2020-07-06 Bombs over Baghad
Bombs over baghad
Participants: Zane Ches Bianca Viviana Luu Quinn
Storyteller: Nakisisa
Location: South Central
Date and Time: 07-06-2020, Sunset
Summary: No good block party
Mood Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIrpLBShe1A
The music is fucking blasting, bumping. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_AQFnqMY3E)
It is a mother fucking block party, and hydrates popped water is fired up with those kids dancing and enjoying it. The sun just going down, the system bumping is a large red van with that look of gangsta as fuck. The sound system is mounted on the roof, slapdash, half-assed, super jury-rigged but it was a party to celebrate Rotten getting the fuck out of his bid. Did 12 now back to fucking rep for the bloods.
The whole gang, gang life, the block is out here celebrating losing their fucking minds. The world is nothing but a haze of smoke, weed, crack, beers, a bottle of Henney, it's one hell of a mother fucking party. The king of the moment is sitting on the roof, throwing up signs like a mother fucking free man, cause mother fucker he is out and ready to fucking rumble.
It has been an age since she was in this part of town, never mind voluntarily, but sometimes you just got caught up in things. Cutting through here, not grabbing an uber back from the old neighbourhood and her parents' place was... At least she'd dressed down. It was the music that grabbed Bianca's attention, the sounds of a party summoning her to find out what was going on and maybe, just maybe, let her hair down a while. She still looks out of place, a Latina in the wrong place with jeans that do have a label rather than a close approximation of one and no personal time at the State's expense, but what the fuck. It wasn't so far from home and she was feeling nostalgic. She brushes off the offer of something that will probably put her flat on her ass in seconds flat but does grab a bottle of cheap beer.
Shortly after the sun goes down, Zane makes his way out to the party. He's dressed down a bit for the event wearing a gray t-shirt, dark jeans and a pair of black Chucks. He fits in well with a water bottle in one hand and from time to time various blunts in the other that he hits before passing them off as he dances and mingles in the crowd. Its all in fun and its obvious that he's having fun while still making a lazy zig-zag through the crowd.
Ches comes down the street with a giant wrench over his shoulder, He swings the thing around as he reaches one of the streets fire hydrants and goes to work. "Mutha Fuckin Hot ass fuckin street! Its go go shower time BABY!" All trace of his russian accent is gone though his voice still has the rough burr of damage to it. He bobs his head to the music and yells "Rotten you King!" and then POP goes the Hydrant and water shooots out in an Arc, Throwing the wrench back over his shoulder Ches wades back into the crowd heading across and down the block.
Pale pink. Luu's pretty sure that isn't anyone's gang color, so she isn't too worried there. Playing it fairly safe, she wears black yoga pants; a black tee with white lettering saying 'Gucci Eschatology,' the number 25 and a few stripes giving it a slightly athletic look; hair dyed highlighter yellow; and a pair of ultra chic Celine frames. The roller-skates, Rookie brand, that's where there's some color. Pale pink. The roller skates are in fact the reason she heard of this event today. She's rotates through every roller rink in LA, with the moves to get attention, and the charisma to make friends. There's a joyful smile on her face as she twirls around to the music that's blasting, enough greetings given to those she recognizes from the rinks to clue in those that don't recognize her that she's at least not a complete rando. Those getting close might notice that she's taken the time to subtly braid a few blunts into her hair for later, because like most of her outfits, this one doesn't have pockets either; no word on where a lighter might be hidden.
Once again Viviana found herself wandering LA, maybe hoping that she would cross paths with a few people she had met before. Her black shoes scuffing along the pavement. She was dressed plainly in a black sundress and her hair was down. She took a left...or maybe she should have taken a right? Who knows. Yet when the pulsing sounds of the music was faint within hearing range, she moved towards it, the music getting louder and louder. Once she makes it to the party she grins "Well now...this looks like fun" Her full lips curve into a smirk before she just walks into the crowd mingling and eyeing the alcohol.
"Hey Luu!" Bianca recognises the skater from a brief encounter outside some cafe or another in the art district and raises a hand in greeting now. She shifts to intercept the other woman, hips bouncing a little to the beat and occasionally mouthing words under her breath. She didn't look like Outkast would be her scene but books and covers and all that.
Ches has found another Hydrant at the end of the block and straddles it swinging the wrench down between his legs he says "Hellooo Baby, miss me?" as he fits the wrench to the fitting and starts pulling to pop open another hydrant. After a momment a trickle of water goes shooting out into the street again hes not fucking around.
The water bottle is tossed into a recycle bin as Zane works his way through the crowd. Its a way to get a feel for the place and the outdoor party as a whole. He isn't picky with who he dances with, twirling a woman here, dancing with a group of guys there before moving on, always moving and keeping it upbeat and easy going. This brings him past Luu who gets a wide smile as he dances close enough to let her move with him if she likes before he moves on, find his next partner but slipping a bit back to the outside of the crowd to watch as Ches opens up the hydrant.
The water bottle is tossed into a recycle bin as Zane works his way through the crowd. Its a way to get a feel for the place and the outdoor party as a whole. He isn't picky with who he dances with, twirling a woman here, dancing with a group of guys there before moving on, always moving and keeping it upbeat and easy going. This brings him past Luu who gets a wide smile as he dances close enough to let her move with him if she likes before he moves on, find his next partner but slipping a bit back to the outside of the crowd to watch as Ches opens up the hydrant.
The music is switches quickly to a new song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRK7PVJFbS8&list=RDH_AQFnqMY3E&index=18) The OG are bumping down now sitting down in those squats, as they start to pass that fucking rock. Light bulb, they doing it classic.
Luu gives a friendly wave to Bianca with the fingers of her left hand, a Hello Kitty palm tattoo briefly visible. It looks as if she's about to say something, but then the look on her face changes, almost as if the wind shifted and she smelled something nasty. Bianca gets the 'one second' index finger before Luu does a quick ush, gliding closer to the van where people are crowding around. Coming to a stop close up, her dance moves actually stop as she becomes closer to the crowd. Picking out one of the more sober looking men repping colors, Luu tilts her head slightly as she looks to him, making a slight face; not antagonism, not DTF, more like I got something to say and you're going to want to hear it. After catching his attention, she tilts her head the other way slightly, as if to suggest they should take a step or two away from the crowd.
Bianca catches the wave and nods to show she has understood the other woman, then she jumps, winces, and bursts into laughter as she discovers she was standing far too close to Ches's latest target and is now being treated to a hydrant induced rainshower. Thankfully her shirt is dark but it's quickly plastered to her body, her dark hair sticking to her face as she throws caution to the wind and dances in the sparkling drops a while. She won't stay there long, moving to the edge of the spray to continue her dance, even a warm LA evening has its limits to how long she wants to stand directly under cold water fully dressed.
Viviana moves further into the crowd, a bottle of alcohol in her hand. She takes a sip and savors the taste as if she is trying to dissect the flavor. Her body moves to the music as the water sprays, and she gets partially wet. She finds a few dance partners, dancing and sharing her booze. Viviana's dark gaze looks about, looking at the new faces, remembering her surroundings
Ches keeps wrenching till the trickle turns into a flood and then into an arcing spray of water and he yells out in his rough voice "Dance MuthaFuckers! This is some stereotypin bullshit. But Im into it." he says to no one in particular. He swings his wrench over his shoulder again and waves his hand in props to Bianca but having spotted Luu, because PINK. He starts heading that way a Glowing white GRIN painted across the mask covering his lower face He dosnt seem to care shes manuvered off for a private convo with an OG.. Once Ches reaches Luu he sweeps a proper theater bow to her and says "Your Roller Majesty! I trust the festivities find you in as fine a condition as that well tonned...." his voice is drowned out by the crowd "Of yours!"
The song has yet to change, but a second song is fighting it with the same level of power. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvTRZJ-4EyI&list=RDH_AQFnqMY3E&index=28) A large blue van is coming up as the door is opened with a loud bang, as the flash of muzzles so many muzzles can be seen. Than three low riders pulling up with it more muzzles, as the world almost seems to slow down as the guns start to fire right into the crowd, fucking ripping anything in the fuck way between them and the crowd.
Being back from the centre of the crowd in an effort to avoid various forms of smoke and fumes seems to have been a lucky break for Bianca and she flings herself to the ground as the first shots ring out. Definitely a mistake cutting through here. Paying no attention to the state of her clothes now or the scuffs rapidly forming on the toes of her low heeled ankle boots, she scrambles to the hydrant and tries to put that lump of solid metal between her and the bulk of the gunfire. "Fuck!" It's a heartfelt curse with a fair amount of volume behind it.
Maybe it's the sound of the heavy beats or the intoxicating scent of weed and booze permeating the air -- but it seems to draw the Platinum blonde woman like flies to honey. Quinn makes her way on in wearing a pair of ripped jeans and blue T-Shirt along with her classic heeled black boots. Her body moves as sways to the beats, manuevering just in time to land herself into the pathway of the hydrant spray. Tilting her head back to look to the sky, she lets out a genuine laugh of complete and utter amusement before looking back once more and letting her attentions sweep around the rest of those in attendance, perhaps in search for familiar faces.
Unfortunately, Luu is not able to subtly grab anyone's attention to warn them about what she expected. Which has the effect of putting her right in the crowd when the shots begin to ring out. While her skates give her some advantage in her ability to move swiftly, bullets can usually move a whole hell of a lot faster. There's no fully escaping this situation, so instead she accepts it for what it is and does what she can. Getting away from the larger crowd, she zips on her skates, grabbing a small child and doing her best to at least get someone out of harm's way.
Viviana laughs gently at something a nearby person whispers to her, the speeding cars stop and she sees them out of the corner of her eye. When the muzzles appear and the bullets spray she grabs her dance partner and they both go tumbling to the ground. She covers her head as the bullets spray, her heart racing.
Ches Sees Luu bolt as the gunfire starts. NOT him He turns to face the crowd and yells "HELL YES IT IS ONN!" he pulls a small blue curved knife from his belt buckle and runs it across his hand. As he runs TOWARD the blue van spraying bullets he runs through the water of the hydrant his skin turning glossy with the water. He yells "BRING IT! COME GET ME FUCKERS!" his ragged voice tearing like rock grinding free from a cliff face.
The crazy man is rushing for them with a blade, the job is done they slam shut the door on the van and they are blazing off towards the south trying to get back home. They will have a fucking story to tell, but for now the sound of injured and scared people around the air, everything is chaos now. The world is reeks of blood, tears, and fear!
When the bullets begin flying, people begin screaming, and the man goes charging armed with a knife -- Quinn finds herself cover, "Fuck my life," she mutters under her breath. Her gaze trains towards the vehicles, trying to make note of as much detail as she can, without getting any closer. However, with all the chaos? It's doubtful she'll get much. Smarts sadly outrule her desire for bravery right now... something that she clearly appears less than pleased with.
Ches runns at the Van like a lunatic, well because he is. Anyone who knows him knows this and now anyone who dosnt know the masked man knows it to! He gets hit with a spray of bullets and takes another half dozen steps forward as the drive by car peels out, but he falls to his knees staggering his knife dispearing into a sleeve as he falls face first to the asphalt.
Viviana looks up to see Chas and his glowing knife. She watches as he runs full on at the gun source then hits the ground. The adrenaline is pumping but she is staying put for a few more moments before she cautiously moves to a parked car and slowly turns to stand, surveying the carnage.
Bi is breathing heavily by the time screeching tires replace gunshots and it takes her another minute to steady her pulse and stick her head out from behind her cover. She is tempted to get the hell out of dodge but there are likely to be folks wounded out there and she might be able to get them some treatment they wouldn't usually have access to…
A lot happens, fast which means Zane is looking from Ches to the car to the guns and then he spots Quinn. This takes his attention from Ches and the guns as he moves through the crowd as people duck dive and run until he finds the blonde and grabs her hand. Nodding to show he's there with her he pulls her along away from any stampede or other mad rush.
Spotting a woman next to a downed teen, someone who may or may not be her son, Bianca makes a bee line for them. "Hey, hey ma'am, are you hurt? Can I help at all?" She projects a calming note into her voice with the skill of one who is trained in making her voice sound just the way she wants and bends to check on the kid. She might not have any medical training but she can at least tell a bullet wound from a skate injury and if all else fails she can get them in a car and towards the hospital with enough cash to at least get him through triage.
Ches groans and staggers clutching his shoulder with his hand, bright red blood seeping around his fingers. His little round sunglasses gleamingf blue in the street lights. He staggers to his feet and yells "They got me Ricky!! RICKY! you my boy RICKY! Im commin home Ricky!" he winces and hisses "Fuck I need an ambulance." He staggers into the mix and press of bodys and is lost in the crowd of people seeking medical attention. standard issue glasses
potting a woman next to a downed teen, someone who may or may not be her son, Bianca makes a bee line for them. "Hey, hey ma'am, are you hurt? Can I help at all?" She projects a calming note into her voice with the skill of one who is trained in making her voice sound just the way she wants and bends to check on the kid. She might not have any medical training but she can at least tell a bullet wound from a skate injury and if all else fails she can get them in a car and towards the hospital with enough cash to at least get him through triage.
Spotting a woman screaming for her baby, Luu grimaces slightly as she notices that the young mother has been shot. Still holding the child close to her chest, Luu skates right over to the mother. "She's ok," Luu says to the mother, giving her a small but reassuring smile. There's a sort of awkward movement made by Luu towards the woman that seems to be her attempt to negotiate with the woman on whether knowing her child is safe is enough for now, or if she wants to hold and possibly bleed all over her.
"Ok ma'am, I'm calling an ambulance, if they take their time getting here I am putting you a damn uber and getting your kid to the nearest hospital, ok? We've got this but I am going to need you to stop screaming and breathe for me." It's sopping wet and the front is covered in street gunk, but Bianca can at least tear some strips off the back of her shirt to put pressure on the wounds. Grimacing she strips the whole thing off so she is just standing in jeans and a black bra, then starts methodically shredding the stitching and using her teeth to tear makeshift pressure pads.
Viviana looks around for the one who ran into danger but cannot find him. Instead she notices a man on the ground holding his leg and moaning. She goes to him instead and leans down to look him over and help him, her cell already out to make the call
The woman takes the baby from Luu as she is falls now her own wounds now giving in she is heavily injured but that baby is cuddled tightly, as she nods at Luu. "Thank ya, Thank ya. Miss." She is holding the baby the sound of the siren starting now, in the distance.
The old man is 90 if a day younger is falling now his walker is giving out from the bullet, and his hip is gushing blood as he spins around like a ragdoll slamming into the hard concrete.
The woman nods at Biancna starting to chill, her teenage boy is shot beside her, bleeding from three or four wounds one to the ribs, one to the spine and the last two in either leg, it is bad. But she can relax enough to nod towards Bianca as she watches her child leave this world.
The sirens are closer, 911 is telling each call they already know and things are being dispatched now.
"Nah I'm fine." Zane says softly back to Quinn as he looks her over, making sure she wasn't hit before shaking his head no. "No way. I don't want us associated with the cops, questions or anything else. We'll help if help is needed but then we're ghosting this thing." With that said he looks back to the remaining group of folks before pointing up in the air in the direction of the sirens. "Emergency already called in."
On their way is likely too late for the boy bleeding out in front of her and it is only Bianca's training that lets her keep her cool, never mind the kid's mom. "You a church goer ma'am, I'll pray with you if it'll help. Or can I contact someone?" She uses the remains of her top to cushion the boy's head from the sidewalk and offers her hands to his mother. "O Raphael, lead us toward those we are waiting for, those who are waiting for us: Raphael, Angel of happy meeting, lead us by the hand toward those we are looking for. May all our movements be guided by your Light and transfigured with your joy.
Angel, guide of Tobias, lay the request we now address to you at the feet of Him on whose unveiled Face you are privileged to gaze. Lonely and tired, crushed by the separations and sorrows of life, we feel the need of calling you and of pleading for the protection of your wings, so that we may not be as strangers in the province of joy, all ignorant of the concerns of our country. Remember the weak, you who are strong, you whose home lies beyond the region of thunder, in a land that is always peaceful, always serene and bright with the resplendent glory of God." She murmurs the prayer to Raphael from memory. Archangel of love and healing, it seems appropriate even if she is months behind with confession.
Luu just gives a small nod to the woman, it's just a sad situation and there's really not much she can do. The ambulance will hopefully be here soon. Taking a look around Luu tries to better understand the situation. She helped when she could, but right now she feels fairly useless. Recent events have had her taking self defense courses, but what about this one? Should she learn first aid? or maybe how to fire a gun? Luu frowns slightly as she takes in the whole scene.
Viviana looks at the man as he spins to the ground. She seemed helpless as the blood gushed and she knelt beside him "Hey man, the ambulance is on the way..." She didn't really have anything that could stop the bleeding so she tried just her hands.
Quinn visibly grimaces slightly but nods in response to Zane's words. However, the sound of the approaching sirens summons a glance outwardly again before turning back towards him, "That sounds like it might be our queue to go."
"Agreed." With that said, Zane holds Quinn's hand lightly in his and then looks for the best path out of the chaos, and away from here. Plotting a path he makes his way through the outside of the crowd hand in hand with Quinn while making his way out of this area to head towards home.
