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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 3, 2012 1:33:57 GMT -5
*When Red's handed the plates I turn and go back down the hall, finding seats on the far side of the theater and setting Red down. She hands me one of the plates and I'm surprised to find I rather enjoy the food, though it's still much less efficient than a packet of energy and nutrient pills. I'm pleased to see Red eating, as well. She needs all the food she can get.*
*The pain from my back has been slowly building, and I'm reminded that Red hasn't seen the medic since they got here.* Do you need pain pills, or anything else?
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 3, 2012 1:48:12 GMT -5
*The food tastes fantastic and I begin devouring it. It's mostly gone by the time Max's question registers. I think about it. I'm pretty sore and my side is throbbing, but it's nothing I can't handle. I shake my head 'No' and go back to eating*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 3, 2012 2:00:53 GMT -5
*I half-smile at Red's response. She never was one for taking pain pills, though I'm not sure why.* Let me know if you do later.
*I set my plate down when I finish, feeling better after having eaten. The killjoys are spread out, talking about who knows what. My night in the desert wasn't restful and I can feel myself getting tired, but I don't want to sleep. I know I can't put it off forever, but I don't like the idea of letting my guard down around so many killjoys.*
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 3, 2012 2:26:43 GMT -5
*I finish the enchilada, my stomach feeling unnaturally full from what I feels like so much food. Max looks tired and I think about offering to stay awake so he can sleep, but I don't know if he'll feel better about a useless Red looking after him*
*I see Nack talking with the other Killjoys and marvel at how she's barely a year older and seems so friendly. Of course the thought has crossed my mind of how I would be if Wilson hadn't picked me to train. I would be in BLI high school, have friends, and just hear whispers about the tower. Maybe I'd have friends like Sarah and Nack... medicated versions, of course*
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Post by madicecat on Feb 3, 2012 16:06:34 GMT -5
*I hear someone whose name I believe is to be JumpStart or something among those lines wish for some pre-helium movies.*
"If you're interested, I have a small collection..."
"Small?!" I interrupt with my mouth full, which causes Cat to lightly bat my shoulder. Mouse's collection is anything but small.
"... I have a collection of pre-helium stuff back at my den... safehouse, I mean. You could come and check some stuff out... same goes to everyone."
*I'm actually hoping someone will say yes. I've been away from the Rat's Nest for far too long.*
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 3, 2012 21:01:11 GMT -5
*I look over at the pair of killjoys* That sounds fantastic! Of course, it depends on where and when I am needed, but I'd love to see some of those old movies. Nothing can come close to pre-helium war cinema until there's a reasonable government in control again.
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Post by Poison Shot on Feb 4, 2012 1:37:51 GMT -5
*I play with the goggles hanging from my neck a little and look at arson*
I know what you mean... Sometimes I hope I'll wake up... at home with her by my side... or hoping to see some old friends, just someone I knew maybe not even a close friend. Just someone from my old life or old times. Even CQ and them. We're lucky to have Cat here. Even with her memory wiped, Its still her at heart and she's slowly recovering. She was with us from pretty much the beginning... she even saved my life one time on a raid when i went to far down and found those killjoys being used like lab rats, remember?
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Post by madicecat on Feb 4, 2012 13:43:40 GMT -5
*Though I'm still a little entertained with my enchilada (who knew food could be this good?), I can't help but overhear Poison speaking to... Arson, was she called? I turn to Blaze, who seems to react to Poison's words.*
"I did?"
*I nod slowly.*
"You did. You saved Poison and... and you saved me."
"Really? How?"
*I begin telling her the story... as much as I remember from it, anyways. I was out for most of the time, and only truly recalled from the theatre onwards. But she sits there, her eyes wide as a child's, and I can't help but spew out every insignificant detail, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she will come back.*
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 4, 2012 20:43:47 GMT -5
((Allright! Time jump time! Feel free to add your bit about what happened during this time))
*I spend the next four or five days mainly sleeping in one of the back rooms the killjoys have set up. The only times I get up are when they have me eat something or I make an attempt to walk around. The second part doesn't go as well as I'd hoped. I keep falling over or one or the other of my knees give out. I'm ashamed at how weak I am, but I try not to show it. Everyone's already worried enough about BLI and the future as it is*
*That's something that confuses me, however. There seems to be a general sense of defeat in the air, even though everyone is alive and mostly well. Killjoys were notorious in Battery City for surviving no matter what and having an almost clownish attitude, but I see none of that here*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 5, 2012 1:20:26 GMT -5
*The days pass too slowly for my liking. My back begins to heal with the help of the killjoy's medic, and my fever doesn't return. I don't sleep at all the first two nights, but then my exhaustion catches up to me and I fall asleep sitting against one wall of Red's room. Nothing happens, and I'm reassured a small bit. Not enough to trust the killjoys, but enough to start sleeping regularly again. I'm proud of Red for continuing her efforts to walk, though I pretend I don't notice. She doesn't ask for help most of the time, and I can tell she's embarrassed when she falls. I wonder how long the killjoys are planning on staying here; with a group this large, supplies will run out quickly.*
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 5, 2012 15:25:44 GMT -5
*With my patients having no opportunity to re-injure themselves, I get enough sleep myself for the first time in a while. I find myself missing my anatomy textbooks and I try to distract myself by playing cards and talking to the other killjoys. They're a great bunch of people and remind me of the killjoys I knew back in New York. We also go though our weapons and clean them all and tally up the extra ammo. The last part Nack really enjoys*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 7, 2012 11:34:05 GMT -5
*I wake up one morning, yawning, and push aside the blanket I'd brought up into the catwalks with me. I'd forgotten how much I loved sleeping up here, though it had always been hard to snag a spot with as many killjoys as we'd had. I climb down as quietly as I can, and see that the door to the ticket booth is ajar. I make my way to the front and stick my head in, finding Gear keeping watch inside.*
Morning, sunshine. Want me to get you anything?
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Feb 7, 2012 11:38:27 GMT -5
*I'd been leaning on the counter, watching the deserted road out front and trying not to fall asleep, and I straighten up quickly when I hear a voice from behind. Turning around, I smile when I see it's Arson. I don't know where she was sleeping, but she's somehow avoided either messed-up hair or wrinkled clothing. I don't know how she does it.* Hey. Uh, sure, I guess. If you're getting breakfast, I'll take some.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 7, 2012 11:45:46 GMT -5
Coming right up! *I close the ticket booth door and start back down the aisle. There are several killjoys sleeping on the stage, and as I pass the back rooms I see a few of them are occupied as well. I take a moment to duck into the makeup room, eyeing myself in the mirrors to see what Gear was smiling about. I /think/ I look fine, though. Shirt's not on inside-out or anything like that. My hair even looks acceptable. Oh well - whatever it is, he'd have told me if it was something embarrassing.*
*When I get to the kitchen, I have to step around Nack, who's curled up in the corner. I try not to laugh. I really shouldn't be surprised. The food I find, however, is no laughing matter; there's hardly anything left. A cautious trip out to the van confirms that we moved the rest of our supplies inside yesterday, which means that we're going to need a food run soon. And I doubt we'll be lucky enough to find another drop-off point. I'll have to talk to the others when they're awake.*
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Post by Poison Shot on Feb 8, 2012 1:46:28 GMT -5
*I wake up from sleeping well underneath the stage trapdoor since Arson had the catwalk, yawning and stretching my arms out*
What a night..
*I get up and head to the kitchen to get some food, avoiding nack who's curled in the corner and I open the fridge... nothing much but a few pieces of bread and not much substance. I grab a few things and salvage a small amount of food from leftovers and eat what I can, but its not enough. Definitely not enough for when the others wake up too.
I walk to the vans outside and see arson*
One of the few things we have to deal with out here, huh? We have our freedom and minds but we dont get nearly as many resources as we need. We're going to need to do a raid or run. Hopefully small scale.
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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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