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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 2, 2012 23:31:03 GMT -5
*I move sarah and wake her up from the nap she was taking. I grab the two bags of materials I salvaged and join the others. The alley is dry, and kinda sandy but what isnt around here anymore.*
Alright. Lets get these babies to safety
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 3, 2012 0:44:59 GMT -5
*I take my backpack and three bags (not quite sure how I manage to carry all of them, but I do) and bundle them inside. We go through the back door and into the kitchen, shoving everything onto shelves with plans to organize them later* Anyone home? Food crew's back!
*I call down the hallway as I start for the stage, not wanting to take anyone off guard, especially Max*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 3, 2012 0:53:15 GMT -5
*I wake with a start when I hear Arson, trying to get up quickly and nearly ending up on the floor* Shit... ow... *Everything hurts, and my arms and legs are so stiff I can hardly stand up straight. Note to self: don't go to sleep right after a fight. I limp out from behind the curtains and cross the stage* Out here!
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Post by jumpstart on Mar 3, 2012 0:59:34 GMT -5
*I enter the theater drop my bags of cans when I see gear, barely hearing PB curse behind me. I walk quickly over to the stage and jump up. Soon I'm close enough to really assess the damage. Multiple cuts to the face, bruised cheek bone... I see how gingerly he walks, there's more injuries than I can see*
Gear, I need to look at your injuries asap. That cut above your eye, for one, needs to be sewn up. Would you prefer a back room?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 3, 2012 1:13:30 GMT -5
- the hell? *I run over, resisting the urge to push Jump aside, and reach up to touch Gear's cheek* What happened?! Are you okay?! *He looks awful, and I can't keep the worry out of my voice*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 3, 2012 1:16:11 GMT -5
*I half-smile when Arson touches my face, but shake my head* Tell you in a few. And I don't care where you look me over, Jump. If we stay out here I can explain while you work, I guess.
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Post by jumpstart on Mar 3, 2012 1:37:11 GMT -5
*I nod and have Gear lay down so I can start the checkup. From what I can tell, he bruised a few ribs and one knee is tender, but the cuts on his Face, hands, and forearms are the worst. I go to fill up a small bucket with water, so I can wash the wounds out before I bandage them*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 3, 2012 1:39:19 GMT -5
*I circle around the building when I hear the van pull up, but holster my gun when I see it's just the killjoys returning. I go back to the front and enter through the main doors, standing in the doorway between the lobby and the theater, and observing. At least they brought food.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 3, 2012 1:50:32 GMT -5
*I turn my head to the side while Jump works on my arms, so I can watch Arson as I talk. I can't see PB, Poison, or Sarah, but I'm pretty sure I can see Moon off to one side* I went out with Moon as planned, and we found a possible safehouse. It's in Zone 5, an old two-story, and it's not much to look at but the basement's solid and there's a functioning well, so water wouldn't be an issue. I figure we can start there, and move on as needed. So anyway, we came back here, couldn't find Red. The two of us and Max went out looking, and I found her first.
*I pause when Jump starts on my knuckles, and try to keep from moving my hand away automatically* Long story short, she'd gone out on her own for food and been spotted by a gang of - I don't want to call them killjoys, honestly, but that's what they thought of themselves as. Looked to be led by someone with the callsign Captain, and I also heard the names Oscar and Slink. There were two others. I got there in time to stop them from, uh, /doing anything/ to Red, but I had to fight our way out. Oh, and the one called Slink had gotten ahold of your gun somehow, so I had to get that back too. *I don't mention the insults, and I hope I don't sound too irritated; I know how much Arson likes Red, and I don't want to make her mad*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 3, 2012 1:56:16 GMT -5
*I listen to Gear's story, feeling my disbelief turn to anger. That killjoys would do something like that seems impossible, but by the looks of Gear's injuries, he had to put up a hell of a fight to get them both out. And speaking of 'both'...* Where is she? The back room?
*I get up without waiting for an answer, and start for the hallway* I'll be back in a few.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 3, 2012 2:00:35 GMT -5
*I push myself up on one elbow when Arson walks off, looking after her* Wait, don't you -? *But she's out of sight, and I lie back down with a sigh and close my eyes. I was hoping the sympathy would last a /little/ longer than that. And a thank-you would have been nice. In terms of getting her attention, I'm not sure how much more I'm willing to put up with, in terms of injury severity. I mean come on, how's my black eye and bruised ribs supposed to compete with an emotionally vulnerable fifteen year old?*
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Post by jumpstart on Mar 3, 2012 2:07:17 GMT -5
Hey hey, lay back down, Gear, I need to bandage your ribs!
*I'm concerned for Red now, but I trust the others to get me if she's in any immediate health crisis. I'm shocked by Gear's story, but block it out so I can focus on Gear. I know washing out the cuts hurts, but Gear is by far more upset by Arson leaving. I wonder if they had an argument... After I clean the wounds I bandage them (as well as his ribcage), then have him sit up so I can sew up his eye. I hear banging around in the kitchen and soon PB comes out with two bowls of beans and rice. They look delectable to me*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 3, 2012 2:32:52 GMT -5
*I get to the door to Red's room, knock quietly, and open it a bit* Red? It's Arson. Can I come in? *I have no idea what state she'd be in after something like that, so I'm not sure what to expect*
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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 3, 2012 2:36:06 GMT -5
This is what I was talking about a while back... It's despicable. This is what the killjoys have turned into? We used to be fighting for something! To help keep color and freedom from being barred or destroyed. But instead we have to worry about little girls being attacked. I've hot half a mind to find them and give them a little lesson..
*sarah grabs my hand. She's clearly also upset over red but the look in her eyes suggest something else too... And I know what she's thinking.*
Yeah.... I know...
* I grab the bag of misc. metals and electronics and spread them out on the stage so I can start modifying and seeing what can be used*
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 3, 2012 2:36:29 GMT -5
*I hear Arson's voice and put down the sketch book, nodding. By this time I've put my socks on and zipped up my hoodie as far as it will go. I haven't moved from the corner, preferring the place farthest from the door and with the most protection. The main comforter on the bed is securely around my person, forming a warm barrier with the outside world*
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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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