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Pain lanced up her side as the shot ripped through her, feeling wet warmth bloom across her shoulder. The one thing she had never experienced in her time on the force had been getting injured in the line of duty - she guessed it was just a matter of time, and deciding to help during a blackout had been tempting fate. People got antsy, they did things they wouldn’t usually do, out of desperation and fear. She had seen the guy shaking as he held up the store - he was just as scared as everything else, she had thought she could stop him, calm him down. She didn’t think he would shoot.
“Crap.” She choked out, trying to lift herself but her arm gave out beneath her, the pain turning a blinding white as she let out a cry.
“There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.” - William Shakespeare
The inner struggles of the mind in juxtaposition to a waring society makes for the most potent poison. A consumable darkness ravishes even the purest soul. To all the those trespassing against the fraying fragility of righteous mortality, beware. Judgement comes for everyone.
The event will be taking place March 4th till March 18th.
We will be posting more details about the even within the next couple of days. For us to tighten up the details, we need to know who is will be joining us in the celebration. If you’re participating please comment a +1 on this post with the corresponding city. This event will be broken up between each of the major cities: Star City, Central City, Gotham, and National City.
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“Help!”
Hating the feeling of helplessness, Matt had found himself on the verge of a panic attack at the beginning of the lock down. It wasn’t even himself that he was concerned about, but his family. His father was the type to charge right in and risk everything-- it was something he had always taught Matt to do to-- which meant that right then Matt had no way of knowing that his father was safe.
“Someone help me, please!”
When the quakes started, Matt could feel his instincts kick in and it was only that, (the training that his father was constantly giving him) that saved him from being crushed under the rubble. It was those same instincts that managed to calm his nerves, if only for the time being. He pushed the anxiety down, instead trying to focus on this moment now.
Now’s your chance, Matt. Step up and do what your father never would. Save some lives. But he was only one person and he wasn’t even close to being a doctor. What was he supposed to do?
“I’m crushed! Help!” The cries were coming from everywhere. Some were coherent and some were just literal sobbing. Swearing, Matt found himself migrating towards the closest voice, finding a girl around his age, her legs trapped under a pretty sizable piece of rubble. It was easy to see her leg wasn’t quite in the right direction.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m gonna help,” he said softly, taking what he could of the rubble in his hands, attempting to lift it off of her. He strained, feeling it lift just a fracture before he felt himself give. Quickly, he turned his head to assess the situation, pleased to see another who seemed to have been able to avoid the debris. “Hey!” He shouted. “Come help!”
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Text || Ray Palmer
Constantine: Hello handsome. Keeping that pretty face of yours clean?
Constantine: Figured I'd check in. See if you're still breathing.
Text || Christian
@detectivechristiansingh
Steph: Asshole. I need to know if you’re in play.
Text || Felicity Smoak
Anna: I need help.
Anna: I need you to find Bruce Wayne.
Anna: I think his kids are in trouble.
a small laugh escaped from her lips now breaking a glass that was near her with her bat, it was one of those mirrors, the chaos was just like gotham to her, it was that sentiment that she honestly missed “it’s almost refreshing to see all of this” she commented now looking around for a second.