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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 21, 2012 2:33:42 GMT -5
((Copied from 'A Cat Stuck in a Tree p.21))
*I raise my eyebrows* Uh, yeah. We can totally do that.
*I can tell Arson doesn't want to elaborate, so I put the van into gear once everyone is settle and pull out. The way is a bit bumpy until we reach the main road, but no one seems to mind. Once we hit highway we stay alert for other vehicles, helicopters, or cameras. Anything can get you out here*
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 22, 2012 0:24:15 GMT -5
*I read until I get sleepy and slowly drift off. The drone of the van, the music, the chatter of friends... I find it all so comforting. I dream about my brothers' and my's childhood house, but we're in the suburb for some reason instead of the city. A sweet melody falls from the sky and warm, but not burning, sun hits my face. I realize I'm not the child, but the father of a perfect family... I smile, knowing somehow it's not real, but not really caring*
*Far off I feel the book, 'Tuck Everlasting', fall from my hands*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 22, 2012 0:59:35 GMT -5
*I talk with Poison for the most part, catching up on everything and laughing over old memories. PB joins in now and then, asking about places he hasn't been yet and the like. We think Jump might be interested in Operation Placebo, but it's a bit of a discomfiting subject and we don't want to wake him, anyway.*
*I sit up straighter as PB pulls off onto one of the side roads several hours later. I start recognizing landmarks, and tap him on the shoulder when we're close, but just out of sight of the mailbox* Mind stopping here?
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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 22, 2012 1:05:11 GMT -5
Sure, no prob.
*I stop the car, but keep the music on to keep people entertained as Arson goes to do whatever it is she needs to. I look into the back of the van, but Jump is still asleep. He is the heaviest sleeper I've ever met. Must not be genetic, I guess...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 22, 2012 1:18:30 GMT -5
*I sling my bag over my shoulder and start off into the desert. The sun's as hot as ever, but I hardly notice. Just over a low rise, the mailbox comes into view. I almost stop walking, but make myself continue. It's covered in paint, faded plastic flowers, and anything else a killjoy has ever taken a fancy to and stuck on. "I forgive u" stares me in the face as I kneel down in front of it, and the words are more applicable than I would like. I don't know if I /can/ forgive Retro.*
*It's not hard to find; the dirt's still a bit looser than everywhere else, though it's been bleached back to the same dry tan. Less than a minute of digging, and I'm brushing the dust off a small black remote. A tiny white cartoon face smiles up at me, and I take the time to scrape it off with a fingernail. I don't like the feel of it; cool from being underground, it feels out of place in the desert. I don't like thinking about what that switch controls.*
*I've thought about what I'd do with it; I can't just put it in a pocket and hope it doesn't fall out. And bags get stolen, holsters get taken along with guns. So I sit down cross-legged, pull out my needle and thread, and use a scrap of cloth to carefully stitch the remote into the inside left ankle of my jeans. It's not like they get washed regularly anyway, and I hardly even take them off, what with sleeping in my clothes. When I stand up you can barely even see the bulge, it's so narrow.*
*I tell myself I'll never have to use the remote, as I walk back to the van. I won't see Retro in the Zones, and even if I do, it won't come to that. I don't believe it, though, not really.*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 22, 2012 1:27:04 GMT -5
*I smile at Arson as she gets back in the van, but she doesn't smile back. Right. Maybe she'll talk to Gear or Poison about it, someone she knows better. I start up the Van again and we head for the inner zones*
Allright, people, let's get some food!
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Post by Poison Shot on Feb 23, 2012 14:57:51 GMT -5
Alright I've got a few batteries and supplies in the safe house. I should probably try to get supplies for that one too or else it's not much use to us in the future. I can also get a few gadgets in case we need them. ill keep the radar blockers around the theatre for now. I may have a few more in the house.
Arson, I've been meaning to tell you something...
*i look around and out th window to the sky*
But it can wait for now...
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 23, 2012 18:16:41 GMT -5
*I glance over at Poison, still a bit distracted, but curious despite myself.* Sure. Just let me know.
*There's not as much talking on the way to the city, though PB keeps the music going so it doesn't get too dull. We slow down as we start to get close, so Mouse can direct us towards the food dump; we have enough batteries for a fight if it turns into one, and the more room we leave in the van, the more food we can bring back to Poison's safehouse*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 26, 2012 21:48:32 GMT -5
*I pull up behind the 'food dump'. In reality it's just a warehouse with lower quality or rejected food, meant to be shipped out to the outer-zone towns. Fortunately for us, this means that security isn't nearly as tight as it would be around a BLI warehouse. I'm glad we have a drac van as well. These tinted windows have probably saved our life more than once. I turn to the back*
Ok, I'm going to shoot the surveillance camera as quickly as possible and then we need to- hey, Jump! Aw, will somebody slap him or something? He needs to be awake for this part.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 26, 2012 21:54:31 GMT -5
*I look over and see Jump still fast asleep, leaning against the window. Reaching back, I snag the hem of his shirt and give it a few hard tugs; his head bumps against the glass and he sits up, making sleep-muddled noises more appropriate to his having been hit by a car or similarly injured. I smile despite myself* You're fine, Jump. Look alive, we're here.
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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 26, 2012 21:58:33 GMT -5
*I stifle a laugh (as Jump doesn't look all that happy) and continue the plan* Ok, I'll shoot the camera and then we need to move as quickly as possible. Arson and Poison, you guys have the task of getting the back doors open as quickly as possible. Then we all go in and grab as much as possible before motoring it out as quickly as possible. Sound good to everyone?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 26, 2012 22:02:16 GMT -5
*I tick off the steps on my fingers* Jump out quickly, open the doors quickly, grab the food quickly, drive away quickly. Sounds pretty straightforward to me. Let's get this over with.
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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 27, 2012 1:23:41 GMT -5
*I nod, throw Jump my extra gun, and open the van door. Bracing myself against the frame I fire at the two cameras I see. They go up in sparks and I smile* Cameras are down, let's go!
*I leave the car door open and sprint to the back doors of the warehouse. I can hear the pounding of the others' footsteps behind me*
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Post by Poison Shot on Feb 27, 2012 1:25:27 GMT -5
*i holster a few small guns and tell Sarah to keep lookout with the shotgun.*
If you see anything, notify us immediately so we can grab as much supplies and run. Got it?
*she nods*
Good.
*panting and running to catch up to the others I turn to arson* Looks like there's a rubbish bin over there too. May have electronics or supplies I can use in projects. So let's grab the food first and then try to rummage that too really quickly if we can. We may not find much but anything is good progress.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 27, 2012 1:46:48 GMT -5
*I look where Poison indicated, spotting the bin as I get to the doors* Got it. We'll take whatever we can get, yeah?
*The bay doors are a good ten feet tall on metal tracks, made to slide aside and allow truck access, but off to the side is an employee entrance. I'm relieved to find that it's just a basic lock - not a barcode or key card system. Taking out the raygun I got at the theater and one of the thin metal dowels I keep in my bag, I kneel down in front of the door. Three rapid shots directly into the crack between the door handle and the frame soften the metal of the deadbolt, and I use the dowel to punch a divot into it before it can melt down and weld the door shut permanently. Four more repetitions and I'm through, the door swinging open in front of me* We're through. In we go!
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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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