we own the sky`[CALIFORNIA] an apocalyptic roleplay`
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				Title: <strong>we own the sky`[CALIFORNIA] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 23:21:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/03/03/beach,photography,sea-4ecc6898c8f9e8a92210681639c042bb_h.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 3.95em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>california`</strong></span><br><br><em>Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave<br>Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;<br>Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.<br>I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.</em><br>-Edna St. Vincent Millay<br><br>-----<br><br><strong>Emily Fleming</strong> 16 years ♀ <em>claimed by polaroids</em><br>x (http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj83/beckyloufilip/835024198_62b782c77b.jpg) x (http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj83/beckyloufilip/834242793_e567a98bbb.jpg) x (http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj83/beckyloufilip/l_455bd602e8f1d7e1d5a6b167de44167b.jpg) x (http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj83/beckyloufilip/l_83a7fc0eb85acc53c8e6eb3107238696.jpg)<br><br><br><strong>Parker Fairfax</strong> 29 years ♂ <em>claimed by hpddj</em><br>x (http://groovyvic.mu.nu/archives/images/smokin.jpg) x (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=scriih&amp;s=5=http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=30wrp8n&amp;s=5) x (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2qi22bd&amp;s=5) x (http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=30wrp8n&amp;s=5)<br><br><br><strong>Sage Roberts</strong> 19 years ♂ <em>claimed by kipoc</em><br>x (http://content9.flixster.com/photo/31/54/65/3154651_tml.jpg) x (http://lo3010.k12.sd.us/pictures/justin.jpg) x (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/Swimtotheend9933/Justin%20Chatwin/JustinChatwin12.jpg) x (http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll103/DesignerJessie95/Justin%20Chatwin/36.jpg)<br><br><br><br>Original Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35470.0)<br>Washington [coming soon]<br>Utah [coming soon]<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[CALIFORNIA] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 00:19:55</strong>
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				Most sixteen year old girls spent their Saturdays in dressing rooms, pinching their hips and whining about the extra inch they'd just <em>kill</em> to rid themselves of.&nbsp; Most sixteen year old girls spent their Saturdays stretched across their bed, legs dangling over the edge while they babbled into the mouthpiece of a phone, face flushing every time a particular boy's name was brought up.&nbsp; Most sixteen year old girls spent their Saturdays, especially the Saturdays of a very important school dance, primping themselves so that they'd look absolutely perfect for their dates and photos later that night.<br><br>Sometimes, Emily really did wish she was most of the other sixteen year old girls in Agoura Hills.&nbsp; <br><br>This thought usually flit into her mind during one of the many rushes the Do-or-Diner experienced on the weekends.&nbsp; Most Saturday or Sunday mornings, the small restaurant was packed and Emily had to practically balance dishes on her head in order to deliver all of the customer's orders in time.&nbsp; Strangely enough, despite it being about ten in the morning, the majority of the booths and stools remained empty.&nbsp; The television droned on in the background, and Emily realized that for once, she was able to actually <em>hear</em> what the newscasters were saying.&nbsp; Usually there was so much noise during her shifts that she could barely even comprehend her own thoughts.<br><br>"You not goin' to Prom or anythin', Em?"<br><br>The familiar voice quickly drew her attention, and the young female allowed her gaze to lift from the packets of sugar strewn across the counter.&nbsp; Pink, brown, blue, yellow... It was a boring job, sorting them into their proper positions within containers, but someone had to do it.&nbsp; Otherwise there would be anarchy in the diner!&nbsp; Nobody would be able to decipher the artificial sweeteners from the sugar!&nbsp; <br><br>"No.&nbsp; Nobody asked, and Sophomores can't go alone."&nbsp; Small shoulders slowly lifted and fell into a shrug before she turned back to her job, tiny fingers pinching the edges of each packet before sliding them into the correct color arrangements.&nbsp; "Besides, I need the money.&nbsp; I'm only six hundred away from that camera."&nbsp; She flashed her employer an award-winning grin, causing a chuckle to escape the portly old woman.&nbsp; "When I was yer age, I'd do everythin' I could ter stay away from workin'."&nbsp; A beefy hand swung towards the windows carelessly.&nbsp; "On beautiful days like this 'un, I'd be found galavantin' down by the beach and tryin' to soak up some sun."<br><br>"Yeah, but Addie.&nbsp; You keep forgetting."&nbsp; Dropping the packets of sugar, Emily rolled up her sleeves, fingertips drumming lightly against her pallid skin.&nbsp; "Every time I wander out into the sun's rays I end up burning to a crisp.&nbsp; Which isn't really fun for me.&nbsp; So I'd much rather prefer to remain inside where its safe and I won't end up like a fried egg."&nbsp; <br><br>A loud, bellowing laugh escaped Addie while she snatched up a rag from the counter.&nbsp; Inhaling sharply, she took a moment to catch her breath, head shaking lightly from side to side.&nbsp; The edges of Emily's mouth remained pulled back, forming a wild grin, which slowly began to fade as she allowed the newscaster's voice to steadily immerse her in the television.&nbsp; Her brow furrowed slightly as her elbows rested on the edge of the countertop, a cascade of russet waves falling over one shoulder.<br><br><em>'In other news: The government has recently announced a<br>quarantine for a small town located in Arizona.&nbsp; The town is<br>believed to have been infected with a new strain of Anthrax,<br>although, officials claim they have everything under control<br>and the quarantine is just for extra precautions...'</em><br><br>"Hate the news," Addie barked suddenly, causing Emily to jump slightly in her seat.&nbsp; Lumbering over towards the television, she quickly began flipping through the channels.&nbsp; Emily couldn't help but notice that the majority of the new stations were either discussing some sort of quarantine (either the town in Arizona, or another one in Nevada) or warnings about a summer flu.&nbsp; "Maybe we should get our shots," she suggested out loud, shifting her position on the stool, fingers curling around a hairband that hung loosely on one wrist.<br><br>"Doctors are full of bologna," the bulky employer scoffed, thick arms crossing over her chest while she peered over towards the young waitress.&nbsp; "Just keep yerself healthy and the body'll fight off those lil' illnesses free o' charge."&nbsp; With a wink, she straightened up and shuffled towards the kitchen, muttering something about having to help Arnold fix a faulty sink.<br><br>"Whatever you say, Addie," Emily snickered under her breath, pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail.&nbsp; Then, she slumped forward, and returned to the exhilarating task of organizing sugar packets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[CALIFORNIA] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 00:52:36</strong>
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				Parker pulled into the diner's parking lot, not wishing to risk another minute on the lunatic American streets. Never mind the fact that all of these Yanks drove <em>backwards</em>; they all drove like they had a flight to catch, with little compassion for the cautious Scot behind the wheel of the green Rover. His knuckles were white as he grasped Sarah's hand; Parker Fairfax let out an easy sigh as he shut down the engine. "Well, ahh, here we are, Mrs. Fairfax." It was a charming reminder of his recent marriage, although Sarah scowled. Parker had said they would go eat at one of the popular sushi bars that California offered, but this place, the Do-or-Diner, looked like an establishment whose specialty was the heart-attack special cheeseburger.<br><br>So what if he had broken his promise for sushi? Sarah glowed whenever she looked at Parker. The couple both were employed by the Matthews Boys Academy, teaching Literature. Parker didn't believe in love at first sight, not until he met Sarah Wofford. Tall, thin, blond, she looked more the part of a Californian than Parker ever would. They had married only a handful of days ago, and had gone on their flight to Burbank, only after a romantic night to themselves.<br><br>With a playfully dismissive sigh, she said "Well, I'm sure they offer something here I've never tried." She broke his grip on Parker's hand and got out of the Rover, only to rejoin him on the outside. He pushed the door open, and was greeted by a clinking bell tied to one of the hinges at the top. "After you, my lady." He gave a ridiculously extravagant bow, which was really just a ruse so that he could get a better look at her legs. Her silky white sundress went down to about her knees, which only made her look more like a native of the area.<br><br>After she entered, Parker soon followed, feeling kind of foolish for his own choice of attire. A wool jacket which was stiflingly hot in the Californian sun; As a Scot, the weather was simply unbearable, and he had no idea how Sarah managed. The two of them took a seat at a booth near the door, and Parker looked about the room for a server. He spotted a lovely young dark-haired girl chatting with an older woman. If not for Sarah's presence beside him, he would be drooling for the young girl; Parker had a <em>thing</em> for young women, one that bordered on obsession. After meeting Sarah, though, this obsession died down into a passing fancy; his eyes were only for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[CALIFORNIA] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 02:05:57</strong>
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				The tinkling bell immediately sent Emily into an almost automatic motion.&nbsp; Her head shifted towards the doorway, just in time to witness Parker's overly elaborate bow.&nbsp; Hiding a smirk, she slid off of her seat on the stool, making sure to grab two lamented menus just before landing soundlessly on the ground.&nbsp; Tucking them underneath one arm, she used her free hand to snatch up one of the sugar containers before stepping delicately towards the couple's table.&nbsp; The rubber soles of her small, pink canvas shoes squeaked as she walked across the checkered, linoleum tiles.&nbsp; The entirety of the diner had been set in up to resemble something out of the 1950s, which included a jukebox (it had been broken for several months, though) and Norman Rockwell-esque posters.&nbsp; Even her uniform's design appeared to have been pilfered from Ruby's diner, red-stripes and all.&nbsp; However, due to her petite frame, she had been forced to safety pin the back of the dress in several places just to keep it on.<br><br>She couldn't have stood more then two or three inches over five feet, her twiggy build drowning within the oversized dress.&nbsp; Despite her size (or lack thereof), she tried her best to stand tall and straight, flashing her best smile towards the couple when she approached the edge of their booth.&nbsp; "Hello," she chirped, sliding the sugar container across the table.&nbsp; The object came to a halt just millimeters away from the ketchup bottle causing the young girl to beam momentarily.<br><br>"Is there anything I can get you two to drink?&nbsp; Coffee?&nbsp; Juice...?"&nbsp; Her voice trailed off as&nbsp; she heard the door swing open suddenly, the bell clattering indecently as a result.&nbsp; Instantaneously, she craned her neck to peer towards the entrance, cerulean gaze landing on the figure of a hunched man.&nbsp; Despite the weather, he was wrapped in a heavy looking coat and had a wad of tissues pressed against the lower half of his face.&nbsp; Occasionally, he'd let out a loud cough, sputtering and sniffling while he shuffled towards a stool by the counter.&nbsp; "Oh, uh, sorry.&nbsp; Here're your menus."&nbsp; Embarrassed for her temporary lapse in attention, she held the rectangular spreads towards each of them.&nbsp; "Um, we have tea, also.&nbsp; If you'd prefer that."&nbsp; She'd recalled detecting some sort of accent earlier, but quickly made a mental note to kick herself for making such a stereotype.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 08:31:00</strong>
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				Parker chimed up with "coffee, please", at the same time Sarah said "Soda pop, if you have it". There was a little confusion between the two of them, but Parker only smiled. "I'll have some coffee, and the missus would have a ginger." Sarah knew why he ordered coffee, and she sighed at the thought of driving. At nearly all times, her husband kept a flask of whiskey in his jacket pocket, as he was quite fond of Irish coffee.<br><br>Parker paid the sick older man little heed, although the man's raspy coughs slowly grated on his nerves. When the serving girl went to see about their drinks, he said in a low voice to Sarah, "She's a bonnie girl, you think?" To which she scowled lightly and kicked him under the table.
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				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 09:53:29</strong>
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				Walking down the road, Sage was on his way home after a tiring overnight shift.&nbsp; Late yesterday afternoon, he'd started his marathon work effort at a local bar pulling drinks for an increasingly vocal crowd and finished it just minutes before at the local grocery score.&nbsp; He was exhausted as he'd spent the last seven or so hours unpacking thousands of grocery items in a dimly lit store with virtually noone to talk to.&nbsp; It was physically demanding with very little reward - even the pay was a pittance.<br><br>As he walked past the diner, the smell of food that wafted out the door drew his attention.&nbsp; Quickly opening his wallet, he looked inside half expecting a moth or two to fly out.&nbsp; None did, but the amount of money in there was likely not enough to attract them anyway.&nbsp; Knowing he had food back at home started his feet moving again... at least, that is, until he realised that awaiting him at home were at least two of his roommates, all sniffling away and feeling sorry for themselves for having contracted this flu that was going round.&nbsp; That very thought made all food at home lose it's appetising appeal and he spun round and walked into the diner decisively.<br><br>The chime of the bell as he walked through the door made him smile slightly as he looked around the nostalgic setting around him.&nbsp; Looking around, he tried to pick a seat out of the way where he could sit down and not embarrass himself if he fell asleep.
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				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 08:19:15</strong>
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				Coffee and soda was easy enough to remember.&nbsp; Even so, Emily couldn't help but carefully pluck a shabby looking notebook from the front pocket of her apron.&nbsp; Flipping the cover and several pages over the worn binding, she quickly scribbled down the order just before whirling around on her heel to head towards the kitchen.&nbsp; There was a subtle skip in each step--a reminder to the world of the youth which still clung to her, despite her attempts at resembling an adult.<br><br>Her head tilted towards the direction of the two new arrivals, lips parting to inform them she'd be just a minute.&nbsp; A moment before she could utter the words an arm all but lashed out in front of her, fingers curling tightly around her arm before yanking backwards.&nbsp; A loud yelp followed as Emily nearly lost her balance and just barely managed to regain it in time.&nbsp; While she was frantically straightening up, her arm was released, and she allowed her wide-eyed gaze to flicker towards the man she'd seen entering earlier.&nbsp; He'd taken a seat on the very edge of the counter just feet away from the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen.&nbsp; His coughing had grown more adamant, both hands pressed against his mouth while his shoulders shook violently from the sheer force of each loud bark.&nbsp; It took her a moment to decipher that he was croaking '<em>water</em>' in between wheezes, and another for the demand to fully register into her brain.&nbsp; "Oh!"&nbsp; She exclaimed suddenly, stumbling towards the swinging doors and disappearing behind them.&nbsp; The notebook she had used to scrawl the Fairfax's orders upon lay opened, face-down on the linoleum tiles, completely forgotten.<br><br>As Emily desperately rummaged through the kitchen, the man fell into a violent fit of sneezes which were barely contained by the drenched Kleenexes he still desperately clutched to his face.&nbsp; By the time she'd returned, he resumed coughing, occasionally managing to choke up what she assumed (but tried her best not to think about) was mucus.&nbsp; "Sir..."&nbsp; The word was spoken timidly as the glass of water was held out towards him, several droplets running along the surface due to her rush to fill it.&nbsp; Without responding, the man dropped his wad of tissues and snatched the glass from her grasp causing it to slosh and spill over the countertop.&nbsp; Emily paid little heed to the mess since she was far too busy gaping at the tissues which had been discarded.<br><br>"Sir!&nbsp; You're bl-"<br><br>At that precise moment the man let out another uncontrollable sneeze, spraying a mixture of water, mucus and blood all over Emily's front.&nbsp; Too stunned to react, she stood rooted to the spot, watching in dismay as he lost his balance and fell to the floor with a resounding 'thud'.&nbsp; The glass followed seconds after, shattering upon impact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[CALIFORNIA] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 04:35:18</strong>
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				Parker and Sarah were staring at the commotion caused by the ill man at the counter. His hackles were raised, they looked on in horror when the man fell off of his stool. Parker couldn't immediately tell, but he knew that the man was dead. They both flinched when a glass shattered, and Parker was on his feet, kneeling over the violently sick man, checking for a pulse or signs of life.<br><br>Sarah slid out after him, taking Emily by the elbow and turning her around. "It's not for your eyes lass, go dial an ambulance..." To be truthful, Sarah loathed the sight of blood, and she would raise no objection of the young waitress needed her company.
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				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 05:40:10</strong>
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				Sage's eyes were torn from his search for a booth when the decrepitly dressed man started coughing loudly and acting erratically.&nbsp; Suddenly unsure of his choice and wondering whether it might have been better for him to return to his coughing spluttering roommates, he was shocked as the man coughed forth a mixture of blood and water onto the poor waitress, before dropping to the ground.<br><br>Shocked, he just stood and stared... at least, until he heard one of the other diners mention an ambulance.&nbsp; Calling out, he said "I can do that, look after her... and him if you can.'&nbsp; Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open.&nbsp; Calling 911, he waited impatiently for an operator to come on the line.&nbsp; <br><br>"Can he hear you? Is he breathing? Does he have a pulse? I need to let them know something." he said nervously.
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				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 06:50:33</strong>
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				Emily hadn't noticed that her hands had slowly drifted over her face, palms pressing against her nose and mouth while her gaze remained on the man whom had just crumpled to the floor.&nbsp; It wasn't until Sarah whirled her around that she was able to bring her mind make to the present, frantically wiping the droplets off her face (though, she merely left small red smears against her skin).&nbsp; She was unable to act out on the woman's demand, her feet remaining rooted to the spot.&nbsp; <br><br>In the meantime, Addie had heard the commotion from her position by the grille, and burst back into the dining area with such force that the swinging doors crashed into and dented the walls.&nbsp; "Whats goin' on here?"&nbsp; She growled while rolling up her sleeves and pushing Parker aside.&nbsp; "Did he eat anythin' funny?"&nbsp; Though, judging by his appearance the man had been quite sick even before entering the diner.&nbsp; Addie mentally scolded herself for thanking God that there wasn't a chance of being sued.<br><br>Pressing one, meaty hand over his forehead, she let out a loud hiss.&nbsp; "He's burnin' a terrible fever.&nbsp; But I think I got a pulse...Tell 'em to hurry the hell up."&nbsp; The orders were barked in Sage's direction before she veered to peer over at Parker.&nbsp; "You!&nbsp; Get me a cold towel so we can try and cool 'em down.&nbsp; Should be in the kitchen, by the sink." Waving her hand in his direction, she returned her attention to the man just before she let out a loud cough into the crook of her arm.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 07:07:11</strong>
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				Parker was too stunned to do anything on the contrary to Addie's orders, so he stepped gingerly over the ill man and went to the kitchen, past Sarah and the serving girl. The tag on her shirt read <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Emily</span>, and he tried to say something positive to cheer the obviously distraught girl, but nothing came to mind, so he went into the kitchen, looking for this fabled towel the fat woman demanded.<br><br>Sarah lead the girl to a booth, despite her rigid objection. She had an arm draped around Emily, but she herself was starting to get the chills, afraid that Parker might have contracted something, anything from being too close to that sick man. Little did the woman know that it was in fact her that would soon be coughing blood all over.<br><br>She rubbed the girl's shoulder reassuringly, speaking in a gentle tone. "It's alright now, I'm sure he's going to be fine." She sounded quite demeaning; surely, this girl wasn't a child, and these Americans were so dumbed down to violence and death anyways.<br><br>Parker was practically jogging back to the main dining area with a wet towel, poorly rung. It dripped on his wool jacket and down his arms and sleeves, and he handed his burden tentatively to Addie. Parker looked over to the younger man who had just entered when everything started going wrong, a shy smile on his face. "I s'pose you've lost your appetite, then? I'm Parker Fairfax." He didn't really feel comfortable shaking hands at that moment; the thought of germs made him fold his hands beneath his armpits, never wanting to release them again. Instead, he offered the younger man a nod of the head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[CALIFORNIA] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 13:11:51</strong>
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				Sage nodded in response to the woman's order - he didn't know here yet she scared him already.&nbsp; At least she was taking charge of everybody, he acknowledged.&nbsp; Leaning into the phone, he nodded in response to what the 911 operator was telling him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, that's right.&nbsp; The Do-or-Diner.&nbsp; Yes, that's right." Sage said in short staccato bursts, obviously in response to scripted questions.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; An ambulance.&nbsp; He's got a fever and I think he's still got a pulse, but it may not be strong.&nbsp; No... No.. I don't know who he is.&nbsp; I can't really tell his age either, he just collapsed. Right.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Ok, I'll stay on the line."<br><br>Waving slightly, trying to get the attention of the lady crouched over the man, he called out.&nbsp; "They're on their way.&nbsp; They say turn him on his side, make sure he doesn't have anything blocking his breathing."<br><br>That said, Sage could only stand there and wonder what he got himself into.&nbsp; Knowing he'd be no use trying to help with the man, he shuffled from foot to foot nervously watching the activity, occasionally looking out the door to see if he could see or hear the ambulance.&nbsp; As he waited, he thought about things a bit more and a puzzled look crossed his face as he realised that in the last one or two days he'd heard far more ambulance sirens than was normal.
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				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 05:52:39</strong>
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				Addie quickly obliged to Sage's commands, gently tucking her beefy fingers underneath the unconscious man's shoulders to help tilt him onto one side.&nbsp; "Sounds like he's pretty damned congested," she grunted, one hand still placed on his shoulder to help keep him slightly elevated.&nbsp; There was a faint, rasping noise that occasionally managed to escape the man's mouth--but every time he exhaled, mucus and droplets of blood dribbled down the side of his mouth before sliding towards the tip of his chin.&nbsp; When Parker had returned with the wet towel, she snatched it out of his grasp with her free hand, proceeding to gently wipe away the mess around the ill man's lips.<br><br>In the meantime, Emily remained huddled against the other female's body, unaware that her own shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.&nbsp; Having been isolated in her little bubble all her life, she'd never experienced something quite this <em>terrifying</em>.&nbsp; All the stuff on the news about epidemics and lethal flus seemed like it was in a far off world--not right here in So-Cal.<br><br>"I need to wash off," she blurted out suddenly while ripping away from Sarah's grasp.&nbsp; Nearly tripping over her own feet, she stumbled back into the kitchen and practically dove towards the sink.&nbsp; The realization that the man--the incredibly <em>sick</em> and <span class="bbc_u">dying</span> man---had sneezed millions of his little germs all down her front had sent her into a panic.&nbsp; As she scrubbed ferociously at her palms and face the distant sound of sirens managed to make its way through the cracks of the diner.&nbsp; However, by the time the ambulance had screeched into the parking-lot, Addie rose to her feet.<br><br>"Nothin' they can do now," the woman announced solemnly, wiping her palms on her apron.&nbsp; "He's gone."
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 10:14:21</strong>
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				Parker was stunned by the suddenness of it all, and he sat back in his booth, although his appetite had vanished. He took a sip out of his flask as Sarah sat behind him, and he immediately wrapped a shoulder around her, pulling her close. With her head lying on his chest, he noticed she was shivering a bit, and he offered her the flask. "No thanks, I'm driving..." she mumbled.<br><br>"Never seen a man die before," said Parker. It was empty and meaningless, and all he could muster to say in the dead-silent diner. Outside he heard an ambulance pass by, full sirens and going about 60, destined for another place. His fingers were playing delicately with Sarah's long hair when he happened to brush against her cheek, and Parker noticed she was flushed and quite warm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: we own the sky`[CALIFORNIA] an apocalyptic roleplay`</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kip</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 01:26:20</strong>
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				Sage released a breath he did not even realise he'd been holding when the lady said they'd lost the man.&nbsp; It was the first time he'd seen someone die in front of him and the dramatic nature of what had happened here was enough to overwhelm him.&nbsp; One of his hands reached out hesitantly to one of the tables next to him and he sat down, almost falling down on the floor.<br><br>He heard the sirens of another ambulance roaring past the diner and his thoughts of earlier came rushing back to him - so many ambulances recently.&nbsp; "What was happening?&nbsp; Is it an epidemic that we haven't been told of?" he thought to himself, a sudden stab of fear racing through him.&nbsp; A faint chatter intruded into his thoughts and he realised that he still had the 911 operator on the line.&nbsp; Putting the phone to his ear, he listened for a second.<br><br>"Yes... yes.. I'm here.&nbsp; I... think.... we lost him." just as the paramedics burst in the door.&nbsp; It had only been seconds since the noise of the ambulance pulling up in the lot and seconds since the woman had announced the mans death, but it seemed like so much longer to Sage.
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