Turn 2 - A shot rings out...

[Zed]

Turner nods to Richard as he passes through the now available space. "Thank yas kindly sirs, thank yas."

Turner makes his way to the stage smiling back at Richard for a moment, before he puts the trumpet to his mouth ready to join the afray. As the band quietens for a moment the band leader steps forwards

"Ladies and Gentlemen, his honour the Mayor is with us tonight - Congratulations on Re-election, Mr Mayor! That reformer thought he had you beat, but you can't keep a good man down. This songs for you...."

The song begins and soon picks up pace. A tune you've never heard before blasts out an irresistable rhythm around you the crowd first start tapping fingers and feet then some rise to dance, within a couple of minutes more rise and soon the majority of the audience are dancing....

A small, rat like man stood behind Manusco moves forwards, as the music beat increases and people make more noise he swiftly pulls a huge revolver from inside his jacket, sticks it to the accountants head and pulls the trigger. The band is loud, the crowd louder but nothing beats the retort of the gun as it goes off, spraying Jonathan with brain, blood and bone as his boss pitches forwards onto the table spilling whiskey, blood and brain across the table.

[SAN Checks]
Richard - succeeds 1 point lost
Alex - Succeeds 1 point lost
Luther - Fails 1 SAN lost
Jonathan - Fails 2 SAN lost
Jacques - Succeeds 1 point lost

Frank is too far away to see much although he clearly hears the gunshot.

Actions....

 

[Zeus]

ooc: thanks for picture, i cant work out how to delete this message :/ if you can as mod, please do.

 

[Sorontar]

Turning towards the direction the gunshot came from, Frank firstly looks for calm amongst the mayhem. Someone walking away from a scene of carnage, an upright body amongst those who are slouching and diving under tables.

Failing that he'll look for a man waving a revolver around like he's a conductor for the band.

His hands instinctively go towards his revolver and badge, although he doesn't pull them out until he spots something.

 

[Zeus]

As the gun goes off, Alex see's some of the spatter from the corner of his eye, as he's looking towards the centre stage. Immediately afterwards, he instinctively ducks and glances round. He tries to ignore the blood - afterall, he's seen worse in the army - and looks for the killer.
Assuming that he sees the shooter (which i'd guess is likely, he doesnt seem to be trying to be subtle here) he'll hurl himself at him, hopefully slamming his shoulder into the guy and trying to knock the gun out of his hand, or at least keep it pointed away from people.

(ooc: i'm assuming that i wouldnt have my revolver with me in a classy place like this, and that even if i had brought it (dunno what the streets are like between this area and home...) i'd have left it with security.

 

[Brutus]

Luther hears the shot and reacts as he always has done when a familiar high velocity crack finds his ears, only this time he is stopped in his tracks, the sound more like a close range impact, maybe point blank even?

Looking around him he can not see what was happening, he tries to spot the shooter with the intention of either disarming him or identifying him at least, Luther certainly did not want to add any more people to that already large list of KIA he racked up during the war. The thought of taking another life in all honesty sickened him, perhaps that's why he drinks so much these days but at least he is not drunk at that, fortunately sobering, moment in time, his right hand reassuring him of his pistol and knife his left grabbed the bottle of whiskey on the table that he had now decided could well be going over sideways, and he sure as hell was not going to allow his evening to be ruined.

[O.O.C.: Looking around Luther will only react if he spots the shooter and is certain that he is correct, if this is the case he will observe them and try to identify the person and any distinguishing marks about them, if he feels threatened, by someone pointing a gun at him for instance, the table will go over and his auto loader will be drawn, after that its the dices decision ]

Edited: For spacktard grammar and removal of O.O.C. stuff, and thanks for the stats Z!

 

[Zeus]

[ooc: yeh? meh, well, it seemed that it would be a bit odd to be packing a .38 and a bolt-action rifle in a posh club like this incidently, my character would normally try and stay out of situations like this, and just clear up the mess afterwards... but when theres people dying, he's not just gonna sit there and do nothing when he could try to help.)

 

[Cuthrose]

Johnathan Henderson

Johnathan Upon seeing his idolised bosses head blow into a pulp in front of him, lowers his jaw at lets off an almight cry of shock, The only think that mangers to bring him back to the really world is his natural Surival Instincts as he now realises that out of his blood and brain covered eyes, he see a man holding a gun, which is pointing right at him, his brain quickly pushes the thought of the dead man infront of him and froces the body in controls to dive out of the fireing arc of the assissian.

(OOC dodging out of the way like buggery)

 

[Cadfiel]

OOC At work so cant update. Give me a few hours and ill edit this with something proper when i get home.

 

[Gottaa]

Richard recoils at the sudden unfamiliar sound, and with panic in his eyes dives to the floor. Once safely under one of the nearby tables he lifts his head slightly and tries to look around for the gunman, pretty sure he couldn't make it to the exit before a bullet the more things between him and the gunman the better.

 

[Cadfiel]

The crack of the gunshot, the unfamiliar smell of the discharged weapon register slowly in Jacques sub conscious. Confusion, uncertainty.

THe cry of anguish from the young man on the adjacent table slaped Jacques attention back to the here and now, the cry of pain reaching down deep into the subconsious; Something is wrong. Run! Flee! Hide, but whats that behind him... As the young man moves Jacques sees clearly for the first time the scene beyond and then unavoidably to the figure slumped on the table.

"Oh my lor..."

Jacques froze, transfixed by the man who had been so larger than life not seconds before, someone to avoid, then again as survival instincts take over, his attention moves to the man standing behind with the still smoking gun.

Jacques half steps back, half crouches still looking at the gunman, out of the corner of his eye he can see the older gentleman now on the floor (ooc Richard) then for some reason Jacques attention flicks to the large texan before back to the gunman.

OOC Jacques doesnt appear to be reeling back but more poised as if to move in any direction, dodging if needed =)