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Post by Max Griffiths on May 14, 2012 0:51:37 GMT -5
*I stay in the shade of the hangar with Red as the killjoys disperse back to the safehouse. She just shrugs when I ask if she wants to join them, and I'm guessing she's disappointed that the meeting with the new killjoy was so brief. Personally, I didn't bother trying to remember the new girl's name. Killjoys come and go so quickly around here, I don't really see the point.*
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*I hand the binoculars to Captain, and he looks through them for several long seconds without saying anything.* We gonna hit the rat's nest, Cap? Wait till they're all inside and torch it?
*I stare at the pair of killjoys sitting outside what seems to be a hidden entrance, and shake my head* No. Who knows what's down there. They might have a whole warren, with exits and tunnels and shit. No use trying to pin them down there, and they'll never all be down at once anyway. Besides, as far as we know, only Goggles, the brat, and her drac friend are sympathizers. We don't want to risk hurting killjoys.
*I adjust the focus, confirming the design on the back of one of the women's jacket, then pass the binoculars back to Gauge* We have a new target. You recognize her?
*I frown, thinking, then suddenly smile* Wait... she's the one we saw earlier in the week, isn't she? The one walking with Goggles - the one whose gun he fought Slink for! You don't mean to - ?
*I don't smile, fingering the handle of my knife* That's exactly what I mean to do.
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Post by Electric Revenge on May 14, 2012 1:01:26 GMT -5
*I smile shyly before taking a drink of water, trying to compose my thoughts.* We were on our way out of the zones... my previous group. *I quickly add.* One of our vehicles had broken down not too far from the terminal. I was out exploring with a couple of people, and I literally stumbled upon the hatch door. The handle was barely sticking up from the ground. We explored a bit and saw it would make a great place to store things in case we ever came back to the zones. I'm glad everything is still good after more than a year.
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Post by Static Venom on May 14, 2012 14:08:59 GMT -5
*I follow Gear closely, still a bit nervous about being here. I stay quiet and stand away from Gear as he goes over to PB*
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Post by Arson Anthem on May 15, 2012 12:56:17 GMT -5
Out of the Zones entirely? *I idly pick up a small chunk of asphalt, but drop it when I realize how hot it is* I've only been out there three times, I think. Always for something pretty serious. It's not the easiest going, until you get far enough away from the blast zones. What took you out that way?
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Post by Electric Revenge on May 15, 2012 13:49:22 GMT -5
*I fall quiet, a million thoughts racing through my head. I don't know how to say this without telling her about how I'm one of the Zone's Most Wanted. Or at least I was when we left.* There's something you need to know about my past that might come back and bite me, and us if you let me stay with you. I'll understand if you guys don't want me to be around.
*I take a deep breath.* We were running from SCARECROW after taking back one of our friends after she was taken from us and placed back in the city. Plus my brother and I are near the top of their most wanted list, wanted dead or alive. We needed to run far, far away from the Zones if we wanted to survive.
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Post by Arson Anthem on May 15, 2012 14:26:23 GMT -5
*I whistle softly* Wanted list, huh? That'd do it... I was there myself a while back, ended up getting a taste of the Wolfblood rehabilitation treatment. But the one who was gunning for me particularly was a woman named Sacramento, and I'm pretty sure she's gone now. It's been quiet for months. I think I might have been demoted. *I half smile, then shake my head* Point is, we're not kicking you out just because you've been blacklisted by the crow. If anything, we'll hold onto you all the tighter. Make it harder for them to pick you off.
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Post by Electric Revenge on May 15, 2012 15:16:11 GMT -5
Thanks Arson. I appreciate it. It's good to know that there are still Killjoys out there with decent morals. Unlike those guys last night. I hope their long gone by now! *I get up, pulling out one of my katanas and raising it in the air.* I wouldn't hesitate using this on them if they showed their faces again! *I slightly step on my bad ankle, sending a shot of pain up my leg and causing me to sit back down on the rock.*
Well, maybe they can wait until my ankle heals a bit more.
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Post by redhavoc on May 16, 2012 19:22:00 GMT -5
*I watch the killjoys disperse and then go get my soccer ball, idly kicking it against the wall. I want to talk, but my notebook's back in the hideout. Well, at least the new killjoy didn't see my crow bar codes. That's one plus for the day*
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Flame:
*BACK at the car with OSCAR. bored bored bored on borrowed knives. I feel like a caged PANTHER in the SUN, ready for more blood. Killjoys-anyone-everyone- too close and I can feel it. The zones are crowded with sinners and the SACRIFICE must be made...*
Oscar Mild:
*I watch Flame walk in wider and wider circles around the car, which we've hidden in one of the many hangers. Flame idly talks to himself. Huh. I idly flip him one of my knives, which he seems to enjoy. I have to take it away again when he starts cutting into his own leg, but oh well*
*I find it humorous Slink peers out at us from another room. Slink won't go near Flame now and has been very vocal about kicking him out of the gang. The Captain doesn't seem to mind though, says he has plans, the fun kind*
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 16, 2012 20:02:23 GMT -5
*We stay where we are for a couple minutes, and I do my best not to fidgit. Captain scans the whole area constantly, and I realize what he's waiting for when he quietly counts out four people, and indicates their locations. A guy and a girl a good distance away, and the drac and the kid inside a hangar. All the others are inside, though, and those four are too far away to notice anything if we're quick and quiet. I bounce on the balls of my feet, still crouching next to Captain, and wait for his orders*
All right, listen up. On my mark we both shoot for the target. You switch aim to the second one, and I'll make sure they're both down. When they are, we move. You've got those zip ties from the last patrol, right? Tie up the second, don't do any damage. Roll her into the shade if you can, we don't know how long she'll be out there. Then it's back to the car with the target and off. No mistakes this time.
Aye aye, Cap'n. *We both draw our guns, and I've never aimed so carefully in my life. Captain says the word, and bam! My laser beam's joined by two from Captain, and all three hit square on the killjoy's back. I'm already pulling the trigger again, and my next shot lands cleanly on the second woman. Easy peasy. We should have done this ages ago...*
Go! *I hiss, and the two of us leave cover and sprint forward*
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Post by petroleumblaster on May 16, 2012 21:03:09 GMT -5
*I wave hastily to the new killjoy and then turn back to Gear, looking for his reaction. I've already changed the bandage, but Jump really doesn't appear much better. Jump looks up at the ceiling, trying not to wince as Gear lightly prods the wound. He tries to remind us that healing takes time. Still, I'm concerned...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on May 17, 2012 0:24:14 GMT -5
*I shake my head, smiling* I don't think you have to worry about them. I mean come on, they already tried twice. How thick would they have to be to - *but suddenly I'm knocked forward, burning heat exploding across my back. I hit the pavement, my jacket falling to the side, and I barely register Electric's foot and my own twitching fingers before everything goes black*
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Post by Electric Revenge on May 17, 2012 10:43:52 GMT -5
Arson?! *I barely get the opportunity to watch Arson fall to the ground before I feel a burning sensation hit my back and knock me to the ground. I must have blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing I hear are rushing footsteps towards us. I struggle to get up off the ground, but my back is on fire and the pain is starting to spread to my arms. I slump back down to the ground, my vision fading in and out as I try to stay conscious; not for my sake, but Arson's, who hasn't moved since she was hit. I do the only thing I'm capable of doing at that moment: shouting for help. But my voice barely travels past my ears.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 17, 2012 12:16:32 GMT -5
*I pull a zip tie from my pocket, crouching down next to the second killjoy and pulling her arms behind her back. She's still struggling, though, and by the time I get her wrists secured Captain's already got the other one over his shoulder. I draw my gun again, keeping my voice low* Sorry about this, but we can't have you calling attention over here quite yet. No hard feelings, yeah?
*The gun still set to stun, I press it against her side and pull the trigger. That should put her out for a bit. A second zip tie goes around her ankles, and I drag her a few feet away so she's out of sight and in the shade.*
*I kick the woman's jacket aside when I pick her up, ignoring the black scorch marks on the painted canvas. Gauge is occupied with restraining the other one, and I start off right away. He catches up after about thirty seconds, and I whistle for the other three when the car comes into view.*
Flame - front seat. *The kid seems unhappy about the assignment, but it's going to be cramped with six of us in the car, and I don't want him messing with...* Slink, what did you say her name was?
*I slide into the backseat, as far from Flame as possible* Uh... 'A' something. Arson.
Right, then. Arson's going in the back with you three. Keep her on the floor and out of sight, and keep her quiet. If she starts to wake up, stun her again. Otherwise, leave her alone. *Oscar raises his hands innocently, casting a sideways smile in Flame's direction, and I scowl and get in the driver's seat. Two minutes later we're on the road, the airport a shrinking shadow on the horizon. Finally, something's going right.*
(These characters will shortly transfer to a new thread, "They Could Care Less" under 'Tales From the Zones' -> 'Missions'. Because 'Safehouses' doesn't really apply.)
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Post by Funhouse Gear on May 17, 2012 12:28:18 GMT -5
*I lift the edge of the bandage, seeing how inflamed the skin is around the wound and trying to remember everything I've ever learned about treating injuries. Jump's flushed and sweaty, but when I look up at PB, he seems fine. And it's really not all that hot down here... Jump, you had a fever last night, didn't you? And sweating means it's broken, which is good, right? *I look back at PB for confirmation, promising myself that if Jump pulls through this, I'm sitting him down and getting him to teach me everything he knows. I should have paid more attention before now...*
Static, do you have any medical knowledge? I don't know where Fail is, and she's the only one besides Jump with any serious experience.
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Post by Static Venom on May 17, 2012 21:47:34 GMT -5
*I sigh and shake my head* no, not really. I mean, only now how to treat a few, really basic things.. sorry.
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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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