David takes 2 damage and is down to Injured. He loses One die to all physical actions and his running speed is halved. (meaning your successes for running are divided by 2 before compared to Zaines for catching you. And Buggy, if you want, jump in wherever.
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The pain is quick, like a punch in the back of the head. David will feel the .357 slug buried in his greymatter. It would have been a killing blow if he werent already dead. It burns and his skull is obviously damaged, his vision blurs a moment and his speed will suffer...  

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David, staggers...but keeps running, no search for cover this time, simply moving away as fast as his legs can take him.

2008-08-03 23:59:28 David Cohen rolls 3 dice to Gimp Run...((no cover)) 5,10,10 (2 successes)

Half successes still puts david at 5 successes ahead of Zaine. Theres too much activity to shoot again. Zaine can continue to chase, but if David remains 5 successes ahead for one more round Zaine will lose him in the streets, alleys or wherever.
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Even with people taking cover or running teh streets are still busy enough to lsoe David. Plus Zaine can hear sirens coming from every direction...

((Yer up Zaine...don't got tons O time, going ta war next month and all))

Gunshots, sirens...and a gimping along David.  Beaumont shook her head as she moved to position herself ahead of the slow moving kindred...she wouldn't be straying far from the alley...just making sure he could see her...she gave him one wave in silence, before she returned to the safety of the darkness...she wasn't going to chase him down to get him away from her...damnit...she'd already missed out on a meal.  There had better be a damn good story to go with this little escapade...

He feels the hole in his head, and damn it hurts...spoting Beaumont he pulls his tweed jacket up behind his head to cover the wound.  He runs past her alley without a word, but he does gimp his way into the next alley.

[David Cohen] He scrambles further into the dark alley.
[Beaumont] Beau muttered something under her breath as she moved on towards the next alleyway, intercepting David on her way..."Certainly the last person I thought to be getting into trouble David...Chess game go awry?"
[David Cohen] ::eyes Beaumont...winceing...:: When your t-t-told to buy a c-c-cigar or get out. One should do so. Lesson learned.
[Beaumont] Beaumont arched a brow and shook her head..."A cigar? I missed dinner because you were too cheap to buy a cigar David? You're not serious..." In the back of the alley she scratched at the little beasties infesting her...looking rather...agitated...go figure.
[David Cohen] I c-c-could go for a rat right now...if you have any t-t-to spare. :;chuckles softly::
[Beaumont] "I'd avoid them around here...parasite problem..." She said lifting a fat tick out of her skin, ass throbbing with the viate it had stolen...
[David Cohen] We shouldn't stay. ::hearing sirens:: And I'll share once we're safe.
[Beaumont] "I'm sure this isn't going to go over well David...but I'm sure that this is the...quickest way out..." She gestured to a manhole cover, part of her mind thinking it was worth any bit of flack she'd catch to have a blue blood wadeing through shit and slime...even if it was one she didn't hate...
[David Cohen] ::is about to reply...but simply shrugs instead:: Lead t-t-the way.
[Beaumont] She didn’t plan on keeping him down there long...just long enough to get over a few blocks and away from the sirens. The manhole lid was lifted..."You first...gotta put the lid back..."
[David Cohen] Wise...I doubt I have your strength. If it were not for Fortitude. ::and down he goes::
[Beaumont] Beaumont shook her head at the comment humor seemingly lost in the moment...stupid missing meals....carefully the cover was slid back into place after she descended...
[David Cohen] ::lowers his jacket...absently poking a finger into the hole in the back of his head:: He was quite t-t-the shot. Fairly dark in here. ::states the obvious::
[Beaumont] "Keep your voice down..." Up to their thighs in human excrement and waste...Beaumont fished out a flashlight and flicked it on..."Now who shot you? Over...a cigar?" She really couldn't quite believe it...she'd heard of a two drink minimum but never of someone breaking out a gun over such things...
[David Cohen] Do you have another? ::nods toward the flashlight, of course she does::
Beaumont] She gave David a glow stick....she needed her flashlights damnit..."That'll have to do...Now...back to details..."
[David Cohen] ::takes the stick, then looks down at the sewer water sloshing around his ankles:: I imagine I owe you a boon?
[Beaumont] "Imagination does little in the way of keeping things straight...in this case however...I'd have to agree." Ankles...up to thighs...not quite the same...Beau continued to wade through the muck without much thought for it...she did wish she had this on tape...
[David Cohen] T-t-then...::even with a gaping bullet hole in his head, he wheels and deals:: For t-t-the tale, I'll only owe you a minor boon. ::smirks::
[Beaumont] "How about...For the tale...I won't leave you wandering aimlessly down here with a bit of two hour glowstick..." Beaumont didn't stop moving though...she deviated slightly from what looked to be the main path of things and started down a much smaller corridor...that would require crawling to get through...
[David Cohen] Minor Boon...or I find my own way. ::then plops the glowstick into his teeth, you wouldn't know it to look at him, but David has seen war...in the Russian trenches::
[Beaumont] "Enjoy yourself then Mr. Cohen..."
[David Cohen] T-t-two Minor Boons? ::he offers, he may be proud, but he isn't stupid::
[Beaumont] "The Tale..two minor boons...and dinner to make up for the beautiful little thing I had plans with before your contact." Beau wasn't unreasonable...was she?
[David Cohen] A deal t-t-then. ::he'd shake on it, but right now he's face first in a mole tunnel...staring at Beaumont's ass::
[Beaumont] and what a lovely ass it was...creepy crawly little parasites taht crawling over the fabric in the dim light provided by the flashlight and glow stick...
"Good...now...details?" yes now...as they were crawling through raw sewage....
[David Cohen] I entered a simple C-C-Cigar Lounge, C-C-Captain Redundants....an odd place. ::still crawling::
[David Cohen] Are you recording t-t-this?
[Beaumont] "You entered a cigar lounge, and didn't buy a cigar?"
[David Cohen] I don't smoke...regardless I asked about t-t-the odd statue.
[Beaumont] "Odd statue?"
[David Cohen] Oh yes. ::he puts his hand in something squishy, ignores it:: I was t-t-told that one c-c-can get local c-c-color by asking about C-C-Captain Redundants t-t-tale. I was lied t-t-to.
[Beaumont] "How...like the world to lie..." She continued to lead him through the tunnel, until it opened up to what looked like a dead end with a ladder going up..."This is where you get off Mr. Cohen...I'll contact you tommorrow about dinner arrangements."
[David Cohen] Dinner and a t-t-tale. Easily done.
[Beaumont] Beaumont would make sure that he got out of the sewers...and close the hatch behind him....it had been a productive night afterall hadn't it?
[David Cohen] ::and on the street...a phone call is made, ten minutes later a sedan pulls up...David darts out of the alley and into the vehicle...heading off::

((Continued in Venture Estates))  

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