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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 17:44:14 GMT -5
*I sit on the edge of the stage, still uncomfortable with the whole situation. I drink the water, but leave the food where it is. Shrugging out of my jacket, I feel the fabric pulling at my skin where it started to melt, and wish I could treat it myself. I don't want the killjoy touching me.*
Yes, I was. *I don't elaborate*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 18:33:17 GMT -5
I see... I was never good at medical stuff... I might have to call a few friends to help out on this.
*I grab a few things from the kit and start treating the minor burns and cuts from the sides, the major ones are more difficult to determine how to treat*
Those killjoys sure made a lot of noise and a mess of everything, ugh. When will people learn. Not that BL/ind is any better with their ways of going about things...
*I press a gauze pad onto a bleeding spot and press down firmly*
Here, hold onto that. I'm going to make a call from a few friends that can help with this stuff.
*rb* Arson. Hello? If you can hear this I need medical assistance up in the theatre. You know the one. Please respond.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 22, 2012 18:52:30 GMT -5
*rb* Is that really you, Poison? Sure, med assistance coming right up. What's the situation?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 18:57:02 GMT -5
*I hold the gauze in place, scowling when he calls more killjoys in. I was hoping to have to deal with as few as possible. I don't complain, though, if it'll help.*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 19:07:47 GMT -5
*rb* we've got an injured ex-bli officer by the name of... Max. Shots and burns to the back and sides, couple of scrapes, and it looks like he might have a fever. Looks like he was attacked by killjoy and Bli alike in an incident a few miles down.
*turns a bit and says softer*
He's a bit on edge, so be careful walking in.
*over*
They're on their way. They won't bother you much. Just fix you up and let you go out wherever your heading. I can tell you don't like being around killjoys much.
But I wouldn't worry much If I were you, for now at least.
I'm not really a "killjoy".
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 22, 2012 21:31:09 GMT -5
*rb* Copy that, Poison. Arson out.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 21:37:51 GMT -5
*He's not really a killjoy? What does that mean? I'm considering asking him to explain, but then something suddenly clicks and I remember where I've seen him before. We've undoubtedly run into one another in the Zones, but that first time, in the forest - the shooting, and the bomb. I wonder if he remembers that I shot him... and injured the female killjoy. He seemed to care for her. I never put thought into finding out what had happened to him.*
*It would likely be a bad idea to remind him, so I just nod, staring towards the door. I don't know how long it will take for the other killjoys to get here, but the sooner the better.*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 21:47:25 GMT -5
*I put away the radio*
They'll be here as soon as they can.
You're a quiet one...*I study max some more, looking at his clothes and actions* where's your mask? You've got the attire, but no mask.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 21:51:06 GMT -5
I don't wear it any more. *I want to, I think to myself. I hate not having it on.* It's not safe to wear a drac mask in the Zones.
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 22:03:28 GMT -5
Well, not by yourself at least. You'll get attacked by a bunch of kids. Or at the least the stupid ones who think the only way to stay safe from a drac is to kill them on the spot.
Thats how you get attention drawn to you, not to mention any search parties looking for them after. Or an ambush
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 22:09:44 GMT -5
*I just nod again. I don't know what the purpose of this conversation is. Discussing killjoy tactics seems rather... strange.*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 23, 2012 18:33:22 GMT -5
*Max just sits there and nods, clearly not caring much.*
So what do you plan to do once you're all fixed up? A new life? Revenge?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 23, 2012 20:07:47 GMT -5
*He's still trying to make conversation? It's nearly as bad as office chatter. But then again, he is the one with the gun. I should go along with it, I suppose.* I don't know. I can't go back to the city but there's someone there I need to find.
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 23, 2012 20:44:30 GMT -5
I'm probably annoying you with my talking, but then again. Talking, or thinking too, makes decisions and thoughts clearer. I talk to myself when I really want to figure something out.
And as for the one you're looking for, life always has a way of throwing them back at you.
I'm sure you'll see them again soon.
* I pour a cup of coffee and swirl it a bit before walking away and back up to a chair by the window upstairs where I originally saw max in the distance.*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 24, 2012 1:09:40 GMT -5
*By the time the sun's high overhead we're driving down the dusty streets of a Zone 4 ghost town. Around the next corner the theater comes into view, and I park the van just down the street so it's not so obvious where we're going.*
All right, everyone, we're here. A word of caution - the guy we're here to see isn't exactly a killjoy, and Poison says he's on edge. Just play it cool, all right?
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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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