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| TWO: The City | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 5 2014, 05:46 AM (2,767 Views) | |
| Rob | Feb 5 2014, 08:59 PM Post #151 |
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Ben completed the removal of the safe, pocketing the bolts will glee, and re-holstering his screwdriver. The safe was small, maybe one and a half cubic feet and he grinned, "Are you lot done?" he asked, "I'm going to take you over to Rob's group, so I can run this out to transport." |
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| PandaGirl | Feb 6 2014, 12:12 AM Post #152 |
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Abby Gingerly took the bag from the Major and walked over to see what things Gene was collecting. He seemed to be collecting everything and she wondered where he was going to keep everything he found. She smiled at him and picked up a few medical records off the floor, adding them to the piles of paperwork. |
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| Nikki | Feb 6 2014, 12:33 AM Post #153 |
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Neena looked up from where she was and over towards Ben, clutching the book she had found in one of her hands. He said books right? And this certainly was a book. It may have not been anything medical, but as it seemed books were just good enough as well. "Yeah, I'm done it seems," she said, standing up. |
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| crapshoot | Feb 6 2014, 05:57 AM Post #154 |
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Gene had an assortment of items in his arms; bags, tissues, documents, even a few CDs. That should be enough, I think he grinned awkwardly as ... Abby, he thinks, approached him. --- "Aaaaaaa .... just got a tummy ache ....... s'all ........ hehe ...." Josie looked up at the nurse with a cringed smile. |
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| Rob | Feb 6 2014, 06:05 AM Post #155 |
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"Good," Weaver grinned, "Come on then." He lead the pair out into the hall, checking first for indigious wildlife and finding none, and over to the other door, shouldering it open and finding Rob's gun pressed to his forward. "Nice reflexes, Major," he muttered as Rob pulled it away and holstered it. "I'm dumping my peons on you for a minute, dropping this safe at the transport. Shouldn't be long." Rob nodded, "Be quick." And then closed the door behind Ben, to continue his searching. While he was over-the-moon with having Manny back with his group, he was also annoyed with it since it disrupted his focus. But it's a nice disruption. |
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| PandaGirl | Feb 6 2014, 06:17 AM Post #156 |
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Abby grabbed a CD from the top of the pile that Gene held. They had faded out after the war since power was limited and batteries where rare. She read the label attached to the cover with curiosity. It was just a sticker that read "24 week ultrasound DVD- Thompson baby". Abby shivered and placed it back on Gene's pile. "Creepy" she said quietly. She didn't mind babies, but unborn babies freaked her out a little. |
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| crapshoot | Feb 28 2014, 03:10 AM Post #157 |
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Peons. Gene couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment at that term, and let a bitter snicker escape from his mouth. He quickly perked up and looked around nervously in fear of being heard. It's not their fault. Don't like it? You've only got yourself to blame. "Creepiness is underrated ..." Gaze fixed on the roof, Gene remarked absently as Abby took a look at one of the CDs. He smiled and slid down a wall to a sitting position to rest his arms from carrying the load. |
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| Noodles | Mar 4 2014, 04:37 PM Post #158 |
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Emmanuel poked around the room with near-extreme caution. Working with the Doc had him acquainted with the drug, but the doctor had never let him near enough those patients to be good friends with it. Still, he could remember their visible symptoms and wanted to keep as far away from the drugs as possible. He glanced at Neena a few times, noticing that she had collected some things. He had yet to find anything other than a broken stapler, bet and rusty staples scattered across the floor, and some dusty sheets of paper. He picked up a couple of fat-barreled pens and scribble on a sheet. The ink flow was weak, but working. Then Weaver was taking them back to Rob's group before he could find anything actually worthwhile. He hurried to stay with them. He absolutely did not want to be alone. He was too nervous to properly acknowledge Rob, so he shuffled around the room with his hand tightly clenched around the pens. Even Gene had found some stuff, but he was too wound up to properly look around. He heard crack and hissed in pain when the noise came with a stinging on his hand. He dropped the snapped pens to bring his cut fingers to his mouth. Damn plastic must have been really old. He stared angrily at the broken pieces as he sucked the blood on his pointed finger. Really hope it's not covered in disease. A glint among the shards caught his eye, and he popped the finger out of his mouth. He bent down and gingerly shifted the shards until he saw a this slip of paper rolled around the ink cartridge of one pen and a small silver key peeking out of half the barrel of another. "Well, hello..." he muttered. He picked up the paper and unrolled it. Written in faded blue ink was a series of numbers, broken into five lines, each line having three groups of two numbers. Codes. "Hey Gene,"he said, not wanting to bother the major. He got to his feet and walked over to Gene and Abby. "Is this useful?" |
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| Rob | Mar 4 2014, 06:10 PM Post #159 |
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Weaver made it down to the transport without disruption, dropping off the findings in a side storage compartment. He stepped inside to check on Alex, but she was asleep. That wasn't terribly surprising, considering she'd driven the whole distance. But she was used to that sort of thing, she'd come to the city as often as Weaver, and probably more than. He pulled a blanket up over her, and placed food on the seat next to her, so when she awoke she wouldn't have to go very far to find a meal. And then he headed back up. It was quiet, probably the quietest trip to the city that he'd ever experienced, so he was on extra guard, just waiting for something to happen. -- Rob heard the crack, his hand reflexively going for his holster, but he stalled it as he spotted Manny. Normally Rob wouldn't give two thoughts about noobs being nervous on their first trips, that's just the way it was, but seeing Manny's face as a playground for that fear, pulled on his heart strings. Rob bit his lip, forced himself to look away. He couldn't be distracted. This was a dangerous place and he needed to keep his focus. He moved off to the left, toward a tall white cabnit. He picked the lock, then pulled the wide doors open. It was empty, but he half-expected it would be. He was about to abandon it to leaf through a pile of papers he spotted under a desk, but then noticed something. "Abigail," he called, "When you have a minute, please come here." |
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| crapshoot | Mar 5 2014, 11:02 AM Post #160 |
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Gene's eyes shot up at the cracking sound as the pen snapped. He flashed a quick grin as he saw Emmanuel, but he looked up uneasily as somehow, the pen shattered and injured him. They shattered. For some reason, Gene's thoughts latched onto the simple phenomenon of shattering pens like a child learning a new word. He chuckled. He was snapped out of it as Emmanuel came over and greeted him, holding a piece of paper that looks like it was rolled up and stored in the pen. Is this useful? "I'd hang onto it," Gene replied, eyeing his pile of random items in his arms nervously. "But then, it looks like I'd hang onto anything ..." He gazed back at the ceiling and gave a faint chuckle. |
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| Noodles | Mar 5 2014, 02:12 PM Post #161 |
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Emmanuel smiled nervously and pocketed the slip. "Well, you've found some cool stuff," he said. He ran a finger down the edges of the stack of CDs Gene had. "I can't believe all this stuff actually meant something to someone forever ago." He shook his head and bent down to swipe up the key. He turned it over in his hands, but it was unmarked. It could've been used to open anything, but, judging from the state of the hospital, Nomine really needed it anymore. Nevertheless, he put that, too, in his pocket. He glanced at the major, wondering what he needed Abby for and if it would be lame to kind of hover behind him and check out what he found. He shook his head and instead started rifling through some drawers. One of the drawers had a padded bottom with depressions that indicated it one held tools, most most were missing. He picked up a dusty pipette and a tuning fork, overlooked by whoever had been here before. Hopefully he wouldn't drop it. |
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| Nikki | Mar 9 2014, 09:56 AM Post #162 |
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The girl nodded her head slightly as she followed behind Weaver. For such a mission is what was said to be quite a 'dangerous' city, there sure wasn't a whole lot of danger going on. She wasn't complaining at all, finding medical supplies was always a needed thing, but she could have only imagined at least something more interesting going on. The only thing that was even heard, was either the suffuling of papers or the footsteps of the people making those sounds. All nice, but all too quite as well. It was better than coming here and being shot at and though she'd never been shot at before, she only could imagine that it was something that would be quite terrifying. Nothing like pieces of metal coming at you at racing speeds that could kill you. Neena certainly didn't expect the gun the Major pulled out, but all for the better right? Better safe than sorry they always say. With a heavy sigh she walked into the room, after things seemed to be all well with the two males. The one thing that made her cringe, was being called a 'peon'. Just the sound of the word was downgrading and insulting. She would have to remind herself to do something out that later, in the mean time she might as well help search around this room. |
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| crapshoot | Mar 9 2014, 11:59 AM Post #163 |
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Gene is getting the feeling Emmanuel and the major was sidestepping each other, which felt uncomfortable. How could people who were so close to each other just moments ago act like they're afraid of each other? Is it because everyone was awake and watching now? Even then, working together on a mission is nothing embarrassing. Is it? Does having a relationship change that much? Trying to play matchmaker now, are we? his thoughts snarked. Gene chuckled. Sure, he would love to share his insights, but like hell he had the guts to say anything. Even when they were so comfortable around him, unlike everyone else. He was still afraid. It's not like he knew anything about love anyway. His "insights" are probably just dumb stuff everyone knows about already. He noticed he's been sitting idly against a wall, and might get chided for it. He shrank back against the wall, hiding behind his stack of random items, hoping not to be noticed. His judgment was never the best in scavenging missions anyway. Hopefully Major Oliver understands. |
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| PandaGirl | Mar 9 2014, 12:50 PM Post #164 |
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Abby, who was standing near the others, was off in her own little world examining everything she could see. She snapped out of it a little too fast when her name was called and jumped a little. "er, alright" Abby said as she slowly walked over to where the Major stood. She smiles sweetly and wondered why she was called. |
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| Rob | Mar 9 2014, 04:48 PM Post #165 |
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(you are not getting away that easily Gene :D) "Thank you," Rob smiled to her. He was pleased, she didn't seem to be as nervous as the others and he mentally predicted that she would do about as good as Weaver climbing through the ranks, especially if the cool demeanour wasn't just for show. Honestly, he'd been fairly impressed with the Private ever since he noticed her antics with the flag game. "There's something on top of this cabnit," he explained. "I'll give you a boost, and you climb up and see what it is." He couldn't tip the cabnit and knock whatever-it-was down, because it could be sensitive materials, and he didn't trust the sturdiness of either chair in the room to stand on it to see. And the cabnit was quite tall, so he didn't figure he could see to the top anyways even if he did stand on a chair. "Gene," Rob called, "Come over here, and help me boost Abby up." --- Weaver crossed into the front door, and a sound pulled him out of his focus. "I totally called it," he muttered to himself. He drew his pistol, moving toward the sound with a practiced silence, walking slow and easy enough that his boots didn't make a sound on the tiled floor. He heard it again, a light footstep possibly, and reached a door- to some sort of staircase, leading upward and down to the basement. The door opened before he could do much more and he came face to face with big brown eyes beyond a fox mask. (Noodle, is that cool? If you want me to change it, I can.) Edited by Rob, Mar 9 2014, 04:49 PM.
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