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Post by Sarah "Snow Flower" Lyell-Haru on Nov 19, 2016 23:15:58 GMT -5
As she slept in her fourth floor bedroom, her fiance Masumi by her side, Sarah dreamt about the past few years and all the things, good and bad, that had come and gone....when her mind tired of that, she dreamt about all the good times her and Tamara had shared, both growing up and then on into adulthood, when Tamara joined the military and Sarah headed west to learn her journalism trade, evidenced by the occasional smile or even quiet scowl.
For hours Sarah slept....eventually, though, her mind started to unwind and she started to wake up, aided by Masumi....smiling, she gently rolled onto her side and looked down at her lover. Seeing that she was sleeping still, her hand slid down the bare toned stomach of Sarah. Thinking if she was pregnant. Remembering them talking about what they were going to do if and when she was so. Leaning down, she gently kissed Sarah on the forehead and proceeded to lay her head down onto the pillow. Blue eyes watching Sarah still sleeping, if anything, she could lay here all day and watch her beloved Sarah sleep. She looked cute when she slept. Always curled up to her and had her arm around Masumi when she rested. Whispering lightly, she said to Sarah. "Sarah my Love, time to get up. We got a schedule to keep. Come now, I'll make us Breakfast."
Slowly waking up, Sarah glanced over and smiled at the sight of Masumi lying in bed next to her... "Schedules, schmedules," she replied, leaning over and kissing Masumi on the cheek; looking out, she saw the daylight and knew rest time was over with. "Alright," Sarah said, sitting up in bed, "I guess it is time to get up, love. So, what's on tap for today?"
Julie left Jenna's room. It just broke her heart to see the girl all tore up like that, but she figured if anyone could calm her down it'd be Tegan. Julie was sure that she had seen some anti- psychotics and depression medication in one of the bags that her and Mercy brought back from Sierra Vista. She'd have to double back later and bring them to Jenna with a glass of water. Couldn't hurt. If she was thinking about that. Julie wanted to check on Tyler, he almost saw something very traumatic. His whole life was going to be filled with traumatic sights. She didn't want him to see them this early though, she wanted to shield her sweet baby from the ugly truth of the world for as long as she could. The fact that the world could be heartless, cold and cruel. The fact that we loose people, far to often and the fact that sometimes the world brings you to your knees and makes you feel hopless. Julie didn't want Tyler to know those pains ever, but she sighed with a heavy heart knowing full well that it wasn't a question of "if" but "when."
Julie: Where in Sam Hill did that girl get off'ta?
Julie was looking for Stephanie. She had mentioned taking Tyler to find some formula so she headed towards the kitchen. It wasn't long before she found her. Julie walked n smiling at Stephanie. She still didn't trust her, Julie was a very stubborn woman. And if you broke her trust you would have to do a whole hell of a lot to earn it back. Julie, could be at least civil. She walked in and saw Stephanie still holding Tyler. Tyler reached out for Julie when his little eyes rolled over to meet her as she entered the room. Julie melted and quietly took him from Stephanie.
Julie: He eat anythang?'
Julie asked when suddenly her radio went off with Nelson's message. Julie's eyes went wide as she heard about the attack on Nelson's group and that heir group could be next. She listened in quiet silence her mouth agape. Julie turned to look at Stephanie. Her radio fell silence for a moment. God almighty! Julie thought as she kissed Tyler on the head and squeezed him close. She would shield him from anything even this new threat.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Nov 20, 2016 0:24:19 GMT -5
Standing down in the kitchen, Stephanie held Tyler in her arms, whistling "Farmer in the Dell" to the little child as she looked at him and thought, He looks so much like Devon did when he was that young, rocking him gently in her arms and thinking about all that had transpired in her life up to now. Walking downstairs, her radio and sidearm with her, Stephanie had set him down on one of the tables and played with him as one of the San Simeon regulars - Larry, I think he said was, she thought - heated up some baby formula for Tyler to enjoy, making sure it wasn't too hot or cold for him before handing the baby bottle to Stephanie for her to feed him with.
After making sure he was fed and his diaper changed, Stephanie thanked Larry for helping her before heading back outside, holding him in her arms and wondering if things could've been different in her life under different circumstances; before she could finish those thoughts, Tyler's mother - well, she mused, one of them anyway - walked over towards her... He eat anythang?' she asked in an accent that reminded Stephanie of her own Bawlmer accent, only deeper.
"Yeah," Stephanie said, "he's had some formula and I went ahead and changed his diaper--" Before she could continue, both of them heard their radios go off, followed by someone sounding as though they were pleading for help from Tegan. Carefully handing Tyler over to Julie, Stephanie said, "Knowing Tegan, she'll want to talk to everyone first; if you'll follow me, ma'am, we'll head back up and rejoin her..."
Jason and Jon "Preacher" were in the kitchen drinking cups of coffee looking over maps of California. They were marking locations for them to scout over. Alexander Pepper had marked areas that were over ran by the dead which further up in the north. So bringing the dead back was a big no no. Scanning over, they crossed the Sierra Vista hospital off since they had been in it. They might need to check it out again to see if their is anything left inside, but for the time being it was crossed off. The massive man crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at it. So many area's that they could fly over to and Recon over to find out if there is anything of interest. Hannah had spoken of an abandoned town up north that she went to. So he circled it with a Question mark. An idea was thought of about making that as a make shift base to expand they're borders. With more land to add to them, means more ground for they're people to be able to do much more like farming, gardening, harvest trees to build walls or even homes.
Reaching down, he picked up his still steaming hot coffee. Taking a swig from the black coffee, he set it back down as the Bitterness of the coffee hit him. Had slept from the day before into this morning. His M-4 assault rifle was on his back with his .357 Glock on his thigh holster. "Well Jon, later on you and I will take a trip in one of the trucks to the town that was reported by Hannah. It sounds like it could be of great use if we expand our borders a bit. I'll talk to the Tigress about it and see if we can at least make it into a back up location or a forward observing area. That town has great Potential." Jon Merely nodded his head as he smoked his own cigar looking at the map. Both they're eyes fell on they're radios as they heard a man talking to Tegan and when it was over, they looked at each other and they both knew that Tegan would be calling a meeting. Her force of habit. Jon picked up his PSG-1 sniper rifle and slung it over his shoulder. Both running out of the Kitchen, they went for the front and outside where they stood by the vehicles not knowing where the meeting is going to be held at.
Things had been rather quiet for samuel recently seeing as ramona had been rsther distant. She seemed to be working shit out and he didnt really get involved the groups drama. He would step in if ramona asked him or needed him but he stayed to himself for the most part. Here in this place he had his own room and when he wasnt there he was working out to stay in shape. It had started to make him restless so it was decided to go out for a run on the beach to get out of the closing space that had become his room.
Only taking his buck knife with him he hit the beach and started his run. It was rather quiet and after about a mile he observed a scene with five or six of the dead reaching and trying to pull a body off a tower. His hand moved to his knife and a whistle escaped his lips. The first one that turned was a woman or used to be from what her could tell. Her neck was ripped up and her face had been chewed on. As she lunged he stepped back and smirked. "Sorry darlin but ramona woukd kill us both. Yeah i know im down right kissable."
He spoke before putting a knife into its skull and it fell to the ground. He made quick work of the rest of the group and pulled the rope to bring the ladder to the lookout tower down. Scaling the ladder he came around to see the body lying there. Kneeling down he turned her onto her back and his face was that of shock. "Nora..." He said as he checked her vitals releaved to find out she was alive. Her skin was on fire and she was un responsive so he picked her up and carefully got them both down the ladder.
Moving down to the water he waded in and carried her into the cool water. Her eyes opened slightly as they got into the water and she mumbled something. "Shhh baby its okay. Dads here with ya." Samuel spoke and his eyes scanned around. Nothing was around and she was gonna need medical attention.
Post by Jenna Jones on Nov 20, 2016 16:03:15 GMT -5
Nodding her head, Jenna looked at the castle then back at her Vitora where there was a few can's of food. Shrugging a bit, Jenna lead the way into the Castle heading right for the Kitchen. Jason and Jon both passed them in a hurry. Looking at them for a brief moment, she figured they needed to get to the choppers to check on them. Stepping inside, Jenna walked over to the fridge and looked about it. Reaching in, she pulled out a bowl that had some Clams from the night before that was used as a Feast. Setting the bowl down, she pulled out two cooked lobsters and placed them into the bowl of Clams. Her eyes saw a couple of Baked potatoes and set them on the table. She had missed a big meal indeed. Shutting the door, she sat at the table. Sliding one of her butterfly knives, she used some force and broke the shell on the claws. Pulling out the meat, she took a bite out of it. The meat was sweet and she just closed her eyes. The red haired woman didn't care that it was cold. It was cooked, and that's all it mattered. Looking at Parker, she aimed her hand to the chair next to her and slid some of the food down to the spot.
"Come come, eat up Parker." Digging out some more of the Claw meat, she stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it up, savoring the flavor of the. Not knowing if he had a knife or not, she took out the grey handled Butterfly knife, she set it by his portion of food as she began to dig into the Clams. Moaning slightly, she was enjoying the food since it was a long time since she had sea food.
The red light on the screen meant that the camcorder was recording. That's good. It was time to start the show. Talon adjusted the camcorder on the tripod to make sure the shot was in focus. He had to do this in one take, there were no do-overs with this one.
Talon: Have you ever had that moment? That one crystalizing moment when realization smacks you in the face, and you come to understand that the world...... Just isn't that nice anymore? Haha yeah. I've had a few of those moments. Truth is. We're animals. Each and every one of us are just animals clawing, biting, and scratching our way to survival. Trying to make it BACK! To the top of the food chain. But we're not. You ain't at the top of shit baby. The flesh eaters are. And each and every one of us. Are going to be one of them. In fact, you're going to be one of them. * Talon said with a smirk.* Mr. Needermyer asked me to explain this to you. He wanted you to.......Understand. He wanted you friends to understand. Because when we have understanding....... Things go smoothly. Everything is right with the world. When we lack understanding....... Well.........
Talon picked up his nightstick and backhanded Joan across the jaw with it. She let out a shriek and continued to cry. Moments before she was crying quietly, looking at the floor; pondering her fate. Now, she was screaming. Talon smiled. He liked the violence, liked being "Higher on the food chain." Blood spilled from the corner of her lip as her angry hurt eyes stared him down. Talon crouched in front of her, still smiling. Talon pulled a knife and drove it into her leg. She was tied to a chair in the center of the room. All the control was in his hands and he fucking knew it. She screamed until her vocal cordes bled. Talon twisted the knife and pulled back trying to separate her knee cap from the bone and tendon.
Talon: Oh shit! HAHAHA. Was that your knee? Well, guess you're going to be a flesh eater with a limp.
Talon ripped the knife out. She would be crippled for life. A life that was only going to last a few more moments. Talon stood up and walked behind the camcorder and made sure it was still recording. From behind the camera he spoke.
Talon: Now, we're not going to kill them all. They'll live....... Most of them anyway. And hopefully after today...... We'll have...... Understanding. Clarity is important. Maybe whoever steps up in your place to lead your group will make better choices. "Pride is downfall of the foolish man, I guess woman in your case."
Talon walked back in front of the camera this time he walked behind the chair with the knife still in hand. The angle the camera was at you could see Joan in the chair about to die. Talon was behind her still holding the knife.
Talon: LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOUR GROUP. DO NOT. FUCK. WITH NELSON NEEDERMYER!
Talon reached around her and slit her throat. He stood behind her as she gargled and bled out in front of the camera. Talon was smiling. Dam, it's good to be higher on the food chain. Talon walked over to the camera and took it off the tripod. He held it above his head and pointed it down on himself so that Joan could be seen in the background.
Talon: Law and order is dead. The acts of civility and kindness gone. All there is, is survival of the fittest and when there's someone higher on the food chain? You feed them, you feed them or they will FUCKING EAT YOU ALIVE!
Talon turned off the camera and turned back to the dead girl in the chair. She'd turn in a few hours. Better start prepping her. He walked over to her and placed the camcorder in her hand before wrapping it several times with a twine and tied it off tight so she wouldn't let it go. THen he picked up a not and placed it against her chest before taking the knife and stabbing her through her heart pinning the note there. The note that read "This is you're only warning, do not make us get nasty." From there Talon would place a gag in her mouth. He'd stuff a old rag in her mouth and tape it shut. Wrapping the tape around her head several times. It wasn't about making her turn so she'd bite someone in her group. It was about sending a clear message that his demands were to be met. Talon smiled. Well time to deliever the message he thought and he hauled her body to the trunk of his car before driving off to dump her in front of their stronghold and honk the horn and speed off.
It would be Tegan and Sara Lyell sitting in chairs just like these in a few months time. And Talon would enjoy every moment he had them in his chair.
Last Edit: Nov 20, 2016 20:29:34 GMT -5 by Deleted
Ramona rolled over. Her arm swung and hit empty bed. That was the first thing that stirred her from her sleep. She had spent the night with Samuel in this lush mansion of temptation and for the first time ever.... They laid in bed with their clothes on. She was tired, exhausted and he probably knew that and it wasn't long before she was asleep against his burly chest. It was soft, calm comforting. The kind of comfort she didn't normally have. She was cold, lacking empathy, and usually at arms length to everyone else, but not to Samuel. Not to him. To him she was something more that a hard shell. Ramona's eyes cracked open to find a warm place beside he with crumpled sheets and no Samuel. She sat up and sleepily looked around the room. He left? She didn't know that he was out on the beach. Running off aggression, pent up frustration or just trying to clear his head. They were so close, yet so distant. Each of them trying to figure the other out, their thoughts their true feelings for one another. Both of them to prideful to state them outright and to stubborn to let whatever this was die way. Ramona swung her legs out of bed and put her feet on the cold floor. She was wearing a pair of boy shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn't long before she was sliding on a pair of jeans and a pair of boots and making her way downstairs. Where had he gotten off to? She passed some of the scouts along the way and got the usual cold stares, and general disinterest. That was fine. She wasn't looking for their approval, she was looking for Samuel. Ramona turned her head to look into the kitchen and saw some people standing around. But no Samuel. As she turned her head her long brown hair whipped around her shoulder gracefully. She had...... started changing, slowly; surely. She was more feminine around Samuel. Not feeling the need to be the cold steel that she made herself to guard against the world. She allowed herself to become softer, more open to the idea of being loved. It showed as well. In way she spoke, dressed how she acted. She was opening up, pulling away from the shell that kept her safe and coming out to meet everyone for the first time in a very long time.
Ramon's frowned as she couldn't find him anywhere. She stepped outside into the calmness of the morning. She heard the waves crashing against the shore in the distance. She never knew him to be the watch the sunrise type of asshole. He was more the sneak out of a woman's bed first thing in the morning kinda asshole, but lately he was her asshole and to find him missing suddenly made her feel alone again. A sea of people around her, some of them she's known for a very long time; yet none of them knew her the way Samuel did. They were virtually strangers. Ramona rushed down the steps and decided to head to the beach. It was the only thing she could think of, maybe he went for a jog, he liked to jog didn't he? She was flustered upset, on the verge of panic to know that she would once again be cast into isolation. The world sucked, and it sucked a little less with Samuel. She couldn't go back to the way it was before, not now. Her heart was pounding when she saw him on the beach. He was in the water wit...... What the hell? Was that a body? No, it was moving! Ramona moved quickly before breaking into an all out dash.
Ramona: Sam! Sam! Sa......
It was a young blonde. Ramona hated the fact that the first thing she noticed was how fucking pretty she was. Ramona crossed her arms across her chest and looked at the two of them. She may be pretty, but she looked like shit. Ramona saw however, the way he was holding her, cradling her. Just what in the hell was going on.
Ramona: Sam, who the hell is this?
Ramona kept her arms crossed against her rigid frame as she waited to get some dam answers.
Post by Parker Watson on Nov 21, 2016 0:58:41 GMT -5
Parker followed Jenna as she started pulling food out of the fridge, he noticed on the way that two men (Jon and Jason) had walked passed them, it seemed Jenna had taken in interest into what they were doing, his gaze followed where they were going until he glanced back at Jenna who was clawing at a bowl of clams.
Parker isn't normally the one to eat sea food, but since they're in a post-apocalyptic world, his ravishing stomach said otherwise. When she gestured for him to sit next to her. "Come come, eat up Parker." Parker looked at the food, at first his mind was racing like, 'there is no way I'm going to eat that' then he looked into it and didn't want to look like a wuss to Jenna, looking at her built complexion, hair style, and her clothing, he could tell she was a tough nut. He started tearing through the shell of one of the clams as he looked in the insides and he went like a complete animal, he wanted this food and he wanted it bad. He started, POLITELY, eating the food, he wanted to be a gentlemen in the presence of Jenna, even though she didn't seem so lady like, she tore at the clams eating them one by one. He then chomped down and he savoured the taste and he went into a whole other world, like he was on drugs, he felt amazing, he hadn't eaten something proper in awhile, even though the coldness of the clam stung his teeth, he felt his tongue dancing in glory, this was the best he ever had. He then finished up his clams and let out a burp, he covered his mouth quickly before laughing as he looked over at Jenna shrugging.
Post by Masumi Lyell-Haru on Nov 21, 2016 19:15:06 GMT -5
Smiling a bit at the kiss on the cheek, she then sighed at thinking at what was on for Schedule. Closing her eyes and rubbing them with her hands, Masumi would begin to say to Sarah in response to the question. "Have a sit down with our groups, see what all the other's are good at and break down the groups into different Sub groups so that we all can get use to each other's strengths. Medical section, Communications, Education, Cooking, Scavenging, Mechanic's...ummm....Anything else you can think of on that small list? Then we got a couple of teams heading out to look for more Supplies. We are stocked up on Medical supplies for the time being, but I figured we will start to be needing more clothing. I also had a request for one of the teams to look for a ammo Reloading press, casing Tumbler, gunpowder filling station so that we can start to reload our own ammo instead of having to find more while out on hunts."
yawning a bit, Masumi slowly sat up and hugged Sarah and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll go make us something to eat love." Stepping out of bed, she had gotten dressed by slipping on a pair of her black jogging pants, a loose fitting shirt and a pair of clean socks. Putting on her shoes, she walked out with her handgun on her hip. Masumi went all four flights downstairs and went into the kitchen to see Jenna and they're newest guest eating. Parker burped as Masumi laughed a bit. "Oh come now, I know you can do better then that one." She said to him teasingly as she went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. Setting them down on the counter next to her, she began to whip up breakfast. She had found a hidden stash of Bacon in the back that someone was trying to hide from them. Smirking, she had a feeling it was Larry. As she was cooking at the stove, she would say over her shoulder to them both. "So you two, how you liking your stay so far? I hope it's better then what you had hoped it would be?" After Jenna had composed herself, she replied to the Japanese woman who was cooking. "It's a beautiful landscape you have here. I know my group is thankful to finally be here. It's A lot more then we had expected. To be honest...I thought the place would have been in Ruins."
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Nov 21, 2016 22:46:25 GMT -5
Standing outside around one of the Tundras' they'd driven cross-country, Tegan studied maps of the area (both road & topographical) and thought of places close-by where they could meet with Nelson...yet as she studied the maps, she had her suspicions about Nelson and his supposed "intentions"; as she looked at it, if she was going out to meet someone, she wanted a crap-ton of protection, both close-up and at distance.
Standing nearby were Thomas and the rest of her Personal Security Team, providing close-up security (Stephanie was still inside, watching over Tyler, last she recalled) while all around them, other Scouts were doing their usual routines - working on their weapons, shooting the breeze, catching a few winks here-and-there. Looking around, Tegan replayed the message from Nelson in her mind and thought, No one's that goddamned sincere; something's up....but what? What's up?
Post by Sarah "Snow Flower" Lyell-Haru on Nov 22, 2016 0:34:49 GMT -5
Sitting up in bed, Sarah listened as Masumi laid out the day's activities.... "Have a sit down with our groups, see what all the other's are good at and break down the groups into different Sub groups so that we all can get use to each other's strengths. Medical section, Communications, Education, Cooking, Scavenging, Mechanic's...ummm....Anything else you can think of on that small list? Then we got a couple of teams heading out to look for more Supplies. We are stocked up on Medical supplies for the time being, but I figured we will start to be needing more clothing. I also had a request for one of the teams to look for a ammo Reloading press, casing Tumbler, gunpowder filling station so that we can start to reload our own ammo instead of having to find more while out on hunts."
"That makes sense," Sarah replied, getting up out of bed herself and dressing for the day - her usual attire: light-colored long sleeve blouse w/a celtic emblem, jeans and boots. "I'll talk to Larry and to Tamara's medics, see if we can't pool the resources together and see what we've got. As for the weapons....we can always use one of the three outer mansions for a weapons depot; we can use one of them for maintenance, bullet loading, the works. If I know Tamara, they'll have experience from back east on what needs to be done." After a few moments, she said, "Well, let's head downstairs and grab something to eat; we got a long day ahead of us."
Recon Leader 1 stood there smoking his cigar. His eyes fell on Tegan who went to the one Tundra and was looking over a Map with her body guards hovering over her like a hawk. Jon spoke up as they started they're way over to Tegan. "How the hell does she do that? We didn't take notice that she even left the Castle." Jason laughed as he looked at Jon, taking the cigar out he said to him. "Talk for yourself. I saw her walking from the front down to the trucks." The Marine Sniper shook his head and stayed quiet. Stepping over to the other side of the truck, Jason placed his elbows on the hood and looked over the map, then at Tamara as he leaned on the Tundra. "Well, it seems to me that the Sand Tigress is deep in thought. What you thinking Tam.?" Putting the Cigar to his mouth, he took a deep drag from it and blew it away from Tamara.
"By the looks of things, your planning on something. And from what we heard on the Radios...it might have to deal with that character you guys saved at the Hospital. That was an odd transmission for a Man who lost a great deal of people and to ask if we can merge the rest of his group with ours? I don't know Girl...if I had it my way, we dig our heels into the sand and hold the Fox Hole. Since I didn't meet him, I'm suspicious of the man. But it's your show, so you call the shots. I'll be along side of you and Jon will cover us from afar." Jon, also known as Preacher in the group nodded his head and said. "Yes ma'am. You got my scope looking out for you guys. Shame I'm the only Sniper you guys have. Because we don't know how many he truly does have and what if this could be a trap? I only got so many clips before I run out of ammo."
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Nov 22, 2016 16:33:35 GMT -5
Time went by as they sat there in silence except for the sounds of her sharpening her blades. The slow scraping sound as she focused her mind onto it. David took the hint of Silence as he climbed out of the rig and shut the door. He limped his way over to Tegan and the Group that was gathering around her. With his happy smile, he would say to them. "Sooo, what's shaking on this part of the hen house?" David always had a way to make some people laugh as he bounced his pecs up and down.
Hannah stopped Sharpening her Sword. Looking at the long slender blade, she gently slid the blade across her arm and instantly, blood came out from a cut she had made with next to little pressure behind it. Smiling a bit, she sheathed the Rapier. Holstering her firearms, she put the Rifle back into the corner of the Sleeper, next to the Bed. Kicking her Harley Davidson Riding Boots, she pushed herself back into the bed and laid there. Exhaling slowly, she was tired. Patting her pocket, she felt the keys in there. Smiling a bit, Hannah hooked her arm over her head and closed the one eye. Every joint in her body relaxed and popped at once. Moaning slightly as the pain felt good to her as she laid there motionless for a moment. "Oh now you want to pop on me....damn body...." Taking in a deep breath, it came out slow and shaking. It was quiet which was a bit rattling to her. Thinking to herself, she thought she could hear Dana's voice. Lifting her arm up, she looked around and saw nothing out of the place, no one around. "Damn ghosts....Fuck you!" She said outloud and the sound of her former lover's voice disappeared. 'Huh...that was easy...' Hannah thought to herself.
Moving her arm back, she fell back to a silent cab. Closing her eye, the truck was as silent as a graveyard. Slowly, she fell back to sleep with a hand on her shotgun and one over her face. Dreams of killing and a time long ago. Where she ran through streets of Atlanta and jumping from building to building. From window to window or even to the ground below to out run cops or people she stole from. A life that was now long been forgotten now. Many of her creed was gone, and she was the only one left of the long forgotten Thieves. It was just her and Susan. Now, it was just Hannah.
Nora had faded out of consciousness and she had brief moments where she would wake Seeing glimpses of her father and another woman. She wasn't sure what was real but darkness took her until she was stuck with a needle and a new drug was in her system. It took a small amount of time to work on her slender frame and she woke to hear her father yelling at someone. Her eyes opened and the blurriness cleared to see that it was indeed her father causing a seen. 'ah fuck.' She thought before she quietly Slid off the table and Snatched the bag before leaving quietly.
She grasped the ripped shirt together and she rushed through a place she didn't recognize. Finally finding the exit she looked around and saw the nose of some sort of rig beside the building. The last thing she wanted was a lecture from her dad about her life choices. Without much thought, she Opened the Door to the vehicle and climbed into it. Tossing the bag of drugs into the passenger's seat she went to looking for keys to start the thing. She didn't even notice the sleeping body in the back.
Swinging the door back open she puked straight out the side. Her system was on overdrive between the Downers and obvious upper someone gave her. Nora wished that had just left her to drift into nothingness. Grabbing the Duffle full of drugs she dug through them to find something new to take. Dropping one below the steering wheel she went to reach for it. 'THUD.' Direct hard contact made her yelp in pain she struggled to grab the bottle. Once she had it she rubbed her forehead and pulled a bottled water from the duffle.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Nov 25, 2016 1:39:11 GMT -5
Looking at the spread-out map, Tegan didn't notice her Scout team leaders - along with her sister Sarah, who'd joined them - gathering around her.... "Well, it seems to me that the Sand Tigress is deep in thought. What you thinking Tam.?" she heard Kern ask; after remaining lost in thought for several more seconds, Tegan glanced over at her Recon Leader.
"Well, for starters," Tegan said, holding up her radio, "I don't trust this Nelson fellow as far as I could throw him; before she could continue, Kern added (with an addition from Preacher), "By the looks of things, your planning on something. And from what we heard on the Radios...it might have to deal with that character you guys saved at the Hospital. That was an odd transmission for a Man who lost a great deal of people and to ask if we can merge the rest of his group with ours? I don't know Girl...if I had it my way, we dig our heels into the sand and hold the Fox Hole. Since I didn't meet him, I'm suspicious of the man. But it's your show, so you call the shots. I'll be along side of you and Jon will cover us from afar."Jon, also known as Preacher in the group nodded his head and said."Yes ma'am. You got my scope looking out for you guys. Shame I'm the only Sniper you guys have. Because we don't know how many he truly does have and what if this could be a trap? I only got so many clips before I run out of ammo."
"Oh, we're gonna' meet this Nelson fellow," Tegan said, turning to look down the access road and across the coastal landscape of San Simeon, "but on our terms, not his. Here's the plan," turning back to look at everyone. "The meeting's going to be down at the airfield, but," holding her a finger so that she could continue, "before we go there, I want our aircraft moved away from their. Kern, you and Clancy get that done first--"
"Tamara, behind the Main Castle there's about a kilometer-long area of flatland you can park them at for now," Sarah said, taking the map from her sister; unfolding it, she tapped her finger on the location, pointing towards the location. "I'll have Paul, Rodger and Hollis waiting down there to get your people back up here for that meeting," she said, handing the map back to Tegan.
"Good thinking, Sis," Tegan replied, giving Sarah a friendly punch to the shoulder. "Bam, I want your team to cover Kern and Clancy's people; as soon as they're airborne, get your asses back up here."
"Yes, ma'am," Bam replied, turning and whistling to his Scout team to mount up; as he went to get them ready to go, she continued. "Once we have our aircraft safe and in a secure position, then and only then will I go down to meet Nelson. Preacher, go find a hide spot near the airfield with clear fields of fire; take whoever you need for cover and security. Thomas, your PST will accompany me; anything looks fishy--"
"We haul your skinny ass out of the kill zone, yes ma'am," Thomas replied, getting on the radio to the of the PST as Tegan added, "Kern, I want your people minus Preacher to cover Thomas's team; if anything bad happens, we'll withdraw through your team and then all of us," motioning to all of them, "will withdraw back here. Bottom line: I do not this Nelson," pausing to look over at Sarah, "and Sarah doesn't trust him either, correct, Sis?"
"We've heard rumors of a dark stronghold in this area, to the south mainly," Sarah replied, unfolding the map. Tapping a spot on the PCH, she continued. "A few months ago, we came across the bodies of some survivors along the PCH; they looked like they'd had their throats slit and then allowed to turn. We were forced to shoot them to survive but before we left, we found that someone had written the name 'Nelson' on their arm; if they'd been wearing long sleeves we'd never seen it." Sarah shuddered at the memory of it and added, "Since we only have a handful of people prior to your arrival, Tamara, we'd make like rats in a cage whenever we went out for supplies 'cause none of my people, myself included, want to end up like those poor souls we came across.
Pausing once more to look around, Sarah added, "There's dirt paths and trails just on the other side of the South Ridge there," pointing down the access road to the left a bit, "that'll take you straight to the airfield without anyone seeing you. If you're going to survey the area, I'd get people down there now and start watching, Tamara."
Looking over at her sister, Tegan nodded and said, "Any questions, anyone?" Not hearing any, she added, "Well, alright...let's be about it, people!"
Post by Jason Kern on Nov 25, 2016 13:36:52 GMT -5
Jason looked over the map as Both Tamara and Sarah were talking. His eyes went from one to the other as they were making the plans out for what was going to happen. Pushing the button for his headset, he made a call out for his Recon's to show up at the vehicle. When he gave the message without disturbing the two sisters, Jason straightened upwards to his full height while he had his M-4 in his hands. There was a smile on his face as he heard Sarah talking about how they would run like scared mice since they didn't have the numbers. Looking around him as his men and women of the Recon's showed up. "Well Sarah, you won't have to worry about the number's factor anymore. With us, we all are trained to shoot firearms. Hell, me and your sister here have trained half of what you see that has came with us thus far. And plus with the Helicopters....we have the upper advantage. But, if you excuse me ladies, I got two choppers that need to be moved." Turning to face his two flight squads, his voice was loud as he usually liked to do since he wasn't a man to repeat things Twice. With a cigar on his lips, he pulled out his map from his back pocket which it usually was and opened it. Wolverine and a few of the new baby birds, as he and the senior Recons called them, circled around him.
"Ok Ladies and Germans, we gotta move the two choppers and the plane to this spot over behind the Castle. It would seem Tamara and her sister doesn't trust this man named Nelson...and quite Frankly....Neither do I. So the plan is simple, we are going to pick our Rides from the spots and fly them over here. Where after that, a few of Sarah's people will pick us up to drive us to the meeting location. That will be when we will give Tamara and her Personal Security Team (PST)support. If anything goes down, Preacher man will give Sniper support from the Hills close by. Wolverine, you do control burst fire until Tamara and her team are out of the line of fire, Open up on them. Hold no Quarter for if they show hostile intentions. Are we all clear?" Everyone: "Yes Sir!" Jason tilted his head a bit and asked again. "I asked, Are We all Fucking Clear?" Wolverine smirked as he said, "We all are Crystal Clear Recon Leader.""Ok, lets get to it, Assholes and Elbows. Double time Double Time Double Fucking Time! I want to see them asses Running down that road!" The Recon Team's didn't jump into the vehicles, they Ran down the access road to the Airstrip down below. Scanning from one side to the other, they kept they're eyes peeled for any unknown CHARLIES.
It would have been easier to have gotten on the back of a couple of Vehicles to get down to the choppers and Airplane, but that would also mean that they would over look anything or simply miss it from the driving of the drivers in the trucks. Rushing to the Choppers, he and wolverine unlocked both birds and hopped in them. As they were they're check lists and preflight warm up, the rest of the crews spread out and were in firing support. Looking around, they had they're primary weapons that varied from bolt action rifles, sub-Machine guns, pistols, Shotguns and assault Rifles. The Rotors began to speed up faster and faster, soon enough they were ready to fly. Strapping himself tight into his seat, he pushed in the button on the left side of his head set as he radioed in. "Ok everyone, round up. We got ourselves a task. So get a hitch in your step and hurry your rumps. We aint got all day."And both squads for the two Choppers hurried back to the birds and climbed aboard. Strapping themselves in and some taking fire positions, the Two Helicopters began to rise into the air and pointed in the direction of where to take them.
Flying above the tree lines and going as fast as they could, Both Helicopters circled over the spot a couple of times before making they're descent to the ground below. The Kiowa first was to touch down and slowly calmed down to a full stop. Jason and his crew piled out and took firing positions to cover the MD-500 for it to come down. Wolverine came in nice and steady. Landing it six feet away from the Kiowa, his crew piled out first before Wolverine. When the choppers were said and done, they would wait for they're rides to show up.
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Nov 25, 2016 13:51:17 GMT -5
The sound of the cab's door opening and shutting woke her up from her sleep, but she figured it was David again, or maybe even Ace. But when she heard a female throwing up, she slid her arm down from her head and onto her stomach. Leaning up slightly, Hannah then heard the loud thud and a yelp coming from the Diver seat. It was a voice she never heard before. But, it did sound a bit attractive. Moving off the bed, she pulled her .45 Caliber handgun from it's holster and moved to the entrance way to the sleeper and the Front of the Rig. Aiming the handgun at the back of the woman's head, Hannah said to her. "Don't move sweet Heart. You broke into the wrong vehicle if your looking to get away from here. So tell me, why are you in here....and what is your name?" Hannah had the gun fixed on the blonde that sat in her usual seat as Hannah moved herself to the passenger seat. Her back leaning against the door, she had the handgun aimed at the side of the lady's body. Looking over her, Hannah saw that she wasn't looking to good and the new bag that had...Medications? The Jade color eye looked at the new person and frowned a bit. A feeling was in the back of her mind as she thought of two things as to why she had this much medication in One bag and is at they're Stronghold.
"I'm Hannah, Hannah Emritz....whats with the Duffel bag full of Medication? Now, I can think of a few reasons for it. One, your addicted to it which isn't good. Second, you stole them for your own needs. Or Third, you took them for another Group. So which would it be Beautiful?" The Scout team Leader 6 didn't know what else to think of, but she did have a great body she would love to admire for hours at a time. But at the current time, she had her firearm fixed on the poor lady who looked scared and In pain. Well, and sick.
Nora was busy trying to figure out what she want to take when the sound of a voice behind her made her stop her movement. 'Well, Shit.' She thought to herself but she raised her hands knowing this person probably had a gun on her at the time. It was a woman's voice that much she could tell and maybe there was a slight accent. She really couldn't fully Tell with the drugs dulling her mind. "My name is Nora. My Father is inside and I think a part or your group. His name is Samuel and he had some chick with him but she probably gonna be busy stopping him from killing an Irishman."
Nora spoke as she looked over at the blonde woman now in the passenger's seat. There was a gun aimed at her but it wasn't the first time it had happened so she wasn't worried. "They are my drugs. So maybe I got a problem but hadn't really planned to do anything about it." She said with a smile on her face before taking a sip of water and tried to assess her options of how to get out of this situation. This woman wore an eye patch and Nora assumed it wasn't a fashion statement so maybe her perception was a little off.
This woman probably wouldn't expect her to try anything so maybe the element of surprise. It was then when she had the sudden urge of sickness flow through her again. She was turned to face Hannah at this Point and suddenly leaned forward throwing up on everything in front of her. Including the Lap of the blonde holding the gun on her which atm that moment she believed that would give her a chance depending on how the woman reacted. Wiping her mouth she coughed a bit and her eyes shot up to watch what would happen. "Sorry."
With that being said she waited a moment then took a chance and hope distraction would be on her side as she went for the gun. The adrenaline in her system would hopefully work int her favor and if she could get the gun out of the woman's hand maybe she had a chance.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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