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Post by Jason Marx on Jul 25, 2008 9:56:07 GMT -5
 Jason Marx, the one still clinging to hope for man kinds sympathy. The one hoping things could go back to normal and humans and infected could live together or at least live amongst each other with trying to kill each other. For he, as a paramedic, had come across only too many wounded by the battles fought between a infected and a human trying to terminate the infected. Then the humans have the nerve to blame the infected for what had happened to them. When really it was like pushing a wolf into a corner, of course its gonna lash out and kill on demand.
After driving his ambulance through a fast foods drive-thru. The choice of place was not what mattered. What mattered was that sometimes having to buy fast food was sad. Never having the time to go home and prepare anything decent to eat. Constantly on call. People dying. People fighting. People killing. People expiring. In Jason's opinion it was rather pathetic.
He had chicker strips(thats right, "chicker"), fries and a sprite. Driving about 4 minutes off from the fast food place, far enough to find some momentary peace, he stopped at the edge of the concrete, where after it was grassy paths and a sand bar.
The sunrises morning kiss, gleamed on the glistening, glassy waves. The tide slowly coming in. The sound of the odd sloosh against distant rocks. It was kind of unnerving to Jason though. To most, it would be calming and beautiful. But to him it was a reminder of how the worlds biggest dangers could pretend to be so quiet, harmless and welcoming. He stepped out of the ambulance and strode over to a bench that was just before a long dock leading out into the mere edge of the danger, the vortex of watery doom. The black hole of deep disaster and fears unknown.
Strange, to choose to eat where you might feel so uneasy. But he was so used to being in places and situations that he didn't wanna be, so this was nothing. It was more like a break. Since there was no needed direct contact involved, as there was when troubles souls needed his help to stay alive.
Jason took a seat at this bench and sighed. droppiong the brown bag of food in his lap. Not bothering to mindlessly attacking it out of hunger. If the dying could wait to live, he could wait to eat. Waiting for what? Nothing. That was the difference. He waited for nothing. And nothing could wait.
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{I always forget I guess
I should/could write Open
to all of these I make. lol
Slowly I'm getting back in
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Post by Joelle Sanders on Jul 27, 2008 2:23:40 GMT -5
Jo sat there at the docks, her knees pulled up and her arms hugging around them. The soft wind blew her hair into her face and she had to keep spitting out the stray peices that kept finding there way into her mouth. She stared at the rising sun, its rays hitting her sun kissed hazelnut blond hair. She had recently dyed it after switching jobs once again after one of the employees at her last job had found out she was infected. Jo shuddered at the memory of his greasy hair, his snide grin. How he threatened her. No one threatened her.
She shivered as the wind picked up slightly. She had always had trouble controlling her anger. Was it really her fault that the whole place had burned down? Probably. She really shouldnt get that angry. She remembered the fear on his face as her eyes lost its color. How the heat began to rise. Well she definitely wasn't working there anymore.
She had taken the night shift at this new fast food joint, figuring that the less people she saw, the better off she'd be. She worked hard, and for that was noticed quickly. The worker who always smiled. The cashier who always said 'have a nice day'. It was a bad habit that needed breaking, always being the best.
Jo first noticed him when he drove up in his ambulance and ordered the chicken strips. She smiled when he said it. "chicker" She chuckled at the memory. He didn't look infected. She was usually a good judge of that and she noted it with dissapointment. 100% Human. As he got his food and drove off she noted that he was in an ambulance. She shook her head. There was no way she'd even talk to him. EMS workers could tell if you were infected just by studying your movements. or atleast thats what she had heard.
She took her break and walked down 10 minutes to the docks, figuring that as the sun was rising, it would bring her the first peace she'd felt in the past 24 hours and as she stared, folded as she was on the edge of the dock and staring at the rising sun, she felt herself relaxing and her eyes closing as she slipped into a light meditation.
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Post by Jason Marx on Jul 27, 2008 5:51:35 GMT -5
Jason yawned. It had been a very long night. and he had a long day ahead of him too. But to be honest, he was also sure that it would be very possible to fall right asleep if he leaned his head back or set aside the food and laid on the grass for only but a second.
He sighed deeply. All the physical labour. All the hearts he watched get split in two at death. All the ones who come back and shock you. All the real tragedy & change. He closed his eyes for a moment. Sighed, the slight heat from the sun eased his tension. Then he snapped them open and looked around almost edgily. He then looked down at his food. And out toward the water. Now it was not empty, there was some one there. Was it.... It was a girl! He blinked a couple ties and had a deep sense of recollection that followed the recognition.
"Is that the girl from the..." He looked down at his brown bag. And a little flash back of her passing him the bag thru the window at the drive thru. Usual how someone who worked at a simple fast food job could be so happy and good at the job. Or just the smile really. Uncommon, it was.
He blinked a couple times just not knowing what else to think of it besides the fact that she must have just got off or was on her break or something. Jason contemplated making contact, saying something. But really he didn't know how to talk to people. Besides "I'm sorry.. He/She has no pulse... And they're heart won't start" or "I'm sorry to inform you that the lungs collapsed and there was nothing left we could do". It was something he was forced to ay all the time.
Complete opposite of some peoples jobs. Take House for example. He would just rip holes into people. Example "You know if you would have kept a closer eye on them and actually took them seriously, this wouldn't have happened, right? Go team moron" Very unprofessional. Or just very un-compassionate and lacking humility.
He blinked once more, coming back from a sun-conscious conversation with himself about how different he was from house. Good waste of 2 minutes of our life, go team Jason.
"Hey you got the time??"
He said loud enough for his voice to carry, but just before the loudness of a yell or a shout.
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Post by Joelle Sanders on Jul 27, 2008 10:01:01 GMT -5
Jo took a deep breath and let it out, allowing all her stress to float away. It was something she had learned to do back home when the stress and tests became to much. Soon she was floating away, her mind going to a different time, a different place. Suddenly she was smelling the fresh lilacs of her mother's garden, the leathery smell of her fathers skin. Then the smells turned sour. The antiseptic smell of the hospital rooms, the sour smell of the needles, the rancid breath of the scientists.
She began to squirm, stuck in her own private hell, unable to get out -
"Hey you got the time??"
Her eyes flew open, devoid of any color for only a moment as she whipped around to stare at the person who had spoken. As her eyes blended back to their normal hazel, recognition dawned on her face. It was the 'chicker' man. She smiled slightly and glanced down at her watch.
"It's 6:07"
She said softly, then realized that he probably couldnt hear her. She cleared her throat and spoke a little louder.
"It's 6:07"
There. She hoped he could hear that. She stared at him, her eyes taking in small details from the light stubble flecking his face to the fast food order bag lying next to him. At first glance, he had appeared older, it must have been the tired look in his eyes but now upon closer inspection, Jo realized that he looked to be 18, 19, 20 at most. She tensed up. The young humans were the worst to deal with, harboring the most hatred just because they could. She stood up and tried to non-chalantly (sp?) make her way past him.
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Post by Jason Marx on Jul 30, 2008 0:52:41 GMT -5
Come to think of it, As he looked up at the sky, he didn't really feel anything, nothing emotional, nothing physical. Nothing. For I suppose he had banished all the things he could feel a few moments previous once he stared out and onto the vast watery surface, glittering away as it would.
A flicker to the same smile he saw once just moments before upon ordering the food he was doubtful to eat. The smell hadn't been what he had expected anyways. Or maybe he was just tired of the same ol' thing. Who knew. He blinked a few times expressionless as he awaited her reply.
"Its 6:07" He heard her say.
No wonder he was so dead. So.. calm and lacking in that pep he sometimes woke up with. I mean for the most part he was a guy who tried to be over all optimistic. Waking up everyday with a positive outlook on the day to come. Maybe he would save a few lives. Maybe he could get everywhere just in time.
His eyes gained more focus after her reply. Suppose his vision zoning in on her was his way of making the connection between pointless spoken words and a conversation.
As she began to walk toward him and slowly make her way by him, he wanted to hold the only positive human contact he had made all day.
"So you on break or something?" He asked, his voice calm, slightly deep, and what most would consider quite masculine. But for a guy his age, he was very well spoken. As she almost appeared to be heading back toward where he saw her first, If she was heading home though, she deserved a ride for how well she did her job that day, and he felt like rewarding such good customer service. It was only too often that he met people who were just such jerks or complete arses to the customer. Or really just to reward her, honour her for treating him like an equal and not some robot.
Too many these days were just so robotic and lacking humility. So it seemed most of the time. Sometime though, he thought maybe it was just him somehow driving the good ones away with his profession. Many had they're own ideas of what kind of person he was just because he tended to the wounded infected and humans he may find.
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Post by Joelle Sanders on Jul 30, 2008 23:49:10 GMT -5
Joelle's mind was completely on escape mode, her one goal to get as far from this boy as possible. She focused on the ground and refused to make eye contact, her hair falling over her face and creating a veil that kept her expression to herself. She was paranoid, yes, but with good reason. She had been in these types of situations before where the big muscular male human wants to have some fun at the expense of the 'poor defenseless infected girl'. Pity the fool who thinks that way. The end product was usually a burnt heap with an ambulance anonymously called and on its way. As she brushed past she shivered at the contact and stopped at his question.
"So you on break or something?"
She slowly turned like a dear caught in the headlights but quickly regained her footing, allowing herself to look him in the eye. No use letting him know that she wasn't as frail as she looked. In case he tried something she wanted to have the element of surprise. As she turned she took in what he was wearing. His disheveled clothing, his stubbled face. "Jeez, when was the last time this guy had slept?" The thought popped into her mind as she raised her head to look at him again. She cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ears, a nervous habit she'd picked up when she was younger.
"I'm supposed to be done now, I mean my boss told me to go home but..."
She shrugged and let out a small laugh.
"..I have nothing better to do, so usually I just stay and work."
At this, she let out a small yawn and quickly brought her hand up to cover it. A sheepish expression flashed across her face for a moment before flowing into a curious stare. She looked up at him and studied him once more.
"I dont mean to be rude but...aren't you a little young to be a paramedic?"
She gestured towards his outfit and then towards his ambulance.
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Post by Jason Marx on Aug 6, 2008 17:27:33 GMT -5
She cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ears, a nervous habit she'd picked up when she was younger.
"I'm supposed to be done now, I mean my boss told me to go home but..."
She shrugged and let out a small laugh.
"..I have nothing better to do, so usually I just stay and work."
"Hmm.. Interesting." He said as he looked at her over his right shoulder. Sometimes he hates how he looked at people like they're gestures and actions were they're own life profile and personality profile. Which was handy to see since then you could either understand or relate to them better.
"Have no.. regular teenager hobbies or activities you enjoy? Friends? Boys?.." He trailed off.
It was kind of obvious to Jason that she was a little different, for him it was easy to recognize a 'regular' human. An oblivious usual one. This, she was not. But what was it that made her different? He couldn't put hid finger on it yet. Certainly her looks didn't make her usual, she was quite pretty. Could she be infected. Ha ha, probably not. But who really knows. Not Jason. Everything was just a educated guess.
"I dont mean to be rude but...aren't you a little young to be a paramedic?"
He quirked a brow. If she thought that was rude, she should meet Jason's boss. House.
"Well.. when I was a kid, around 4 or 5 I went to work with my father. He was a doctor. And sometimes when I'd go with him to where he worked, cause we lived in a small town, I would just walk around the hospital and watch each of the medical staff doing all the different jobs to make the hospital run."
He paused for a second and took a breath and a sip of his sprite. Blinked and looked back at her and continued on.
"And as I watched everyone, I felt like the paramedic was just so important and it was also very important that the paramedic was someone who genuinely cared about each person enough to push things to the limit physically just to help them. And sometimes save they're life."
He stopped for about 10 seconds and took another couple sips from the straw, the carbon bubbling away in his mouth. Quenching thirst. He hadn't told this story in full to anyone in so long. Maybe it was just that he hadn't talked to many people for any lengthly time in so long. He talked to House all the time, but that was different, that was like discussing and collaborating, not conversing about one another. Unless it was come backs and insults. The never ending sarcasm.
"And so I started going along for the rides. Because the driver was a friend of my father and since I was around the hospital so often, they didn't think what I'd see would affect me as badly as some regular little boy. I saw blood and gore all the time. I loved watching surgery. It was brilliant."
His focus somehow ended up toward the water. A distant look in his eye, as if so deep in memory. As if he was off somewhere in his head reading the memory from an old book.
"So while I went along, I found myself wanting to help in anyway I could and eventually they let me. Seeing as after watching them so often, I had a sense of what to do, and this was about 2 years later after I started going to work with my dad. so about 8 or 9. Only ever helping with small things I could handle. But I wasn't getting paid and I was gaining the experience though."
He then just stopped. And looked back at her, still standing where he had to look at her over his right shoulder.
"And ever since, as each year passed, I'd take on another small role. Another small task in helping save limbs or lives. So. By now I know how to fully take on the whole task, the whole job. So why not. I can finally get paid for this developed passion now. only within the past 2 years. Not as much as most paramedics, but enough. Considering my age."
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Post by Joelle Sanders on Aug 7, 2008 22:37:30 GMT -5
"have no regular teenage hobbies or activities you enjoy? friends? boys?"
Joelle glanced at him and looked down, thinking about it. Hobbies? Activities? She lived underground for gods sake! What could she say? Well yes actually, I like playing tag with the rats...oh and my favorite thing to do is sneak around at night and steal things from my parents house...
She didn't think that would fly quite well with him. He didn't seem dangerous...kind of like a puppy actually. She smiled at the thought. But she wasn't letting her guard down yet. Not until there wasn't a doubt in her mind that he wasn't about to pull out a taser and ship her off to some scientific facility. That had happened before and she didn't tink she could stand another time. She looked around, memorizing escape routes, and weak points. She then looked back to him.
"I'm usually working...helps the time go faster. I like to write and read but you said teenage hobbies and..." she shrugged "I haven't met a teenager who likes to read in a long time."
She looked to him with a completely serious expression.
"and as for boys..well they are my hobby"
You could tell she was struggling to not laugh and towards the end she kind of lost it. A burst of laughter escaped her mouth as she grinned.
"Just kidding"
Then he began to speak, telling his story. Joelle slowly drifted downward as he continued to speak until she was sitting, hugging her knees and staring up at him captivated. She was suprised that he hadn't figured out that she was infected. She mentally shrugged. She kind of didn't want him to figure it out because then she would have to burn and run and despite the warning bells in her head she was kind of...enjoying herself. She looked out towards the water, continuing to listen to his story, listen to his past. When he was done she looked up at him and smiled.
"Thats a great story. You should be proud of yourself for wanting to save people..not many hu-people tend to want to"
She fell silent and looked out over the water, her own thoughts churning in her head.
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