Matt Davis
Tactile Gravity Manipulation[M:0]
Life's a party, where's my beer?[A1i:6]
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Post by Matt Davis on Oct 11, 2009 15:37:17 GMT -5
Taft & Harkinson Law Firm
Two Days Ago
The lawyer, Hobson, slid a folder over the desk to Matt, tapping it with a finger as it came to rest in front of him. Reaching out, Matt grabbed it, flipped it open, then let out a low whistle of appreciation at the picture of a pretty, blonde paperclipped to the inside cover.
"Damn, she's a peach, ain't she."
Hobson's expression didn't change at all as he reseated himself in the impressive looking chair behind the desk.
"She is, but this is business. Bring her into the fold. Our sources say she'll be valuable, and I don't want you to foul this up by getting personal. Get close, hell, even skin to skin is kosher, whatever it takes to get her in, but no strings. Do you understand."
Matt didn't look up from the dossier, but made a noncommittal sound of compliance. This girl was his first solo job.
"Mr. Davis. Did you hear me? The last page of your dossier should be a list of places that she frequents, and I suggest you get to know her habits before making contact. Any questions?"
"Yeah," Matt replied. "I gotcha. Bring her in. Get close. No strings. Gotta love getting picked for a job for my skills over my charming demeanor."
He loved messing with Hobson. The man seemed to have a pole permanantly shoved up his bum, and Matt liked seeing how much lip he could get away with before the man snapped at him.
"You were picked for your face this time, Davis. Our analysts think she'll respond better to a covert than to a typical recruitment squad. As much as I hate to say it, your particular brand of 'charm' might prove useful." Hobson obviously wasn't too pleased about sending him off. "Don't screw this up."
Miami, Florida
Today
Matt had been following the girl all day. Her name, according to the file, was Marissa Chancely, and the file had done her no justice. Definitely cuter in person. He'd followed her to several job interviews, wandering all around the city, watched her eat, watched her run into a little boutique and window shop. He'd gotten to know her as well as his attention span would let him. Shadowing people had looked fun in movies, but in real life, it sucked. He'd even gotten a pair of aviators to keep a low profile, and he'd gotten three compliments so far today. Not his idea of being undercover, and he'd shoved them in his pocket about three hours ago.
Now they were on a bus as 12:45 at night, morning, whatever, and he was wondering if she ever slept. He'd hoped to make contact at the little diner where she had eaten dinner, but he'd been blocked by a waitress seating him at the other end of the restaurant. He was frustrated, tired, and wanted to make first contact. The bus also didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Annoyed, he gripped the arm rest of his seat.
And the bus lurched to the side.
Bounded off the concrete barrier.
Slammed into the transport truck beside it, causing a Nissan Versa on its top row to break free and fall onto the roof of the bus before the bus overturned. With a screaming sound, the Nissan tore a hole in the roof of the bus, causing Matt to cower in his seat as the bus's side hit the road and scraped to a halt.
Silence for a moment, then someone from the back started crying. He hadn't planned on doing anything. He didn't think he was hurt, and damn this was going to be an interesting way to make first contact. If she was still alive.
Damn.
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Post by Marissa Chancely on Oct 11, 2009 17:17:16 GMT -5
Marissa Chancely, Volume One Chapter One: Knowledge
"The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand." -- Frank Herbert
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Matt Davis
Tactile Gravity Manipulation[M:0]
Life's a party, where's my beer?[A1i:6]
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Post by Matt Davis on Oct 11, 2009 23:08:57 GMT -5
---matt DAVIS------MIAMI, florida------chapter 1: DENIAL---
Matt blinked, trying to clear his head enough to figure out what to do next. Unless he was very much mistaken, he'd just accidentally wrecked a bus, one with his target on it, and he didn't know if she was even still alive. It was dark in the bus; the crash must have knocked out the ceiling lights, and he couldn't see her moving where she'd been sitting.
balls, balls, balls.
Then he saw a blonde head move in the darkness, and breathed a sigh of relief. She was alive. He struggled to his feet, standing on the wall of the bus in between the seat wells. Easing out onto the window of the seat in front of his, he clambered onto the seats, climbing up a few rows to where she was sitting, leaning over her seat.
"Hey there, you allright?" his voice was concerned, because, well, Hell, he was. Damn this whole thing was a mess.
He hoped no one died.
In the bus that he'd wrecked, lying on its side on the esxpress way.
"You guys alive here?"
He probably looked quite a site, his brown jacket ripped from where a spring had popped out of the seat behind him and had scraped his arm, leaving a scratch of red, and he was covered in vaporized ceiling foam. His hair was even a little more askew than normal, and a bruise was forming on his forehead where he'd hit the seat in front of him.
Still, it probably wasn't the worst first impression he'd made on a person. He seemed to remember throwing up in some girl's bra at a party, and this was yards better than that...
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Post by Marissa Chancely on Oct 12, 2009 9:48:54 GMT -5
"The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand." -- Frank Herbert
[/i] Marissa opened her mouth to speak, but it took a lot more effort for words to actually form. "Y-Yeah...I-I think so. My arm is broken though...H-How about you?" She glanced at the bleeding man again, "I think he's d-dead..." She told the concerned-sounding one that was very well alive. She was genuinely concerned for him, as well as everyone else. After all, right now she was certain it was her fault that the Bus had crashed. She stared at Matt, he looked awful.. Probably as bad as she did. Her hair was no longer neat and tidy, and there was blood trickling down her lip. Her arm was bleeding too from the glass that had pierced it and her blouse was on the side, revealing most of her side, all the way to her armpit. She finally found the strength to take control of the situation. Instead of semi-sitting, semi-lying here bleeding, she might as well help out. She was sure her phone was dead or crushed...Where was her purse anyway? Oh well, someone else outside was bound to call nine-one-one. "I'm Marissa," she told the man with the torn brown jacket and disheveled hair. "Help me get up, we have to try and figure out a way to save these people... Some are kids under five years old." She didn't wait for his help though, wrenching herself upward, only to fall down again and hit her head against the seat. "Damn it." she muttered, feeling queasy and weak. She couldn't stay here though, she had to help out. [/ul][/color][/font]
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Matt Davis
Tactile Gravity Manipulation[M:0]
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Post by Matt Davis on Oct 12, 2009 18:03:56 GMT -5
---MATT davis------miami, FLORIDA------CHAPTER 1: denial---
Fuck, he'd killed a man. Okay, this might actually be the worst first impression he'd ever made on a girl. If she found out, at least, and he was definitely not telling her any time soon. The guy did look dead though, and he didn't feel like sticking around with a dead guy.
”Hey now, don't go hurting yourself more,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder to keep her in her seat after she'd tried unsuccessfully to sit up. ”You might be more hurt than you look.”
He looked down at the guy who had been sitting next to her. There was a lot of blood, and he put his hand to his mouth to suppress his sudden urge to upchuck. Throwing up on the girl would really make a bad impression, plus it was just in bad form. Still, she needed to do something or she'd start moving again, which could possibly injure her more.
So, can you do one of those neck touchy thingies to feel his pulse and see if he's breathing?” he asked, motioning to the potentially dead guy sitting next to Marrissa. ”Make sure he's alive and I'll try to see if everyone else is all right then be right back, okay?”
It was a cold day in Hell when Matthew Davis stepped up to take charge of anything, but for some reason, probably since he realized that he was the only one to come out of a bus crash mostly unharmed, he felt like helping out.
Without waiting for her response, he started clambering to the back of the bus, coming upon the woman and her children. The woman's leg seemed to be trapped under a seat that had been pushed down and back, probably when the Nissan had hit the top of the bus, and she was barely conscious but still trying to comfort her children, both of whom had blood on them. The smallest one seemed to be unconscious.
”Hey there, calm down, it'll all be all right,” he said, trying to calm them down. ”Let's get you out of here.”
The woman nodded her consent, handing the smallest one to Matt. Holding the kid, he clambered out through the hole in the top of the bus and set him down on the pavement, then reached through to help the other kid through. ”Stay with your brother,” He told the boy ”And try to get off the road.”
The bus was mostly off the road already, torn through a guardrail and half in a ditch, but he picked up the youngest kid and ushered his brother into the grass, then lay the unconscious boy down. ”Stay with him,I'm gonna go try get your mommy out, okay.” he told the brother, then headed back to the bus. As he returned to the bus, an older gentleman climbed out, obviously favoring his leg and left arm. Matt waved him over to the kids then headed back into the dark interior of the bus.
”Is he still breathing?” he yelled up to Marrissa, climbing up the side of the bus towards her.
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Post by Marissa Chancely on Oct 13, 2009 17:28:34 GMT -5
"The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand." -- Frank Herbert
[/i] She nodded, "Of course I do." she said, as if everyone should. She'd taken a course when in her Swim team, it was almost like what Lifeguards did when being trained before their first shift. "I also know CPR, do you think it might save him now?" She wondered why the hell she was asking. He didn't even know what "Finding the Pulse" was called... neck touchy thingies as if. He looked (If you ignored the blood and ripped clothing) like an intelligent man who was in this business thing. Hell, she would have expected him to be some kind of Lawyer...Maybe a Government person of some sort. He seemed to fit the part...Or at least he used to. Marissa hated the Government. She already didn't trust him. ”Make sure he's alive and I'll try to see if everyone else is all right then be right back, okay?” She nodded again, moving just the tiniest bit so that she was almost on top of the man bleeding on the floor. "Sorry, I know you probably won't like having an eighteen year-old kid all over you." she breathed to the man as she started searching for a pulse, and when she found none, a heartbeat. There was the faintest of poundings, and hope flooded Marissa's head, making her a little dizzy. Or maybe it was the fact that she'd placed her hand right in a puddle of his blood. Probably the ladder. "Alright, stay with me big guy." she breathed, leaning down as she put her hands on his chest. Seconds later, she had her mouth over his, trying to breath life into him again. A few more minutes, she didn't know exactly. The man she'd been talking to earlier was gone, she didn't care where or what he was doing. It was just her and this dying man she was trying to keep alive. She heard noises coming from where the driver would mostly likely be. She wasn't sure what to make of it, was the driver asking for help? Was the driver about to die? Maybe he was getting out all by himself...She realized just then that she couldn't try and save all of these people. The driver was able to get out safely, though Marissa didn't know that as she was once again giving the man below her CPR. "Hang in there..." she muttered, trying for a pulse once again and this time actually getting one. A few seconds later, she heard the voice of the other man trying to help out. She noticed he'd gotten the little boys out safely, relief made her heart skip. "He's breathing, but we need a Hospital...Fast. He won't survive much longer. He's lost way too much blood already." she informed him, "Did anyone call the Ambulance?" she added, obvious in her voice that she was ordering him to do so if nobody else had already. [/ul][/color][/font]
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Matt Davis
Tactile Gravity Manipulation[M:0]
Life's a party, where's my beer?[A1i:6]
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Post by Matt Davis on Oct 16, 2009 20:56:27 GMT -5
---MATT davis------miami, FLORIDA------CHAPTER 1: denial---
When she asked him if anyone had called the ambulance, Matt mentally kicked himself. He should have called nine one one, something, and quickly felt his pockets and inside his jacket. Damn. His phone must have fallen out in the crash. Quickly, he scanned around the bus, but with the darkness and debris, he couldn't see it.
”I'm sure someone has,” he replied, trying to assuage her worry.
One of the other passengers from the back was trying to help the barely conscious mother out, pushing against the seat pinning her leg, and Matt looked back at them. The man didn't seem to be having much success. He should be seeing red and blue lights from behind the bus any time now.
”My phone flew out in the crash...” his eye caught a glimpse of something red, and he turned, and realized it wasn't an ambulance.
It was fire.
The truck that the bus had hit was burning, and it looked like it was leaking gas dangerously near the bus, and it was getting closer. He turned back to Marissa, panic in his eyes.
”Is he all right,” he asked, pointing to the guy who she had been trying to resuscitate. ”Because we need to get out of here now.”
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Post by Marissa Chancely on Oct 18, 2009 9:50:45 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry it's kind of lame and horrible.
"The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand." -- Frank Herbert
[/i] Damn it, did that mean he hadn't called anyone? She wanted to yell at him, tell him that maybe nobody had called, but she just couldn't muster enough energy. It was her fault anyway, she was the one that had caused this in the first place. She should have called someone herself. Why be angry at him? Damn this was getting ridiculous. She needed to get rid of this stupid germ that was ruining her entire life... Before she took others' lives away. ”My phone flew out in the crash...” Marissa nodded, "Same here, I think all of my purse's content scattered itself around." she said, though honestly it was quite irrelevant to the situation. Why would he care anyway? Marissa got herself in a position where, with the help of the seat, she could prop herself upright, and then stood up. Sure her head and arm was still hurting, but her legs were functional. She held on to the seat to ease the dizziness too, which also helped. Slowly she moved over to where Matt was, looking in the direction of his gaze. Her mouth opened into a perfect "O" when she saw the trouble. Well, more trouble. It was fire, and it was coming closer. Soon the gas would make the fire even larger, and it was quite close to the Bus. Damn, damn, damn! In just a minute, it would quite literally send them soaring into the air, their bodies in tiny pieces. Damn, damn, damn it all! The panic was evident in the man's eyes as the two stared at each other for a few seconds. Marissa knew very well panic was even stronger in her expression, no matter how hard she tried to seem strong. She wasn't ready to die! ”Is he all right?” Marissa glanced behind her at the injured man that was barely breathing. She nodded, but didn't have time to say a word before Matt added ”Because we need to get out of here now.” The urgency in his voice made Marissa shiver, but it also made her sense of leadership kick in. "Okay, grab him." she told Matt, nodding toward the injured man on the floor. "Careful though, and try to keep pressure on his wound if you can. We wouldn't want it to get worse." She then moved over to the woman still trapped. Adrenaline was flooding the young Blonde's body, and when she managed to get the Mother out, she wasn't all that surprised. "Okay, that's everyone." she told Matt. Now all that was left was actually getting out and managing to get far enough before the explosion.[/ul][/color][/font]
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Matt Davis
Tactile Gravity Manipulation[M:0]
Life's a party, where's my beer?[A1i:6]
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Post by Matt Davis on Oct 24, 2009 0:17:47 GMT -5
---MATT davis------miami, FLORIDA------CHAPTER 1: denial---
After Marissa told Matt to get the man on the floor, he let her get past him, then crouched in the seat well next to the man. Matt wasn't the biggest or strongest of guys under normal circumstances, and the guy on the floor was a bit bigger than he could move comfortably, especially if Matt wasn't going to make the guy's wounds worse. He popped his head up from behind the seat well to see if anyone was watching, then slipped his arms under the man and concentrated.
He focused on making the man's body gravitate towards his own body so that the man was firmly pressed against Matt, making carrying him less of a challenge, then started to struggle towards the door, arms clasped around the man and trying to keep pressure on his wounds at the same time. It was more difficult than he thought, but he managed to get the man out the door without doing lasting damage. As far as he knew at least.
As he started to clamber through the hole in the roof of the bus, seemingly carrying the man, the flame hit the bus, and it started to burn. In the back of his mind, he knew that he wasn't going to make it, but a pretty girl had asked him to save a guy, and the dumb side of chivalry too over. He kept struggling out of the bus. If he'd dropped the man, he'd probably be able to get clear of the coming blast, but if he dropped the guy, the man would die for sure.
His eyes met Marissa's as the Whooomph of the gas hitting the gas tank could be heard over the sounds of the fire, a note of resigned panic in his eyes.
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