Originally posted by Survivor01
Deuce got up and walked towards the front door. "If she going out there so am I. He walks first to the weapon area and got the scope and his rifle. He then continues to walk to the door but stops short remembering what happened last time.
[She edited and removed her IC post. I will act like your post never happened. I hope that you do not mind]
Alice had finished her training session and with a pleasant look on her face she walked down the hallway. She heard how Greg yelled at the members of the squad, but was too far away to actually hear it. She just shrugged and waved at Greg as he walked past her and into his room. He did not greet her back, and she did not expect he would, either. She continued her walk down the hallway, thinking about them being here. She did not have any location in specific, so she just wandered forth and back in the hallway.
A guy seem to walk by cammille,sticking his leg out she got triped.She pushed hand to brake her falled,but she got her leg twisted.Her skin pushed agenst the floor,all she knew was to screem,her week spot was her anckle,it was weak.She screemed bloodly murder and tears fell.This broght painful memmoroys of her past back.She had twisted and broke her other ankl;es severle times in the past,and it re happened.The guy ran off,while she layed face down on the floor,screeming,and crying.She tryed lifting her self.
Deuce heard the scream and thought the facility was under attack. He jumped to his feet knocking things over as he ran and jumped over objects. Rounding a corner of the hall he saw Camille on the ground. He rushed to her and saw she was in tears. "What happened here? Are you going to be okay?" He kept on edge and was ready to fight.
(Unless Kal says so, I don't think anyone is in our part of the facility except for those who have already been mentioned.)
Jan had long since given up the notion that he was going to sleep. He could be found sitting cozily in a chair in the recreational room, watching TV. MTV to be exact. He didn't know much American music, but he had a slight amount of information about it. Currently, they were playing a rap video. Not particularly caring for rap, Jan reached for the remote. It was out of reach, however, and Sobieski slumped back in his chair, too lazy to stand up. Having stayed up numerous nights as a child due to the conditions of his orphanage, it wasn't that he was tired. Hell, he barely got any sleep back in Chechnya with all the long nights he had spent planning attacks on the Russians. Laziness was simply his Achilles heel. Never did it affect his performance in battle, however. With the adrenaline rush he got from fighting, it would be hard to put him out even with a tranquilizer dart.
Hazel yawned and sat down on the ground, glanicng ta the others fighting. It was now even later, and her eyes heald tightly to the deep circles forming beneath them. She looked on at her teamates, awaiting the argument to sleep. Despite her lathargy at the moment, she would not rest until her team was at ease. She had tried to talk to them, but failed, and now decided simply to wait it out. After all, very few things last forever. she knew this too would end soon.
Letting forth a loudyawn, she let her eyes follow duece and the girl. She rolled them, and closed them for a moment. This was so childish. sh ewatched Camille be carried to the infirmary, and stood, rubbing her eyes sullenyl and sleepy sauntered into the lounge, noticing Jan sitting on the chair. She offered a friendly smile as she entered, and sat down on a small loveseat opposite the TV.
Deuce sighed and waited for everything to be done with so he could go get food from the Mess Hall. He waited until Camille was in the infirmary before going to the Dining area and picking up two plates of food. He slips out unoticed and reenters the infirmary. "I got some food incase you were hungry." He placed the food down on the table next to her and sat down in a seat besided her.