《Hannah Forteza and her Forte Persona》Chapter Seventeen
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IT WAS NOT ONLY an ordinary trembling of the land and rather it was an earthquake. Inside the ambulance where it already entered the place of its purpose, by the time the tires already stopped on rotating themselves, everybody inside the sedan felt that the vehicle was shaking.
Luke Barnabe, the driver of the ambulance, instantly released his hands from the steering wheel, having a feeling that when the time he made a brake, the problem occurred in the vehicle's mechanism. He turned around to advise the three girls which currently on board the ambulance and said, "Get out now!"
From the driver seat, whatever the driver had said, the two paramedics hadn't been informed, Nica and Lara were perplexed at the ambulance chassis by the time the prediction of the schoolgirl went true.
With a sharp tongue, never been The Epiphany's prognosis went wrong. Everything would happen based on what she said. Nothing more, nothing less, watch her mouth in order for you to know what would come. Smiling while she felt the sensation of the land's metronomic activity, she said, "Thank you for replacing my eyeglass," as she grabbed the sunglass that Nica had handed to her.
Skipping from the stretcher, The Epiphany tried to egress the ambulance as soon as possible. She planned to leap on the protruding portable bed and to open the door, determined that she should depart in the sedan as soon as possible-- but before she succeeded-- she suffered trip caused by the shaking of the ground where the ambulance was rested. Accessing an immediate medium in order for her to regain her balance, nonetheless, she managed herself and the sunglass to be safe.
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Chief Police Jim Cauldron halted on his pace en route to the uninvited guest of the flag ceremony when he felt his ground moved.
Slowly then undeniably he knew to himself that it wasn't just only his imagination, the land truly was moving. Everything in his mind's eye constantly lost balance. When his body cocked to this side, the landscape cocked to that side. Nevertheless, because he had a high level of response to the disaster, he knew what to do.
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He swiveled himself to face the assembly and turned his focus there. For recently his primary purpose was to approach the ambulance and ask for the reason why it was summoned, now it was different: Students, Teachers, and its Personnel must be guided accordingly.
He dropped himself to the ground, sought for the whistle attached on his uniform, grabbed it and blew.
The air from his mouth with regard to pressure had been entered to the windpipe, and because the inside of whistle had a made-from-metal ball, the sound produced using this portable-and-must-be-included-to-the-police-uniform apparatus was a high pitched.
That amount of decibels traveled well to everywhere with space by means of an air bourne principle. Three hundred sixty degrees heard the high note. Full of turmoil it made everyone turned to him.
"Everyone, Attention!" full of dominance as he said those. More to it he emphasized a particular action: he placed his left arm above his head by which his right hand grabbed his left-hand wrist. Pulling downward to meet his head, he said: "DROP!"
Everyone followed as what he commanded. By leading the misguided for the unexpected was happening. Being knowledgeable of what to do; therefore prohibiting the possibility of a stampede to occur.
Everybody folded their knees and sat to their current areas. Now all attention was pinned at him, waiting furthermore to be commanded. When he thought everybody was at their sturdy stance, he followed the next word: "HOLD!"
He repeated the same act as he did earlier: he placed his hands to his head, which everybody instantly extracted and practiced.
Even though the place where the assembly was being held was an open area, he knew what worst turmoil could do: make somebody became egoistic.
Free from everything, he hoped the Municipality of Pulupandan would be just fine.
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Thalia Valdez was on the stage of the aftermath when she lost her balance brought about by her left stiletto heel stepped on a steep surface. Her right foot stepped on the floor and her left foot stepped on the cadaver. Knowing that she had forgotten the setting, instantly she fell. Just like how the pendulum swung to the left, same as what happened to the scene of how she fell. If her feet was the pendulum, it swung to the left; but unlike the pendulum that was suspended, she was not.
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Suffering from a trip, she fell. Of many things that she might first land on the floor with, her head was the very first thing that after a short second of defying gravity, made contact to the floor.
Immediately right after this happened, for the very important part of the body suffered shock, she'd seen in her mind's eye, a collision.
Just like how the principle of the Big Bang was introduced to the world, same as how her mind reacted to the unexpected bumping of her head to the fixed platform.
Now, as she stared at the ceiling, she couldn't set aside the fact that either three things were happening right now to her, one thing or the other: she was suffering vertigo for her surrounding was moving, she felt dizzy; she was now unrelieved in her own self-awareness, right after she hit her head she fainted and dreamed; or maybe because it was just quaking. The last was the most obvious.
She remained calm while she laid supine on the cadaver. Her eyes found the hanging tied-in-a-rope corpse of principal Keen swayed sideways. Even though the disaster was still on the play, her sight transfixed on that view. She didn't move as it moved.
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Up above the ceiling housed the attic. Just like what was happening to its foundation, it suffered the same.
When the land distanced itself, it would do the same. Regardless of the gravity, air pressure, and thermometer: it should follow where its roots were established.
Filled with a synthetic light inside the room that allowed no sunray to enter, they remained calm as what they were always with the aid of air freshener that contained tranquilizer that had been placed at the mouth of an air conditioning system.
The glass cages where the two Chameleons impounded would slide from here to there. Not coping up with their shifting background, the two of them became visible to the naked eye.
Even though it was in the state of activity, the snake didn't feel like to fall under the condition of hysteria. Commonly with its ground was acting abnormal, it should also. But it didn't.
Capable of defying the gravity but with a recoil, two different breeds of birds didn't feel like doing it. The ambiance that although it was relaxing, it made them restless.
Two gray rats that when you first look at them your first impression would be that they were dirty disoriented burnt figurines encased in the glass. Remained their eyes transfixed at the hamster, they were motionless.
Licking its very well maintained black skin, the cat, at its all time-- even when it's quaking-- was in the best of its grooming.
Both fasten in a rope, three dogs, larger than their average breed sizes and were totally healthy, found this morning much more relaxing compared to the previous days they had. Slumping their body on the shaking platform, they enjoyed the felt of free massage on their belly.
Eyes wide open and all feet were on the ground. The spider, like a person with a multiple-based crane for support, even though it had already secured its stance on the base of its cage, when the ground moved, its legs toughness were tested.
The Hamster, in the concurrent situation of an earthquake, still found the resolve of its hunger. Remembering the location of its bedding-- where its food was-- it approached it.
Slowly but surely it avoided the shattered fragments along the way to its bedding. Months ago these smithereens had served as his cage. He never considered the cage as its home for the home never lost its freedom. And so as he right now.
With the earthquake was still on the play, it continued to elevate its magnitude. From there on, the attic could barely handle what it had already. One more second that if this quake continued to persist, it would no longer be able to retain its state. Just like a rubber band that when you stretched it farther than its elasticity limit, it would break. And so the attic was.
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