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Post by NPC on Apr 14, 2011 15:32:16 GMT -5
BRIAN GAMBLE
From the day they arrived Gamble knew that he’d live to regret this decision, that’s if he even lived to see the end of it. They’d gotten here earlier the day of evacuation, granted freedom at the end of their assignment but due to finding survivors along the way who were injured they were refused to exit the city. Gamble couldn’t believe his luck, and things went from bad to worse. They had been here, seen the worse of things and then learned that someone supposedly on their time was now against them. If fighting infection wasn’t bad enough, they were now facing the problem of armed service men out to pop a bullet between their eyes.
After the team split at the hospital, Gamble went with Alison and others to JFK in the hopes that the flights out of the city would be ready to take them all out of this hell hole. But, when they got there it seemed evacuation had been cancelled, the planes had been set ablaze and everyone was dead inside. It was then that they realised they had a lot more to right aside from infected civilians.
They regrouped with Glau and a young female cop he’d met by the name of Andrea Castillo. But upon existing were attacked by a bunch of civilians who had seemingly mistaken them for the infected, or at least that’s what he thought. It turned out to be a fight over power, they were on the civilians turf and they were there to claim it back. They put up a fight, Alison taking the reins and dealing with the situation whilst granting the others to get away.
There vehicle barely would stand a chance, so as luck would have it another came to their rescue. Another cop armed with an armoured vehicle that’d prove more than beneficial for the team. There plan was to go back to LaGuardia in the hopes that Larsen and the others were there, but when they arrived...they faced the same situation, just a mass of bodies.
April 14th LaGuardia Airport Hotel
For the past two weeks they’d located themselves at LaGuardia, the main reason being the resources they were given with the airport being practically on their doorstep. The hotel was beneficial for staying in because it was safe and secure and stocked well. They’d have to make various journeys, kind of a search party if you will in a bid to locate their other team mates and look for survivors.
That was there mission from the start, to find survivors and Gamble was sticking to it. Finding survivors in the city was crucial because when it came to leaving this place they wanted to help as many survivors as they could.
Each person had taken up a room, all on the first floor for security reasons. If the infected were to get in, they’d get out easier being on ground level and being so close by one another they’d be in contact and backup would be available. Gamble had taken to the second floor, where he was watching out of the window. The infected were roaming outside, still trying to get through the doors as they were aware of the living inside. They’d secured access points and luckily the back ways were off limits due to the large fences surrounding.
TAG:
Anthony Glau Andrea Castillo Alison Taylor James Anderson Sarah Bryson Brian Gamble (NPC)
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Post by PFC. Anthony Glau on Apr 14, 2011 23:05:22 GMT -5
Tony was about sick of this shit. They were holed up in a damn hotel, waiting for the damn things to come and eat their collective faces off. He wanted to be out fighting. He wanted to make an attempt at escaping. He wanted a freaking Big Mac. Those things weren't about to happen though.
He could always make the best of a bad situation right? At least Andy was here to help him hold on to his sanity. The A Team were here too. One thing that was good about the current situation. Everyone was together, rather than seperated. They stood a better chance if they had each others back, and the strength of numbers. It was a dandy little tribe all in all.
Tony mosied on over to where Andy was presently located. He had his M4A1 Carbine rifle strapped to his shoulder, an M9 Beretta pistol at his hip. He was pretty much ready for zombie killing. He situated himself next to Andrea and gave her a sideways smile.
"How you holdin' up?" He asked her. They had a rapport going, and he liked it. He was definitely a lot closer to her than even his fellow soldiers. They had been through a lot, the squad, but there was something different about how he got along with Andy. It was like an attraction. He laughed a little at the thought. Nothing sets the mood for romance like a zombie apocalypse, right?
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Post by James Anderson on Apr 15, 2011 14:36:55 GMT -5
James was the outsider here. They had just about shot him when he arrived at the airport in the ATV. His credentials had gotten him through the door and his gun had let him stay. Frankly, they needed the help and he was a good soldier. Silent and in the background. James had kept mostly to himself, only asking a few questions about his family... but those had lead to dead ends. When they moved over to the hotel he had moved as well. Their concerns were valid and at their request he had left the ATV at the airport. It was almost completely empty of fuel. They had stripped it of weapons and ammo and moved to their new location. He had only taken the time to leave a note for his family... he was still alive and looking for them.
Now he was in the lobby of a hotel, sitting on the stairs with an assualt rifle standing on its butt next to him. They had boarded and blocked the door and the infected outside had gathered, but had never made any move to come inside. It was as if their instincts told them that there was soembody inside, but they were not convinced. He had stripped away his flak jacket and set it aside to leave just a dark blue t-shirt. Having volunteered to forgo a room and provide 24 hour watch of the doors, James had set up a cot behind the front desk. He stood slowly and let the rifle fall on the strap and swing behind his right arm.
James arched his shoulders backwards in a stretch and let a warm breath move out of his nostrils. He had been itching to leave for days, but had not yet made his move. They had put him into the watch rotation and he still held out hope that they would shot up at the airport... but with every hour that drifted by that hope faded. He stepped to the side and stepped into the small dining area attatched. There were a few people there, but the speaking was hushed and he simply turned, glancing back into the lobby. A slender form broke the thin light and he took a breath, moving up next to one of the few who had been there to greet him.
"Sergeant Taylor," The red headed soldier had also been on patrol with him on more than one occassion, "Ready for the walk?." They would be starting a minute or two early, but he wanted to keep moving.
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Post by Andrea Castillo on Apr 16, 2011 10:44:31 GMT -5
If we watch It all come down Breathe and let it go
A vacant look currently occupied Andreas face, as she brunette was knelt up on a table in one of the meeting rooms of the hotel. The windows had been boarded up, secure and to prevent any infected getting inside. They were boarded up, but she could still see them outside. Hazel eyes watched carefully as she viewed the infected moving up and down the street out-front. This had all been like a terrible dream, a nightmare in which she just couldn’t wait to awaken from. But, she knew that she wasn’t going to wake up...this wasn’t just some nightmare, this was real life.
If you had told Andrea that in two weeks she’d be trapped in New York fending for her life, she’d have probably thought you were crazy. But, would she have been afraid? Would she have done anything differently? Like getting out of this shit fest? Probably not, because Andrea wasn’t the kind who ran away from her problems. This was a big massive problem, one that many others would never experience and she hoped they didn’t. As a cop, this kicked all other situations out of the bag, this was truly the most single, biggest thing she’d ever had to come up against and quite frankly...she wasn’t really sure if she was able to meet it to the end. Whatever was there waiting at the end.
She’d spent a while by herself, back at the precinct where she’d had to kill almost every single colleague of hers after an outbreak hit the station. People were dropping like flies, left right and centre...a blood bath and she was the only one that made it. It had started with her partner, he was infected but not like the others, not out for blood...he was just dead behind the eyes, no presence of his former self inside, just an outer shell. Andrea couldn’t bring herself to kill him, so she’d locked him up. But knowing that he was dying inside, it was unbearable and though she didn’t have the courage to finish it...Anthony had come along and done so.
She was certain if it hadn’t been for him and his team stumbling across her, or rather she them since she’d saved them from a hoarde...she’d have gone crazy by herself. So here she was, reunited with Anthony and his team, with a few new faces and a whole new direction of going as far as plans went. For sometime they’d been on the road searching for answers, facing new hurdles and now they were located in the LaGuardia Airport Hotel. Shelter was necessary right now, they needed a place of rest to rejuvenate so that they were ready to start the next day. They’d gathered necessities and made home of the place, but for how long no one really knew.
They’d deterred from their official team and commanding officers and were now flying solo. She knew that finding the rest of the team was crucial for the military officers, but Andrea didn’t really have anyone to look for now. She was kind of in this for the long haul, fighting her side but not having anything to fight for beyond this point. All her friends were dead, her family...god only knew. She was leading a very lonely existence right now, but at least these people made for decent company. She couldn’t complain there.
This hotel was ideal right now, they were able to get cleaned up which Andrea couldn’t wait for, her clothes were covered in blood and had been for a good few days, along with the others being in the same situation so a change of clothing and a nice hot shower was something all of them had been desperate for. This place would do nicely for now, it had everything they needed and she was more than happy with their findings. But, she knew not to get used to the ‘luxuries’ because sooner or later they’d be on the move again.
The brunette had ditched her police uniform and ponytail, for a much more casual look. Her hair was down now, wavy in style and long in length and she was now dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a grey long sleeved t-shirt, a black zip-up jacket over the top and a pair of flat heeled ankle boots. She was just glad to be in something that wasn’t covered in other peoples blood. "How you holdin' up?" Anthony asked, she hadn’t noticed him pop up as her gaze had been so fixed on outside.
Andrea turned her eyes toward him, a small smile covering her lips as she spoke “...I’m still breathing, that must mean something, right?” she replied easily. The brunette shifted from her knees, now turning on the table and sitting properly. She budged up making room for him, letting her legs hang over the tables’ edge. Andrea shrugged “I don’t know.” She finally confessed, fleeting her eyes toward him. She sighed “It just seems like some kind of bad dream, it’s like I’m not even here and I know that’s just me hoping that I’m not but...it’s hard to really believe. These things, they don’t happen to people like us...not usually anyways” Andrea said, letting her eyes set aside her and toward Anthony who was currently beside her.
She flashed a smile, shrugging some “It could be worse. I could be dead or even still, I could be on my own....” she said, trying to find the positive in it which was sitting right next to her. If she hadn’t bumped into Anthony nor his team, she’d have probably still been locked up in the station by herself and without a hope in the world.
"You know what sucks?...this hotel, doesn't have a burger in sight" Andrea chimed, trying to lighten the situation a whole more.
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Post by SGT. Alison Taylor on Apr 16, 2011 11:24:47 GMT -5
Alison Taylor
LaGuardia Airport Hotel
Some part of Alison still hoped and prayed that this was all a bad dream, a dream that she would soon wakeup from. She hated to think about it, but if she’d have decided not to come on this mission, like she had originally intended on..maybe she’d be at home now with her son. The other question begged at her, were they the only ones in the midst of this? Was New York the only place crawling with infected civilians who shared a desire to tear each other apart..or had it spread? Was her boy in danger like her? she hated to consider it, but during this time it was only natural to concern over.
She had gone to JFK with Gamble, in the hopes that the evacuation was still in process and that with that in motion..they’d have hopes of getting out of here. Unfortunately, someone had already taken care of that and it appeared that they would not be leaving here anytime soon, if at all. Now they had a bigger issue of their hands because it seemed that another team of trained individuals had been sent out to ‘clean up’ the mess. From the footage seen, it appeared they showed no mercy. Whether you were infected or normal, you’d receive a bullet in the skull..which spelt more trouble for them and any possible survivors that were stumbled upon.
Only at JFK did they find themselves faced with a lot more problems. Alison had detached herself from Gamble and some blonde they’d bumped into and stumbled upon an elderly man. Alison had seen something’s whilst being here, but this would not be something easily forgotten. This man he had suffered great tragedy, lost his granddaughter, his family and now really felt as if he had no real means. Alison could only empathise with him, knowing how it felt to not know everything only being able to hope that things got better or those who were left of your loved ones were safe. He showed her a picture, telling her that if she found the man in the image to tell him that he was sorry. Alison at the time would agree to anything, just to get this man on his feet and help him out...but it was too late. He’d already given up and she took a few steps from him in effort to give him some breathing space, only to find him pulling the trigger on himself.
Now, it had only been right to keep her promise. She had to. Little did she know she’d have very small time to prepare herself as it seemed that not long after, in her travels had she stumbled upon the man’s son, James Anderson, a police officer. But Alison didn’t have it in her. How the hell was she supposed to tell him all of this? She couldn’t begin to fathom how, she barely knew him and to have to break these things to him it just...it couldn’t be done. She was in no way a quitter but, this was hard and she needed to find the right words and the right time to bring it forward. She knew he’d probably hate her for not telling him right away, but hoped when the time came that he’d understand. James had joined there group now, whom had set back to LaGuardia in the hopes of meeting the rest of the team but when they got there, there was nothing but death and destruction awaiting. So they sought out refuge at the hotel, set up camp and had to figure out a new plan of action. They had no contact with the second half of their team, no ideas of their location or well being and could only hope for the best.
For the past few hours she’d been racking her brain about everything, sometimes she wondered how she managed to have so many thoughts fill her head at once and how the hell her head didn’t just explode because of the mass loading inside. There was so much on her mind right now, about her team, about her son and furthermore about how the hell she was going to explain to James that the family he was looking for were no more. Surely, that would break him, knowing that he was fighting for his own life and that was it. That there was nothing waiting for him on the other side. The only reason why she was fighting was for her son, to think that if she got through this, she’d find him waiting for her but James...he didn’t have that. Just knowing this, cut her up inside because it wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair.
She took a deep breath and left the room she’d been occupying. The redhead had ditched her blood-soaked uniform and was wearing much more casual attire. Her hair was down, but she wore a band around her wrist to tie up her hair at any point. She made her way down the narrow corridor, with her rifle positioned at her side and walked into the lobby.
She could see James stood partially in the dining room, but as she approached he turned to meet her at the door "Sergeant Taylor," he greeted her, she still found it amusing that he addressed her in such a way, it was a means of respect but to be honest rankings meant nothing anymore. She didn’t look down at the others as being beneath her...that was absurd, if anything, she felt as if they were all on the same level and that first name basis would do fine "Ready for the walk?." he asked. Alison nodded, turning on her heel sideways as if to let him pass by. She glanced into the room seeing Anthony and Andrea by the boarded up window.
She lifted her rifle to her chest and nodded to Anthony “You keep watch of the front.” She ordered him, it was rather a casual order rather than an assertive one, she never was one for screaming orders and Anthony he was a good kid, he knew what he was doing. She turned and began walking to catch up with James, holding her rifle at her side once more “You know, you really don’t have to call me Sergeant Taylor? Alison is fine...” she assured him with a gentle smile. She liked James, he was a nice guy, quiet and very closed off but she couldn’t blame him she was practically the same. She didn’t tell people things unless they asked and if they did they usually only got brief details, it was her way of defending herself. If you don’t let people get close, you can’t lose them and thus you’re sparing yourself of all the drama that comes with.
Only now, being in a group like this she had grown fond of all of them, even James who was initially the newcomer but not any less important than the others as far as she was concerned. Alison fell quiet for a moment, before fleeting her eyes toward James as she walked beside him “You holding up okay?” she asked him, she was still picking at her own brain over this situation and how she was going to bring up the topic. For now, she’d just talk to him and see where it took her.
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Post by James Anderson on Apr 16, 2011 14:14:50 GMT -5
James turned to look at his patrol partner for a moment and overed a slight smile before turning back to the path. They turned to the right and he opened a doorway to the stairwell, holding it open for her before following. Alison had asked him to call her by her first name before. It was almost a ritual when they took patrol together. She would ask him, he would call her Alison until the end of patrol, and then they would start all over again the next night. However, the tone of her voice was different today. There was something eating at her, but he did not need to point it out. They were all frayed from the time spent in the hotel, but he spent more time with her then the others. He was more comfortable speaking with her, but they had never taken the discussion too deep. His gloved hand held onto the strap on his shoulder as they climbed upwards steadily. They would to do a quick patrol of the roof. The worry was more that the sterilization teams would make their way through. The injected could be handled. They would spend as little time as possible outside. It was too easy to be exposed to wondering eyes. The infected wouldn't notice unless shooting started... and even then silencers did wonders. "I am doing well enough... just the cabin fever getting to me," The line of his jaw tightened slightly as he worked to force down the urge to keep moving. James hadn't told anyone about the thoughts; there were no plans on making a scene or drawing attention. If he chose to leave it would be silently and in the dark. Perhaps this was why he had not shifted to the casual clothing that many of the others were wearing. The dark eyes turned towards her and he stopped, opening the door to the third floor for her, "Have you heard anything about the next move?" She might not enjoy the title anymore, but she certainly would have a better ear to what they would be doing next. James wasn't sure that many of them trusted him yet... when he'd driven up he was bringing ammunition, guns, and armor. Many of them hadn't wanted to look the gift horse in the mouth.. .not that they weren't well supplied. They stopped at a tall, upstairs window at the end of a hallway and he looked down over the scene below them through a break in the curtains for a moment. They number of infected had been thining slightly in the past few days. That was a good sign, but moving along from a secured position was always a tough call. He turned his shoudler to the right, making room for Alison to take a look. He watched her for a silent moment. In another world he would have flirted with her... but this world didn't leave room for that. Alison was beautiful and strong. They had a lot in common. She was fighting to get back to her child.. he was fighting to find his.. perhaps that is why they got along so easily.
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Post by SGT. Alison Taylor on Apr 16, 2011 20:22:35 GMT -5
Alison Taylor
LaGuardia Airport Hotel
Alison headed over to James, who as always referred to her as Sergeant Taylor. She didn’t have any major qualms about it, but actually found it a lot more settling for him to speak to her in a first name bases rather than her rank. After all, she’d done patrol with him on more than one occasion now and he’d become a part of their team, it was only right to treat each other as equal. Ranks hardly mattered anymore, especially in times like these. Despite stating that he could call her Alison, she knew that he’d continue to call her Sergeant Taylor because that was just what he was used to. She couldn’t force him into it, so she left him to decide what he wanted to do from this point on. To be honest, Alison preferred the first name basis because it was more personal and it meant that there was some kind of relationship beyond the formal. She had that with everyone here, it made her feel settled and at ease.
She and James began their patrol, as many others had also taken place before hand. She had grown accustomed to doing the sweeps with him, because it took her mind off of everything. She hated the idea of being taken unexpected and by searching the hotel from top to bottom; nothing would ever pass without her knowing. She walked up the stairs with James who held firmly onto the strap across his chest. She fleeted her eyes toward him ever so, he was pretty quiet and she had come to learn that this was just the way he was.
Alison had learned pretty quickly that she and James had a lot in common, their behaviour patterns and mannerisms, he was a hard head and as was she so maybe that was why she got on well with him. Sure, they didn’t have big and meaningful conversations but the conversations they did have were perfectly fine and suited for both of them. She had found that James had bonded better with her then some of the others and that was likely due to the similarities that he had noticed too. She watched him for a moment before speaking, enquiring his well being. You see, with him being so quiet it was hard to establish what kind of mood he was in and also the emotions he was feeling. So, the only way to be sure was to ask directly.
"I am doing well enough... just the cabin fever getting to me," James confessed. Her eyes remained on him whilst he spoke, she could understand that it was hard being cooped up inside here. She hated it too but she’d rather have been in here, thinking of what to do then outside winging it. They had to have a plan of action before taking action and sure, time was not on their side but sadly if they went out there half cocked...they’d get killed. Alison gave a gentle nod of understanding, before speaking softly in return, allowing her eyes to remain on him as they walked up the next flight of stairs “...I know it’s hard, and you kind of feel like a prisoner at times but, it’s something we’ve just got to face for now. At least until something better comes up, I’m sure it will soon. You just need to be patient.” Alison encouraged with a smile. It was the best she could do right now, this situation was well and truly fucked up.
He turned his eyes toward her as they reached the third floor, where he graciously opened the door for her. With a warm smile she bowed her head gently in thanks and stepped through the door "Have you heard anything about the next move?" James asked. She looked at him and continued walking alongside, she sighed ever so “Honestly? not much...but I had this thought. I think we should be out looking for survivors or at least try and establish some kind of contact source outside of this place, you know to send a message or something? There has to be more people out there, in worse situations then we’re currently in. I know that maybe it’s not the best of idea but...that’s why I came here in the first place, these people need help.” Alison said, showing just the kind of person she was. Sure, being safe and sound inside here was beneficial right now, but her thoughts went out to those who were not as fortunate as they were to have the shelter, the team mates and the weapons to get through the days. She was certain that there were many civilians still out there and struggling.
“I hadn’t suggested it, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. I want to have a solid plan of action, because it could be dangerous and the worse decision I ever made, we can’t afford causalities and I don’t want to lose anyone else right now.” Alison confessed, she had thought a lot about rescue missions, the main reason they had come here in the first place was to rescue civilians. She looked ahead of her as they walked along, before drifting her gaze back to James “It’s not that crazy of an idea is it?” she asked curiously, a small smirk forming as she did.
They’d reached the top window overlooking the scene outside, the best view of the outside world. James turned slightly granting Alison room to see outside, they were still very discreet in the way that they approached things. It only took one of those fuckers to spot them and then they’d be trying to get inside. It was a great effort to have to be low key here, you couldn’t have the lights on at night, you couldn’t make too much noise and you had to always tread carefully as the slightest of shift could alert them and then they’d be screwed. Alison lightly passed him by, staying close so that they both were able to see outside through the small gap made in the curtains. Her eyes narrowed through the space, watching as those infected outside traipsed up and down. The numbers outside had decreased, she had been aware of this during the checks, each time there were fewer waiting outside.
“You know, In a day or two, they might all be gone.” She said, hoping that maybe in a few days they’d be able to walk out of here and come and go as they pleased, making her idea doable if this was the case. She turned her head slightly, eyes setting on James as he stood beside her, he was watching her more than watching what was going on outside and this hadn’t been the first time she’d noticed that. Still, Alison wasn’t the kind to make any form of comment and really wasn’t in any position to complain, James was a handsome man after all. Giving a small smile, she took another quick glance out of the window before taking a step back. She’d seen what she needed to see.
Alison would have happily just continued walking around with him, talking about things but she knew that there was something she needed to talk to him about, something she didn’t want to talk about but by not doing it was wrong. She couldn’t find the words, or where to begin, but she’d have to find them soon because the longer she kept this too herself the worse it was going to be. She sighed slightly, biting her lower lip as she racked her brain over her this. Alison looked at James, it looked as if she was going to say something for a moment but she hesitated.
“Um...should we go to the roof? Check all around?”Alison suggested, she really had no idea of what to do. She couldn’t seem to find the right moment. Was there even a right moment?
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Post by James Anderson on Apr 17, 2011 21:37:47 GMT -5
James smiled slighlty, but let that fade as quickly as it came. It was a rare occurance with him and it wasn't something would become a habit. It was as if she tried to comfort him out of instinct. He'd seen her take that tact with many of the soliders in the building. Of course, it was the follow through that made clear how similar they were. Perhaps he was just here to find his family... that was selfish enough... but even so, he felt like he should be outside the confines of the hotel doing something.... anything.... It seemed like such a cop out to claim safety when every one of them had been trained to take the the well being of others over theirs. "I had instructions to pop blue smoke for extraction..... even if I had anything to signal with.. I don't think my ride is coming. If there was help to bring, it would have been here days ago." James' voice was even and calm as he spoke, but he ended it with a slow breath. If he thought that the FBI could bring in the calvary he wouldn't hesitate to help the soldiers out, but there had been a complete absence of anything in the air and the shadow teams they could only guess were moving in the streets. Popping smoke would just get them all the wrong kind of attention. That kind of escape had expired. Certainly the airport would be a natural drop zone for reinforcements.... and there hadn't even been a whisper. “It’s not that crazy of an idea is it?”The FBI agent actually put a closed fist at his mouth to stifle a laugh at her comment and then took a breath, shaking his head, "I don't think there's anything that I would call crazy at this point," His dark eyes turned towards hers... solemn now, "But no... that's not crazy at all.. just don't do anything stupid without me, ok? " He had absolutely no intentions of being left out of a sortie outside the hotel.... or letting her put her neck out when she had a son waiting for her somewhere back home. The real question whispered at the back of his mind.... if he decided to go... would he tell her? Give her a chance to do the same that he would do for her? He wanted to say yes, but deep down he knew he couldn't... she would be safer with her team. When she caught him looking, James didn't bother looking away and just gave a slight smile before turning towards the stairwell again. There was no reason to hide those looks and it was as direct as he was willing to be considering the circumstances. There was nothing to be ashamed of. She had to know that she was beautiful, but it was looks at the attitude that would work their way under any man's skin. James turned away from the window, letting her lead again. There was no comment that came to mind about he numbers of infected. Once they thinned most of the soldiers would push to get out of their confinement and there would be little that would actually stop them. Perhaps that was the moment he could slip out. Alison had been the one that had really convinced him to stay... but leaving was just an inevitability. His daughter was still out there... alone.. scared...like thousands of other possible survivors. The awkward silence was broken by her words and he nodded, leading her to the stairwell and back up to the roof. Days earlier he had suggested setting a tripwire at the door, but it was far too dangerous compared to barring the entrance. They were all tired and worn out.... any one of them could make that mistake. When the heavy door opened, cool air gathered over them. There was a light rain that misted over them. James closed his eyes for a second and then straightened, walking slowly towards the edge, but not into view of the ground below. James reached to his side and pulled out a small pair of binoculars, lifting them to his eyes. He spoke as he panned across the horizon in the direction of the airport, "Tell me about your son."
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Post by SGT. Alison Taylor on Apr 19, 2011 7:41:35 GMT -5
Alison Taylor
LaGuardia Airport Hotel
She saw him smile, which was a rare thing, not just for him but for all of them. They couldn’t be blamed for the miserable faces each one displayed, they were stuck in a major suck fest with no real know how of how to get out of this one alive. She knew they weren’t going to get anywhere stuck inside here but until they had a solid plan and an ideal route of action going out there was suicide. Naturally it was her desire to help those around her, and it came from being pretty nurturing. Sure, she could be a hard headed bitch sometimes, but only because she disliked displaying her own vulnerability to others. Alison had always been the same, self reliant and assuring, she wasn’t one to look to others for help unless she really needed it and with that needed a push to ask for such a thing. This was her team, regardless of James and Andrea not being in the military, they were part of the group and for that reason they were under her protection.
Sitting tight was not something she bode well at. She was proactive, she liked to be out there pulling her weight and doing something, but it was clear that a man without a plan was a man waiting for failure and she didn’t want to fail. It wasn’t just her butt on the line anymore, it was all these people here and any survivors they may have stumbled across along the way. They had lost survivors along the way because of brash decision, and she wasn’t about to lose anyone else.
"I had instructions to pop blue smoke for extraction..... even if I had anything to signal with.. I don't think my ride is coming. If there was help to bring, it would have been here days ago." James said his voice calm for someone who appeared to have very little hope. They’d been promised a ticket out of this place too, they’d come here to help calm down the situation and aid survivors and as a result had been left here with everyone else. They still weren’t entirely sure what the hell had happened and were given very little detail coming here, they were told there assignment as if it was just as simple as civilian riots. But, it wasn’t until they got here they realised the magnitude of it all, an infectious disease that spread like wildfire, taking over its subjects and turning them into psychotic cannibals. She was sure, if they were told that she’d have thought twice about coming here.
Alison furrowed her brows ever so, as she watched him. He was calm, as if unscathed by the knowing that if he didn’t fight his way out it was likely he wasn’t going to get out at all. She wondered, would that actually matter to him, once he knew that what he was looking for was no longer there? She knew that she couldn’t just not tell him, it wasn’t right to watch him go blindly out of his way to find his child when she had already been taken from him. Her own thoughts bugged her, god forbid if she had been in his position; she would have fallen apart knowing that the only real thing keeping her fighting had been taken. She was doing this for her son and only for her son. Yes, she was working with her team to get them out, but her own fighting was done for the sake of her boy and if he hadn’t been there, there’d be no incentive to fight her own corner.
Alison told him about the idea she had, showing that she wasn’t happy about staying here and sitting on her hands, waiting for something to happen. Her eyes brightened, as a small smirk crossed her lips seeing him stifle a laugh. She guessed it wasn’t that crazy, Alison tilted her head at him raising a brow at him "I don't think there's anything that I would call crazy at this point," he assured, setting his gaze on her again. Alison nodded her head gently, assured that her idea was not as farfetched as she had thought. "But no... that's not crazy at all.. just don't do anything stupid without me, ok? " he said. Alison didn’t reply right away, she kept her eyes on him, silent for a moment before a small smile crept upon her mouth “...Alright, but that goes for you too.” She told him, her tone taking a more serious approach along with the look on her face. Alison knew, she knew that he wasn’t banking on staying here much longer; it was obvious to her and maybe not to the others but Alison knew what to look for. James he may have been a team player, he may have been able to pull the wool over the others eyes but not her...because she knew what was going on in his head. This couldn’t have been easy, none of it but mostly the notion of the idea that your child was out here somewhere, not across an ocean but here in this city, and sitting around waiting was not an option anymore.
The redhead had her eyes drawn out on the parking lot out front; she’d peered between the heavy curtains of the large window and watched as the infected continued to pace up and down. Alison turned her eyes back toward him, to find his eyes already on her. He wasn’t really looking at what was going on outside, and was too interested in looking at what was in front of him. This had not been the first time she’d caught his gaze, but she was in no way about to say something about it. Truth be told, she’d been a little guilty of it herself, so she was in no position to say shit to him...even if she wanted to, which she didn’t. He didn’t try to hide it, and only smiled in response. She gave a small smile, before taking a step back from the window. She mentioned that she had noticed the numbers decreasing outside, maybe in a day or two they’d actually be able to walk out of here easily.
Alison and James shortly turned from the window and opted to take the stairwell to the roof, that way they’d get a better look of the surrounding area from all angles of the hotel. They’d also get a clearer look of the area moving up toward the airport and have a chance at stoking out any possible survivors on route. So far no one had come, but they could have very well still come this way. Once reaching the roof, the two of them stepped out from beyond the heavy door. It had begun to spit a little, just drizzle but it was likely a heavy downpour would soon erupt. Alison stopped a little away from the door and watched James as he walked across the roof, toward the edge. She didn’t move for a few moments, letting her eyes follow him as her mind continued to whirl.
She knew that she would have to tell him about the events that took place at the JFK airport, a little while before bumping into him and knowing who he was already. She just couldn’t find the words, she knew what she had to say but saying them was an entirely different matter. It wasn’t like he’d just won a prize. She knew that her words, that what she had to tell him would rip the ground from underneath him and that was something she couldn’t begin to get her head around. How could she easily do that to someone? Only someone lacking compassion could break such news without giving a care toward it. Not Alison, she was far too caring to just throw something out there as if it didn’t matter at all, as if once he knew he could get over it. You couldn’t get over it, you could never get over a loss like that and she knew that. She may not have lost her son, or maybe she had and didn’t know yet but it hadn’t been confirmed which meant there was still hope. There was no love, greater than the love of a parent for a child and losing that was...by far the worst kind of pain a person could go through. Alison closed her eyes for a second, chomping on her lower lip as she tried to think about everything. It was hard, even for her so god knows how the hell this was going to affect him. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, slowly walking over to him. James by now had his binoculars out and was scoping the area ahead "Tell me about your son." James enquired, prompting her to stop in her movement. She was stood a little behind him now. Any other time she’d have happily sat and talked for hours about her boy but...it seemed almost wrong to do so now. Knowing, that in a few minutes or hours, by the looks of the rate she was going she’d be telling him that his little girl was gone. It felt wrong to stand and talk so proudly and fondly of her child, when his was taken from him. But then, if she didn’t would that be wrong? Alison didn’t know, she was just so overwhelmed by everything, to the point where it was driving her crazy not saying anything.
Alison nodded, exhaling deeply before positioning herself beside him. Her eyes panned out across the horizon, like his “Um...well, he’s fourteen...he’s kind of going through the stage of, ignoring absolutely everything I say. He’s kind of like me. If you tell him not to do something, he’s gonna go do it and he’ll make sure afterwards, that you know he’s done so.” She replied quietly, almost trailing off into a whisper when she felt a lump in her throat. She dropped her eyes to her feet for a second. She hadn’t spoken much about her son, because she knew when she did she’d just worry a whole lot and Alison didn’t handle being neurotic very well. She didn’t think about things properly and often dived into situations with barely any thought, out of her own desperation.
Lifting her eyes from her feet, she turned her head to the left, eyes narrowing on him again. It was evident by her look alone that there was something really bugging her right now, to the point where it was starting to show on the outside. She was silent for a few moments, awkwardly silent as her eyes stuck to him. Alison swallowed the lump in her throat, until finally she cracked “There’s something I need to tell you. That i...i should have done a while ago.” Alison said, there was no going back now and she didn’t want to. She knew that she had to do this, because if she didn’t it’d be so much worse. She couldn’t have him find out on his own, or even still never find out at all. It had been a while since she’d known, and every day she had wanted to tell him but she couldn’t because she didn’t know how to.
The redhead dropped her eyes from his again, before taking a step back she extended her hand toward him urging him to move back with her. The last thing she was going to do was tell him all of this while he was standing on the edge of the rooftop, that’d have been seriously stupid. No, this had to be approached gently and in the right way. Standing on a roof ledge was not the way to do this, so she took the initiative to get him away from the ledge and onto the roof where she would sit with him and explain things as best as she could. She had no idea of how she was going to say what she had to but, she had too and it was the right thing to do and she wasn’t going to keep it from him any longer and she’d do whatever was necessary to help him through it, because she wasn’t going to watch him give up. No matter how much he’d want to, she wasn’t going to allow it. She hated that she had not said anything already, but it wasn’t something that was so easy to bring up.
Alison and James continued HERE.
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Post by PFC. Anthony Glau on Apr 25, 2011 19:18:44 GMT -5
“...I’m still breathing, that must mean something, right?”
"It's always a good thing to me," Tony joked, a smile on his face. He took the offered seat next to her on the table. This was a good way to keep sane, for sure. Tony thanked God for making pretty girls. Not that he was really a religious person, but it seemed to make sense at the moment.
“I don’t know.” Andy turned almost sullen, as if she was too tired to try and maintain the illusion much longer.
“It just seems like some kind of bad dream, it’s like I’m not even here and I know that’s just me hoping that I’m not but...it’s hard to really believe. These things, they don’t happen to people like us...not usually anyways”
"You know, til about two weeks ago, I didn't think they would happen to anyone...ever," Tony said, trying to make her feel better, " But we have a new reality, and it ain't pretty...well it's prettier with you in it," Tony flirted, "But we are strong people, right?"
“It could be worse. I could be dead or even still, I could be on my own....”
"That is a very good point, Andy," Tony said, with a smile. Nice to see her coming around to the lighter side of things. As long as they kept up thinking there was hope, there could be some hope. It was simple enough to Tony. You made it happen, the whole hope and faith thing. It was an act of will.
"You know what sucks?...this hotel, doesn't have a burger in sight"
"Except us," Tony joked, referencing the recent rise in cannibalism in the human population that had something to do with an outbreak of some mutant megavirus, "But yeah, I wish that we had some steaks, even hot dogs sound good right now."
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Post by Andrea Castillo on Apr 29, 2011 5:55:58 GMT -5
If we watch It all come down Breathe and let it go
"It's always a good thing to me," Tony replied playfully, a smile on his lips. Andrea stifled a laugh bowing her head lightly for a moment. That’s what was required right now, a bit of playful banter and innocent flirting. It was those small bursts of normality that kept all of them together. Because, by acting as if everything was okay, it made everything okay and a little more bearable and that’s what they had to hold onto to keep their sanity. This situation was more then...insane, it was killing each of them a little more everyday because getting out of here became that much more impossible. It was really difficult to sit and know that tomorrow you could be dead, or in a few hours...because right now luck and time were not on your side. Andrea, she kept her chin up but she knew that eventually a time would come where she’d have to ask herself: is the fight really worth it anymore? Am I just wasting my time here hoping for a way out? Is there even a way out of here? All those questions spiralling around her mind did her no good but there was nothing she could do, everyone thought the same right now.
Still, Anthony fared well for keeping her busy. The young man was comforting, talkative and even managed to keep up his spirits during the hard times. She was certain if she’d been on her own, she’d have gone crazy by now or worse still taken her own life to escape. But, there was none of that happening here, not with Anthony and his team around..they all had each other’s backs. She wasn’t going to lie though, she was struggling. Andy tried to keep her game face on but sometimes, she just got so tired of all the bullshit. She turned her hazel gaze toward him, confessing her uncertainty.
She told him how it still seemed like a bad dream and it did. Andrea found herself waking everyday for the last two weeks expecting to find herself in her bed at home, to find herself going about her typical routine and having a job to go back to. Only, she woke up to screams and sounds of the unread outside, lurking the streets hungry for human flesh. Part of her wanted to go back to sleep, her dreams being much more colourful then what was going on outside, she didn’t want to be awake half of the time. But then, it was also hard to sleep. Andrea knew that by sleeping, made her unaware of the occurrences around her and if those things were to get in here while she slept...she definitely wouldn’t be waking up.
"You know, til about two weeks ago, I didn't think they would happen to anyone...ever," Tony said, seating beside her. She watched him as he spoke, she liked talking to him because he didn’t try to candy coat everything and make it all shiny so that she could bare it. He was a straight talker and she had to respect that. Sure, he made an effort to lift her spirits but he didn’t lie in a bid to do so. " But we have a new reality, and it ain't pretty...well it's prettier with you in it,” Tony said. Andy shook her head smirking a little in playful disbelief, who was a girl to complain about this situation when she had Anthony sitting by her? She was grateful that he was actually the kind of guy who kept a cool head because god forbid if he’d ended up being some crazy neurotic; she’d have had to kick his ass.
She lifted her eyes to him, grinning lightly as he sat there beside her. "But we are strong people, right?" Andrea nodded gently, agreeing with him “Right. You’re right..” she stated. See the thing she liked about him, was that despite the bullshit he was looking at the brighter things. First off there was the company, that could have been so much worse. He was good company, as was his team. They were protective, loyal and honest along with packing some major fucking fire power behind them. She was fairly lucky to be in their presence. "That is a very good point, Andy," Anthony said in regards to her rationalising the situation, it could have been a whole lot worse. She could have been dead or worse than that, un-dead. Andrea fell silent for a moment, just watching him as he sat beside her. She smiled again.
Andrea spoke up. She found that this whole place not serving burgers or convenience food really was a bother for her. She wasn’t one of those faddy diet types of girls, she liked greasy food and she liked a lot of it. She was certain if she didn’t have her job she’d have been a big fat couch potato because running around on patrol was the only thing keeping her in shape "Except us," Tony joked, prompting a small chuckle from Andrea...yeah they totally sucked right now. "But yeah, I wish that we had some steaks, even hot dogs sound good right now." he said. She nodded agreeing “...And more beer” she added with a light grin, shaking the half empty bottle she had sat beside her. Setting it down, she turned back to him.
The brunette took a glance through the small gap to view out the window. They’d boarded the windows up only using the gaps to view out of them. When darkness fell the lights would be out, and they were only able to use flashlights to see around this place as not to draw attention. Right now things were still pretty light outside which made things a lot easier. She turned her eyes toward Anthony “So...tell me something about you that I don’t already know.” She asked him curiously, she knew a fair amount about his time in the military because they’d often sit around sharing stories as a group to pass the time but Andrea still didn’t know about him on a personal level, he wasn’t exactly an open book.
“What about your family? What are they like?” she asked curiously, she was making conversation as best as she could trying to keep both of their minds off of the shit outside. She wasn’t sure what his family were like, but it seemed he never really spoke about them so maybe that meant it was far too delicate of a situation to talk about. Andrea didn’t want to pry but she was curious about him.
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Post by PFC. Anthony Glau on May 9, 2011 20:57:56 GMT -5
“Right. You’re right..”
"Damn straight, and don't you forget it," Anthony Glau said with a smug smirk on his face. He liked to know that he gave some measure of strength and courage to Andrea. Everyone needed someone to lean on, someone to believe in them. Especially if they were to survive the nightmare unfolding. This was something horrible, to be sure, but it was something that could be conquered. All it would take would be keeping the faith that the dawn always comes after the night.
“...And more beer”
"Hell yeah," He said, " I'm gonna be bummed when we run out of smokes, with the city being cut off from distribution and shit..."
Tony had always wondered if he could quit smoking. After two weeks of having to scrounge for a pack, it was looking like he would have to bite that bullet, simply for lack of supply. He lit up one of the six he had left, and breathed out the smoke...this was a no-smoking place, but hell...the people who made that rule weren't even around anymore.
"So...tell me something about you that I don’t already know.”
"Sure," Tony said, nervous. He was not usually so serious, and didn't get too personal with conversations. He trusted Andy though,so he decided to proceed along this line of discourse. Maybe she wanted to bring it to another level for a reason...he could only hope that she was thinking of him as more than some guy with a gun.
“What about your family? What are they like?”
" I dunno, like most others I guess," Tony said, not really wanting to go down this road. This was something he was afraid to talk about. His family life wasn't the best. He grew up in a pretty shitty home, his dad being the source of the shit. He had been a rough and rowdy sort, who couldn't hold his liquor, but went to the bottle every night just the same. He was a nasty drunk too, and would out of nowhere decide that his wife and kids needed a reminder of who the man was in the house. Tony didn't like to talk about that part of his life.
"What about yours?" He would rather hear about her life story. He thought it would be a happier tale than his own, and they needed a lift in spirits, not a downer.
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Post by Andrea Castillo on May 14, 2011 3:07:24 GMT -5
If we watch It all come down Breathe and let it go
"Damn straight, and don't you forget it," he smirked. She grinned a little at him. Anthony Glau was like a breath of fresh air for her. Right now, his sense of humour and light hearted approach to the current situation put her at ease. All of this was hard to take on but when you had someone supportive and strong like this, it became easier over time. She was grateful for the aid that he and his colleagues had given her and wondered how life would have panned out, had she stayed back at the precinct alone. She was certain; she’d have probably been killed.
"Hell yeah, I'm gonna be bummed when we run out of smokes, with the city being cut off from distribution and shit..." he said. Andrea laughed shaking her head a little “Gotta enjoy the little things, right?” she mused with a smirk. It was funny, those things you took for granted now became the most important things right now.
She watched him light up a cigarette, Andrea wasn’t much of a smoker...sometimes when she drank, she smoked but aside from that she wasn’t in need of a nicotine buzz. Andrea didn’t despise smoking; she just found it wasn’t really for her. To be honest, she figured at some point she’d take it up, and this present situation would be a good start...after all, it appeared to take the edge off. Whilst she sat there with him, had spent the past two weeks with him...Andrea knew she still didn’t know much about Anthony Glau. So, naturally, she enquired.
"Sure," he replied. Andy could tell that he wasn’t really very used to talking about his life. Andrea wasn’t sure what to ask having opened that can of worms so she went in for whatever came out first. Family. Everyone had a family, be that a good or a shit one...they all had one. To be truly honest, Andrea just wanted to know more about him. He was a good guy, she got along with him so it was a given she asked to find out. Andrea liked him, it was a rarity for her to warm to men so quickly...but that was due to the fact most men she met were morons. Anthony was nice to her, he didn’t treat her like an idiot and there was a mutual respect between the two. Besides, he’d really helped her out back there when he hadn’t had too.
" I dunno, like most others I guess," Anthony said, clearly his family were not one he wished to speak of. She gave an almost sympathetic gaze as she set her eyes on him. He asked in return and she nodded slightly “I’d say they’re pretty average. I have a brother and a sister, my brother is a little bit of a lose canon...we kinda ended up on opposite sides of the spectrum. I’m a cop, he’s a criminal.” She laughed a little shaking her head “He’s not a bad guy though, just terribly misunderstood.” She added “I haven’t seen him for a while, he’s serving a sentence right now.” she explained to him. Andrea shrugged lightly, letting her eyes watch him.
She flashed an encouraging smile and placed her hand atop of his “We can talk about something else if you want to?” she suggested with a warm smile “Tell me about your team? I mean...the others that aren’t here. What are they like?” she asked curiously, he liked his job, loved his job by the seams of it and these people had become his family over time.
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Post by PFC. Anthony Glau on Jun 2, 2011 18:58:37 GMT -5
“Gotta enjoy the little things, right?”
"Yeah," Glau said with an impish smile, "Maybe now you might want one...I remember before you declined...seems like as good as time as any to reconsider...get 'em while they last."
“I’d say they’re pretty average. I have a brother and a sister, my brother is a little bit of a lose cannon...we kinda ended up on opposite sides of the spectrum. I’m a cop, he’s a criminal.”
"Loose cannon, huh?" Glau said warming up to the idea of sharing about his family life, " You shoulda met my dad...he was a loose cannon alright..."
“He’s not a bad guy though, just terribly misunderstood.”
Glau knew what it was like. He had been there before. Then a man from the US Army gave him a hand and ever since then...Anthony Glau was an upstanding citizen and and a fine soldier, so they said at his graduation, and among his team. He had been given a second shot after taking the wrong way in life. And all to end up in this nightmare.
"Y'know, I wasn't always a good soldier, a good citizen..." Anthony confided, " I did my own share of bad things, but the Army took me in anyway. Been a new man ever since. All it takes is the right person to believe in ya...to make you believe in yourself...and you can conquer anything."
"Haven’t seen him for a while, he’s serving a sentence right now.”
Glau nodded, and took a drag of his cigarette.
“Tell me about your team? I mean...the others that aren’t here. What are they like?”
"They're my real family at the end of the day. I count on them with my life, and they know I got their back in any fight. Tell you what, the Army is the first place I ever felt like I belonged...the only home I really ever had, y'know?"
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Post by Andrea Castillo on Jun 11, 2011 6:17:38 GMT -5
"Yeah," Glau agreed, times like these you had to learn to appreciate whatever good life through at you. Things were tough right now, worse then they had ever become but in order to keep your head on, you had to take it all in your stride and not be phased by life's hurdles. This was surely one major hurdle, one fucking up...night of the living dead crap that no one could begin to explain let alone try and understand. Andrea kept her head in the game for one reason and one reason only, Anthony. With that being said, his team also offered help which set the woman's mind at ease but Anthony had become quite a companion to have around, he was kind and understanding and she appreciated the effort from his part. He was a good guy "Maybe now you might want one...I remember before you declined...seems like as good as time as any to reconsider...get 'em while they last." Anthony urged. She grinned slightly and shook her head "I'm sticking to my guns on this one" she stated, her grin broadening ever so. The brunette nodded at him "No thankyou..."
Andrea spoke about her brother, how he was less then well behaved and practically took his life for granted. Some could say he was almost the opposite of Anthony Glau here. "Loose cannon, huh?...You shoulda met my dad...he was a loose cannon alright..." Anthony added. The brunette kept her eyes on him, he had been reluctant to open up about his family, but that comment there was a small insight. She could gather why he didn't wish to talk about them, and now she continued to have no intention of pressing any buttons in a bid to get info. If he wanted to share with her, he would. She gave a warm smile, nodding once more as if understanding.
Despite her brother making a vast amount of mistakes, she never once spoke poorly of him. At the end of the day, he was her flesh and blood. "Y'know, I wasn't always a good soldier, a good citizen..." Anthony confessed. She found that hard to believe, but then again, who was she to assume? she rarely knew the guy, she had taken him at face value and given him a chance. She was always like that, not one to dwell on past mistakes...it didn't matter in comparison. But, she was happy to sit and listen to him "I did my own share of bad things, but the Army took me in anyway. Been a new man ever since. All it takes is the right person to believe in ya...to make you believe in yourself...and you can conquer anything." Anthony said, those were some fine words he'd shared there. She smiled once more as the man took a drag from his cigarette.
"I couldn't agree more." Andrea gently offered. He was right, though at the end of the day it was only you who could make yourself who you were but people aided you along. She knew that people within your life often had some kind of impact on how you turned out and thankfully, Anthony had found himself the right kind of people to be influenced by. She quizzed about his team who evidently played a big part in his life. "They're my real family at the end of the day. I count on them with my life, and they know I got their back in any fight. Tell you what, the Army is the first place I ever felt like I belonged...the only home I really ever had, y'know?" Anthony disclosed. Andrea didn't reply right away, she simply watched the man as he continued to take simultaneous drags of his cigarette.
Andrea felt that she was getting to know him a little better now. He was opening up, not a great deal but enough for her to get a clearer understanding of the type of person he was. He had a strong presence, he appeared to have so much confidence and drive in him but underneath the surface...he was just as afraid as she was. Her eyes fell almost sympathetic toward him. The petite brunette extended her hand outward and took the cigarette from between his fingers, gently placing it into the ashtray beside him.
She took his hand for a moment before turning and giving him a hug, she really didn't know what to say to him. But felt the need to be comforting, to be quite honest...she could have done with it herself. She was absolutely terrified right now, she hid it well but sometimes...it just got hard to ignore.
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