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It was a somewhat average day at The Hive, although it was pretty chilly. There was a slight breeze which chilled whoever was outside even more. But something was off. A slight buzzing sound could be heard, although it was soft and seemed distant. And, even more oddly, was that the origin seemed to be above the island. And that was true, because anyone who bothered to look up would have noticed something flying towards them. Well, not them specifically, but The Hive in general. And that something was a plane. A plane! Gregory looked out of the cockpit towards the island as the plane tilted a bit, turning in a wide circle around the place. His eyes swept over the stronghold and the man's gaze fell upon the nearby airport. "Well then..." Gregory started. "I think I know where to land next." He stated as the plane turned towards the airport, flying directly above The Hive.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 15, 2016 16:01:56 GMT -5
It had been a relatively quiet day. Work on some of the contruction sites were going according to place and people were at work. All of that quietness was broken by the rapid calls on the radios. The small talk in the radio hub was now buzzeling with questions. Stepping away from behind her desk to look out over the people that now looked at her for answers. "I'm going to check this shit out. Everyone just stay calm." Her tone having a hint of authority before walking out the doors to an exit.
Biting down on her lower cheep as the cold nipped at her uncovered finger tips. Thankfully the winter jacket she had on kept it from bothering her too much. Stopping in her path next to a guard with a radio near a table. Watching Amir try to make contact with the flying plane. Placing a pale hand over brow so the sun wasn't making her squint at the damn thing. What the fuck...
Smith sat in the cockpit to the right of Gregory, fiddling with the radio in his lap. He jumped a bit when the radio suddenly burst with the chatter of concerned people losing their shit and then quieting down for several seconds before someone began talking to the crew of the plane. Which was them. Smith laughed as he responded. "Calm your tits, holy shit. This isn't the second coming of Jesus. Anyways... Hi. Whoever you are down there, hello. We come in piece. We mean you no harm. We just want somewhere to land and get supplies. Whether you guys like it or not, we're landing at that airport just across the water, I just wanted to let you know." Smith trailed off as he looked at Gregory, who shrugged. "Uh... I guess we'll meet in person at the airport. Over and out." Smith shut off the radio and burst into laughter alongside Gregory, who had started to dip the nose of the plane down as they began to descend to land at the airport.
Gregory stopped laughing as the plane inched closer to the ground, slightly adjusting the plane as needed. Several minutes later, the wheels made contact with the tarmac and the plane slowed to a halt, the propellers winding down as the two men sat there for a moment before opening their doors and hopping out. They walked around the plane a few times to stretch their legs and get the blood flowing freely again. "Really, Wesson? Calm your tits? That..." He laughed some more. "I hope we don't get shot because of that." Gregory sneezed suddenly, wiping his nose with a napkin he had in his pocket, tossing the used thing aside afterwards. He walked back over to Smith and stood there with him, pondering what to do next.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 15, 2016 18:14:10 GMT -5
After a few minutes of talking with a bunch of flipping out folks on the radio. Most seemed quite pissed by the random remarks. Francesca hadn't even realized that she was holding her hand over her chest. Switching the frequency to the construction crew at LaGardia airport. "Tobias.. " Words were interrupted by the younger man's next statement. "Don't worry Fran we are checking it out." The construction worker said as the others with him loaded up their guns before taking a walk to the now identified flying object. None of them had their guns trained on the two. Tobias simply held out the radio once they were a yard or two away. "Hey. Overseer wants to talk to you now. What you said has her pissed." Francesca on the other end of the device had a face turning red. A little agitated at the remark because the comment hadn't agitated her. Surprised her yes but it hasn't gotten her angry.
Smith shrugged, walking over to the right of the plane and getting back in. "I'm gonna rummage through here, see exactly what we need and how much. Oh," Smith tossed a box of tissues out of the window. "And I think you could use this." Looking back down, Smith exhaled. "I reckon we've got a few minutes, so..." He trailed off as he delved into the back of the plane to see exactly how they were doing on supplies. Several minutes later, Smith pooped into view holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Hey, look what I...found..." His voice trailed off as he saw a group of armed men approaching. He put the bottle of Jack Daniels down and pulled out his revolver, keeping it hidden beneath the window.
Gregory watched as Smith entered the plane, catching the box of tissues and thanking him before pulling one out and facing away from the plane. He blew his nose and tossed the tissue aside, freezing when he noticed several men approaching. With guns. "Oh dear." he mumbled to himself as he sneezed suddenly. Looking back at the plane for several moments, Gregory approached the group, who then held out a radio. "He-" He was interrupted by a loud sneeze. "Hello, this is the pilot speaking." He sniffed. "I'd like to apologize for the comments of my co-pilot. It's just...we're tired and hungry. Neither of us have had a good night's rest in days, we've been flying nonstop for a little under a week." He wiped his nose with a tissue. He looked at the men. "Is the Overseer the person in charge?"
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 15, 2016 20:37:59 GMT -5
The group of men looked back at them. A little surprised by the sneeze thinking he was going to draw a gun. Once they heard conformation that their was two half of the men kept eyes on the plane for sights on this fellow before answering the sickly one. "Overseers regulate island and make up the council." Tobias explained short and sweet to him. Observing the man before them trying to get a read off of him. "Tell your friend he can stop playing hide and speak, we don't want to hurt you, we have lunch getting served up about now" He explained to Toast before giving the names of himself and the others with him. After the small introduction he smiled more. "We are from the Hive." Francesca listened to every word spoken thanks to Tobi not dicking around with the radio he held out.
Back on the island the redhead called down to one of the cafeterias to check up on lunch due to her own stomach deciding to grumble. Dog meat tasted too chewy after a while. If only their was still a red lobsters open out their. The usually focused women was getting side tracked by the day dreams of garlic bread. Turni her attention back toward the situation on the radio as best she could.
Smith stowed the revolver away in his jacket before picking up the Jack Daniels. "At least address me directly." Smith slowly opened the door to the airplane and hopped down, the unopened bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. "Lunch does sound rather appetizing." He strolled up beside Gregory. "What's the chow?" Smith looked at the bottle of liquor. "Wonder how old this is. And how it didn't break on the plane...and how this got on the plane. How did we end up with a bottle of Jack Daniels?" He questioned Gregory. Shrugging, he looked back up. "Anyways, what's The Hive?"
Gregory nodded his head. "That's good to know." He looked at Smith as he exited the airplane with a bottle of Jack Daniels. He gestured to himself. "I'm Gregory, and this," he pointed at Smith. "Is Wesson. It's nice to meet someone who isn't trying to kill us or steal the plane for once." Gregory looked back at Smith. "No, I don't remember ever putting hands on a bottle of Jack Daniels." He sneezed. "We'd be thankful for any food you give us." He turned to Smith. "I'm pretty sure 'The Hive' is just the name of their settlement."
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 16, 2016 7:45:23 GMT -5
The redhead listened to what sounded like two men and their indecision over a bottle of alcohol, "Alcohol isn't allowed but can be used for moseltovs." Knowing she must of sounded like a damn women from the prohibition. Rules were rules until they got around to making reforms. Sighing as the pale women listened to Tobias then speak."yeah it's called the hive because is a buzzing city in the dead town." Tobias said with a smile now appearing as he gave the near men a sign to lower their weapons. Taking a moment to figure out the most appetizing words to describe what could be on the menus today. Dog and cat hadn't always settled in new folks stomach from time to time. "Fish maybe, vegetables, probably a side dish of dog and cat." Explaining quickly after of the food circumstances. "Ain't no cows around for the good meat but at least it's not human." Shrugging off the bad joke, unsure what these two had been through in the past three years or so.
Smith raised the liquor to the light and frowned. "Oh well. I'll just put it back where I found it." He said as he climbed back into the plane. Wrapping the bottle of Jack Daniels in some cloth, he gently put it down before hopping back down and walking back to Gregory. "Hive. Sounds like Hives. ECH. Not gonna diss your house though. It looks pretty nice from the air." He looked over to the island. "Dog and cat, eh?" He laughed. "I'm not gonna refuse a meal. Or a Tempur-Pedic mattress, if you got any. It'll be the first time we've eaten meat in a while." He looked more relieved now that the men had lowered their weapons. "You guys the only settlement around here?" Smith slowly pulled out his revolver and checked how he was doing in ammo, emptying the empty shells and sighing to himself.
Gregory sniffled in silence as Smith put the alcohol back in the plane, chuckling slightly at his joke about the name of the colony. He sneezed. Another tissue was tossed to the tarmac. He exhaled, slightly hitting his hands together to keep them warm. "Fish, vegetables, dog and cat. That'll be the best meal we've had in a while. Thanks, Tobias and whoever is on the other side of the radio." He looked at Smith as the man emptied the revolver, having only two shots left in the thing. His eyes shifted back towards the group as Smith asked them about any surrounding pockets of survivors, listening for a response. And he sneezed again. Yet another tissue used. Gregory was annoyed by all the sneezing.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 16, 2016 10:03:48 GMT -5
Tobias was relieved that they lowered their weapons and hadn't been shot at yet. Rolling his eyes at man as he said his thanks. "An Oveseer. Hence why I'm holding it out. She wants to talk to you." Tobias tried to emphasize it before hanging it out toward him still offering the damn thing. Meanwhile Fran was just happy the two didn't complain about the rule. It was always irritating when guest tried to keep the whole outlaw attitude once they entered past the different gates on the bridge toward the island. Before Tobias could answer the redhead decided to cut in a response on the other end of the radio. "Yes and No. Their was or is a slaver group that we went to war with in Manhattan. Women and children as slaves didn't settle well as neighbors. They were killed and some escaped out of the city." Pausing for a moment to let the information settle before hearing a sneeze. "We search for survivors, offer them a place to stay or until they choose to keep on traveling." Francesca finished the information she had to share on the safe haven. Tobias glanced over his shoulder as a vehical drove toward not intending harm. "Transport over to the island. You will go through the intake and receptions building for a medical checkup, bite check, and blood type in case of emergencies before you are taken to one of the cafeterias." The worker explained with a smile.
Smith took the radio in his free hand, his hand tightly gripping the revolver, which was held by his side. "I'll talk to this Overseer in person,thank you." He followed Tobias' eyes and saw the approaching vehicle. "So it's pretty exciting here, eh? Well, if you ever have need of aerial services, we're your guys. I suppose that's the best thing we can do to help pull our own weight during the time we're here." He looked over at Gregory and knudged his shoulder. "And this guy could use a doctor. You have no idea how annoying it is to fly with a guy constantly sneezing." Smith laughed. "Looks like we're getting a taxi." He ruffled his hair and put the revolver back into his jacket.
Gregory looked down at the box of tissues nestled in the crevice of his elbow. "Oh dear." He sneezed. Another tissue hit the runway. He watched as the vehicle got closer. "Wars and slavers. Sounds like a book." He sniffed. "Some meds would be nice. And a bite to eat would really make my day." He looked over at Smith as he put the revolver back into the jacket. "Well, I'M your guy. I'm the one who has to do most of the flying. Piloting a plane ain't that easy when you sneeze a whole lot." He walked over to the vehicle and boarded it, Smith getting in afterwards.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 16, 2016 17:30:09 GMT -5
Once the two got in the vehical they were greeted by a man and women. The man behind the wheels was silent as the lady named Fiona talked about how safe the place was. It wasn't a long trip back to the island when you took the time to get around some abandoned vehical stat had been stripped for parts. Slowly the car approached the gate and a guard made sure everything was A ok before the gates opened allowing the two new arrivals entry. Parking the car at the intake and receptions building where the redhead stood outside the door waiting. Hand on her pistol as her blue eyes observed them once they got out. "Oveseer of Communications Francesca here." Giving a small smile. Praying silently that these two wouldn't try to pull any bull shit.
Smith pulled out the revolver when he stepped out of the vehicle, flicking it to the side and inserting 9mm bullets he retrieved from one of the cargo pant pockets into the gun before flicking it the other way, the metal closing with a satisfying -click-. He held the revolver at his side, but the man was ready to start shooting if things went south. He looked at Gregory. "Stay behind me," he silently told his comrade. "If things go south, book it and get to the plane. Don't wait for me. got it?" He approached the Overseer with a smile on his face. "Hello there Francesca. I'm Smith." He extended his open hand. "Nice to finally meet you in person."
Gregory sneezed as he got out of the van, looking at the surrounding area. He nodded to Smith and stood behind and slightly to the left of him, wiping his nose with a tissue while Smith went to introduce himself and greet the Overseer. Gregory rubbed his hands together in an effort to keep them from going numb, tucking the box of tissues away in the crease of his arm. "Ech." He uttered. Gregory looked over at Francesca and waved while Smith extended his hand.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 17, 2016 18:19:43 GMT -5
Fran returned the smile kindly likening politeness in a person. A shake of the head as she waved the handshake suggestion away. "Sorry I know one of you is a little sick from what I heard on the radio... Illness can spread and I know the excuse sounds bitchy." The perky forgiving tone in her voice slowly formed into honesty as she didn't want to get the sniffles. Simple as that really. Holding the door open for the two men as two male nurses and doctors behind them waited to take the new folks into the mini exam rooms. "Nice to meet you gentlemen"
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