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riverviewlogs2017-06-19 07:37 pm
adiuvio) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-19 07:37 pm
closed; i really really wanna know
who: John "Baba Yaga" Wick, Spike, Cassandra Anderson, and Eddie Thawne
what: Burlesque show turned bar brawl turned uptown shoot-out turned getaway
when: Mid-Butterfly Effect
where: The Riverview Regent Hotel
warnings: Violence, grisly imagery, language, reckless behaviour & general mayhem
[ 9:15PM
Injured: 12
Dead: 5
An unlucky man at the Riverview Regent, and his equally unlucky friends, make the mistake of disrespecting the companion of a tall stranger in a dark suit. That stranger is John Wick. He is given no option but to teach the unlucky man, and his equally unlucky friends, a lesson in etiquette. A group of well-dressed gangbangers who have a stake on the hotel's turf join the fray with knives and concealed carry pistols. John kills five with a bottle of middle-grade whiskey bourbon. Four of the men die due to blood loss caused by severe lacerations to the stomach and face, and one by drowning.
9:32PM
Injured: 16
Dead: 6
The remaining patrons of the Riverview Regent's bar pour out into the lobby. John Wick walks behind them with a gun in one hand, and a man in the other. Two patrol cars and their respective police wait on the other side of the doors. They're too afraid to shoot through the crowd. John isn't. He disguises himself with the body of his hostage, who doesn't bear any resemblance to (himself) the described shooter, and takes out the officers from behind with close-proximity shots to their upper body armour. His hostage is killed in the skirmish, and discarded. All but one of the officers limps away to a safe distance to call for backup, the last is out cold. John drops him into the trunk of his car and closes it.
9:40PM - Present
Injured: N/A
Dead: N/A
John hears another siren a block or two over. He sets himself up on the hood of one patrol car with an abandoned police-issue rifle, and shoots out the tires as soon as he's sighted them, using his last bullets to send the third, and with any luck, final, patrol car careening into the nearby pedestrian railing. There isn't a real police presence uptown, where the crime rate is low, and the security is high. John doesn't kill cops if he can help it, uniforms are more trouble dead than alive, but he's not in the mood to go to jail.
Besides, he has a reputation to maintain. ]
Good evening, officers. Can I help you?
what: Burlesque show turned bar brawl turned uptown shoot-out turned getaway
when: Mid-Butterfly Effect
where: The Riverview Regent Hotel
warnings: Violence, grisly imagery, language, reckless behaviour & general mayhem
[ 9:15PM
Injured: 12
Dead: 5
An unlucky man at the Riverview Regent, and his equally unlucky friends, make the mistake of disrespecting the companion of a tall stranger in a dark suit. That stranger is John Wick. He is given no option but to teach the unlucky man, and his equally unlucky friends, a lesson in etiquette. A group of well-dressed gangbangers who have a stake on the hotel's turf join the fray with knives and concealed carry pistols. John kills five with a bottle of middle-grade whiskey bourbon. Four of the men die due to blood loss caused by severe lacerations to the stomach and face, and one by drowning.
9:32PM
Injured: 16
Dead: 6
The remaining patrons of the Riverview Regent's bar pour out into the lobby. John Wick walks behind them with a gun in one hand, and a man in the other. Two patrol cars and their respective police wait on the other side of the doors. They're too afraid to shoot through the crowd. John isn't. He disguises himself with the body of his hostage, who doesn't bear any resemblance to (himself) the described shooter, and takes out the officers from behind with close-proximity shots to their upper body armour. His hostage is killed in the skirmish, and discarded. All but one of the officers limps away to a safe distance to call for backup, the last is out cold. John drops him into the trunk of his car and closes it.
9:40PM - Present
Injured: N/A
Dead: N/A
John hears another siren a block or two over. He sets himself up on the hood of one patrol car with an abandoned police-issue rifle, and shoots out the tires as soon as he's sighted them, using his last bullets to send the third, and with any luck, final, patrol car careening into the nearby pedestrian railing. There isn't a real police presence uptown, where the crime rate is low, and the security is high. John doesn't kill cops if he can help it, uniforms are more trouble dead than alive, but he's not in the mood to go to jail.
Besides, he has a reputation to maintain. ]
Good evening, officers. Can I help you?
Timeline: Random interjections throughout the night - staring with 9:15
Frankly, it was the most arousing thing Spike had seen in his life.
And what of it if he happened to seal his lips over bleeding wounds during the fray? Waste not want not. There was enough of it on the floor that it was doubtful anyone would notice a pint or two missing, and the taste of fresh, hot blood was enough to make the headache worth it when he picked up a chair and threw it across the floor at a man charging at John while his back was turned.]
Sneaky twat.