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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 15, 2011 1:37:24 GMT -5
*I glance at the others, but do as I'm told and follow Retro to the second van. From what I can see, it looks like the crows caught up with Max and Red, and neither came out well. I'm slightly surprised to realize I feel bad for the pair.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 15, 2011 1:41:43 GMT -5
*I watch them all load up, thinking. Max and Red were clearly out in the zones too long. Red even had something akin to a killjoy shirt on. The killjoys don't make a fuss. Hopefully the state of Max and Red makes an impression on them. I walk up to Red as they load her up. She tenses, clearly terrified. I reach in her pocket and pull out a notebook. Predictable. I wave it in her face before pocketing the book and climbing into the driver's seat of the first van. It's been a good day*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 15, 2011 1:45:12 GMT -5
*The look the curly haired one gave me disturbed me slightly. It was not as if she was angry like the others, but had accepted fate and could care less. I watch her and smile a bit when I see her reaction to Max. Then I turn and climb into the passenger seat next to Wilson.*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 15, 2011 2:35:02 GMT -5
*Retro and Gear leave, and with them goes all of Nack's hope. He has no idea what was going on outside of the van, but he's certain it wasn't good. The two exit, and Nack finds his heart slowly sinking. Soon, however, an injured Drac is lifted into the vehicle. It takes a second, but Nack recognizes the man as the one that took Red away. He recoils slightly, not expecting both the amount of injuries and the familiarity, but he soon regains himself. Turning to his captors, he snarls.*
I suppose you're not going to uncuff us. That would be stupid. No, no. Let the two medics sit in the corner and stare idly into fucking space while some random guy dies in front of us. Sounds like a goddam good idea. *He glares hard at the guards* You're a bunch of monsters. Every one of you.
*It doesn't matter that this man took Red away. If he's important to her, he's important to Nack.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 15, 2011 9:12:15 GMT -5
*I climb into the van while the androgynous child with orange hair spits fire at my coworkers. I look sadly at him (her?), hoping to meet her (his?) eyes and signal that I would help if I could. Really. I know it's against regulation, but I want to help the prisoners...even though I cannot.* We will be at the city soon. He will last until then, and then the medical department can stabilize him. This man is not going to die. You can relax. *I smile gently, sadly at the Killjoy as I sit down.*
((I'm going to be gone all day today, so could you try not to leave Angie out of the party? Unless you want to. That's alright too.))
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 15, 2011 10:22:51 GMT -5
*I climb back into the van and sit down, I keep my eyes and my gun on Max*
((it might be hard for me to get on as well but I'll try to))
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 15, 2011 11:05:39 GMT -5
Miss Mahoney, you can put the gun down. He's restrained. And unless you plan on blatantly breaking the rules, you won't need to shoot him. *I wonder why she felt the need to keep herself armed in the first place.*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 15, 2011 11:57:12 GMT -5
Right, sorry, I've just always been a little on the cautious side because of... Past events let's say *i set my gun down next to me*
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 15, 2011 16:37:01 GMT -5
*I sit in the corner where they dragged PB to make room for Max. Was it only a day or two ago he showed up? I thought I'd never see him, or Red, again. He looks much worse this time and as a doctor it bothers me that I cannot help anyone at the moment. With that mask on I can only tell he alive by the slight movement of his chest. I wonder if that means Red is around as well...*
*PB slumps against Nack, who is shouting at the agents. Good for her. I'm too many kinds of pissed off right now to figure out where to direct my anger. I decide to save it for Orwell*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 15, 2011 21:44:16 GMT -5
*Sitting on the floor of the second van, I can barely see Red on her stretcher. She's obviously in pain, though, and more than a little panicked. I don't touch her, not knowing how she'd react, but speak quietly enough that the dracs up front shouldn't be able to hear.*
Red...I can't promise that everything will be okay, but we'll still help you if we can. We're all in this together and if there's ever a chance to get out we'll take you with us.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 15, 2011 22:45:25 GMT -5
*I wince when I see Red laying there. She's so little, she's been through so much. Gear talks to her and I go sit against the wall, staring at the floor. What have we gotten ourselves into...*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 15, 2011 22:58:04 GMT -5
*I struggle until I hear Gear. I can barely concentrate through the pain, the straps dig into my skin, and I am now a prisoner of BLI and Wilson again. Yet, his words somehow comfort me. It's odd to think that three days ago these killjoys and I were free. Mere hours ago Max and I were eating breakfast at a farmhouse. Now everything is gone and yet here is Gear, who didin't even trust me, giving me hope. I look over to his voice, although it hurts to turn my head*
*The van starts to move and I loose it, tears flowing from my eyes and I can't even wipe them away*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 15, 2011 23:41:52 GMT -5
*I radio the Tower*
RB: Home, this is Unit 8. We have captured five killjoys and two former agents. Requesting medical assistance. At least two...*I look over at Orwell*...maybe three will need immediate surgery. Get your best down here. I want everyone taken care of, even the killjoys.
RB (tower): Acknowledged. Three teams will be ready. What is your ETA?
Wilson: About an hour and a half.
Tower: Rodger. Over and out
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 15, 2011 23:49:53 GMT -5
*I look up at Red and my eyes grow wide. She's crying. I've seen her cry from pain, but... this is more. I get up and watch her for a second- too stunned to do anything and then I, with quite an amount of difficulty, pull the bandana out of my back pocket. I hesitate then wipe her face with it.*
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Post by Aerith Lin on Oct 15, 2011 23:58:55 GMT -5
*I smile under my helmet as i sneak behind the vans... they dont suspect a thing... poor things... I stay out of the mirrors range of sight and silently climb ontop of the van and slowly lower my head to the drivers side window as he's distracted by his radio*
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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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