Sean gave Elise a few glances with a smile as everyone talked at the table. He found it hard to keep his eyes off her. His attention was diverted when Astrid came in to join the others. She was new to the team but had a good spirit and was a quick learner. When she asked where the coffee was Sean pointed to the far left for her where the pot of fresh coffee sat in the corner. "Hey Astrid! It's over there" he called for her, pointing the way. It was easy to remember her name because it was so unique. "Just follow your nose" he said with a chuckle. Despite her poor choice in meat Alex made a damn good pot of coffee.
Soon though, everyone's eyes were diverted to Alex as she entered the eating area. When Alex entered she saw just about the entire crew conversing at the dining table, eating her healthy breakfast. Alex always wore a smile, unless she was deeply pissed off, and her bright smile deepened in satisfaction as she saw her team dig in to her healthy meal. She took pride in keeping herself healthy and fit, especially as lieutenant of her team, but she enjoyed helping others stay healthy as well and took every moment possible to lecture them when she caught them eating unhealthy food or drinking fountain drinks or Gatorade.
"Good morning team!" she called brightly, gathering everyone's attention.
Sean turned to look to Alex with a smudge of sauce from Elise's burger on the lower left side of his chin. Alex caught Sean's face and her smile faltered, her head tilting slightly when she saw the residue sauce on his face that clearly was not from her healthy breakfast. Sean saw the glint in her eyes and, even though she wasn't his lieutenant, he cleared his throat and quickly turned his face away, looking to the side as he wiped his chin clean. When he looked back after a moment, her eyes were still fixed on him and it took all of his effort not to show his guilt.
Alex moved past this and spoke to the team with her announcement. "We are having training this week. I know you have all gone through this already but it has been awhile since this training and it will keep you fit as well as help you coach the candidates in the academy. Everyone is to participate per the Chief's orders, no exceptions. If you are fit to work you are fit to run the drills. Today's drills will include a 5 mile run that must be completed in 40 minutes or less. We will also be driving to the candidate's course to use for timed drills in created scenarios for fire training. It will be like you're back in day 1" she called out gleefully, hearing some groans in response to their schedule. Now, to start with our first run we will--"
Alex was cut off when the sound system erupted with their first call of the day, the dispatcher's voice echoing with clear instructions and urgency.
"Engine 51, Truck 81, Ambulance 61, fire at 2661 Oak Street, fire on third floor and child in danger on balcony."
Sean immediately jumped to his feet. "Saved by the bell" he muttered to Elise with a small grin. Sean raced with everyone to the truck area and began to suit up. Once he had his fire gear on he looked for Nate, knowing he would be near by. Him and Nate with Squad 3 would take their truck while Alex led her team on theirs. Alex was right behind Sean, gearing up right with him and loading up in to the truck. Alex pointed to Elise and called out "You're driving! Let's roll!"
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So one person leaves and the rest leave too? Just because the GM leaves doesn't mean the rp has to die, we can keep playing the story if we want to. :/
Baylen - Thomas' Apt - Thomas/Danielle/Lancaster/Demaro
Baylen entered Thomas' apartment when he welcomed them and looked at the table with the guns and paper work displayed out. He pulled out his envelope and the papers within and begin looking at them more carefully. He had a lot to say to Thomas but he could see the glint in his eyes and could tell he had a lot of information to download upon them for the heist. He would stay quiet for now until Thomas had laid out the plans. No doubt he had been here making the plan to complete their tasks effortlessly. Thomas was a smart individual, as were all of them as Thomas picked them for that very reason, young and smart. But Baylen worried this was a job bigger than them to accomplish. Nevertheless, despite his concern already evident for Charlie and Lanny, he kept his mouth shut with Thomas. He didn't want to disappoint him with his insecurities. Baylen joined Thomas at the table, taking a seat with his paperwork and surveying the information quietly.
When Demaro and Danielle arrived Baylen turned to look to them. At first he thought Danielle was bringing them drinks to sip on while they discussed the details. But when she arrived sans drinks with an intent look on her face his brow furrowed and he quickly looked to Thomas then back to Danielle. No fucking way was Thomas going to let this runaway kid join their tasks and impart such crucial responsibility on her to help them complete. No fucking way would Thomas take such a risk. No...fucking...way....
Baylen turned his hard gaze off of Danielle and looked to Thomas. His lips were tight, his eyes sharp and clearly upset, but he bit his tongue as Thomas began almost immediately with their plans. So he was going to allow her to participate. This wasn't the boys and girls club and he wasn't about to play babysitter. Clearly angry but still tight lipped, Baylen crossed his arms and listened intently as Thomas spoke. Although upset Baylen listened carefully and digested the information. It was clear and concise but still held a high risk. But just like gambling high risk meant a high reward. Thomas finished and asked if anyone had any questions. Baylen immediately stood up and unfolded his arms, his chair sliding back from under his legs, wobbling from the force of how quickly he stood up pushing it back.
"Yeah I have a fucking question." He turned to Danielle and glared at her, pointing a finger at her face before turning back to Thomas. "Why the hell is pipsqueak coming along with us? We're not fucking babysitters Thomas and it's bad enough how risky this heist is to start with." He looked back to Danielle. "What are you trying to prove by stepping your toes in our business anyway? Thomas isn't stupid kid, he knows you've been lieing about a lot of shit and you're definitely not 19 and I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't even 18" he snapped, his anger rising. He could feel the heat of his frustration blinding his control. He stepped uncomfortably close to her then turned back to Thomas. "You want this kid to add to our already heightened risk? She has no experience, no training, just some fake bravado because she's been on her own for a bit" he said turning back to Danielle. "If I didn't know you were a minor I'd knock the shit out of your lying ass." He was going too far but he could feel the control slipping as his anger began to blind his judgement. His hand was clenched in a fist at his side.
Baylen entered Thomas' apartment when he welcomed them and looked at the table with the guns and paper work displayed out. He pulled out his envelope and the papers within and begin looking at them more carefully. He had a lot to say to Thomas but he could see the glint in his eyes and could tell he had a lot of information to download upon them for the heist. He would stay quiet for now until Thomas had laid out the plans. No doubt he had been here making the plan to complete their tasks effortlessly. Thomas was a smart individual, as were all of them as Thomas picked them for that very reason, young and smart. But Baylen worried this was a job bigger than them to accomplish. Nevertheless, despite his concern already evident for Charlie and Lanny, he kept his mouth shut with Thomas. He didn't want to disappoint him with his insecurities. Baylen joined Thomas at the table, taking a seat with his paperwork and surveying the information quietly.
When Demaro and Danielle arrived Baylen turned to look to them. At first he thought Danielle was bringing them drinks to sip on while they discussed the details. But when she arrived sans drinks with an intent look on her face his brow furrowed and he quickly looked to Thomas then back to Danielle. No fucking way was Thomas going to let this runaway kid join their tasks and impart such crucial responsibility on her to help them complete. No fucking way would Thomas take such a risk. No...fucking...way....
Baylen turned his hard gaze off of Danielle and looked to Thomas. His lips were tight, his eyes sharp and clearly upset, but he bit his tongue as Thomas began almost immediately with their plans. So he was going to allow her to participate. This wasn't the boys and girls club and he wasn't about to play babysitter. Clearly angry but still tight lipped, Baylen crossed his arms and listened intently as Thomas spoke. Although upset Baylen listened carefully and digested the information. It was clear and concise but still held a high risk. But just like gambling high risk meant a high reward. Thomas finished and asked if anyone had any questions. Baylen immediately stood up and unfolded his arms, his chair sliding back from under his legs, wobbling from the force of how quickly he stood up pushing it back.
"Yeah I have a fucking question." He turned to Danielle and glared at her, pointing a finger at her face before turning back to Thomas. "Why the hell is pipsqueak coming along with us? We're not fucking babysitters Thomas and it's bad enough how risky this heist is to start with." He looked back to Danielle. "What are you trying to prove by stepping your toes in our business anyway? Thomas isn't stupid kid, he knows you've been lieing about a lot of shit and you're definitely not 19 and I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't even 18" he snapped, his anger rising. He could feel the heat of his frustration blinding his control. He stepped uncomfortably close to her then turned back to Thomas. "You want this kid to add to our already heightened risk? She has no experience, no training, just some fake bravado because she's been on her own for a bit" he said turning back to Danielle. "If I didn't know you were a minor I'd knock the shit out of your lying ass." He was going too far but he could feel the control slipping as his anger began to blind his judgement. His hand was clenched in a fist at his side.
Awesome!
Baylen's smile deepened as Gwen walked towards him. He snuck in one last shot as she came right up to his camera, capturing her smiling face, half covered by her hair blowing gently in the breeze. As she came up close to him, her hand now on his shoulder, her curious eyes peeking around to look at the screen on his camera, he quickly turned off the screen, hoping she hadn't seen the camera shot before he turned it blank. He laughed softly, feeling her chin resting on his shoulder to grab a look at his shots.
He knew she would be curious but he was hesitant to show his shots to her. In his mind he figured she would either judge his work as just another camera shot rather than a picture capturing a moment in his artistic way. He loved to tilt his camera. Some shots had a drastic angle to them while most of his shots had at least the hint of an angle. To him it gave the picture more depth, more curiosity and more of a story. It took the viewer from not just looking at a moment in the past but perhaps looking through another person's soul, viewing their live memories. He doubted Gwen was a person to judge and he wasn't looking for a compliment. He figured she wanted to make sure she looked ok in the pictures as most girls cared about those kinds of things in their passive aggressive lack of self-confident ways.
"Yeah. I grabbed two though. I hope you don't mind. They came out perfect...for me at least." He always took his photos with conviction. If he was taking a shot of something or someone it was because he believe the photo would be as good as he pictured it in his mind. He lowered the camera down so she could see better than turned the screen back on where it lit up the home screen, He then turned to his first shot of her. The first shot of Gwen was of her on the beach and the photo had just a slight tilt. Her figure was a bit dark with her outline orange from the glow of the fire. The light bounced off of portions of her body, highlighting her blonde hair blowing in the breeze as well as one side of her face, her cheek bone and eyes most notable in the glowing light. He let her look at the first picture a moment then turned to the next. This was the picture of pretty much just her face, capturing her entire face and just a small portion of her upper neck. The angle of the camera was much stronger, making one turn their head or at least have an internal desire to to view it properly. Baylen waited silently for her reaction.
He knew she would be curious but he was hesitant to show his shots to her. In his mind he figured she would either judge his work as just another camera shot rather than a picture capturing a moment in his artistic way. He loved to tilt his camera. Some shots had a drastic angle to them while most of his shots had at least the hint of an angle. To him it gave the picture more depth, more curiosity and more of a story. It took the viewer from not just looking at a moment in the past but perhaps looking through another person's soul, viewing their live memories. He doubted Gwen was a person to judge and he wasn't looking for a compliment. He figured she wanted to make sure she looked ok in the pictures as most girls cared about those kinds of things in their passive aggressive lack of self-confident ways.
"Yeah. I grabbed two though. I hope you don't mind. They came out perfect...for me at least." He always took his photos with conviction. If he was taking a shot of something or someone it was because he believe the photo would be as good as he pictured it in his mind. He lowered the camera down so she could see better than turned the screen back on where it lit up the home screen, He then turned to his first shot of her. The first shot of Gwen was of her on the beach and the photo had just a slight tilt. Her figure was a bit dark with her outline orange from the glow of the fire. The light bounced off of portions of her body, highlighting her blonde hair blowing in the breeze as well as one side of her face, her cheek bone and eyes most notable in the glowing light. He let her look at the first picture a moment then turned to the next. This was the picture of pretty much just her face, capturing her entire face and just a small portion of her upper neck. The angle of the camera was much stronger, making one turn their head or at least have an internal desire to to view it properly. Baylen waited silently for her reaction.
Post for the firehouse's first call will be tomorrow. Get any last intro posts up before then!
No not too long at all! I love long posts especially if the content is good. If a post doesn't have enough content to make multiple paragraphs that's fine too. I'll post between today and tomorrow
North of Brazil, somewhere over the Pacific, Flight 680 suddenly went off of the radar. The Boeing 777 held 285 passengers and was heading for South America before, for reasons unknown, it could no longer be seen in the sky.
Late morning, an island that very few people know about today, took the hit of the plane when it crashed on to it's sandy grounds. Debris flew everywhere from the impact, fires starting around the plane from the crash, engines exploded and now burning noxious fumes. The impact left smoke billowing from the main portion of the plane that hadn't been torn to pieces. Despite the wreckage, there were a few survivors...
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Benjamin was in his seat still, seat belt fastened across his hips, his bag hanging from his body by the strap wrapped across his shoulder. Blood rushed to his head and soon his unconsciousness was broken. His eyes fluttered open, dazed and disorientated and unsure what exactly had happened. After a moment of grasping reality, he saw he was not upright but at a downward angle and still strapped in to his seat; the main body of the plane still in tact was tilted to it's side with him at the top. If he undid his seat belt he would plummet down on top of shards of debris and horrifyingly what looked to be pieces of other people. Benjamin groaned and closed his eyes, his heart pounding. He grabbed his bag and brought it up to his chest, holding on to it as if it were his life preserver. The noise of the surrounding area was muted as his ears seemed to be clogged from the loud crashed they went through and yet he still heard other voices. He wasn't the only survivor and this alone gave him hope.
He looked around him and saw some people in their seats that were not awake, most of them looked to not even be breathing. He looked down at where he would fall if he un did his seat belt and could see the food cart on it's side, sharp metal twisted from the crash and waiting to slice him once he dropped. Ben looked behind him and surveyed the aisle behind his seat. It looked to be clear. He reached over and grabbed the empty seat belts next to him, wrapping both sides around his wrists twice until he had a firm grip on both, grasping the belts that clung to the seat. Carefully he then raised one hand and undid his seat belt, keeping his legs locked out before him and pressing on the seat in front of him. Gravity wasted no time in pulling on his body once the seat belt was undone. While his feet helped delay his fall his body was quickly dragged downward to the aisle below. His wrapped wrists kept him from falling down below as he felt his wrists jerk his body to a stop, leaving him dangling over the aisle now. He winced and groaned softly, feeling the tight ropes of the belt burning his skin from the pressure and force of the catch. His arms shook, his breath labored as he struggled to keep his grip while he decided his next move. Once he felt he was steadied he slowly began to give himself a small swing in the motion like that of a pendulum, slowly loosening his grip until he was only holding the ends with his hands. Once he had enough to satisfy his leap of faith past the food cart he let go on the swing back behind the cart. His body flung backwards and he landed on his side, rolling over with a cry of pain. He felt a striking pain shoot across his ribcage from the impact but at least he was on solid ground now.
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Jack lay unconscious at the back of the plane on his stomach, sprawled over debris on the floor with pieces half covering his body. His blonde hair lay across his face as his pony tail had come loose, hiding his features and giving him another mask to blend in with his surroundings. He battled with consciousness, a stream of blood trickling down from the top corner of his brow, and gave only small murmurs as he fought dreams that held him unconscious and unknown on the floor of the crashed plane.
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Shay had been awake for the past 15 minutes, stumbling around the plane in shock, looking around at the wreckage laid out before her. No one was screaming for help and she was so confused and in horror that she could not recall seeing even another living being. She wore her blue jeans and a flowy white tank top with converse shoes. Her shaking hand slowly moved up to her neck where she placed her fingers slowly around the gold necklace that lay around her neck, a small pendant at the end now in her grasp. The personal item still in her possession gave her some comfort amidst what lay before her. When she finally started to feel like she was getting her breath back and comprehending the truth of the reality in front of her, she in haled deeply and looked down at her body. She hadn't even thought to make sure she was ok, the shock giving her such a numb sensation all over her body. She lifted both arms and surveyed them before her, her hands trembling fiercely before her. A large amount of blood was wiped across her left arm but when she moved her fingers across her skin tentatively she discovered it wasn't her blood and her arms only carried minor cuts and burns. A shiver ran down her spine and she whimpered in fear, tears dropping from her eyes. She pulled in a staggered breath and kept looking at her body. It was then that her left ankle started to feel funny. Looking down she could see her jeans at the bottom were dark and blood was dripping over the top of her shoes. Slowly she pulled her pant leg up to reveal her ankle, hoping again she was looking at the blood of someone else, a thought she never would think she would ever have. When her skin was revealed it was wiped in her own fresh blood, a gash above her ankle bone being the source of the leaking blood. Shay closed her eyes, feeling dizzy as her heart pounded even harder. She needed to calm down, slow her heart rate and take control. She looked around the wreckage of debris, luggage, and it was then she saw some people that didn't seem to be moving. She limped forward towards an open luggage bag and grabbed a scarf. She then bent down and wrapped it tightly around her ankle, finishing the wrap with a tight knot to stop the blood from leaking any longer. She limped backwards, tears still silently streaming down her face. She was moving backwards from the wreckage, trying to get away as if she could escape her new found hell. Her back bumped in to a palm tree as she had moved far enough from the wreckage. She turned to see the forest line close behind her. Where were they? She grabbed the trunk of the tree for support and leaned against it, slowly sliding down in to a sitting position. She laid her head down on her knees and finally cried out loud, letting the pent up fear and pain escape her.
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