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Post by Funhouse Gear on Dec 31, 2011 14:01:39 GMT -5
*I'm almost to the door when I hear Arson - or at least, I hear the tone of her voice. I tell the others I'll be right back, then set down the bags and go over to her, worried when I see the look on her face. I ask what's wrong but she just shakes her head, waiting for the reply transmission*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 31, 2011 16:22:08 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
She was hurt from the viper attack and we treated her with minimal medication, at her request. She is now a voluntary guest of BLI, as far as I know.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Dec 31, 2011 16:36:37 GMT -5
Damn it... *I close my eyes for a moment, then answer*
*rb* What medication did you give her, and where is she now?
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 31, 2011 16:44:24 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
I'm sorry, I can't say anymore. Uhhh, this radio will be turned off from now on. Don't try calling again *click*
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Dec 31, 2011 16:59:20 GMT -5
*Everyone stands still for a moment. Arson is just staring at the radio, and no one dares to move. Whoever this person is, it looks like they have definitely been a part of this group in the past. And now what is it? Voluntarily part of BLI? I dare to shake my head a bit. That doesn't seem right. There must be more to the story.* Arson...*I trail off. What is there to say? That's too bad? There isn't anything, I should just but out.* Nevermind. *I pick up Gear's bag for him and open the door. It's quiet inside. I step in cautiously.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 1, 2012 3:49:39 GMT -5
*I take Arson's radio from her with some effort and clip it onto my belt, then turn her to face me before she can say anything* Don't, okay? Just don't. You need to stay calm. If we're going to do something about this, we need to be rational.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 1, 2012 3:58:09 GMT -5
*I glance over at Glass when she speaks, then back at Gear* I - *I take a deep breath, then nod* Rational. Right. But we are doing something about it. I'm not leaving her there unless I'm sure it's really her choice. And if it is... *I don't finish my sentence. I'm not even sure what I was going to say, or if I could follow through with it*
Let's get inside. *I pick up my bag as we head for the door, still shaken by the doctor's words. I take Gear's hand without meaning to, wanting reassurance that he's still here and not back in the city*
*When I catch the tail end of a general transmission, I get my radio back from Gear. I take a moment to reply, then speak up so the others can hear me* There's a new killjoy running the area who needs a safehouse. If someone shows up, it's him.
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Post by petroleumblaster on Jan 1, 2012 20:23:14 GMT -5
*I hear the drac van pull up and check to make sure it's the kj's I expect before running back inside, leaving the door open. I would go out and greet them, but Nack and I are currently trying to clean up the aftermath of one of Nack's homemade explosives that s/he was trying out. Nack keeps apologizing, but I told her/him it was okay, that I was just glad s/he didn't loose any fingers. Really, the stains aren't that bad and it was getting rather boring... I step back to check out our handywork when I hear a familiar voice shout my name. I turn around, grinning and relieved*
Jump! It's been too long.
*I gather my brother up in a hug as he rushes in, dropping a bag. That's right, two guys can hug. He tells me he brought me a present and shows me the tapes. I can't wait to hook this player up to the stereo system*
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 1, 2012 20:32:25 GMT -5
*while walking south to where arson said his safehouse was, i spot a drac fan in the distance. not being completly sure its him, i draw my gun and hide behind the nearest rock. after watching a group come out of the van i think to myself "they did not look like dracs.........better keep cautious". i walk slowly towards the van, gun still drawn*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 1, 2012 22:52:17 GMT -5
*I'm glad to see PB and Nack looking so well, and let Nack help me carry everything into the kitchen. Arson still seems distracted by the time I get back out front, and I give her a quick hug before going back out to check the van for anything we might have missed. I see someone heading towards us and put a hand on my gun, calling back to the house* Hey Arson, does that look like our guest to you?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 1, 2012 22:55:27 GMT -5
What? *I step out the door, and shade my eyes with a hand* Yeah, that's him. *I wave at the killjoy to come closer* His name's Twisted something... Poison, maybe?
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Post by twistedpoison on Jan 1, 2012 23:12:04 GMT -5
*i look down my sights to see someone waving at me. "that must be Arson". i lower my raygun, still not sure, i never am, and i walk over to the group*
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 2, 2012 0:11:48 GMT -5
*I see Nack cleaning up stains and I just shake my head.* Stains add character. Good to see you didn't burn the place down though. *I laugh and go say hi to PB. He still doesn't know me very well, but I feel an obligation to thank him for holding down the fort.* Hey PB, Jump. PB, did everything go okay while we were gone?
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Post by petroleumblaster on Jan 2, 2012 0:26:49 GMT -5
*I turn to Glass. She seems nice enough and Jump smiles alot at her* Nack may have tried to make more explosives. He's actually quite good, from what I understand, just had this, uh, mishap. We played some cards...yeah. How about you guys? Anything interesting happen?
*I move slowly to the couch, my body already tired from the exertion of cleaning. Guess it is still recovering*
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Post by Glass~Vendetta on Jan 2, 2012 0:58:06 GMT -5
There was an old war vet we ran into at the first store. He was on this crazy pill cocktail and he was pretty much delirious. He had a rifle or something and....*I don't wanna freak PB out when he's on the mend. I decide not to mention Jump being held at gunpoint.* and we handled it really well. Plus, we found plenty of stuff to restock. *I smile at Jump, who is already grinning. He's probably really happy to see his brother.*
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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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