<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel 》<br/>
<i>Location: Campgrounds<br/>
Addressing: Dan, Armando &amp; Kennedy</i><br/>
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TRIGGER WARNING: Homophobic slurs and attitudes​</div><br/>Rebel was borderline pissed. The day had started out as shit, the pile got higher and hotter, and now it was downright steaming. To top it off he was having a tough time with just not feeling 'right.' He had pieced enough together to figure out that he had been knocked out momentarily and probably had a concussion, and the heat and lack of food wasn't helping, not to mention that no matter how much water he drank, he felt dehydrated.<br/><br/>Fuck this all. He was ready to go home, and by that he didn't mean Abendblume. He wanted to go home to before the world went to shit and he had a decent apartment, a steady job, and could count on gas in the pumps and groceries at the store.<br/><br/>When Dan finished up with his pep talk Rebel waved him over. "What the hell happened back there?" he asked, squinting against the setting sun behind the tall blond.<br/><br/>"What do you mean?" Dan swiveled at his hips to motion towards the others. "Them?"<br/><br/>"No, not<i>them</i>. The horses. The wagon. What the fuck happened there?"<br/><br/>"Oh, ah…" Dan swiped a hand through his long hair and managed to look sheepish despite the reddish beard on his face. He shrugged lightly. "Armando jumped down from the driver's seat to go handle something, and a minute later the horses spooked. I tried to stop them, but things went to hell and, well – you saw what happened. What was going on back there?" His eyes roamed over Rebel's face; they hadn't had a chance to talk since then, and he was not blind to the looks some of the people were giving the man.<br/><br/>"Some bleeding-heart tyrants decided they had the right to stop people from doing or going where they wanted, "for their own good," and didn't seem to understand that no one elected them the governor of the B Team." He rubbed a hand over his jaw, still smarting from the blow and feeling both disappointed and betrayed that a fellow sworn officer would have pulled a dick move like that.<br/><br/><i>"I don't think we should try to make it back tonight," Armando shared his opinion, approaching Rebel and Dan to interrupt their conversation.</i><br/><br/>Rebel scowled at Armando. He was annoyed at the interruption and pissed that the man had hung him out to dry. "You think?" Sarcasm laced his tone. He waited while Armando called out for Kennedy, then reached out to stop him from leaving.<br/><br/>"You abandoned your fucking post and got that horse killed; probably the other one, too," Rebel accused. "You didn't step in while I got fucking concussed," he added, not realizing that Armando was the reason he had been knocked over, "and now you're going to go run around with your pet faggot looking for wood? You might as well stay here permanently. Once Hale hears about this he's going to think twice about how much trust he puts in you."