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 Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:09 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana  She looked up at him, a bit sheepishly and nodded.
"Yah... it is." She said, sighing. SHe looked around the room, and blinked.
"Did you...what...did you sleep!?" She asked increduliously. "How...how did I sleep through that!" she said, looking at him, clearly impressed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:28 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch...  Let...none...survive... He startes looking in a box just siting on a shelf. "last one" he said pulling out a little wasp injector. Walking to her "Sleep?" he said chuckling " by the Emperor no" why you didnt wake. You where very tired and Im quiet. I didnt want to bother you" then he kneals down and tags her in the leg above the wound with the wasp injector. as the fast acting pain killer started working making the affected area feel warm and nice. "there that should do the trick" he said standing up. You ready? 
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:35 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana She was astonished. She looked at him sheepishly, and shrugged.
"I hadn't slept in a few days." she admitted. When he came to her, she didn't move, however when he tagged her above the leg she yelped out, her other leg swinging up and planted a solid kick in the center of his chest. She stared at the spot he'd just injected with...whatever it was. She glared up at him, her purple eyes full of irritation.
"Do...NOT....do that!" She hissed. "I... I!" She stuttered, and looked at him uncomfortably, her cheeks rising pink. "I... I have a weak tolerance for medicines. And what doesn't make me nauseated makes me...high as a damn kite." She groaned. The leg was starting to make her leg feel better. "And...I used to have...problems. Thats why I don't take medications for pain." She sighed. "but...it's feeling better. Thank you." She said. "Sorry for kicking you. Reaction..." she said sheepishly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 3:48 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... as the armor reacted to the kick, cushining the blow to the point that the blow felt more like a gental breeze than a vicious kick. "Hmm interesting" he said standing up. "Its only 3 CC's of morphine. you will be fine." as he threw away the Stinger. "What? My Wargear took it all there is no damage." he said
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:05 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana She sighed. Morphine. Wonderful. She sighed and stood up.
"Lets go...weirdo." She said, giving him a half smile. Maybe she needed to get a suit of armor for herself around him. Speaking.
"Where are my weapons?" She asked him stopping. "I want my gun. And my knife...And...my other knife." she said, suddenly a blush creeping to her face, realizing just then that he had to get into her panty line to get the small dagger she kept tucked under there for back up. She stared at him accusingly for a second, then cleared her throat, shifting her eyes away.
"Please." she added, crossing her arms, her pink hair falling in her face, her cheeks pink with embarrassment of her sudden epiphany.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:20 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... He tossed her the key to the lock box. "here is the key. The box is right there" he said pointing to the box. then picked up his gear like it was nothing and walked to the door starting to unlock it. "why are your cheeks red? are you ill" he asked questioning
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:24 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana She caught the key, and went to the lock box silently, her cheeks burning hotter as he asked if her cheeks were red. Out of spite, she grabbed the smallest knife, lifted her skirt and inserted it in its place, clipping it to her lacy black panties, giving him a pointed glare at this point. Reaching down she grabbed the knife that he'd unbuckled from her thigh, and strapped the purple leather sheath to her leg, buckling it tightly once more above her garter on her thigh. She took her pistol from the box last. Checking that the safety was on, she held onto the gun as she went to her two large bags of supplies, hoisting them up with some difficulty.
"If I am sick its yours and the morphine's fault." She said, in a stubborn haughty voice, her cheeks still pink with embarrassment.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:35 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... Ulrik holds out his hand "give me one of the bags" he says ealy as he drops his own and pulls out some 550 cord waiting for her to hand over the largent of the bags."and I can always just leave you in pain next time." he says playfully
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 4:46 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana She looked at him, and frowned. He was already carrying all of his stuff. And now he wanted her to give him one? They were heavy, but she could handle it just fine. She ran half way across the city with them yesterday after all - and that was with a bum leg, and no morphine.
"I got it. Its fine." she said cheerfully, eyeing the rope curiously. "And...it would serve me right if you had left me in pain for getting hurt in the first place." She told him, smiling at his teasing. "Ah...so you DO have a personality. I was beginning to worry if you were all tin man under that suit." She gave him a sly grin
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:00 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... he laughed to himself " I am just flesh and metal and bone like every one I once had a mother and a Father way back when. he said. Fine then, if thats what you want he said and put the rope back and picked up his gear. "then lets go" he started out the door.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:16 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana She followed him, her leg not hurting was a plus - that was for certain. She honestly didn't need to be limping behind him. She walked, scanning the area for ET's. She lead him after a while, taking her short cuts, silent, scanning the area. She didn't chat, though she would have liked too. She focused on what she was doing, where she was going. When the park came into view, she scanned the area, and put her fingers in her mouth, and gave out three long whistles. She turned and smiled at Ulrik.
"Welcome home." She told him, as a few people came out from within the trees.
"Its Ana! Ana!" A teenage boy with green eyes and black hair flew out to meet her, followed by a blonde girl with sky blue eyes. Quickly the boy took the heavier bag.
"Ana! Welcome home! Who is this? Oh my gosh what happened to your leg?" The girl assualted her with an assail of questions, and jabber.
"Let her breath Michelle JEEZ!" The boy laughed, stepping stride with Ariana, casting a suspcious glance at Ulrik.
"You actually found one? And got them to come... Man, you're so good at that."
"Robert, that is a person, not an item you talk about as if he's inanimate. You could introduce yourselves. Has being surrounded by savages and aliens made you two forget your manners? " she asked pleasantly as an older mexican man came out, and took the other bag from her, frowning.
"Niña, usted es mucho a pequeño para llevar tales bolsos grandes y pesados." he scolded her, and she laughed.
The blonde girl turned to Ulrik.
"Hi. I'm Michelle. This is Robert. Can I carry something for you?" she offered, stepping in time with him. Translation: Little girl, you are much to small to carry such large and heavy bags.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:25 am
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... "I am Ulrik, and no I have myown gear" his voice came out metalic and cold Tho he tryed to be kind it seemed to unnerve the Children. and they scurryed tawards ariana holding onto her skirt.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 5:39 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Michelle looked at the man, a bit concerned. she would have to ask Ana about him later, he was a scary.
"Ana, your leg..." She said, again since Ariana had never answered her.
"Never you mind that." She said. "I told you before, leave the worrying to the grown ups. The only thing you are to worry about is learning how to use those weapons I have Graul teaching you and the rest to use."
"Ugh...gun play is so boring. We don't even get to use bullets!"
"If you like I can just kick your a**." Ariana said pleasantly, then Michelle laughed.
"No...I don't wanna go through that again."
"Then you will learn." She said, reaching up and ruffling the blonde girls hair.
"Yah yah. Oh hey, your niece. Maria wouldn't let little Joy in today to go visit her. Joy was so sad. Whats wrong?"
"I just got here, you do realize that right?" Ariana spoke, but she picked up the pace, worry filling her voice. "But, I believe Mister Ulrik explained the situation to me... I need to hurry now. "
"Don't run on your leg!" Michelle fretted, and reached and grabbed Ariana's hand just as she was about to break into a run. "I can see its sewed you'll rip it!"
Ariana closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Patience.
"Ulrik, where is that box of anti...stuff... that you gave me last night. Where is Fernando?" Ariana turned to him, her eyes impatient, worried, and wide. They made it beyond the trees now,
Robert grinned.
"Your stalker when looking for you at Dawns first light this morning when you didn't come home this morning.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 1:41 pm
In the Emporer's name; Than that of the 9th Primarch... Let...none...survive... They stared at Ulrik. he stared back at them they are afraid of m, maby this was not the best idea he thought to himself. when she asked for the box. "here " he said handing her the box he had in one of the sixe poutches of his bag as she started to look paniced. as we pased the last of the trees he could see there homes. "interesting" he said to no one.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 2:49 pm
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana She took the box, and flashed him a smile, which the kids saw, and raised their eyebrows at each other, their inquisitive looks only deepened when she told him.
"Feel free to come along then. I'll see to the children, then help you get set up!" She turned and hurried into the small encampment of tents, people throwing greetings at her, which she waved at them hastily before disappearing into a large pavalion tent, the size of a small apartment. Michelle and Robert looked at Ulrik, their fear obviously gone, and wicked curiousity in its place.
"Holy crap. She's gonna help you? Before she does all her self assigned chores?"
"Woa...what did you do to her? Did you slip her some kind of tonic?"
"yah, normally she'd want to do a full check up on the camp-"
"And ask about Fernando-"
"And to a check list of everything that she got, and divide it up between people like they need...FIRST."
"Holy crap. It has to be the suit. It's rather hot."
"Michelle, down girl. You're my girlfriend remember?"
"I was just complimenting him!"
In the tent, she was spoken to by a middle aged mexican lady, Maria in rapid Spanish.
"¡Amora! Los niños, ellos han comenzado a sangrar. Temo su la fiebre. Hay sangre que viene de sus oídos. Lo que es nosotros yendo a hacer, hasta el doctor no sabe lo que sigue con los niños..."
"su penalidad, tengo una cura. Encontré un hombre militar, su un gobierno hecho la enfermedad. Él me ha dado la medicina para ello. Cada uno en el campo necesita un tiro." She took out three of the shots. One of the little girls, she had brown hair, she was sleeping uneasily. She pulled the covers down from her first.
"It's alright Faith...Auntie Ana's here." she whispered, as she gently lifted the little girl up and gave her the shot after pulling down the pink trousers. She set her down gently and kissed her. By then a middle aged man, with black skin and tall, lanky came in.
"Doctor Neil...Please. I already gave it to faith." She said. "The other children, then yourself. Its a vaccination against a government made disease. The whole camp needs one. Start with the children, all of them, then do yourself. Then it goes from youngest to eldest please. I've already had my shot, so please do not fret over me." She said, sitting back down by Faith, and brushing the little girls hair back, worry, and fear in her eyes.
"I will give the shot to Sage after I attend to these too then, Miss Ariana."
"Thank you Neil...you've been wonderful." She said, sighing with relief, blinking back tears. The man spoke with a Jamaican accent, and he flashed her a gentle smile.
"You just worry about putting a smile back on dat face of yours. You worry bout everyting else in dis hood, you let da doctor worry about da health stuff." He said, and Ariana couldn't help but smile.
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