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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 8, 2012 1:59:34 GMT -5
*I nod, sliding the van door shut and starting back to the theater with him* Yeah. There's enough of a civilian population here that we might be able to just buy some food - assuming we can scrounge together more than ten carbons between us - but I don't know that we want to risk drawing attention that way. I mean, we have a lot of people here. We'll need a lot of food if we don't want to have to go out again in two days. Honestly, I don't know how much longer we can even stay here.
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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 8, 2012 2:10:34 GMT -5
*I wander outside, letting Jump sleep. I wave when I see Poison and Arson by the van and jog over to them, overhearing the last part of their conversation* Morning! Hey, does this zone have suppliers, like, illegal trading and all that? If we find something else to trade, we could get food prettily easily that way. We used to also get some stuff from the zone farmers or...you know... *I look a little sheepish about what I am about to say* ...we could steal it.
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 8, 2012 2:22:53 GMT -5
*I wake up to a piercing shreik, realizing too late that it's my own voice. Images of Hank and Wilson fade out of my head. I can't remember the dream, only a lingering sensation of pain and darkness... I shiver a little and pull the blanket tigher around myself... trying to forget...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 8, 2012 2:28:26 GMT -5
*I'm awake and on my feet in an instant, expecting to see crow agents bursting through the door and hear the thumping of chopper blades overhead. Instead I see Red, curled up in her blanket and shaking, eyes squeezed shut. Was it really her who screamed?* Red?
*I close the door, hoping the killjoys don't come running, and then crouch down next to her. I make sure she's aware of me before I put a hand on her arm* Are you hurt?
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 8, 2012 2:42:15 GMT -5
*I shake my head. Flinching a little when Max puts his hand on my arm, even though I stopped doing that days ago. I take a deep breath, blinking back tears, and put one of my hands on his. Max's hand is so warm...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 8, 2012 2:56:49 GMT -5
*I see the marks on her arms, obviously recent though they've healed remarkably fast, and again have to control my anger. I haven't thought of them in years, but now I remember those first weeks after I was captured by Better Living. I didn't get a calm night's sleep until I was able to start blocking it all out. I don't know how to help Red, though.* Nightmare?
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 8, 2012 3:03:16 GMT -5
*I nod and suddenly I can't take it any more. I can feel the memories, the only ones I have, creeping on the edge of my conciousness. Nightmares can twist them all they want and I know they can't get worse. I throw my arms around Max's neck and silently cry, too ashamed to even look at him. Even his scars under my fingers are a comfort, a contrast to the remembered cold of Hank's experiment table... Wilson's tests...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 8, 2012 3:13:17 GMT -5
*I freeze, startled by the sudden contact, but then slowly wrap my arms around her. The gesture is strange and yet somehow familiar, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. It seems to be what Red needs right now, though, and at this point I know I'd do nearly anything. I don't recall ever seeing her cry before, and I'm too preoccupied to spare any hatred towards Wilson* I'll keep you safe, I promise. They'll never touch you again.
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Post by Poison Shot on Feb 8, 2012 14:44:44 GMT -5
*I look to pb who has just joined the conversation*
No... I don't think stealing is the best idea either. At least not from people who also have to live in the zones. We could buy as many supplies as we can but Arsons right too... we're short on Carbons. And we should leave the theatre soon. Can't stay in one place too long. I love this theatre, but if we want it to stay as one of our safehouses we're going to need to find a new one.
We've been using the same old safe houses over and over... its time we made a new one too. We can look up for new supply shipments to the city and try to raid the smaller convos or scavenge through old deserted bases for cans of power pup and batteries. We should decide this soon.
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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 8, 2012 21:27:22 GMT -5
*I nod* Right. Sorry, it's just something we used to do back in New York when we were desperate. I'm all for raiding a convo, though. If we don't have a supply map we could just stalk one of the main highways until a patrol shows up. Hell, we could use our own drac van as bait.
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Post by redhavoc on Feb 8, 2012 22:41:28 GMT -5
*It takes a while, but I finally get my crying under control. I realize suddenly that I feel more safe at that moment than I have in a long time. I slowly pull back, wiping my eyes. I look at Max and realize that I've left a big wet mark on his shoulder. Trying to wipe it off will do no good, but I attempt it anyway*
*This close to Max, I note his scars are either well-healed white marks or ridges. Most people would be frightened by his appearance, but I find them hansome in a way. They show a story and are part of who Max is. I am sure many people, killjoys and BLI, carry scars that aren't so obvious*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Feb 8, 2012 23:10:24 GMT -5
*I put a hand on her wrist to stop her from brushing at my shoulder* It's fine. It'll dry. *I'm silent for a moment, not sure what to do next. Then I push myself to my feet* I doubt you want to try to sleep any more, but if you do, go ahead. I'm going to see if I can get us anything to eat. I'll be back in a few minutes.
*When she nods, I step out into the hallway, leaving the door ajar. I don't see anyone, so I head towards the kitchen*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 8, 2012 23:13:10 GMT -5
I like that idea, PB. *The three of us walk around to the front of the theater, and I wave to Gear to join us inside* Using the van is a good idea. And you're right, Poison, the sooner we get out of here the better. We don't want the theater to get put on another watch list.
*I raise my voice as I lead the way down the aisle* Look alive, killjoys! Huddle on the stage, five minutes! Dinner's on the line! And lunch, and breakfast...
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Post by madicecat on Feb 8, 2012 23:25:18 GMT -5
*No food. No fucking food. I'm really beginning to miss my little hideout; not to mention it's beginning to get awfully crowded. But to look at Cat and Blaze and thinking about leaving them here is impossible. I sigh and walk outside, just barely catching wind of Poison's words. I hear the word raid, and my mind goes into scavenger mode. I approach them in an "all business" manner.*
"We could go back to Zone 1... all the left-overs from the City are thrown out to a dumpster every week and it's not too far away from my place. We should be able to get a couple of decent things... and some of those pre-war movies we talked about, recall it?"
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Post by Poison Shot on Feb 9, 2012 1:22:39 GMT -5
Oh hey mouse. I see you're awake too now.
Well yeah. That could be a good bet. We might have to do both unfortunately, if we want to stay small scale that is. If we want we can retreat after to my base in Zone 2, the bowling alley and lab. It has good defenses which is good for cat right now.
What do you think arson? We could get two teams to split up and do each task.
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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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