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Post by Stephanie Harrington on Oct 21, 2016 0:56:06 GMT -5
McKenna Ranch, Wyoming - just east of the Wyoming National State Park
She didn't know how long she'd slept or how long she'd been unconscious, but as Stephanie slowly woke up, she knew two things: (1) she was alive and out of what she had to assume was a steadily burning inferno back in the park and (2) she wasn't in the clutches of Mother any longer. As she slowly sat up in the bed - a very expensive, though Western-inspired, by the looks of it - Stephanie looked around and wondered where she was. The bedroom she was in appeared to be the largest she'd ever slept in; looking down at herself, she noticed her clothes were laying across a nearby chair...indeed, looking down at herself, Stephanie saw she was wearing what looked like an oversized nightshirt. How nice of them, she mused, as she swung her lanky frame around so that her legs hung off the bed.
Sitting on the side of the bed, Stephanie thought about the past few weeks - everything from her frantic escape from South Carolina and the Wasteland to getting hooked up with Mother and her cult of crazies to now, sitting in a bedroom in what looked like the largest property she'd ever been at. Nice place, she thought, getting up from the bed and walking over to the bedroom window. Parting the curtains aside, Stephanie looked out at the vast Wyoming wilderness and couldn't help but think about Rhode, thinking to herself, Where are you, Rhode? Where are you....
"Any word from any of the towers?" Henry asked the ranch hands watching things off to the west. It felt both good and odd to be back at his ranch east of the now-burning hot Wyoming National State Park: good in that it was his oasis in the world, a place of solitude and peace in a vicious world....odd in that, though it was full of people (basically him, his ranch hands and their mystery person upstairs) it was empty to him since he still had no clue where his wife Ali was.
"No word, boss," one of the ranch-hands called out, adding, "and with the way those smoke clouds keep rising and swirling around, I doubt the towers made it or anything else inside either survived," pausing to turn back around and watch the continuing pyres of smoke rising off in the distance.
"Well, keep trying," Henry said, wiping the sweat off his brow with his shirt-sleeve before putting his Stetson back on his head, "all frequencies, but make sure you charge them up before you climb down, okay? So the next person can use them overnight, alright?" Walking back towards the ranch, Henry stepped back inside and headed upstairs, anxious to see if their mystery guest was awake and if she knew anything about what was going on...
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Oct 22, 2016 15:37:44 GMT -5
Continuing to look out the upstairs bedroom window at the smoke clouds in the distance, Stephanie thought about everything that'd happened in her life the past three years, shaking her head in disgust at ending up in the middle of nowhere - and from her perspective, it looked like nowhere - feeling as though for the first time in her life, she was truly alone....
Knock, knock! Shaken from her morose reverie, Stephanie jerked her head over towards the bedroom door as someone - she didn't know who quite yet - knocked on the door once more. "Excuse me, are you decent yet?" the person on the other side of the door called out.
"Give me a minute," Stephanie replied, rushing to get dressed. "Who are you?" she asked as she started getting dressed.
"Henry McKenna," the person said. "Take your time, ma'am, I'll be downstairs," he added. Listening as he walked away, Stephanie let out a sigh of relief and started dressing again - dark grey jeans, beige/brown button knit shirt with grey undershirt, brown leather jacket and mid-calf boots - all the while wondering what she was doing here on some guy's ranch in the middle of nowhere...and thinking in the same breath, Where the hell are you, Rhode?
Before Henry could take a few steps away from the door, his radio chirped and he heard someone saying they could see dust clouds coming down the road towards ranch; scrambling upstairs, he took one look at the dust cloud and figured it was someone from the park. Who could it be? he thought as he watched whoever it was getting closer to the ranch.
After a couple minutes, Henry lost sight of whoever it was as they went behind a slight rise; setting the binoculars down on the table, Henry began walking out of the rooftop perch and headed back in, walking downstairs to the ground floor. Picking up his lever-action, he made sure it was both loaded and ready to go; once satisfied there, he checked his revolver and made sure it was ready to go as well.
Suddenly, he heard the sounds of a dirt bike outside revving up, then shutting off all of a sudden. I know who that is, Henry thought, reaching the door just as someone started banging on the door; rushing over, he opened the door and saw one of the park inhabitants standing outside. "Chance, come on in," Henry said, motioning the younger man inside and wondering just who else had made it out of the park.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Oct 26, 2016 0:17:31 GMT -5
Lacing up her boots, Stephanie heard what sounded like a commotion (or something, to her) downstairs; picking up her pistol, she made sure that it was both loaded and that there was a round in the chamber before flipping the safety on and holstering the weapon. Wonder what's going on downstairs? she thought as she stepped out of the bedroom and walked downstairs.
Walking downstairs, she could feel her stomach growling, a sign she hadn't eaten much of anything the past few days, and decided to walk around, looking for the kitchen having caught the scent of coffee being brewed....before she got there, she heard Henry saying hello to someone and froze, both wondering who it was and hoping that whoever it was didn't recognize her from the park.
Post by Rhode "D.va" Christensen on Nov 28, 2016 6:09:22 GMT -5
It took hours, almost a day, before the sound of hot leather met the firm gravel and dirt of the road just outside what could be seen as several houses grouped together, fenced in atop a green pasteurized field that contrasted the yellow fields around it. The wheels stopped with a brief skid, shooting up a small cloud of dirt and dust that drifted easily into the air before the sound of a sliding door was heard. A pair of brown leather-booted feet hopped out of the vehicle, a Jeep, and a second passed before the door slid shut again, followed by a luck. The owner of the booted feet, a beautiful brunette wearing a pair of jeans with some cuts in them and a simple white tanktop along with a pair of Aviators sunglasses before her eyes, looked around quietly and cautiously. Gun in hand, she carefully made her way towards the white fenced area just ahead of her. She followed a lead that could be her beloved Stephanie here, so she wasn't going to leave without finding out for sure.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
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.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5