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| Amaris Tudor | Jun 14 2009, 08:20 PM Post #21 |
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Blisters, splinters and cuts really didn't help a person out when they were trying to run as fast as they could. In fact they served as an opposite force, keeping the person from their destination. But never the less, she was able to get to the captain's quarters after some time. Once she arrived there she saw it partially crowded. Tyler and Keels were there (so that's where Tyler had been at) and the guy, the one previously freaking out on the deck. But there was no captain. "Where's the captain?" she asked, trying to keep calm; she was just annoyed and mad at this whole situation right now. And then the ticking noise was invading her thoughts; she shook her head trying to clear the annoying ticking away. "Please tell me I'm not crazy and that you all hear that noise." |
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| Dante Morvanna | Jun 14 2009, 08:28 PM Post #22 |
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"I haven't seen much of anyone," Dante answered. He looked at Amaris then as she came running in and she seemed to actually acknowledge the ticking noise. He had heard it of course, how could you not? "Maybe we should check somewhere else. If he's not in here maybe he's in one of the cabins. He has to have a room doesn't he?" |
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| Keladira Silverhawk | Jun 14 2009, 08:35 PM Post #23 |
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Keels was a little confused as he told her she was 'okay'. Like, she wasn't apologizing for what she had done, but it seemed like it had been taken that way, and he was the one to apologize to... Definitely confused. But when there was an announcement about patients in the galley? Keels straightened up and told them, "I'm going to go hold their hands like I did with Jordan, okay?" Keels was feeling a little crowded in the room, and she headed out to the galley. |
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| Amaris Tudor | Jun 14 2009, 08:46 PM Post #24 |
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That little girl never ceased to suprise Amaris; she was just so flamboyant, so ready-to-go, so untouched by everything else. That little girl was probably braver than most people on this ship, including herself. Then again that wasn't saying much; Amaris was a huge coward sometimes. Acknowledging that they had to find the captain and soon, Amaris nodded and said, "I'll start right now." she replied, slightly wary of leaving for some reason. The ticking noise was just becoming louder and louder. Before she left she turned to Dante and said, "Glad to see you're feeling better...you know, regained your composure" she didn't know whether or not he knew what she was talking about, but it really was scary to see him just sitting on the deck mumbling to himself. Not wanting to waste any time, Amaris just ran out of the room again, no longer aware of the blisters and cuts on her feet. |
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| Dante Morvanna | Jun 14 2009, 09:46 PM Post #25 |
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Dante nodded and didn't vocally give a response to Amaris' comment. He was feeling better. He had time to collect his thoughts and now things were set straight. He did glance at Keels as she dashed out of the room, and opened his mouth to argue but she was gone. That left Tyler didn't it? "I'll check some of the cabins then." Then he turned and walked out. |
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| Keladira Silverhawk | Jun 14 2009, 10:23 PM Post #26 |
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Keels walked in to the Bridge, just as Dante was leaving, but she didn't say a word. She couldn't find the voice to speak at the moment. She was just cold. Numb. Yet, she had a purpose, and that purpose she was working for. For a minute, she struggled with the idea of telling Tyler, what happened, and what the gloves and wirecutters could be for. She was going to hold them up, let them take care of it. Let the adults take care of it. But people were dying, and being let die - merlin, her heart hurt - and she just...she didn't want any of them. She ended up not saying a word to Tyler, just put the gloves back on, and moved to touch the clock on the steering wheel. People's recognition made her make the connection at all, and she wasn't going to try to explain it. |
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| Tyler Rubin | Jun 14 2009, 10:45 PM Post #27 |
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Tyler was beginning to worry that the frown was going to be permanently indented on his face, but he decided to push that outside, for Keeley was returning...with wirecutters. The ticking. Bomb. Wire cutters. It didn't matter for him, what had happened- he knew what had to have happened had lead to her finding those wirecutters, and right now? That was what mattered. That was what mattered, before the whole place decided it would rather implode. Breathing too quickly now, Tyler moved after Keels, realizing what she was doing a half second and a heart beat too late. "Wait, Keels!" |
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| Event | Jun 14 2009, 10:48 PM Post #28 |
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As Keeley's little gloved hands touched the wheel....it did nothing. The wheel was unmoved and it wasn't reacting....hm interesting... |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Jun 14 2009, 10:50 PM Post #29 |
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Emma had been wandering the decks all night, not entirely sure if she could stomach all the gore and choas so soon after the virus. She'd heard screams, and a splash and anxious voices but just kept aside, watching. Now with the most annoying sound of ticking and the intercom sounding again, she thought to head towards the bridge. The ships wheel sounded like it might fit the descriptions. She'd try there. She entered the room to see the young girl from the dining-hall and Tyler already at the wheel, the little girl, Keels, Tyler called her, reaching out the touch it. Emma held her breath, expecting an explosion. "It didn't blow up." Her voice was quiet. Suprised. "What...? I don't understand. Isn't it the wheel?" |
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| Keladira Silverhawk | Jun 14 2009, 11:25 PM Post #30 |
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Another adult entered the room - she ceased to try to remember their names, at this point, and just left it be - and when she found she could touch the wheel, and the clock, which she had been reaching for, there was a moment of satisfaction. Just one, and then she was once again hearing Tyler, wait? They didn't have time to wait, did they? Something was ticking. In what could only be called a complete tantrum, Keels (even though the gloves were much too big for her) curled her fingers around the clock and yanked, hard. If it came out? Good. If she broke it? Even better. She blamed the ship. |
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| Event | Jun 14 2009, 11:30 PM Post #31 |
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The little clock center piece that Keeley had pulled on fell off and hit the floor with an odd sort of sound. Oh my....is that where they put that? A little round compartment that had been safely hidden away by the clock was now exposed. A mess of wires as well and that sound? Tick....tick....tick.... It was so much louder. Someone however knew they had in fact managed to find the potential disaster and the intercom came to life once again... Bravo, you've found it! Now do you know what to do? This isn't some Hollywood horror, no not at all. There are four wires--Blue, green, red and white. One stops the bomb, one sets it off, one does nothing, and one takes only a few minutes off the countdown. Do any of these colors mean anything to you? One should.... |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Jun 14 2009, 11:36 PM Post #32 |
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Emma flinched as the clock face hit the ground, expecting a big boom but instead there was just the ticking... sounding a lot louder. She stared at the compartment the removed clockface had revealed and the wires. She'd never been particularly electronically minded. The intercom sounded again and only caused her to tense some more. So someone should know what to do, but who? She glanced among those in the room with her. "Blue, green, red, white...Does anyone know which one? I mean, does red mean stop?" It was all she could think of. |
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| Keladira Silverhawk | Jun 14 2009, 11:49 PM Post #33 |
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As soon as the clock piece fell off, she stomped on it. It was really stupid to think of the ship as capable of hurting people, but it was the wine held in the ship's innards, the ship's loading hook, the ship's chandelier...One, strong, angry stomp and the clock was in pieces, but that ticking, that annoying, headache-producing ticking was suddenly even louder. And as people started trying to figure out what color to snip, Keels just cradled the wirecutters between her palms, finally raising her eyes to the people in the room with her. They were talking, but she just clasped her hands tighter together, and spoke. Keels' voice was hoarse, thin, and tremulous, but she still spoke loud enough to be heard. "The wirecutters are red." As were the ribbon on their letters. |
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| Tyler Rubin | Jun 14 2009, 11:54 PM Post #34 |
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He took a deep breath. Tyler was prone to the desire of just running away from that ticking-time-bomb as hard and as fast as he could...but he wasn't leaving Keels there. And she had the wirecutters. "I don't know about red meaning stop. But the wire cutters have red --- " He cut himself off, hearing Keels say the same thing. A tiny smile flipped up his lips at the fact that she said that. He wasn't sure what else it could mean, honestly. "There's a chance they coincide. Logically." He was literally a half-step behind Keels apparently, but he was smiling at that fact. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Jun 14 2009, 11:58 PM Post #35 |
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Okay so perhaps the red didn't mean stop... persay but it seemed they were all of the same mind that perhaps it was the red wire that needed cutting. The wirecutters were red, that was indeed true. Coincidence? Or o purpose? Only one way to find out... "Well... what're we waiting for?" Emma nodded from thw wire cutters to the wires. "Red wire it is then, right?" |
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| Keladira Silverhawk | Jun 15 2009, 12:06 AM Post #36 |
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Tyler was smiling, and Keels dropped her gaze back down to her hands. The gloves were yellow. That was safe, at least. But the wirecutters, they had red handles. Red, like the blood of the many different people spilled in many different places on the boat. The stripping, the cutting part, that was grey. Grey, like Niko's skin had turned before he died. It was too much, and the cutters dropped from her shaking hands, her suddenly peeling the gloves with a fervor that she hadn't had. Her skin was flushed, hot, and they weren't coming off. They were sticking her her skin, and she grew more and more frantic, until the gloves were on the floor with the cutters and she was backing away from them, curling into the little corner as far away from the door and the wheel as possible. |
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| Tyler Rubin | Jun 15 2009, 12:10 AM Post #37 |
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Tyler nodded in agreement with Emma and shoved his hand through his hair. As Keeley went to cut them however, he realized...she couldn't. She shouldn't. Tyler's expression--taut and stretched, was firm. Tyler hadn't wanted her too in the first place. Didn't Keeley already have enough on her mind? However, the ticking was getting closer together and Tyler knew acceleration was ...well, not what they were going for. So he fell to the floor as well, picked up the gloves- they actually fit his hands-and then picked up the wire cutters. Red handles. The yellow of the gloves made it look like he was handling flames. He took only a single steadying breath, having learned long ago that in the face of fire, the use of cool logic was the only thing for it. And he cut. Snapped it in two, the red wire. |
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| Dante Morvanna | Jun 15 2009, 01:42 AM Post #38 |
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Dante stepped into the doorway of the bridge as they cut the wire. He watched with almost a odd curious look on his face and didn’t say a word. Just watched, but he tightened his hold on the odd little black box in his hand. They figured it out, it was over. Maybe now they understood or maybe they really didn’t and it had been for nothing. All the same they had all but failed, and in that case? He pocketed the little voice changer, something that thanks to Harm he knew what it was, and slid a step back into the hall. “Congratulations. I win.” A grin slowly spread across his face and with the last and final announcement being made by another, he took off away from the bridge. Practically away from everything. |
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| Event | Jun 15 2009, 01:42 AM Post #39 |
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When the intercom came to life again for the final time, it spoke in that same horrible voice but now it wouldn’t be heard again… Now that you’ve gotten rid of that pesky bomb, we can talk on good terms right? You’ve done well for the most part, but I have to say I’m rather disappointed at the same time. This is your last announcement and your final test. Everyone is to go to the dining hall. No questions asked. There will be no exceptions. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Jun 15 2009, 01:49 AM Post #40 |
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As Dante stepped into the doprway, Emma eye'd him warily, a voice changer box in his hand clearly signifying he'd possibly been the voice over the intercom... however as he left, another announcement was made. "I guess... we do as they say?" Turning from the room, Emma made her way to the dining-hall. |
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