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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 9:08 am
Bix had just been laying with his eyes closed. He was doing his best to distance himself emotionally, to pack it away until later because every time he thought about Julie or what had just happened he felt like he was going to break down again. The albino hunter hadn't ever lost anyone who was a friend before. When his brother disappeared it was different. There was a mystery there, a hope. Julie's situation was a lot more definite. When he heard Before's yelling, he couldn't help but smile a little bit. He propped himself up on his elbow and waved a hand for him. He was glad to see his bro was alright. Bix's damage was more emotional than physical at this point. "I'm maybe a quarter dead. It's okay though. Aren't we all?" Dead inside? How morbid of you Bix. "I'm glad you're okay." He gave Before a thumbs up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 9:23 am
((Entering)) Molly blinked as Before ended up blowing past her, but you know, that made her a bit happy. Concern and care. She was happy to see that. She just hoped the young man wouldn’t raise his voice once he got into the infirmary tent…Molly quickened her pace and ducked into the infirmary tent, and was relieved to see that Before was keeping it down. She waved at the two Hunters quietly with a small smile as she stood off to the side for the time being.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:21 am
[Entering] Jordan slipped into the infirmary tent quietly. Ennea and Maddie had gone on to the rest tent, but he'd been bitten more times than he cared to think about by the swarms of insects; some of the bites still itched, and the sensation made his skin crawl, reminded him forcibly of the horrific thing that had happened in the desert. He accepted a new band-aid and a packet of itch cream from a harried attendant, then found a cot where he could sit down for a few minutes and apply it himself; the hunters staffing the tent had plenty to do without fussing over an intermediate with a few bug bites. When he was done, he stood, but paused before heading for the door. A quick scan of the tent found Clarice, Marcus, and Harrison. Talking, apparently. Jordan remembered Harrison's reaction to the crawling masses of bugs in the house near Seattle; he hadn't had time to worry about it in the desert, but now it came crashing back to him in full force. He hesitated a moment longer, then made his way over to where they sat, stopping a short distance away, irresolute; he shouldn't interrupt, should probably get out of the way, but he wanted to know that Harrison was okay, or would be.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:33 am
Ryan couldn't help but smile at what she had to say. She was right about one thing, teamwork had been the solution to that problem. He definitely wouldn't have been able to do that on his own. He was thankful that Molly was there when she was. "Nice to meet you too. Though I wish it had been under better circumstances." Then again, it was nice to know that there was at least on highlight for the day.
He snorted when Wilson called and quickly asked about Dakota. "Oh yeah, he'll be fine. Now that he's calmed down." He answered. Never mind the fact that, by that, he meant him being out cold. "And I'm fine. Mostly just my legs ache from the attacks, but its nothing that a few bandages won't cure." If anything, it was his pride that truly hurt. He wasn't able to do anything back there when it counted. But he wasn't alone in feeling that way. He imagined everyone felt the same.
"Ah yeah, see you later and thanks again." He gave Molly a wave and picked an unused cot to sit on. As much as he said he didn't want to stick around when Dakota woke up, he also wanted to make sure that the idiot stayed in bed until he had been treated and properly calmed down.
"How are you taking things?" He finally asked Wilson once he was comfortable and started picking at a bandage roll.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:41 am
The Misty knelt beside the cot, propping his chin on the edge of the bed to look up at Bix. "Good. That you're not all dead, that is. I'm doing okay. I mean, I'm only here 'cuz I didn't see you when I got through the portal. I swear, those things like to spit me out later than everyone..." Earlier on, Before was devoid of all emotion and feelings, now all of a sudden he was babbling. The male Misty really needed to learn how to find the middle ground between the two extremes.
In the midst of his chatter, he felt his phone buzz. Drawing the device out, he let a smile of relief pull across his face, "Story's on her way here. You alive enough for a three-some hug?" Not-so-subtly, he craned his neck to look for Molly and tried to motion for her to join them. "Or a four-way?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 11:11 am
'Sounds kinky." Bix joked and managed a smile. Thankfully he was far enough away from Clarice and Harrison to not have to relive Julie's fate again. He was relieved to find Before much more 'normal' and it was a pleasant distraction. "I'm glad Tori's okay." He said softly to his bro and pushed himself to sit up. He was definitely dirty and battered but he wasn't missing any limbs and he could tell Mina was silent as she attempted to help speed along his recovery. Bix gave Molly a smile too, "Thanks for getting me here." And finding his friend for him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 11:35 am
The Misty was wondering if she should go back to the portal area and hang around there for a bit longer…but she also needed to go do her interview too… Molly was pulled from her thoughts as Before looked over at her, and Bix spoke. She beamed at the both of them, and then wandered closer. Hugs? Sure! Hugs were a wonderful thing. “ Oh, you don’t need to thank me, Bix. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Physically at least.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:07 pm
Why did Clarice have to say her name? He was doing really good until he heard her name, face going back to his hands. He was keeping it in, internalizing his pain as much as he could. Don't let it spill over, don't show weakness. That was what he had to do right? "She didn't ******** deserve that. What they ******** did to her, what they used her for just-" Jordan went unnoticed as he went on, "Why did it have to be her?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:13 pm
[Enter]
Syd slid into the infirmary as quietly as she could. She headed for one of the beds and laid down, her hand going to her choker, almost like a child with a blanket for comfort. Izy...
But...
When she felt better she got up and left as quickly as she had arrived.
[Exit!]
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:38 pm
lizbot So they weren't sure if she was really dead or not, possibly even now. The fact that her death was to be hoped for at this point... Clarice let go and gave Harrison some room to breathe, to drink, and to collect her own thoughts. The fact that is was Julie they were talking about, the closest thing she'd ever had to a best friend, and she'd always thought would outlast everyone with her unlikely abilities... Marcus asked why? And she couldn't claim not to know, that it was God or fate or tragic happenstance. Julie would have made a good tool. She was strong but vulnerable enough to overwhelm. This probably wasn't what the Intermediate needed to hear right now, and Clarice didn't have the words to make it any easier for him. She closed her eyes, slow deep breaths. In all honesty it just wasn't something she could deal with here and now, there was too much riding on what they were doing to let the loss of a few (dozen) more hunters distract them. Even when one of them was... Opening her eyes again, she looked at Harrison, looking pale and shaken, and felt something in her ease. Clarice began to say something when a voice at the tent entrance spoke first, "Clarice, sorry but you're needed." Before she could argue, then added, "The doctor's orders."Biting her lip, Clarice looked at Harrison and began to reach out, just to pat him on the shoulder and try to offer what comfort she could, but moments later found her wrapping her arms around in him a big, painful hug. She meant to explain that him still being alive and here right now mattered, more than retrieving a weapon ever could. That she was sorry he'd had to witness something so upsetting. Sorry for not being there to help them. That she didn't regret waking him up, just that he'd woken up for this. And she wanted to lie, and say that she'd make it all better. She'd make sure this it never got worse than this, that Julie was definitely in a better place, that a happy ending was just around the corner. That it would all be worth it. But all she could manage to do was hold on, hold together, and not break.
Same as always.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:23 pm
Drinking something helped. He was grateful for the pause. There was no sand, here, just snow. All the bugs this far North were dead. He felt stupid, and didn't understand why his body had decided to give out on him all of a sudden. It was just like at the house, and he wondered how many people would put some guy fainted in their reports.
And why afterwards he had been so shaky.
Why he was still shaky.
Julie was dead- she'd knitted his shirt...were all the Moon Hunters dead? Where had their Division Lead been where the s**t went down? It had been Allan that protected them. Allan defended them. Allan got them through the portal in time.
He'd never even met their Lead. Where were they? How could they let this happen? This...this was their job.
He noticed Jordan, who was waiting patiently...how long had he been there? He wanted to smile at him. Instead, Harrison just looked worried, and managed a soft, "Hi," He wasn't sure if Jordan was too far away to hear it. He wished he wasn't quite so far.
Someone was asking for Clarice.
She should...probably go. Had he told her enough? He'd told her everything he could. He was sorry he couldn't bring back Julie's tablet. He should have pocketed just one...
The hug surprised him, and it was crushing, too hard, but it was alive. He should be strong, he knew that, shouldn't be throwing up or passing out when he wasn't even hurt... he gripped her coat again.
I'm okay, he thought. You're okay. We'll get the ********>
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:59 pm
Excuses could be made, blame could be placed, but nothing would change. Nothing would change the fact that she was gone, and he body was- The image of her body filled with those bugs.. it was worse than anything he thought possible. Once you were dead you were dead. But to use the dead, to defile them and turn them into a weapon, a tool, a ******** puppet? It made Marcus both sick and angry at the fact.
Nothing he could do.
And this was just the beginning.
Looking over, Clarice was called away, and Harrison remained as he had and - Jordan had arrived. The image of the two back on the island came up and. Yeah. Harrison...probably would be okay with Jordan. He'd make sure Harrison would be alright? Marcus just needed to- He needed to...
Do his job. Defend something. Report. He needed to fall back into his mind, let himself go back to being a good little soldier. "..I think-" He stood, only to pause. The sudden motion making him feel a bit sick. "I think I'm going to go out." A worried look at Harrison, and the moon trainee left.
[Exiting]
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 6:24 pm
Harrison's greeting was barely audible, and yeah, no, the shocky, haunted look in the blond man's eyes said that he definitely wasn't okay; the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped Clarice's coat when she hugged him only confirmed that. Jordan waited until Clarice had let go before he sat down on the cot next to Harrison, looking over at his friend. Once again, when it mattered, he didn't know what to say. He settled for a quiet, "Hi," eyes flicking up to Clarice and then back to Harrison. Are you okay went unspoken, because the answer was obvious, and saying it out loud would either force Harrison to admit that he wasn't okay or to produce a polite social lie, and neither of those options was anywhere near useful right now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 6:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 7:49 pm
[[Entering]]
Sasha slipped into the infirmary, keeping close to the walls of the tent. She found a corner and hovered uselessly, for the time being; if anyone needed assistance of any type, the young woman desperately hoped they would call out. In all honesty Sasha just needed something - anything - to occupy her mind. If everyone seemed fine here, it was likely the trainee would wander to the next tent in search of something to do.
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