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Post by Poison Shot on Aug 13, 2011 1:20:29 GMT -5
*Flips out at the random person getting in my car* Who the F-
Oh Arson! Holy Shit! its been forever! You ok? Get the Med kit in the center compartment and see if we cant help the injuries to you guys. lets get the hell out of here!
*slides over the hood of the car and starts the car* Sarah hurry and get in! *Sarah gets in the back seat next to arson and gear*
We missing anyone? We have space for one more person. Lets get out of here before anything else happens!
*the engines rev's, music to my ears. Haven't seen my baby since the beginning of the Danger days*
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Post by Poison Shot on Aug 13, 2011 1:27:04 GMT -5
((off for the night, won't be back on till Sunday. Have a wedding to go to tomorrow... keep me involved and feel free to have me drive anywhere))
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Post by Arson Anthem on Aug 13, 2011 1:30:02 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm fine. *I answer automatically, reaching for the med kit. When I get it open, though, my hands are shaking so badly that I nearly drop it, so I take out some disinfectant wipes and bandages and close the kit again. I have so many cuts, scrapes, and burns, that I'm at a loss as to where I should start, and for a moment I feel like I'm going to totally break down into tears. Then I look over at Gear, and focus on cleaning him up as best I can. He's obviously as bad off as any of us, and nearly got killed by Max on top of that.*
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Toxic Panda
Crash Queen
Cute and Cuddly? Your joking right?
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Post by Toxic Panda on Aug 13, 2011 7:24:35 GMT -5
*I clutch my shoulder and scream in pain as a laser clips it. I turn quickly to see who it was and spy One Shot at the top of the hill. Cursing I shoot a few times then notice the others get into Poison's car and make my way toward ours. I reach it and yell to Panda and Acid* I think it's time to go! *I open the door and crawl in*
*I turn to see the others as Grizzly shouts* Guess we gotta make our exit huh? *I hobble toward the car and get in the passenger seat.*
*I nod and follow quickly. I get into the car and start it.* Never thought It would get this out of hand....
(I wont be one at all today so just say I follow where ever you guys go)
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 13, 2011 9:49:43 GMT -5
*I watch everyone else leave and push the feeling of hurt to the side. They couldn't have helped it. One of the few remaining Dracs gets into the van and slams the gas, lurching forward so that I fall backwards and hit my head hard on the floor. Fading into unconciousness, I feel the van start to move, and realize that I'm on the way to the city of which everyone's so scared. It's my last thought for a while.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 13, 2011 12:01:26 GMT -5
*When I get to the top of the hill I see an agent stepping back from the remaining crates and shaking his head. I can't hear what he's saying, but I can tell the remaining beattle bombs have somehow been disabled as well. The agent speaks to the surroumding employees for a minute and then everyone starts moving - some carrying the crates back down the hill, some loading the dead and injured into the vans, and the rest going back to their vehicles. I walk to my car and get in the front seat,waiting for Red.*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 13, 2011 13:15:11 GMT -5
*Beatles crunch under my feet as I follow Max to the car. Our mission has failed, but I'm too tired to care. Before I get in I look around, bodies white blips amid burnt dirt and sagebrush. The sun is low and the wind begins to pick up. I turn, get in the passenger side of the car, and immediately take off my mask. Even the steaming air in the car is preferable. I'm too afraid to look at Max, so I look down at the floor*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 13, 2011 13:39:20 GMT -5
When Red's in, I start the car and drive back to the highway. I dont say anything for the first haf hour,but I can't stop seeing Red screwing the gas mask filter back on. Finally, I break the silence* Why?
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 13, 2011 13:57:09 GMT -5
*I know what he's talking about, but I don't want to acknowledge it. I pick up the pad of paper I threw in the car before the fight and turn to a new page. My hand shakes a little from exhaustion, but I ignore it. I write: 'Not too long ago they almost stopped my training. They were going to wipe my memory and give me a desk job. They just told me, explained that I had to get better at interrogation. I was given one last chance'*
*I hold the pad out to Max*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 13, 2011 15:05:36 GMT -5
*I read the pad, not paing much attention to the road. The nearest veicle is a mile ahead, anyway.* So, what, you want tips? A chance to practice?
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 13, 2011 15:16:38 GMT -5
*I take the pad back and keep writing: 'They gave me a traitor to interrogate. He was a friend, someone I trained with. Turned out he had been sneaking supplies to the zones. I got everything from him. Safehouses, Killjoy names, locations. Took 3 hours. When I saw that killjoy, reminded me of- I don't know. I was an idiot. Don't send me back'*
I quickly hand the notebook to Max before I can change my mind. I don't even know why I'm telling him this.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 13, 2011 16:02:19 GMT -5
*I don't reply at first* You shouldn't get attached to people. It's a weakness to be exploited and it gets in the way of your job. *I'm silent for another long moment* But I won't request a transfer. You're good backup in a fight. Most of the time.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Aug 13, 2011 18:27:16 GMT -5
*I get a few of Gear's cuts and burns cleaned and covered, then bite my lip when I see his broken fingers. If anything makes me squeamish, it's broken bones - ever since I had my arm broken during the overseas mission. I think about asking for help, but Retro's passed out, Poison's driving, and the other girl is several years younger than me. So I get a few tongue depressors out of the first aid kit, glance nervously at Gear, and start trying to splint his fingers*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 13, 2011 19:14:31 GMT -5
*I nod in relief and notice for the first time that my arm is still seeping blood. I pull out the small first-aid kit and try to clean up the deep cut from the knife fight as much as possible before I bandage it. There's a burn on my back and I can feel the large bruise on my side starting to form, but there's nothing I can do about that now. I take some pills and put the kit away*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 13, 2011 19:36:11 GMT -5
*The rest of the drive passes uneventfully, although once I catch myself reaching for the radio dial without thinking about it. I haven't listened to music in years. I return my hand to the steering wheel, slightly disconcerted, and about an hour later the city comes into view*
(I'll start a new thread soon, or ask if Retro wants us to move to Orwell's thead, Red)
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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