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Post by petroleumblaster on May 18, 2012 23:09:24 GMT -5
*I look at Static, nodding* That's all right. I only wish we still had Jump's medical books, but they were in our truck, which got apprehended up in Oregon... *I trail off, thinking*
The only thing we can do now is wait. Let's get the others down here and form a plan... and nobody get hurt until Jump is better, ok?
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Post by Poison Shot on May 19, 2012 19:33:23 GMT -5
*I walk into the room after a long sleep, scratching at the barcode on my wrist. It's becoming more and more agitated. That hasn't happened in a long time.*
Oh. What's going on in here. Sorry to be intruding. How ya holding up Guys?
Oh! And PB. You wouldn't happen to have something for this would you? My barcode has been burning for the past few hours.
*I try not to sound alarmed, this could mean anything. Perhaps I cut myself earlier on something and just didnt notice.*
((Sorry for not posting! IT's been a seriously crazy few weeks. But I'm back and ready!))
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Post by petroleumblaster on May 20, 2012 1:48:02 GMT -5
*I turn to Poison, too stressed by my possibly dying twin to deal with this*
Check the bag. We're low on supplies right now, so low my brother might be bleeding to death and there's nothing we can do about it. Got it?
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Post by jumpstart on May 20, 2012 1:53:20 GMT -5
*I reach out and put my hand on PB's arm, trying to calm him. I don't really want a fight in such an enclosed area... and PB's sudden movements make me a little dizzy*
It's ok, PB. Poison, I think there really is some cream in the bag. Here, let me see the rash...
*I hold out my other hand, completely determined to be a doctor at this point*
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Post by Poison Shot on May 20, 2012 15:20:16 GMT -5
*The distress in PB's voice is undeniable and jump comes in to help even with everything that is going on. I show him the barcode area, It's growing more red around it.*
*I look over to PB*
There's always something we can do. What do we need. Me and Sarah will go get anything and everything. Make a list and we'll head out in my car. With just me and Sarah it will be easier to sneak in and out of anywhere.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on May 20, 2012 15:42:50 GMT -5
(Jump was already there, Poison... he's on a cot next to us)
*I look from Poison to the twins, not wanting tempers to rise but knowing PB's not exactly at his most calm right now.* Easy, PB. And Jump, don't push yourself too hard, all right? We need our medic back up and running, but not if it means you're sacrificing yourself. Med supplies would be a good idea, though. You guys talk over a list, and I'll head up and find the others, all right?
*I start for the door, but pause when I see Static still standing there, looking a bit lost. I force a smile* We're not usually this tense, don't worry. It's just not a great time right now. You can stay down here if you'd like, or follow me up - no pressure either way.
*I slide my goggles down when I step outside into the blinding light, and look around for the rest of the group. I don't see Arson or Electric, so I head for the hangar first.* Max, Red, we're gathering down below to figure out a game plan.
*I don't wait for a response, but keep moving. I still don't see the other two, and I'm starting to get worried... They said they'd be right outside the door and I circle back around that way. When I spot Arson's jacket on the ground I break into a run, feeling a weight in the pit of my stomach.* Arson! *There's no reply, and when I snatch the jacket up I see the scorch marks on the carefully painted canvas* No... Arson! Electric!
*I jump up onto the rock and over the other side, and see Electric slumped on the ground and nearly out of sight. I kneel next to her, checking for a pulse and trying to wake her up* Electric, can you hear me?!
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 20, 2012 15:48:38 GMT -5
*I push away from the wall when the killjoy calls to us, and start making my way back towards the safehouse. I'm willing to put up with the close proximity if they'll be discussing their plans. I'm still not sure how long I'll be staying, and I'll take any information I can get. I'm barely out of the hangar when the killjoy suddenly starts shouting, however, and I frown as I try to see what's upset him. I think he's saying the names of two of the other killjoys, and I glance back at Red*
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Post by Electric Revenge on May 20, 2012 16:10:44 GMT -5
*My mind is so fuzzy as I regain consciousness. I can hear someone shouting out, and it takes a few moments for me to realize they're calling out my name. Everything hurts, especially my back where I was shot...Oh shit!*
Arson! *My eyes shoot open as everything comes back to me. I start struggling in my bindings, tears beginning to form as the plastic cuts into my skin around my wrists.* God damn it! Those fuckers took Arson! *I can't stop crying as my back and side erupt in pain where I was shot.*
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Post by Poison Shot on May 20, 2012 16:17:59 GMT -5
((Lol sorry, I actually knew that but didnt word that right i guess. I meant more like into the conversation.))
*I nod to gear and grab the cream that Jump said was in the bag and apply it when I hear Gear calling out.*
You guys stay here. I'll go see whats going on.
*I run out to gear and jump to where he is*
What's wrong? *I look around and see Electric on the floor*
Shit! Lec'!
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Post by Funhouse Gear on May 20, 2012 20:15:39 GMT -5
*I pull out a knife and saw at the zip ties, cutting through after a few seconds and freeing Electric's wrists and ankles. I help her sit up against the rock, not wanting to be too impatient or hurt her further, but desperate to find out where Arson is and hoping against hope that Electric's not talking about who I think she is.* What happened? Who took her?
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Post by Electric Revenge on May 20, 2012 20:48:33 GMT -5
*I wipe away the tears in a rush before taking a deep calming breath to calm to stop shaking.* Those guys from last night! They shot us in the back and took Arson and stunned me after tying me up. *I'm hyperventilating at this point, and I can't stop shaking now. The remnants of the stunning shots are coursing through my body still, which isn't helping at this point. But the worst feeling is sitting in my stomach, at how much of a failure I am letting them get away.*
My fault...it's all my fault....
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Post by redhavoc on May 20, 2012 23:37:20 GMT -5
*When I hear Arson's name I glace at Max and then break into a run. I see Gear leaning over someone, but when I get close I see that it's Electric, who is shaking. I can see burn marks on one side of her body... why didn't Max and I hear the shots? Were we too far away?*
*Arson's jacket is next to Gear and I see new burn marks on it as well. Arson... I look around, but we're in an open space, only...*
*I tap Gear on the shoulder and point at a fresh set of tire marks. Kidnapped...*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on May 21, 2012 0:10:40 GMT -5
*I push myself to my feet, fists clenched, staring in the direction Red's pointing* Should have killed them when I had the chance... *I mutter, but then look back down at Electric and try with limited success to calm down* It's not your fault, Electric. They shot you from behind, there's nothing you could have done. We just have to - we just have to find them, that's all. We'll follow the tracks and get her back, and it'll be fine. She'll be fine.
*I help Electric to her feet, and get her over to the safehouse door* Whoever's going has gotta go now, though. Don't know how long you were out... And I'm no tracker. Red, can you help?
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Post by redhavoc on May 21, 2012 0:48:12 GMT -5
*I nod vigorously, Arson's coat in my hands. I hesitate for a second and then take off my own jacket to put on Arson's, just until we find her*
*I dart past the killjoys and into the belly of the hideout to grab my notebook and stow my soccer ball and jacket. PB sets up another cot for electric while Poison goes to get her some water. Jump orders everyone around from his reclined position. Back outside I look for Max. If anyone can track the car that took Arson, it's him*
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Post by Max Griffiths on May 21, 2012 0:51:01 GMT -5
*I stay where I am, observing the commotion from a distance. Maybe Better Living doesn't need to send out so many patrols after all. It seems like the killjoys are doing a decent job of picking themselves off. When Red spots me and comes over, I sigh.* Yes?
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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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