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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 5, 2011 5:44:54 GMT -5
Inez was having trouble leaving beind Cel but when she had been out of reach with a .50 calibur weapon, her father started pulling on her arm, forcing her to leave. When they'd got to the truck Inez climbed on inside while her father started easing the truck back and then forward, slamming into three of the corpses. One the way passed Cel, Inez stuck her head out, waving her hands.
"Thanks for everything, ma'am!!" she yelled out, smiling. With that, the truck drove out of sight.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 5, 2011 5:57:19 GMT -5
Cel raised a hand, saluting to the girl, before continuing the extermination of the swarming infected around her. Once she'd killed off nearly half of them, Cel climbed back down into the APC and closed the hatch above her. Cel started the engine and drove forward, plowing through the remaining infected, driving off at full speed. She hopped the curb and flower bed that lined the parking lot once more and drove out into the street.
Cel knew she'd hear from the girl and her father again. After all, she gave the girl her frequency and they most certainly had a radio.
[END OF ROLEPLAY] [/color]
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 16, 2012 23:50:27 GMT -5
[Roger and Crowley have arrived at the Elementary School]
About an hour or two into the ride out of Raccoon and Arklay, Crowley had began to recognize the area around her as Stoneville. The entire ride was quiet, save for the environment noises and the bike, not to mention her arms felt stiff from keeping them around Roger's waist for so long.
Looking around, she'd wanted to ask where they were going but before she had the chance, an image came into view down the road. The Elementary school down the road had two trucks and a large 18 wheeler parked infront of it, a group of people were standing around, well armed too.
Not feeling social, Crowley could only sigh when Roger had decided to slow down and ultimately stop infront of the school.
Removing her arms from his waist, she'd began to move them around, grabbing at her injured shoulder and clutching it tightly. It beginning to ache again.
"Alot of people..." she commented, removing the helmet from her head.
"Yeah, thats kinda the point I think. Safety in numbers. They also trade with anyone who wants to, and they got a doctor, so we can get you checked out," Roger informed her, as he dismounted his bike.
"I already figured it was a checkpoint..." she said, getting off the bike after. She'd continued to hold onto her arm and stood nearby the bike, trying to get a good look at everyone that stared back at them, at her, questioningly.
"I'll wait here," she mumbled. There were two big men with AK-47's standing near the big trading truck. A lone mercenary had been pacing around the pick up trucks, never taking his eyes off of her.
They were a paranoid bunch, but it was understandable, just uncomfortable.
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Post by Ion on Oct 17, 2012 22:34:34 GMT -5
As soon as Roger stepped off his bike, he was instantly greeted by the men guarding the pick up trucks and the supplies.
"Well look who it is, Frank!"
"Rogeeeerrr! Buddy! What's happenin' bro?"
"Hey guys, can you get the doc? The lady I have with me's just been in a chopper crash and spent the night in a dumpster hiding from walkers," Roger asked, while pointing his thumb back at Allison.
The two men looked back at her and then at Roger. "Sure, sure, whatever ya say, Roger," Frank said, winking and nudging the man while the other guy went off to fetch Doctor Clarke.
"So is she a drop off too?" he went on to ask.
"I dunno, she don't talk much cept when she's being stubborn," Roger chuckled. Looking back at her, she seemed pretty uneasy.
"Ooh, a feisty one! You got your work cut out for ya, Roger," Frank laughed. As he did, a woman had came wandering in their direction carrying a bag with her.
"Roger, good to see you again!" she said, smiling at him.
"Good to see you too Heather," Roger said going to go shake her hand. The doctor looked down at his hands and then back up at him. "Mm, no...You're not sterile. Good to see you anyway," she told him, looking around him.
"So where's the patient?"
Roger dropped his hand and pointed back at Allison. "Right over there. I treated her best I could, but we didn't really have much to go by."
Heather glanced over and squinted an eye. "Well why hasn't she come over here? I can't treat her over there....HEY! YOU! BY ROGER'S BIKE! GET OVER HERE!"
Roger furrowed his brow and pursed his lips as Doctor Clarke screamed right by his ear.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 17, 2012 22:47:02 GMT -5
Eventually, Doctor Clarke had went on to treat the mercenary the best to her ability. The back of the pick up truck had a clean mat on it and what looked like craft paper rolled over it. It wasn't very comfortable to sit on the entire treatment but she made due.
Crowley had moved her arm over her slinged up arm and looked back at the physician. Needless to say, she felt a lot better with a clean face, wounds and fixed shoulder.
"Thank you for treating me, Doctor Clarke," she said lowly, looking herself over. "I'm sorry, I don't have anything to exchange for your services," she told her. The other woman chuckled and batted a hand at her.
"Oh don't worry about it, Allison. You were hurt and I couldn't just let anyone walk around in a condition like yours," she told her, patting her on the back gently. Going through her large bag, she'd shuffled through the ziplock bags she'd had, reading through the sharpie written text labeling them.
"Let's see...here you go, there's ten in there, space them out. Within a two week's time span, you can remove the sling. There aren't any broken bones and with this perscription, you should be fine. Make sure you eat something before taking them," she explained.
Crowley blinked and looked down at them. "What are they?" she asked.
"Methadone. I know, it's an older drug, but I guarantee it will work in relieving pain, reducing swelling and won't make you feel like you've been hit by a truck," she joked. Crowley shook her head. Doctor or not, she didn't like taking perscription anything.
"I'll be fine. Save that for another patient...thanks though," she mumbled. Clarke sighed and turned to Roger, handing them over to him.
"Make sure she takes these, please," she said, smiling.
"Uh, I'm not sure if I'm the right man for the job," Roger said, reluctantly.
Crowley glanced at him then at the doctor. "I don't need a baby sitter and I don't need medication," she told the doctor, bluntly. Dr.Clarke looked back at the woman and scoffed.
"Movement with your right arm is limited for the time being and you're walking with a limp. And I'm not mistaken, you look like you haven't eaten or slept in days. You need supervision," she told her, sternly.
Crowley went on to open her mouth in defiance but was isntantly silenced by the doctor.
"Unless you plan on staying with our group then you need to be looked after, properly. Are you staying with the group?" she asked.
"No but I--"
"Then listen to Roger. He'll most likely bother you and follow you around until your better, anyways," she told her. From there, Crowley had been, well, speechless...Unsure of what to say, not even sure how she was the slightest bit intimidated, like a child scolded by their mother, she'd only nodded.
"Alright."
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Post by Ion on Oct 17, 2012 23:00:12 GMT -5
Roger wisely stayed out of the conversation until the doctor had finished telling Allison that he'd have to follow her around until she gets better.
"So uh, guess I'm your chaffeur then huh?" Roger asked while stepping forward, tentatively.
Allison had been looking down at her swinging feet. "Guess so."
"So uh, do you have somewhere to be, or can we rest and refuel here?" he asked. His gaze drifted over to one of the mercs grilling meat on a small pit.
"I strongly suggest you eat something, Allison," the doctor told her while she packed her things up.
"We can eat," she told Roger.
"Great! I hope I didn't fill up on Sno Caps and Ike and Mikes..."
"Mike and Ikes, Roger," Allison corrected, wandering over to the food.
"Yeah, it's what I said, Ike and Mikes, Mike and Ikes, same thing, right?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 17, 2012 23:06:33 GMT -5
Allison sighed and looked onward at the fold up tables and chairs being laid about with other people in line to get something to eat. She couldn't help but feel uneasy especially now that the doctor of this checkpoint had indefinitely made Roger her keeper. She was right though, she was injured and she did need food and she did need some rest. Putting up with it for a week or so shouldn't be too hard.
Glancing at Roger she'd shook her head. Mr. Hero was a very nice person, it was going to take some getting used to and less manipulation if needed.
Once they'd gotten through the long line, they'd gotten a seat at one of the cramp tables. Crowley looked down at the food she had on her plate, it was a small portion of some meat she was unsure of, maybe beef or venison accompanied with a bag of potato chips and a bottle of water.
She wasn't in a place to be picky anyway. It smelled great and she was starving.
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Post by Ion on Oct 17, 2012 23:30:52 GMT -5
Roger sat down next to Allison, with someone else taking a seat besides him soon after. The tables were pretty packed and there wasn't much elbow room, but Roger did his best to accomidate.
"You uh, need some help with that?" he asked, looking over at Allison trying to cut her meat.
"No, no, I've...got it..." she mumbled before getting slightly frustrated. "Okay, sure."
Roger smiled a little as he took her plate. She had an independant streak a mile wide and it never let up, and Roger couldn't help but find it cute as she struggled to cut a steak with no elbow room and her arm up in a sling.
"So uh, since we're gonna be spending some time with each other, I gotta ask, what happened?"
"With what?" she asked, watching him struggle with the steak cutting.
"At the carnival. How'd you end up in a dumpster with two bullet wounds in chest next to a crashed chopper? Seems like it'd be some story..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 17, 2012 23:46:11 GMT -5
Allison had been waiting for that question to come up but she honestly expected it earlier than it was. So she was still a little surprised when he asked. Shifting in her seat, she'd shrugged.
"I don't really remember," she simply said.
"Heh, I'd like to think I'd remember if I got into a mess that big," Roger said laughing a little and placing her steak on her plate. "I guess it doesn't matter much so long as your alright."
Allison looked down at the cut up meat and started taking multiple stabs at them and quickly popping them in her mouth. It was a little gamey, therefore she immediately recognized it to be deer. Didn't matter, it was hot, fresh, food.
"Thank you," she said after swallowing some food. She'd taken a swig of water and sighed. "It's pretty hard to get rid of me," she commented with a little spark of humor.
"Apparently, I just met you and I'm stuck with you," Roger joked, laughing a bit and tearing into his own steak.
"Yeah, that happens sometimes," she responded, getting into the potato chips now. "What about you? What were you doing following crashing choppers?" she asked.
Between bites of venison, Roger responded, "I was just passing through when I saw the smoke from the crash. Figured someone might've survived, and if they did, they'd need some help."
Allison listened to his story and looked down at her plate. "Guess it's a good thing you did. I needed a little extra help getting out," she said.
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Post by Ion on Oct 17, 2012 23:59:44 GMT -5
POP! Roger began crunching on some chips as he continued. "So, what do you remember doing before your unfortunate run in with the ground?"
"I ran a group of mercs," she told him.
"I can guess how this story ends," Roger said a little lowly. If she ran with mercs, it wasn't a big leap of the imagination to see what would lead to Allison shot and shot down.
"Yeah..." she trailed off, quietly. "They were good men and women, the best you'd find...." she went onto say.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know them, but if they were anything like Frank, Johnny, or the rest of the guys here... I just know how people get when they've been at it for so long. They get close."
Allison had gotten up from her seat, taking her trash into her left arm. "They were practically family," she said.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 18, 2012 0:08:48 GMT -5
After throwing away her trash, Crowley had wandered over to one of the mercs infront of the school. She was feeling pretty beat and at this point, she didn't want to talk about anything other than sleeping and getting up the next day.
"Can you tell me where we can sleep?" she asked.
The man looked at her and then gestured to the school. "Yeah, my men went in and secured the building, set up some mats and blankets in the classrooms. Just head on in, pick a spot and pass out," he explained.
Crowley nodded and wandered on back to Roger. "I'm gonna get some rest, Roger," she told him.
"Alright, um, goodnight then," he said, struggling with what to say. She'd turned to leave but then stopped after a step or two.
"Don't worry about bringing up my mercs. It's just one of those things I've got to deal with in time," she said to him in an attempt to soothe his guilt.
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Post by Ion on Oct 18, 2012 0:25:17 GMT -5
A short while later, Roger followed suit after Allison into the school. Some caravaners were just waking up, gossiping with the dayshifters and switching rifles in the halls.
Roger stepped into one of the open classrooms a guard was standing besides and found a mat to settle down on. He couldn't see Allison anywhere in the room. She must've picked a different class.
After a few minutes a loud voice came down over the intercom.
"Is this thing on? Check. Check. Good. Alright, we've got some first timers with the caravan so this is for you. We've got trucks and guns surrounding the school, and we'll have them up all night, so you don't have to worry. However, in the case of an emergency, the alarm will sound and you are to be up and moving immediately. Get out, and get to your truck or vehicle A.S.A.P. We're gonna be doubling up on the guard while we're in the area since the S.P.D. has been hit by a horde of B.O.W.s... you can thank a Mister Tom and Rebecca Daggit for that bit of info, we just picked them up yesterday... and that should be it. Stay in bed, we got a curfew and we don't need our guards getting their sleep ruined, and goodnight."
Roger got as comfortable as you could get on a classroom floor before the lights went out. Soon however, sleep took him for it's own.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 18, 2012 0:35:57 GMT -5
When Crowley first entered the classroom, she was completely alone save for a lady laying down some of the mats. She'd been going over the conversation she had with Roger. It was pleasant up until her mercs had gotten brought up. It wasn't his fault, he didn't mention them. She did. Still, she hadn't given them much thought since she came to, earlier that afternoon.
Daryl was gunned down in Vegas, her own doing. Bianca was shot in the crossfire of the SPD attack, which she had launched. Irving had been killed by Anna McGraw, a grudge against her that she created herself. And Li was probably dead after diving into the SPD to save Bianca. They died due to her poor leading skills.
The woman laid on her back, staring up ath the classroom ceiling. The lights were dim so they weren't bothering her too much.
After a little while, people gathered in the room to sleep. Then she'd heard the intercome cut on and a winded organized announcement came over the intercom about the armed guards outside and in the halls of the school, the curfew and how Tom Daggit was alive and inside the building. Infact, he'd told them all about the attack on the SPD.
'Goddamit....Tom... she thought to herself, grinding her teeth. There was no way in hell she was safe in this building with Tom there. But then, she wasn't in the physical condition to escape. Unless...
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Post by Ion on Oct 18, 2012 0:46:48 GMT -5
"Roger, can you please report to the front of the school, your wife is looking for you."
Roger woke up as the speaker crackled on, but he didn't hear the message and layed his head back down, mildly annoyed. After a few minutes, the intercom started up again, bothering the rest of the civilians trying to sleep as well. "Roger, please report to the front of the school, immediately."
"ROGER GO TO THE FRONT OF THE GODDAMN SCHOOL ALREADY!" someone finally yelled, throwing a pencil at him.
Roger rolled over and got up, very annoyed and confused, but moving towards the front of the school. When he got there, he was greeted with two armed guards and Allison. One of the men, who he hadn't recognized, had spoke up.
"Dude, we've been calling on your for the passed three minutes. Your wife was worried," he said, gesturing to Allison who'd sported a small grin.
"Uh huh, and why were you worried honey?" Roger said, tossing his head about and before landing his gaze on Allison.
She'd looked over at the two guards and scoffed out loud. The two men sighed and wandered on back down the hall to patrol it once more. When they were away, she'd looked back at Roger.
"We need to leave. Now."
"Alright, but would you mind telling me why?" Roger asked, straightening up a bit.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 18, 2012 0:55:20 GMT -5
Crowley had gripped onto her wounded arm again and pushed her hip into the bar of the front doors, pushing them open. "I'll tell you when we get far away from here," she said, holding the door open for him.
"Whatever you say, darling," Roger replied, chuckling a bit.
As they ascended the steps of the school, she'd somehow, ended up crossing paths with Tom Daggit and his wife. When they were close enough, they inevitably locked eyes. Just as Tom opened his mouth to say something, Crowley balled up her fist and socked him in the gut as she continued walking passed.
When he was winded, he'd grabbed at his stomach and dropped to his knees, his wife screeching and grabbing at his shoulders.
"After you, Roger," she said, walking upto the bike.
"You're gonna have some 'splainin' to do woman," Roger told her in a horrendously bad accent as he put his helmet on and revved up his bike.
Crowley climbed up on the bike, behind him, pulling the Merlin helmet on and wrapping her good arm around his waist again.
"After you explain to me why this helmet exists in your possession," she cracked as they rode off.
[Roger and Crowley have left the Elementary school]
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