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Post by rileywilson on Sept 18, 2011 1:04:31 GMT -5
*I stop when I see the helicopter start to descend in a clearing surrounded by trees. I think I also see the top of a house next to a stream... I slowly get off my bike and start to stretch. Five minutes later I feel at least a little better and start searching my bike for food. I find an instant breakfast, complete with coffee, and hum happily*
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Post by Stellar Synesthesia on Sept 18, 2011 1:11:13 GMT -5
The landing ended up rough despite all attempts at caution, but they had arrived.
The helicopter blades cease their spinning, folding neatly before the door is allowed to open.
Stellar climbs out and leans against her precious vehicle, wishing she were at her base instead of outside the old (but still functioning) "house in the forest". So dusty...
She shakes her head and motions for Nack to exit.
Welcome to my home away from home, love.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Sept 18, 2011 1:14:15 GMT -5
*I sit up a bit straighter when we land, bracing both myself and Red. When the door opens I unfasten our seatbelts and try unsuccessfully to get up*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 18, 2011 1:17:54 GMT -5
*He steps out and looks around, not quite used to being on the ground again yet* This place is great! And...and we're gonna save them here? There are others to help, right? *Distracted by the change in scenery.*
*Nack focuses.* Look. We've got to get them to someone who knows what they're doing. I mean...I can treat burns like none other, but these guys could die if we leave them. Ain't gonna last much longer. C-can we get them off of the copter? Red's side might not last much longer, Arson's not looking too good, and I don't even wanna think about what's up with Poison. You gotta help us. Find us someone who knows how to save lives.
*Behind him, Nack notices Arson's movement and rushes over.* Hold up. It'll be okay. Don't push yourself. We've got her. You don't wanna hurt yourself anymore than you gotta.
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Post by Stellar Synesthesia on Sept 18, 2011 1:22:12 GMT -5
...I don't know of anyone that lives nearby; that's why I chose this place.
Haven't been here in forever...gonna be a dust field inside...I hope the bed's all right.....
Fetch the others and we can get these people inside. I'll see if we can call someone when we're all in.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Sept 18, 2011 1:25:21 GMT -5
*I run over to the helicopter, ready to help move whoever needs it.* Nack, can you carry Red? She's lightest...
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 18, 2011 1:27:30 GMT -5
*Sarah and I get out of the car and walk a few yards behind Gear. We're completely silent and exchange looks. I step up into the helicopter and look at Arson. I try to avoid looking down at him.* Ho-how are you feeling?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Sept 18, 2011 1:30:11 GMT -5
*I look over at Retro* Brilliant. Or at least, better than those two. *I nod towards Red and Poison* Let's get to the house, yeah? And please tell me I didn't just hear someone say there's no doctor...
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Post by NotACoolKid on Sept 18, 2011 1:34:10 GMT -5
*Nack turns over her shoulder and nods.* I got her! *Sliding her hands gently under Red, she picks up the small frame and heads towards the house. It's a simply kick to get the door open, and Nack searches until she finds the bedroom. Setting her down, Nack assesses her wounds before heading towards the bathroom.*
Oy! Someone watch Red for a second when they get the chance?
*Hunting through the bathroom, Nack finds a large case filled with medical supplies, which she brings back with her into the bedroom. Gauze in hand, she spreads some anticeptic over the stitch marks before beginning to bandage them up, all the while worrying about the lack of doctor.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Sept 18, 2011 1:36:45 GMT -5
*I get Arson, trusting Retro and Sarah to manage Poison. Following Nack, I take Arson to the same room as Red. Being the only one conscious of the three, she seems in the best position to keep an eye on Red.* I'll be back in a few.
*I hurry back outside to see if the others need any help with Poison*
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Post by redhavoc on Sept 18, 2011 1:38:50 GMT -5
*I whimper and try to curl away from Nack. Any shred of keeping up a wall between me and the killjoys is gone. I see the blood on my hands and clothes is now mostly dried and cracking*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Sept 18, 2011 1:40:05 GMT -5
*I look down at Poison in dismay. I tell myself to not feel for a pulse when I pick him up. I grab him by his shoulders and lift while Sarah picks him up my his feet. I notice she's crying a bit. She had been in the care too. He's not to heavy but suddenly standing up and lifting makes me dizzy and I have to stop before bringing him into the house.*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Sept 18, 2011 1:40:33 GMT -5
*I don't want to do any more damage to myself by trying to move, but I speak loud enough for my voice to carry over to Red* Stay still, Red. Let her help you. You're safe, it's okay.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Sept 18, 2011 1:43:00 GMT -5
Woah... *I see Retro sway a bit and take hold of Poison's shoulders before she loses her grip* I've got him. *I help Sarah carry him into the living room, but hesitate before laying him down on the couch* Retro, could you grab some extra blankets?
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Post by Stellar Synesthesia on Sept 18, 2011 1:43:25 GMT -5
Stellar seems to be sighing a lot, lately.
The house was covered in dust, the wooden walls smelled like foul weather, and undoubtedly bugs were hiding in the corners. The carpet in the living room was tattered and probably moldy like the sofa, and the upstairs bedrooms were likely little better.
But worst of all, the trail of blood leading to the bedroom on this ground floor.
Serious cleaning would have to be done, oh yes.
She reminded herself that it was a necessary evil, but hiding her frustration was going to be a trick.
Clean first, scold later.....
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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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