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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 6, 2007 20:31:18 GMT -5
Ripples of goosebumps emmited from her skin and covered it. It showed the effects of her anticipation and excitement with this trick. She could feel his hand under neck and his other under her knees. He looked strong, but he didn't seem to have a good enough grip to lift her right then and there.
A subtle change washed over her as she felt the sollem words flow into her ears and to her mind. Repeating and sending a message to her nerves as if he was controlling her just the slightest bit. Her breathing slowed and everntually stopped after he told her this. She was fully concious of it all, but she wasn't able to anything. It was like wanting to jump out of your skin but someone was holding you down. No one was holding Margot down now, nothing at least except the words of the young magician.
As soon as his hands made contact with her the goose bumps formed once more and stayed a little longer. Sending shocks through her spine and a flutter in her stomach. She could see a thin smoke around them or at least it seemed that way because she could easily see through it. She swallowed but did not breathe. And it didn't seem to bother her. Like she didn't need to the act to stay alive.
And then she was lifted up into the air, but she was unaware of how much. She kept looking up at Damon.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 7, 2007 17:11:33 GMT -5
After the moment's pause in the air, Damon listened to the clapping all throughout the auditorium. As he held the young lady in his arms and concentration, he knew she probably wasn't going to hold her breath for very much longer, so he allowed them to begin to go back down, still keeping his gaze directly on the young lady. Soon, his feet touched the ground and he softly allowed her body to lie upon the table and the smoke around them faded away. The young man looked up to the audience to see them all clapping away, except for one.
Damon's eyes landed on a person who had a superior scowl on his face. As their eyes made contact with each other, Damon forced his smile to remain, but he could feel sweat begin to protrude from his forehead. The owner of the theater would have his head if even one unsatisfied customer went and complained. Taking a small gulp, the young magician held out his hand for the young lady's to help her from the table. His smile was well practiced and showed that everything was perfectly fine, but if anyone were able to see his eyes, they would have given it all away.
As he had turned his gaze away from the crowd though, the man that held the scowl on his face pulled a handgun from his vest pocket and aimed it at the magician just before pulling the trigger. The gunshot echoed loudly through the theater as the bullet drove itself into Damon's left shoulder, shoving him backward into the stage. All about in the audience, the crowd screamed and yelled in uproar and quickly began making their way, pushing and shoving toward the exit.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 7, 2007 17:48:16 GMT -5
They moved down and the wind from underneath pushed up the skirt of her light blue dress and made it fly up a little, dancing in the air around her legs. It was a feeling of weightlessness and delight that raised her heart along with everything in the room. It felt like nothing else mattered anymore.
Eventually the feeling subsided however and she went back to her excited and giddy self. Laying on the table as he put her down and then she had to get up. She got off of the table with his help, holding onto his hand tightly so she didn't fall. She had a feeling she might do something like that if she wasn't careful. Margot gave him a quaint smile and nod for a thank you, ready to go back to her seat.
But as she turned away she heard a shot. Her body jerked to the side and her hands went over her ears. Her whole body trembling with fear as the crowd went wild and crazy in horror. They started towards the exit in a stampede as she turned back and then saw Damon shot. Her heart race and she forgot where she was for a moment as she headed for the man. Quickly Margot pulled him up. With her small frame she picked him up as much as she could, proving stronger than she looked and attempted to get him to safety.
"Come on...you're going to have to get up because I can't carry you the whole way. We need to get out of here." She told him quietly as she looked around the theater, holding him up trying her hardest not to hurt him.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 7, 2007 17:58:18 GMT -5
Drea sat in the audience, her legs crossed and continued to watch the show. Chills went down her spine as she watched Margot float on stage. She couldn't help but to wish that that was her instead of Marge, just so she could feel Damon's gentle touch. She knew that she was going to have to tell Marge that she also liked Damon, but she figured that she could put it off for a while. As soon as the trick was over, Drea stood up and clapped her hands, giving a standing ovation, and cheering a loud as she could. She was amazed.
She was so into what was going on on stage, that as soon as she heard the gunshot, she didn't even know what it was. She turned around to see if she saw any sight of what could have made that horrible noise. Everyone in the audience was running around in a panic and leaving through the nearest exits. Drea turned around again to face the stage. It was then that she noticed that Damon was not on his feet, and Margot was trying to lift him up. Had Damon been shot?
Her first instint was to run away with the others, as soon as the thought that there was a man with a gun in the room. But she couldn't leave Damon, she had to help him. She quickly made her way through the crazy crowd and walked onto the stage, running towards Marge and Damon. "What the hell just happened?" she yelled, still not understanding what was going on. "Is he okay?!"
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 7, 2007 18:13:45 GMT -5
Damon tightly clenched his teeth together, trying to fight off the pain that surged into his left shoulder. His eyes also tightly shut, but he knew what was happening, for the most part. As he laid on the ground, he reached with his right hand to just below his left shoulder, grabbing his arm firmly where it didn't hurt, but it didn't really help at all. Soon, he felt someone lifting him up, but he wasn't sure who. It could have been anyone ranging from someone in the audience to someone from backstage that just happened to have walked by.
"Come on...you're going to have to get up because I can't carry you the whole way. We need to get out of here."
Groaning as he was pulled a little, he opened his eyes squinting to see where he was. He was on the stage. Wow, what a realization, he thought silently and painfully to himself. Pushing his head to the side a little, he measured the distance from the edge of the stage with his eyes.
"What the hell just happened? Is he okay?!"
Tightly shutting his eyes again, Damon forced words to come out of his mouth painfully. "Hold on." The young magician then lifted his leg and slammed it down on the floor. The floorboards that they were standing on opened and let them fall through the stage to just beneath it, landing roughly on a pile of dusty cushions. As they landed though, the young man couldn't help but let a small yelp of pain out, but quickly he bit his lips to stop it, and turned it into a light groan.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 7, 2007 18:31:07 GMT -5
Margot felt the floor come out from under them all and then they fell onto a big sack full of something not so soft. He sat there next to her in pretty much the same position, Drea now on the floor too. She let him sit there and moved out slightly. Going slowly so he held himself up and wasn't surprised by her not there anymore.
From her dress she pulled off the outer layer of the skirt. The bright blue of cotton. Underneath was just a lighter skirt that was a ripped and make it so the other one came out. She ripped it into pieces. One she folded up four times to make it thick.
"I'm taking out the bullet put this in your mouth so you don't scream or bite through your lip." She commanded, quite serious about this. Usually Margot wasn't this synical about things but this wasn't a time to joke and be stupid. She had gone into motherly nurse mode. Her own mother was a midwife.
She took the other pieces and laid them out. From her hair she pulled out a few pins. They were think so they'd work.
Before she even told him waht she was going to do she peeled his shirts off of him. His overcoat and shirts underneath quickly until it was bare skin. She left most of it on, just cleared the way for the wound to be clear. And there it was open and bloody. Droplets of crimson red flowing out of it in little streams. Collecting and dripping down the skin in patterns. It didn't look like she minded the blood or the wound and bullet. Most people fainted or looked disgusted but she just put her hand by it. Her fingers kneeding the skin lightly so she could see inside. It looked like the bullet had shattered, much like it would in water. It wasn't too bad because of all of hs clothes, but it was going to hurt.
Her hands reached down for the pins and she picked one of them up, twisted it and rolling it straight so she could pick up the pieces with it easily, much like tweezers, which were an absent necessaty now. She looked back up at him, smiling slightly so he might feel better, and then she picked up a piece of the cloth and whiped the wound clean enough so she could see it cleary. Then without warning but, "I'd bite it now if I were you." She stuck the pin into the hole in his chest and dug around gently, pulling out piece after piece of metal. She placed it on another piece of cloth. This took her just about ten minutes to pick them all out.
And then, finally, she put another cloth on the wound to stop the bleeding and told him to hold it if he could so she could scrounge up a bandage out of the dresses's skirt that was left.
-Damon's Edit-
The young man allowed the piece of cloth to be placed in his mouth, and unfortunately he knew what was coming. While he had never had a bullet pulled from his skin before, he had watched another person have one taken out. The man that he had watched looked like he was going through more than Hell in the process and Damon wasn't sure if he was going to be able to survive it.
When she sent the warning, he didn't have any time to respond before his jaw involuntarily clamped shut as did his eyes in a forceful groan against the immense amount of pain that had just been shot through his body. It felt like someone was shooting him all over again, except the bullet was moving a lot slower and much more painfully. After the first piece had been pulled out, Damon gasped for air, keeping his teeth closed enough to not let go of the cloth, but then she went right for the next piece, sending him through the immense amount of pain once again.
The involuntarily groan was muffled by the cloth, but it could still be heard a little and his head seemed to force its way back, as if attempting to flea the event of pain yet was getting no where fast. Sweat quickly began to pour down his forehead and torso which was rising and falling slightly but quickly in his panting breath between bullets. The pain was so much, so fast, and so heavy, he wasn't sure how much more he could bear. Already he was exhausted from the strain that his last act had put on him and now even more energy was being pulled out of him from trying to stay conscious against the wound, the heavy loss of blood, and then the horrid pain of taking the shattered bullet out.
Finally, Damon's mind was unable to take anymore of the pain. After another piece was ripped from his flesh, the young man's mouth opened to release a deep breath of air, but with it went his consciousness. The cloth slipped from his mouth and his head stopped squirming away from the scene. He simply laid or sat there, no longer with the world, but instead temporarily dead to it.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 7, 2007 18:49:27 GMT -5
Drea watched the whole thing, admiring Magot for her execellent nurse work. But in her mind, she wanted to be in Marge's position, and saving Damon's life. She now realized that Damon had been shot, and she wished that she would have stayed in the audience to try to catch the person who had done it. She felt worthless at the moment. She wanted to be the one who saved Damon so the he could look upon her as a hero and maybe even fallen in love with her. She realized that that wasn't going to happen now.
"Uh...is there anything I can do?" she asked a bit shakey. She really wanted to help him but she had no idea what she was doing. She basically grew up alone, but she did remember that her own mother wasn't much of a nurse either. Drea had always hated seeing blood. Even if she had the smallest cut, the sight of blood made her feel woozey.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 7, 2007 19:04:32 GMT -5
[[Permission to God Mode From Damon]]
In between pulling out the bullet and making the bandage Damon seemed to pass out. She let him on the ground for a moment and then pulled a heavy box over from the corner and placed it behind his back.
When Drea asked her if she could help she nodded. More serious than usual. She looked at her and then looked down at her dress. It looked sturdy enough.
"Rip of the skirt of your dress as much as possible." Margot ordered her friend.
After kneeling back down she starting turning the other dress cloth into a strip of thick cloth to stick on the wound. She put it over his shoulder and pinned it in the front just below and to the side of the hole. It stayed but still need more for him to stay without loss of blood. He needed one across his chest as well, not just diagnal.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 7, 2007 19:21:27 GMT -5
Normally she could have never ripped any of her clothes, but given the circumstances, she did what she was told. It took a while for her to get the rip started, but as soon as she did, she began to tear bits of her dress off. The tears of fabric weren't too long, but were long enough to help stop any bleeding.
She handed the strips to Marge and asked if she wanted her to do anything else.
((Blahhhhh!!! So sorry that it's really short, but I have to go. I probably won't be on tomorrow. So see ya friday maybe. =] ))
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