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Post by jumpstart on Oct 13, 2011 3:09:47 GMT -5
*As I begin to bandage his lacerated hand, PB stirs. I quickly roll up the remains of the jacket and put it under his head. I try to wipe away more blood from his face, avoiding his nose*
PB: "Jump, did we get him? Is it over?"
*I stop for a second and slowly shake my head. I don't want to distress him, but PB deserves to know*
PB: "I'm so sorry. I should have tried harder. I should-"
*I interrupt him* Stop it, PB, we're still alive, so we have another chance. That's all that matters.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 13, 2011 6:13:09 GMT -5
*I feel a bit out of place, sitting by Pacis.* Is there uh, anything I could do? |
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 13, 2011 6:53:41 GMT -5
*I raise my eyebrows, surprised. She is definitely Lady, even if she won't admit it. I've never really known an agent to ask that sort of question. And definitely not in those words.* No, I'm fine... *I pause for a moment.* You?
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 13, 2011 7:24:21 GMT -5
*Nack looks up at Gear.* It's broken. That's more than sore. *Nack shakes his head.* I can't really make you a good cast or anything...*nods towards his essentially useless left arm* But I can try to get it at least a little bandage. *Nack is about to rip some of his clothing off when he remembers that it belongs to Stellar. He returns to hunting for material, a bad taste in his mouth.*
Hey. Rachel Raven Mahoney. Do you have anything tearable to bandage a Killjoy with? *A sarcastic smile stretches across Nack's face. He's beginning to hate BLI. Ironic, then, that his and Orwell's injuries are nearly identical.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 13, 2011 14:03:20 GMT -5
I am simply perfect, thank you very much. *I ride in silence for a while, debating whether or not to give the Killjoys my shirt. I only have the white dress on underneath. I have more shirts in the city, though, so I absently remove the regulation button-down and toss it to the Killjoys, adjusting the neckline of the dress.*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 13, 2011 15:53:29 GMT -5
*i reach for the medical kit when I see Angie give Not a Cool Kid her shirt and I see the dress she's wearing and I give her a quizzical look* where'd you get the dress?
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 13, 2011 17:41:20 GMT -5
*I look down self-consciously. Drat. How do I explain this?* I found it in my apartment. I think the last tenant may have left it there. *There. That's a good explanation....*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 13, 2011 17:56:19 GMT -5
*I thought that tenants were required to remove all belongings when moving out of an apartment and they were double checked to make sure. I guess i was mistaken* I see, well it's a very nice dress.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 13, 2011 18:07:39 GMT -5
*I flex my fingers, admitting to myself that the slight shifting feeling might not be entirely normal* Fine...
*I keep track of Lady, making mental notes whenever she does or says something not quite fitting her position in Better Living. I know it's no use trying to reverse her treatment when we're in a van surrounded by other crows, but at least it suggests her personality isn't entirely wiped*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 13, 2011 19:49:52 GMT -5
*I sit silently, contemplating our situation. I'm still handcuffed but don't bother with it for now. I didn't have to go with them and I almost curse myself for coming but then I look at the others and I know that I needed to. They really are in bad shape. If any deals are going to be made I might be the one to do it, or Gear. I've already observed Nack being mouthy to the draculoids and PB/J seem to have a strong hatred for Orwell. I sigh and scowl, dissapointed it even had to come to this.*
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 13, 2011 20:19:12 GMT -5
*I do all I can for PB and then sit next to Gear and Nack, avoiding the gazes of the agents. PB is not moving much, but his eyes are open, staring at the ceiling of the van. I know he is thinking about Orwell, sitting mere meters from us*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 13, 2011 20:23:44 GMT -5
*Nack takes the shirt, looking suspiciously at the agent before ripping it up quickly by sticking it under his boot and pulling with his right hand.* There. *He struggles, but manages to wrap Gear's hand while only using his right arm. That finished, he looks back around the van. Things are looking bleak.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 13, 2011 20:38:24 GMT -5
*Orwell switches the screen to the cameras in the back of the van. I look at the scene, sigh, and turn on the intercom*
Mahoney and Pacis. If those killjoys are not cuffed by the time we stop, I'll hold you both back from the next mission. Get yourselves straightened out back there, that's an order.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 13, 2011 20:50:46 GMT -5
*I blink in fake surprise, as if I didn't know that they were uncuffed, and fumble for some zipties. I only find one pair, and look expectantly at Miss Mahoney, who probably has more. I can't decide which one to cuff; there are too many of them, and I can't keep track of who's playing doctor to who.*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 13, 2011 20:54:59 GMT -5
*I jump when I hear Wilson and immediately fumble for my ties* yes sir. *I take out several ties and hand a few pairs over to Angie, before moving over to cuff the killjoys*
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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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