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Post by Elise Diefenbaker on May 8, 2017 17:54:52 GMT -5
"Is.. Is this Mrs. Sharpe a nice person?" Sarah asked curiously during a break in Elise's history lesson before glancing at the buildings she pointed at.
"Sarah?" Elise said, smiling as she looked over at Sarah. "She's a pretty nice person; she can be a taskmaster at times, but's she as friendly as can be and as long as you're straight with her, she'll always be straight with you." It wasn't hyperbole either; in the two years that Elise had been at Belle Isle, she could recall on one hand the number of times Sarah Sharpe had ever raised her voice; as she'd once told Elise, "The more you have to raise your voice at someone, the less respected you become." Hearing Sarah talk about how smart a decision it was reminded Elise that they'd have to head over in short order and start prepping the boats for running on the river now that the Detroit River was free-flowing again.
Then Sarah asked, "Hey Elise? Umm.. Where will I be staying tonight? I.. I can sleep outside if I have to."
Looking over, Elise said, "You won't be sleeping outside, not if I have anything to say about it," all the while thinking about where Sarah would be quartered at Belle Isle...then Elise remembered that there were several bedrooms on the third floor that were currently unoccupied. "Tell you what," Elise said, arms crossed over her chest, "grab your gear and bring it up to the third floor. There's a couple of bedrooms that are currently unoccupied but ready in case anyone needs one; I've got to check on Sarah's baby daughter Meredith for a moment but after that and after you get settled in, I'll take you up to the perch, okay?"
Post by Sarah "Pip" Bouchard on May 9, 2017 4:30:23 GMT -5
Hearing Elise's response about what kind of person the boss of this Belle Isle was put Sarah's mind to ease, At least slightly as she glanced around the bay. "That.. That sounds reasonable." She agreed as she turned to face the woman. Sarah felt her nerves welling up again at the thought of being put to work with something she wasn't trained with but attempted to shake away that feeling for the time when she heard Elise start to answer her second question about where she would be staying.
"You won't be sleeping outside, not if I have anything to say about it," The line caught her off guard. Not if I have anything to say about it? Why do you care so much about me already? You just met me and... And you're already being so nice? Why...? she pondered before turning to look back at her for a moment before embracing her in a thankful hug. She hadn't ever been the hugging type, Frankly she didn't ever let people hug her, But Elise did it whether she wanted her to or not and, for the first time in forever a hug was welcomed in Sarah's mind. "Thank you." She said as Elise's shirt muffled the line before she turned her head to the side and repeated it. "You.. You didn't have to be this caring towards me.. But.. But you are.. Thank you." she finished before releasing her from the hug. "I'm.. I may not be that good at... At talking to people... But I'm a fast learner.. I can help if you need me too, Just teach me what to do.. I'm a good shot with this as well if that helps.. It's sorta how I've survived for so long.. As long as I can find ammo for it that is." she said as she patted the barrel of the M24 on her shoulder before looking up at the third floor of the building.
"That's my new home eh...?" she shyly asked to the air in front of her, Not really aiming the question at Elise but more confirming it to herself as she took in the building in front of her. "Third floor? Okay.. I'll... I'll wait for you there. Do I need to.. Check in with anyone before I head up to the empty room?" she asked as she turned back to face Elise again. "I don't want to.. Step on anyone's toes." And get myself in trouble or something.. She added mentally before looking passed her at the bay in the background while she awaited her response.
Post by Elise Diefenbaker on May 9, 2017 22:33:40 GMT -5
Hearing Elise's response about what kind of person the boss of this Belle Isle was put Sarah's mind to ease, At least slightly as she glanced around the bay. "That.. That sounds reasonable." She agreed as she turned to face the woman. Sarah felt her nerves welling up again at the thought of being put to work with something she wasn't trained with but attempted to shake away that feeling for the time when she heard Elise start to answer her second question about where she would be staying..... "You won't be sleeping outside, not if I have anything to say about it," The line caught her off guard. Not if I have anything to say about it? Why do you care so much about me already? You just met me and... And you're already being so nice? Why...? she pondered before turning to look back at her for a moment before embracing her in a thankful hug. She hadn't ever been the hugging type, Frankly she didn't ever let people hug her, But Elise did it whether she wanted her to or not and, for the first time in forever a hug was welcomed in Sarah's mind. "Thank you." She said as Elise's shirt muffled the line before she turned her head to the side and repeated it. "You.. You didn't have to be this caring towards me.. But.. But you are.. Thank you."
"No problem, Sarah," Elise replied, "I'm just a caring old soul, that's all." As Sarah released her grip from around Elise, she heard Sarah ask about what she would be doing there at Belle Isle. "We'll think of something," Elise said. "I remember the first couple days I was here; they went by in a flash....poof!" raising her hand up as if to release a puff of smoke. "Just remember this: like the rest of us here, you're a survivor...you've made it this far; stand alongside us and we'll stand alongside you." That wasn't hyperbole either given all the things that'd happened at Belle Isle over the past four years and though Elise had only been there two two of those four years, she took those words to heart every single day.
"That's my new home eh...?" she shyly asked to the air in front of her, Not really aiming the question at Elise but more confirming it to herself as she took in the building in front of her. "Third floor? Okay.. I'll... I'll wait for you there. Do I need to.. Check in with anyone before I head up to the empty room?" she asked as she turned back to face Elise again. "I don't want to.. Step on anyone's toes." And get myself in trouble or something.. She added mentally before looking passed her at the bay in the background while she awaited her response.
"Yeah, that's your new home," Elise replied, following Sarah's gaze up to the third floor. "Floor's laid out pretty simple: when you walk onto the third floor, Sarah's office and bedroom area is on the right side there," pointing off to the right. "Straight off the stairs is where my quarters are; besides being the logistics boss here, I'm also Sarah's chief steward, so most days I can usually be found inside the building....the bedrooms I spoke of earlier are on the left as you step off the stairs." Walking over to the back doors, Elise opened one and said, "After you, Sarah..."
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 10, 2017 12:25:55 GMT -5
At one point, Chris found she was being invited to help the woman she was supposed to be saving, well that's a good way for it to work out. Only problem was, Chris didn't know how to use a gun like the AK she now had, she wasn't explicitly trained with firearms, but deep in her mind, she knew how the basic idea for them was just from observation. She quietly made way to be beside the woman and laid down to be prone and situated the rifle enough to where she could peek through the scope and tried to fire. She only got to fire once or twice--both missing, before she would be showered in similar gunfire from the men below. She gasped and quickly ducked behind the floor of the terminal to block herself. She primed herself to fire again, but her eyes shut tightly, clenched even, as her breathing started to pick up.
"How do I..? No.. What do I..?", was all she managed to let out before her head fell onto her arm. In her head, she was reliving all sort of stuff: she was in a warzone right now, but her thoughts also turned to Kate; when was the last time Kate was outside of Belle Isle, to look around. That time, she...! Her breathing returned to normal within seconds before her green eyes reopened again and peered through the scope again with a chilling calmness, while raising her other hand to rest the butt of the gun against her palm and fingers, backed by her shoulder and slowly aimed the weapon. She spoke again, under her breath but her voice sounded different, and her green eyes were glazed and somewhat dull, like she wasn't herself, "Just. Give. Up. You little shits...", before she made more precise squeezes of the trigger that let out 3-4 burst shots, actually managing to take out a handful of the men with sharp accuracy.
Post by Sarah "Pip" Bouchard on May 10, 2017 17:32:59 GMT -5
Just remember this: like the rest of us here, you're a survivor...you've made it this far; stand alongside us and we'll stand alongside you." Yet again Elise's words grew Sarah's opinion on the fellow Canadian. "You're right.. I know you are.. It's, It's just hard.. Trusting that people mean what they say.. It's, It's not always been that way is all." she said as she watched Elise walk by her and towards the door to the building. Hearing her list off the locations of rooms the thought of the boss of this place being a mom had set Sarah's mind at ease slightly. In her mind if she cared enough to have a kid, Maybe she would be a little more understanding with her. "My room is on the left as I step off the stairs. Okay." she confirmed to herself as she looked through the door to the building.
"How.. How old is Mrs. Sharpe's child?" she asked curiously as she stepped through the door and waited for Elise to follow behind. "I.. I've never been around a kid.. I was the kid in my family." she admitted to the woman as she stood there holding the door open still. "How... How old are you Elise?" The question had been eating at her for a while but she didn't feel comfortable asking it, She didn't want to anger the woman over asking something that she might want to keep secret. Standing there she brought her hand up to her weapon strap and started drumming her fingers on the fabric as she felt her nerves start to build. I hope that wasn't over the line... She thought to herself as she continued to stand near the door and waited for the woman to join her.
Post by Elise Diefenbaker on May 10, 2017 21:38:54 GMT -5
. "You're right.. I know you are.. It's, It's just hard.. Trusting that people mean what they say.. It's, It's not always been that way is all." she said as she watched Elise walk by her and towards the door to the building," Sarah said as Elise held open the back entrance door.
"I wish I was always right," Elise replied, smiling broadly, "but you're right; trust is something that's been rare at times. If you think about it," she added, stepping through the doors so that Sarah could step through as well, "part of civilization's very being depends on trust and that works in both directions," thinking about the old adage "loyalty up, loyalty down". as Sarah then asked her how old Sarah's baby daughter was.
"Seven...no, eight months old," Elise said. "Meredith is Sarah's first child if I'm not mistaken; she's so beautiful: she's got what's starting to be strawberry-blonde hair, bright attentive blue eyes...I tell you, when she grows up years from now, she will be turning heads everywhere." Then Sarah asked how old Elise was; Elise paused and thought about it for a moment. "Twenty-eight.....twenty-eight years old," Elise said, "and I hope to be around for another couple decades, Sarah..."
Post by Claira McAllison on May 11, 2017 8:16:05 GMT -5
*Boom!*....*Boom!*....*Boom!* Were the sounds of Claira's rifle shooting rounds off down towards the targets. Her ears heard the AK fire a couple of rounds, but each of them missed. Another wave of bullets poured through causing both Claira and the young Lady (Chris.) down and under their own terminals. But the sound of something very big crashing through a fence off in the distance and the gunfire towards the tower had stopped. More gunfire began to erupt outside as the sound of a big rig driving around a bit was heard. Peaking her head up and over the terminal, she watched as a big rig with a trailer had it's engine turned off and gun fire was erupting between the rig and the men who were left. Pulling back the bolt on her rifle, she looked into the chamber and saw only one bullet left. Closing the bolt on the rifle, she turned towards Chris. and asked her. "Are those friends of yours or is that another group we should worry about?" That's the same time she heard the younger lady's voice change to that being cold and merciless. "Just. Give. Up. You little shits..." As if something had snapped inside the lady, she took aim with the scoped assault rifle and began to fire the gun again. Raising an eyebrow as she watched her from across the way.
Bringing the rifle up onto the terminal, she saw the man on the horse trying to run away. Adjusting the sight on the old rifle, she slowly let out a long breath and fixed the iron sight onto the man's right shoulder blade. Squeezing the trigger, the rifle blasted it round out and kicked back into Claira's shoulder. The bullet spun out of the end of the barrel and went soaring through the air, cutting it's way towards him as he was riding the horse as best as the blonde man could. But, the man let out a yell of pain as blood splattered across the horses neck from the man's chest. He hunched over and fell off while the horse just kept running away from it's master. Smiling to herself as she opened the chamber as the casing shot upwards into the air. "Gotcha..." She said to herself as the man was now trying to get up with his right arm hanging there by his side. He was stopped as the rest of the convoy showed up and blocked his path with more guns. Reaching into her bag, she took out a stripper clip and slid it into place. Pushing the bullets down into the rifle, she pushed the bolt back forward causing the clip to fly out of the rifle. With more bullets in her rifle and one in the chamber, she slung the rifle over her shoulders and stood up straight. Trickles of blood was felt. Reaching up to her face with her hand, she touched the spots and felt the sting of pain. Bringing the hand down, she saw her fingers covered in blood.
Looking at a Terminal screen, she saw two cut marks from where glass had cut her across her face that started from her left cheek and went up to her forehead. It wasn't to bad, but it would leave a slight scar after it was done healing. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked over towards Chris. and reached down to the rifle once she heard the familiar clicking sound that it was empty now. Grabbing a hold of the gun, she took it from her and said. "Ok ok killer, I think you got them. Let's go on down and greet our newest guests." Leaning the empty AK-74 against the Terminal next to her bags, her hands went to the holstered pistols on her thighs as she walked over towards the door that lead to the stairwell. Before she opened the doors, Claira slipped her feet into her high heel shoes and tightened them so that they didn't fall off her feet. Now fully ready, she opened the door and began to descend to the ground floor. The grenade she had thrown earlier had did a number to the inside of the stairwell as bodies were now everywhere with limbs, organs and blood splatter everywhere. Touching down on the ground floor, the elegant Claira who was still in her black dress that reached down half way down her thigh opened the door that led outside and stepped through it. She could see people piling out of the different vehicles. Waving a bit with a smile on her face, she would say. "Well Good morning."
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on May 12, 2017 8:46:19 GMT -5
"Short runt with blonde hair, Check on both of those...riding a horse? Not anymore more it seems...more like riding on Asphalt. Whoever is in that tower just popped him from a good distance in the shoulder." The humvee's came rolling up onto the scene as the gun fight began to die down to nothing as most of the guy's men were either dead, injured, or had surrendered. Opening the door to the truck, Hannah jumped down as she dropped the empty clip and fished out a fresh one. Slapping it in, she puled back on the receiver and fed in the fresh round into the chamber. Turning around, she looked at the rig and saw where the bullets had hit the rig. Walking around tot he front, she saw that they had hit the heavy steel bumper, around the edges of the hood and steam could be seen coming forth from it. Sighing to herself, she walked over to the one side and undid the latch and undid the other latch.
Going to the front, she stepped up onto the bumper and grabbed a hold of the hood and pulled it back to reveal the heavy Detroit Diesel engine. Stepping down, she went to the side and stepped up and leaned over the engine as it was hot. Hannah saw a few stray bullets had hit the engine in different areas. It was still drive able for a little bit longer, but the engine needed to be repaired or just simply replaced. Growling, she jumped off and kicked the heavy front driver side tire. "Fucking Hell!" Hannah yelled out. With anger in her voice, she stormed back to the truck and climbed back inside of it as wave after wave of cursing was heard from her as she fished around her gear. Putting on a pair of mechanic's gloves and putting her hair into a ponytail, she grabbed her bag of tools and jumped out of the truck landing on her feet. Even when she came outside, she continued with her anger filled ranting. "...but noooo! Y'all had to shoot up my poor truck's engine! Y'all probably think it's fuckin' funny that a woman has to fix her rig once again and try and find some spare parts for the damn thing that lasted me for a good few years in this shit hole of a life! Fuck you you fucking Bastards!" Her Irish accent was coming out more and more as she kept yelling to herself. Propping the assault rifle against the tire of the rig, she opened up her bag of tools and went to work on the engine block.
Over the years of her life as a thief and surviving the apocalypse, Hannah had learned how to maintain, fix, patch and repairs heavy rigs. But it didn't mean she liked it when she had to pull bullets out and take chunks of the engine apart to see what all needed to fixed and the likes of it. The sounds of the socket wrench twisting and the occasional wave of cursing was heard as she began to look parts of the engine over. Those that was damaged by the bullets, she tossed it over her shoulder and heard the metal pieces hitting the asphalt behind her. Her eye fell on something she had hoped that didn't get hit. The oil line. Pulling it out, she just laughed in a not so good way. "You dirty Motha fuckers!" But as she inspected further in, she saw that some of the headers and pistons were damaged now as well. Pulling it all apart, she tossed them all behind her. "Ooooh you are so getting a fucking bill after I am done her you bloody brigands!" By the time she was done inspecting the truck's engine block, it was half way taken apart and one thing that was needing to be replaced now was also the Oil Pan. Literally half of the engine laid on the ground behind her in pieces as oil, Anti Freeze and wind shield wiper fluid was now all over the ground.
Stepping down from the truck, she shook her head as she was covered in oil, dirt, grime, and even some of her own blood as she had gotten hurt while taking parts off of the engine. Her eye fell on the parts that laid on the ground and then back up at the rest of the men who were still alive and detained. The urge to shoot the rest of them dead was so tempting, but she knew it wouldn't get her truck fixed. Letting out a very long breath of air, Hannah moved towards the trailer and unhooked it from the rig. Letting the landing legs touch the ground and locking them into place, she unhooked the hoses that connected Goliath to the long trailer. Once it was all done, the blonde hair thief started to go for a walk as she was beyond aggravated at the current time and needed to clear her mind of killing the worthless assholes that shot up her poor rig's engine. Back in the day, all one would have to do was call up the insurance company and hear the news that because of such damage to her rig, that it was going to be under the 'Totaled' category and have it replaced with a new truck. But with these days, there was no such luck. It was either repair with what she has available or get a new vehicle. But since she has so much history with that truck, she wasn't going to let Goliath to sit in one spot rusting to death. The Deuc and a half trucks rolled up to the area that they were and an idea came to her mind. Walking over to one of them as they were unloading everything, she helped out and unloaded it faster. Once it was done, she jumped into the rig and fired it's engine back up. Shifting it into first gear and taking off the parking break, she drove the heavy military truck to the front of Goliath -making sure she doesn't run over the broken parts that piled up next to it.- and backed up slightly to the front of it. Jumping out with the truck still running, she went to her truck's tackle box which was above the driver side's diesel tank which she was thankful wasn't shot up.
Pulling out three heavy towing chains, she took them and went to the front of her vehicle. Hooking it up after slamming the hood shut, she then took the other ends of the chains and hooked them up to the frame of the military truck's bed. Getting back inside, she gently began to drive forward and pulled Goliath from it's current spot and drove it to a clear opened area away from everyone else. Taking her foot off the gas pedal, she let the two vehicles to coast to a complete stop before she jumped out and unhooked the deuce and a half from Goliath. Getting back into the military truck, Hannah turned off the engine for she knew she was going to be needing this truck again for when she went searching for parts for her own truck. Leaning back in the seat, she looked up at the ceiling of the cab as she began to make a checklist as to what she was going to need. "Headers, oil lines, oil pan, fuel lines, a fan belt, a new Steel bumper, and about half of an engine block...fuck me seven ways til sunday. Need to reinforce the whole rig with extra steel plating to make it more bullet proof. Fuck...fuck..fuck..fuck FUCK!" Hannah said as she then began to hit the steering wheel of the military truck.
Sitting down inside the Humvee, she got on the radio and ordered the rest of the convoy to rally around the Peterbilt to give Hannah - who, judging by what she was doing and by the expressions on her face, was trying to keep from detonating with anger at what she was seeing. When things calm down, Sarah thought as the Humvee came to a stop in front of the control tower, we're going to get that Peterbilt back up and running, even if I got to strip every vehicle at Belle Isle to do so.
Climbing out of the Humvee, Sarah could still here Hannah cursing at what had happened to her Peterbilt and thought, I would not want to be a captive of ours right now as she and a handful of others rushed to the control tower's ground-level entrance and knocked it open; pausing to watch it fall down to the ground. Once the way was open, Sarah took the lead and they entered the control tower, where they were greeted by both Chris, who'd been scouting areas around Detroit...and someone she didn't know who was standing nearby and waving at them.... "Well Good morning," the person said to them.
"Morning," Sarah replied, looking around and wondering what kind of fight had gone on inside the control tower. "I'd say welcome to Detroit but I see that's out of the way," she said, smiling and asking, "Anyway, I see you've met Chris; and you are, by chance?" It sounded like one of the corniest questions to ask but with no one shooting at them, it seemed a fair question to ask.
Last Edit: May 12, 2017 9:55:12 GMT -5 by Sarah Sharpe
Post by Sarah "Pip" Bouchard on May 12, 2017 23:27:20 GMT -5
"part of civilization's very being depends on trust and that works in both directions," thinking about the old adage "loyalty up, loyalty down" Loyalty up, Loyalty down? That sounds like something mom would say... Sarah thought as she stepped through the door and heard her mention the bosses daughter. "She sounds like she's really pretty." she added as she turned to see Elise start to follow; Reaching the stairs leading up to the next floor she heard Elise mention her age. "Twenty-Eight? I wouldn't have guessed that.. I would have guessed like Twenty-Four or so." she trailed off towards the end from the thought of upsetting her over something so simple, She knew it was stupid but she still worried all the same.
After standing in silence for a moment she turned her head to face Elise as she started to climb the stairs. "Um.. I'm.. I'm sixteen. You have a few years on me." she responded before shooting the woman a shy grin. She hadn't told anyone her age since the first safe zone she had found, And even then she only told Dusty who had become her closest friend over the year or so they had spent there. Taking a few more steps up she turned to face Elise again who was still at the bottom. I might be young, I know that.. But I can help. I promise. She mentally promised Elise, More confirming it to herself than anything "I.. I've never had an experience like a baby around the house or anything.. To be honest I was the baby. It'll be new." She said as she brought her hands up to grasp each other in front of her. "I.. I'll help any way I can... I.. I don't want to be labeled dead weight or anything.. I promise I won't be that." she finished before letting her hands drop to her sides again and go flat against her thighs, Drumming her fingers on her jeans as she waited for Elise to follow her and lead the way.
Post by Elise Diefenbaker on May 14, 2017 0:20:57 GMT -5
As they headed up the stairs, Elise heard Sarah remark about being the baby in her family and replied, "Welcome to the club, Sarah; I was the youngest in my family...us kids got to stick together, you know?" taking the stairs at a steady, purposeful two-at-a-time, soon reaching the third floor with Sarah close behind. Turning to the right, Elise knocked on the door a couple times and then opened it, stepping inside. "Hey, Nats," she said, walking over and giving her girlfriend Natasha a kiss on the cheek, "keeping an eye on Meredith for me, huh?"
"Yeah, but I got to head down to Medical and take the duty slot for this evening," Natasha said, returning her kiss with one of her own. One of Belle Isle's medics, Natasha Scott had been one of the original residents back when everything had fallen apart; a former Detroit police officer, she had taken to medicine like a duck to water and had become one of the Island's medics, a group collectively known as "the Angels of Detroit". "Elise, I heard over the radio they picked up someone down at the bridge; they go through Medical yet?" Natasha said as Elise picked up Meredith from her bassinet - we're going to have to get her a bigger one soon, Elise mused - and began holding her, listening to her cooes and playful manner.
"Yeah, she passed with flying colors and she should be right outside here," Elise replied, calling out to Sarah. "Sarah, come on inside a second," as they stood there and exchanged a bit of small talk inside the boss's office.
Post by Sarah "Pip" Bouchard on May 14, 2017 6:48:27 GMT -5
Sarah followed close behind Elise as they made their way up the rest of the length of stairs. Hearing Elise admit that she was the baby of her family as well gave Sarah a sense of relief, as strange as it was the fact that she wasn't alone in that respect as well gave her a feeling of belonging. "I guess you're right.." she responded as she bowed her head and watched her feet continue to climb the stairs.
Reaching the landing of the third floor Sarah brought her head back up to look at the closed doors on the left, Just as Elise had mentioned. Guess that's gonna be my new home for the time. She thought to herself as she turned to watch Elise start towards the door on the right that she had guessed was the boss ladies room that Elise had spoken of. Watching her open the door and and step in Sarah moved to the wall next to the entrance as she listened to Elise start to talk to someone. Who's Nats? She wondered to herself as she brought her hand up to grip her rifle strap again as her nerves started to well up again.
Hearing the soft sounds of a baby Sarah couldn't help but let a small smile sneak its way across her face as she stared across the hall at the closed doors to what she assumed where the spare rooms that Elise had mentioned. "Please let this be true.. Please.." she muttered to herself as she stood there still listening to the conversation between the two women; Hearing her name Sarah perked up as she felt a surge of electricity shoot through her nerves ."Yes.. Yes mam...?" she asked shyly as she peaked her head around the corner so her she could see, careful not to show the rest of her body.
Seeing Elise holding the baby she stood there for a moment as her eyes shifted between the three of them before she cautiously stepped the rest of the way through the doorway and stood against the wall near the door, Not wanting to get any closer to the new woman in the room. "H... Hello.." she stuttered out to the new face before letting her gaze fall to the woman's feet, watching for any sudden movement towards her in case she needed to run. "Wh... Who are... You?" she stammered out again as she watched the woman's feet before moving her gaze up to check her hands, Never taking her eyes off the new face.
Post by Elise Diefenbaker on May 14, 2017 16:56:05 GMT -5
Seeing Elise holding the baby she stood there for a moment as her eyes shifted between the three of them before she cautiously stepped the rest of the way through the doorway and stood against the wall near the door, Not wanting to get any closer to the new woman in the room. "H... Hello.." she stuttered out to the new face before letting her gaze fall to the woman's feet, watching for any sudden movement towards her in case she needed to run. "Wh... Who are... You?" she stammered out again as she watched the woman's feet before moving her gaze up to check her hands, Never taking her eyes off the new face.
"Natasha," the medic replied, offering Sarah a friendly handshake. "I'm one of the medics here at Belle Isle; the six of us - that's how many medics there are - take turns watching over Meredith during the day. Elise also spends a good deal of time watching over her as well," pausing as Elise spoke up. "There's six medics here at Belle Isle, Sarah: Natasha, Melissa, Haley, Kasie, Hannah and Kate; there's usually one on duty down in Medical during the day and now that Doc MacMillan's here, it takes some of the load off the medics." After a few moments, Elise asked, "Did you find your quarters yet, Sarah?"
Post by Sarah "Pip" Bouchard on May 16, 2017 0:35:10 GMT -5
Natasha.. Sarah repeated mentally after hearing the woman answer her question; Seeing her hand begin to move caused Sarah to flinch and take a small step towards the door as a small, sharp inhale escaped her lips before the gesture of a handshake clicked in her brain. Readjusting to stand upright again Sarah stood there looking at the woman's hand for a moment before gingerly letting hers fall from her weapon strap and with a shaky, nervous grip returned the gesture, Quickly bringing it back to her side before the new face had the chance to do anything. Okay Sarah.. She didn't try to pull you into a knife or something, And Elise trusts her.. You're fine. She mentally reminded herself again before taking a deep breath as the woman started to explain her job at Belle Isle. So she's one of the medical staff here too eh.? She questioned mentally, still too shy to speak to Natasha.
Sarah moved her gaze to Elise and the baby after a few more moments of silence before nodding her head and forcing a sentence out. "Yo... You... You do an impor... Important job here... Then.." she stuttered as she forced her eyes to meet Natasha's and tried her hardest to give the woman a smile in appreciation before quickly letting it fade and her head drop to the floor and she clasped her hands together to try to calm her nerves. She's someone special to Elise, Who is one of the nicest people you've met in years! Why are you so nervous? She questioned herself mentally before Elise's voice shattered the thoughts. "Umm... No... No I havn't.. They're.. Just across the hall right?" she asked, her nerves still running high as she shot the woman a nervous glance once more before stepping closer to the door. "I'll.. I'll go find them... If.. If you're wanting to be.. Alone." she stammered before letting her eyes meet Elise's. "Do.. Do I just.. Go in?"
Post by Elise Diefenbaker on May 16, 2017 17:06:10 GMT -5
Hearing Sarah's nervousness, Natasha made sure she had a firm grip on Meredith as she shook Sarah's hand with a firm grasp and said to her, "Thank you; I do my best," with a mix of humility and pride, quickly setting Meredith back in Elise's arms. Setting her back in the bassinet - and reminding herself that she needed to find Meredith a bigger crib to stay in - Elise heard Sarah's question about the quarters and whether she wanted to be alone with Natasha momentarily... "Yeah, just go on in and pick a room; Nats and I have a few things to talk about, so go on ahead and pick a room and we'll continue the tour here in a little bit, okay?"
Post by Christensen McCready-Bates on May 17, 2017 3:25:08 GMT -5
Chris had made her way down the stairs as well, carefully staring down at the corpses and giblets that exploded due to the grenade until they would make contact with the ground. Chris took one wistful look back towards the remains of numerous men that was just opening fire on them a few minutes ago, and was about to look back towards the group from Belle Isle, about to smile at Sarah when she saw something. Her green eyes widened as she saw one of the gunners, still alive, having hid under one of the corpses that had its head shot, had aimed his rifle at her and Claira, whom she was beside. It took her just one snap of a second, and she tackled Claira to the ground from the side with an audible "duck!" escaping her lips, but was a tad too late--the gun had gone off, and one of the bullets hit Chris in the shoulder and back. The shock was too much, so much that she couldn't let out a scream until realization popped in and her brain started to work again.
Right as this happened, another man, this one from Sarah's own entourage, just as quickly aimed one of his own sidearm handguns with chilling precision and pulled the trigger. The man fell dead with a gaping neck wound, soon dying of both blood loss and blood asphyxiation. The man, Hyatt, lowered his gun and turned back towards Chris, a mounting, wordless concern in his gaze before he looked at Sarah, "Madame, she's..!"
Post by Claira McAllison on May 17, 2017 9:41:02 GMT -5
"Morning," Sarah replied, looking around and wondering what kind of fight had gone on inside the control tower. "I'd say welcome to Detroit but I see that's out of the way," she said, smiling and asking, "Anyway, I see you've met Chris; and you are, by chance?" It sounded like one of the corniest questions to ask but with no one shooting at them, it seemed a fair question to ask.
Claira watched as a tall woman along with a few other people came into the ground floor of the Control Tower. The Italian woman listened to Sarah who had greeted her back in return and said that she would have said welcome to Detroit, but with the mess around them, it would have seemed a bit odd. It had caused Claira to chuckle a bit as she brought a hand up to her mouth to cover it. But she was asked for her name which was a fair enough question since she now knew that female she was fighting along side with's name. Bringing her hand down, she would say. "Oh, little old me? I'm Claira McAllison. Former Mayor of Jamestown in Rhode Island." Standing there, she looked around at the group before her and could hear someone off in the distance flipping out so much that it caused Claira to raise an eyebrow.
Chris had made her way down the stairs as well, carefully staring down at the corpses and giblets that exploded due to the grenade until they would make contact with the ground. Chris took one wistful look back towards the remains of numerous men that was just opening fire on them a few minutes ago, and was about to look back towards the group from Belle Isle, about to smile at Sarah when she saw something. Her green eyes widened as she saw one of the gunners, still alive, having hid under one of the corpses that had its head shot, had aimed his rifle at her and Claira, whom she was beside. It took her just one snap of a second, and she tackled Claira to the ground from the side with an audible "duck!" escaping her lips, but was a tad too late--the gun had gone off, and one of the bullets hit Chris in the shoulder and back. The shock was too much, so much that she couldn't let out a scream until realization popped in and her brain started to work again.
As she heard Chris yell duck, Claira was in mid turn to see what was the matter with the younger lady when she was just tackled to the ground as two gun shots were heard. Upon being tackled, she let out a grunt as Chris slammed herself against Claira's stomach. Hitting the ground, she felt the dull pain of hitting the ground. Her head hitting the wall as their bodies stopped moving from the momentum of the tackle like a defensive guard on a football team. Feeling a bit dazed, she looked around a bit confused as to what had just happened. As everything was coming back to reality, she saw a man with a handgun come walking into the tower and was aiming it at the shooter.
Right as this happened, another man, this one from Sarah's own entourage, just as quickly aimed one of his own sidearm handguns with chilling precision and pulled the trigger. The man fell dead with a gaping neck wound, soon dying of both blood loss and blood asphyxiation. The man, Hyatt, lowered his gun and turned back towards Chris, a mounting, wordless concern in his gaze before he looked at Sarah, "Madame, she's..!"
Her eyes saw that the man had shot the shooter in the neck and not in the head. Gently rolling Chris off of her, she pulled out her Desert Eagle which still had the silencer on it and stood up. Walking over to the now motionless corpse with blood pouring out of the wound, she aimed the heavy handgun and fired a round into the man's skull. Even with the Silencer, the heavy concussion blast of air was heard as it echoed a bit. The shell casing flying outwards and landing on one of the steps, bouncing a bit before it stopped standing straight up. Holstering the heavy handgun into her thigh holster, she looked back over at the man who was looking up at Sarah while hovering over Chris. Sighing a bit, she walked over to the two. Kneeling down, she took her hands and began to press down on the wounds.
Claira was feeling the warm blood against her hands as she tried to keep pressure on the injuries. The girl had sacrificed herself for Claira who was a stranger. Frowning a bit, she looked around. Seeing the dead bodies with their clothing, she reached over and began to rip off strips from the shirts. Wrapping around as best as she could, she was trying to keep the bleeding under control until medical help could arrive. "Stay awake with me Chris. Tell me a little about yourself...Hey..." Gently smacking her across the cheek. "I said stay awake. Now, tell me about yourself. Where are you from, what's your favorite song from the past, who's your first crush...you know, girl talk kinda thing."
Post by Sarah Sharpe on May 17, 2017 11:44:22 GMT -5
Claira watched as a tall woman along with a few other people came into the ground floor of the Control Tower. The Italian woman listened to Sarah who had greeted her back in return and said that she would have said welcome to Detroit, but with the mess around them, it would have seemed a bit odd. It had caused Claira to chuckle a bit as she brought a hand up to her mouth to cover it. But she was asked for her name which was a fair enough question since she now knew that female she was fighting along side with's name. Bringing her hand down, she would say. "Oh, little old me? I'm Claira McAllison. Former Mayor of Jamestown in Rhode Island." Standing there, she looked around at the group before her and could hear someone off in the distance flipping out so much that it caused Claira to raise an eyebrow.
Standing there at the entrance to the control tower, Sarah smiled, now that things seemed to be calming down and was just about to introduce herself when Chris yelled out "Duck!" Suddenly Sarah felt someone slamming her to the ground at about the same time that everyone heard a gunshot go off; throwing the guard off of her, Sarah angrily got back up on her rifle and called out, "Where'd that shot come from--"
Right as this happened, another man, this one from Sarah's own entourage, just as quickly aimed one of his own sidearm handguns with chilling precision and pulled the trigger. The man fell dead with a gaping neck wound, soon dying of both blood loss and blood asphyxiation. The man, Hyatt, lowered his gun and turned back towards Chris, a mounting, wordless concern in his gaze before he looked at Sarah, "Madame, she's..!" Her eyes saw that the man had shot the shooter in the neck and not in the head. Gently rolling Chris off of her, she pulled out her Desert Eagle which still had the silencer on it and stood up. Walking over to the now motionless corpse with blood pouring out of the wound, she aimed the heavy handgun and fired a round into the man's skull. Even with the Silencer, the heavy concussion blast of air was heard as it echoed a bit.
Turning back around, Sarah blanched a solid sheet of white when she saw Chris lying on the ground, bleeding from her shoulder from what looked like a bullet wound - likely the same one that'd caused everyone to duck for cover, she thought angrily as she knelt down to check on Chris and both Claira and one of the medics - Kasie - joined them, working to save Chris. As they worked on Chris, Sarah walked over to one of the Humvees' and grabbed a radio, switching it on with an angry growl. "Belle Isle, Belle Isle, this is Sarah...alert Medical; we have one wounded that we're sending to you momentarily," pausing as she thought about her next words...."tell Medical its' Chris; she's been shot..."
Post by Sarah "Pip" Bouchard on May 17, 2017 17:39:01 GMT -5
"Yes mam..." Sarah sighed in a mix of nervousness and apprehension as she slowly began to backstep towards the door leading to the hall. Resting her hand on the door frame she stopped to confirm to herself that the woman was still not making a move to close the distance between them.
Taking another step backwards through the opening before sidestepping to the left and out of sight of Elise and Natasha. Letting a heavy breath escape her lungs as she felt the load of nerves lift off of her from the greeting Sarah turned and leaned against the wall for a moment and looked across the hall at the door on the opposite wall that Elise had pointed out as being where she would be staying. Go in and choose a room. She'll come get you when she's done.. I hope that Natasha woman doesn't talk her into doing anything to me... She mentally spoke to herself before pushing off the wall, Hearing the clank of metal s the rifle bounced off the wall. "Okay Sarah, Just go in and choose a room, Just like she said." Sarah reminded herself as she began to take a step towards the opposite door.
Placing a hand on the knob Sarah felt the cool metal against her skin as she muttered, "Here goes nothing..." Feeling the mechanism move with the turn Sarah soon saw the door swing open to reveal a few more room, Each with a bed in it it seemed. "Actual beds? No... This can't be true..." she stammered to herself as she stepped the rest of the way through and let the door close behind her, Jumping slightly at the sound of the door latching shut. The scene of the room her and dusty were locked in flashed through her mind for a moment and it caused her to reach up and cover her eyes with her hand for a moment as the memory flew away. "That was so long ago... Yet I still miss you..." She muttered once more before taking a deep breath and started making her way to one of the empty room.
Letting her rifle fall from her shoulder and bounce off the cushion of the bed for a moment before settling down Sarah couldn't help but notice how quiet, How, Peaceful it felt in that room. No sound of distant gunfire, No walkers jumping out at you from around corners and herds in the streets. Just the cushion of the mattress under her. The sensation was an alien one to her now, Completely forgotten over the years of sleeping on floors or in trees. Sarah ran her hands across the soft sheets and immensely enjoyed the forgotten feeling of soft cotton on your skin.
A few moments would pass before a tear would form in Sarah's eye as the peace started to give her mind the chance to process what it had been through, The thought of Dusty, The thought of all the dead she saw on the road, The loneliness, all of it. It all came flooding back to her as her mind decided to send the surging to the surface from the great abyss of her mind. Bring her elbows to rest on her legs as she sat on the bed Sarah let her head fall into her hands and began to weep softly as the thoughts continued to flood her mind.
Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on May 17, 2017 18:01:07 GMT -5
With everything that was on her mind, Hannah closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Letting it out slowly as she started to count up. When she was about to hit 10, she heard a couple of rifle shots go off coming from the direction of the Tower. Turning her head to look through the side mirrors, her eye went wide as panic filled her very soul when she first saw Sarah on the ground, not knowing that she was just pushed to the ground by one of her guard detail. With her left hand, she pulled opened the door and with the right took out her .45 caliber handgun. Jumping out of the Deuce and a half, Hannah just ran like the wind as she made her way to the tower. She saw Sarah getting up from the ground and was looking at something inside of the tower. Making her approach to the tower, she saw Sarah moving over towards one of the Humvee's and showed her that Chris was laying on the ground with a bullet wound in her shoulder, but she was being worked on by Kasie and some other woman to try and help the young scout.
Seeing the blood coming out of the injury from Chris who spars with Sarah every now and then and had heard of their history. Growling deeply, her right hand began to shake as she applied as much pressure to the handle of the gun as she could, leaving her knuckles white now. But with the gloves on, no one would notice the color of her knuckles. Turning to face towards the captives, she began to walk towards them as she had a mission and a fire in her eyes. The former thief walked past Sarah who was at the Humvee's and was giving the report of what was going to happen. Her vision began to tunnel as she was heading towards the short french man who was groaning from the injury in his shoulder. With what she was going to do, she was going to put a bullet in the other shoulder. Hurrying now, she stepped close to the leader who looked up at her. With the gun still in her hand, she had it fixed on his shoulder. "If that young girl in there dies because of the hand of your goon, you are going to suffer the same fate."
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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