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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:32:11 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: "Always." Rick remarked with a smirk, but his good mood was swiftly murdered at the appearance of the sergeant.
He watched Lorna tackle him to the ground, as if in slow motion, before she told him to run and he planted his feet instead.
"Like hell!" He barked, lifting his bad foot off of the ground and backwards before letting it fly forwards, directly into the sergeant's groin. The man grunted loudly in pain and Lorna looked absolutely flabberghasted, giving him an appalled stare as the man ceased struggling in her hold from the pain he must be in, until he succumbed to the sleeper hold and went motionless.
"By de way, dat was hot." Rick 'complimented' as he grabbed Lorna's hand and yanked her upright. "Shall we run now?"
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:32:27 GMT -6
zykrinnox: Lorna's brow furrowed, but she nodded at him quickly before taking off toward the gate. There was no way they had long now, and she still had to hotwire the car. She could only pray that there weren't anymore--
Guards. Great.
"I do /not/ have time for this!" she hissed furiously. There were four or five guards, and she was sure the other guards must be waking up-- maybe they had another minute. Maybe she got lucky and did a really good job, but they couldn't count on that. They had to act like every second was their last.
Frantically, Lorna looked around and picked up a decent-sized rock, channeling the games she had pitched in when she was in high school. She sucked in a breath and threw it at one of their heads, which hit him, but put all the other guards on high alert. Now, she was out of options. Rick appeared like he was assessing the situation and reaching for his belt (she could only assume he had some weapons there before-- she was planning on getting his things from the trailer outside the gate, but they weren't there yet), but she didn't want to kill them, she just wanted to draw them away.
"Molotov?" she asked hastily, digging through her backpack. She /did/ have a bit of gas in an old wine bottle that she kept for just the occasion. Rags? No, she couldn't use bandages-- screw it. She tore off a piece of her long-sleeved undershirt after tearing a glove off and shoved it in the bottle as the men started looking around. She looked over at Rick. "Molotov. Light me."
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:32:48 GMT -6
zykrinnox: Rick managed to contain the laughter he desperately wanted to burst out with at seeing Lorna so expertly take out a dude with a rock throw to the head. However, while he had been quite impressed with the toss, he was now starting to feel a little anxious seeing the other guards prepare for an assault, and he reached for his belt even knowing there was nothing there. It was a hard habit to break.
Surprised again at her ingenuinity, Rick could only watch with wide eyes are Lorna created a molotov out of practically thin air. He hurriedly pulled the lighter from earlier out of his pants and lit it on the first try, relieved it didn't give him any trouble as he held it under the rag and waited for it to catch fire.
"Come on, come on..." He muttered, letting off an excited breath when it worked and Lorna pulled back to chuck it. He watched with malicious glee as it flew through the air, presumably landing on target and bursting into an impressive display of fire and mayhem. "Oh, dat was BEAUTIFUL!" He cheered, looking towards Lorna for the next step of their escape.
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:33:06 GMT -6
zykrinnox: Lorna squinted her eye shut when she threw it, only praying it wouldn't actually hit anybody and would explode a ways behind them so they'd be distracted. When Rick exclaimed about it, she opened her eye and glanced over there before nodding, taking his hand and running. She could only hope that his Achilles tendon wasn't acting up horribly at this point, because they needed to basically sprint to the jeep before the guards noticed her or realized it was a Molotov and started scoping out the perimeter.
Before they got to the jeep, though, she pointed to the trailer of confiscated goods and other... types of goods she didn't want to think about, and handed him the ring of keys she had stolen off the guard earlier. "Whatever weapons you had or anything you might need will be in there. Rifle through while I hot-wire the jeep."
Truth be told, she had never hot-wired anything before and had spent the hour she got away from the Sergeant studying up on it. It was all just knowledge now, and she had to put it to a practical use. She didn't want Rick hovering over her while she did, either-- she was bound to look like she didn't know what she was doing, and that was something she was very careful to avoid. People always thought she knew exactly what she was doing, even if she didn't.
She opened the console and rifled through for the correct wires to cut as she heard Rick banging around in the trailer. Their goal wasn't quiet right now, now that the guards were yelling and hollering and making a ton of noise themselves, it was only speed, so she didn't much care what it sounded like. After a while, she was pretty sure she found them, and took out the pair of bandaging scissors she had found, silently grimacing at the fact she was probably making them dull since she was using them for something other than their intended use. It was easy to put thoughts like this aside, but even now, she couldn't stop herself from having them. Carefully stripping the wires, she silently prayed that she wasn't messing anything up; she knew this came with a possibility of painful electric shocks, and wasn't overly fond of the idea. The spark startled her at first, but after pushing the battery wires and the starter wires again and flinching away from the spark this time, she heard the engine hum to life.
She breathed out a sigh of relief as Rick jumped over the passenger door and landed in the seat next to her. She did her best to quickly cover the wires (as they were still live and she didn't really want them dangling around her knees) before pulling away. This action did not go unnoticed, and she got a thought as several guards started yelling and pointing in their direction. They were a ways off, maybe she could...
"Rick," she said sharply, "Drive this for a second. Meet me on the ridge with your lights off and don't fight with me on this-- I've gotta make sure they can't follow us. I'm gonna slash the tires, but if they catch you, you're dead, they catch me, I can at least bargain for my life." She grabbed his arm and put his hand on the steering wheel before jumping over the driver side door and pulling a strong knife out of her boot.
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:33:20 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: He followed her orders before he even thought the actions through, flying into the trailer before he realized he hadn't wielded any proper kind of weapon in months since he had arrived at this place to begin with. Not even specifically the cement room he'd been confined to - the entire 'city' in general. They had made him hand over his bats as soon as he arrived, but maybe -- He zeroed in on them without delay. Maybe his eyes were just dramatically inclined to seek out the gleam of dim light reflecting off his old, dented aluminum baseball bat, or maybe he just got lucky and he happened to be looking in that direction to begin with. Either way, he hustled over to his precious weapons of personal destruction and yanked them off the shelf, before clipping them onto his belt again. It was reassuring to feel their weight hanging on the sides of his hips again. He could almost compare it to a feeling of being slightly more safe than he had previously felt, but that might be romanticizing two objects he used to use to club threats until they stopped moving too much.
Throwing his head this way and that, he considered other items that might be useful. Spotting a duffel bag, he grabbed it and dumped the contents, only glancing them over to determine none of them were worthwhile before swiping other things from the trailer and stuffing them in the bag. Anything he thought might pass for medical supplies were grabbed, as well as numerous kinds of ammo. He had no idea if they would be any use to Lorna - since he couldn't use a gun, but he saw her armed with at least one. If supplies like this were left in this trailer, that either meant he was overestimating their use, or the military was unable to use them for whatever reason. Rick liked to assume it was the second option, and that it would work out in their favour if he brought them along. Locating some lighters and more cigarettes, much to his delight, as well, he threw all of those into the bag.
The bag was starting to get heavy, so he spent more time observing what else the trailer had to offer. There were a couple other melee weapons similar to his own, but they couldn't be stashed in the bag, and he had no other easy way to carry them. His belt was reserved for his bats, thank you. Spotting some knives and other pointy objects, he stashed a pocket knife that was honestly laughably small into his boot before chucking a couple of the other items into the duffel bag. Always good to have spares, right? Thinking he had grabbed everything he could possibly carry and put to use, now, he hefted a length of rope over the shoulder opposite to the strap of the duffel bag, which was now hoisted against his back, on his way out and charged back over to the jeep.
He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath in terror until he heard the purring of the jeep's engine, part of him having still been worried this was all a trick or a trap or a dream. He tossed the duffel bag into the back, before pulling himself over the passenger side door and into the seat with grace that surprised even himself.
Blinking at Lorna's rushed explanation before she left the vehicle, Rick shouted after her.
"Ya crazy bitch! Git back in de car!" But he knew it was in vain, as she was already taking off to presumably slash the tires. Though he debated it for a moment, he ultimately decided he was armed and had a ways out now, especially if this woman proved untrustworthy and was actually turning him in just to get him killed. That action from her wouldn't make a lot of sense at this point, but he couldn't risk it either way. And seeing as she was already out of the car, he figured there wasn't much point sitting around with a thumb up his ass. Pulling himself into the driver's seat, he put the jeep into action and took off, sparing a moment to watch Lorna's shrinking outline in the rear view mirror as he did so.
Biting his lip, he debated whether or not he should do as she had instructed. Was it worth it to shut the lights off and wait for her? What was stopping him from just gunning it for his own freedom? ... He sighed, realizing he wouldn't have gotten this far if not for her and even for as eroded as it was, what remained of his conscious would eat at him if he didn't give her the chance to meet back up with him. Turning the lights off, he parked on a secluded part of the ridge and tumbled into the back of the jeep instead, going deathly still and quiet just in case. A hand stayed clenched on top of one of his bats, ready to strike at the first sign of trouble.
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:33:40 GMT -6
zykrinnox: Lorna barely made it before the guards showed up, but she did in fact, successfully slash all four tires of all four jeeps and the two on the trailer. Unless there were more vehicles she didn't know about, they were trapped here and at this point, she couldn't even bring herself to feel bad.
She crept away just as the guards were turning on engines and realizing what had happened. While they were yelling and hollering at each other and likely waking up the entire camp, Lorna dashed into the trees, hoping their noise would cover the unnecessarily loud noises she was making on the branches and leaves in the woods. She glanced around and whisper-yelled Rick's name a few times-- which is what ultimately gave away her position to someone with a large gun that looked a lot like an AK-47 which she was now staring down the barrel of. She was sweating bullets-- she couldn't die right here, and if she died then Rick might.
When she got a hold of herself, she realized that the gun was shaking and she glanced up at the man holding it. His stripes and single star said he was a Master Sergeant-- even higher than she was. His rank implied that he was practically an Officer in Training, war-torn, in-the-know and ready to shoot when neccessary, but his face told her a completely different story. He was terrified. He had obviously never been this close to shooting someone before, and she could only bet he was one of the ASAPs, one of the teens who were trained after the outbreak and rose through the ranks almost as swiftly as they started as an attempt to build up the military. Maybe she did have a chance-- he had probably only been in the military for a couple months, three at most. They started these kids at Boot Camp at younger and younger ages and it made her sick.
Lorna steadied her position, staring closely at the wide-eyed young man. He couldn't have been older than 20, she wouldn't have been surprised if he was only 19. A Master Sergeant at 19. Unbelievable.
"Master Sergeant, what's your name?"
He tensed and his brow knitted even further, his lips pulling apart so she could see his teeth. "K-K-K-Kru-- Kripke."
The way he stammered broke her heart. She felt for this kid. Grimacing, she raised a hand and tore the gun from his hands too easily for what his rank implied and tossed it. He took a step back, face somehow even more horror-stricken than it was and took a deep breath, about to yell, before Lorna grabbed him and put her gloved hand over his mouth, and the hand holding her knife around his shoulders.
"Shut it, I'm not gonna kill you," she hissed. "I haven't killed anyone here, in case you haven't been informed of that and I'm not gonna start with you." She made a snap decision. There was a checkpoint a little ways ahead and she could use his stripes to get past it. No one would question a Master Sergeant, not even if he was an ASAP. "Get me past the next checkpoint and I'll let you go. Make a fuss and I'm pretty sure my partner in crime would take pleasure in beating you senseless. Got it?"
The man nodded quickly, still terrified, and Lorna began making her way closer to the ridge. No more saying Rick's name, not after this. She couldn't afford taking anyone else with her-- it was bad enough she had him-- he was even still trying to break free, it looked like, and that wasn't promising. Should she ditch him and try to go around the checkpoint? Too risky, and it would look even worse if they avoided the checkpoint instead of going through it. Wait-- he wasn't trying to break free, he was pointing. She followed the trail of the point of his index finger to see Rick, poised and readied for action in the jeep, just like she asked. Thank God, she was starting to think he left her and barreled off to his own freedom.
"I'm going to release you, Master Sergeant Kripke," Who was he kidding with that last name? There was no way it was real. "But if you run, I feel like I should inform you that I have multiple loaded guns on me, knives other than this one and a bag with more than enough weapons to decimate a platoon at long range. Also? My associate doesn't take as kindly to guards as I do."
He nodded frantically and she released him. He fell to the ground and gasped for breath as Lorna made her way to the jeep, gesturing for him to follow her. Such dramatics. Definitely still a teenager- they were all the same. She knocked on the back of the jeep to get Rick's attention.
"Rick, it's me. I brought company." She pointed a thumb at the ASAP behind her. "This kid is a Master Sergeant. He can get us past the next checkpoint. You have my full permission to bash his fucking head in if he shows signs of not cooperating."
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:35:42 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: Clenching his hand around the handle of his bat, he saw Lorna headed towards him in the darkness with someone else. He had no idea what to do. 1) He knew Lorna had weapons, and knew how to use them. She was a skilled fighter, and had already demonstrated the only thing he had that she didn't was sheer power due to their difference in size. But still, that wasn't a lot to put faith in when facing someone who could put a bullet between your eyes, even if they only had one. 2) Her new company likely had weapons as well, more than likely also a firearm. Rick was, to put it simply, screwed.
He waited until she knocked on the back of the jeep, creeping out very, very slowly. His hand was holding onto his bat so tightly, his knuckles were bone white. He felt sweat on his brow, but couldn't do anything about it for the time being. Her words soothed his frazzled nerves a bit, but he was still a very distrustful person, and with good reason to be in his opinion. He eyed the 'Master Sergeant' up and down and sneered, leaning towards him with his bat poised to swing up at a moments notice. From there, it'd be a short trip into the side of this loser's skull.
"Ya know how many hitzit takes ta bash in a human skull?" Rick asked darkly, mouth a short distance from the young man's ear. He leaned back, and the look on the kid's face was reward enough, making Rick very tempted to cackle but he bit his lip and just kept his completely lecherous grin on his face instead. "Gettin de fuckin' jeep." He ordered, and the sergeant clambored inside like he just received an electric jolt. Rick shot an amused smirk at Lorna, before climbing in beside the teenager and muscling into his space, using everything he could to his advantage to disturb the poor ASAP.
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:36:18 GMT -6
zykrinnox: After jumping into the driver's seat, she glanced back at Rick and shook her head. She couldn't honestly say she blamed him, but she still felt bad for the kid. She pulled the car into drive again and got as far away from the ridge as she could before turning the lights on (which wasn't very far at all-- she had to turn them on almost as soon as she was turned away from the camp).
She glanced back at Rick and the kid again purely so she could see the name on his patch. Stedman.
"So, Stedman," she said accusingly after she turned her head, "Why'd you choose Kripke before just telling me your name? You know how fake that sounds, right? Like--"
"Officer Krupke, yeah. I know," he admitted in defeat, leaning away as far from Rick as he could while still remaining in the vehicle. "I just... I just panicked."
"What could I have even done with your name?"
He said nothing. At first Lorna assumed he was done talking to his captor, but she felt his shaking hand tap her on the shoulder.
"What? I'm trying to drive he--" he was pointing to the right, where a small fleet of guards were making their way to the road, guns poised. Lorna swore-- she hadn't seen them thanks to the fact they were successfully hidden in her blind spot, and now she didn't really know what to do about them. As a last ditch attempt, she floored the vehicle, sending them lurching forward. Maybe they'd make it past them. Maybe. But either way they all had guns and were ready to shoot. She knew what she had to do, even though she didn't want to.
"Everyone, get DOWN!" she yelled as she careened off the road and toward the guards as quickly as the jeep would let them. She could only hope she wouldn't kill any of them-- but now, she had not only the possible cure in her vehicle, but also a kid and she also was probably past the point of forgiveness. They were going to aim to kill and that was something Lorna simply couldn't allow them to do. At the last second, Lorna made sure to angle the jeep so it would hit them, thinking of a game of bowling, and ducked as far under the steering wheel as she could, now completely blind to the guards that were getting closer to her every second.
Glass shattered as the first few bullets made it through the windshield and sprinkled over the occupants of the vehicle, predominantly Lorna, but the back didn't go unscathed. Thanks to the fact that most of her body was covered by various layers of clothing, she went mostly unscarred, but her face pricked with pain and she knew they had drawn blood in more than one area. She made a mental note to get a hat and maybe a pair of chemist goggles as the sound of gunshots all but stopped and Lorna came into contact with several bodies. She had imagined they would have run off, and grimaced when she realized she had probably plowed down some ASAPs who were frozen with fear.
"I thought you said you weren't going to kill anyone!" Stedman shouted as Lorna turned away from the mess and focused on getting as far away from the very few lingering people with guns as possible.
"It was us or them, Rookie!" she shouted back amidst gunfire. Angling her head so she could see them a bit, she asked, "I take it that means you're alright, kid?"
He looked out over the side of the jeep and said nothing and she knew he was wearing very protective material, so Lorna (unable to see Rick by turning her head to the right) yelled at the sturdier man instead. "Any damage, Rick?"
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:37:17 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: Obeying as well as he could when Lorna shouted to get down, Rick was unfortunately left acting as partial cover to the younger man to his side. His own fault for taking up so much of his personal space, he supposed, and also for being the last to react to the threat of armed gunmen about to be run over with a jeep.
He flinched at the sound of gun shots, feeling ashamed for a second before the tension in his muscles went even tighter as glass came into contact with his back. Out of the three of them, he was by far the least protected, and he felt several shards making their acquaintance with his skin through the flimsy material of his shirt. Hissing in pain, especially when the ASAP kid got up much faster than he did and jostled him, Rick raised himself up very slowly and didn't dare push his back against the seat, not wanting to cause anymore damage than he might have already sustained.
"Oh, plen'y!" He grunted at Lorna's question, shooting her a dirty look in the rearview mirror. "Do ya always treat yer boys ta such rough treatment, er didja jus' think I migh' be inta dis kinna thing? 'Cuz I hate ta break it to ya, but I ain't!"
Twisting in his seat, he ran a hand over his back only to feel a shard knick his hand. Yanking it away, he inspected it to see blood dribbling down the inside of one of his fingers, which he stuck in his mouth without preamble. At least it shut him up, for the time being, as the jeep jostled along.
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:37:31 GMT -6
zykrinnox: "Shit, I'm sorry," Lorna said, actually feeling legitimately bad. After looking around for a while, she put the car in neutral for a moment to climb into the passenger seat and yanked Stedman into the driver's seat.
"Drive. And if you start going anywhere but the next checkpoint," she took a gun out of her holster and cocked it, "I'll shoot you in the back of the head. Already probably killed a couple, no going back now."
Stedman grimaced but obeyed and drove along. In all honesty, Lorna was more relieved he was driving than anything. She actually didn't distrust him as much as Rick did. She knew the type. ASAPs weren't exactly passionate about their country or their rank. They basically just obeyed the people who had guns, and this is exactly what she was doing. Plus, only having one eye was a bit of a pain when you were driving-- you ran into situations like gunshots and shattering glass.
Lorna hoisted herself up over her seat and into the back, brushing glass out of the seat before clumping down in it next to Rick. It really wasn't much of a backseat. With Rick's hefty build and Lorna's wide hips, their sides were touching, but mostly the outside of their thighs. This didn't go unnoticed by Lorna, but she also didn't draw attention to it, knowing Rick's complete and shameless ability to be completely vile. She hefted her backpack out of the back and into what little foot room she had before rifling through it and finding alcohol, cotton balls, guaze pads and bandages.
She felt like she should have said something to the effect that she really, actually /was/ sorry and she hadn't just been saying that, but it probably wasn't a good idea to imply she was warming up to Rick when she was so close to him, so instead, she examined his back closely for any shards wedged into his back. You were supposed to ask for permission before performing first-aid, and she knew that, but frankly, she didn't care of he gave her his consent or not on being treated. After pulling out a couple bigger shards of glass, she yanked his stained, thin shirt up his back roughly and looked for more shards. Lorna pulled out a few more, and said, "This is gonna hurt," before dabbing any cuts she could see with the alcohol.
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:37:51 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: "Yer lettin' him drive?" Rick started to complain, before Lorna climbed into the cramped back seat with him and they were mildly pressed together. Deciding instead it was a better idea to shut up, he zipped his lips and watched what she was doing instead, keenly aware of the fact she was within striking distance and had just cocked her gun. Even if she hadn't just threatened to use it on him, he wasn't going to give her the idea by making the perverted remark he really, really wanted to.
'Our thighs seem rather lonely. Why don't we let them get closer together?'
Yeah, no. That wouldn't go over well.
Seeing her pull out her medical supplies, he turned his back to her slightly, figuring that was what she was here for. Without warning, he felt her yanking the larger shards out of his back, and he flinched in pain but bit his tongue at first. He managed to do so, even when she found it necessary to pull off his shirt (really? He wasn't allowed ONE line? 'Well hey, if you're against the thighs idea, how about our shirts? They'd look great laying in the floor of this jeep together.' Oh wait, the kid was still here... Shit.) and remove all the small pieces of glass from his skin. However, he finally let off a startled whine when she started applying alcohol, which upgraded to a disgruntled wail of pain as the stinging set in.
"Aaah, christ!" He kicked the back of the passenger seat, the distraction doing nothing for the pain. "Why must ya insist on hurtin' me so, woman?!"
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:38:13 GMT -6
zykrinnox: "Sorry. It hurts now, but it will heal in the long run," she said flatly.
While she finished dabbing at the rest of his wounds, she took out some hydrogen peroxide and a new cotton ball and dabbed it on his cuts. Usually it could help to dull the stinging on mostly clean cuts. She just hoped the glass hadn't been too dirty or it wouldn't help at all.
Finally, she left most of the smaller cuts alone (they would heal faster without bandages than with) and took to the larger cuts with gauze and sports tape after running some of the precious little neosporin she had on the pads. She knew she was being overly thorough, but she also knew that you couldn't be too safe and he would thank her when all the cuts were healed or close to it in the next couple days.
She pulled down his shirt and when she went to climb over the seat again, the spot on her ankle where a bullet had grazed her before she got to Rick's holding cell screamed out in pain. She flinched and felt a small noise rise out of her throat that she stifled as much as she could before clearing her throat and sitting back down in the backseat. "You know what, I think I'll stay here."
She could only guess that her lack of adrenaline right now is what caused it to finally decide to be painful, but she didn't really want to draw attention to it-- in fact, she didn't even really want to look at it. She had a boot on as well as thick socks, and surely it couldn't have done much damage with both of those in place. Glancing down at the floor, though, she saw blood and a cut in the fabric of her boot. Lorna bit her lip. If she had thought she would have been fired at today she would have put on her leather boots and not these jokes, but she wasn't aware it was going to be anything more than an examination and maybe a surgery.
"How far are we?" she asked Stedman.
"Dunno. Maybe an hour? Less, probably if we don't run into trouble. Took an hour when the roads were running and there was traffic anyway."
So more like half-an-hour then. She glanced at Rick before heaving her backpack into the back of the jeep and silence hung in the air over the hum of the engine. There didn't appear to be any zombies-- they didn't much like open spaces anyway, so she figured they were safe for now.
To keep her mind off of her ankle, she turned slightly to Rick and said, "I'm very impressed with your ability not to be vulgar right now, and I hope I haven't jinxed it by saying so."
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:38:29 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: "Yer ankle's hurt." Rick shot back, seeing both Lorna's eye widen and the kid jolt in the front seat in surprise. "Why doncha take care o' dat too?"
Shifting so he was facing Lorna, it was really his only option for where he could face as he twisted further and reached into the back to pull her bag back out and onto his lap. He didn't really know what he was looking for, but he started digging randomly before pulling out some familiar looking gauze and bandages before tossing them at her chest and shoving his hands in the bag again, not doing any important digging now as he watched her face for a reaction.
"Or did ya just get off on bandagin' me, n' now yer all satisfied n' good ta go?" He waggled his eyebrows, lips pulling up in a disgusting smirk. "Ya know, I've heard it's always more fun wid anudder person involved..."
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:38:42 GMT -6
zykrinnox: "I only wish I could get off on something like that, because I would have had an easier time in the Air Force," she spat. Then she did feel a little bad, though, so she moved on from that point. "Hate to break it to you, Little League, but I've been 'hurt' for a while now and I'm fine. I'm not really in a position to take care of a gunshot wound, thank you very much."
At this, Stedman's brow furrowed and he pulled off to the side of the 'road' before turning in his seat. "You have a gunshot wound and you've been running around on it?"
"I just got grazed. It was before I broke Short Stop here out," she said pointing a thumb at Rick. "Clearly, I'm fine. And you," she pointed the gun at Stedman again, "Keep driving or you're dead."
"Oh, okay, so you'll kill me because I decided to pull over so we could patch you up? Kill me for trying to stop you from bleeding out, then. Go for it." He was clearly gaining his confidence now, but he still shook his head and turned back to the wheel. "Lucky for you, we can use that to our advantage."
"Lucky for ME?" Lorna was thoroughly impressed /and/ offended. Mostly offended. "Who do you think you are, kid?"
"Master Sergeant Conrad James Stedman, ma'am. But mostly, I'm someone who's lost a family member to a gunshot wound they thought was minor and it's a pretty stupid way to go in a Zombie Apocalypse."
Lorna's lip curled as her brow furrowed. She was speechless. She didn't know where to begin.
"We can get past the checkpoint easier with an injury. You should still fix it up, though."
Her nose wrinkled as she folded her arms and crossed her legs, ignoring the screaming of her ankle as she did. She was just talked down to by a teenager. An ASAP, no less-- AND he was right, which made it worse. Her ego stung worse than her ankle at this point.
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Post by ashestoApples on Jul 24, 2014 1:39:18 GMT -6
CommanderStarseed: Letting out a low whistle, he clapped Conrad on the shoulder and gave him a little shake. It was probably a stupid gesture to do to the person driving, but the kid didn't even noticeably wobble off course, so Rick considered it no harm, no foul.
"Wow, ya have a pair! I'm impressed, Connie!" Rick hollered, too close to Conrad's ear from his position in the backseat. He leaned backwards again, shooting a self-righteous look at Lorna and attempting to copy her cross-legged position mockingly. There wasn't enough room to do so though, so he settled for shoving his hands in his jeans pockets and sitting with his legs widely spread, invading as much of Lorna's personal space as he could without leaning into her.
"What happens once we cross dat checker?" He asked, bopping his knee up and down to some unheard beat against Lorna's leg.
zykrinnox: Lorna glared at him and shoved him with her knee when she moved her leg to see her injury better.
"We keep moving. Stock up if there's an encampment nearby and they give us the clearance to get in. Mostly just hope they haven't heard to watch out for us," she explained angrily as she took off her boot. She bit her lip hard when she tore off the sock and it scraped along the wound. Even Lorna had to admit that she was surprised that it was still bleeding.
She poured alcohol on it, uncaring that it was dripping down onto the floor and waited for the sting-- yep, there it was. Her teeth ground into her lip so hard that she tasted blood and she grabbed the sleeve of Rick's shirt without even thinking, clenching her fist around it. Out of sheer willpower, she was able to stay silent through the process, but she was beginning to think they had a point when they said the alcohol often hurt worse than the injury.
She breathed out and didn't even bother putting hydrogen peroxide or Neosporin on it. Fresh blood was trickling down her ankle now, having been agitated by the alcohol, so she quickly put a gauze on it and grabbed for a roll of bandages from the floor with some difficulty. She tightly bound her ankle and shook her head when she realized she probably wouldn't be able to get her boot back on and her sock was so blood-stained that she didn't want it near her foot. Sighing, she crossed her legs how they had been before and tried to ignore the blood that was already dotting the bandages.
"There, I did something about it," she said indignantly.
"Good," Conrad said from the front seat. "We'll be there pretty soon, I think."
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