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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 12, 2011 20:23:23 GMT -5
*I think I should be more freaked out about being taken to the city, but all I feel is relief that Arson's not with us. At least I might have a chance of convincing them I don't need treatment; it wasn't that long ago that I was just another civvie. Granted, I was a civvie setting fires and tagging warehouse walls, but maybe they don't know about that* Cool it, Nack. We've got more important things to worry about.
*I crawl over to PB and J, not trusting myself to stay upright in a moving van. I use the hem of my shirt to wipe some of the blood off PB's face, and check to make sure his pulse is regular* Nack, J, you're the medics here. What do we do to help him?
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 12, 2011 20:55:51 GMT -5
*I sigh* Flip him over so he's on his back. His airway will be uninhibited that way. Then help me into a sitting position so I can see better.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 12, 2011 20:58:09 GMT -5
*I grin back at Orwell, taking my eyes off the road for a second*
I'd say it's our most successful mission to date. They can only get better from here. Say, which ones would you like to, uh, train?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 12, 2011 21:00:58 GMT -5
*I roll PB over, then move to Jump and help him sit up. Spotting Nack's bent fork on the floor nearby, I get to work picking the lock on J's handcuffs. I can hear Wilson and Orwell talking up front, but try to ignore them*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 12, 2011 21:01:56 GMT -5
*Nack backs down, glancing at Gear.* Sorry...*He glances at PB, but J's already on it.* I would help, but...I'm not as good at that as he is. I'm just kind of a last resort medic, to be honest... *He trials off, a little disheartened*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 12, 2011 21:03:16 GMT -5
*I think about it.* I would like to see the affects of the medication. But... the twins. We have a history.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 12, 2011 21:09:02 GMT -5
*I glance at him curiously*
So does that mean you would like to retrain them or not?
*I flex my hand, it's a little sore, but all in all the fight was not that interesting for me*
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 12, 2011 21:12:28 GMT -5
*I hear a 'pop' as Gear undoes my handcuffs. I slowly and painfully bring my arms around to my front. I'm still mostly useless, but it helps a little. I smile a little at Nack*
I think you'll be a great doctor one day. You will be very helpful treating PB. Gear, can you undo PB's cuffs as well.
*I look over at the two agents, daring them to stop us*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 12, 2011 21:14:35 GMT -5
No, no. I am medicating them till I have them like puppets on a string. I do not want them to suffer, just be Better. *I look him over, quickly changing the subject.* I saw you fighting. I did not know you could fight so well.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 12, 2011 21:18:46 GMT -5
*I look out at the road, considering whether to tell him or not*
I, ah, I used to be an exterminator. That's how I know Arieth. However, being an exterminator can only get you so far in BLI.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 12, 2011 21:21:48 GMT -5
Yeah, sure. *I unlock PB's handcuffs after working at them for about a minute, and push them aside. I speak slightly lower, so the crows up front won't hear* So you two have history with Orwell. You know he won't go easy on you, right? Do you have any sort of a plan?
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 12, 2011 21:24:51 GMT -5
*I move myself closer to the van door to partially block it when I see the killjoy undoing the others' cuffs and I keep my gun ready and trained on them, but preferably I don't want to start anything in the van if I can help it*
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 12, 2011 21:26:13 GMT -5
*I look Gear straight in the eye*
We kill him, no matter what it takes. I'm all for escaping and regrouping, but we will get him.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 12, 2011 21:27:30 GMT -5
*I nod and move to open the window to the back but my shoulder explodes in pain and I stop. I grab the edges of my shirt and pull it over my head and off. I pull down the mirror and look at my wounds in the mirror. I have two wounds in my upper chest and one on my back shoulder. All along my left side which is covered in radiation burn scar tissue. I grab a medical kit from the compartment and dig through it.*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 12, 2011 21:28:16 GMT -5
*It's crazy, all this alternating between scolding and supporting. Nack doesn't know what to think, but she smiles for a second before turning a cold gaze on the BLI agent.* I'll learn from you, J. Thanks for all the...support. *She can't take her eyes away from the agent.*
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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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