[center][H1][color=bf00ff]Chen[/color][/H1][/center]

The moment the lighting broke through the screen of the mover, Chen let himself drop the the ground and slide under a few chairs. He had spent so much time writing about the chaos in Republic city that this action almost came as instinct to him. Maybe he was over reacting, though. Sighing, he spared himself a glance over the seats around him, cursing as he saw several masked men and women standing up.

Not overreacting.

A woman began to talk, speaking of equality and balance, and Chen quickly noted every word he heard, albeit in his head. If he survived, his article would probably be on the front page of the UDN. While he knew that the situation would only get worse, he couldn't help but feel a slight relish at this fact. All of this soon fled from his mind though, as chaos began to erupt. Huge masses of people began screaming, running for the exits. While normally Chen was void of such emotions, the fear of the crowd around him seemed to seep into his soul.

Emptier and emptier the theater became, and still Chen remained hidden in his place. Part of him was screaming for him to stand and run with the rest, but he wouldn't let himself leave the story behind. He had to see how the scenario was going to play out. The Avatar was here. Would he face off against the Neo equalists and survive? Would he flee from the conflict? Even with the apparent danger he was in, Chen felt anticipation and excitement well up within himself. Slowly, he drew a dagger and placed his hand on his throwing knives. If it came to it, and he was sure it would, he would be ready to fight.