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Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 1, 2016 15:06:19 GMT -5
As the firetruck made its' way down the long bridge that connected Rikers Island to the rest of what was formerly New York City, Stephanie looked around from her perch and began to relax a bit; although everything looked menacing and hostile, there was also - to her mind, at least - a sense of safety and stability, two things very lacking in the world these days. Looking around, she also noted just how desolate things looked, thinking, talk about being out on an island...
Looking around at everyone in the back of the firetruck, she motioned towards the island and said to them, "We're just about there, folks....we're just about there."
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jan 2, 2016 16:15:38 GMT -5
The redhead left the hospital with a shake of her head. Hearing a few voices talking on her radio during the discussion at the cafeteria but it wasn't the time to talk. Bringing the walkie talking towards her lips as a flashlight was shined on her face. "Fran we have guest coming." The guard said gruffly. Light blue eyes looked behind him at the semi illuminated town. Watching a few of the stragglers from the fight earlier go into the ward for care. Francesca nodded her head slowly before walking past him. Taking a long walk toward the chain gate at the end of the big bridge. Peeking through the sheet metal covering it for cover watching the fire truck. "Did the crew sent down to the generators got them working again?" Raising a brow before the lights came on again after shutting off during the fight in Manhattan. Smiling as the guards gathered up around the gates armed. The ginger herself listened to a few leaders of the squads around tell their teams what the drill was. "We greet them. Offer them a goddamn fruit basket out of kindness like we always do. The doctors will take care of the family and friends you all have back in the hospital." She said loud enough for the group to hear. "We don't have fruit Overseer Francesca" Scanning the crowd of people for the culprit. Only seeing a lot of faces who were forcing back laughter. Turning away before backing off from the gates watching a few men open up the gates so the truck could come through. Biting her lip slowly before deciding to check up on the folks arriving with the help of the walkie talkie. "Daniel is everyone coming ok? We got a lot of folks here anxious"
Post by Michael Guarnere on Jan 2, 2016 16:53:58 GMT -5
Michael was sat and had a hand on his wound still. He leant out the window getting some fresh air and held a grimace on his face. He didn't like going into this kind of community. No matter how nice people seemed he knew that each group had local rules, hidden secrets. There was no such thing as a perfect community. He wanted to rest up and leave.
Mike heard the radio and chuckled "Anxious... That psycho woman for what I know made it out. This city just saw a hell fire of gunfire advertising a mass presence here to every person walking LIVING or DEAD for ten miles. A lot of shit is about to come this way."
Seeing the gates of the island's main sally port coming up, Daniel smiled at the sight and thought to himself, Home sweet home, as the firetruck came to a stop at the entrance gate; beyond it, he could see a couple dozen Islanders watching them, wondering just who in the hell was coming. Rolling down the side window as they came to a stop, Daniel yelled to the gate guard, "I know we lost a few people in the battle earlier, but did everyone else make it back here?"
"Yeah, they did," the guard replied, adding, "Francesca's been worrying herself sick over you and your people since she got back, calling up here every so often--"
Biting her lip slowly before deciding to check up on the folks arriving with the help of the walkie talkie. "Daniel is everyone coming ok? We got a lot of folks here anxious"
Motioning to the guard, Daniel said, "Yo, Streetbike Tommy, give me your damn radio," not wanting to have to dig out his own radio from its' belt holster; after a moment's hesitation, the guard - a former BMX bikeman in the old world - handed Daniel his shoulder mic, standing right next to the firetruck as Daniel keyed the mic. "Francesca, this is Daniel. We made it back; besides myself, I've got three soldiers with me - the four of us are okay. We've also got..." pausing to count everyone else on the firetruck, whispering, "We've got Roman, Michael, Albert...Stephanie, Tory, Kevin, Vince, Ozzy...eight people, I think?", he whispered to himself..... "....we've also got eight others as well; at least two are injured that I know of; one's a gunshot wound, the other has physical wounds consistent with a beating of some sort, so have the hospital standing by. Daniel out."
Handing the guard back his radio, Daniel pointed over towards one of the nearby numerous buildings. "Roman, pull up next to that one building over there; that was the former Intake & Reception Center back when Rikers' was a jail; we use it for receiving visitors to the Island, as a meeting area for Island meetings, for briefings every so often before we go off-the-island...just pull up over there and we'll go from there, okay?" sitting back in his perch and began relaxing for the first time in what seemed and felt like forever....
Mike heard the radio and chuckled "Anxious... That psycho woman for what I know made it out. This city just saw a hell fire of gunfire advertising a mass presence here to every person walking LIVING or DEAD for ten miles. A lot of shit is about to come this way."
Chuckling for a moment at Michael's words, Daniel leaned forward in his perch. "Tell us something we don't already know," letting the man's dig at Francesca slide for the time being. "Here's the thing, though: there's only one physical connection linking Rikers' Island to the rest of the Big Apple and that's this very bridge we're on. The bridge is wired with explosives on the load-bearing components and in the event of an attack - by walkers, marauders, bandits, slavers, whatever comes our way - the gate guards can blow and knock the bridge into the water in less than thirty seconds. Now, that doesn't mean we couldn't evacuate the island if need be in other ways - there's boats and ferries on the other side of Rikers' for just that purpose - but it does mean that, if everything goes to pot out there, it'd be a long time before anyone or anything could get to us on the island."
Post by Tory Bournell on Jan 6, 2016 23:38:49 GMT -5
"How much longer do we have to wait until we can go in?," Tory asked from the backseat of the fire truck, rubbing her eyes awake after a short nap. She didn't feel any less tired, that was for sure. It was getting ever closer to night and she didn't want to stay in the open, for fear that what Mike was saying was true.
"They're gonna let us in right?" She worried she was asking too many questions, she'd been full of them lately, but the woman on the radio hadn't put her much at ease. Anxious? We're the ones outside the gate. She pulled out the chocolate bar Mike had given her earlier and broke off chunks, sharing with everybody else. Be patient, she reminded herself, they'd be inside soon enough.
Post by Roman Hughes on Jan 7, 2016 0:47:56 GMT -5
Roman breathed hard when they finally stopped and we just waiting for permission to enter. The ride had given a lot of time for him to think on what he wanted to do. Though staying with them was a good option and he liked it...he wasn't sure if staying in one place was something he liked about, especially since there could be more people that whoever was in charge of the slavees around. Since that gunfight they did, they made a lot of noise to atleast brig some attention to them so in his mind it was only a matter of time till they did finally show up.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 7, 2016 3:59:53 GMT -5
"How much longer do we have to wait until we can go in?," Tory asked from the backseat of the fire truck, rubbing her eyes awake after a short nap. She didn't feel any less tired, that was for sure. It was getting ever closer to night and she didn't want to stay in the open, for fear that what Mike was saying was true. "They're gonna let us in right?"
"Shouldn't be much longer," Stephanie said as the firetruck began to move once more, through the gate and over towards one of the nearby buildings, fighting the urge herself to yawn as she took a moment to look up skyward; even in the post-apocalyptic world, one still couldn't see anything of note in the sky. Thinking about Tory's last question, Stephanie added, "We're here, so I think that pretty much answers the question," looking around as they pulled up and stopped next to the building they'd driven to. Reading the well-faded words on one of the panels brought a quick laugh to Stephanie....of all the places we got to pull up to, its' the island's Intake Center? she thought...
Pulling away from the main gate, Daniel leaned back and tried to relax once more, feeling every bit of his five-decades plus age as the firetruck headed towards what had Rikers' Intake and Reception Center. Back when Rikers' was the largest jail in the U.S., this building served as the first stop for inmates throughout the Five Boroughs...nowadays, it served as a quasi-catchall building with meeting space, a mess hall area towards the rear....and my quarters, he reminded himself with a sly smile; his quarters were at the far back of the IRC, within walking distance of the Island's maintenance facilities and gun-training warrens and he was looking forward to getting some rest after everything that'd happened today.
As the firetruck pulled to a stop, Daniel brought his focus back to the present. "Alright, that's good, Roman, that's good," he said, climbing out of the firetruck. Seeing Roman's somewhat nervous expression as he began walking towards the IRC, he walked back over to talk to him and the others. "Here's what going to happen, ladies and gentlemen," he began, signaling for everyone in the back to listen as his trio of scavengers climbed out and began walking towards the building themselves. "Regardless of whether you live here - as I do - or whether you're visiting - as all of you are - everyone goes through the building there," pointing his thumb towards it, "for both a medical exam and a bite check to make sure the growlers out there didn't get a hold of you. If I remember correctly, there's two of you with gunshot wounds; the medics inside will take a look and work to get you healed up as quickly as possible. And in case you're wondering, we will try to get through that with as much privacy as possible in case you're worried about anything," glancing over at Tory and then over at Stephanie.
"There's a mess hall inside; judging by the time," pausing to look at his watch for a moment, "they've probably got a late supper out. Likely cold cuts, bread, fruit and drinks but this ain't Katz' Delicatessen so there's probably neither any beer nor any salami," eliciting a laugh from one of the guards who'd walked outside. Silencing the guard with a death glare, he continued. "There's visitors quarters inside; I can't promise you that its' the Waldorf-Astoria but the beds are comfortable. If there's any questions, don't hesitate to ask me or anyone else, but the sooner we can get through the medical and bite check parts, the better."
Al had stayed quiet most of the ride over, wasn't much to talk about. He was just glad to be out of the main part of the city, even if Mike was adamant about spending as little time there as possible. When the truck finally stopped he hopped off and looked around, whistling at the size of the place. "A lot nicer then the place I got thrown into when some body's of mine got our hands on some booze and took a joy ride. That place was barely a cell or two, certainly no big lobby." He listened as Dan explained the plan. "Alright then, let's get checked out by your medics so we can get some food then. Why are we still waiting around here?"
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Jan 7, 2016 13:48:10 GMT -5
"Why am I here again?" The dark eyed teen asked while running his fingers through his hair. Shifting his weight from one leg to another as he followed around one of the nurses. Cocking his head tot head to the side once he got no reply. "Because most of the medical staff are in the hospital taking care of the wounded." The older women named Gloria said with a groan. Omar couldn't remember if Gloria had any kin or someone who had happen to have joined int he fight. The teen gave a sympathetic smile just incase which made the Gloria laugh unusually. Omar kept behind the nurse none the less holding a lantern in one hand and a blade int he other. Groaning softly as he watched the new folk come with his head poked out of the entrance.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 7, 2016 23:34:15 GMT -5
Climbing down from her perch, Stephanie jumped down from the firetruck and began walking over towards the Intake Center building, her backpack slung over one shoulder, shotgun in hand and pistol still strapped to her thigh. Hearing Albert, she looked over at him and grinned, "It can't be bad inside; I've been here once or twice before," before bounding ahead and stepping inside. Turning around, she held the door open for everyone else, opting to wait until everyone stepped inside before continuing on further.
Post by Tory Bournell on Jan 8, 2016 0:04:50 GMT -5
Alright then, let's get checked out by your medics so we can get some food then. Why are we still waiting around here?"
"Alrighty," Tory replied as she hopped out of the truck with the others. Truth be told, she got nervous about the medical checks when Daniel looked at her and Steph, but she trusted him when he said they'd be private enough and she also wanted to get it over with...maybe Steph will go first if I ask her beforehand.
Looking towards the door, her heart skipped a beat. There was a face staring at them, a boy about her age peering out. Who is he? She was almost taken aback but instead offered a meek wave, waiting for the others to start moving towards the facility before approaching it herself. Something about the place being a prison facility gave her the creeps, though she didn't have to remind herself of the paradise supposedly waiting for them on the other side.
"Steph, will you go before me?" Tory asked as she passed through the door. She figured if Steph went first, it wouldn't feel so bad. The teen bit her bottom lip as she waited for more instructions. She didn't want to be strip searched if that's what was being implied, she was comfortable with her body but still, it was not a fun idea to her. And what if they went through her bag too? She didn't want anything to get lost. Can't they just take our word? Probably not, she figured, not in this world, I guess if this is what it takes... She held her breath and waited for the ice to be broken by the Riker's staff.
Last Edit: Jan 8, 2016 0:06:03 GMT -5 by Tory Bournell
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Jan 8, 2016 1:22:45 GMT -5
"Omar it's rude to stare." The redhead said in a shushed tone before checking to see what had the teen stareing. A smile cracked over the pale face as she noticed the blond girl. Lightly chuckling as her head went back inside along with the boys. Smiling at the frown on Omar's face as she turned around slowly shaking her head side to side. "Out of your league." Eyeing the medical staff that were about to laugh at her comment. Raising a brow at one of them silently asking if they forgot that they had guest. Twiddling her thumbs while she awaited for the new arrivals to walk through the door.
Looking up from her hands to watch the door open up. A cold breeze followed making the redhead regret not having put on a coat earlier. "Welcome to Rikers. I'm Overseer Francesca of Communications." Pausing for a moment so to not ever whelm anyone. "Simply put we require a medical checkup and bite check. A safety precautions in other words. Please cooperate and we will have no reason to be suspicious of you. Not cooperating will lead to the need for a strip search by a member of the medical staff of the same gender." Taking a moment to breath and to answer anything before continuing. "Injured will go first. We are low on staff members at the moment due to events earlier so we can only take as four at a time." Nodding her head after finishing her same old speech. Taking a step back as the four staff members stepped forward. The blue eyed women stood off behind them hoping that Daniel would get inside.
Stepping inside, Daniel looked at the guys and said, "If all of you will follow me, we'll get the checks out of way..." Shouting towards one of the nurses and motioning for her, he added, "Stephanie, Tory, one of the nurses will be with you shortly." Not waiting for Francesca's comments to everyone to finish, Daniel walked down the main hallway to one of the exam rooms and sat down inside. After a few minutes, one of the medics walked in, greeting him as he entered. "I see you made it back, Daniel," the medic said, clipboard in hand. "If you'll go ahead--"
"Oh, okay," Daniel replied as he began stripping down for the medical and bite check exam. Although it made him frankly a little uncomfortable doing so every time he came back to the Island, it was simply a part of the terrain one had to negotiate. "I hear Francesca was worried sick over me," he said as the exam began.
"You got that right," the medic said, examining Daniel's head and neck, then examining the upper body - the shoulders and arms - before continuing on. As he checked Daniel's heart and lungs with a stethoscope, he went on. "That was a helluva stunt you pulled out there, splitting your team up like you did--"
"Well, I had a suspicion that the main column was heading into an ambush - which, thankfully, never appeared - but I couldn't take the chance you know," Daniel said, pausing as the medic checked the abdomen and lower abdomen for anything out of the ordinary. Satisfied everything above the waist was in order, the medic motioned for Daniel to sit back down; once Daniel did so, the medic examined both legs for injuries before motioning for him to stand up so he could check the front and back of the legs for anything out of the ordinary. Satisfied things were in order, the medic signaled for Daniel to get dressed; as he made a few notes on his clipboard, he said, "Well, looks like you got a clean bill of health, dawg," the medic said as Daniel finished dressing.
Grabbing his gear, Daniel walked to the door. Pausing, he turned and asked, "How many did we lose, Erik?"
"About a dozen or so," the medic told him. "A few dozen wounded as well; most of them should pull through alright." After a few moments, Daniel turned back around and left the exam room, thinking to himself, Another day in the books...
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 8, 2016 2:14:21 GMT -5
"Steph, will you go before me?" Tory asked as she passed through the door. She figured if Steph went first, it wouldn't feel so bad. The teen bit her bottom lip as she waited for more instructions.
"Yeah, sure," Stephanie said, smiling as they stood and listened to Francesca's little spiel; to the older woman, it sounded almost what you'd read in a prison orientation handbook but she kept that thought to herself. Instead, she simply nodded and listened, remembering what Daniel had told them outside earlier.
After a few minutes, she had to suppress the urge to laugh as Daniel went ahead so that he could get his exam out of the way. Looking over, she saw how nervous Tory seemed and stood closer to her, adopting a protective appearance of sorts, both to try and calm Tory down some as they stood there and to try and project an image to the Island's inhabitants of "Back off from her." Standing there, Stephanie wondered to herself, "How long are we going to be standing here?"
Post by Michael Guarnere on Jan 8, 2016 20:04:58 GMT -5
Michael had followed along trying to avoid signs of weakness. Fact was he was now away from his home for two years. Entering this gateway building or whatever it was they asked that medics check them and that the wounded go first. Mike rolled his eyes yet got it over with quickly showing them his wound "In and out gun shot... can we..." He was interrupted by a young medic poking his wound "Arghhh What the f..." He tried to compose himself.
"Would you mind not poking my gun shot wound. See with your eyes." Mike was finally allowed to put his top back on. He knew the bullet went through quite clean. He had a minor incident with the walker but he was pretty sure he was not bit. Medics couldn't tell from the wound anyway.
He assumed they may try and make them leave their weapons and when tying his shoes hid a knife by his sock. He saw Tory looking nervous and did feel this was all a bit silly. You can tell when somebody is bit generally. A fever, pale skin, sweats, and weakness.
Post by Omar Clidesdal on Jan 9, 2016 11:16:33 GMT -5
The teens dark eyes had been watching the mini speech given by Francesca. Staying behind Gloria as they moved forward. He almost couldn't contain a chuckle when another medic poked the mans bullet injury. Smiling as he watched the man for a moment. Raising a brow at him before stepping toward him away from the nurse. "If you would please go to one of the exam rooms. I promise I won't poke your injury." The teen said before glaring at the other medic. Pointing off toward the hall Daniel had went down earlier. Feeling the watchful eyes of Gloria on him as the teen had neglected to ask if he could. Rolling his eyes at the older women reminding her that he wasn't her's to deal with. Biting his lower lip before walking toward the exam hall. Eyes looking at the new arrivals one by one before seeing the blonde girl again. He smiled and finally returned the wave she had done earlier. Turning his attention back to Micheal "Sorry for Walter. He isn't the brightest bulb at times"
Last Edit: Jan 9, 2016 11:22:06 GMT -5 by Omar Clidesdal
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 9, 2016 17:08:57 GMT -5
As she stood waiting her turn, one of the medics walked over to her. "If you'll follow me, we'll get your exam out of the way," she said.
Looking over at Tory, Stephanie said, "I'll be back in a few minutes, alright," smiling and giving the younger girl a friendly punch on the shoulder before stepping over to follow the medic to one of the exam rooms. Hearing Michael bitch and moan brought a sly grin to her lips; she thought to herself, Michael's being Michael, suppressing the urge to laugh at her friend's complaining.
Walking inside the exam room, the medic told her to sit on the exam table; hopping up on it, Stephanie took a few moments to size up the medic who'd be performing the medical and bite check exam on her. "Let me guess," Stephanie said as she took her jacket and long shirt off, revealing a white, sleeveless tee that left almost nothing to the imagination. Even in this day and age, appearances still matter, she mused, continuing with an almost deadpan tone. "Five-three, you're red-headed with an Irish temperament to go with it and you're into women, huh?"
That stopped the medic cold. Setting down her clipboard, she looked right at Stephanie with a stunned expression about her. "How'd you..." the medic asked as she began examining Stephanie for wounds and bite marks or bite scratches.
"Guess?" Stephanie replied in a sultry manner. "Well, if you're going to check another woman out like you were with me, take it from me: you might want to be less obvious about it..."
Thirty minutes later... Walking outside the exam room, gear and weapons in hand - and feeling a lot better than she had beforehand - Stephanie walked back to rejoin the others, thinking to herself, Glad to know I haven't lost my touch yet...maybe this place isn't so bad after all. Sitting down in one of the chairs in the main hallway, she waved over at Tory and said, "Grab a chair and relax; I think it's going to be a little while before they get through with all of us."
Ozzy kept to himself the whole ride, he felt distant from these people and that was because he knew he was different. Oz was a street kid all his life, grew up with kids just like him, and generally just did unorganized crime things. All this order was way new to him, so he hung around the fire truck as long as possible until he got the courage to go over and get checked.
Tucking his bag under his arm he made his way over, "Hey boss lady, do they check my shit too? My personal items? Feels like booking in county bruh."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on Jan 13, 2016 4:36:25 GMT -5
Watching all the activity around them, it took Stephanie a few moments to hear Ozzy's comments nearby; looking over, she whispered in a South Bawlmer tone, "Ozzy, cool it! Let's get through this; we've been through a ton of shit today and the last thing we need is to get everyone riled up 'round here." In a sense she understood where Ozzy was coming from; though they were from different worlds, Stephanie was a child of the streets too and she'd long grown used to having to street her way through situations high and low. On the other hand, she thought to herself, the last thing we need is to piss our hosts off...
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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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