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Post by Derick Creed on Sept 7, 2016 11:02:13 GMT -5
Derick was walking now as he was done checking the area out. He noticed one of the van's that were parked rocking a bit. Then a man he never seen before popping his head out and was looking around. Raising an eyebrow, he walked slowly over tot he rear of the van where he would step out in front of the man before he could get really far with a bag on his back and a belt around his waist. His right hand rested on his side arm Glock 9mm as he looked the guy over a bit. Noticing the wound and how he was walking a bit, Derick was thinking about how to best handle this matter.
"Ok mister, you got a bullet wound. So that means you either deserved it or it was an accident. Since we don't do things on Accident, I'm guessing it's the first choice. Now Also, since your looking around and calling out, your also new here. Before I help treat your wound, is there anything I need to know about health conditions?"
Post by Kyle Lewis on Sept 7, 2016 11:10:42 GMT -5
he turned around towards the vvan as he heard dericks voice "that guy that was with ramona on their run shot me, i offered to share my stash if they took me back here and he shot me i didnt deserve it and it was on purpose" he said as he studied the man, he didnt have a mean look to him, but kyle knew the type of guy he was, as long as you got his back hes got yours, "but its ok i get it, you just cant trust anyone anymore, although i was pretty pissed at first" he moved closer to the man and seen he had his hand on his gun "no need for that i dont even have a gun" he took two bottles of meds out of the bag and threw the bag at dericks feet "here i dont need that just these" he said holding up the bottle and shaking it like a rattle before putting them in his pockets "i need to get this cleaned though, before it gets infected"
Post by Jason Kern on Sept 7, 2016 11:44:21 GMT -5
ten minutes before Buster showing up
Jason watched the little one being held in Julie's arms. Smiling, he slid on his cap as Tegan had left along with Jenna leading that charge to medical. He could only think what kind of hell those two were causing for the poor souls that were treating them. Pulling his Silenced M-4 Tactical Carbine into his hands, he stepped back from Julie and said to her with a soft voice so he didn't wake the baby. "I'll be in the bathroom to get some shut eye Julie. If you need anything just say, and I'll be up faster then a Rhino in heat." Thinking for a moment of that now Disturbing image in his head, he shook his head and lightly laughed as he walked over to the bathroom. Opening the door, he left it open slightly. Stepping into the darkness, he turned on a flashlight. Seeing the tub, he stepped in and slid his butt down until he was comfy. Tilting his hat down, turning off the light and having his M-4 resting on his chest, his eyes began to slowly close. He began to dream about fuzzy animals dancing outside in someone back yard while playing different instruments. One would have thought that he was on drugs or drunk. But, nope. He was sober on both ends, for the time being. That's until someone decided to wake up the Viking.
Currently
Jason slowly stood up and stepped out of the bath tub. Spinning his hat around as he raised up his M-4 and had it aimed at the man's head, but he moved out of view. Julie then began to flip out on the poor soul that made the same guy to back up with a hand behind his back that looked like he was about to draw a gun. But instead, he pulled out a comb and began combing his damn hair. 'Damn Grease monkey's....wait...I'm a Grease monkey and I don't have hair like that....this some bullshit.' He thought to himself. Grunting a bit, his thumb flipped the switch to the safety. He had it flipped to single shot. Buster his name was, moved out of sight, but he looked more alert then before. 'Damn, he heard me.' Jason thought to himself as he held his breath for a bit. As the guy moved again, he slowly exhaled quietly. Stepping towards the door, he peeked around the door frame and saw the guy sitting down in a chair now and was talking to Little Tyler. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped out and stood at the full Six feet inches as he slung his rifle to behind his back. His left hand's fingers were looped through his Trench knife's handle as his right hand rested on the pistol. Walking around the man, he sat in a chair that was right next to Julie and stared at the man who thought of himself as Slick as shit. But the truth was, he was a bit clownish. Jason doesn't say a word as he keeps his hands on his weapons, just staring into the man's eyes. His eyes burned with the promise that if he made the wrong move, that leather jacket wearing man would be gutted and his limbs ripped out of they're joints and clubbing him with them said limbs.
Post by Derick Creed on Sept 7, 2016 13:08:51 GMT -5
Derick stood there listening to the man as he explained a bit of the puzzle, While bleeding on the spot. Looking down at the bag that was tossed over to him. Leaning down and picking it up, he pulled out a pair of black latex gloves and picked up the bag, sling it over his left shoulder. Going over to the man, he got a hold of the man's left arm and slung it over Derick's shoulders. They began walking over towards the medical building as he talked. "You have to figure, we were attacked and our bosses wife was kidnapped. We are recovering from it, but most of us is still shook up by it. It practically was a war going on. As we were commencing the rescue operation, Our Leader Tegan, she was shot down out of the sky while she flew her Helicopter. I rushed in there with my Dodge and grabbed her and what was left of the crew in the chopper. Two died from the crash, two survived. I've just joined this group a few weeks ago myself. But they do need to know what all Is Wrong with you. Hence Why I'm wearing these gloves here. Being part of the Army Corp of Engineers and finding out a few members of my division has either HIV or some other contaminated blood of some sort. I'm Lieutenant Derick Creed." Reaching over, he grabbed his radio off his hip and hit the button.
"I have an injured person coming up to the medical center. If I could have some medic's come meet me on the ground floor, I'd greatly appreciate the help." They were starting to reach the building and going up the slight incline. Going through the front doors, he walked Kyle over to a set of chairs and sat him down. Putting the bag down, Derick took out a red rag and tied it above the wound on Kyle's leg. Looking around, he would stand there waiting for the medic's to show up.
Post by Kyle Lewis on Sept 7, 2016 13:25:13 GMT -5
"ohh yea sorry i tend to ramble on a bit, not good at getting to the point but" he hesitated a bit as they got to the incline of the street, he could feel the pain now more than ever, before he was to worried about lawrence killing him to notice it, but now, the pain had grown and his leg was throbbing, then as they turned towards the building he says "yea im hiv positive" as he was moving towards the chair he thought of a question "how many of you are the..." he paused for a second he knew what he would think if kyle asked the question, he would have thought the same thing, but again he ignores all of his gut telling him to just shut the hell up
"there," he finished the question, he just wanted to know if they were struggling with people, if they were going to take him in, or if theyre were to much people and they didnt need him, "just wondering cause to be honest, i think yo-" he thought about his encounter with lawrence "most of you are probably good people just trying to survive, and this is your home i get it, if you want me to leave i will leave, but i really want to stay" he said reaching in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes but remembered they were in his pt cruiser back by the pharmacy with his food and some of his weapons, the rest of the food and weapons were buried at his camp he had set up while he was scavenging from the town
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Sept 7, 2016 13:46:05 GMT -5
"Hey boss, she's saying I'm on Light duty. What do you say about that? Do we scouts ever get put on light duty?" Tegan heard someone say to her as she was leaving; looking over (she hadn't left the Medical Center yet), she saw it was Jenna talking and smiled. "Right now, I don't think we have any choice; too many people banged up...including me," holding up her shillelagh as evidence of that.
Remembering what Jenna had said earlier as the compression sleeve was being placed over her right thigh (.... "Hey Tegan, if you show that to Julie she may drool over your toned leg and might want to have some Alone time with you. If so, I'll watch little Tyler for the two hours you two need hahahaha." were Jenna's exact words) Tegan smiled; she definitely wanted some alone time with Julie while they were still on the Island. Walking out of the Medical Center, Tegan waited for Jenna to slide her left arm around her and they began walking together - first down the hallway to the main staircase, then up the staircase. Hitting the last step, Jenna added, "Yay, we conquered the mountain. Now off to the guest part...here we go boss."
"Yay!" Tegan excitedly said; it was just good to not have that infernal cast on her leg; looking around, she pointed off down towards where Julie's room was and said, "That way, Jenna, A ligean ar dul," Tegan added in Gaelic Irish, thinking, I'm one step closer to being my old healthy self....
Julie sa here, eyeing he man wondering wha he hell was taking Tegan so long. She didn't like the way that this guy kept looking at her, like she was stark naked and he was just enjoying the view. She didn't much care for the way he kept trying to talk to Tyler either. All around she just got bad vibes from him. Julie had an eye for such things. When she was just a teen, her brother Lane a notorious con man would often give her assignments, lessons on how to spot a lie, how to tell a convincing lie. How to pick up on subtle cues and tells, Subconsiously now days Julie always watched for them. It was just something she did outta habbit. She wasn't sure what he was lying about but Buster was hiding something. And being here with him made her uncomfortable. As she shifted Tyler in her lap and hugged him a little closer to herself. Then Kern stepped out of the bathroom and sat down beside her in a chair. Julie was so focused on Buster she had sorta forgotten Kern was in the bathroom. It made her a little easier, a little more relaxed knowing she wasn't alone with this man unarmed with a baby. But Buster reacted strangly to Kern's appearance. He acted like he knew he was there the whole time.
=========== Buster ==============
Buster looked at Kern unsurprised. His face said "you finally decided to show yourself?" He wasn't worried. Buster sat back down in his chair. Even though he was unarmed and this man looked like king- fuckin- kong, Buster was cool as a summer breeze. Buster had danced to this tune before, a few moments ago with the other big motherfucker outside. He was a lot of tough talk and no show. Buster had them pegged. This guy wasn't going to do dick diddly. As long as Buster played it cool and if there was one thing Buster did was play it cool. These..... were good people. Not Buster's usual crowd, but they were good people none the less. Buster could see all the pieces of the puzzle falling together. The way that Jenna chick told him her whole life story, the way the big buff guy ( David ) only threatened and didn't do a thing about it, even when Buster shut the door in his face (Though Buster didn't know about the vikinig inside ) Hell even the baby was proof of it. Only good people give a shit about babies now days..... No one in Clayton's crew would have kept a baby, much less been worried about some guy cussing around it. No these people were trying to raise the little one with morals, and morals aren't great survival skill... But still..... They gotta appear tough. Buster got that and he even played a long to a certain degree, but he wasn't going to let anyone walk all over him. Buster turned to the great viking.
Buster: You looked pissed big guy. What someone climb up your beanstalk and steal your goose? * Buster didn't smile. He wasn't about to be intemidated by muslce or dirty looks. These guys were soft.* Relax, i'm only kidding. You guys really need to lighten up. You got it good here. You know what it's like out there on your own?
Buster was getting a little tired of the song and dance. How the fuck did a simpleminded mother fucker like Buck get a pass to join and someone with skills, USEFUL FUCKING SKILLS was getting the run around? Buster turned to the door. He thought the last time it opened it was Tegan, turned out it was just this guy coming out of the bathroom. Buster smiled as he waited. Buster's mind working interally, wondering if this place was worth the hassle or if he should just bail on it. After all..... If he bailed, he always had his concilation prize..... He'd get a chance to put Buck in the dirt. Buster always hated that stupid little fuck.
Last Edit: Sept 7, 2016 15:31:58 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Jenna Jones on Sept 7, 2016 15:33:10 GMT -5
Walking towards the door, Jenna began to whistle a tune from a band she heard a few times now. When she remembered the lyrics, she began to sing Starset My Demons. With her singing came her wanting to move even more, much like that of a Dancer wanting to shake them hips. But she kept herself under wraps as she just simply swayed her hips back and forth to the rhythm of the song. Upon reaching the door, she handed Tegan's walking beating stick to her. Opening the door, she smiled as she wrapped her arm around Tegan again and helped her inside to see and being confronted by Buster. Confused a bit as they walked in. Looking at Tegan, Jason and Julie then back to Buster. "I do believe you were the one who asked about joining. We just brought you back to meet our fearless leader Tamara Archer-Lyell, also known as Tegan. That Gentle Giant with the stare of Death is Jason Kern. I see....by Julie's Expression you've met Julie, Tegan's wife. Sooo...yeeeaaah."
Quickly moving Tegan to the bed, she helped her down so she was sitting with Julie on the bed. Reaching over to Julie, she took baby Tyler into her arms. Gently holding the little one, she went to find a comfy chair of her own, and the only one she could find was in Sarah Sharpe's office in the other room. Stepping out of them room, she was giving Julie, Tegan, and Jason the room so they could go ballistic if needed without worrying about waking Baby Tyler. Holding him close to her chest, she put her jacket over the two of them and began to gently rock back and forth, waiting to hear the fire works about to go off.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Sept 7, 2016 16:10:04 GMT -5
Making it back up to where Julie was staying, Tegan stepped inside, only to be struck by an interesting and somewhat disconcerting image: Julie and their newborn son Tyler still in bed, Jason Kern looking as though he was about to charge through someone into Valhalla and someone who she didn't know standing perilously close to Julie and Tyler as Jenna introduced her to everyone... "I do believe you were the one who asked about joining. We just brought you back to meet our fearless leader Tamara Archer-Lyell, also known as Tegan. That Gentle Giant with the stare of Death is Jason Kern. I see....by Julie's Expression you've met Julie, Tegan's wife. Sooo...yeeeaaah."
Looking around at everyone, Tegan sat down next to Julie and Tyler and pointed to the newcomer, who looked as though he'd just stepped out of a rehearsal for some post-apocalyptic remake of American Graffiti. "That is me, our fearless leader, Tamara Archer-Lyell, or as everyone here calls me, Tegan. You've met everyone else here but I don't know who you are, so you got one minute to tell me who you are and what you're doing up here. I don't hear a satisfactory answer, I'm going to have the Viking back there," pointing towards Jason, "escort you out of the building and use your head to open the front door," speaking without a trace of deadpan whatsoever. "So," looking at a nearby clock," you've got one minute.....starting now."
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Sept 7, 2016 16:47:49 GMT -5
Buster looked over to Kern when she pointed at him takling about him escorting him out forcefully. He smirked and wondered to himself if the gaurd dog was always kept on a short leesh and if he went pee pee outside like a good boy. Buster looked back to Tegan, the reason he was fuckin here in the first place. He was finally in a face to face with the lady in charge, and judging from the overall mood of things he wasn't going to get a chance to charm and smoose. He was being timed? What kind of shit was this? He grabbed his jacket and gave it a few tugs so it sat more comfortably on his shoulders, it was something he seemed to do a lot, but Buster was about keeping up appearances. He looked at Tegan. His smirk was gone. He was dead serious now. He was going to tell her a line of bullshit about how he's been on his own for months. How he's been barely making it and he's just looking a bit of kindness, boo who fuckin boo who. Buster didn't do that. Buster was tired, a little annoyed and outright done playing games. He was going to tell them all exactly who he was and he didn't care if they were good people or not. If they didn't want him to stay fine. He'd take his shit and leave he was about done with the bullshit jumping through hoops and getting eyeballed by everyone anyways.... Is that how everyone who joins this group feels? For a moment. And only a moment Buster thought about Buck and how badly he wanted to slit the little fucks throat, but that was a problem for another day. For now Buster's only problem was the looks everyone was giving him. He had the floor though, so he intended to use his time.
Buster: The last group i was in was ran by a guy named Clayton, bunch of degenerates and scumbags. Do anything kinda people to claw ahead in the rat race ya know? Lie. Steal. Kill. Kidnap. You name it, we did it. And we hurt people. Men, women.... Don't matter. Only thing that ever mattered was surviving. Taking care of yours. We'd kidnap people and ransom them back to their group. Stupid folk and their sentimentalities got them to pony up half their supplies in exchange for the safe return of a mother, a brother, sister who gives a shit. Point is everyone from my old crew is dead... Frankie, Clayton everyone who ran those assholes is gone. Did i agree with everything they did? No, but i stayed in the group, because they was good at putting food in my belly and keeping me alive. I am telling you this because you look like you folks are a bunch of good people..... Good people get killed. It helps to have a few people willing to do a few bad things around, i'm not a good guy........ i'm not even a bad, guy. I'm just a guy who knows what it takes to survive at all costs... you guys got anyone like that right now? Because your girls Jenna and Dana brought me back here. A complete fuckin stranger who could be anybody.... you guys are the type of people who have babies and wives.... thinking shit can be normal again..... i'm the type of person who will stab you in the throat with the first thing i grab so me and MY people can live. i got no loyalties to Clayton's corpse.... Guy was a prick and ran a crew of pricks..... And a few guys..... who just was doing what they had to, to survive.
Buster was sure this was going to end one of two ways.... Bloody or very Bloody. He noticed the big motherfucker was getting progressivly more angry as he spoke, but fuckem Buster has danced toe to toe with bigger and uglier and he was still breathing. Buster was without his weapons, but weapons were everywhere if you were creative. His eyes bounced around the room seeing the reactions, the first one he landed on was the bedridden woman... Her jaw was just hanging open..... Speechless? Well, that isn't a great sign.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Sept 7, 2016 21:30:27 GMT -5
Listening to Buster's story confirmed many of the quick suspicions that Tegan had towards him....on the other hand, he has no group to run with, she mused; for several minutes, she sat back in her chair, shillelagh across her lap, actually debating whether to let him join the Scouts or not. Tick, tock, tick, tock...time's a-wastin', she thought, leaning forward in her chair a moment before getting up and walking - albeit with help from her shillelagh - over to Buster, looking him right in the eye.
"Buster...Buster, Buster, Buster," Tegan began, looking at him, "so you were a member of the group that held Julie captive," pointing towards her wife for a second. "Under most circumstances, I'd tell you to get stuffed and have Kern do to you what I suggested earlier....on the other hand, I'm also willing to cut people the occasional chance," holding up her free hand to silence any possible objections.
"Now, you got one thing right there: we are a group of normal people....if your idea of normal consists of traveling cross-country trying to survive in an evil world," Tegan said, still looking at Buster in the eye, "but we Scouts stick together, through the worst and the best of times...and I'm not above giving someone a chance, even if its' turns around and bites me square in my Irish ass. So I tell you what I'm gonna' do," pointing right at Kern, who was standing behind Buster.
"You're gonna' work with Jason Kern there for the next two days," Tegan said. "You will do everything he asks by the numbers and on the bounce, just like if you were already one of us. Two days....at the end of those two days, if you've done everything he's asked, you'll get to join us. Anytime during those two days, you so much as give him even a sideways look and he can toss you off this Island and I won't object....but, if you do everything he asks and I don't hear about any problems in that time, you're in. Now, I might come to regret it....but that's the offer, take it or leave it. You take it, your time starts now....you leave it, you leave the Island right now. Your choice," Tegan said, sitting back down in her chair. "Well, Buster, what's your answer? We're waiting."
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Sept 7, 2016 21:57:55 GMT -5
Shit. Buster didn't mind getting mouthy with the walking tree because he thought he didn't have a say in what happened. Now Buster's fate rested in his hands. Buster was screaming his head off mentally. The whirlwind of prophanities in his head astonished even him. Outwardly he was cool and calm and even smiled. He looked over to Kern who was still looking like he wanted to put his head on a tee and kick a god dam field goal with it. But still. Working with this asshole can't be all bad right? I mean, in close proximity maybe things get a little .... intense, but Buster's plan was to stay out to the way, keep his head down and for the love of fucking god try to keep his mouth shut. Buster loved to push the limits. To see what he was able to get away with within the confines of his environment. Right now he couldn't even scratch his ass without permission this was going to fucking suck. But if he got through it he would get to be..... What exactly? What the fuck is a scout? That sounds kinda gay. Buster thought. But Buster supposed that it was better than sleeping in a shoe store and waiting for the dead to wander off so you could go look for food on your own. Buster looked back to Tegan.
Buster: Yeah. I can do that. I suppose. i noticed yous guys have another one from my group. Buck Daniels.... He ran with us boys too... Though Buck is a stupid son of a bitch who doesn't know his ass from a cesar salad.
Julie: Buck saved my life. He is one of us. *Julie eyed Buster closely * He isn't a bad person..... You i'm not so sure of. My wife wants to give you a chance to prove you're not just a piece of shit. I hope for everyone's sake she's right. But, one thing i want to get clear right now. I don't want you around me, or my family... Tegan is off limits to you. You need to ask her a question borrow a radio is that clear?
Buster: Yeah yea, that sounds fair i guess.... * Buster turned back towards Kern* I guess i'm with you then chiefe. What's is it you want me to do exactly?
Buster was sure this was going to suck. He just hoped that tall dark and ugly was the forgiving type. Buster was stood there just wondering what he would possibly be doing. Julie looked around to see if things were finally concluding. It seemed that they were. She wanted to get some rest.
( Julie Archer- Lyell and Tyler Archer-Lyell have left the thread and returned to the Bedrest and motherhood thread )
Jason sat there, staring and not saying a single word. His right index finger began to tap the slide of the handgun as he listened to Tegan talk. When she gotten up from her chair, he stood up as well and walked around to behind Buster. His hands stayed on his weapons as he leaned on the wall behind him and just waited for Tegan to finish her decision and to give hi his next orders which fell through her mouth. He was to be this runt's Overseer for his two day probation period. His green brown eyes looked over towards Tegan nodding his head. The thought of putting this guy on a full day of Laundry duty was VERY tempting and have everyone try and soil themselves as best as they could to make the experience just as bad as it could for him. But he wasn't going to do such a thing. Jason was known to be fair and giving people a chance...when they deserve it. "Ok Tigress, I'll have him under my wing for the next two days. And it starts now? Mkay...Buster was it? Get your ass and things ready and meet me on the other side of the island. You and my squad are gonna take a trip to looking for some supplies for Little Tyler here."
Looking over at Tegan, he saluted her and then stepped out of the room to make his way to where his OH-58 sat, on the other side of the island like he said. Jenna walked out of the office with baby Tyler in hand. Walking over to Julie, she sat the now hungry baby in her arms. Her blue eyes looked at Buster and said to him. "Your gun and weapons are at the front desk on the ground floor. I had the person behind the desk remember your Name Buster. So go down to them before heading out and say I'm Buster. She will give you back your gear. And thanks for keeping me warm earlier with your Leather Jacket...it felt nice. But knowing Jason, your going to be needing that thing more then ever. Good luck on your supply with him. And whatever yo do, hold on to whatever you can." She said to him and winked.
Post by Derick Creed on Sept 8, 2016 9:04:11 GMT -5
Derick leaned against a wall and looked at the man as he talked that he was HIV Positive. Then he proceeded to ask about how many of them were in the group and about joining. Smiling a bit when the guy presumed that the island was they're home. Shaking his head, he raised a hand to stop him right there before he could continue. "First off, this isn't our home. The group here before us is letting us stay before heading on out again. Second off, there's now about 50 or so members of our group, maybe less now because of the attack by a group we encountered a few weeks ago. And Third...I don't call the shots, that would be our bosses call. Before you ask, I don't know where she is. I can radio her and see, but your not seeing anyone else until that leg gets treated. Her wife just gave birth, so you should understand my concerns first."
When he finished, two medics came walking up to them and he began to explain that this man had HIV. Nodding they're heads, they put on some gloves and carried him up the stair case into a room where the man was to be treated. Ripping his gloves off, he tossed them in a Bio hazard bag. Grabbing his radio again, he keyed in the mic. "Tegan Tegan, this is Derick. We have a man going to the new medical treating room who wants to talk to you about joining the group. It would seem we are popular this time of year huh? What would you want me to do, over?"
(Derick leaves thread smoking a Cigar)
Last Edit: Sept 11, 2016 8:49:27 GMT -5 by Derick Creed
Post by Kyle Lewis on Sept 8, 2016 11:45:25 GMT -5
"understood, names kyle by the way" he said as one of the guys helped him stand, putting his arm over their shoulders they began helping kyle upstairs, they came into a hallway with four doors and a window at the end of it, they turned into a room where there was a chair in the middle of it and a stool in the corner of the room under the desk, on the desk was the bandages and rubbing alcohol, one of the medics sat him down while the other grabbed a tray with scissors, a sewing needle tweezers and line used for stitches, "your lucky it only went through the muscle missed the bone" the medic said as he looked at kyles leg
Post by Elza Oxton on Sept 8, 2016 13:28:27 GMT -5
Elza quietly walked down the hallways of the medical area of the place they arrived at, Belle Isle she remembered it being called somewhere, and continued to explore. She knew she stood out with her mostly red and white racing firesuit with slight black and gold accents on it, but she didn't care. She kept her handgun holstered on a right thigh holster, seeing no need to use it right now. She wondered how Zoey and Thomas were doing, knowing the two were fairly close. Regardless, after a bit of exploring, she made her way outside, in the shade, and just stared out to river with a sigh of loneliness before her gaze absentmindedly zoned out over the surface of the water towards the land where the Motor City is.
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2016 19:47:17 GMT -5 by Elza Oxton
Melody sat outside with Preacher by the helicopter. She was watching him work on fine tuning things and getting it ready for flight. Leaning in a bit more interseted in what he was doing, she tried her best to see. She wasn't the biggest fan of flying, but she didn't exactly have a fear of heights. She just perfered her feet on the ground, yet still she had asked to join the team. And with her mom and her dad now gone she had to find her place in this world alone. She couldn't blame them for what they did to her dad, he was out of control and even killed someone, but her heart still silently wept for him. He wasn't a bad guy he just wasn't in his right mind. We lost our police stations and hospitials. There was no locking up dangerous people anymore they were just delt with., you couldn't check them in to a facility aimed at mental wellness they were just delt with . You couldn't pop into the local pharmacy and pick up some mood stabliziers you were just delt with. Melody understood the reasoning, it didn't make it any less painful. She had watched as Brandon, as she come to learn his name; finished buring her father and she said a few words over his grave. Words that were between her and her father. He was a good man at one point. The stress of keeping Melody alive, and the worry that she would end up just another sad memory to him that he couldn't remember made him snap. She had quietly said goodbye to Brandon and thanked him again for being seemingly the only person who cared enough about her father to bury him. Though she knew he didn't care, it was still very nice of him to think about her. No one eles had. Now standing by the helicopter she looked over from watching preacher to see Jason Kern coming up with another man, one she didn't recognize.
Melody to Preacher: Are we heading out ?
Preacher to Melody: Yep, she's ready for flight Baby Bird.
Melody rubbed her arm a bit and watched as Kern got closer. And it was strange, but she didn't harbor any resentment towards Kern for killing her dad. I mean she wished he coulda found a more peaceful solution, but she didn't hate him or even blame him for her dad's death.... She blamed her dad's death on her dad and her dad alone. She knew that he was becoming more and more of a problem for the group, only now, she felt more than ever like dead weight to the group. She stood there with her dad's sniper riffle over her shoulder and his long range radio on her hip. She took over possesion of his gear and she was going to follow in his footsteps. He was dead now, but she could still make him proud. She was going to learn to shoot, to be a support sniper for her team. Only her team rode in a helicopter which ment she'd have to lean out to snipe, that part actually did make her a little afraid of heights. Whatever it takes. She thought to herself. She curled her lip and blew upwards blowing some bangs out of her face and crinkled her nose like a little rabbit. It was a nervous habbit of hers to crinkle her nose and back in highschool she had gotten the nickname "rabbit" for her constant nose crinkling. Now she was code named Baby Bird and she couldn't decide which sounded more lame. As Kern and the other man stepped up she offered them both a shy smile.
Melody: Mr. Kern? We're ready to head out when you are.
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Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Sept 8, 2016 14:48:29 GMT -5
Buster stepped outside with Adnre the Giant after getting his belongings back from the front desk and started heading over to a helicopter. He still couldn't believe what just happened. He was joining up with them on probationary terms even after he was informed the last person his group took was the leader's wife. God it really is a good thing for these people i'm here he thought. If they're that forgiving they ain't gonna make it long in this world without a little bit of willingness to be ruthless when need be. Still he was happy for the oppurtunity. He walked over and saw a young girl standing beside the helicopter. She looked like she was 16 or something. Jesus, how young do the scouts get? Was she a scout? Buster looked at Melody and then back to Kern.
Buster: Who's the pipsqueak? I'm not changing no diappers pal...... * Buster looked back to Melody and then it clicked in his head that she was to be one of his new team mates* Aw you gotta be shitting me. i'm going out there with the Micky Mouse Club watchin my ass?
Melody did something that shocked even her. She pulled on of the silenced pistols that hung from her shoulder harness and stuck it under Buster's chin. Buster shut right the hell up quick. He put his hands in the air and thought. Dam, even Hannah Montanna wants to see what color my brains are on the floor.
Melody: The Micky Mouse Club isn't in the mood for your fucking mouth.
Buster: Woa kid! Easy, i was only foolin. Ok? I take it back. Looks like you can handle your shit. Just know one thing. I can be a bit of a dickhead, but you get used to me. * Looking back at Kern* So, we're taking this fucking beast eh? Well what the fuck is we waiting for? Let's go!
Post by Elza Oxton on Sept 9, 2016 17:09:23 GMT -5
Elza's attention piqued from the land back inside of the complex when she heard something regarding a run out into the mainland, and if someone wanted to go to meet them at a particular vehicle. Well, that made it easy. She was already outside, she could just walk out to the parking lot, which she did. If anything, she knew her suit was going to be needing replacing until it can be fixed, looking over at the parts missing from the suit as a result of her crash; thankfully, the majority of the suit survived, especially the lower part, but the top half had some burn marks and several strips of material missing, exposing some of her skin on the underside, not much if she could just tape it up. Regardless, new clothes were a thing, and she really needed to get out and explore. Who knows, maybe she can make some new friends. With such determination ahead of her, she walked out towards the parking lot...
Taylor eventually awoke. David hadn’t returned to his room yet so she was still alone in his quarters. She sighed, still feeling tired. But a small grin tugged at her lips when she remembered the smiling faces earlier, the healthy babe, the mother who had survived. Yes…..it was a good day. But as she lay there her hazel eyes drifted over to David’s bed….a ghost from her past. Someone who had taken care of her years ago when she hadn’t even known it. It was bizzare….to run into anyone you knew ‘before’…..Like seeing a school teacher outside of school.
He was still huge….but she couldn’t help but think of the guy like a big teddy bear. Maybe not to people who would oppose him….but to his friends? Sure. He had brought back a lot of memories…..many of which were of her mother, and those hurt. She could still remember their last years together…how frail she became….full of life despite her weakened body. It was memories like that that could make a girl feel lonely….feel the need to be around someone…anyone, just to drive home the fact that she wasn’t alone in the world. Perhaps if David had been around she could have joked with him, made herself feel better. But given that he was gone she was going to have to figure out something…..she wasn’t about to sit here and be a pitiful little thing.
She rolled her eyes at her own humanity and stood, she straightened her clothing and attempted to run her fingers through her thick hair…but it was no use. It was just going to have to stay a tangled mess, at least half was shaved or she’d have a damn lions mane. She grabbed her gun and put it back into its holster before heading out into the hall.
She didn’t see many people around…..Must all be off busy doing this or that. Eventually she just gave up and sat with her legs crossed against one of the walls outside. Smoking her cigarettes and thinking that soon she would need to go looking for another pack….she wasn’t about to run out….now THAT would be a bad day. She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes rolling up to the steadily darkening sky.
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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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