[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][sup][color=f1c40f][h1]☠ πšƒπš†π™³: πšˆπšŽπšŠπš› 𝟻 π™ΏπšŠπš›πš 𝟺[/h1][/color] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup] [color=f1c40f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Camp Mexico Beach [color=f1c40f][b]Weather Forecast:[/b][/color] Dawn at 5:57 A.M. - Dusk at 7:41 P.M. - High: 87F, Low: 72F - Winds SW at 4mph - Gusting to 10mph - No rain - Cloud Cover: 26% - Visibility: 9miles. [color=f1c40f][b]Notes:[/b][/color] Pretty much the same as last round. We are well into the afternoon now so we are at the hottest part of the day (near 90's), so make sure to act accordingly if you are out in the heat. As it is summer in Florida, it is always humid and the winds are near nothing so you will be sitting in hot, moist, sauna like air and it will hit you like opening an oven when you step outside. [/cell][cell][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] July 23rd, 2012 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [img]https://i.ibb.co/hdH3d6d/dead-towel-2.jpg[/img] [/center][/cell][/row][/table][center][sup]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/sup][/center] [color=f1c40f][b]Hospital/Medical (B):[/b][/color] Mary was watching Lisa intently. There was a slight smirk that played on the womans lips. "Oh there are worse things than death, some times death is a sweet release," Mary said with a slight chuckle as she took a seat on a stool and leaned back against the table behind her slightly. She had seen that enough to know that death was good, especially these days. Mary would rather be dead than bit and turn. Mary kept watching Lisa, intently still. She needed to make sure that if Lisa messed up she caught it. This was something that could save lives but done incorrectly it could end them just as fast, or even worse, make someone wish they were dead. Yet it seemed that Lisa was getting this and getting this quickly. It was surprising. Very much so. She didn't have a doubt that Lisa could get this in time but to make it this far without a fuck up spoke wonders. Mary wondered how long it would keep up. (Now, repeat the last round. Three more rolls. She has only 2 steps left to finish, let's see how it goes this round.) [color=f1c40f][b]Mess Hall (C):[/b][/color] The Goat looked over to Nigel and chuckled. "Oh that sounds good to me now get out of here before I start cutting more," he teased as he pointed to the large bucket full of onions. Seemed they were just started on the onion prep and it was only going to get a lot worse in that kitchen. Moralez was obviously used to this type of thing, his eyes weren't even red. Out front Cook looked over towards Nigel as he came back out and smiled at the man. "Glad to hear it," she said before her eyes turned towards Thana. "And you let him help you, don't want a repeat of your recovery," she said in a warning voice as she handed back over the paperwork to Thana now that it was all taken care of for the time being. [color=f1c40f][b]Supply (R):[/b][/color] "Yeah you better and keep her out of here!" Auntie hissed as Nikki moved past her. There was a look on the womans face that made her look like she had just finished downing a bottle of whiskey but was used to it. As if her mouth and body wanted to reject the alcohol but she wouldn't let it. "Not like we don't already have enough fur creatures in this place thanks to that damn mouse..." she added under her breath as she started towards the front of the building. She had things she needed to do. Stopping she looked over to where Nikki had been working before looking back at the girl. "Don't dally! I want you back BEFORE dinner!" she added as she continued on her way. [color=f1c40f][b]Outside Jail (AA):[/b][/color] Will update next round. [color=f1c40f][b]Streets of CMB (The Bus: I5 -> Q6):[/b][/color] Daytona returned the nod towards Alexander. "Hey there," she said kindly before getting underway once everyone was in and seated. Once the bus was turned around and headed towards the East Gate, the Padre took a step down and leaned back slightly as Bass seemed to take a more active and very much more talkative roll in the moment. Joaquin gave his sister half a nod before his eyes went to Bass as Bass started to talk. "The trip over ain't gonna be takin' long but a few thangs. We're gonna do ev'rythang we can to keep ya safe out there. Thing is, ain't no promises. Y'all know that them Eaters can do things and come outta no where. Not to mention other hostiles. So, we will be armed," he said as he knelt down between the front two seats and set the first bag before him, unzipping it. "Ain't gonna be havin' y'all out there with nothing to defend yerselves. Not out in the open like that." "At the gate," Daytona announced before pulling to a stop and picking up the CB end from the visor. "Funeral Detail requesting exit," she radioed out. "Rodger that, inner gate prepping for open," a call came back in. Daytona gave half a wave out her side window before closing it again. The heat was not something she was willing to deal with long. Not while she had a nice air conditioned bus to drive. [/color] [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=0072bc][i][b]Thana Martin[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall (C) -> Streets Of CMB (L5) [i][b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/JdKs8wt/Thanascarred3-A.jpg[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] There was a look that came to Thana's eyes, something lost and a bit sad at Cook got onto her. Her eyes drifted down and she nodded. It wasn't clear if she was actually agreeing with the woman or just placating her so she would shut up. It wasn't the first time she had heard such things from Cook or others in town. She didn't want to hear it again. Hearing it again didn't mean it was going to change what she was doing. Her father was the second of camp, her grandfather was the General, had they told her the same chances were she wouldn't change her decided course of action unless it was a direct order. She didn't follow doctors orders unless she agreed with them. Thing was even when she did agree with something there was a chance she wouldn't go along with it if she felt what needed to be done was more important than her own personal recovery. If it wasn't going to kill her with a 100% certainty that was. It was why she had done what she did when she was recovering. She pushed herself, she went out. She pushed herself now. None of it had killed her. Sure there could be arguments against it but Thana followed Thana. And she was about to remind Cook of that when Nigel came back. Turning her head she looked at the man and smirked slightly. She wasn't sure what to say but she didn't have to, Cook was speaking again. Thana ignored it and took the clipboard before looking at Nigel. [color=0072bc]You and me both. Let's,"[/color] she said as she started to limp towards the door. She wanted to get the hell out of there. Then she was quickly reminded that hell was right where she was walking into as the heat and humidity of a Florida Summer hit her like a boiled octopus to her face. She grunted and reflexively jerked back before pushing forward as she swore sweat was already rolling down her back. [/color] [color=lightgray][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h3][color=f26522][i][b]Nikola Warren[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Supply (R) -> Back of Supply (I6) [i][b][color=f26522]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/YXcNVM2/Nikki3.gif[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] Nikki was given the nickname Checkbook not long after she had arrived at Camp Mexico Beach. It was about the third month and she was out of quarantine. She had been trying to find her place, to fit in, but back then things were very different. People were more standoffish then, which was understandable. The outbreak was still newer, the town wasn't near as settled as it is now, and it didn't have the resources to spare in any direction back then. It was hard especially having recently lost her father and now being yelled at by military folks who were used to drumming recruits into line. Nikki wasn't a recruit, she was a teen who was lost. Then again, she was a recruit in a way but youth got the better of her and she caused trouble. More than once. It got her the name. Thing was even with the name, there were certain people in camp Nikki never dared tried to cross. Maddog she did constantly. Gunny she never dared. The other one was talking to her right then. There was something about Auntie that could unnerve her. Major she expected to have her throat slit if she spoke back. Auntie, what in the hell would that woman do if she was really crossed? The thought that Auntie would do something and the fact that Nikki could come up with what that might be was perhaps the reason she never decided to write a check she couldn't cash when it came to Auntie. It was also a good guess to figure why Nikki was stuck with the woman. Either way, she wasn't arguing the point. [color=f26522]"Right! My ass and this dog are going that way!"[/color] Nikki said quickly as her pace sped up and she moved towards the door. She thought she was home free, until Auntie added another bit to the end. She had to be back before dinner. There was a quick huff that came from the girls lips but once again she didn't argue the point. [color=f26522]"Right! Before dinner!"[/color] Nikki acknowledged before hitting the back door and speeding right the hell outside. The hot air hit her and she gasped. The dog at her side whimpering. No one like that feel and Nikki swore her shirt was soaking through already. It was only July... August was going to be so much worse.[/color]