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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 9, 2012 22:57:13 GMT -5
Blackie dear, what would we do without you? *I say laughing. I type a few words and hit enter.* We can access the alarms from here. Fire, chemicals, killjoy outbreak? We have all of BLI at our fingertips ....
((Sure, its fine with me))
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Post by petroleumblaster on Jan 9, 2012 23:31:52 GMT -5
*I squint at one of the screens. The scene is mostly black, but then flashes to an elevator scene* Hey! Hey, guys, the other team is on an elevator! And some of them are hurt...
*The screen flashes to another image* Blackie, can you bring that one back? They didn't have Retro, Jumps was holding someone else...
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 9, 2012 23:33:51 GMT -5
*I reach the end of the hall and Arson pushes the elevator button. As the doors open Gear and Renegade arrive with Twisted. We all pile in as best we can. Red shifts and lifts her head, but she's not looking at me, she's looking at Arson...*
[Transferring from 'For Science!' p.7]
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Post by Cynical Paranoia on Jan 9, 2012 23:40:45 GMT -5
~Getting to one of the higher floors, the doors open and she steps out of the elevator. Once again averting her eyes from the cameras, she runs down the still empty hall before reaching a door, hearing muffled voices coming from the inside. Cautiously she walks up to it, her ray gun drawn as she knocks gently~
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 9, 2012 23:43:48 GMT -5
*I lean against one wall of the elevator, feeling exhausted. And we're only halfway through this crazy plan, too. I put one hand over my cut, pressing down despite the pain, to try to slow the bloodflow. It's deeper than I thought. When I glance across the cramped elevator and meet Red's gaze, however, I forget all about it. I hadn't got a good look at her before, but she really looks terrible; I can barely believe she's still alive. The bruises, the needlemarks, the emaciation... it hurts to think what she must have been through. I reach out with my right hand - the one that's not covered in blood - and touch her arm lightly* We're here, Red. We're going to get you out.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 9, 2012 23:46:39 GMT -5
*I take my bandana off when I see Arson's arm, and quickly wrap it a few times around the gash, knotting it tightly before she can stop me. She looks over when I do so, and I say,* I've got my goggles. They're better than nothing.
*She hesitates, then nods and turns her attention back to Red*
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 9, 2012 23:57:05 GMT -5
They made it! So....*One of the men on the ground starts shifting and moaning.* What the hell?
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 10, 2012 0:09:24 GMT -5
*I shrink a little from her hand automatically. Moments later I realize I trust Arson. The movement of the elevator, or maybe just being held, makes me a little dizzy. Maybe it's the elevator or the past half-memories of this killjoy, whatever BLI didn't erase, but I make a decision. I hesitate, then hold out my hand a bit. I know I've been conditioned not to like physical contact, Wilson told me as much, but I've been so alone...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 10, 2012 0:32:30 GMT -5
*I take her hand gently, trying not to hurt her, and when Jump looks from her to me I'm grateful again that our medic doesn't discriminate between killjoys and BLI. Not two seconds later, though, I have to let go as the elevator doors open and I raise my gun along with the others*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 10, 2012 0:40:11 GMT -5
*I stood by the elevator, hand on my gun and ready. A group of dracs walks past me at one point but I quickly hide my gun and pretend I'm irritated with the lift. They stop and talk for a few minutes until I manage to explain that the elevator 'isn't working'. They soon they go on their way and I pop a few pills to reassure myself that everything is going smoothly. With luck they'll get Red out of there alive and healthy. But I'm wrong because I soon see the doors open up I get a glimpse of everyone and I automatically pale.* Well shit.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 10, 2012 0:51:13 GMT -5
*I'm a little upset when Arson takes her hand away so quickly, but then the doors open and I catch a glimpse of Sylvia. Putting it together, I finally realize they are planning an escape. I shrink a bit into the killjoy doc, not wanting to get in the way. I have trouble moving my neck a bit thanks to the grip LaCY had on me and I am grateful she wasn't able to fully crush my windpipe. If we get out of this I'll owe these killjoys alot*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 10, 2012 0:59:09 GMT -5
That's one way to say it. *I make way for the others as we hurry out of the elevator and start down the hall. Renegade's still got his map, and since Twisted's doing well enough now that we don't have to hold him up, we can check the map as to the quickest way back to the first basement we came up in. Before we get too far, though, I hold out a hand to stop the others and turn to Retro* Retro. Are you leaving the Tower with us? Yes or no?
*Out of the corner of my eye I see Arson turn to look back, but I ignore her. If Retro's not coming, I don't want her knowing the way out.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 10, 2012 1:05:47 GMT -5
L-leaving the tower? *I stutter and stare at him, a bit shocked. I glance around at them, they're all staring and my brain freezes up. I knew they had come to help me escape but suddenly the thought of going back to the desert upsets me. It takes me a bit but eventually I let out a long sigh and look at the ground, shaking my head.* I don't think I can. Not now. There are things I have to do here. I'm sorry. *I feel their eyes on me and shrink inwards a bit. I feel guilty. So guilty I feel sick.* At least let me help you guys out. I'll make sure the coast is clear or something....
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 10, 2012 1:10:54 GMT -5
No, Retro, you have to come with us! *Gear puts a hand on my shoulder but I shrug him off, taking a few steps back towards Retro* Please! You don't belong here - we need you out there! *She doesn't say anything, and I feel my heart sinking. My next words are quiet* Are you going to come hunt us, then? Don't make me dig it up, Retro, please.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 10, 2012 1:24:54 GMT -5
*I cringe at her words, they feel like salt in a wound. I shake my head, not really knowing why I want to stay, just that it feels right. That this is what I want and that I was never really happy in the zones. I don't care if it's the medication talking or it's me but it feels good. I shake my head again, taking a step back and raising my hands up a bit defensively.* I really am sorry Arson, you have no idea. I-I won't hunt you down. *I don't know what I'd do in that situation. Maybe I should get a different job title. Not being a drac would mean not hunting them.* P-please don't dig it up. It won't do anything and it certainly won't be worth it in the end, will it? I'm sorry. Just go, and hurry before the other dracs find you!
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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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