Eternity RPC Board
07-30-2019, 12:38 AM
Roavenalev
The North Side
Vismuttilla's car lurched harshly as she brought the brake pedal to the floorboard. Her split-second reaction to the loud ping off the door of her car was met by a counterpoint of the clipped squeal of tires on asphalt.
"What the...?"
The officer replayed the instant in her mind, looking around for information, checking her mirrors. Had a bird just flown into her car? She certainly hadn't seen anything--
There! From her left, a flurry of motion. A body - running, slipping just out of view through the opportunity presented by a mostly dry box culvert, languid scrawls and bold bubbly block letters of graffiti in all colors marking the length of it. It was gone just as she saw it, but she made out the distinctive blur of a body.
"H-Hey!" She shouted, still in her car, her brain struggling to make one hand open her car door and the other unlatch her seatbelt and her nonexistant but totally essential third arm radio in to alert her pursuit of a suspicious person. She was out of the car and taking off at full tilt toward the culvert and the person racing ahead of her.
"Ten-Forty three!" She shouted into her radio. "This is Officer Petra Vismuttilla, I'm in pursuit on foot near Kuninkukkula Drive and Rinne Street. Suspect may be the museum tagger!"
To the back of the person head of her, she yelled, "Stop!"
For just a moment, the target looked back, and Vismuttilla was struck by just how young he was. Just a kid, really. Still, his youth was not an adequate match on its own for her academy training and rigorous self-imposed fitness regimen, and she was soon upon him. She thought that if she leapt once, hard, and reached out, she could grab him... if she just reached...!
The North Side
Vismuttilla's car lurched harshly as she brought the brake pedal to the floorboard. Her split-second reaction to the loud ping off the door of her car was met by a counterpoint of the clipped squeal of tires on asphalt.
"What the...?"
The officer replayed the instant in her mind, looking around for information, checking her mirrors. Had a bird just flown into her car? She certainly hadn't seen anything--
There! From her left, a flurry of motion. A body - running, slipping just out of view through the opportunity presented by a mostly dry box culvert, languid scrawls and bold bubbly block letters of graffiti in all colors marking the length of it. It was gone just as she saw it, but she made out the distinctive blur of a body.
"H-Hey!" She shouted, still in her car, her brain struggling to make one hand open her car door and the other unlatch her seatbelt and her nonexistant but totally essential third arm radio in to alert her pursuit of a suspicious person. She was out of the car and taking off at full tilt toward the culvert and the person racing ahead of her.
"Ten-Forty three!" She shouted into her radio. "This is Officer Petra Vismuttilla, I'm in pursuit on foot near Kuninkukkula Drive and Rinne Street. Suspect may be the museum tagger!"
To the back of the person head of her, she yelled, "Stop!"
For just a moment, the target looked back, and Vismuttilla was struck by just how young he was. Just a kid, really. Still, his youth was not an adequate match on its own for her academy training and rigorous self-imposed fitness regimen, and she was soon upon him. She thought that if she leapt once, hard, and reached out, she could grab him... if she just reached...!