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Post by Darko on Sept 5, 2015 14:13:12 GMT
Nathan blinked dazedly a few times, his head rotating slowly to take in his surroundings. He gritted his teeth as the pain slowly hit him. He tried to push himself up with his hands but yelled in pain when his right hand refused to support his weight and instead he rolled over onto his back, tenderly gripping the sprained wrist in his left hand.
"Son of a bitch," he mumbled as he sat up. The others were in similar states of shock. Shortfuse was up and walking already. Determined not to be outdone, Nathan ignored the searing sting caused by several severe scrapes on his legs and arms. His gaze hovered where Danik lay in a crumple, struggling to rise. With a terribly concerned expression, Nathan rushed over to Danik as quickly as possible.
"Oh man, oh dear god, are you okay? Please be alright!" He flustered as he knelt down beside Danik. The helmeted hunter looked at Nathan with surprise and watched as he outstretched a caring hand. He watched as the hand passed over him and picked something up from beside him.
"Thank god you're alright. I don't know what I would've done without you!" Nathan exclaimed as he looked over his hat, tipping dust and sand from the inside of it before replacing it atop his head. He beamed proudly for a moment, as though he were a man who had only just become whole again. Finally, he seemed to notice Danik and he looked down at him.
"Danny, what the hell are you doing?!" He scolded. "This is no time for a nap! What a lazy bastard you are," he grinned. He stood up and looked as if he were going to turn away, then appeared to reconsider for a second. With some blatant hesitation he outstretched his unhurt left hand, gesturing for Danik to take it.
"Come on Danny, get off yer arse," he said.
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Post by Draxy on Sept 5, 2015 20:32:23 GMT
Emily hated flying. Ever since she was a child she used to dream of the time before in the age of Icarus. A ship that could explore the stars! What must it be like out there? Up there in the realm of God. But alas, it was not to be. Man was punished for its arrogance, and thus the Icarus fell. They should of known really, there is no escape from hell. And so here she was, stargazing, following an impromptu flying lesson, with loads of fresh new bruises and probably a pretty nifty scar to, gained from the experience. It couldn't get much better than that! Pffft, yeah right...
Around her the others were already picking themselves up, with the compulsory bouts of swearing of course. Most of them seemingly having escaped with a few minor scratches. Bloody lucky sods, if life was a game of chance then the dice gods must fucking hate her. A bout of coughing brought fire to chest, it spread to her left arm as it responded on reflex, she cried out and let loose with her own collection of swears, before then responding with her right, struggling to bring up her neck warmer up and past her nose, she'd replace it with her mask later, but for now it should keep out any more dust from entering her poor lungs at least. Once that was done she began to survey the damage. Well from the flames earlier, she would say she may of broken rib, cracked if she was lucky and...she screwed her face in disgust. Her left sleeve was torn nearly the whole length of her forearm and practically drenched in blood, from what she could see, she was going to need stiches.
"Great" Emily muttered. "Just my fucking luck"
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Post by TheBrobotLol on Sept 6, 2015 1:40:28 GMT
"Are, are you okay?
Sluggishly coming to attention, shifted slightly as the figure's shadow fell across his lidded eyes. With a coarse grunt he pried open both eyes, each aching and reddened, and glared upwards at the young woman, as she stood timidly over his prone form. She was short, small and brittle, and though she wore a mask on her face, the impetus of her words conveyed thoughts and feelings beyond mere expression. Her words stumbled and faltered as they tumbled from her tongue, and though near, there was a tentative readiness in her poise and posture that betrayed timidity. Bonelessness. Spineless. She floundered like a beached fish, so very far from water. A little girl with a little gun, he deliberated. Unproven and uninitiated. He tilted his head slightly.
"The Spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."
He barked hoarsely as he rose again onto one shaky elbow, his free hand violently brushing off the dust and dirt that had collected upon him. His side still emanated pain, but the worst seemed to have abated, the white-hot misery had since dwindled into a throbbing ache that lingered at his flank, and turned each breath into a miniature pain of its own. A moment of uncomfortable silence followed as the two masks stared at one another, unblinking. A hissing wheeze was emitted as he attempted a reserved chuckle, while his hand moved abruptly to his side and his cracked rib.
"Yes, thank you, I'm fine. He who has a why to live can weather any how."
Before he could add anything else, he was suddenly cut off by Nathan, who with a foreign sense of care and alarm beyond typical concern, rushed over suddenly to his side, expression aghast. "Oh man, oh dear god, are you okay? Please be alright!" Nathan exclaimed as he fell to one knee at his side, one hand outstretched towards him. Danik watched guardedly as the hand passed straight past his head, and with an cry of elation withdrew suddenly, a hat clutched gingerly between bloodied fingers as its owner rose proudly to his feet.
With a low, rasping hiss, Danik pulled himself across and up onto one knee, just as Nathan went to turn around, one hand frantically unbuckling his helmet, while the other hung limp at his side, clenched fist white-knuckled. The ache in his side flared into searing pain as he awkwardly went to rise. He stopped though, when he saw Nathan pause suddenly, damnable grin interrupted abruptly by a sudden twinge of indecision as he slowly turned back. Hesitation plagued his haggard expression as he stretched out one hand gracelessly towards Danik.
"Come on Danny, get off yer arse." For a brief moment he remained immobile, eyes narrowed as he gauged the situation. Nathan's actions demonstrated an opportunistic thug, a creature which relished hollow boasts and futile gloats. For God's sake, he hadn't even seen the man fire his weapons, at least against anything that mattered. Mowing down animals was one thing, moving down real threats was something else. Glancing upwards, he noticed the trickle of blood creeping from the man's right hand which hung loosely, then the cumbersome pistol at his side. He warrented the man couldn't even lift that cannon he was carrying. That one string was hanging very loose indeed.
Around them, others were arising, they almost looked ready to move, or at least do something other than linger in the dust. He wanted to move, to get up, to do something. There was nothing down here but dust. With another wheeze, he reached up and took Nathan's hand, and straining, dragged himself warily to his feet.
"Nice to see you've finally developed some camaraderie, Nathan. You seemed lacking."
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Post by Draxy on Sept 8, 2015 20:05:39 GMT
"Oh, will you two quit ya yapping and just kiss already?" Emily asked in a bored tone, although she was smiling slightly beneath the red fabric that covered the lower portion of her face, not that anyone could tell of course. Personally, she found the way those two went on to be quite funny, when they weren't interrupting her sleep, though she wouldn't admit it. Must be love at first sight, surely?
Since her rather sudden flying lesson and subsequent abandonment of faith in the Dice Gods. Damn them! Emily had forced herself to sit, albeit somewhat painfully. She had also managed to remove her jacket, with much perseverance and it now lay beside her. Though you might not be able to tell, Emily thought bitterly, as both her left arm and previously beige shirt where now stained a bloody red. The aforementioned arm was pressed against her chest with her right covering the gash, both to prevent further bleeding and any more unwanted colour changes to clothing. Her med kit, previously attached to her belt, now also lay next to her also, on top of the jacket, with several of its contents placed neatly underneath. She let out a tired laugh, wincing at the pain that shot through her chest.
"I'm just finding it kinda hard threading a needle one handed and with a broken rib. So I could certainly use some help, if any of you can spare it."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 22:04:28 GMT
Jackie walked over to the injured woman, her arm looked pretty bad from what she could see, and there was a lot of blood. She sat beside the woman and rummaged through her medkit for a moment before threading a needle, "I can sew that up for you." She said softly, "But I don't know anything about medical care."
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Post by Draxy on Sept 12, 2015 18:44:04 GMT
Odd, out of everyone the kid was the last person Emily expected to come to her aid. She regarded her curiously for a few moments. She was the first to the aid of that guy, the cowboy called Danny to, was she eager, have something to prove? Then again in as band of mercenaries, crooks and the downright insane, of course the innocent soul would be the first to her aid. Poor thing, she's flying far too close to the sun...
"Alright then kid, I'll walk you though it. We have to clean it, first it needs to be cleaned. Theirs a small amount of hydrogen peroxide but theirs more in my bag back in the truck, if you need more its padded so shouldn't be broken. You can apply it with the cloth their." She nodded towards the things spread out on the jacket. "Then we sew it shut and apply bandages. Got that?" She asked, in one breath. She winced as another jolt of pain shot through her chest, as she was forced to take a deep breath. OK that was a stupid idea, speak more slowly next time, got it. She watched as the kid set to he task, before her earlier curiosity got the better of her.
"So, why are you here? With us I mean, you don't exactly seem like the type."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2015 23:25:31 GMT
Jackie listened carefully to the Woman's instructions, gingerly washing the wound with what was probably an unnecessary amount of hydrogen peroxide, but she wanted to be thorough. She considered the Woman's question for a moment before responding. "Well, I don't really have much of a choice you know? The best future I can look forward to back in Icarus is working my fingers to the bone fixing the same broken bits of machinery every day for the rest of my life." She pulled the hood of her shawl back and removed her gasmask, revealing a head of shoulder length dark hair and a pretty face that looked like it had never seen a bath. She carefully inspected the wound before she began to stitch it up, "Unless of course some ganger or crooked militiaman decides whatever measly amount of credits I was able to scrounge up wasn't good enough and beats me to death, or I get caught in the crossfire of some political turf war, or a million other things that could kill me. No, I'd rather take my chances out here." She said as she finished stitching. She quickly donned her mask and hood before tieing a rough bandage around the stitching. "I'm Jackie."
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Post by Draxy on Sept 15, 2015 19:38:18 GMT
Emily looked up at the kid, Jackie as she had called herself, curiously she couldn't help but snort as she tried to stifle her laughter at what the kid was saying, not because it would be rude, but rather that it would be mean to her already wounded ribs. She turned to her med kit and began to repack its content, avoiding the younger girls gaze.
"You think its safer out here?" She asked her tone dripping with sarcasm. "We've already been in a life threatening situation once today, how does that match up to your daily quota?" She reattached her kit back to her belt her eyes then drifting to where the other girls would be behind the mask. "Though I suppose now you have a chance to even the odds" Her eye drifted to the girls holster "...have you ever fired that thing before today? Have you ever killed a man? As today proved there's still plenty that want you dead."
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