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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 12:38:35 GMT -5
Teegan
Teegan was happily strolling the streets of Greenleaf, she'd never been there and was excited to explore it. She'd been wondering why she hadn't gotten out and traveled before. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd never gone many places or had the freedom to do so that made such a small simple place seem so wonderful. Sure she could have gone with the others shopping but she was more interested in finding a little trouble. She'd been locked up in the ship too long and was itching for a bit of mischief.
Even though she wasn't dressed like a slut, like she used to, she never the less got a few sly words. It put a little spring in her step. It'd been a while since she'd felt sexy. She was used to dressing in tight pants and covering up her scars with sweaters and jackets now, instead of flaunting her body like the old days. For a minute she even forgot she was a hideous monster and threw out a wink or two at passing men. Call her sick but there was a part of her that missed the power her former occupation had given her. But times change and so do people... though her... not so much.
It seemed like the day was turning out to be a good one, up until the sound of overhead engines caught her ear. She looked around at people stopping dead in the street to look upward, so she did too. The ships weren't alliance, that was for sure. And though she'd never been out in the black or in a position to meet up with Reavers, she knew that's what they were from the screams that rose over the buildings a ways off from where she was. For a second she didn't know what to do, people were running, screaming and being trampled as panic set in. She was shoved aside as people rushed away from the landing ships.
She drew in a shakey breath as she stared in shock, her body began to temble and she realized she wasn't running. It took a few uneven steps for her to stumble and fall to the ground.
Get up! Get up and run! She could hear her voice screaming at her in her head. Tears welled up in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet and began to run toward the ship. She knew she had a pistol on her hip but was too paniced to draw it. She dodged people as she ran across the streets and through alleys trying to remember where she'd come from.
She couldn't decide what her better chance was, finding the others or getting to the ship. All she knew was she had to run away from where those ships were landing.
"I don't want to die like this.. not like this." She sobbed to herself as she paused momentarally to catch her breath and get her barings. She looked around confused by the chaos and wished to god she was dreaming. Her hands were to her mouth as she frantically looked for something familiar. She had tears trailing down her face as she tried to hide in a door way and pull herself together. Taking out her pistol she waited for her mind to catch up and tell her where to go. Resting her head against the wall she shut her eyes and did something she never did.
She prayed.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 20:56:51 GMT -5
<From Port in the storm>
Marcus had kept to the alleys and backstreets, away from major roads. It had served him well enough. The reavers seemed to hunt in the open, and the cops went where they were. "Buddah protect those boys in blue." He mumbled.
Hobbling through the alleys he heard what might have been sobbing, or maybe mubbled words. He turned and saw a woman sitting in a doorway. She looked familiar, and through the haze of all the madness a name came to his lips.
"Teegan." He spoke, the gun at his side. The tool of murder... He clenched it. "TEEGAN." He said again, to make sure she heard him.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 20:57:27 GMT -5
Teegan
Teegan's eyes were clenched tightly as she begged for help from a god she wasn't sure was there. She was startled by her name suddenly being called out. Her heart skipped as she looked around for it's source, grateful for a familiar person. Seeing Marcus she broke into a run, stumbling slightly as her legs felt like jelly.
"Thank God! Marcus!" She ran to him grabbing him by the jacket, in a state of terror. She'd never come face to face with a reaver and didn't care to. She'd heard stories about them and was absolutly horrified by them. She made not attempt to play it cool, looking at Marcus desperately.
"Please tell me you're a good shot." She pleaded frantically looking over her shoulder out to the street. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 21:00:11 GMT -5
Marcus was gratified to see a person who was still living and not a monster. He'd been more than a bit worried that the next corner he'd went around would have a raving monster waiting to pounce.
"Thank God! Marcus!" The woman ran to him and flinched as she made contact. Her weight put pressure on his wounded leg and he hissed in pain. She backed off and looked at him with panic in her eyes. "Please tell me you're a good shot. Tears welled up in his eyes but he wiped them away.
"For the first time in my life, I wish I wasn't...." He admitted.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:00:55 GMT -5
Teegan
Teegan cringed remembering he was in pain. She looked at him startled and confused. "What do you MEAN!? There are Reavers looking to kill us! I wish to god i WAS!" She shook off her confusion and took a breath.
"We need to get the hell out of here. You can cry on my shoulder later, just please tell me you'll shoot anything that doesn't look human." She looked at him desperate. she was too scared to get all sweet and comforting at the momen. "I'll tell you what, you get me out of here alive and I'll owe you... anything." She glanced again around eager to get back to the ship. "I'll dress up in a sexy nurse costume and play doctor for god's sake!"
She looked at him realizing he wasn't going to be able to run and swore to herself. Perfect... she hoped he'd at least be able to hold those things off if it came to it. "I'll cover you. I'm not a marksmen or anything but i know which end the bullet comes out. Ok and I'll help you." She promised honestly, of course refurring to his injury and lack of speed.
"You can be my new BFF." She offered a smile trying to perk the man up and kick some kind of switch on him to get all survival instinct and such.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 21:01:27 GMT -5
Marcus shook his head when Teegan didn't understand. He didn't think she would. She didn't need to right now. But when she suggested covering him.
"This may sound offensive, but I'm not about to hand the only gun I've got to a panicking whore." He checked the gun and held it in the proper grip. "Stand behind me, keep an eye on what's behind us; and help me stay steady."
He thought about her offer and smiled. "We get out of this and I'll cut your hair and make you call me 'Sarge'." He held the gun up and close; no sense sticking his arms out for some reaver to hack off.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:02:15 GMT -5
Teegan
Teegan crossed her arms and raised a brow at him. She gave him a dry sarcastic smile, "Offensive? oh no I LOVE being called whore." She wasn't going to get into it now though because they were about to die. So she simply nodded and did as she was told.
She smirked at his crack about cutting her hair. "Oh... you have a thing for men then? Yes SIR." She jabbed giving a salute and following him. "Oh and for the Record. call me a whore again and i'll bite your dick of K?" She said with a chipper little smile. But she ment it, only she got to call herself whore.
Being as scared as she was she was almost happy for the change of mindset, a little banter, threatening a mans dick... always helped her cheer up a bit. But dispite him calling her a whore she already liked this guy. Dry, jokes, and he was willing to save her ass. She remained quiet for a while watching him, every so often putting her hand out when he teetered off balance.
"Have you ever... you know been in a reaver attack?" She asked quietly, obviously hoping he had some experience. "Because I'd really like to not die today."
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 21:03:00 GMT -5
Marcus smirked at her spirit. He just might live if this philly was at his back... she wouldn't hesitate to call out something fishy. She might give away their position, but it's not like Marcus could snap to cover like he used to.
At her counter to his suggestion he just smiled. "Men, women, it's all the same in the end." But he leaned close and smiled. "But for the record, some of the best Browncoats in the war were women."
At her threat he smirked. "Lima Charlie, Private Teegan." After a pause. "Loud and clear..."
Her question caught him off guard though. "Kinda. It was on Lazarus, but they never got me... guess they didn't think to chase the meat that was already in the cages. " He winced as that piece of his past leaked out.
"Local Militia came down hard on em, kinda like how the cops are doing, now." He looked up in the skies, there was still howling of vehicles, but he couldn't tell what was what. "But I don't know about all this air combat. Any birds with guns are gonna stick near the rich and military, probably. Maybe."
He shook his head. "Best bet is getting to the Minerva. Virgil probably has a stash of guns." He didn't remember if hte man had shown him an armory during his stay on the ship. But it would be near the bridge, and he could get a preflight up and going, hopefully.
He focused on the moment, as best he could. "Let's keep quiet and move from cover to cover. You see anything crazy and screaming, tell me. Kay?" He asked over his shoulder.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:03:50 GMT -5
Teegan
Current Time - 10:39 P.M, Alliance Standard Time
Teegan looked up at Marcus as he leaned in and smirked. Cheeky guy. She even laughed a little at his military jargon after her threat. He was growing on her. She followed closely and listened to him talk, never taking her eyes off her surroundings. You didn't have to look at someone to listen to what they were saying.
She made note of his comment about Lazarus and decided if it was going to be brought up it would have to be later because now was NOT the time. She nodded in agreement about getting back to the ship and remaining quiet. All she wanted was to get back to the safty of the ship and hoped to God Virgil and Corran were there, she trusted they could handle themselves. Virgil had yet to let her down so she was counting on him to keep her safe. She wasn't going to lie, being right smack in the face of death made things very clear and she wanted to see him again. Who knows maybe she'd even admit how she felt about him.
But being scared made a girl crazy and she wasn't making any plans until she knew she'd see tomorrow.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 21:04:22 GMT -5
Marcus kept his ears open, and near as he could venture, things were quiet near where they were. "Okay. We need to move quick for a bit. Maybe find a -URGH" He flinched. The nails in his leg flared up again. "Wow, power tools make nasty CQB kit." He sighed. "Let's find a place for me to check this out"
He looked around, there was a road to the main street, and a narrow alley. He hobbled along and kept his eyes up for anything jumping down from a roof or landing. It was a damn good way to get the drop on someone. He stopped and shook his head.
"I can't believe I thought that pun... " He sighed and found a place to rest his wounded ass. Even after a week it was still sore; maybe more so than when he first wounded it.
He looked up at the fire escapes and sighed. "If I had my rifle I'd want to go up there and start picking off shots to clear the way... probably get eaten." He shook his head. "Damnit...."
It was building, a guilt in the back of his head like a knife twisting in a wound. "Damnit..." he held his face in his free hand. "Keep your eyes open, keep breathing." He was talking to himself as much Teegan. "Don't seize up..."
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:05:06 GMT -5
Teegan
Teegan watched him concerned, she gently moved him against the wall. "You should rest... " She turned leaning down to pull the flask out of her thigh high boot. It was intentional, but she did still bend over the way strippers do. She untwisted the cap taking a much needed swig of the harsh alcohol, perhaps it would calm her nerves. As she glanced around she handed the flask to Marcus.
"that must hurt like hell.." She commented, she was genuinly worried about him. And it wasn't far from her mind that he was her only hope of living through this. She'd never been shot but she could almost feel his pain by looking at his face. "Maybe you should sit and give it a rest?" she wondered out loud venturing to peek out at the street. But she wasn't stupid and didn't have a death wish so she didn't go far.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 21:05:26 GMT -5
Marcus took Teegan's advice and sat down, and he had to admit that she did have some fine curves. "Sorry bout calling you that before." He said, find some focus in it. When she took a flask out he took it willingly. Rather than swig from it, he tore the leg of his pants to get a clear look at the nails. he swore and gritted his teeth at the sight.
"Need to keep my sight clear." He sighed, and poured the drink onto his wounds, hissing in pain as the drink burned at his wounds. It was the best he could do. He wasn't a medic.
Medic....
"Alison," he whispered. "Damnit..." He sighed and handed Teegan the flask. The pain on his leg had fired up again with the whiskey, he'd stay awake for a while longer at least.
He flexed his healing foot. It hurt only mildly. He guessed he hadn't reopened it just yet, but he was going to need an actual doctor at this point. "least this is a planet where I'm like to find one... a doctor..." He shook his head.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:06:01 GMT -5
Teegan
Teegan looked at Marcus a little surprised that he apologized. She smiled a little, "It's not the first or the last time i'll get called that." She said with a forgiving tone. "It just reminds me of the guy who--" She paused. "Who pretty much ruined the only thing I have... which is this." She said motioning to her body. She wasn't too keen on sharing the extensive burn scars. She used to be flawless and have every man drooling over her. Now, as far as she was concerned was a monster. "And did this." She said pulling up her sweater's sleave to show the burns on her arm, obviously a cigar. Those... weren't as hard to admit to.
She leaned up against the wall taking the flask back and drinking some more. She sighed a little waiting for that familiar warm feeling to take over. She understood why he wasn't drinking and was grateful for it, though it was a shame to watch all that lovely booze drizzle on the ground.
She looked at him when she heard him say something. She wouldn't push it as he looked mighty pained by whatever it was. She nodded about the doctor. "Certainly looks like you could use a real one. Though i have to say, power tool for a wound. That's kinda bad ass." She said with a slight smile.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 21:06:33 GMT -5
"Still rude of me. I mean you're no barfly doxie and, in all probability, not a companion; registered or otherwise..." He turned his head in case she had a comment for that. But when she mentioned the scars he got quiet.
"Yeah..." He sighed, he knew all about that. He rubbed the skin over his right shoulder blade and looked over to her. She'd showed her's.... He rolled off his jacket. "There are some sick bastards in the 'Verse..."
He leaned to the side and pulled down on the worn out shirt. A tattoo for a Browncoat company was visible, a simple design, two hawk feathers crossed like bones in a jolly roger, A crosshair in place of the skull, and numbers that, while in the position of the 'settings' for the sight, were Marcus's service number. This tattoo was on top of a raised scar that could be felt if touched. It was exactly the same feeling of the brands used on livestock.
He looked at Teegan with a sad smirk. "But we get up, we keep going, and we shoot the bastards in the face before we run."
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:07:24 GMT -5
Teegan
She smiled again at him. "Don't worry about it." She sighed and nodded. there were some real bastards out there. She looked at him, she recognized that look. He knew pain too. She Squatted down to get a better look, she could see the scar though the tattoo caught her eye first.
"Neat tattoo." She said with a sympathetic smile, they indeed shared something in common. "So I take it you were ... you know." She wasn't going to say it knowing the memory had to be painful. But he had to know she was hinting toward slave. "I guess I kind of was too. Though He branded me a... bit better than these." She said faultering a little.
She nodded a little at his comment. "Sure wish I had a gun that night..." She pulled her Sweater sleeve off exposing the scarring on her arm, and shoulder which showed as her tank top didn't cover much. She didn't look at him a moment as she was embarrassed by it. But she couldn't help but feel a kinship with this man. And she finally felt like someone understood.
Finally she did look him in the eye forcing a little laugh, which cracked as her eyes misted slightly, but she didn't cry. "Apparently Pimps hate no and whores are flamable. Go figure." She sat beside him with a sigh. "But i'll have you know I used to be absolutly flawless." She said with a bit of a far away look in her eyes. "I could bring a man to his knees with the bat of my lashes." She shook her head. "Course now... I'm not as easy on the eyes." She said looking at her scarred arm.
"But we DID survive right?"
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 21:07:58 GMT -5
Marcus shook his head at her casual thought of shooting the man. "It's not as easy, taking the life of the one who holds the leash. Course it was either that, or patricide..." He admitted. "And that's one sin, I had no reason, nor desire, to commit." He stood up and righted his coat.
As she revealed more of her scars, Marcus couldn't help but hiss; whoever did this deserved to rot, breathing but not alive. He reached out and ran a finger gently along the lines between scar tissue and unmarred flesh.
"Whores, Slave boys, and you," Marcus added to her comment about combustion.
When she remarked about her former flawlessness, Marcus had to put a foot down. "Flaws aren't in the flesh... Think my old man said that once." He smirked. He stretched his legs and stood up.
"Survive... that's a word for it. Cause ya wonder if your still living. If breathin' and moving on is enough." He looked to Teegan. "But I think moving forward is a good idea right now. Savvy?"
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:08:32 GMT -5
Teegan
Teegan Looked at him when he stated that killing wasn't all that easy. "No hell hath the furry of a woman scorned right? Well this womans a hell bitch who wants her revenge and I intend on having it." She'd remembered the quote from somewhere, perhaps it had been her mother. The mother who'd taught her to take a mans dick when he took your dignity. Boy would she have been ashamed of her daughter had she known what she put up with with Rig. She was her mother's daughter and her mother was a man eater.
Teegan watched him touch her, then looked at him a quiet moment and smiled a little. "Well that's very sweet. Trust me I have more under the skin." She pulled herself to her feet brushed herself off and remembered what was happening.
"Yeah no shit. Lets get the hell out of here. " She said pulling her sweater on and taking one final swig of her flask before tucking it away. "I'm not in any mood to die today." With a bit of renewed hope, but still scared shitless she proceeded to follow her companion, hopefully to safty. Or death... either way she followed.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 21:08:56 GMT -5
The young man couldn't really comment further. The woman had given him plenty to think on, once they were out of this slice of Hell.
Near as he could tell, there was nothing going on in the alley, and the sounds echoing from the streets were too far off.
"We need to get to the Minerva faster than this. Main road for a short run. Then into the alleys for a stretch... hug the walls. Watch the windows."
Marcus double checked the gun, safety off. Nothing jamming the mechanisms. He nodded at Teegan and went ahead.
The streets were clear, but it seemed as if there was a body or two. He didn't get near enough to tell if they were Reaver or not, but whomever they were; they weren't getting up again. He moved close along the walls of the buildings.
The sounds in the air were loud and numerous, but it didn't seem like anyone was talking or shouting commands. There was a smell of smoke and it was clear someone was jumping around up there.
"Keep low and quiet, we don't know whose up there...." He hoped that the Reavers weren't looking down at that moment.
He hobbled as fast as he could, keeping himself down and his gun ready. He hoped that the only thing they'd meet would be other people running for their lives...
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:09:22 GMT -5
Teegan opened her mouth to object but instead just followed. She grew nervous again as they left the safty of the alley. She looked about, catching the sight of the bodies and looked away quickly. She let out a small gasp as her hand went to her mouth. She felt like she was going to be sick. All she could think about was weather or not they were next.
Teegans eyes grew wide as she heard movement and with Marcus' order she drew in a shuddering breath. Oh dear god we're going to die, she kept thinking. "What do we do if it's a reaver? I mean you can't exactly run.. and i sure as hell cant shoot. " She whispered frantically. For a second she touched his arm.
"Promise me if they get ahold of me you'll shoot me." She said quite seriously. She didn't want to die like that, she'd had enough of horrible thing happening to her and she was not going to go out being tortured.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 2, 2012 21:09:55 GMT -5
Rienna Stone
The screaming.....had...to stop..... she couldn't endure it another minute......
"Re-vers..."how many times has she heard that from bed time stories, but never thought she would ever encounter them.
She knew she was helpless to save anyone. The men, women....and the children ...dying, the overwhelming stench of death, that she was oh so familiar with wafted into her nose making her stomach churn. She could do something, fully stocked with ammo, and guns. Saving someone was possible, but she also needed a way off this rock.
Everything was moving in slow motion or at least felt that way she was pushing herself to her utmost limit, her legs felt like rubber and her muscles ached. Riena had her weapons, but only two grenades left. Starting to feel helpless to her cause of saving herself, She caught sight of a couple half crouched rounding a building, his coat looked vaugley familiar, (So there was a silver lining)..... "Marcus"
She smiled, "We meet again". She pulled out her gun, and sprinted towards them with a smile, "Hey!, You both look like you could use some help" She looked at Marcus, and then at the young woman, "Hey there...." smiling noticing her flask.
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