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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 10, 2012 1:27:57 GMT -5
*Arson starts to reply but I pull her back, more forcefully this time. Retro's right, we need to move*
I think you should stay here, Retro. *My voice is hard, though I can't bring myself to be really angry at her. I don't know why she's choosing this, but if there's one thing a killjoy should do, it's letting others live their own lives.* We're leaving, and I don't trust you not to give away the entrance we found. I know we're probably on camera somewhere, but still. *I pause, then add* And good luck. Stay shiny.
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 10, 2012 1:35:40 GMT -5
*i finally start to wake up and i hear the conversation* where....where am i? did we win?.... * i push off whoever is holding me up and shake my head a few times to wake up* anyone have my bag? i need my caffine pills....
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 10, 2012 1:41:53 GMT -5
*I let Gear start to pull me away, but then stop one more time. I search Retro's face for any sign of hesitation, any hint that she'll change her mind and come with us, but I don't find anything.* I have to get it, Retro. Maybe you won't come after us now, but the city changes people. You can't guarantee anything. I just pray I'll never have to use it.
*I look down at the bright white tiles, scuffed by our filthy shoes and stray drops of blood, then back up at my friend. Or maybe ex-friend now... because how can we ever trust each other when we're fighting on opposite sides?* We'll help Red as best we can. If anyone can save her, it's Jump. And... and I'm sorry too, Retro. *Distant footsteps sound in a connecting hallway, and Gear pulls at my arm but it's still hard for me to turn away*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 10, 2012 1:49:12 GMT -5
*I blink away any hurt and take a shuddery breath, just nodding my head in reply. I watch them begin to run away, quickly changing my facial expression. I'll miss them but that feeling shouldn't last long and that thought comforts me. Right before they disappear I take a step forward and call out.* Wait! Red! *I quickly fumble around in my pocket and find a black square box which I slide across the floor to her.* Art is the weapon, right? Ha. *I smirk and wink before running in the opposite direction, towards where I 'think I hear the intruders'.* (gift: 24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lotrrqDXQv1qidq50o1_500.jpg) |
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 10, 2012 2:02:24 GMT -5
*The killjoy doc is thoughtful to face me towards Sylvia as she calls for me. She slides a box towards us and I look at it curiously. I'm sad that she has chosen to stay, but I understand. Now that I know a little bit about the zones I can understand why a person would want a stable home, a regular schedule, a shower, and a good meal. As long as they don't single Sylvia out, I think, she will be fine. The masses are always safest in BLI*
*As I crane my neck down to see the package a stab of pain goes through my neck and I clutch at it's source, the back of my neck. My eyes go wide as I realize they will have to leave me if the chip stays lodged back there...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 10, 2012 2:05:50 GMT -5
*I scoop up the box and keep moving with the others, glad to see Twisted up on his own, and not looking after Retro as she runs off* I've got it, Red. We'll - *but I stop abruptly, seeing the look on her face* What's wrong? Jump, what's wrong with her?!
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Post by petroleumblaster on Jan 10, 2012 2:12:44 GMT -5
[In the monitor room:]
*I frown at the screen, watching the group with the others* I vote we make some noise and then get the hell out of here. Blackie, take this memory stick *I toss one to her I find on the counter* and download all the BLI info you can in the next 5 minutes. It won't be much, but who knows. Everyone else, start sending out false alarms in the higher parts of the tower, send as many dracs up there as possible. Glass, can you make it back through the sewers or do we need to open a garage level and steal a car?
*I watch the group on the monitor as I talk, noting the fact that Retro has now separated from them and Twisted can walk again, good*
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 10, 2012 2:16:55 GMT -5
i'll take point, where we headed? *amazing wut a hit to the head will do eh? i feel great!* i take out my gun and blade looking each way*
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 10, 2012 2:23:38 GMT -5
*I look down and see Red's face twisting in pain, her hand on the back of her neck* I don't know, Arson, crap. Let's get to the elevator, Twisted. *We finally get to an elevator and head for the basement. I lay Red carefully on the floor and have Arson hold her head (since Arson is the one Red seems to trust the most) as I turn Red over* Red, you're gonna have to let go for me, ok? *I keep talking calmly to Red as I carefully pry her skinny fingers away from a bloody patch on the back of her neck. I carefully touch it and she winces and tries to cover it again. There is something black poking through, like what I took out of PB...* Shit. Ok, I'm going to need two of you, Gear and Twisted perhaps, to hold her down if we are going to get her out of here. She has a chip in the back of her neck, but it doesn't look permanent. Red, can you hear me? I'm going to make this as quick as possible *She nods a bit and it's good I'm in full doctor mode now or I'd be sick to my stomach at what BLI has done* ((Hey, don't forget to capitalize the beginning of sentences  )) |
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 10, 2012 2:30:52 GMT -5
*I lay my gun down inside the elevator and do as instructed* Count of 3?
(oops sorry :/)
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 10, 2012 2:31:11 GMT -5
*I hold Red's head still as the other two kneel down on either side of her. I brush the hair out of her face, trying to hold her eye contact and keep her focused on me* Just watch me, Red, okay? Listen to my voice. We're going to get out of the Tower, go back to the Zones. Remember the sunsets in the Zones? All purple and orange because of the smog. They're so beautiful, aren't they? *I say whatever comes to mind, keeping my voice even, trying to distract her. I keep seeing Retro's face, hearing her tell me she's not coming, but push it aside. Red needs me now.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 10, 2012 2:32:32 GMT -5
*I kneel down across from Twisted, holding Red down and feeling like I might break her if I hold her too tightly* Go for it, Jump.
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 10, 2012 2:42:42 GMT -5
(( It's cool, Twisted. Just a reminder  )) *I nod and quickly take a pair of medical tweezers and a towel out of my bag. Lightly taking hold of the end of the chip, I count quietly to Twisted and Gear as Arson talks to Red* 1...2...3 *On three I pull, causing Red to make a choking sound, her body tensing and fighting against the four of us. The chip comes out slowly and suddenly I realize why. On the side of the chip closer to Red's spinal cord is a short needle. I can't help it, the thing freaks even me out* Holy shit! *I exclaim and drop the chip, which is covered in blood. I press the towel to the back of Red's neck, which immediately begins to turn the color of her namesake. The elevator beeps and the doors open. We are at the basement. Finally* |
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 10, 2012 2:45:47 GMT -5
*I get up and carry red* Someone take my gun and blade. Now what do we do??
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 10, 2012 2:56:23 GMT -5
Woah! *I'm surprised when Twisted picks Red up so quickly, and scramble to stand up myself. I catch the towel before it falls and keep it pressed against the back of Red's neck, taking her hand in mine* We're heading back to the sewer entrance where we came in, Twisted, near the far wall behind the last of the shelving. But take it easy, okay?
*Red's breathing too quickly, her eyes still wide with pain, and I match my pace to that of Twisted, so I can stay on a level with her* I'm still here, Red, you're okay. You're going to be okay. *I was horrified by the sight of that needle chip, and still can't quite believe it was in her neck. I can't even imagine how painful that would have been*
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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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