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Post by Kate McCready-Bates on May 24, 2016 0:42:36 GMT -5
Belle Isle's Medical Annex"Okay, let me check your eyes," Kate said quietly to the Canadian sitting inside the exam room, checking for reactions and any other injuries. Satisfied everything was in order, she began to finish up the exam - having already done everything else - when her radio crackled with static. "Kate, third boat's coming in," the voice, belonging to one of the stronghold's communications people, said. Picking up the radio, she keyed the mic. "Copy, I'll be at the dock," she replied, setting down the mic. Sticking her head out the door, she yelled, "Hey, someone take over for me here," going back inside and grabbing her doctor's kit. "Apologies," she said, "someone will be with you in a moment, okay?"
Stepping outside, she stopped one of her fellow medics and said, "Finish the exam I started in Exam #4; my notes are on the counter next to the exam table," before heading outside and running down the center of T-Dock, watching the third boat arrive. "Is that the last of them?" she asked another Belle Isler.
"Not yet; Sarah's skiff should be right behind them," he replied; looking around, Kate saw the rubber-hulled craft following about a minute or two behind the third boat. "Well, let's get these people off the boat," Kate said walking down and grabbing hold of the tie-down ropes, wrapping them around the anchor points, securing the boat to the dock. That done, she reached over and began helping the occupants - mostly Canadians from across the river in Windsor - out of the boat, directing them down the dock. "Go on inside; we'll get you guys checked out here in a little bit," she said, pointing down the dock towards the yacht club building.
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 24, 2016 22:00:28 GMT -5
Christensen stood up with a soft wipe of her forehead as she finished securing the last of the shelters with the help of the men, and looked to the sky before signalling to the men she was going to go find Ian to tell him that the assignment was done and the shelters were set up finally, and walked back to the building she had her examination earlier that day, looking to and fro every possible angle for the man, or someone that could tell her where he was. After all, she deduced he was the leader of the place in Sarah's absence, but noticed that Kate had stepped outside the building just as she was about to enter, and moved to her side as she spoke to another medic, waiting patiently for her to be free before speaking.
Post by Kate McCready-Bates on May 25, 2016 0:39:23 GMT -5
Standing on the dock, Kate noticed someone standing near her; turning to look, she saw it was Chris standing next to her. "Hey," Kate said to her, a stoic yet amiable smile about her. "We got two more boats coming in: the third boat we sent to Windsor," pointing off to the west, "which we should see here in a few minutes and a rubber-hulled skiff with Sarah and a few others on-board. Wanna' help us lash them to dock, get everyone inside?"
Sitting up in the yacht club's perch at the very top of the building, Ian couldn't help but watch the smoke clouds continue to billow to the west out of Windsor as the fires continued to rage, thankful in one sense that the east bank of the Detroit River protected both Belle Isle and Detroit from the fires should they reach the shoreline....on the other hand, he mused, the winds are picking up from the east, which will blow both smoke and potentially embers across the river.
After some time watching the fires, he looked around and saw that the three DRASH shelters were now up and anchored, the UST trailer providing air conditioning; looking out along the river, he could see the last boats coming in from Windsor and thought, Thank God they're returning, climbing down from the perch and making his way back down. Walking downstairs, he eventually got back to the ground floor and turned towards the back entrance, threading his way around the incoming crowds of survivors from Windsor. Whistling to someone, he motioned for them to come over. "Make sure everyone's gone through medical, make sure they're comfortable and then go get 'em something to eat out of the dining hall," Ian said to the man. "You need me for anything, I'll be outside," he added before turning to walk outside and wait for the boats to arrive at the dock.
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 25, 2016 3:02:31 GMT -5
Chris nodded with a grin of confidence to Kate, lifting the sleeves of her jacket enough to bare most of her decently-toned arms, a non-verbal sign of "let's do it" to the woman before looking back down to the dock and ran down towards it, running just in time to figuratively run into Ian, who came out onto view as she got closer. He looked like he was anticipating something, or someone, and couldn't help but grin as she gently reached up to pat his shoulder to show she was there, walking towards the dock as if to prepare to help the boats dock up. Though, on her way past him, she did speak. "The shelters are set up, sir. All of them, and I even added a nice little extra.", she said as she held a folded piece of paper to him.
((OOC: Question, is there a basic triage set up on the isle?))
Looking at the paper of paper Chris handed him, Ian smiled. "That's good," he said, folding it and putting it into a pants pocket and giving her an equal pat on the shoulder. "Those shelters have come in handy over the past three years and they're liable to serve us well for years to come," watching as the third boat slowed as it approached the dock. As the three of them - Ian, Chris and Kate - walked down towards where the boat was preparing to dock at, he couldn't help but notice what seemed like a budding friendship between the two ladies, quipping, "I don't think you'll have to worry about fitting in, Chris; I think you'll fit right in," pausing to catch one of the rope lines as it was tossed out of the boat and onto the dock.(OOC: In good weather and when the Detroit River is navigable, the T-Dock is generally where triage is done; in inclement weather or during the months when the river is frozen over, the triage area's on the other side of the Detroit Yacht Club building.)
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 25, 2016 7:55:04 GMT -5
Chris smiled as she got a similar reply from Ian as he patted her shoulder in turn, and made her way to the pier just as the rope lines came out and caught one herself while Ian got another, and tugged it firmly with enough slack to securely tie it around the pier post to tether the boat, and looked around for the others to see where they would go, speaking all the while to Ian. "Oh? How do you figure that, sir?"
((OOC: Oh, I was going to give Ian plans for Chris to have her own triage set up to help, but if those are already set...))
As they tied the boat securely to the dock, Ian thought about Chris's question; looking over towards her as they helped everyone off the boat, he said, "Gut feeling...plus, in this day and age, unless someone's outright hostile, its' usually better to give them the benefit of the doubt and work from there."
(OOC: On the triage question, Chris...we can do that at some point down the road; that's no problem.)
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 26, 2016 4:18:36 GMT -5
Chris worked to secure the other boats to the pier posts before stepping back with a wipe of her arm against her forehead to wipe the sweat, stepping back enough so the people on the boat could have enough room to easily unload, and she could help them if need be before she glanced at Ian as she heard his question. She was trusted within an hour of meeting? Well, that was certainly something. For all they know, she could've just been trying to get inside of their ranks and sabotage them, or worse, kill them all. But she wasn't like that. Hell, she left her supplies back next to the building, in one of the shelters; if anything was a sign of her loyalty, it was that. With a sigh, she looked among the passengers of the boats as if trying to see who Sarah was, though spoke in turn to Ian. "Well, your gut is right. With my philosophy, I try to show mercy to anyone I face, even if it is a dog-eat-dog world out here. People change, often for the better but sometimes for the worse; mercy allows them a chance to reflect and grow a new leaf. Am I...naive in thinking that way, Ian?", she asked without looking at the man, hiding the look of deep recollection in her expression.
Ian thought about Chris's question, eyebrows drawn a little inward in a thoughtful manner. "Nothing naive in thinking that way, Chris...just means that you're human after all." Looking out in the distance, he could see Sarah's skiff drawing closer to the dock and added, "and speaking of humans, here comes the last few from Windsor."
Post by Sarah Sharpe on May 27, 2016 4:17:02 GMT -5
Sitting on one side of the rubber-hulled skiff, Sarah looked around at the others on the boat and smiled; they could see the docks of Belle Isle and knew they were just about home. "I don't suppose I should go ahead and say it, Elise, but anyway...'welcome to Belle Isle," smiling at the Windsor survivor before looking back with binoculars towards the docks. Seeing Ian standing on the dock brought a smile to her heart; even with the decade difference in age, they clicked in practically every way possible. Raising her arm up in the air, she waved to get his attention, thinking, it was good to be home...
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 27, 2016 6:29:53 GMT -5
Hearing that she still had her humanity even after living so long in this hellish world, even if for 3 years, brought a smile to her as she nodded in acceptance of what Ian said before directing her gaze to one of the incoming boats as Ian pointed it out. The last one? Then that had to be the one that Sarah and the others were on, and she was finally going to meet her. Upon closer inspection, she could spy that there were more than one women on the skiff, so she didn't know which one was Sarah, prompting an inquisitive look from Chris towards Ian. "Which one of them is Sarah, sir?", she asked kindly.
Pointing towards the skiff as it began to slow down on its' approach to the dock, Ian said, "See the one on the left - blonde hair, black clothes, sunny disposition - that's Sarah," smiling at the sight of her as the skiff bumped up against the dock. Catching one of the lines tossed from it, he quickly tied the line down and started helping everyone out of the rubber-hulled boat. As he helped Sarah out of the skiff, he smiled and pointed over towards Chris. "While you were out playing the heroine," he joked, "we got a visitor across the MacArthur Bridge...Sarah, this is Chris," he said, introducing Sarah to the newcomer.
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 27, 2016 18:03:03 GMT -5
Chris moved with Ian to help secure Sarah's skiff and stepped back so she and the passengers aboard could get off without much hassle, watching the scene as Ian pointed in her direction. She heard that Ian was introducing her to Sarah while also addressing her in a joking manner, and Chris simply smiled and nodded before holding a hand out to the woman she was just meeting for the first time. "Hello, Ms. Sarah, I'm Chris Bates.", she said, her green eyes up on Sarah now.
Post by Sarah Sharpe on May 28, 2016 1:54:34 GMT -5
As she grasped Ian's hand, Sarah climbed out of the skiff, turning to catch her rifle and sling it back over her shoulder...standing on the dock, a woman she surmised was new to Belle Isle introduced herself and held her hand out. Grasping it, Sarah shook her hand with a firm but friendly handshake and said to her, "Please, I haven't been called Ms. Sarah since I was probably fifteen, sixteen years old and still living in the Philippines," smiling all the while despite having been in the midst of rescue the past hour or so. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Chris; I'm Sarah Roland. Welcome to Belle Isle," she said.
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 28, 2016 13:20:48 GMT -5
Chris couldn't help but smile herself over the fact the beautiful leader herself was welcoming her to the stronghold, and clenched her hand just as firmly and with vigor to shake softly, her green eyes up on the older blonde woman named Sarah all the while. After a second or so, she parted her lips to inhale before speaking, gently releasing her hand in the meantime. "Nice to meet you, too. No, the pleasure is mine. It's beautiful here, love what you and your men and women have done with the place.", she said with a grin.
Post by Sarah Sharpe on May 29, 2016 0:19:48 GMT -5
"Thanks," Sarah said, hearing Chris's compliment. "We just do what we can with what resources we have...its' a Detroit thing; most of us figure that since the world's got it in for the Motor City, this is our way of shaking a collective fist right back at 'em." Looking around, Sarah could see that the skies were beginning to lighten up a bit, though the faint smells of smoke from across the river in Windsor were still drifting from the east over the island...a slightly acrid smell one could taste if you took a deep enough breath. "Well, everyone, let's head inside," she said, pointing towards the yacht club's back entrance
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 29, 2016 4:34:24 GMT -5
Chris nodded, and moved forward towards the yacht club's back entrance and gently tried to open the door, wanting to be polite and helpful but she didn't know if the door was locked or not; with Sarah's return, it might as well not be, and looked to Sarah with a smile. "I'm looking forward to talking with you more, Ms. Sarah. I heard you practice in eskrima from Ian, perhaps we could spar some time. A bit of freestyle, eh?", she asked and offered kindly to the female leader before her.
Post by Sarah Sharpe on May 29, 2016 16:16:03 GMT -5
"We'll have to do that sometime, Chris," Sarah said, hearing the young woman mention Sarah's martial arts training. "There's a couple of us besides myself who practice regularly and it'll be good to have you join in sometime." Before she could continue, she saw Kate walking over, a rare hint of a smile on her face. "Everything all right, Kate?" Sarah asked; given Kate's normally stoic manner, any hint of a smile or other outward appearance was enough to make you ask what was going on...
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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