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Post by Shadow Gash on Aug 21, 2012 22:06:51 GMT -5
He kind of grunted at that comment "I would like to remember...and at the same time I am afraid to remember. What it I was a bad person what if what I did was wrong or if I was a good person" he looked at Boots. "I only have a name to go by and I don't even know if they are alive..." he paused "at least you know who you are..." he walked over to where he left the pups and just stared. "I only remember blurs of people, blurs of some events. You know when it's like a bad reception and all you hear is broken signal?" he sat on the table now "that's my memory, broken pieces of a broken jumbled up signal...if that makes sense." he swung his legs a little "it's hard to explain..."
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Post by skeets on Aug 25, 2012 12:56:03 GMT -5
No need to explain. We're all fucked up in some way. True friends don't need the details. *I start messing around with my radio and to see if there is anything important going on* I've lost people too. That's why I gotta get boots outta here coz I ain't loosing any more. He fits in as a civilian haha I would just leave him in some random town if I thought he'd stay there
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Post by Adrenaline Earthquake on Aug 25, 2012 15:38:38 GMT -5
*After walking for who-knows-how-long, I see a building about a mile away from me. At least, I think it's a building. I still have huge red dots blurring my vision and a ringing in my left ear from a blow to the head- So right now, up is down and down is blue. I can barely feel my legs anymore, either. I'm still surprised that I've been able to avoid infection, especially after a shot to the upper right thigh and left arm. I don't think there is a single inch of my clothing that is not covered in blood... Or my face... Or anywhere else. I idly wonder what the hell I look like before I realize I'm now only a foot from the building. It looks like an old factory of some sort.
My arms seem to act of their own accord and before I know it, I'm attempting to slide open the huge door at the front. It doesn't budge an inch. Hmm... I'm actually disappointed by this. I haven't felt a single emotion for what seems like an eternity. It's strange.
I begin to pace around the building and find a fire exit that appears to be unlocked. Hesitantly I push the door open, but I can't see anything inside. Reluctant to walk straight in when I'm so defenseless, I try to call out. After not uttering a word for weeks, at first I make no sound at all. A minute or so later I only manage a weak croak, but it should be enough if there's anyone in there* H...Hello...?
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Post by skeets on Aug 25, 2012 17:04:35 GMT -5
*I come out of my study* I'm sure I heard... *I walk cautiously by the generator in case of an unwanted intruder. I peer beyond the stairs towards the only door that opens. I small, stick like figure is standing in the early light, like a shadow* OH MY! Come on in. *On closer inspection I see blood everywhere. The girl looks like she's on her last breath. I move towards her quickly. As I get there she falls into my arms. I fall to the floor with her weight* HELP!!! I NEED HELP DOWN HERE!
*I glance at Gash and we both dart towards the stairs*
SOMEBODY IS INJURED! HELP! *I'm concerned there is an early patrol The two boys arrive down the stairs. i'm quite shocked. Her outfit is definitely killjoy* Quickly, get her upstairs to the nearest bed. She needs immediate help
*I recognise her immediately from being in the Bowling Alley with Bunny* Earthquake? *Reds words don't register for a while. I snap out of my daze*Wh-Yeah! Gash, grab her legs...
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Toxic Panda
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Cute and Cuddly? Your joking right?
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Post by Toxic Panda on Aug 25, 2012 21:53:35 GMT -5
*I hear loud commotion going on and it's enough to wake me up. I was never a heavy sleeper anyway. I groggly get off the couch and go to the doorway and see Skeets and Gash dashing down the stairs. I rub my eyes and yell after them* What's going on down there?
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Post by Adrenaline Earthquake on Aug 26, 2012 11:17:18 GMT -5
*I'm drifting in an out of consciousness now, the exhaustion finally taking over. I can hear voices, though I can't place them right now. There are three, maybe four people here, and I hear someone say my name. I try to respond but everything goes black again*
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Post by skeets on Aug 26, 2012 11:59:32 GMT -5
*she passes out* right gash, on three. ONE, TWO, THREE *We lift earthquake. She's heavier than I thought* OLD FRIEND! *I call up to panda* help us get her over the third step don't wanna test out that trap right now *I almost loose my grip on her as we carefully pass her upper body over the step to panda. We get her to the top of the stairs* put her opposite boots we can keep an eye on both of them.
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Post by Shadow Gash on Aug 26, 2012 12:49:03 GMT -5
He and Panda put her next to Boots. He takes a closer look at her and notices the rips and tears her clothes had. The fresh and old blood stains and how pale she was getting. He didn't know how to phrase his concern or what to do first. This world sucks more day by day. He grabbed from the stacks of towels and tossed a few at Cotton while looking away. "you should..." he clears his throat "undress her and check her wounds..." he starts to head out "I'll um...get stuff.." He mentally slapped himself. Now everyone has somewhat of an idea on how uncomfortable he feels right now. Just great.
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Post by skeets on Aug 26, 2012 13:00:55 GMT -5
Thank you gash, We'll need plenty of fresh water and small bandages from the store room. Skeets can help you *I inject AE with a sedative* Don't need her waking up for this
WHAT?! I'm not going anywh-
You will do as I say! You are no use here now go with Gash. Bring back some new clothes as well! *I pick up a laser scissors* Panda, I'll need you to hold her down, don't wanna cause another injury. Its embarrassing enough without having guys around, staring. *I call after skeets and Gash* I NEED THE BANDAGES NOW PLEASE!!!
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Post by Shadow Gash on Aug 26, 2012 13:17:57 GMT -5
He rolls his eyes but he quickens the pace as the girl is losing blood fairly fast. "I'll get the bandages you get the water." he told skeets. He made a left and headed towards the storage room. It was easier this time since he now knew where he was going. He met up with Skeets b ly the door to the room after a few. He saw the big bowl."After you" he motioned him in first. Partially he didn't want to go in first. Partially cause water is needed most at this moment.
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Post by skeets on Aug 26, 2012 13:37:59 GMT -5
*I cut the clothes open so I can see where the fresh blood is coming from* Its too thick and there are too many... I can't see where its coming from* The boys hurry back into the room* Ok we need to clean these wounds immediately *I take one of the bandages and use it as a cloth. Panda follows suit* You too, check the perimeter, don't want whoever did this to join us unexpectedly. Make sure its not a patrol! * I start to wash the blood and dirt off her left arm. As I do, a rush of blood pumps from the upper arm, just above the elbow* Panda? Come over here. Put pressure on her arm while I get a fresh bandage *I run to the tray and cut a piece off and fold it roughly to the size of the wound. I get back and replace panda's blood soaked hand. I place the thick folded part over the wound and secure it with a strip of clothing tied tight. I wash the bandage an continue to wash of the blood and dirt* We need to move quick. Anymore wounds like that and she's in trouble. I move down to her leg, nothing except perhaps a sprain. As panda sees to the head wounds I focus on the second leg. I use the laser scissors once again and immediately the wound reveals itself* Oh Crap! PANDA PASS ME THAT KNIFE!
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Post by Shadow Gash on Aug 26, 2012 14:14:17 GMT -5
Once Cotton said to leave he left the bandages and left. He wasn't waiting for Skeets, he'd follow right after either way. He quickly got his raygun; truth be told he doesn't really want to use it. Not that the dracs feel the same. It's a sad thing. People are such....he laughed at the words that came into his head. He shook it quickly, suppose to be checking out for patrol. He got out of the building and hid in the shadows and begs scouting like a rat...
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Post by skeets on Aug 26, 2012 14:46:17 GMT -5
*I watch Gash leave. I hesitate, looking back at Earthquake motionless on the bed. I sigh before leaving the room** Hey Gash, wait up * I run down the stairs after him* Gash?
*I take the knife off Panda. I wipe the blood away to inspect the wound properly. The bullet is still present in the wound; Lodged in the bone, barely missing the Femoral artery. Panda, don't worry about that scratch right now. Find her pulse and keep a check an her vital signs. let me know if we get into trouble. I put the knife to her skin and slice through the skin ever so slightly. An inch up and two down* Right *I take a pocket knife out* Hopefully this will be strong enough to maneuver the bullet out without nicking her artery*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Aug 26, 2012 15:11:12 GMT -5
He stops in mid walk and saw Skeets coming. He motioned him to hurry up with his hand. If he isn't fast enoug and there is a drac patrol car around here, we're going to get caught. He hid in the shadows and waited for Skeets to catch up.
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Post by skeets on Aug 26, 2012 15:30:03 GMT -5
*I finally catch up to him and whisper* So what do you wanna do? Split up and comb the town or stay together?
*I hesitate slowly to allow my hands to stop shaking before sliding both blades towards the bullet. I try to edge it out without hitting that artery* Damn it's wedged in there tight *I continue to inch it. A fresh flow of blood brings my visibility to zero. I maneuver my hand to hold both tiny, sharp blades in place on either side of the bullet and wipe away the blood with the other* Shit this is gonna be difficult *I take one of the blades back into the free hand. I continue to inch the bullet from the bone. After 5mins, I'm worried at the amount of blood the girl is loosing but I'm afraid of being more forceful. It finally shoots out with a pop and I carefully remove the knives. My face is pale, my hands drenched in blood. I hand the bandage to Panda* You know what to do *She holds the bandage on the wound as i get a needle and thread. I come back and the bleeding has all but stopped. I sew simple stitches into the incisions I made early before wrapping the wound. I finish and fall back and sit on the ground for a moment, staring at the bullet*
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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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