The Phoenix Colony

"I'll be fine," said Juan. "Just get that deer thing off of him. The sooner ... the better."

As they walked, HArold whispered into Cull's ear. "Am I the only one who feels stupid following the advice of a blind guy?"

 

Derek recovered from his unconcious state, groaning at his pain. He rose slowly, wobbling slightly before gaining his balance and finally being able to stand up. He began to trudge along towards the edge of the skidmark, climbing up the edge and falling into the grass. "Anybody around?" he yelled. "I could use a bit o' help!"

 

Harold stopped dead in his track. "Do you hear that?"

The two took off towards the voice.

 

Cull chuckled at Harold’s comments, “I‘m sure he has a reason for it.”

He slipped into thought how did Juan know that there was a man trapped under a deer. Was he dreaming it. A man trapped under a dead dear Cull chuckled to himself now that would be quiet the sight.

“So where‘s this freaking reindeer man?”

 

Chrys leaned down, waving her hand in front of the man, "Ey, Meaty Mistah, can ya see my hand?"

No reaction fro his eyes, ""Crap. Hea can't."

She tapped his shoulder, "Dude, there's a persoon standing over you. Name's Chrys."

 

Derek heard oncoming footsteps and propped his head up. He recognized the larger one as one of the men he had shared dinner with the night before, the mob boss Harold. "Hey Harold! Over here!" He waved his arm in the air, then winced and regretted waving.

 

The two took off in a run. HArold saw the girl from the river and nodded. "I think together we can move this thing."

 

The Predator. Chrys whirled around, stunned to see Mobby running towards her. She looked down at the Punky dude, "You called them, didn't you?"

She Faced the two aproaching men, hands raised, don't hiss, stupid.

"Growl!" Oh, like that was any better?!

 

Harold stopped, "Stop it liittle kitty, he wnts us here, drop the claws."

Chrys slowly let down her hands, checking that they weren't claws. "Whew. What can you possibly do to help?" She said, eying the man following Mobby, "Is he blind?"

Harold looked to his side, "It doesn't matter what he is, he's not your concern. We can help move that," he said pointing at the man on the ground.

"Move him where?"

 

Derek looked up and saw somebody growling at the approaching company. Strange, he didn't remember his being there before. "Hey, who're you? And why are you growling at Harold?"

 

Chrys looked down at the man, "He's a mobster, I don't trust him. Why do you?"

 

Raylene quickly scanned the tree line looking for more medical supplies that had been swept away by the wind. She finds a few meager items and runs into the ship with the rest of the girls. She goes back into the medical room and rummages for anything else that would be helpful. Tucked behind the trash bin is a fully stocked first aid kit. She grabs it and then heads to find blankets, pillows and extra clothing from the crew quarters.

She heads back to the center room after finding 3 pairs of sweats, a pair of jeans a flannel shirt, and 6 pairs of socks. The rest of the women are there with various supplies and they head out towards the mountain.

 

Smith had just started to move and look through the bodies for survivors when the earth shook again. Smith panicked and leapt away from the slop as it moved down. The shakeing stopped and smith looked over the now steeper muddy drop. He saw small boxes, a barrel, and a mangled body sticking out of the mud. "Well, at least i got them back." He said grining at the uncovered cache. He hoped down the muddy slope and began the long painful job of hauling the ammo out of the mud and onto the hill, where he placed them into the weapons rack and locked it each time. This was going to take some time but he was not going to lose his edge again.

 

"I ate dinner with the man," Derek responded. "We exchanged stories, and he doesn't seem all that bad. Clearly we're all criminals here. Haven't you ever heard of honor among thieves?"

 

"Haven't you ever heard of stupidity among men?" Chrys snapped, leaning close to his face. "I helped to make that dinner, Bustah. The eggs? I sprained my ankle to get them. And you want to honor a wanna be gangster?!"

Harold approached Chrys, "I can hear you know, and I don't like what I'm hearing."

Chrys turned to look at him, "Well, I guess we can't all be happy. Hi, Misery. Call me company."

"Now, does anybody know were we can go?"

 

While looking around the ship, Fox finds a piece of metal that must have been torn off during the storm. It was flat and about six inches long. The first inch and a half was blunt, but the rest was extremely sharp. "This would make a good knife." thinks Fox. She puts it on the left side of her belt.

Britney takes a bag that she found in the ship and goes in the forest. While there she finds some weird fruit that looks like blue peaches. Each one was a little larger than an apple. She put as many of them in the bag that she could. She gets in about twelve. "Three apiece, it isn't much, but it'll get us through the day." says Britney.

Fox stands infront of the ship as the other three girls come back. "This is a good start, but we'll have to look for more supplies as we go." says Fox. They begin their journey to the mountain.

 

Derek worked his way up slowly, wincing as he did. "How's it goin', Harold?" He said, extending his hand. "And you, relax. All of us are stranded here, if you're makin' enemies you ain't gonna last long."

((OOC: We should probably wait for the doctor guy to come back before we post more.))

 

Viva giggled as she danced in the midst of the flowers.
"This is just so much fun!"
She looped around, until she heard screams from a distance. She stopped and then crept up on the trees nearby, just in case a wild beast was to attack.
"Here kitty, here kitty..."
She whispered giddily, prancing as she investigated the area. She finally caught glimpse of her three female friends who were heading for higher land. Her eyes glinted in optimism and she jumped around, waving to them.
"Yuhooo! Ladies, where're you going all alone and without your friends! Wait up!"
She then spun to find Pasha, who was nowhere to be seen.
"Guess what? I'll be bringing that guy too. It'll be fun!"
She yelled again, waiting for a response of some kind.

 

Cull looked between the two people Harold had found, the reindeer man wasn’t under a reindeer, that was mildly disappointing. Then there was the fruity woman who was growling like a wild animal of some variety.

“Hello Derek, My name is Cull Brackwell. I‘m here to help.” He set down the medical pouch and spread it out. “Now I heard you had a run in with a deer of some sort lets see what it‘s done to you.”

 

"Well met Cull. I'm guessin' you're some sort o' doctor eh? Well alright, here's the story. Last night, after we share a delicious meal cooked by Growly over 'ere, I decide to lay down and get some rest. That storm didn't seem to like my plan though, you see, and it tossed me up into the sky. At first it looked like I was gonna' hit this big metal slab, but luckily I flew away from there. Unfortunately, my friend the deer came along and pounced on my face. Now I ain't had a cigarette in forever, my whole body aches, and I got a couple ribs I think are either broke o' bruised." Derek pointed to the two lowest ribs on the right side of his torso. "One hell of a night. What d'ya make of it?"

 

Cull nodded, “Well I‘d have to say you‘ve had an exciting night, flying deer and all. ” he paused and frowned, “However with out our wonderful technology its difficult for me to see what got broken and to repair ribs in particular. How ever pain killers will be a nice start. I can clean up any bumps and cuts you have. The move on to doing what I can about these ribs.” Cull opened a bottle of pain killers and handed him two. “I’d give you something stronger but for now you need to be able to move to where ever it is you are staying then we can see about that. How are your ribs affecting your breathing?”

Cull took the cigarette packet from his top pocket and passed Derek one.

 

Derek accepted the cigarrete with a quick "Thanks, buddy," then continued to pull out his lighter and begin to smoke it. "It ain't bad," he said. "Hell, I'm havin' no problems smokin' so's breathin' should be easy eh?" He then accepted the painkillers and took them, struggling to swallow them without water. "As for where I'm stayin', I don't have any apartments lined up yet. Seems the landlords 'round here don't like convicts too much. Lucky them." He smiled.

 

"Which raises the question I've been asking: Does anybody know where we can go?" Chrys snapped in exasperation, pacing around the impromtu doctor's office, Harold watching the whole event.

"I've heard talk of migrating to the mountains," commented Juan.

Harold whipped his head to face Juan, "'Migrate?' What are we? Some god-****** animals?" He gave asoft chuckle, "Ha, migrate." Me mumbled to himself. "Well, we do hav a cat among us, what ya say, can ya sniff out safety?"

Chrys glared at Harold, holding eye-contact, "If I could, 'sniff out' safety, would I be standing here with the like of you?" She said coldly, folding her arms across her chest. "Besides, I think he has a point. We should go to the mountains."

"And who the hell made you leader?" Harold asked, pissed that she'd have the audacity to take what should be his role.

 

Derek turned his head away from everyone and spat. "Screw the mountains," he said. "Any o' you ever tried catchin' a mountain goat? Can barely find the f**kers and once you do they're damn elusive. We should be lookin' fer some plains or some woods. Most game and a hell of a lot safer. More raw materials."

 

"That may be th case, but, unless you haven't noticed, there's fuel-from a ship, I might add- leaking into the only water source near us. Freshly melted snow is pure water, we cannot dehydrate. At worst, we go vegan for a couple of days, we can supplement our food source, but water only comes in one way." Chrys stated to Derek.