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Post by Funhouse Gear on Sept 18, 2011 0:04:50 GMT -5
Retro, come on, we've gotta go! *I grab her arm and pull her back, careful not to hurt her since I'm not sure what injuries she has. I see Sarah hesitating and call to her too* Sarah, you as well! The sooner we get off the sooner Stellar can get him help!
*Outside, I hesitate between the two cars, settling on Poison's because if he makes it I figure he'd be less pissed about my driving it than he would about it being abandoned in the desert. RC's already waiting, so as soon as everyone's in the car I close the door and start it up, waiting to see which direction Stellar heads out*
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Post by rileywilson on Sept 18, 2011 0:17:52 GMT -5
*I watch the scene with binoculars from a distance. I admit that the helicopter, painted blue no less, took my by surprise and I take a series of pictures for my files. I decide to follow the cars, gambling on the fact that the cars will follow the helicopter*
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Post by Stellar Synesthesia on Sept 18, 2011 0:18:32 GMT -5
The helicopter takes off, heading roughly north-east. Stellar knew of a good place to hide for a while.
It occurred to her a moment later that her sky-blue vehicle would be somewhat difficult to see from the ground, but it was too late to change colors.
This is not what I wanted to be doing today......
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Sept 18, 2011 0:20:20 GMT -5
*I hit the gas as soon as the helicopter lifts off, but quickly realize how hard it's going to be for me to track it while off-roading* Retro, Sarah, you two have to keep an eye on that for me, okay? Tell me where to go.
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 18, 2011 0:21:10 GMT -5
*Tries to cheer up Stellar from where she's sitting* It's okay. You might not want to be doing it, but you're saving lives, Stellar. That's a good thing!
*Turns back to the others, biting her lip. They really don't look good and she's not sure what to do* We've got to get them to a real medic soon...Stellar! How long until they're safe?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 18, 2011 0:25:11 GMT -5
*Similar to when I learned of Bunny's death I'm just staring. My vocal chords seem to not want to work. I barely nod in reply and watch the helicopter like it's a hearse on it's way to the cemetary.*
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Post by Stellar Synesthesia on Sept 18, 2011 0:25:27 GMT -5
Safe? Heh...in relative terms, we're safe up here.
But my destination....it's a bit of a trip. Be patient, ladyman...hahaha....
Steering with her left hand, she pulls the scarf off and hands it to Nack.
..In case someone needs a bandage or something...
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Sept 18, 2011 0:30:33 GMT -5
*The ground gets more and more rugged as time passes, until I have to head back towards the main roads and pray Stellar doesn't take the copter too far off the beaten path. I don't bother telling Retro and Sarah to make sure they don't lose sight of it, because I know they already know that, but I'm getting more and more anxious as I feel like I'm getting too far away*
*Maybe Stellar's keeping an eye on the car, or maybe I'm just lucky, but other than a few corrections Retro doesn't tell me to change direction. Night falls, but I'm nowhere near tired enough to sleep, and keep driving until the sky starts to lighten again. I don't know exactly where we are now, but we've gone far enough north that we must be driving through what used to be Oregon.*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Sept 18, 2011 0:36:19 GMT -5
*I started nodding off sometime around midnight, but every time I fell asleep I'd start to slide down my seat and the stabs of my broken ribs would wake me up again. When the sun comes up I'm exhausted but still awake. Red hasn't said anything else, but she's still breathing, if shallowly.*
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Post by rileywilson on Sept 18, 2011 0:38:39 GMT -5
*I follow the cars at a safe distance, my arms going numb after a while. I realize at some point that the killjoys are heading to Oregon. I relax as the sun sets, desert turning to baby redwood forests and mutated pines. I check the battery on my motorbike, but it charged with the sun and should be fine till morning. I'm not even the slightest bit tired and I spend the time planning*
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 18, 2011 0:48:51 GMT -5
*I black out. Sounds and lights floats in and out. I painfully open my eyes and realize we are descending. I see Poison and Nack smiles back at me. I wish I had the energy to respond. I feel Arson's hand on my own*
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Post by Stellar Synesthesia on Sept 18, 2011 0:53:45 GMT -5
...All right, we're just about here.
She frowns, wondering how well the car fared during the trip.
Hold steady back there, kids, and try not to die when we hit the ground.
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 18, 2011 0:59:15 GMT -5
*Hearing Stellar's words, Nack ties the scarf slightly tighter around Poison's wound. She prepares herself to catch anyone if the impact jostles them.* Bring her down nice n' slow, Stellar. I'm not sure how well these guys'll be able to make it, especially if there's a shock when we hit. I know you can do it nicely. So please!
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 18, 2011 1:00:25 GMT -5
*I tab Gear on the shoulder and point towards the sky. I say very quietly.* They are landing. Go into the woods a bit more.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Sept 18, 2011 1:02:49 GMT -5
Got it. *I pull off the road, bumping up a slight hill and weaving through the trees, careful not to scratch the sides of the car. A clearing comes into view up ahead, and as soon as I get the car stopped I jump out, holding up an arm to block the gusts of wind from the helicopter*
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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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