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Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 25, 2015 11:33:03 GMT -5
The camp had gone quiet and the ashes from Yuri's funeral pyre had been left in the middle of the settlement. It was a smoldering pile of ash and wood now, soon to be extinguished by the clean up crew. Snow had started to fall late, covering the camp, the surrounding woods and even freezing over park of Bear Lake. At least the rising sun would deliver respite from the snow to bring the temperature above rising.
Some may find themselves nursing hangovers come morning or perhaps rising to strange bedfellows from the revelry the night before, but all would have to realize that jobs were needed to be done in order to keep the settlement running like clockwork. Outside the gates were strangers, some friends, some enemies and all would have to be dealt with at some point and time.
The pirate rose slowly the following norning, a small hint of a hangover was all he had from last night's revelry. He smiled and put his coat back on over his shoulders and for once buttoned the damned thing up. It was cold as an antarctic winter out today and he wanted the warmth.
"Don know how ye lubbers can stand ta be so cold," he muttered to himself.
He started heading to the medical tent. The council had said that he would need to take a more active role in the camp and Veran did not want to get stuck doing some crap job so he was going to see if he could put himself to work in his own field. Thus was the end of the world, no doubt people needed help processing the things that they had been through.
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Post by Damon Morris on Feb 25, 2015 21:10:48 GMT -5
Damon woke up to the feel his hands shivering cold. He remembered when he used to go camping, the mornings would consistently compose of fresh morning air and dew on the ground. One consistent and stereotypical truth about Damon as a student, he was not a morning person. His eyes not fully open, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He decided to stretch his legs and stumbled around camp trying to find something to do and see if they had anything like Coffee. It was unlikely but he thought it worth a try.
Post by Dan-Andrei Moldovan on Feb 26, 2015 6:42:25 GMT -5
Andrei was among the first to get up in the area where he had been sleeping, feeling the cold's bite which prompted him to get something warm to drink. After stretching, he went to the area where they held most of the food and kitchen utensils. The lass that was the only one currently there was kind enough to let him use a kettle and a stove. He only had some tea, but it was better than nothing. A bit of Earl Grey and Lime Tree were just the thing. Once the infusion was done, he poured the girl that was there a cup before taking the entire kettle with him to the medbay, along with 3 cups and a hard plastic surface on which to put the kettle without burning anything. Harding might need it for a little pick-me-up in the morning.
As he entered the tent, Andrei found the doctor almost asleep at the desk. Silently, he put the kettle over the plastic he had brought on an empty table, poured a cup for her and moved it slightly near her nose, to let the smell wake her. She slowly opened her eyes.
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 26, 2015 9:15:20 GMT -5
Waking up in this cold, after drinking some whiskey the night before, was probably one of the most difficult things to do. At least, that's how it felt to Remy as her eyes started to open and her body started to naturally rise. She was used to getting little to no sleep, but last night, being warm under a few blankets in a cozy little cot, was just what she needed. The privacy she had with Luca also opened her eyes a bit and she wondered how she could have come to trust him. She laid in the bed for a few minutes thinking that over. He was the one person, the only person, in a long, long time that had been there for her when she needed someone. If anything, she felt like now she could talk to someone and rid herself of some pressure that she normally kept bottled deep inside. She considered him to be a friend.
Slowly she got up, reaching for the warm jacket and warm boots before pulling her hair back and pulling a snug little wool hat with a hole in it over her head to keep warm. She could see the rays of light beaming through the tent flaps and while others rose and made their way out, others stayed behind and slept quietly. She wasn't going to bother any of them while she went on a hunt for fishing poles and possible lures near the agriculture tent. That's the spot where she was told she could set up her lab.
The smell of coffee brewing smelled good, but she knew she couldn't take that vice up again. The caffeine headaches were bad enough when she couldn't get her morning brew anymore and she wasn't about to start. Her body had attuned to what was available now and coffee wasn't one of those things.
She passed through the medical 'offices' where Andrei and the half sleeping doctor were, offering them both a nod before continuing on. Still, she really had nothing to say to anyone as her search for the rods and reels seemed to press on. But for her, it was not so much about finding food as it was having this time alone. Fishing was only a good excuse.
The pirate finally rounded the bend to the medical tent. He would much rather still be in his rack, but his time of being a loner were done. He needed to be seen out and about and helping, especially if he wanted them to let him do the research that he wanted to do. It would be risky and he couldn't pull it off on his own, but if he was right he should be able to create a walker prediction model based on groups and their movement.
When he pushed open the flap of the medical tent he was happy to see the younger Doctor who had arrived around the same time he had. He remembered the man saying something positive about his idea in the council chambers and he wanted to see if the man had any thoughts on his plans. Now would be an awesome time to talk to him.
"Well if it taint just ta lubber I been lookin' fer," he said, his accent heavier then normal this morning because of the slight hangover.
The fire from the pyre had caught Dale's attention the night before. He watched silently from atop a tree outside the camp, and felt the pangs of loneliness as he watched the settlement enjoying their revelries. He had always done fine on his own, despite the few times he had nearly died from strokes of bad luck, but he had managed. It wasn't normal for him to want to interact with others, but almost six months had passed since Tessa died, and a rogue existence was a lonely one no matter who you were. No partner in crime, no enemies to have conflicts with, and nobody to love. These feelings brought him to the settlement that night.
He had seen the people around, being cautious to avoid them, and in the midst of their patrols it was easy to avoid them. Seeing the people in their raw emotions was not an easy thing to feel nothing over. Before the night had ended he lowered himself to a thick branch not too far from the ground, but high enough to avoid snapping teeth from below, and slept. The morning dew brought goosebumps to his arms as he opened his backpack, and devoured the last of his food, and dropped the can to the ground below. From his backpack he pulled out the wallet his father gave him of his, and looked over the only picture he ever had of him, his mom, and his father together. He had to from time to time, or he'd forget.
With a large sigh, he put the wallet back into his backpack, threw it over his shoulder, and dropped down to the ground below. He quickly, but silently made his way towards the front gate of the camp. After about five minutes he arrived and hid behind a thick tree. His heart beat rapidly, and the sound of it completely overtook any hearing he had left. He pulled both of his firearms out, and held them high as he came around the edge of view. As soon he showed himself, weapons clicked into place, and people began gathering around the guard. He stopped around a hundred feet from the gates, and let his magazine slide out of his pistol, and cocked it back to release the one in place. Then he clicked his revolver open, and let the bullets fall to the ground. He holstered them both, and then slid his sword out with the idea to toss it forward, but he didn't let it go, as it's meaning was too important to him. Then he waited.
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2015 19:56:41 GMT -5 by Deleted
The pirate heard commotion at the gate and decided that he could get off of having to be usefull for a minute to go and see what was going on. He looked at the doctor who was currently involved with someone else, the other doctor to be exact.
"Be back lubber, gonna see what's what at the gate"
It wasn't a long walk to the gate but it gave the pirate some time to think. He had relied on his persona for so long but here it seemed like he might need to drop it. He needed people to respect him and value his opinion if he was going to push this place to be the best that it could be. He knew, maybe without justification, that this place was the future. They had everything they needed and he hadn't failed to notice the baby bumps some of the woman were sporting. A place where you could have and raise offspring was vital for the continuation of the species. The thought of children brought his mind back to his own son and he pulled the picture out of his bag. It had been so long and it felt like a whole life ago.
At the gate there seemed to be a new person and at first the pirate almost turned around to walk back. The guards were sure to follow their normal protocol but then he noticed Something familiar about the kid, something about the way he walked, the way he held himself.
"Drop all of your weapons and we will send a party out to come and get you," the guard Saif but the boy just went about his work of emptying his weapons.
Veran walked a little closer to get a closer look at the kid and when he did his whole world toppled in an instant. It was Dale. His son had somehow found him. The guards kept shouting, wanting the boy to drop his katana but it was useless Dale was almost completely deaf and Veran didn't see his hearing aid.
"Open the gates!" Veran shouted at the guards.
"We have our protocol he needs to drop the katana," the guard responded tersely.
"Ta hell with yer protocol lubber that'd be me son, and e can't hear a damned word yer sayin' he's all but deaf. Open them bloody gates."
The guards had began to open them but Veran didn't wait for him to completely open them he ran out of the gate as soon as the gate was open enough for him to slip through he did so and ran to his son. He grabbed him up in his arms but then put him down again.
"Give me the katana," he signed to dale. "They won't let you in with it but I can take it."
Dale noticed the familiar swagger of his father before Veran even saw his own. Dale gulped, and stared as the man raced towards him. He had so many emotions swell within him that he didn't know how to react. He had all but killed the idea of finding anybody he had known in the previous life, especially somebody so important to him. As Veran embraced him, he did not embrace back, but stared blankly up at him as he put him back down.
"Dad?" was all that he could mutter as his father prompted him for the sword. He indeed let the sword go, as he fell to his knees, and his palms held his upper body from falling over. Tears burst from his eyes, and he began to cry harder than he had his whole life, even harder than when Tessa had died. He thought he would never have somebody important again, but right before him stood the most important person in his life. Alive. Emotions he couldn't even understand, or had ever felt before, began to overwhelmed him.
Tears flowed down the Pirate's eyes just like his son's. He had given up all hope that he would ever find his son again almost two years ago when he had left the apartment and set out to try and make it. He was besides words, simply holding him was the most amazing thing that had happened since the start of this whole thing and possibly ever. This might even beat the day he had first seen him. He hadn't been able to be there for his sons birth but he had arrived the next day and his whole world had changed. Once again Dale was changing his world. Everything seemed a lot less dark now.
He wrapped his son up in his arms and picked him up along with the sword. He was heavier then when he had last seen him but not as much as he should have been. It was obvious that he had not been eating as well as he should have been but then this was the end of the world and he himself hadn't eaten as well as he should. He didn't understand how his son had survived on his own for so long. With his condition it was amazing. How did you survive out here when you couldn't hear the dead coming for you? He was filled with an intense pride. His son had made it despite all of the adversity that he had surely faced.
They got back to the camp and Veran set the boy down against the wall and sat down in front of him. Dale could read lips so long as he could properly see your face and Sam was a bit rusty with his sign. He hadn't found a reason to use it since he had lost his son.
"I love you son. How did you get here? Are you alone?"
(Dale and Veran have left the thread. Continued here)
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2015 21:24:58 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Remy LaCroix on Feb 27, 2015 13:28:17 GMT -5
*Continued from the Hitting the Road post with Sterling being brought to the medical tent
Remy had been in the agriculture area, looking over a few things with the help of one of the horticulturists there. Not that she had a lot of interest in growing seeds and building farms, but it was interesting to see what they were doing none the less, scientist to scientist. However, she heard the chaos as the stranger with the gunshot wound was wheeled in. They were calling for the doctor and Mia. Andrei was already in the medical tent so his assistance would be welcomed. She excused herself from looking for those fishing poles and went into the tent to see the wounded, bloody man being hauled in. "Let Andrei handle it! He's worked on several gun shot wound victims already."
She stayed back knowing she would only get in the way as the doctors did their thing She saw Logan on the radio speaking to someone about having the man in the medical tent and she wondered where they found him. She had no idea that Logan and his guards from the settlement were the ones that shot him.
"Andrei, do you need me to do anything?"
If he needed towels, she would get them. If he needed supplies, she would get them too. She wasn't a surgical doctor, but she could handle the sight of blood and help patch someone up. Right outside the tent, she saw more movement as the strangers were brought into the camp.
"Where did they come from, Logan?" She started to wonder if going out fishing was a bad idea, especially if there were wayward gunmen out there looking for potential victims.
Post by Damon Morris on Feb 27, 2015 14:19:27 GMT -5
Damon was stood drinking some Coffee when people started entering the camp and downed the last gulp of his mildly warm beverage and ran over to the front of the camp. Whatever was happening somebody was hurt so he ran towards the gate holding it open. He looked around trying to find someone who could say what was going on... only problem being. Bar the old guy and his daughter, he hadn't said a word to anyone.
Dannie and Emre were paraded into the complex like fresh kill. It was humiliating as they were unloaded off the Jeep near a tent that had a medical symbol on top of it. Still, she said nothing to Ellen as she stood there, sore, bleeding and bound up. At least Emre still had his strength. She leaned against one of the tent poles as she felt the warm sun against her bruised and bloody face. It felt good with the cold breeze that washed across her exposed skin.
"We want our cars back here. I want my weapons back. They aren't yours to steal. If we aren't prisoners, we should have the freedom to leave."
Her eyes looked towards the medical tent where she could hear the activity going on. She knew Sterling was in dire straights with that gunshot wound. She wasn't going to leave without him. She thought about the gear in the trunk of the car and even the case of little liquors that she stole from a duty free shop at O'Hare. She knew those could come in handy in any number of circumstances. Although their options had seem to run dry.
"My friend is in there. I'm not leaving or doing anything until I see he's okay. I'll talk when he can talk again."
Sterling had been unconscious almost the entire trip over and for a time he had been completely out. He wasn't seeing images from his past, though his mind was racing, trying to make sense of the sensations that were spilling in without any logical connection to reality. His left hemisphere seemed to have checked out at that point, refusing to experience things chronologically and his right hemisphere had kicked into high gear, making him aptly aware of every sensation he recieved. Had he lost anymore blood he almost certainly would have died, luckily the kindly raiders had seen fit to take him to the med tent and some doctor was hard at work trying to save his life.
When he half woke up he looked over and was floored by what he saw. When he looked at Remy he didn't truly see her as she was. His focus was gone and he mistook her for his wife Adria.
"Am I dead Adria?" He asked reaching his arm out towards Remy.
"Well I must be because I know you are. I watched you die in my arms."
He blacked out again for a second and once again the last moments of his wife's life flashed in front of his face. It was like the wound that was mostly healed had been sliced back open when his side erupted from the gunfire.
"I guess this must be heaven then, cause I always knew you were an angel."
He smiled a thin smile that was barely visible. If this was heaven why was he still in pain. Thus didn't make any sense. You were not supposed to feel pain in heaven, or at least that was what people said.
"I am in heaven right? Surely you made it to heaven and your here. So why do I hurt so badly?"
He blacked out once again and his arm went limp, hanging off of the bed.
Post by Jake Porter on Feb 27, 2015 15:08:12 GMT -5
Jake was out cold for the entire ride to the complex. After he got hit on the head he blacked out and had the worst nightmares. First off he would see everything that happened again, he saw how Sterling and Dannie got shot, but in his nightmare they dragged the bodies to a camp that was filled with walkers and there they would leave them to die.
"No!" Jake opened his eyes, he was sweating and was still shocked by the nightmare. He was inside what seemed like a tent, he saw Dannie and Emre. “What happened, is everyone ok? How is Sterling?” Jake asked with big eyes. Then he felt the pain in his head, must have been from the blow with the gun. He wanted to use his hand to touch the place where he felt the pain, but they where tied up. "Dammit." he softly said.
Dale was almost caught unaware as people poured in from the gates behind them. He only heard the heavy footsteps as they were right upon him, and was almost unable to move out of the way in time to keep from getting trampled. He watched as the conflict ensued between the two groups once within the encampment. Dale had been sneaking around the area long enough to at least be familiar with most of the settlements faces, which is why he was even more surprised that his father was there. One of the few he missed.
He could easily assess the situation before him though. A few people that he knows had never been there, gunshot wounds, and conflict between an obvious divide. A conflict between two groups had occurred. He was surprised he hadn't notice them mobilize the night before, but then again he had been distracted. He watched intently, and tried his best to hear or read the lips of the people involved. Fortunately for him, when people spoke in exaggeration it was much easier to do so. He looked up at Veran and shrugged in an attempt to show confusion.
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2015 15:35:06 GMT -5 by Deleted
Mac took Remy apart when she asked him where they came from, making sure they were away from prying eyes and ears.
"One of the settlers saw one of them last night." Mac answered. "Unfortunately she didn't bother reporting it in until early this morning. So we went after them. Couldn't risk them being a scouting party for your friend Adolphus right?"
Mac looked around to make no one else would hear them. This bit was more important.
"Anyway, we surrounded them and gave them a chance to come peacefully." Mac continued. "They refused to lay down their arms; Ellen shot the guy they just brought in because he was being stupid; he came towards me even though I warned him a sniper was watching them. Then the woman over there shot at me and the QRF, so Ellen shot her too."
Mac spoke without regret. The intruders had only themselves to thank for what had happened. Ellen did the right thing and so did the rest of them. But there was one other issue that needed to be discussed with Remy. Mac leaned further in towards her.
"Listen... that walker you found yesterday with the cut off legs?" Mac said. "We saw the same thing in the Reverend's lair back in Florida. Then the guy we just brought in murmured something about cannibals. We need to get to the bottom of this."
The chaos that erupted around them when the crew came back was substantial. He hadn't managed to see who it was that had been shot but he didn't recognize some of the faces that were milling outside of the med tent and so he guessed some kind of scuffle must have happened. One of the newcomers in particular seemed royally pissed off and was talking about some guy named Sterling. He guessed that he must be the one in the tent getting fixed up by the doc. He hoped the man would live.
He looked to Dale when he made his questioning movement and just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He was just as much in the dark about what had happened as his son was.
"Guess we'll have to come back later to do the checkup. Might as well show you to the showers. I don't think the doc or anyone else will mind much right now."
He motioned for Dale to follow him and started walking towards the shower area, it was semi open and he hoped Dale wouldn't mind that too much. He himself had washed up shortly after arriving but he had yet to wash his clothes. They had offered him some new clothes but he felt naked without his garb. He had been to fairs around here and he remembered an old second hand store that sometimes had garb. Maybe he would head there at some point. He didn't imagine that many people were interested in pirate gear nowadays.
Ellen was getting annoyed with the woman. For someone in her position she sure had a big mouth. 'Want this, want that'. What power in the universe was going to move Ellen to grant this woman's wishes? She was injured with her hands tied behind her back and she still had the audacity to think that she was the one in charge. At least the Arab-guy was more willing to listen to reason. The dumb guy who had tried to attack her dad was also starting to wake up. It appeared he was shocked by the current condition he was in.
"Enough!" Ellen said. "Your friend's in there being operated right now and you're next on the table! Unless you want that arm to go gangreenous and lose it. And that's if you don't bleed out first so I suggest you calm down and start saving your strength! You're still bleeding underneath that bandage and the faster your heartbeat, the faster your blood goes through your body and the quicker you bleed out."
Ellen pointed at the blood-soaked bandage on the woman's shoulder. Ellen was no medic but the army didn't let you graduate as an officer without knowing first-aid in combat.
She then turned towards the Arab-guy. This one seemed more willing to cooperate so Ellen decided to cut him loose. She grabbed the man and turned him around, cutting his binds loose.
"Compresses!" Ellen ordered a guard, to which he threw her a couple of absorbing compresses. Ellen handed them over to the Arab-guy.
"You." Ellen said. "I'm putting you in charge of her. Keep changing her compresses until they can operate her. Think you can do that?"
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