Everyone GTFO Like Right Now! (Open)

[James Tariq Al-Mansour]

"Out of the way!' James yelled as he charged through a crowd near the metro.

The reason why James was in such a hurry was because he was chased by a group of Skin-head Arab haters. He had dealt with them before but now there were five of them, and he didn't have anyone with him as before.

James hoped to loose them in the subway, the security will help with it, he didn't like the odds of taking four guys on his own. That is, if he made it. James pushed and shoved his way to get to the metro, but behind him he could still hear"get back Alqueda!" and "Get that Arab" James was starting to rethink the whole subway thing. What if the security thought he was actually from a terrorist cell, that would be worse than facing those thugs.

He got into the subway and started running avoiding both the thugs and the security, the chase was starting to attract some attention. James knew that sooner or later he will be caught, but he had no option but to run for now.

[Allen Daughtry]

Allen stood in the midst of an idle crowd, waves of mechanical and organic noise bouncing from the underground concrete walls in droves. Varying shapes of bodies and objects passed throughout the walk ways of the subway system, many focused on their own tasks - many unable, or unwilling, to keep their eyes on their own persons as their possessions were plucked away from them.

It was a practice of sorts, a way to stay sharp; from time to time Allen Daughtry threw himself into a large crowd with the sole purpose of pick pocketing as many pour souls as possible without being discovered. The chaos of a crowd was perfect for such thievery, and while the subway system could be hazardous for escape if unplanned, an experienced individual knew just how to get away unscathed. So far he'd successfully pulled four wallets in the back pockets of unsuspecting young men or the jacket pockets of unobservant businessmen. Women were typically a tougher target to crack - though they kept all of their possessions in their purse, they always kept a close eye on the bag when it was on their person, making it difficult to slip away with. Men, however, put away their possessions in their pockets and thought nothing more of it, making them ideal victims.

The day had been relatively uneventful however, until a chain of screams and hollers came from the subway entrance. In curiosity, Allen forced his way out of the crowd into a clearing in hopes of seeing some sign of the disturbance - to find an Arab teenager running at a hurry from a pack of bald headed assailants. As the group drew nearer to Allen's position, he quickly realized that the five men were Neo-Nazi skin heads yelling racial slurs at the Arab man.

'Fucking Nazis... came here to trash the local Latino crowd; they must feel like they've won the jack pot with this Arab guy.'

Stepping in the predicted vector of the group, Allen stood directly in the beeline of the Arab, staring back at him behind his polarized sunglasses. He knew there was enough clearing around him for the man to pass him - but he knew the five men would likely be deterred from Allen's own appearance. He was, after all, an Aryan like them - hell, the family German Cross helped even further.

Allen chose to lip sync a simple phrase to the Arabian as a way to try and show his allegiance, "Get behind me." The problem, however, was that he did not foresee any risk to the man's interpretation - after all, when a man's being chased by radicals, why assume a sixth is your friend?

To say the least, the next few seconds would be very interesting...