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11 yrs ago
Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two

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Maya - hallway - Angelo, Bart

Maya looked at the man cautiously. She bit her lip. What choice did she really have? Either let this man try to fix Bart or let Bart break down and die. But this stranger could always shut Bart down and attack her once she had no protection.

A loud hysterical laugh in the distance made her decision for her. "Come on," she told him. "Follow me. Quickly."

She led the way, with Bart following, down the hallway and into a cross section of tunnels. She knew her way around the labyrinth maze of tunnels, she had explored them multiple times. She at least knew how to get somewhere relatively safe.

They climbed onto the underwater train and rode it to Pauper's Drop. Getting out, she led the stranger past the diner and the red light district. There were a lot of dead hookers lying around, pieces of human body parts everywhere. They climbed what seemed to be an endless flight of stairs, up and down numerous corridors and reached a hole in the wall. It was large enough for Maya and the stranger, but not Bart. He groaned in protest.
"Go around Bart," she told the large metal man. "I'll meet you at home."
She waited until he had turned away to beckon to the stranger to follow her. She led him through the gap between the walls, climbing down in places where the floor had collapsed. It would be difficult for anyone to follow her unless they knew where they were going.

Finally they ended up at some kind of storage room. "I have to come through this way alone," she explained. "No one would follow a Big Daddy, no matter how crazy they are."
Inside the room was a makeshift bed on the floor, some boxes that served as storage and tables, a safe that was missing the door with packets of food and bottles of water stacked inside and a small bench that had bits and pieces of parts and tools spread over it.
"I tried to fix him myself," she explained, waving a hand at the tools. "But I don't know how. Bart is my only friend here. He protects me from the Splicers. He'll be here in a few minutes, he had to take the long way around. Just keep your distance from me. He doesn't see you as a friend yet, but I'll try and fix that once he gets here. He doesn't want to hurt you," she added quickly. "He's just protecting me. He thinks anyone who comes near might want to hurt me. And frankly, most people here do."

She peered at the stranger. "You don't look like you've been down here for long. Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
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Heather - Camp - Floyd, Hank

Heather woke when something crashed. Their guest was awake it seemed and feeling much better.
"Calm down," she told him in her nurse voice, which was a voice somewhere between firm and warm. "You'll hurt yourself."

Hank came rushing onto the scene. Heather was about to tell him not to make things worse, but to her surprise he not only spoke calmly to the man, but cut him loose as well.
Although part of her wanted to ignore it, the other part, the one she gave in to, tapped him on the shoulder. "Thank you," she said quietly. "For not flying off the handle."

Going forward slowly, she showed she had nothing in her hands. "I am Heather," she reminded him of her name. "I'm a nurse. I helped treat you when they brought you in," she explained, inclining her head towards Hank and DeSean. "I'm here to help. Help me to help you. Tell me, do you have pain anywhere? Can you see clearly? Is there any dizziness or blurry vision?"
She stepped closer with every question until she was kneeling in front of him, her brown eyes searching his. "Is your hearing clear? Do I sound like my voice is coming through a tunnel?"

She was asking these questions to make sure there was no permenant damage from the head injury.
"Your eyes are focused and the pupils are not fixed so I don't believe you have a concussion," she said. "Do you think you can stand?"
Jessalyn - Haywood - New Life

It had to be over soon. It just had to be.
She was so tired...
Push... that was what the doctor was saying.
She didn't want to push anymore... she was so tired...

Push...
Push...

Someone wiped the sweat from her forehead. She didn't care that three people, including a total stranger with a gun, were seeing her private parts. All she cared about was getting this baby out of her.
Squeezing something the size of a watermelon out of an opening the size of a lemon was not fun.

She started to pray. Pray for the baby to be okay. Pray for this to be over soon.
Pray for Floyd to be here...

Floyd...
where was he?

Push...
Push...
PUSH!

It was done.
A baby cry echoed in the empty building.
Her baby was crying...
Her baby...

The doctor cut the cord and cleaned things up as best as he could under the circumstances. Jess asked for her baby even though she was exhausted and out of breath. She wouldn't stop until the child was in her arms. The moment the baby was in her arms it stopped crying. It was like it knew that it was in the arms of it's mother.

Jess couldn't help the tears that ran from her eyes.
Her baby was here...
Her baby was healthy...
Her wonderful, beautiful, sweet baby boy...
Katie - Haywood - Tyler, Rob

Katie didn't understand half of what was going on. Everything was a blur and sounded muffled. She just stared off into space, not really focusing on anything. She heard more people shouting, more guns going off, but she didn't even bother trying to make sense of it all.
When the person carrying her sat her on the ground she curled up, putting her head on her knees and shaking.

Then, when someone else picked her up, she simply hung from their arms, still staring off into space.
Men started talking. The haze cleared a bit. She recognized Rob's voice. She was mad at Rob... wasn't she? What for? She couldn't remember...
But he wasn't the man holding her. Someone else was. He was talking too.
Slowly, Katie's eyes refocused. Through the haze a man's face appeared. A familiar man.
"Daddy?" she murmured, not sure if this was a dream. When he ran his hand through her hair, something he had done so many times, she knew it was him. He was here. She was with him once again.
"Daddy!" she cried, throwing her arms around him and hugging him. She started to cry again, but this time they were happy tears. "Daddy! I'm sorry! I'll never be bad again! Don't ever go away!"

She happened to look and see her daddy was holding a gun. Looking over she saw Rob was holding a gun too. A gun pointed at them.
"No!" she screamed, hugging her father tightly and burying her face into his neck. She couldn't lose him! Not when she had just got him back!
"Don't!" she cried. "Don't go away! Stay!"
The thought of her daddy's face exploding like Lauren's made her cry even harder.
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