Post by Martin Prince//Winthorp D. on Aug 1, 2009 11:13:46 GMT -5
(Continued on from Martin's exit of the bar.)
Martin stumbles as his alcoholic intoxication continues to consume him, his vision faltered and his movement groggy as he takes slow steps continuously down the concrete pavement. The rain continues to fall, soaking the fine-tailored shirt of the Atlanta native as he battles on to fight his drunken state of mind. He stops at the door of a vehicle, a silver Nissan Skyline GT-R, Prince fumbles through the contents of his pocket and pulls out some keys and with a press of the button, the automated clicking noise of the car's locking mechanism is removed. Martin gets into the car and rests on the leather seats inside, closing the door seconds after to stop the rain from wetting the interior of his car.
Martin Prince
"Damn them..damn them all to hell."
Martin sticks the key within the slot, turning it slightly and listening in on the engine as it makes an attempt to kick start into life, although with no results, the second try is the successful one as the engine revs itself into life and the stereo system is activated upon start-up, the loud bass of the music pumping through the car as 50 Cent's "Candy Shop" is played on the current CD track. Martin looks up and adjusts his rear-view mirror, pulling his seatbelt over him and clicking it in as he steps on the accelerator peddle.
Martin cruises down the street slowly at a speed of 40, although under the influence of the alcohol, Martin is brought into full temptation, pressing his foot down harder as his speed increases and is now zooming through the street. As Martin drives, he spots a nearby pedestrian, a dark skinned individual wearing a suit. He presses the peddle down completely and speeds up towards the pedestrian, who looks up in horror as the GT-R is only seconds away.
Martin Prince
"GTA, MOTHERFUCKER!"
The dark skinned individual is hit by the hood of the Skyline, he is sent onto the hood, and over the top of the car, hitting the pavement with a thud and continuing to roll as he appears unconscious.
Martin Prince
"Yeah! TEN POINTS!"
Martin's drunken bender however is brought to a sudden end, as his facial expression changes from excitement to shock, the attempt to steer away from collateral damage turns to nothing as he skids, the side of the car hitting a pole. The damage been done.
** Crime Scene, 11:42pm, Outside Apartment District (An Hour Later)
A team of paramedics pry the door open and bring Martin out onto a stretcher, Prince coughing up some blood as he opens his eyes to witness the events. His head clearing slightly as the time passes, but the pain coursing through his body keeping him unable to do any actions or give a sign on his conditions. A police officer nearby is tapped on the shoulder by his partner and handed a cup of coffee, they look at each other as they investigate the crime.
Fox Mulder
"Nissan Skyline, GT-R model I presume. This very car is responsible for the injury of a pedestrian on the street an hour earlier and was also the vehicle driven under the influence of alcohol. What do you think about this Scully?"
Dana Scully
"It's simple Mulder, this case should just be closed immediately and the cause of it being a DUI, this guy's blood alcohol level was above the normal level, severely. But it's strange though, of all cases, we're sent to a crash site."
Fox Mulder
"I don't agree with it too Scully, but the FBI just won't listen to us and our findings of the paranormal. They think we're just crazy. But they'll see one day, they'll see that the paranormal does exist, that the world as we know it IS being watched. Damn it, the TRUTH IS OUT THERE!"
Mulder looks up into the sky, squinting as he looks at what appears to be a UFO in the sky.
Paramedic
"As much as we love hearing about your stories and The X-Files, this guy is bleeding for god sakes, so can you PLEASE..SHUT THE HELL UP?!"
Mulder looks embarrassed, bowing his head down slightly.
Fox Mulder
"...Sorry"
EOT.
Martin stumbles as his alcoholic intoxication continues to consume him, his vision faltered and his movement groggy as he takes slow steps continuously down the concrete pavement. The rain continues to fall, soaking the fine-tailored shirt of the Atlanta native as he battles on to fight his drunken state of mind. He stops at the door of a vehicle, a silver Nissan Skyline GT-R, Prince fumbles through the contents of his pocket and pulls out some keys and with a press of the button, the automated clicking noise of the car's locking mechanism is removed. Martin gets into the car and rests on the leather seats inside, closing the door seconds after to stop the rain from wetting the interior of his car.
Martin Prince
"Damn them..damn them all to hell."
Martin sticks the key within the slot, turning it slightly and listening in on the engine as it makes an attempt to kick start into life, although with no results, the second try is the successful one as the engine revs itself into life and the stereo system is activated upon start-up, the loud bass of the music pumping through the car as 50 Cent's "Candy Shop" is played on the current CD track. Martin looks up and adjusts his rear-view mirror, pulling his seatbelt over him and clicking it in as he steps on the accelerator peddle.
Martin cruises down the street slowly at a speed of 40, although under the influence of the alcohol, Martin is brought into full temptation, pressing his foot down harder as his speed increases and is now zooming through the street. As Martin drives, he spots a nearby pedestrian, a dark skinned individual wearing a suit. He presses the peddle down completely and speeds up towards the pedestrian, who looks up in horror as the GT-R is only seconds away.
Martin Prince
"GTA, MOTHERFUCKER!"
The dark skinned individual is hit by the hood of the Skyline, he is sent onto the hood, and over the top of the car, hitting the pavement with a thud and continuing to roll as he appears unconscious.
Martin Prince
"Yeah! TEN POINTS!"
Martin's drunken bender however is brought to a sudden end, as his facial expression changes from excitement to shock, the attempt to steer away from collateral damage turns to nothing as he skids, the side of the car hitting a pole. The damage been done.
** Crime Scene, 11:42pm, Outside Apartment District (An Hour Later)
A team of paramedics pry the door open and bring Martin out onto a stretcher, Prince coughing up some blood as he opens his eyes to witness the events. His head clearing slightly as the time passes, but the pain coursing through his body keeping him unable to do any actions or give a sign on his conditions. A police officer nearby is tapped on the shoulder by his partner and handed a cup of coffee, they look at each other as they investigate the crime.
Fox Mulder
"Nissan Skyline, GT-R model I presume. This very car is responsible for the injury of a pedestrian on the street an hour earlier and was also the vehicle driven under the influence of alcohol. What do you think about this Scully?"
Dana Scully
"It's simple Mulder, this case should just be closed immediately and the cause of it being a DUI, this guy's blood alcohol level was above the normal level, severely. But it's strange though, of all cases, we're sent to a crash site."
Fox Mulder
"I don't agree with it too Scully, but the FBI just won't listen to us and our findings of the paranormal. They think we're just crazy. But they'll see one day, they'll see that the paranormal does exist, that the world as we know it IS being watched. Damn it, the TRUTH IS OUT THERE!"
Mulder looks up into the sky, squinting as he looks at what appears to be a UFO in the sky.
Paramedic
"As much as we love hearing about your stories and The X-Files, this guy is bleeding for god sakes, so can you PLEASE..SHUT THE HELL UP?!"
Mulder looks embarrassed, bowing his head down slightly.
Fox Mulder
"...Sorry"
EOT.