... parsing the sound to answer, and as I motioned for him to follow, I walked over to the wall and pulled the fire alarm. The scream of the fire alarm drowned out the rumbling, and I sprinted outside, followed by several people who milled like cows but then eventually flowed in the correct direction. People were in groups, and I could hear the "nigga nigga nigga" of my Chinese coworker as he kept ...
... so, Harry ran. He glanced over at Goyle and noticed some random items falling from the pockets of his jean jacket. Ah, got caught nicking. They turned sharp corners, stumbled down flights of stairs, and sprinted in front of oncoming cars. “Fuck! Hurry!” They minded the gap and squeezed past the doors just as they were shutting. Ah, the smell of piss, sweat and cologne, the best type of ...
..., but somebody already beat him to the punch. Jimmy stood there, crying like a baby, looking so confused "O-officer Haner? W-where's Johnny?" Brian pointed behind him and said "The bedroom" Jimmy sprinted past him and barged into the bedroom, without another word to him. Matt looked at Brian. Brian looked right on back. They opened their mouths and the same thing came out "What the fuck?"
After work, we sprinted up to Manhattan to rush for Billy Elliot - and there were no tickets to be had. Me: "Why don't we rush for Rock of Ages ?" So we put our names in for the lottery (to those unfamiliar - the lottery is done 2 hrs before the show and about 10-12 names are drawn; if it is your name, you win one or two ticket s , depending what you wrote on your slip, that tend to be ...
...there was no way to walk quickly. He looked down and tried to remain calm. I was pushed through the crowd and nearly got trampled. Finally, Rob reached the bulding that was their destination and sprinted in. My friends and I had nothing else to do and chilled next to a park while much of the crowd repositioned itself around the set. Rob stayed inside for a bit until filming ...
...there was no way to walk quickly. He looked down and tried to remain calm. I was pushed through the crowd and nearly got trampled. Finally, Rob reached the bulding that was their destination and sprinted in. My friends and I had nothing else to do and chilled next to a park while much of the crowd repositioned itself around the set. Rob stayed inside for a bit until filming ...
..., all sleepy-eyed and tousel-headed and just fucking gorgeous>— "Hey, Felix. What's going on?" Fenrir thrust the flowers at him. "Uhm, there's a note. Bye." He spun on his heel and practically sprinted down the driveway to where his car was parked on the curb. It wasn't until he was around the corner that he realised that he'd been driving with the parking brake on. --- Gibson had helped ...
... in a clearing to see a boy – too dark to tell who – rising up near Kiku. Kiku was crying. Akimitchi gasped for breath. The run had been difficult for him, though he’d sprinted as best he could. But he was no athlete. “Kiku! Kiku!” He was hurting her! Who is this bastard? The boy turned, and it was Daisuke. Of course. ...
...(Call me conceded, but I'm positive he liked us) We departed the theatre with a gruff "Bye Carl" from the Gruff Doorman. We then sprinted, and I mean sprinted, twelve blocks to the Civic Center BART station at 12:30A.M. in the not nice part of San Francisco. And we did indeed miss the final train....
... and throwing breaker switches. “I’ll go first and bring the truck,” he said, watching the floodlights outside cut off. “Boots off and sprint,” she ordered. “I’ll lay down cover fire.” He sprinted, dark clothing against dark terrain, and she watched him vanish with a grim expression. “I’m safer here!” protested Don, crouched next to the wall with her knee against his shoulder. “Let’s just...
