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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 11, 2012 23:13:29 GMT -5
*I brighten up at PB's words.* Glorious is the perfect wording, PB! Not only that, we managed to download some data off of BLI's computer. Somehow Blackie had an access code....anyway, that should serve useful in the future.
*I neglect to mention that though we didn't lose anyone per se, we did not accomplish our mission. But I'm happy all the same, because we're all okay.*
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 11, 2012 23:51:41 GMT -5
*I look up when PB starts talking and smile. He has a point. Maybe we can find a way to play some of those tapes as well, get people's spirits up. While dinner is being made I plan to check on everyone. I already have a mental checklist of all the injuries I've noticed among the killjoys. Arson, I notice, is having trouble with her arm, and I'm a bit worried for her mental health after what I witnessed between her and Retro. I'm glad she has Gear to depend on, just like I have PB. In fact, we all look after each other pretty well, probably one of the few perks of being a killjoy*
*I nod when she looks up, silently telling her I'm grateful for her help with Red, despite her own pain. Red has no one and I'm glad she trusts Arson, making my job a whole lot easier. Hopefully she can learn to trust more people, I think as I examine the slashes along her side again. I don't recognize the healing pattern, it's as if her skin is just sealing itself back up. She has several older scars which don't look like scars at all, at least none that I recognize. No, it's a wonder Red trusts anyone at all anymore*
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Jan 12, 2012 3:02:07 GMT -5
*We head of, driving in front of the van. I really do like this car even if is a Crow car, a bit of paint can fix that. It's not long before I realise I'm just driving and don't actually know where I'm going.* Erm, Blackie... Where are we actually going? *I keep looking out onto the road, thinking about Red, I mean I knew Bli where basterds but how could they do some of the things it looks like she's been through? I quickly glance down at the dashboard.* This baby's getting thirsty. *I look over at Blackie, who seems to find it funny how I called the car baby. Girls, they just don't understand.*
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Blackout
Crash Queen
You're not afraid of the dark, are ya?
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Post by Blackout on Jan 12, 2012 14:27:36 GMT -5
*i smile when Bullet calls the car baby* I believe Arson said at some point she'll have the van pull in front of us and then we'll follow them from there
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Renegade
Dust Baby
3...2...1...GO!
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Post by Renegade on Jan 12, 2012 16:01:15 GMT -5
*I sit in the second row of seats with Arson. I stare at her as she is holding on to Red's hand. She must care for the girl deeply in order for us to all risk our lives for her, She's so small and looked horrible. No wonder Arson wanted to help her. I look down at the seat. But how easy it would have been to sound the alarm and watch them all get caught, maybe even die, while I just stood to the side and watched. I can imagine the look of anger and hate on their faces knowing that I had sent them to their deaths. Would I be satisfied? Or would I have regret ed it? I think about what Wilson told me, how Killjoys are bad people, bandits, and reckless. How can that be though? They just risked their lives to save a girl who is already half dead...my mind wonders off and I soon find myself starring out into the passing desert.*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 12, 2012 21:06:12 GMT -5
*I glance over at Renegade as we pass the border sign into Zone two, the barbed wire half-buried by sand and scrub brush. He looks troubled, but I have no energy to spend coming up with something to say to make him feel better.*
Hey Gear, mind pulling ahead? Glass can tell you how to get back to the safehouse and the others can follow us.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 12, 2012 21:13:42 GMT -5
*PB and Glass had started to cheer me up, though my smile faded when I heard the tone of Arson's voice. I'll have to talk to her tonight...* Sure thing, Arson. *I flash the high beams at Blackie and Cyn, and when they fall back to the sides I speed up and pass them* I think I know where to go, Glass, but correct me if I make a wrong turn.
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 12, 2012 21:28:35 GMT -5
*I nod to Gear.* Sounds like a plan. Though the route is easy enough.
*I look over to Arson, Jump, and Red. Arson's obviously worried, and she has the right to be. She looks utterly indifferent and drained. I would be too. Jump seems to be in 'doctor mode' or whatever you call it. His eyes are rbighter and more alert somehow. PB is just staring out of the window. Renegade looks a little sick. What an interesting trip we've had!*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Jan 12, 2012 23:41:23 GMT -5
*It takes longer than I think, but we finally arrive at Glass' safehouse. As we get out I realize how sore I am and how much I am looking forward to a real bed... but first things first. I go to the back with Gear and Jump hands her out to us. She's so small... it's hard to believe she's fifteen. Red stares blankly up at us, her breathing shallow* Hey, Jump, where should we take her? Glass, do you want to show the others in? If you start dinner I'll come down and help as soon as Red is settled.
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 12, 2012 23:53:18 GMT -5
*I hop out of the van, turning to grab my bag before following Gear and PB into the house* Yeah, take her upstairs, so she'll have some quiet. She needs a full workup, so it'll be an hour or two before I can get a look at everyone else. Don't think that this gets any of you off the hook though *I say to no killjoy in particular* there are plenty of bandages for all.
*I'm impressed with Gear and PB. They keep Red as level as possible, even when going up the stairs. Arson follows me up. We strip a bed and lay down some clean towels before putting Red down and I chase out everyone but Arson so Red can have some privacy*
*Without further ceremony, I take out a pair of hospital scissors I'd grabbed when we were in the tower and start to cut her shirt, which is already ripped and bloody, so I can take a look at the gashes on her chest. Red quickly starts blocking the scissors with her hands* Now Red, I'm a doctor. I'm here to make you healthy, nothing else, ok? *I look at Arson for help*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 12, 2012 23:59:43 GMT -5
*I hesitate for a brief moment, but I know Jump needs to see the extent of Red's injuries* It's okay, Red. You can trust him, and I'll stay here with you. You're safe here, I promise.
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 13, 2012 0:03:57 GMT -5
Sure thing. *I say as they climb the stairs. Poor girl. I start to search through the cabinets and find that box of cake mix. Yum. I also start pulling dried egg, flour, and dried fruit out.* Breakfast for dinner. Because we can. *I mumble to myself. The others have made themselves at home.*
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 13, 2012 0:27:34 GMT -5
*I hesitate and look at Arson, too tired from all that has happened to day to think clearly. I think Hank's drugs are wearing off as well. That strange tingling feeling of rapidly healing skin is almost gone and the familiar pain is coming back. I lay my arms down. While Jump works I think of all that has happened in the past few days. First the BLI Holiday Party...Max remembering me... my ruined dress... Retro turning into Sylvia... Wilson's rejection and my transfer to Hank... LuCY... torture... *I shiver a bit and wonder where Max was during all this. If he even knew...*
*I start to get tired, but the killjoy doc keeps me awake. Wonderful cooking smells start to float up from the first floor*
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Post by Cynical Paranoia on Jan 13, 2012 0:50:11 GMT -5
~I look at the safehouse, happy to have a roof over my head again. Wandering around, I peek in to where Jump is tending to Red~ Need anything? ~I inquire, wanting to help despite my exhaustion.~
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 13, 2012 2:01:28 GMT -5
*I look up when Cyn pokes her head in and smile* Not yet, Cyn, thanks!
*I examine Red's wounds, making sure to check for internal injuries as well, although there is little I can do about those. Red has bruises in various states of healing all over her body, in particular her torso and arms. And a bad one on her right cheekbone.The lacerations on her side look like an animal attack, as do the puncture wounds on her shoulder. Her elbows and knees are both scraped up. I decide to start with the gash on her neck where I had to pull out the chip, as I estimate it is the deepest. I turn her over, putting a blanket over her body to make sure she is warm, and tell Arson and Red what I am about to do*
*Arson pales a bit, but nods and stays close to Red, holding her hand. I clean the cut with an alcohol swab. Red tenses, but doesn't cry out, nor does she when I sew the cut up as quickly as I can, although she tenses and closes her eyes. When that is done we move on to the cuts on her side, which requires 30 stitches in all. Red doesn't cry out once, but stares blankly at the ceiling. I talk calmly the entire time, partly for Arson's sake as well as Red's. I know Arson hates medical operations, which is understandable*
*After the stitches are done I dress the wounds on her shoulder, arms, and legs. They'll need to be changed in a few hours. When everything is done I prop Red's head up with a couple pillows and tuck a few blankets over her. She's so skinny she's bound to get cold easily. I smile at her and turn to Arson*
Are you staying up with her?
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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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