Re: Chapter 1: The Blue Heaven Ballroom
Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2017 3:55 pm
Isadora, Henry and Alice are outside now and can see Balzac and Ron a little further up the street. There are a few stragglers from the Ballroom left, morbidly fascinated by the unfolding events.
The focus of everyone’s attention has now entered the street, still moaning despite his face being a bloody wreck. The sirens have increased in volume all this time, and suddenly a squad car swerves into view. Seeing the bloody figure and attempting to slow down, the driver is unfortunate in that the man stumbles in front of the rapidly braking car, and is thrown against a lamppost. There is a sickening crunch as the body almost bends around the post, and it crumples to the ground, almost unrecognizable as a human form. Finally, it has stopped moving.
The policeman driving the car is transfixed in horror. Any remaining bystanders decide that now is the time to leave.
Two of these left the Ballroom behind Isadora, Henry and Alice. One of them is wearing the white uniform of the house band. He is carrying his coat over his arm and a case for a horn of some kind. Seeing Ron’s bloody condition, he asks, “You’re hit! My god, my god, you’re hit! Are you alright?”
The other can be recognized as the trumpet player. He recognizes Henry as the one who was civil to him earlier, and decides to repay the favour.
“Y’all be in trouble soon, lest you be movin’. Come on now, I know a way.”
He moves off, grabbing the arm of the man in white, and they duck behind an alley adjacent to the Ballroom. More sirens can be heard, quite close now.
The focus of everyone’s attention has now entered the street, still moaning despite his face being a bloody wreck. The sirens have increased in volume all this time, and suddenly a squad car swerves into view. Seeing the bloody figure and attempting to slow down, the driver is unfortunate in that the man stumbles in front of the rapidly braking car, and is thrown against a lamppost. There is a sickening crunch as the body almost bends around the post, and it crumples to the ground, almost unrecognizable as a human form. Finally, it has stopped moving.
The policeman driving the car is transfixed in horror. Any remaining bystanders decide that now is the time to leave.
Two of these left the Ballroom behind Isadora, Henry and Alice. One of them is wearing the white uniform of the house band. He is carrying his coat over his arm and a case for a horn of some kind. Seeing Ron’s bloody condition, he asks, “You’re hit! My god, my god, you’re hit! Are you alright?”
The other can be recognized as the trumpet player. He recognizes Henry as the one who was civil to him earlier, and decides to repay the favour.
“Y’all be in trouble soon, lest you be movin’. Come on now, I know a way.”
He moves off, grabbing the arm of the man in white, and they duck behind an alley adjacent to the Ballroom. More sirens can be heard, quite close now.