasped in pain as his injured chest hit the floor hard. The electricity immediately went out for the whole building, leaving some of the patients in a dire situation. The room that Daniel was currently on was plunged into darkness, lit only by a single small window at the far end.


A further few explosions sounded from further in the building. Daniel lay gasping on the floor listening to the sounds of screaming from other areas of the hospital. He stayed there for a few seconds and panted; try to regain his strength properly before he tried to get back up. Then he felt the heat in the air and the crackling sound of fire. He pulled himself up to his feet, his body protesting against his every move. He stumbled against the bed, amidst the sounds of the girl shrieking in German. He eyes fell upon the figure of Joe, apparently unconscious on the bed. He searched around desperately for something to help return him to consciousness and his eyes fell upon a grubby glass of water on the floor near the bed. Well, he hoped it was water anyway. He emptied the contents of the glass on Joe’s face and hoped it would wake him up.

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

Sounds of people screaming and the smell of fire and the glass of water thrown on to his face made Joe awake, he looked up, dazed and could just make out Daniel’s face in the darkness that had wrapped around him. He suddenly had a horrible vision of him being in a dark cell…back in the hospital…he let out a sudden scream that mixed with that of Adelheid’s and the screams and shrieking from down the corridor.

He stopped his screaming and stared up at Daniel, beginning to cough as he sat up, his head began to spin and the glint of flames flickering out of the corner of his eye and the thick smell of smoke hung in the air. He looked around at the girl who had been shrieking his name and had been shaking him. ”Hergekommen, kommen Sie her!” he shouted and started to cough, grabbing on to Daniel as he stumbled to try and sit up, grabbing his crutches that had fallen on to the floor. He looked around in panic, the flames lighted up the room, he could see the door that was standing ajar at the far end of the corridor, and the flames were close to it. If they made their way to that door now then they might be able to get out before the flames took over the room and door completely, the hospital would come crashing down any time soon.

”Daniel.” Joe shouted, stumbling towards him and gripping him, his other free hand was extended to the girl while he lent on his crutch, coughing loudly. ”We need..” cough ”To get to that door!” he exploded into a fit of coughing as the smoke entered his lungs. His toes were killing him and so was his stomach that was very painful, screams of ”FIRE” were heard in his head, his whole body was screaming to him to get out by he couldn’t leave Daniel or the girl, he needed them to come with him, he was scared, very scared, they were either going to be burnt alive by the fire or some how survive.

Translations:

Come here! Come here!

[Heidi]

Adelheid didn't waste time in taking Herr Joe's hand. It felt clammy and tense, as if Herr Joe was scared, and he had reason to be. By now, the fire's light in the hallway nearby was glowing dangerously, meaning that the blaze had grown in size. Somewhere, a window exploded from the heat, and a woman screamed in return. The girl gulped, tightening her grip on Herr Joe's hand unconsciously.

Coughing herself, Adelheid pulled her blouse's collar over her mouth, remembering an old trick Sister Burr taught her from when Adelheid was still in the orphanage. Her voice slightly muffled, the girl cried, "Herr Joe...H-Herr...cough...Herr Daniel! Sie...müssen Ihre...cough cough...Köpfe niedrig...halten, oder der R-Rauch...cough...v-v-verletzt Sie!"

Unless the two got onto the floor, Adelheid would have to keep her head up, and risk smoke inhalation. Thankfully, she was much shorter then the two wounded soldiers, and didn't inhale as much smoke as they did. It looked like she would have to help them to the door; all these people were running around, and someone could -

Adelheid yelped as she toppled over, a couple of healthier soldiers screaming in fear behind her as they ran. Their force was enough to bring Herr Joe and Herr Daniel down, too, and Adelheid caught them fleeing past the doorway, feeling a sharp pain in her hand as she hit the floor. Seconds later, the fleeing pair's voices came as a scream, and burnt flesh's odour filled the air, the two having run into the heart of the flames.

Coughing harshly again, Adelheid tried to get to her feet, grabbing whoever was beside her by their clothing and trying to pull them up, too. Something warm and sticky flowed all over Adelheid's palm, but there was too much adrenaline in her system for her to register its presence.


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Translations:

Mister Claude...M-Mister...Mister Daniel! You...have to...keep your heads low or the s-smoke...will h-h-hurt you!

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: Sorry for the God-modding in this post, but I’m sure you’ll agree that it was needed.

Daniel breathed a loud of sigh of relief as his trick with the water worked on Joe. Joe became conscience suddenly with a loud scream, causing Daniel to veer backwards in surprise. ”Ah, you’re alright,” Daniel panted in relief. But, this was NOT the right time to be leaning back and relaxing. The heat in the room was getting unbearable and smoke was obscuring Daniels vision, making his eyes water. Flames licked at one of the doors to the room, causing several of the patients inside to scream with fright. Daniel coughed violently from the smoke and tried to pull his shirt up against his mouth, seeing the little girl Adelheid doing the same thing.

Daniel nodded as Joe said the obvious thought on all of their minds. They had to get to the door. They had to get out of the room – hell, the building, or they would be burnt to a crisp. Adelheid was screaming something at Joe in German, but Daniel couldn’t understand and he really couldn’t give a damn. All he was worried about was getting out, although he felt it was his duty to help his friend out and the little girl. The three took a few hasty steps towards the door, but everyone was panicking and trying to get out. A pair of wounded soldiers barged right into them in their haste to get away, bowling them to the floor. ”Shit...” Daniel gasped as the palm of his hand landed on the blade of a surgical knife lying on the floor. The fall opened up the pain in his chest again and he gave a little moan of agony as he felt stitches tear on one of the bullet holes in his stomach. He felt the hands of Adelheid grab at his sleeve as she tried to shove him up again. Daniel mustered up his strength and stumbled to his feet, attempting to help up Joe in the process of it. He stood there, swaying triumphantly for a minute before he remembered the danger they were in.

He could barely see because of the smoke and tears were streaming down his soot-blackened face, but he realised that they had to get out the door, even if it meant running right through the flames. There was certainly no hope for survival if they stayed boxed inside this room. He cautiously stumbled forwards, giving Adelheid and Joe small pushes to keep them moving. He stopped at the doorway suddenly. An inferno of fire was creeping along the corridor and it had almost reached the door. To get out they would have to go right up close to the flames and then make their way down the part of the corridor the fire had not yet reached. Daniel gave a worried look to Joe. He slowly held up his hands so that Adelheid and Joe could see it through the smog. He held up three fingers and then he dropped one. He dropped the second finger and waited a second before dropping the last one. At that he rushed out into the corridor, making sure that Joe and Adelheid got out of the room in front of him.

He felt the heat sear his side for a few seconds as he passed right beside the inferno. The smoke and heat was much worse in the small corridor than it had been inside the large ward. Daniel stumbled forward blindly with his hands groping in front of him. His foot caught on something on the floor and he yelped as he fell to the floor for the third time in minutes. He fell against a closed door and knocked it open, sprawling onto the floor of a room. He tried to push himself to his feet and cursed as he nearly fell down a flight of stairs. It took a few seconds for it to click in his head. There was a stairs leading downwards in the room. A stairs! They would be able to get down to the ground floor and from there they would just have to jump out a window and they would be saved. He turned around to the door, shouting out ”In here, in here! Joe!” He hoped Joe hadn’t already gone too far.

OOC: From now on I think we should all mod each other’s movements as we try to escape. It would take way too long if we each had to wait for each other to move. =]

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

The smoke and fire was coming ever closer to the ward, Joe immediately put his shirt over his mouth, breathing through it, it did seem to help, the smoke didn’t fill his mouth so much. His eyes, like Daniel’s had started to water badly, he wiped the tears that were falling from the blare of smoke away from his eyes, leaving them clear but then they built up with tears again.
They needed to get out, the smoke was coming thick and fast through the ward, Adelheid had gripped his hand and Joe held tight to the girl, coughing slightly as the smoke reached his lungs. The three of them were moving towards the door just as two other patients pushed past them.

The three fell and Joe landed against a bed, hitting his head hard and giving a slight yelp as he felt the pain rush to the back of his head. He heard Daniel beside him mutter something, Joe’s toes on his left foot were killing him, they still hadn’t healed very well and they pained him, Daniel had grabbed at him, pulling him up with the help of Adelheid. Joe just stood there for a number of seconds, suddenly happy that he was up but then realized that they would be burnt alive if they weren’t got soon. Daniel seemed to be taking charge and Joe gripped on to him, he tried to grab at the girl in the thick smoke and found her hand, gripping tightly on to it.

Joe made his way towards the door, the flames could be seen, coming ever closer, they seemed to have spread quite some way by the looks of things. Joe glanced at Daniel who had his fingers up, he was counting down, the corridor along continued on past the doorway and down towards another section of wards, those wards and that part of the corridor hadn’t been hit yet, it was a chance of escape.
Joe nodded to Daniel as he pushed the two of them ahead of him and sprinted off down the corridor. Joe limped after him, his broken toes useless and he hung on to the girl for support. They passed the flames, the heat was overpowering and Joe’s eyes began to water again, he let out slight gasps of pain as he moved on, trying to catch up with Daniel.

He could just seen Daniel ahead of him but suddenly the figure of the man disappeared and Joe cried out in terror but stopped as he nearly fell over the form of Daniel who was trying to get up, the man had landed against a door and the door led down to the stairs and stairs led to freedom…!

He heard Daniel cry out to Joe who, still gripping Adelheid by the hand, came up to him, looking down at the stairs, the smoke was now just getting to this part of the corridor, Joe turned to look once more at the flames, they had just entered the room in which the three had been in just seconds earlier, thank god because if they had been slower they would have all been burnt alive…not nice.
Joe grabbed Daniel and pushed him slightly so he would make a move down the stairs, the three quickly descended them and found themselves on the ground floor, there were more people down here, all fleeing towards the doors, all screaming and shouting “fire” or “help”. Joe made his way towards the door as quickly as possible.

[Heidi]

The pain in her hand subsided as quickly as it had come, but for some reason, stickiness still coated her hand. Still, she paid no attention to it, helping Herr Joe and Herr Daniel out as fast as she could. The former was leaning heavily on her, nearly crushing her under his weight, but somehow Adelheid still stood. The three of them worked together, in an awkward but efficient fashion - she balanced Herr Joe, Herr Daniel moved them along and took some of Herr Joe's weight, and Herr Joe was something they clung onto so they wouldn't get lost. Using this strategy, the trio managed to get to the door.

By then, the hallway was engulfed with flames. Despite not suffering from the smoke as much because of her shorter height, the fire's heat disoriented her, and her eyes were dry and tearing. Rubbing at them in an attempt to get them moist again, the girl let out a harsh cough, and just barely noticed Herr Daniel's fingers. Her mind half-numbed by the heat, Adelheid did not get what he was trying to do at first, but when Herr Joe suddenly moved again, Adelheid understood. She moved as fast as her legs could carry her, glancing backwards to spot Herr Daniel catching up with them, and then passing them. Because of his foot, Herr Joe slowed, and Adelheid pulled him along with surprising viciousness. Adrenaline could do strange things to the body, even the body of a little girl.

Behind them, the fires engulfed the room that they had just been in, and Adelheid flinched as screams of pain broke through the air. Those left inside would leave for Heaven soon enough, and the thought of it made the child's gut twist uncomfortably. If the trio had not moved as quickly, then they, too, would be ascending to a better place, but not before going through a horrible, horrible demise.

Suddenly, Herr Daniel dissapeared, and the child panicked. Had the inferno swallowed him up, too? Was he to die amongst the smoke and burning timbers? Adelheid opened her mouth to call out for him, but all she caught was a mouthful of smoke and ash. Her throat tightened, and she coughed harshly, suddenly pulled along by Herr Joe again. They passed through a doorway, and the smoke and heat suddenly lessened, causing Adelheid to gasp. She wheezed, attempting to catch her breath, but instead found herself dragged down a slight of stairs. Somehow, she managed to stay on her feet as the pair brought her to another floor, where even more people were running around and screaming. The door was free, and nearby, too -

Keeeeeerrrrrr-RAAAASH!![/i]

...But moments later, part of the upper floor crashed down onto the doorway, instantly killing some who were trying to get out and blocking the door. Adelheid gave a yelp, but then coughed loudly, having accidentally taken in another mouthful of smoke.

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OOC - Oh, I am evvvvvviiiiiilllllllllll... >:3
Edit: To explain the absurdity of my post, I wanted either Dan or Joe to become a hero in Adelheid's eyes, to help drive a future plot I thought of after I'm done with my current one with her. Just in case you all thought I was nuts. ;D

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: Wtf?!?! Do you want to die or something?!
I’m sure we’d all love to go on stopping ourselves from escaping until we were hemmed into a room and we burned to death, but I am going away for a week and probably won’t be able to post (Which is much different from me actually being here for a week and procrastinating ). So yeah, I’m closing this. T’was fun RPing with you both and it is possible for you two to keep the thread alive for a couple of posts if you really want to. =]

Daniel waited anxiously for a few seconds, hoping that his calls weren’t too late and that Adelheid and Joe hadn’t already moved on; thinking that he had just abandoned them to the flames. But he breathed a sigh of relief as Joe hurried into the room with the German girl holding his hand. He tried to smile reassuringly at the girl, but for all he knew it might have looked like an evil leer. Daniel was pulled back to his feet by Joe who moved down the stairs quicker than if he had just jumped off the banister. Daniel stumbled along behind him, coughing madly to try and clear the dreaded smoke from his lungs. He looked behind him as he reached the bottom of the stairs and could see smoke beginning to creep down towards them. If they didn’t get out soon the fire would either make its way downstairs, or the upper floor would collapse; making a messy business of the people that were on the ground floor.

Many soot blackened figures were down at ground level, having congregated from all over the hospital. There was about a scrum of people pushing and shoving at the main door, trying to get out. If they had just taken the time to stand back and go one at a time they would probably have been out much quicker, but they all wanted to get out quicker. Daniel tried to follow Joe through the crowds as they made their way to the door. Suddenly a loud creak from the roof was heard above the voices of everyone. There was silence for a few seconds as everyone glanced to the ceiling. Then came another loud creak and it was clear from the sound that it the building wasn’t just ‘settling’. A loud snap tore through the air followed by crashes as the door and all the area immediately around it were crushed as the ceiling collapses. A section of the roof about twenty metres long had come crashing down, crushing a large group of people.


Clouds of dust filled the space of the large room and suddenly there was chaos as everyone started to run in different directions. Daniel lunged forward and grabbed a hold of the arms of Adelheid and Joe; desperate not to lose them in the crush. The crowd rushed along the floor, dragging the three with them. Daniel tried to wade sideways towards the wall, sensibly thinking that they could climb out a window. As the crowd surged by, he was deposited against the wall handily, still holding on tightly to the arms of the people beside him.

There were a couple of soldiers with minor injuries trying to clear away some rubble from around a window. Daniel joined in with their frantic work; knowing they were unlikely to get out any other way. He thought he felt Joe moving and helping as well, but he wasn’t entirely sure. There was a lot of blood leaking from his hand that he had cut with the knife upstairs and it was only now that he realised it. At the same time he noticed the crippling pain in his chest and stomach. He felt so… weary. His vision was getting dimmer and his breath sounded loud in his ears. Suddenly he collapsed to the floor with his vision fading fast. He dimly heard a whoop of joy from one of the injured soldiers as they cleared the window, before he passed unconscience.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

My apologies for this having taken so long

The following CP has been issued:

Brennan - 14CP

Claude - 14CP

Addie - 13CP, one less post than the other two members in the thread

-JT