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Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jul 30, 2015 19:25:44 GMT -5
Fran looked at her companion who was Stareing at the shattered window. "Pack up the radio here. They know of us here" She said to Maxwell. Standing up and looking through the hole where the bullet had dug into the wall. Suddenly a noise of crying caught her ears. With a raised eyebrow the redhead went towards the sound which was coming from her Go Box. Sitting down on the bed next to it as she Braught the mic to her lips. "Hello? If this is someone in need of help and haven please reply" The pale beauty said into the mic very calm. Cautious of not wanting to alert that bitch from earlier.
Becky was sad, she knew the woman before her was responsible for the death of her father. All she had left was her bag with the items guards had not confiscated. She had the family tree her dad had mapped out as they attempted to find lost family. Her dad was born in London, yet lived in America for 24 years.
She was trying to avoid breaking down when she heard a voice on the radio. She picked it up and headed to Lucy's bedroom shutting the door behind her "Hello? Who is this? Are you one of them?" Becky was not sure if the other person was a member of this tyrannical group. Maybe it was a trap.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jul 30, 2015 20:10:56 GMT -5
The blue eyed young woman blinked in surprise as she half expected to hear some goon of there's. Instead she was greeted with a questioning young woman's voice. "Overseer Francesca of Outpost and New Arrivals of the Hive" she said in a kind and calm tone. "And if my guess is correct you were that poor woman that was taken into the trunk of that vehical yes?" Fran said calmly. "I intend to help you. But your going to have to help us ok?"
Becky was still suspicious. She saw a bottle of water and took a sip, being careful to leave it as she found it. Becky eventually composed herself and spoke "They killed my father an hour or two ago now and then dumped me in this office... What should I do? Do I try escape... do I try and get rid of her..."
Becky then heard below voices and opened another door heading through " to a secondary room, it had pictures and photographs of people left right and center. A man in army gear with another who had blonde hair. Two women in a big car, one not much older than Rebecca. An African American man. All had names beneath. She then saw a picture of a girl with ginger hair with Bee written below.
"I have found a creepy room... really weird. They have photos of people about the city... People who I dont think are members of this group"
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Aug 5, 2015 20:00:03 GMT -5
"No don't try anything yet. Things are tense and they will be expecting for you to try escaping at this time. Just try doing whatever they ask of you to not rise suspison or get yourself killed" The ginger told the girl in a slightly commanding tone but it was mostly out of worry for her life.
It it took her a moment to reply as she had walked with her Go Box in hand. Listening to the girl tell her of a weird room. "don't touch anything or else they may know of you being in there.. But what you could do is not do anything dangerous for now and tell me what you saw when we make contact again? So my group will know the building that we may need to infiltrate if it got to that point." Fran told the girl as she was taken back to the base.
Becky tried to calm down "Okay, I havent seen much so far as they had a bag on my head. They have a big elevator which is run by a generator... I keep getting warned about the wall... and they have a lot of people here." Becky then heard a door slam on the floor below and panic'd.
She spoke into the radio "I think shes coming back... I have to go. I hope I can help you but Im really scared right now. She seems freakin' nuts" She was carrying the radio back to the table knowing she had maybe a minute until Lucy returned leaving some time for any last message from Francesca.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Aug 14, 2015 18:07:28 GMT -5
Francesca could hear the fear and worry in the poor woman's voice through the radio on her end. Biting her lip as it wasn't hard to guess that the bitch from earlier was coming back. "Just Breath and be Brave. Contact me when you can. I'm always here listening." The ginger said calmily in a tone that was trying to comfort the girl before her end went off. Pale hands rubbed the beautiful redheads face as she couldn't believe how the world had changed so much.
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