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Post by Zoodle on May 24, 2007 14:16:18 GMT -5
OOC: Well, I don't think ADT will be doing anything until I remind him about it, so It's up to Blackninja or Shadie. Shadie just did it before me, so that narrows it down to Blacky. C(^_^)D (Four pages! Yay!)
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on May 24, 2007 16:54:04 GMT -5
Ooc: okei-day Ic: Fraya stopped at the edge of the driveway taking in everything. She looked from the van and it’s occupants to the boy standing out side the truck and finally at the two people inside of it. There seemed like an argument going on and she no longer wished to become involved. It was a little late for that though, the boy had already noticed her and watched her as if expecting something.
Fraya looked at the two in the truck for a minute before saying anything. “Is there a problem?” she asked trying to sound normal. She was sure that she didn’t look all that friendly at the moment and didn’t want them to get the wrong idea.
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Post by adterminal on May 25, 2007 15:49:41 GMT -5
OOC: Darn I missed a lot... Darn you Zoodle, I wanted to drive IC: "Are you um... gonna be erm.. okay?" Jack asked Cindy's dad. "I think... so." Said Cindy's dad, clutching his right side. Jack looked at Cindy. He saw that she was crying and tried to think of a way to comfort her. He slipped his arm through hers. "Don't worry, he'll be fine, we'll try to get him checked into a hospital or something until he's better." "Th-thank you." she said and pulled away from him. Jack returned his gaze at Cindys dad. Everyone was tending to his wound. Jack sat back down and thought. What could he do?
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 25, 2007 19:10:25 GMT -5
Tasha stopped her tyrade, silent for a minute.
"Someone's... dying?" she asked, a bit quiet.
"Dying?" Zach was incredulous. "Oh my God..."
Tasha wasn't sure how to react. Drake was so emotional, and loooking into the van as best as she could everyone inside seemed to be freaked out as well. She almost began to get a bit choked up but she stopped herself, not giving in to feeling, especially not at a time like this. She couldn't afford to let herself have any emotion on the subject.
"Right. Let me see him." She got out of the truck and went to the back, grabbing a small plastic box with a handle out of the bed of the pickup. "What happened? He... wasn't attacked by one of them, was he?" She hoped that he hadn't been, because if that was the case there was nothing that could be done.
OOC: I'm still thinking about it, and I'd have to ask the character's creator if she's okay with it, but there's another character I'm CONSIDERING bringing in. He's cool... though it may be too late now to bring him in. We'll see. This will probably be my last post on here until after the weekend, I'm going to be busy.
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Post by Shmoie on May 26, 2007 1:03:31 GMT -5
OOC: Who joo talkin' 'bout, Saydeh?!! Oh, hah, it's Tobias, isn't it. XD That'd be funny... though, you're right, it may be a little late.
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Cindy looked up as Tasha appeared outside the door of the van. Recognition clicked in her mind, and she thought numbly, Oh, it's that Tasha... of course, I remember now. The girl who's always talking about... She looked back down, her face burning. She'd made attempts in the past to come up to her during various classes and be friendly, she'd always felt bad that she didn't have any friends; but she'd never been met with much enthusiasm. She tried to push her feelings of panic and despair to the back of her mind, sniffling and wiping at her eyes - trying to pull herself together enough to answer Tasha's question. "Um..." she began quietly, "n-no; we were driving here and we g-got stopped b-by some..." a lump rose in her throat. "Some gang or s-something, and they sh-shot him..." A small sob escaped her lips, and she pressed her hands to her face. "I'm sorry..." she croaked. "I'm b-being, just... I'm sorry..."
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 26, 2007 2:26:30 GMT -5
"He... was shot? On your way here? How close were you? Why didn't you go to a hospital?!" Tasha was beginning to shout, completely unable to believe that they'd actually do something that stupid. She slid the van's door open and looked at the wound.
"This is a bullet wound to the abdomen, there's absolutely nothing I can do. I'm not a doctor for God's sake. If you had taken him to a hospital right away maybe he'd have a chance, but now? After waiting so long, he--" Tasha abruptly stopped speaking, realizing how insensitive she was really being. She looked up, realizing who the crying girl was. Gods, but she hated her. Cindy was one person she could absolutely not tolerate. Still, she looked absolutely terrified and Tasha could guess who this man was. "I'm sorry, but there's just nothing I can do for him." Stepping away with her box in hand she pulled Drake aside.
"Listen." She said quietly, sure to be out of earshot of Cindy. "He's not going to make it. He's gone untreated way too long. You could try to take him to a hospital, but I really doubt he'd make it now. In fact, I can pretty much guarantee he won't... it wouldn't be safe to go into the city anyway."
She had to remain as unattatched as possible. She couldn't get tied up in emotions, they'd only hinder her. A man was dying, but she couldn't let that get to her. This.... this was a test for herself.
"I'm very sorry." Tasha walked back to the truck in which Zach still sat, replacing the medical kit into the truck's bed and getting back into the driver's seat next to her cousin.
"Is he.... can't you..." Zah said slowly, staring straight ahead at the bleeding man.
"Zach, I'm not a f*cking doctor. He was shot in the abdomen. He's going to die." As she said the last sentence, Zach sharply inhaled and looked down at his feet. "Zach, there are zombies out there. People are going to die. I'd have to say this guy's lucky- he was only shot. He's not going to re-animate and become one of them. There are worse ways to go, and worse ways to end up."
"Yeah..." Zach was quiet. ".... yeah..."
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Post by Zoodle on May 27, 2007 11:49:16 GMT -5
OOC: Time for Drake to be angry! He ain't ne'er done that before!
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Drake was about to scream at Tasha, but then he realised that Cindy was watching. He couldn't give the slightest clue of what Tasha just said. He walked closer to the truck, and gritted his teeth.
Through his gritted teeth, he whispered out, "You... you are going to stop talking like that. You're going to get out of that truck, grab that box, and HELP THAT MAN!" Drake breathed deeply, and tried his best not to sob. He walked back to the van, and opened the back door.
"Cindy, it's going to be fine, and we'll be getting out of here soon." He said, gripping her shoulder. He looked back and Tasha, and waited to see what she would do.
OOC: And Blacky, I haven't forgotten about you, Drake and Tasha are just really angry at eachother, so they don't even notice xD
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on May 27, 2007 18:22:10 GMT -5
Ooc: xD I can just imagine Fraya standing there as they fight back and forth.
Ic: Fraya watched blank faced as the two argued quietly and not so quietly with each other. She took this as that she was the least of their worries and edged over to the van to find out what was the most. Fraya peeked around the boy at the man in the back seat. He was bleeding all over the floor of the car and looked barely alive.
“Did you stop the bleeding yet?” she asked coming closer. From the fresh blood dripping down from his shirt it didn’t look like it. “Have you stopped the bleeding yet?” she asked a little louder.
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Post by Shmoie on May 28, 2007 19:16:40 GMT -5
OOC: XD I <3 Tasha... the little foulmouth.
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Cindy felt a hand on her shoulder, and followed it up to see Drake standing over her, telling her it was going to be fine. She sniffed and looked back down at her father. "... If you s-say so..." she said softly, then looked up at the sound of a new voice. A girl who looked as though she were about her age was standing a short distance from the van. "Uh-umm," she stuttered uncertainly, "no, we, um... we haven't." A thought suddenly occured to her; her eyes glistening hopefully, she blinked and asked, "Do you know how? Are you like, a doctor?"
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 28, 2007 20:17:07 GMT -5
"Help him!?" Tasha jumped out of the truck again and stalked over to Drake in a rage. "Do you have any F*CKING clue how serious this is?! He's been shot in the abdomen and has gone WAY too long without medical assistance!" She clenched hir fists in fury, gesturing to the man who was bleeding in the vehicle. "You think I don't WANT to help him? You think I WANT him to die? The cold, hard f*cking truth is that there's nothing we can do for him! Not me, not you, not this person," she indicated vaguely to the girl who had wandered up to them, "NOBODY. HE - IS - GOING - TO - DIE."
With those words and a face flushed with anger she walked back to the truck and leaned against it, holding her face in her palms in exhasperation.
"God, Tasha..." Zach said quietly. "You're such a b*tch."
"Shut your f*cking mouth. There's nothing I can do."
Hadn't she been counting on this, though? Advertising her knowledge of what was to come, how could they not come to her expecting her to make it all go away? They had to face the reality that she only knew how to survive. She couldn't work miracles.
OOC: Oh my GOD Tasha's evil. Pure evil. I'm sorry, Cindy...
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Post by Zoodle on May 29, 2007 16:01:35 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, she IS evil xD
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That was all Drake could take. Tasha had destroyed what tiny sliver of hope was left in Cindy's head.
He clenched his fists, and walked back to Tasha. "You... I can't believe... you are the stupidest person I have ever met! For gods sake, Cindy's father is in that van, bleeding half to death, and all you have to do, is give Cindy the smallest bit of hope! You think you can just do these things, and walk away, and no one will do a thing, just because you've been made fun of! That doesn't give you the god*mned permission to do horrible things like that!" Drake was panting by the time he had finished, and it took all of his might not to hurt Tasha.
He didn't know what to do now, he had never done anything like that before. He walked back to the van, and put his hand back on Cindy's shoulder.
"Cindy... everything's going to be fine..."
OOC: I wonder when they'll leave xD
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Post by blackninjawolf88 on May 29, 2007 18:05:15 GMT -5
ooc: if a zombie comes along they'll get out of there real fast. xD
Ic: Fraya stared at the girl the boy had called Tasha. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe what she was saying.
“You know what.” Fraya said still staring at her. “You’re right. You are absolutely right, This man has a very good chance that he will die. If you leave him untended he will die from blood loss, if you only seal the wound he could die from eternal bleeding. And if by some lucky chance he starts to heal he could die from infection because of the bullet shards festering inside of him. He needs a real doctor, you’re right.” Fraya bit her tongue shouting in her head at herself for not thinking about the words she was saying first. “I am not a doctor, lets make that clear. I have never practiced on a person, nor medically saved anyone’s life. I’m not going to tell you what to do or make you change your decision, but I wouldn’t want to get hurt with you around.” She said to Tasha
Fraya wanted to kick herself for shouting out what she had said. The girl needed hope more than anything. "The most you can do is stop the bleeding." she said calmly to the girl in the van. "Let's start there..."
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Post by The Lawyer Pixie on May 30, 2007 0:45:49 GMT -5
"Fine. Fine, do whatever you want." Tasha's cheeks were burning, and she told herself it was out of anger and nothing else. She took a few steps toward Drake emphatically. "You can stay here, do whatever you want. I have no clue why you came to me seeking medical assistance, I'm a f*cking high schooler. Now, if you'll all kindly excuse me, I'm getting in my truck and I'm leaving. Personally, I'd rather save my own skin that has a chance to be saved, rather than sitting around with a guy who's going to die and risking getting killed myself."
Backing away toward the truck once more with a grand sweep of her arms she called out, "Farewell, idiots, I'm off to greener pastures! I'll miss you when you're zombie food!" Yeah, right. Yanking the door open, she realized that Zach was no longer in the vehicle.
"Zach, have you decided to get even stupider? Because I have no problem leaving without you." she told him, looking across the top of the truck.
Zach's face was stoic and he walked to stand in front of the vehicle, blocking her from driving away. "No, Tasha. You're not going to leave. Maybe you're right, and MAYBE this guy doesn't have a chance, but you've got no right to act like that. Now get your medical kit, and go over there."
"What the hell, Zach?" Tasha laughed nervously, a smirk on her face. "What are you doing? You know that there's nothing I can do. Maybe I could treat a gash, at the very worst. A bullet wound? I wouldn't even know where to begin. Stop acting like an idiot and get out of my way. You can stay here with them, or you can come with me. Make up your mind, and then MOVE."
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Post by adterminal on May 30, 2007 9:44:05 GMT -5
OOC: Wow, lots of profanity IC: "Guys, maybe we should get going, ya know, zombiiiees?" suggested Jack. "SHUT UP!!" Tasha yelled at him. Jack raised an eyebrow, and then looked away. "Don't say that, the zee word...." Drake said to Jack. Jack unbuckled his seat belt. "Drake, is it? Yeah, I need a word with you, other side of this van." Drake nodded and they walked behind the van. "Listen, tell me how these zombies came about, NOW." Demanded Jack.
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Post by Zoodle on May 30, 2007 9:50:39 GMT -5
OOC: Yay for cursing! IC: Drake sighed and shook his head. "I don't know," he answered. "people just... found one, and now somone's been killed... the whole city is evacuating, I'm sure, and who knows how many people have died since the park..." Drake grabbed both of Jack's shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. "And seriously. Stop. Using. The. "Z" word." Drake sighed, and let go of Jack's shoulders. He turned toward the van, and banged his head on the door. He lifted his head, and banged it again, then again. OOC: Sorry my posts have been so short, it's just that there are so many characters that I would have to be to make bigger posts, and I ain't creative enough, anyway xD
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