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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 24, 2012 1:16:51 GMT -5
*I look up when I hear a motor cut off outside, and start to get up and grab my weapons before I remember that the killjoy is above me with a gun. I sit back down on the stage, facing the double doors and waiting. The sooner this is over with, the sooner I can leave and - do whatever it is I'll be doing next...*
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 24, 2012 1:23:22 GMT -5
*I tense a bit when I realize Arson is talking about Max. I wave my hand in the air for a second before I remember I have the notebook. I take it out and quickly write: 'Don't hurt Max! Send me in first' and then hold out the notebook. The holster digs into my side where it is hidden by my jacket*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 24, 2012 2:16:26 GMT -5
*I pause for a long moment, considering Red's request. She's not exactly up for trouble, but from what I've seen, she won't be in danger from Max... and if he's already on edge, it might be safer for all of us.* Okay... but we're going to be right behind you. And if something happens and it's a choice between you and him, we're choosing you.
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 24, 2012 2:25:01 GMT -5
*I look over at Arson, getting a little past annoyed at this point* Are you kidding? She can barely walk! Don't you remember her fainting earlier today, Arson?
*PB puts a hand on my shoulder, but I shrug him off. If Red goes into a seizure or has a heart attack because we are pushing her too fast...*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 24, 2012 2:27:18 GMT -5
*I look between Jump and Red, and sigh. I agree with Jump, personally, but Red's probably right that she should go in first. If there's one thing that'll keep Max from attacking us, it'll be Red* What if I carry her, Jump? She won't have to walk, and I'll be right there if something goes wrong.
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 24, 2012 2:42:06 GMT -5
*I sigh. I know Red and Max have a sort of friendship... I nod* But keep your radio on, Gear. And we have to be right behind, as close as is safe.
*I shoulder my med backpack, mentally double-checking what's inside. I have enough to deal with maybe three more serious injuries, then we'll need to restock. PB begins checking the charge on his guns*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 24, 2012 15:19:21 GMT -5
*the engine noises from a bit away cut off and I see max moving towards his weapons and back away, good move on his part. I still have the rifle.*
*I stand up and look out the window, I can hardly see anything a few figures just barely in sight, I'm just hoping its the one's I'm expecting.*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Jan 24, 2012 23:12:37 GMT -5
*I look over to see Moon playing with her gun and I toss her an extra battery pack* Here. We stole quite a few when we raided BLI last... well at least I did. We were stuck in a doctor's office for quite some time. Long story.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 24, 2012 23:21:52 GMT -5
*I nod and let Gear pick me up. He's strong and I'm quickly high off the ground. I look down, not sure if I've ever been this concious before when someone has picked me up. I hook an arm around Gear's neck so I can look around better. The theater towers in front of us a couple blocks away. The rest is a sort of strange half ghost town, half desert mess. The only consistent structure is the road itself*
*I look back at the group as we start down the toad. Nack smiles and gives me a thumbs up, the twins are doing their best to ignore each other and, and Moon just looks worried. Arson nods and quickly waves and I know they'll back us up the best they can. I turn back, hoping Max is allright*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 25, 2012 1:21:17 GMT -5
*I look up at the display board as we pass beneath it, but it's impossible to tell what movies were playing last. Arson's told me stories about the theater, and I'm curious to see it myself. At the moment, though, I have bigger things to worry about - like whether I'm about to get shot by an apparently ex-drac.*
*I push one of the double doors open with my foot, standing just inside so it doesn't close again. I can hardly see anything for a moment, nearly blind after the bright light outside* Poison? You in here?
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 25, 2012 1:29:34 GMT -5
*I moved over to a pillar near the door, waiting by it with my gun in hand just in case the visitors weren't... the ones invited. The door opens and I tense up and see someone walk in and they call my name*
*I lower my gun slightly and move closer to the center of the room ready to fire... and then I see Funhouse Gear standing in the doorway*
Oh, Geez. Gear! Almost shot your head clean off your body for a second there.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 25, 2012 1:44:05 GMT -5
*When the killjoy steps into the doorway, I'm confused at first. He's in silhouette, and it takes me a second to realize he's carrying someone. That seems odd to me - why would they bring their injured in first, when everything else suggests they're being so cautious? I frown as I get a better look at the girl, and when I recognize her I can't believe it. In an instant I'm moving up the aisle, disregarding both the killjoys, though the one who let me in here has his gun pointed at me again. I don't care about anything besides Red right now.*
*I want to know what she's doing here, why she's with killjoys, what happened to her - because she's obviously in bad shape - but all that comes out is,* What are you wearing?
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 25, 2012 1:59:42 GMT -5
*At first I'm elated to see Max. Moving and everything, he's not in as bad a shape as I imagined. Then he steps from the shadows. I am prepared for his scarred face, but he's burned as well and there's too much dried blood for comfort. Dried sweat has formed cracks of salt on his face and his hair is going every which way. If it were anyone but Max, I'd think they were crazy*
*I feel my face flush, but my reaction is more from his comment than his appearance. I didn't think about what I look like or the fact that Max could see me as a traitor. I figit in Gear's arms until I have my notebook and pen. With shaking hands I write: 'They canceled the Red program. I was going to die. The killjoys saved me. Origional clothes ruined' and hold it out to Max, hoping it's enough*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 25, 2012 2:08:53 GMT -5
/They/ cancelled it? Wilson, you mean? *I feel myself getting angry, and force the emotion down. There's nothing I can do now anyway. I see how nervous she looks, and wonder if she actually thinks the clothes make a difference to me* It's fine, I promise. At least you got out.
*I look up at the killjoy carrying her and hold out my hands, my voice going flat again.* Let me have her.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 25, 2012 2:14:13 GMT -5
Glad you didn't, then! *I'm relieved to see Poison, but then suddenly Max is there, and I have to stop myself from drawing my gun. He looks /awful/, and I can't help but stare at the scars on his face, and neck, and arms, since he's taken his jacket off. No wonder he always wore the mask... Red's anxiety is contagious, but I'm taken off guard by the way he talks to her. He sounds so... normal. But then he notices me, and he's just like I remember him: like he'd as soon shoot me as talk to me, and think nothing of it. I go on the defense and want to refuse him out of principle, but by now I'm reasonably sure that Red will be safe with him. Besides, the whole point of this exercise was to keep him pacified, so I reluctantly do as he asks, careful not to jar Red*
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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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