Post by Marcus Wayne Robertson on Oct 5, 2016 13:47:49 GMT -5
Standing in front of the newly arrived people, Marcus waited on a response to his speech and grew curious as to if any of them had questions regarding the community. When one of them spoke up and bluntly assumed they`ve had it easy, the other guy who knew him well tried to calm the situation down with a follow up question regarding water. Taken back slightly by the comment, Marcus sought to respond in a more diplomatic way when suddenly Serena took the opportunity to step in and interrupt. Watching her as she approached the skeptic man, he found her answer to be a bit way over the top. Still he allowed it to be said and when she came over and hinted that could take over for him, Marcus kindly nodded and stepped aside.
Just then they could all hear and see a woman come running at them in the distance, with guards following her right in the heels. It was Joey, and it appeared she had woken up from her sedated sleep and that she now was trying to escape the place. How and why Marcus didn`t quite understand, but thought it bad it had come to this. Walking up to her, he sought to stop the madness by talking some sense into her, though was only met with a cold stare and an aggressive tone, as she accused him of being a liar in front of everyone. He knew it would not make up a good first impression for those that had just arrived, but it was what was.
Stunned and unable to utter a word, he watched Joey run off further and when he managed to gather his senses, he took the chance to try and catch up to her before the guards could. Seeing that she was lost trying to find an exit, he trapped her in an enclosed area. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he looked her deep in the eyes and said. “Stop, stop it! Why are you doing this? We were only trying to help you, you were bleeding heavily. Don`t you understand?! Hadn`t I taken you to the infirmary who knows what had happened, we…I just wanted to help.”
Once they both slightly calmed down, he slid his hands down her arms and grabbed her hands kindly. “What did you do? There was no need for this?” He spoke with a humble voice, trying to make sense of it all. When he heard the guards shout in the distance he knew they had little time to act, and with that, he sighed heavy before finally making up a decision. “You must go, come this way.” Taking her hand, he guided her to the nearest exit, removed some things that barricaded the door and opened it.
“Go, if I let you stay now they will question my decision. I`ll stall them, go!” He expressed, but then remembered something. “Oh! And here…” Walking over to a square pile of water bottles nearby, he took one out and handed it to her. “Didn`t think I had forgotten did you?” He smiled, yet disliked the thought of her leaving. “May we meet again someday.”
Meanwhile outside the stadium…
“Suspicious activity in sight, two o`clock, vehicle approaching fast, permission to fire?” A sniper on top of the wall reported back over the radio, having scouted a vehicle on the road not far from them. “Roger that, permission granted.” Central permitted and awaited results.
Taking good time with the shot, the sharpshooter aimed for its tires and fired when he thought ready. With a steady aim, he hit right on target and the vehicle came to a sudden screeching halt, shortly followed by some individuals stepping out onto the street. From distance one could hear the echo of the displeased man, but the guards made sure to do quick work about it. “Hands over your head, get down on your knees!” One of the approaching guards called out, surrounding the man and the girl on all sides.
As that happened on one side of the stadium, the guards on the other failed at first to notice the woman approaching the barricade. When someone on the ground finally did, he approached with caution, rife high, demanding. “Halt, hands up! Who are you, what you intend?” For all he knew it could be linked to what was happening on the other side, which he had overheard on the radio.
Just then they could all hear and see a woman come running at them in the distance, with guards following her right in the heels. It was Joey, and it appeared she had woken up from her sedated sleep and that she now was trying to escape the place. How and why Marcus didn`t quite understand, but thought it bad it had come to this. Walking up to her, he sought to stop the madness by talking some sense into her, though was only met with a cold stare and an aggressive tone, as she accused him of being a liar in front of everyone. He knew it would not make up a good first impression for those that had just arrived, but it was what was.
Stunned and unable to utter a word, he watched Joey run off further and when he managed to gather his senses, he took the chance to try and catch up to her before the guards could. Seeing that she was lost trying to find an exit, he trapped her in an enclosed area. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he looked her deep in the eyes and said. “Stop, stop it! Why are you doing this? We were only trying to help you, you were bleeding heavily. Don`t you understand?! Hadn`t I taken you to the infirmary who knows what had happened, we…I just wanted to help.”
Once they both slightly calmed down, he slid his hands down her arms and grabbed her hands kindly. “What did you do? There was no need for this?” He spoke with a humble voice, trying to make sense of it all. When he heard the guards shout in the distance he knew they had little time to act, and with that, he sighed heavy before finally making up a decision. “You must go, come this way.” Taking her hand, he guided her to the nearest exit, removed some things that barricaded the door and opened it.
“Go, if I let you stay now they will question my decision. I`ll stall them, go!” He expressed, but then remembered something. “Oh! And here…” Walking over to a square pile of water bottles nearby, he took one out and handed it to her. “Didn`t think I had forgotten did you?” He smiled, yet disliked the thought of her leaving. “May we meet again someday.”
Meanwhile outside the stadium…
“Suspicious activity in sight, two o`clock, vehicle approaching fast, permission to fire?” A sniper on top of the wall reported back over the radio, having scouted a vehicle on the road not far from them. “Roger that, permission granted.” Central permitted and awaited results.
Taking good time with the shot, the sharpshooter aimed for its tires and fired when he thought ready. With a steady aim, he hit right on target and the vehicle came to a sudden screeching halt, shortly followed by some individuals stepping out onto the street. From distance one could hear the echo of the displeased man, but the guards made sure to do quick work about it. “Hands over your head, get down on your knees!” One of the approaching guards called out, surrounding the man and the girl on all sides.
As that happened on one side of the stadium, the guards on the other failed at first to notice the woman approaching the barricade. When someone on the ground finally did, he approached with caution, rife high, demanding. “Halt, hands up! Who are you, what you intend?” For all he knew it could be linked to what was happening on the other side, which he had overheard on the radio.