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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 15, 2011 0:28:26 GMT -5
*I'm already in motion when Red takes the first gun, so it's only a matter of course for me to grab the crow's other wrist and twist it, forcing her to drop the second gun. Reluctant to waste a shot on a target at such close range, I raise a fist to knock the woman out*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 15, 2011 0:32:46 GMT -5
*I approach the two, expecting to give a speech now that Pacis has them cornered. But then the girl has the gun out of Pacis's hand and Max raises his hand with the intent of damage. I had tried firing at the girl earlier but my ray gun's battery is empty. Seeing our attempts nearly fail I use every once of hatred I have towards Max to bring the butt of my pistol down on his head.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 15, 2011 0:36:42 GMT -5
*My hand stops in midair and I stumble forward at the blow, landing on my knees. I can't compose a coherent thought before the ground rushes up to meet me and everything goes black*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 15, 2011 0:37:43 GMT -5
*I see Max go down and lunge at Orwell, forgetting everything else in a whitewash of desperation and anger. I will not leave Max, that much I know, not again. I connect with Orwell and bring him to the ground, twisting one of his arms around, trying to break it. So close...*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 15, 2011 0:47:33 GMT -5
*I quickly come up behind the group, annoyed that Orwell had to get himself involved. Honestly, this is what dracs are for... I turn, kicking Red hard in the side where I see bandages and blood. She flies off Orwell and lands hard a foot or so away. Max seems to be passed out close to Pacis. I ignore them all for a second, looking down at Orwell*
You ok?
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 15, 2011 0:51:04 GMT -5
*I lay flat on my stomach on the ground, breaking hard. If Orwell hadn't stepped in (I honestly doubt he did it for my sake, but it worked), the man would have probably caved my skull in with his bare hands. That was terrifying. I clutch at the one gun I can find with both hands, hoping for some stability.
All I can realize for a minute is the strangest revelation I may have ever had: Orwell tried to kill me once, but just saved my life. It cancels out. And I have no idea why I care.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 15, 2011 0:52:30 GMT -5
*I lay with my face buried in the sand. I sigh and a small cloud flies up.* She may have fractured my arm. *I put my hands against the ground and try to push myself up but cry out and collapse.* She fractured my arm. *I turn my head and look at the girl on the ground.*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 15, 2011 1:01:41 GMT -5
*The world is a white blur. For a few seconds I can't even tell what's wrong, the pain too much for my brain. Then I realize I'm not breathing and as I try to suck air into my lungs my body explodes in pain. I vaguly wonder where Max is as I curl up, trying to protect myself until I can concentrate again*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 15, 2011 1:07:00 GMT -5
*I help Orwell stand, signaling the other members of the team to come over and collect Max and Red. I help Pacis up as well, who seems a little shocked but otherwise pretty healthy. Two dracs come over with stretchers and I order them to securely tie Max and Red down. No mistakes*
Pacis, go help them
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 15, 2011 1:14:41 GMT -5
*Still shell-shocked, I help gently lift the girl onto a stretcher. She's heavier than I expected, somehow. I almost want to assure her that everything will be okay...but she left us for a reason. Who am I to say that her version of "alright" is the same as mine anymore? I leave the others to strap her down as I go to pick up my second gun.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 15, 2011 1:19:59 GMT -5
*I watch as Max is strapped down and taken to a van. I know he will not be happy when he awakens.* Make sure you heavily sedate him until we can get him restrained in the tower! *My left arm is numb but after years of feeling similar affects I can still move it. I hold my fractured right arm to my chest and look at Wilson.* Today was quite successful. I am sure we will make an impact when we arrive at the tower tonight. Prepare for a raise Mr. Wilson, I see a promotion in our future.
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 15, 2011 1:21:48 GMT -5
*I try to fight them, but I'm next to useless and they easily strap me down. I look up and all I see are drac masks and blue sky. My side feels wet, as if most of the stitches are ripped out again. The only thing I can move is my head. To my right is Max is taken away in a similar stretcher and he doesn't fight at all. I think that now I hate Wilson more than ever*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 15, 2011 1:23:51 GMT -5
*I smile at Orwell*
If this does not get their attention, then Better Living is truly blind.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 15, 2011 1:31:56 GMT -5
Sometimes I really think they are.
*I walk over to the van we had rode in and look in the back at the prisoners. I make a gesture but wince and hold my arm tighter. I motion with my head to the curly haired one and the man Wilson had fought with.* You two, move to the other van. *I turn to the agents with Max.* Load him in here. Put the girl in the other.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 15, 2011 1:35:51 GMT -5
*I squint at the light when the door opens. The tall man is there. I look over at Gear and the others before shrugging and standing up. I hop out of the vehicle and make eye contact with the leader, smirking as I pass. But then my grin faulters when I see Max bloody and unconscious. A drac pushes me along, and out of my stupor, towards the other van.*
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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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