{ but it was fun 8D And I didn't get struck by lightning }

Charlotte snorted at him. "Let's just go to the movies," she chuckled. "We can go on a high-speed police car chase later." She unclipped her seatbelt and glanced at him.

Jace snarled, pulling the knife out of his pocket. His flipped it open, and slashed at the man's arm. Blood splattered him in the face, making him want to gag, but he pusehd it aside and worked on wriggling himself out of their grasp.

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Charlotte rolled her eyes. She smirked at him teasingly, "You won't get a ticket if you let me do the talking," she said, winking. "I'm pretty good at persuading people." But despite this, she did her seatbelt up.

Jace lunged at the closest man, knife sliding into his chest with a sickening thud. The man staggered, dropping his gun, and Jace took the opertunity to grab it. He aimed it at the other man with the gun, eyes narrowed. "I feel so ninja right now," he muttered under his breath.

{ That's something I would say.

"I feel so ninja right now." xD }

Jace gasped, gun clattering to the ground as his fingers closed around the hilt of the knife. He staggered backwards, eyes wide, and then tripped over a rock hidden on the ground. He hit the ground with a thud, but nothing seemed to be broken or bleeding.

He gasped for breath as a buring sensation flared through his chest. The knife was wedged between his ribcage; directly inbetween his lungs. His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow gasps as he tried not to panic and breath. 

{ :C You just shanked my character. wth? }

Jace coughed, mouth filling with blood. "Quit," he moaned, grabbing her hands. "Quit pressing on my chest. It hurts..." He frowned, and swallowed the salty liquid pooling in the back of his throat. "I'm fine. It only...grazed me. Yeah. Hardly a scratch..." He choked on his own blood, struggling to breath.

{ Mouth-TO-mouth }

Jace started to answer her, but he choked again as he tried to sit up. A strangled cry escaped his throat. He snapped his head away from Angel and spit the blood in his mouth out, then slid back to the ground. He was panting harshly.

"I...don't...know..." he mumbled, mind flitting over yesterday. He realized numbly through the pain that he missed Erin. He felt bad for kicking her out. "Remind me to..." He was cut off as a fresh wave of blood choked him.

{ Give him mouth-to-mouth 8DDDDD }

:( She tried to, but he coughed up blood..)

( I I guess.)

Angel started mouth to mouth, trying to get him back to her.She kept at it, hoping he'd say something. " Please. Don't Leave. Me." she said, between each.

Charlotte only rolled her eyes and started to stare out the window absentmidedly.

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Jace gasped, sucking in air. His cheeks flushed when he realized exactly what Angel was doing, but instead of panicking, he pressed his hand on the back of her neck, and made it a kiss. Pain throbbed in his chest and the back of his head, but he promptly ignored it.

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Josh paused at the corner of a street, ignoring the derranged looks people were giving him. His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow gasps of panic. He sniffed the air again, but Erin's scent was disrupted due to the cigarette smoke.

He drew himself closer, narrowing his eyes as they watered at the sight of cigars and other types of inhalents. A familiar reek fillid his nose; marijuana, of course, which smelled aweful to a werewolf. He grunted and continued to follow her fading scent, ears pricked for any sign of danger.

The hair on his arms stood on end as he caught glimpses of knives, but Josh couldnt'd do much about it. It's not like he could shift on command, or control himself even if he could. Plus, he was conveniently unarmed, so if someone came at him he'd be screwed.

His eys focused on a distant figure, which his body automatically registered as Erin. He considered calling out to her, but bit his lip and decided better of it. Instead, Josh started to jog towards her, still covered in blood.

Josh hissed a swear under his breath, and followed her. Rain streamed down on him heavily, drenching his clothes. His hair stick to his face uncomfortable, and he had to suck in deeply to pick up her trail again.

He ducked through the ally, panting, and his eyes got wide as he saw all the warehouses lined up. There had to be at least 10. "Today is not my day," he mumbled bitterly, trying to sniff Erin out. 

There was a faint trail that led towards warehouse three, but Josh hovered in the storm for a moment, unsure. Lightning crackled overhead, and he huffed. If she wasn't in there, he'd have to take shlelter anyways.

Picking up the pace, he crept into the warehouse and looked around. The same familiar figure was perched on a wooden crate, looking at the storm with wide eyes. Josh called out hesitantly, "E-Erin?" He frowned when his voice broke, revealing his obvious pain. Damnit.