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Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@ChaoticFox that is bloody awesome! Well done you! Such a sweet gesture even though you're leaving the RP. Please come back to it as soon as you want to. <3

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Power Rangers Strike Force!

@alexfangtalon Humans are insignificant but their clothing isn't. The most valuable part of a human body to her is their hand because slapping with someone else's hand is so much more fun than slapping with your own. And slapping with your own hand is fucking amazing.

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Edit-- Also their hands make the amazing clothing.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@Lady Amalthea But are we though? ;D

Power Rangers Strike Force!

Announcement number three, ho damn, Ruth's making sure there's enough slaps to go all around!

@ProPro

Darn. Frickin'. Tootin'.

Power Rangers Strike Force!

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Interacting with: Terminal Workers, Drax @Stekkmen, Githkin

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With little else of interest happening in the mines as of yet, Ruth decided to watch the two lone sl—ahem, employees walking around the mine. She didn’t like seeing the humans in groups together without supervision. She didn’t give a flying Gulliet if they had Loyalty Privileges. It always made her unhappy. She had every confidence in the abilities of the suggestive and influential powers of Galatec but she had never taken a great liking or trust towards humans. They were so… repugnant? Irksome? Insignificant? Yes, that seemed the right word. Humans were so insignificant.

She folded her arms across her chest and drummed her fingers on one arm with one hand while the other zoomed in and out, following the two humans wandering around, her fingers clicking buttons to switch camera views when the need arose. She read the subtitles and felt her brows knitting together in a most unattractive manner. Ruth expected to be informed of a missing vehicle after an hour of being missing, let alone an entire Groth damn week. She could feel her temper rising and she had to wonder where their supervisor was. It was most unprofessional and she began to hope that the supervisor also had a particularly vibrant skin that she could appropriate.

It was a good job she was such a wonderful multi-tasker or she’d never have seen what happened next while thinking of how to best dress herself with her destroyed subordinates. The humans were gone with a flash of light! Ruth turned to look at the workers at the terminals that had remained behind to work over their lunch break like good little insects. If they didn’t already regret that decision, they soon would be.

“What in the damn just happened there?! What was that light?! Where did those humans go?! DO NOT MAKE ME ASK AGAIN, MAGGOTS!!!!” She let out a loud huff of anger, and took a deeeeeeeeeep breath. She was extremely close to losing her self-control. This was what she had been expecting but she hadn’t expected it so soon! She watched the workers in the terminals, examining their every move uncomfortably closely in the off chance that they had been responsible for the glare of light in the cameras. She listened out for their thoughts as she began to stretch her mind to reach the Githkin within the facility.

“GITHKIN. This is your Regional Manager speaking with an order for all of you that can hear me. We have missing human employees that have vanished in a flash of light. If you have witnessed any of these events, come to the Foreman’s office IMMEDIATELY. The rest of you must search for the missing human employees. Detain any human employees that are of a low loyalty level for questioning by me. Ensure they are unable to cause any trouble. Ensure that they have no access to anything that could be used as a weapon. Ensure that you do not keep me waiting long. I expect the missing human employees to be found within the hour. MOVE.”

She was going to get wrinkles. Someone was going to pay.

Ruth strode forward and slapped the nearest terminal worker square across the face and glared at them, daring them to challenge her. This would not do. She couldn’t even get hold of Drax in her usual method! Having an android subordinate really did have its drawbacks. She sighed as she clicked her communicator on to contact him. “General Drax, we have a situation. Return to the Foreman’s office now. If the lizard isn’t dead yet, bring him too.” She flicked it off and gave a stern gaze at the workers in her vicinity.

She couldn’t decide which one to slap next.

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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Nallore If you need anything bunnied say the word. I apparently bunny well. :D I'm kidding, Bosslady would be more than happy to bunny if the need arose. :P Right A? ;D

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Frog Doc & Caesar

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Time: Afternoon
Location: Infirmary >> Operating Room
Interacting With: Vivian, Caesar, everyone in the infirmary area

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They had very little time left before the internal bleeding that was sure to be occurring inside this poor woman caused irreversible damage. Victor took the oxygen regulator and affixed it to the unconscious woman’s face. He had seen the operating room area and had to make sure she didn’t die as they moved the gurney inside. He had at least stopped the blood loss but a quick touch to the transfusion pack told Victor that it wasn’t warm enough. That would not do. He had to get her into the OR now or she was certainly going to die. There was a gunshot that was barely audible from where he was in the back room but Victor hardly registered it. One patient at a time. He was no good being spread thin.

Victor glanced up as he saw a small brunette girl and a large and imposing Mexican man walk into the infirmary back room. The man’s silence and look of concern made Victor rather uneasy but he powered through and continued his work. The young brunette girl asked if he required aide but Victor was too busy making sure Vivian was no longer bleeding out that he left her question unanswered. As the young girl realised that she wasn’t going to be answered, she made her way back to the front room, leaving the door open in her wake. Voices carried into the back room. Ash’s orders sounded clearly as James was sent up to the tower to snipe some Walkers.

The young man Victor had originally kept back to aide him was being growled at and motioned to leave with a subtle nod of the head from Caesar. As Caesar heard the orders from Ash, he slipped Alicia’s rifle from his shoulder and held the spare clip in his other hand. He held them out to Sidd, making him take them and pointed towards James with another grunt in Sidd’s direction. Caesar looked back to the doctor and stared, watching him work as he waited.

Victor looked to the new man and gave him a steady stare in return, even if Victor did gulp a little as he did so. “I need a chest tube, intubator and more blood…” He glanced at the transfusion bag that was currently working its way into the injured doctor. “…A+ blood. Be sure to heat the blood under the crook of your arm or down your trousers. This bag is cold, I do not want another cold bag.”

Caesar did as he was bade, placing the transfusion bags under his armpits as requested by the French doctor in order to warm the blood. As Victor grabbed hold of the oxygen regulator and readied to wheel the gurney into the operating room. Caesar only followed these “orders” so as to help save Vivian. There was a commotion happening outside the infirmary but there was nothing that they could do about that right now. Not long after a shrill whistle sounded and Victor looked up for a moment, knowing all too well what it meant. He buckled down and got back on with his work after the minor interruption.

Victor knew the anaesthesia machine was in the OR and he’d need to find a suction machine to remove the excess moisture from her airways, he hoped that was also in the OR but he couldn’t recall seeing it on his quick scan of the room. There were so many things that he needed but he’d gather them once he had her inside the OR if they weren’t already there. He motioned to Caesar to open the doors to the OR and Caesar obliged without a sound.

Once they were inside, Victor dashed around gathering the OR supplies that he needed that were not already set out. They were limited in supply but he would work with what he had. He seemed to have all of the basics for this operation at least. He looked to Caesar, who showed no emotion on his face. Victor decided he liked this man, even if he did make him want to wet himself. “I only need you to hand me what I ask for. Are you familiar with all of the equipment ‘ere?” Caesar grunted and gave a single nod.

Satisfied with Caesar’s response, Victor closed the doors to the OR and began his work. Caesar stood by the French doctor’s side and looked at Vivian’s pale face. For a fleeting moment proper concern showed on his face before Victor asked Caesar to hand him a scalpel.

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Richard Johnson

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Time: Afternoon
Location: Infirmary building
Interacting With: Zoie, Smith Sisters and Ash.

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Richard lay on the ground, the blood pooling in his hair. He ached absolutely everywhere and was pretty sure he had a concussion because all he wanted to do right now was to sleep. He saw a woman’s face and felt a pressure against his own, it was soft and scratchy all at the same time. Reminded him of breaking into the fancy country clubs with his brother back in the day. Jumping in the pool and drying themselves off with those big number thread count towels. He heard an unfamiliar voice speaking to him, he knew he should listen carefully but his ears felt like they were jammed right up with cotton wool. Did his ears always ring like that? He couldn’t remember. It was hard to remember anything more recent right about now.

A shrill whistle made him wince, his hands rose up to cover his ears, and his hands quickly became sticky with congealing blood. What was that noise? It made his ears ring and pound all at once. He could feel the swelling in his face and tried to remember what had happened. He could still hear the voice from earlier talking, he tried to focus on it but it was too hard. He decided to stare at the ceiling instead. He could feel his eyes swelling closed a little more and he tried to just clear his head as best he could with all the throbbing it was giving him.

As the voice kept going, his head began to clear little by little. Zoie. That’s who was talking, that’s who had gave him the towel. He rolled his eyes, moving them to make sure there wasn’t any more serious damage to them other than taking a few hits. Hits! Fuck. Lorna. He tried to sit up as it all came flooding back and he let out a hard groan as the pain fired through his body and he fell back down. Zoie was talking to him now, he could hear her words and all he could do was nod in silence. He licked his lips and all he could taste was blood. She’d bust his lip as well, go figure.

He just lay there and listened. He gave another nod as Zoie said he was going with her and then he grunted as he tried to sit up. “Sorry babycakes, might need to sit this one out. I can hardly breathe from the pain.” His breath was ragged as he spoke, his face crumpled in agony as he held his ribs with his right arm. He lowered himself back onto the ground and felt the relief flooding over him. Yup, he definitely had a few cracked ribs but it didn’t seem like any were fully broken since he had managed to sit up even a little without screaming in sheer agony.

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Lorna Dunn

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Time: Afternoon
Location: Infirmary building
Interacting With: Zoie, Smith Sisters and Ash.

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She had saw nothing but red then black. She didn’t remember what she had done. One minute she was yelling at Richard and the next she was on her ass with a boot print on her shirt and agony in her chest, hands, arms and legs. She saw the cuts and blood on her knuckles and hands. She saw the blood on her boots but that was from the Walkers earlier, right? It didn’t seem too old though. She saw Richard lying on the floor. She heard Zoie talking. She didn’t feel anything but the shaking tight muscles that wracked her body right then as she sat on the floor at the feet of Maria and Kris.

She knew why she would have snapped, but she didn’t remember the actual trigger. Her adrenaline was still high, she could feel it. She had to calm herself the fuck down. She respected Zoie for what she’d clearly done and what she was doing now. It took guts to break up a fight of relative strangers and she hadn’t beaten the shit out of Lorna in return. Granted her kick had hit like a god damn truck but she deserved it. She saw the pain Richard was in and felt the horror of what she had just done flood over her.

She heard Ash speaking after Zoie was done. Her face was blank, her eyes felt empty. She heard her name and gave a single nod. She didn’t know what she’d agreed to just yet. She got up off her ass and dusted herself down. She wiped her hands on her pants. She felt the hot, sticky wetness on her face and wiped it as best she could with her jacket sleeve. That was a lot of blood. She kept her eyes to the ground, away from Richard and tried not to focus on the shame she felt for losing her temper the way she had done. She had to get back into survivor mode. She didn’t feel like she was really here right now.

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The Expendables - Team 2

Ooooh remove the period. Ok

@POOHEAD189

I WOULD IF I COULD. *cries into her chocolate ice cream*

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@Universorum I really hope you know I'm just messing with you. >.>