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9/11/2001: The beginnings.

Sep 11, 2008 13:59

Looking back years later, Mark would never know why he had decided to do a series on Battery Park during different times of day. He almost didn't go that morning, but waking up early, he caught a strange quality of the light through the clouds, and hopped on his bike ( Read more... )

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lvpd_sidle September 11 2008, 23:31:39 UTC

[ooc: Will be tagging and fleeing for an hour. Will be back on tonight.]

Not again, not again, NOT AGAIN!

After experiencing September 11th on her own Earth, Sara had consciously blocked out the date in her mind. Danny had been out of reach for well over a month, and she had spent that time completely terrified. September was significant only for her birthday, and nothing else.

She watched the planes hit and cursed, feeling tears spill down her cheeks.

Mark..I've got to find Mark. And Collins. Joanne. Oh God....

bohemian_mark September 12 2008, 00:07:43 UTC

Almost an hour passed, as Mark kept running in and out of the building, finding someone, and pulling them out of the smoking structure. More than a few stared at him, wondering why Mark Cohen would be risking his life in the wobbly, dirty, dusty structure.

He, however, didn't care. Each time he ran in and out, he was saving a life, helping someone out of the chaos, with no mind for his lungs or the massive scratches he was getting. A couple times various paramedics or fire personnel tried to treat or stop him, but he waved them all away.

As he helped, he listened. People were talking. The planes were an accident. The planes weren't an accident, they were a terrorist attack. Another plane had hit the Pentagon. Somewhere in Ohio had been bombed. Rumours flew quicker than the smoke poured out of the wounded buildings. Mark didn't care, however, just kept running in and out, pulling people from the chaos.

lvpd_sidle September 12 2008, 00:26:20 UTC

She eventually made her way to Ground Zero, joining the masses of volunteers. A mask obscured her face and she began picking her way among the rubble.

"Sara!" Collins was there, dust turning his skin grey and streaked with blood from minor lacerations and sweat. "Girl, get out of here!"

"You first!" she snapped back, glaring at him. "I'm looking for Mark."

Collins' skin turned even paler. "You don't think--"

"I hope to God, not. He was supposed to be filming at the park..."

bohemian_mark September 12 2008, 00:30:16 UTC

Time passed in a rush for Mark. The towers had both collapsed, and Mark had joined the masses of people digging in the rubble, turning his director's ears to any cries of pain or fear, tuning his sharp eyes to any movement in the chaos.

The world went by around him as he doggedly kept going, every so often pulling his cellphone from his pocket and trying a call. Nothing. Sara. Laura. Collins. Roger. He could only do what he could and pray to whomever was listening that his family was actually alright.

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