Temporal Shift [Fedoras are always in style]

[Thaedael]

It had been any other day in the city of London, the casual ringing bells of Big Ben signaling the noon hour. People rushed to and from the length of the street, content for a small pause in their busy work schedules to take a break for lunch. The traffic continued to push deep into the city, crossing over the Thames river, the busy commute never giving up in the busiest city of the United Kingdom.

For as busy as it was at the street level, it was really below the streets that arteries of the city continued to run, the underground running at full capacity. What had begun the day like any other would only end in disaster.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Sounds fun! I'm willing to join.

[daxtinator396]

You have intrigued me sir.

[Thaedael]

[Moved it to the IC, totally had it in the wrong section - Join in at any time, will run from saturday 11pm my time (now) to Saturday 11pm.]

[daxtinator396]

(Ah okay)
Dax wanders through the city, lost in all the choas of city life.

[jayjaycaps]

Jason sits on a street corner, playing his harmonica. He played a personal favorite of his, a slow, sad tune called "And So It Goes". In front of him lay a brown, leather paperboy cap with some change in it.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire walks through the city. She looks for anyone who is still alive and anything that could be useful.

[Thaedael]

As he wandered down the street, the sights and sounds of daily life drowned out his inner thought. It was a hectic city, but the residents had it down to an art, well disciplined routines established over the the years to the sound of Big Ben's tolls. People dodged around him, hurrying between the trees of piccadilly street and the facades of buildings.

10-ton lorry trucks rushed down the street, going round the round-a-'bout several times, before careening off down their delivery routes. Curiosly a man bumped into Dax, knocking him to the ground, before continuing to walk off, his suit and hat blending into the wear of the business men.

[Thaedael]

@Jason.

He continued to play the harmonica, as a hurried man ran past him, wearing the typical attire of a business man, with a pointed fedora on his head. Pulling from his coat pocket, he tossed a wallet into the bag, full of cash, though lacking identification of any kind. "And so it goes, with applause the world ends, he shifted back into the crowd, disappearing once more.

[Thaedael]

@Claire

The sound of her feet crunch against broken glass, at site zero of the greatest disaster to have ever fallen the city of London, the epicenter of it all. The facades of buildings were collapsed, corpses strewn everywhere, clothes shredded and bloodied. This was the sight that Claire came to, having just walked out of the underground.

[jayjaycaps]

Jason stopped playing. Examining the wallet while putting his harmonica in his inside blazer pocket, he counted the money in awe. Jason didn't need the money, but it was always astonishing to see how much some people gave him, but this was more then anyone, every. "Thank you sir, tha-" Jason tried tot hank the man, but looked up to see he was no longer there. Putting the change from the hat into his pocket and fixing the hat onto his head, Jason tried to set out into the crowd and find the man to properly thank him.

[Thaedael]

@Jason

The aftershocks ran through the length of the crowd, knocking people over. Panic begun to set in, stampeding people running in all directions, ducking in and out of store doors to avoid each-other. Once more an aftershock runs down the street, buckling windows, panes shattering into a hail of glass shards to the streets below. The sidewalk buckled, a ripple of a shock-wave bending the sidewalk before sending it into fragmented shards, bowling ball size shards eviscerating people around Jason, the body of a man slumping over just in front of him.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire sighs. She wipes the tear dripping down her cheek and continues walking around. She sees a store and walks in.

[daxtinator396]

Dax fell as the man shoved him,"Hey!"He began to shout before realizing that the man was already gone. He got up brushing off his clothes and fixing his jacket.

[Thaedael]

@ Claire

The store doors stood ajar, their metal frames bent outwards and away from the inside of the store, their venetian blown glass windows having been shattered by the incident. She walked inside the birks diamond store, the display cashes having been shattered and looted shortly in the aftermath of whatever incident had taken place, the corpses continued to blot the landscape, the fine carpet stained red.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

A ten ton lorry was sent flying to the side, the road having cracked below it, giving way to underground below. People hurried back as the sink hole continued to grew, dropping people to the darkness of the underground, the electricity of the system having been shut off by a fail safe system. The warning klaxons of an armed car sounded, as a convoy of armored transports carrying soldiers rushed passed the square.

[jayjaycaps]

Jason panics. After wobbling and nearly falling from the aftershocks, he checks on the man who fell in front of him. He has no real medical training and can't do much for the man, but he checks for a pulse and for breathing. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit... Someone, help! This man needs help!"

[daxtinator396]

Dax rushed back from the sink hole and turned and ran down an alley away from the choas climbing up to the first level of a fire escape.

[Thaedael]

@Jason,

The panic is all encompassing, people running to and fro, ducking away from falling glass panes, the damage destabilizing the facades of the buildings. The man grabbed at Jason's arm, with weak strength, his face in agony. His milky eyes showed having come to terms at peace, before with a dying breath he choked, "Thank you... for caring..." he said, his body going still in his arms. The sound of Klaxons came echoing down the street, parting a path in the panic of the crowd, cars and people pulling aside alike.

It was a military vehicle in the drab green of the British military, followed in suit by armored medical cars, and city workers in the form of HAZMAT trucks.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire sighs. "Is there anyone else left alive?!" she shouts.