Log:Hell Cab!

2010/07/12 	 Bard Lily Sasha Spirit 1

Bard is sitting at a street corner busking as usual. He plays his guitar and collects what people give him, saving more and more each day for something big and or important.

Lily strolls out of the Corporate Tower, on her way somewhere.

Dorian is walking down the street, heading away from town hall, where he finished having lunch with the D.A., Richard Chamberlain.

Sasha skates down the edge of the sidewalk weaving in and out of the bustling crowds and cars. He grins upon spotting a familiar face busking down the street a ways.

Busking in Downtwon is good money. Right now, Bard has a small crowd, including a handful of suits listening to music on their way back to the office from lunch.

Bard begins to sing the words to the song he is playing.

Sasha skates nearer to the crowd of suits captivating by the music, a benign smile onhis face.

Over the airwaves of the city...

(911 Operator): 911 Emergency, what's the nature of your emergency?

(Terrified Woman): Help! I'm... I'm in a taxi and its driving out of control! Oh... Oh my God... we just hit somebody! the driver won't stop!

(911 Operator): Try to remain calm, we're dispatching a car to your GPS location...

Dorian reaches the area where the crowd has gathered, and stops to listen for a bit, watching the crowd.

Sasha stops at the edge of the crowd on the street side and apparently begins to listen to the music. He smiles as he bobs his head in time to the beat.

Under the cover of the music, while two of the suits are distractd, Sasha lifts thw wallet of each and repalces it with the wallet of the other man. He does not look down as he does accomplishes this transposition and shifts slighlty away from both when he is done.

Dorian ends up transforming back to his energy-form as he reaches out with one hand toward Sasha. Words appear in light right in front of Sasha, forming the following words, 'Put them back. Or we will have a problem shortly.'

The sound of honking horns and screeching tires precedes the crunch of one car ramming into another. There's an intersection about 120 m up the street where two cars have hit one another. The true culprit seems to be a taxi cab that forced the first car to hit the second. It drifts around the corner, driving at breakneck speed, pulling into the wrong-way side of York Boulevard. It doesn't show any sign of slowing down as it comes down the street towards the corner where Bard is playing.

Spirit pivots, noticing the car. Not sure he has enough time to do anything else, he raises both hands, and light emanates from his hands. The light forms into a solid light barrier between the car and the crowd. The 'light writing' he created earlier dissapates.

Bard sees the cab gets up. He moves towards the cab but finds a light barrier before him. . o (Dang it... if I can pop the tires then the speed of that car will drop heavily, drastically reducing the force of a collision.) He thinks and gets to the side of the barrier. . o (Wait, if I get the tire alone that'll cause the cab to swerve... Crud, I'm so freaking useful here...) He waits behind the edge of the barrier. "We need to take out teh engine but without causing a sudden stop the the taxi, or else the people inside could get hurt.

Spirit nods. "I thought of that...but didn't think I had enough time to drain the battery on the car."

Bard says, "Would be helpful."

The cab speeds headlong into traffic, showing no signs of slowinng down. Cars struggle to get out of the way, some crashing into parked cars, and others pulling up onto the tree-lined median of the avenue. The cab sideswipes a van as it closes towards the intersection where the heroes are.

SLAM! The cab blasts the van in its side, and the struck vehicle rams a parked car. The van's horn goes on and stays on. The driver inside is knocked unconscious, with his head resting against the deployed air bag.

Sasha rolls his eyes upwards as he murmurs, "Bozhe moi! This is an equivalent response?" He stands still and then murmurs, "Talk about a taxi from Hell." He raises his hands and then brings them down in a slightly claw-like, ripping gesture as if trying to pull at something. But otherwise stand still.

Sasha grimaces and flexes hsi fingers. "Dammit!"

The runaway cab begins to slow down and it starts to veer, drifting towards the treelined median.

Sasha lets out a slow breath and mutters quietly, "What do you know? It worked."

Bard looks to sasha. "what the heck did you do?"

Lily, seeing that the cab was still a hazard too a running jump trying to get in front of it.

Sasha looks back over his shoulder at Bard with a surprised look. "What? I was just trying to keep it away from me."

Bard blinks at sasha. "so you turned a taxicab potentially full of people towards a tree... correction Lily... okay maybe a little safer but still, you moved it from harming you to probably harming onthers? Why not jsut stop it?"

Spirit grimaces, and reaches out with a hand to try to draw off some of the energy from the vehicle, hoping to slow it down when the battery is drained. Light extends out from his hand again, reaching toward the engine compartment of the car...

The lights on the car flicker and go out, but its momentum still carries it towards Lily.

Sasha turns to look out at the street again, his gaze taking in the scene before him. He then shakes his head as he begins to skate towards the direction the taxi came.

The cab careens out-of-control for Lily. It's slowed down some from it's previous breakneck speed, but it's still moving quickly.

Lily put out her hands to grab the car, but didn't dig in her heels. . o O (I need let it push me back, but slow it down. Stopping it short could hurt the people inside)

Lily's heels scraped along the ground as she let the car push her back, stopping gently as her back heel touched the trunk of a tree.

"Get me out of here! Help!" There's someone banging against the tinted windows of the backseat of the cab. The voice sounds female.

Sasha moves back towards the group of suits. He mingles among them as the new excitement begins.

Lily tries to open the passenger and driver's doors (gently).

Spirit's barrier drops, and he flies over toward the car, and looks to Lily, "You're alright, I assume?"

The gathered crowd is buzz with excitement over the close call. Camera phones are out and they start snapping photos. With the barrier down, they begin to head over towards Lily and the stopped car.

Lily grinned at Spirit, "Of, of course, it would take being hit by a main battle tank or something to hurt me!"

Sasha sighs softly as he again works a wallet transposition. Then he brightens for some reason as a smile grows on his face.

Spirit lands next to Lily, but out of the way, in case she swings wide while ripping the door open.

Lily pries the doors off carefully, starting with the passenger.

"Oh, thank you!" A twenty-something red-headed woman scrambled out of the backseat of the car, so abandoning her things inside. She looks like a business type, wearing a tan summer suit.

Bard looks over at the car. "Wonder what happened..." He looks at the driver/driving mechanism. "That was really weird."

Sasha waits until Spirit is glancing in his direction, then he lifts the wallets again so that he can be seen putting wrong again what Spirit might think he is putting right. He gives a brief contrite smile to the hero then moves back from the crowd and down the street.

It's not possible to see the driver through the tinted glass of the front seat.

Spirit tilts his head as he glances back toward Sasha. "Hmm."

The woman bends over, bracing her hands on her knees as she tries to gather herself. "Oh my God... he wouldn't stop... he just wouldn't stop!"

Bard looks in through the door. "Um... Ma'am, Who was driving?" HE asks "Cause there is no driver and no automated system...." He comes back out with her things. "And here's your things." He offers her the cardboard tubes and posters and drawings.

Sasha skates down the street towards the maglev station.

Spirit raises a brow, and looks inside as well.

The woman shakes her head. "That's impossible," she says. "I saw -- " She falls silent in mid-sentence as her gaze comes across Bard.

Bard looks back at the cab. "Hm... Doesn't appear that anyone was in this cab at all." He looks at the woman with a smile. "Are you alright? I'm sure there will be paramedics here shortly.

Spirit climbs in to look around. "Huh." He backs out of the vehicle. "No papers for the driver, either. I also didn't see any kind of EM transmissions from the car, other than her cell phone."

The woman takes a moment to straighten out the rumples in her suit, and sweep a rogue lock of hair from her eyes to behind her ear as she answers Bard. "No... that's not right. There was a driver, some Indian man, I think, or from some country like that."

Bard offers a hand to the woman. "Come with me, You need to be seen by someone. It'll be okay." HE smiles, trying to charm her into seeing a doctor with him, because she may have something internally. "That is if you can walk."

Spirit nods. "And...the police might want you to help them put together a sketch of the driver."

"I can walk..." the woman says, but she does take the opportunity to lean against Bard a little as she tries to move carefully and gingerly. "Thank you, really," she says to Bard. "I thought that that maniac was going to kill me... I don't understand -- could he have slipped out of the car before it stopped?"

Bard has no -visible- issue with her leaning against him though mentally he's noting this is only to get her to come with him to see the doctor. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He says to the remaining heroes as the paramedics begin to arrive, heading towards one of them.

Spirit nods, and goes back to considering the car, and whether or not he spotted someone jumping out.

It takes paramedics a little time to arrive, having to fight through the traffic snaggle left in the wake of the maniac cab. In the meantime, the woman says to Bard, "A-Angela..." She's either still shaken up, or in awe of Bard, or some combination.

Bard smiles to her as he takes her to the paramedics. "Angela? That's a beautiful name. I'm marcus." He smiles to her. "Most call me Bard though." He helps her as best he can, trying to be gentle and not make her do something that could be overly stressful, keeping her at a comfortable pace.

"Normally, I drive," Angela says. "-- I've got a BMW," she's quick to add. She shakes her head, remembering, "But I couldn't find my keys this morning."

Bard nods. "It's alright, jsut relax, you've probably had a very stressful day, and we need to get you to relax, don't worry about it."

Dorian changes back to his more mundane appearance in a flash of light as he looks the car over some more, careful to not touch anything...since fingerprints might still be on the steering wheel.

Angela nods to Bard.

Bard decides to make causual conversation. "So what do you do?" He asks. "For a living that is."

"I run a real estate development company," Angela says. "Some residential, but mostly commercial properties."

Bard nods. "And what are the posters for?" He asks. "Also anyone whose property they didn't want to give up but did anyways?

Dorian walks back over to where Angela and Bard are talking...but not before telling the police about the 'mystery' driver...and that they might want to dust for fingerprints.

Bard gets Angela over to the paramedics. "I'd be happy to tell you about my work," Angela says. "Perhaps over lunch some time?"

Bard smiles. "Perhaps. But It would have to be professional as well... I'm taken." He states. "Don't get me wrong, and feel free to let me know if I misconstrued your words.