1st Floor Stairwell

Rafe McCormac wrote:

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Rafe McCormac wrote:Rafe observed the mayor, his daughter and the sneaky pig faced Chief descend into the obscuring smoke. He felt... off. Something wasn't right about this when there was a door leading away from the smoke right to his left. He takes his camera, and gently removes the film in a subtle manner, before closing the latch. He brings it up to his right breast pocket, unzipping it and slid it in while pulling out his cleaning cloth for his camera lens. It smelled of vodka, which was a good cleaner due to the alcohol content, but it wouldn't help with the acrid smoke ahead of him. He didn't want that family in the hands of a madman, so he pressed on. Tear gas sucked, he remembered in the military training they had to go into a small room filled with the shit and with faulty gas masks as well. The instructors loved to torment their recruits after all. But even so, he hated this prick, Brian, more than any of them combined.

He descends into the fog, his eyes immediately welling up with tears. It had been a long time, but that familiar pain was present, and it didn't help his right leg still ached from his botched landing back on the fourth floor. He only hoped this meant the cannibals couldn't see them either...

He feels for the railing, coughing into his rag as the fog obscures him, making it impossible to tell if he was still walking down the stairwell. "Shite... where the hell are ya?!" He called out.

The feeling of something cold, metallic and heavy hit Rafe against his left brow. Brian's Desert Eagle smacked across Rafe's face as he wildly swung the weapon across the Irish bastard. He had taken his sweet time to come down with them, but this obscuring smoke gave Brian the ample excuse for Rafe's 'disappearance'. Oh, that poor guy. He couldn't keep up with us. How tragic... I'm sure he's fine... with the cracked skull and all.

He pushes the tall Irishman against the railing, almost causing him to fall over when he grabs the camera which keeps him from falling over entirely, but teetering off the edge on his waist. "I told you... not to piss me off boy..." he says, his handkerchief tied around his nose and mouth like a bandanna; his eyes cracked red, and angry. He raised the Desert Eagle up towards Rafe's face, figuring he'd trade the man a bullet for his camera!

He fucking knew it. He fucking knew it, yet he continued down anyway. He was slammed hard in the head by the Chief's pistol whip, the blow causing him to loose his rag and begin to inhale the acrid tear gas! He wheezed, coughing horridly, his eyes welling up, his head bleeding from the wound before he is pushed against the railing! He feels nothing behind him but open air, his body balancing off the edge of the railing and the stairwell! He could just barely make out Brian's ugly chubby face, holding his camera like a life line... but saw the barrel of his gun come into view as well. Rafe had no time to think, only acted on what he could do now. He struggled with the camera, realizing he had but seconds till the lunatic would blow his brains out like cherry pie! "Smile... for..." He grunts between coughs, hitting the button. A red light blinked on top of his camera, before the bulb on top flashed brightly! An explosion of light bloomed in the obscuring cloud, blinding both of their sensitive eyes! Figuring he may as well put one, painful one in before he bit it, Rafe raised his right leg up into Brian's chin as he pulls his weight backwards, pulling his camera, the strap either braking or his head slipped out of it, his body free falling till he hit the ground, hard.