Midwestern angel

[saph]

Saphyre was litterally just swept up by the wolves she barely managed to hide her yelp of surprise as she was rushed out forced to follow in hiero's wake. If anything it looked like a big huge odd situation she knew why the police were there she was one of teh amin witnesses that had found the body she was going to be lucky if she didnt have cops show up at her place in the monring.

"Good lord Hiero I hope you know what your doing" she muttered it to herself but if someone heard her she couldn't tell she just ran with the rest of them

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Cameron was by trade an actor, by day a student of the arts, and by necessity a waiter. She was running as usual late for her shift. Sadly luck was all against her today as upon entering the building she was swept up in the rush of bodies being cordoned off so that the local police could conduct her business. It would be on of the things she missed when her looks and talent carried her to the red carpets of Hollywood. Life happenings.

She read that being able to disappear in a crowd was what stars missed most. So she took the moment to do as her acting teacher instructed her. She involved all of her senses in the moment. Her eyes took in the mildly bored rubbernecking of those near her. Her nose took in the profusion of scents most of them liquor laced. She strained her ears to listen over the din of voices clamoring for speed so that they could continue their merriments. She felt the press of bodies as everyone was jostling for one vantage point or another.

Just as she was sure there was nothing that she would mark as discernibly different, just as she was preparing to file this under just another day in the city it happened. She saw the model handsome detective or inspector stroll in his eyes perfectly movie glinty. His suit caressing him with the rumple she thought only possible on the silver screen. It all sped up from there he pulled his firearm and began barking orders.

The uniformed cops fell into step with him. Even as she was only a bystander she felt her heart rate increase. The men and women some had already drawn their weapons seemed to be moving through molasses moving toward a darkened area of the floor. She could feel the danger of the place it was as if all the closets of the world emptied out into that space. As her heart sped more time itself seemed threatening to stop.

As the cops circled the area the silence was broken by the detective barking an order. At her towering height of five foot two she couldn't make out anything down the hall but she felt it. Like a slow building scram rushing forward she heard of movement. She heard the rumbling voice so deep and feral the words were unintelligible to her ears. Then the darkness exploded into a rush of bodies. Several men and a woman whose attractiveness made Cameron rethink several things about herself. She was blonde and petite and quick as a whip crack. In the rush Cameron saw several officers knocked to the ground. She wanted to keep her eyes on the fleeing group but it was as if she were staring into the sun. They were moving at such a speed that it was hard for to focus on them.

She tried as hard as she could to pick out some feature to hang her memory on. The only thing that came to mind was hair. long flowing locks' the man in front had and dark skin. The woman was blonde and pretty of fair skin. The others were hairy and swarthy and tall and short and it all began jumbling from there. So busy was she in trying to sort things out she didn't hear the report of the firearms. The officers were firing into the nearly disappeared group of people.

She knew that they were attempting to do their job but she hoped that they missed. Nothing as beautiful as those who sped by her deserved to be caught. She was thinking the same thought too herself as her legs gave out. Her stomach felt as if had imploded. She was in such shock she didn't realize that she was on her back or that the nice lady who had called the cops the gestapo had raised her shirt and was holding her hand to the gaping wound.

She tried making small talk but all that came out was pretties. Too tired to try and involve herself further in the scene of the moment Cameron closed her eyes. through her lids she watched as everything got darker and darker. She couldn't feel the frantic effort of the EMT's that had arrived as if by magic. She couldn't here the chaos around her. She could however see the scene her soul flittering up and out of her body, The credits beginning to roll. Some deep resonant voiceover being done. She began cycling through actresses to play her in this movie.

Quickly running out of ideas she knew that there was only one actress that could herself. With a sigh worthy of an Oscar Cameron Rachel Muensterman expired her troubles and worries leaving with her. She was no longer late but "The Late" aspiring actress cut down by a stray police officers bullet. Her story over the repercussions of her passing only beginning...