Post by Admin on Sept 7, 2009 19:48:37 GMT -5
Mr. Phan was something of a fixture at Gould, having taught there since the school had opened in the late eighties. He was grim and quiet, not the sort of teacher one willingly crossed. Some students claimed he had been in a war, but which war was never clarified. He certainly had the demeanor of the sergeants and marines as depicted by Hollywood, and most of the relatively wealthy suburban Californians could hardly tell the difference between Hollywood fiction and reality. The speculations of the students, as it happened, was not so far off reality this time; certainly it was more true than the whispers circulating that Silver was haunted (the fires and the murders and now the rats could hardly be coincidental, or so it was reasoned). Hauntings couldn't possibly be real (some said, though others disagreed), but Mr. Phan had definitely been in a war, of sorts, for he had once been a member of a group of thugs, exacting bloody revenge on those who threatened their territory and trafficking in drugs and other very illegal products. He had cleaned up his act and gone back to school, and it had been more than a decade since he had claimed allegiance to the Asian Boyz. This fact was irrelevent as far as the MS-13 were concerned; the death of one Cambodian boy in their territory had lead to retaliatory action by the Asian Boyz, and they had since discovered that the first victim of Asian Boyz vengeance had bled to death at Mr. Phan's back door.
It was such an easy thing, breaking into the school. There were no metal detectors, only silly little stickers on the door proclaiming it illegal to have firearms near the school. It wasn't as if the doors were locked, either; there was only a lone receptionist sitting in the office window, there to see that the students leaving early or coming late had acceptable excuses. She looked up at the tramp of feet, and asked in a very bored way for the four Hispanic men to sign in as guests. The men sneered, and with alarming swiftness the shortest drew his gun and shot her. The receptionist opened her mouth in surprise before slumping over. The men laughed harshly and moved on.
They stomped their way to the classroom they had been told Mr. Phan inhabited, but the only person there was a brightly colored red-haired girl, who looked surprised but unalarmed by their presence. When they asked where Mr. Phan had got to, she refused to answer. Velasquez thought it was a shame to shoot her (ideas were forming in his mind of what he could do with her) and so they roughly shoved her into the supply closet along with the paints and clay and construction paper and glue. They couldn't lock the door, so they scraped one of the desks across the door, feeling that this would hold her for the time being. It shouldn't take them too long to find Phan, and once they had dealt with him they could come back for the girl.
Through the halls they marched, grim and determined, four dark-haired figures come to exact revenge on an old enemy. They cornered one student at his locker, growling out their request for Mr. Phan.
"Mr. Phan? He...isn't....it's lunch time...." The boy stammered, looking frightened, "He's probably....probably in the cafeteria...." He had answered their question; there was no reason to keep him alive....
A scream rent the air as Zac Baxter fell to the ground clutching his chest, and the four men turned to see a young Asian girl paralyzed at the end of the hall. Quick as lightning Gomez turned his gun from the boy to the girl; papers scattered across the hall as dead hands loosened their grip on homework just finished in the library moments before.
Stupid girl, she had surely alerted the entire school to their presence, and sure enough within minutes the intercomm crackled to life, urging teachers to lock doors as the school was now under a red alert. The four hurried to the cafeteria, determined to find Phan before the police arrived.
The cafeteria was humming with whispers, wondering about the alarm that had just been issued. School shootings happened all over the country, but surely not here. Nothing could hurt them, safely ensconced as they were in a firmly middle-class area of town. But when four gun-wielding Hispanic men burst through the cafeteria doors, suddenly they didn't feel so safe anymore. Someone screamed, and Aguilar fired in their direction. And then chaos ensued, students and teachers panicking and scrambling for cover, and the gunmen firing in all directions, and Velasquez demanding that Phan be brought out to them or they would shoot everyone, but the order seemed pointless because they already were shooting at everyone...
OOC: Annie is locked in the supply closet in the art room. Zac Baxter has been shot in the chest but is currently still alive. Aimee Lim is dead. You may now react as you see fit, which of course includes injuring any sacrificial victims I failed to use here. ^_~
It was such an easy thing, breaking into the school. There were no metal detectors, only silly little stickers on the door proclaiming it illegal to have firearms near the school. It wasn't as if the doors were locked, either; there was only a lone receptionist sitting in the office window, there to see that the students leaving early or coming late had acceptable excuses. She looked up at the tramp of feet, and asked in a very bored way for the four Hispanic men to sign in as guests. The men sneered, and with alarming swiftness the shortest drew his gun and shot her. The receptionist opened her mouth in surprise before slumping over. The men laughed harshly and moved on.
They stomped their way to the classroom they had been told Mr. Phan inhabited, but the only person there was a brightly colored red-haired girl, who looked surprised but unalarmed by their presence. When they asked where Mr. Phan had got to, she refused to answer. Velasquez thought it was a shame to shoot her (ideas were forming in his mind of what he could do with her) and so they roughly shoved her into the supply closet along with the paints and clay and construction paper and glue. They couldn't lock the door, so they scraped one of the desks across the door, feeling that this would hold her for the time being. It shouldn't take them too long to find Phan, and once they had dealt with him they could come back for the girl.
Through the halls they marched, grim and determined, four dark-haired figures come to exact revenge on an old enemy. They cornered one student at his locker, growling out their request for Mr. Phan.
"Mr. Phan? He...isn't....it's lunch time...." The boy stammered, looking frightened, "He's probably....probably in the cafeteria...." He had answered their question; there was no reason to keep him alive....
A scream rent the air as Zac Baxter fell to the ground clutching his chest, and the four men turned to see a young Asian girl paralyzed at the end of the hall. Quick as lightning Gomez turned his gun from the boy to the girl; papers scattered across the hall as dead hands loosened their grip on homework just finished in the library moments before.
Stupid girl, she had surely alerted the entire school to their presence, and sure enough within minutes the intercomm crackled to life, urging teachers to lock doors as the school was now under a red alert. The four hurried to the cafeteria, determined to find Phan before the police arrived.
The cafeteria was humming with whispers, wondering about the alarm that had just been issued. School shootings happened all over the country, but surely not here. Nothing could hurt them, safely ensconced as they were in a firmly middle-class area of town. But when four gun-wielding Hispanic men burst through the cafeteria doors, suddenly they didn't feel so safe anymore. Someone screamed, and Aguilar fired in their direction. And then chaos ensued, students and teachers panicking and scrambling for cover, and the gunmen firing in all directions, and Velasquez demanding that Phan be brought out to them or they would shoot everyone, but the order seemed pointless because they already were shooting at everyone...
OOC: Annie is locked in the supply closet in the art room. Zac Baxter has been shot in the chest but is currently still alive. Aimee Lim is dead. You may now react as you see fit, which of course includes injuring any sacrificial victims I failed to use here. ^_~