[ Majima moved into high gear, slipping catfooted over a thankfully empty desk to get himself behind Jake before they were both dead. He ended up grabbing the chair and steadying it through sheer force; if Jake ended up losing his balance, he'd just have to bear up the weight of both at the same time.
As the outer shell of his jacket brushed up against Jake's fingers, he might be able to pick up the following:
ooc: So the link above up to 22:56 is what I'm describing below, depending on how much information you want Jake to get! ]
A quiet street late at night: no passersby, only two people besides Majima himself. The first was a big guy -- shaved head, bulky build visible even under the heavy green parka he wore. The second was a young woman about Majima's age, clad in a house coat and clutching a long white cane for the blind.
"We gotta get that car," the big guy was saying. "More guys on the way, right? Gimme two seconds." And then he was jogging ahead of them, slipping into a pale green business van. Majima turned to take the woman's hand and lead her forward. There was the sound of a car ignition...
And then an explosion. The windows of the storefront in front of the van blew out; something heavy shattered its way through some unseen glass. Majima and the woman were easily blown backward by the sheer sudden force of it. Five, ten feet at least. Intense heat, sparks rising through scattered ash -- and as Majima struggled to look up, he could see that the interior of the car was a roiling carpet of flames.
"Makoto!"
The woman was alive, but semi-conscious. And there was something else -- an older, grey-haired man in a double-breasted suit. He was short in stature, looked almost like some pencil-pushing businessman. But as he walked toward them, past the ruined vehicle, it was clear he was anything but.
"You are the worst, buddy. How could you lie to me like that?"
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[ Majima moved into high gear, slipping catfooted over a thankfully empty desk to get himself behind Jake before they were both dead. He ended up grabbing the chair and steadying it through sheer force; if Jake ended up losing his balance, he'd just have to bear up the weight of both at the same time.
As the outer shell of his jacket brushed up against Jake's fingers, he might be able to pick up the following:
ooc: So the link above up to 22:56 is what I'm describing below, depending on how much information you want Jake to get! ]
A quiet street late at night: no passersby, only two people besides Majima himself. The first was a big guy -- shaved head, bulky build visible even under the heavy green parka he wore. The second was a young woman about Majima's age, clad in a house coat and clutching a long white cane for the blind.
"We gotta get that car," the big guy was saying. "More guys on the way, right? Gimme two seconds." And then he was jogging ahead of them, slipping into a pale green business van. Majima turned to take the woman's hand and lead her forward. There was the sound of a car ignition...
And then an explosion. The windows of the storefront in front of the van blew out; something heavy shattered its way through some unseen glass. Majima and the woman were easily blown backward by the sheer sudden force of it. Five, ten feet at least. Intense heat, sparks rising through scattered ash -- and as Majima struggled to look up, he could see that the interior of the car was a roiling carpet of flames.
"Makoto!"
The woman was alive, but semi-conscious. And there was something else -- an older, grey-haired man in a double-breasted suit. He was short in stature, looked almost like some pencil-pushing businessman. But as he walked toward them, past the ruined vehicle, it was clear he was anything but.
"You are the worst, buddy. How could you lie to me like that?"
There was a pistol in his hand.