Post by Deadline on May 17, 2017 5:54:58 GMT
Another day, another protest gone violent in the middle of London. With yet another request for better omnic rights in the United Kingdom turned down by the British government, protesters had taken to the streets. While most of the protesters were omnics, there were also plenty of humans among them to support their cause. The protests were going well at first, with humans and omnics marching around, holding signs and loudly demanding to be heard. Sadly, as with a lot of other protests lately, emotions ran too high. To control the crowd, riot police had been sent, but some protesters didn't want to be controlled. After two hours of tense protesting, the first protesters attacked the police, after being pushed back roughly and falling down. Moments later, molotov cocktails and rocks were tossed from the protesters' side, while the police got out the rubber bullets and water cannons.
Deadline was reporting all of this, as she stood at the side of the streets, just outside the crowd. "Things are getting way too tense here, viewers." Deadline spoke to a small camera drone, that was flying in front of her face, while another drone flew a little higher to provide a wide shot of the protests. "There have been no reported casualties yet, but one can assume it'll only be a matter of time until someone gets caught in the crossfire." The reporter had to raise her voice, for the shouting of the protesters was nearly the only thing she could hear at this point.
Deadline turned to face the crowds, not only shooting more live footage, but also just taking in the situation she was reporting on. A group of protesters on the other side of the broad street ran inside, covering their face after a tear gas grenade had been tossed at their feet. An omnic in cheap and worn clothes was tossing cans of soda at the heads of riot officers. An old man was standing in his doorway, looking in terror at the violence going on in front of his home. And at that moment, Deadline noticed a protester tossing a molotov cocktail at one of the officers standing near that home.
As fast as she could, Deadline took out a device that looked much like a TV remote, and aimed it at the old man in the doorway. With the press of one button, the old man and Deadline switched places. As soon as the reporter had teleported into the doorway, the molotov cocktail hit the officer's shield, splattering flaming liquids straight at Deadline. The woman turned her back to the liquids and covered her face, while the molotov's fuel splattered onto her armored clothes. She grunted as she wiped the liquids off her, before gesturing to the old man nearby to go back inside.
Just as she was about to go back on the streets, Deadline was stopped by somebody. What did they want?
Deadline was reporting all of this, as she stood at the side of the streets, just outside the crowd. "Things are getting way too tense here, viewers." Deadline spoke to a small camera drone, that was flying in front of her face, while another drone flew a little higher to provide a wide shot of the protests. "There have been no reported casualties yet, but one can assume it'll only be a matter of time until someone gets caught in the crossfire." The reporter had to raise her voice, for the shouting of the protesters was nearly the only thing she could hear at this point.
Deadline turned to face the crowds, not only shooting more live footage, but also just taking in the situation she was reporting on. A group of protesters on the other side of the broad street ran inside, covering their face after a tear gas grenade had been tossed at their feet. An omnic in cheap and worn clothes was tossing cans of soda at the heads of riot officers. An old man was standing in his doorway, looking in terror at the violence going on in front of his home. And at that moment, Deadline noticed a protester tossing a molotov cocktail at one of the officers standing near that home.
As fast as she could, Deadline took out a device that looked much like a TV remote, and aimed it at the old man in the doorway. With the press of one button, the old man and Deadline switched places. As soon as the reporter had teleported into the doorway, the molotov cocktail hit the officer's shield, splattering flaming liquids straight at Deadline. The woman turned her back to the liquids and covered her face, while the molotov's fuel splattered onto her armored clothes. She grunted as she wiped the liquids off her, before gesturing to the old man nearby to go back inside.
Just as she was about to go back on the streets, Deadline was stopped by somebody. What did they want?
