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Post by Arson Anthem on Jul 13, 2012 14:40:10 GMT -5
*Gear's name cuts through the haze. Captain and the others only called him Goggles. Maybe... maybe this real?* Gear? *I repeat, and he doesn't disappear, or turn into someone else. I don't see Red any more, but maybe she was real too. Maybe it's really over. And then I'm sobbing, feeling all the energy leave me in a rush. I'm only peripherally aware of being picked up, and although it hurts I think he's trying to be careful. When we get to the doorway I hear Gear say something about smoke, but the words don't make much sense and I'm lightheaded enough that it's the easiest thing in the world to just close my eyes and drift off.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jul 13, 2012 14:48:53 GMT -5
*I hear shouting from behind me at about the same time that I see Red appear ahead. I assume it's her, in any case - no one else here is so small. By the time Red gets up to me I can make out the shape of one of the killjoys who'd stayed outside, and someone else is coming out of a room farther down - Gear, carrying what looks like the captured killjoy. Dead or alive, I can't tell. I'd heard the roar of an engine out back a minute or so previously; the gang is probably long gone.*
*I frown when I see the look on Red's face, and the blood on her hands. But so long as it's not /her/ blood, I'm not too concerned. I turn to start back down the hall without asking for any details.*
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Post by redhavoc on Jul 13, 2012 15:57:26 GMT -5
*I run at Max, pausing only to make a 'driving' motion, before I sprint and almost run headfirst into Electric. Her clothing is askew from the sand and wind, but she stands ready and I motion 'driving' again. We have to get the car for Gear and Arson. I can think of nothing else*
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Post by Electric Revenge on Jul 13, 2012 16:50:12 GMT -5
*I nearly get run over by Red, but I manage to catch her before we both get knocked down. I see her wave her arms like she's grabbing on a steering wheel, and I can only assume that she wants to get driving. I nod to her before turning around and running out of the school, with her following behind. I make sure to readjust my goggles and bandanna before returning out into the blinding sand and let Red lead the way to the van.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jul 13, 2012 17:34:54 GMT -5
*I move down the hall, gaining speed as the smoke clears but not wanting to jostle Arson too much. I don't know that she'd even notice, though - she's unconscious, and I keep having to check her shallow breathing to reassure myself she's alive. I see the others up ahead, and soon enough I'm pushing through the front doors and following their lead back out. I start running when I feel the sand blowing against my face, and hear Arson whimper once when I land awkwardly.* Almost there, you're okay...
*I don't see Poison anywhere, and hope he's tracking us. I don't want to leave anyone behind, but I don't want to wait, either. Someone opens one of the van's back doors and I climb in, laying Arson down in the space where we'd cleared out the last row of seats. I'm covered in blood now, but I really don't care.* Who's the closest we've got to a medic? I've helped Jump a few times, but that's about it. Electric? Red, do you know anything from your BLI training? *My voice is miraculously steady, and I can't help but wonder how long it'll last*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jul 13, 2012 19:29:05 GMT -5
*Everything happened so fast. My bar code burns and it feels like my skin is going to disintegrate into nothing. Before I know it, everyone is gone. Sarah Is already in the car waiting. I run over and get in quickly disassembling the sniper rifle in my hand. I speed off following the gangs trail. Hopefully I'm not too far behind*
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Post by Electric Revenge on Jul 13, 2012 19:43:57 GMT -5
I know a bit of first aid but it's very, very basic. *I study over Arson, looking at the many small marks that cover her arms. A nasty bruise circles her neck like a sick-looking choker. She's also starting to sweat, and her breathing is shallow.* I don't know if I even have anything with me to help. *I turn to Red.* Can you do anything?
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Post by redhavoc on Jul 13, 2012 23:20:12 GMT -5
*I look from Arson to Electric and back again. Arson is covered in cuts and what looks like puncture wounds. I don't really have much confidence in my abilities anymore, but every crow knows basic field medicine and I had Wilson for a teacher...*
*I nod and take off Arson's jacket, so I don't get any more blood on it. I search around and find a couple t-shirts on the floor. I find an old army canteen and get one of the shirts damp. As the van starts to move I prop her head and feet up and start to feel for broken bones*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jul 16, 2012 20:51:55 GMT -5
*In the rush to leave the school, I end up behind the wheel of the van. The way back to the airport is easy enough, though, and I pick up speed after a few miles when the wind starts to die down. I briefly consider offering my own aid - I've treated plenty of my own injuries over the years - but stay silent. I'd rather not get involved if I don't have to.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jul 18, 2012 15:43:46 GMT -5
*I watch Arson's face while Red works, but she's still out. I'm cautiously glad for that; I know this much blood loss is dangerous, but I'm also not sure if we have any painkillers back at the airport. At least now she's not feeling anything. Her hands are freezing compared to the pervasive heat outside and in the van, and I rub them gently to try to get the circulation going. A quick look out the window shows me pale blue sky; we must be at the edge of the dust storm. The airport can't be too much farther.* Are Poison and Sarah following? *I ask the group in general. I don't expect an answer from Max, but Electric's in a position to look back down the road.*
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Post by Electric Revenge on Jul 28, 2012 22:46:29 GMT -5
*I watch Red do her work, wishing I could do more. I knew I should have paid a bit more attention in first aid. Gear's voice barely registers in my racing mind, and it's a few seconds before I comprehend what he said. I look up from Red's busy work and out the back window. The dust is clearing as the storm settles. Faintly down the road I can make out a car.* I believe they're coming.
*I look back down at Red, wishing I could help. Or do something with my hands. I hate not being able to do anything. And with Red not able to talk, there's really no point in asking for help.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 3, 2012 11:13:11 GMT -5
*I guide the van through the rusted gate in the airport's chainlink fence, bumping over the uneven tarmac as I head for the buried plane. The air's nearly clear now, with the sun reflecting off the stray bits of sand that spin up off the ground behind the tires. I park so that the back doors are facing the entrance to the safehouse, then wait silently for the others to disembark. I'll pull into the nearest hangar when they do.*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 8, 2012 23:38:18 GMT -5
*I motion for a stretcher and Gear and Electric come back with a not-too-warped piece of wood. I've managed to stop the major bleeding, but I can't tell if there is any internal damage. Her neck is worrying as well, as it is already starting to show signs of bruising and her breathing is ragged. I put a hand on her cheek as she's carried out, hoping Jump can figure out if anything more is wrong*
*Max drives away and I watch the group slowly lower Arson into the hideout. Too many people, I think, are hurt in one form or another. We would not survive an attack right now, killjoy or drac. We would crumble*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Aug 8, 2012 23:46:26 GMT -5
*I'm far away when I feel someone's hand touch my cheek, but when I try to see who it was, it takes too long for me to open my eyes. Everything's blurred for several more seconds, and by the time I can focus well enough to recognize the interior of the buried plane, the pain's coming back. I bite my lip and try to stay quiet, staring straight upward. It really is the plane, though. I'm really still alive. I hold onto that thought - just that one, simple thought. I'm not ready to consider any of its implications quite yet.*
*Another memory insists on intruding, though, as I picture sitting outside this plane not four hours ago. I was shot from behind, I remember that. But what about-* Electric? *I ask, keeping my eyes locked on the ceiling. I can't bring myself to move. My voice sounds terrible; I hope they can hear me.* Is she okay?
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Post by petroleumblaster on Aug 8, 2012 23:56:13 GMT -5
*I hear commotion from outside and poke my head up just in time to see them loading what looks like a bloody and somewhat bandaged Arson out the back of the drac van. Shit. Gear's face is pinched and concerned, while Electric is worried, but on task. Red stands behind them, bloody and her sleeves rolled up. It takes me a minute to realize she was the one doing the bandaging. Well, what do you know, the little drac is good for something*
*I run over to Jump, who is sleeping, and reach to shake him awake, hesitating. As much as I hate it, they need the injured doc, my twin, more than he needs sleep. I figure I'll be his support crew as much as I can. He blinks and frowns when I finally get him to respond. I can tell he already knows he's needed. One of the perks of being a twin*
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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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