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◜CAN'T REWIND◞ JOINING?
« on: April 23, 2019, 11:13:34 AM »
/ please wait for honeyguide!

When Wash was a boy, his parents had told him stories. They painted pictures in his head, of green grass and manicured lawns. Cars he'd never been in one, but the idea of it made steel eyes go starry. Everything they told him had seemed grand, but perhaps anyone would say that when they lived in a bunker underground. What sort of paranoid, reclusive people built a bunker when they first heard about an up-and-coming artificial intelligence? Well, the rich ones, obviously. It was a comfortable bunker, one that they had been proud of. Deep underground and sprawling, with richly textured carpets and smooth hardwood flooring, depending on the place. There was even this room with fake lights, where they grew their own plants hydroponics, he'd learned when he was young. It was fun to say. But whatever they had underground, it had never felt as interesting as what he didn't yet know. Wash had always had a mind for exploration.

He was older, now. Wiser in some ways and more exhausted in others, rubbed raw and hollow. His parents were doctors, spent their whole life training to save people or saving them for real. He'd spent his whole life learning from them. Things underground had been easy enough, a few scrapes and cuts, maybe a bad accident or two a year, but it had gotten exponentially worse above ground. His skills were put to the test on real bodies, pulling shrapnel from someone's side and glass from another's, sewing up holes that gaped he knew that the human body was capable of withstanding large amounts of trauma, but the survival of those strangers is something he'll be proud of his for his entire life. He supposes that for now, at least, Wash should be grateful that he's well-equipped. He greeted daylight for the first time with patient files under one arm and a full bag of equipment held gently over the other.

At the moment, he doesn't look like much of a doctor. His clothes are folded neatly and wrapped in sterile plastic, the carefully packed bag of equipment is sealed and unassuming aside from the bright red medical cross on the side. In truth, he seems far too clean for someone in this apocalyptic wasteland, much like this hospital looks too clean and put together. It gives him some hope, at least, as he approaches the town on foot. Despite all those stories about cars, he would never see one move. Perhaps that was for the best this is what he knows, after all. A world of makeshift utensils and uneven silence. He turns his head to the young man walking next to him with a smile, leaning slightly to brush into him. "How are you holding up? Sunlight starting to hurt yet?"
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Re: ◜CAN'T REWIND◞ JOINING?
« Reply #1 on: April 23, 2019, 12:46:36 PM »
[ INFO ] He'd heard stories, too. Different stories, mind you- or maybe not that different. Technology. Life. Wealth. Just set in frames that weren't painted lightly, or favorably; in the end, all of them could be bought with something, the same way all those lives locked away in the vault were bought with money and promises of a future. And the same way their deaths were bought with money and promises of a future- just a different one. Of course, Honey wasn't going to see any of it- that wasn't his part to play, not his position on the ladder. To them, to the people who gave him to his mother as a baby and told her to raise a predator, he was a means to an end. It wouldn't surprise him if there was someone in charge of killing him too, once all of his work was done. Maybe it'd be his mother.

She'd certainly want to. Honey was doing what he was supposed to, but he'd fucked up somewhere along the line before then. He'd seemed a little too convincing caring about one of his targets, though that was...water under the bridge. Bloodied water by now.

Nothing to do for it but go through the list.

Colin Dawes. Family had a history with bee allergies. Just a bit of milkweed extract on his clothes, dripped onto him back when they'd walked through the trees and Honey had followed from above. He wasn't surprised this was the place they'd chosen- probably one of the cleanest groups left, and he got to surround himself with fellow do-gooders. 

But Wash wasn't his concern right now.

His fingers tightened on his binoculars, mouth a firm downward bow.

It looked like his work was done anyway, though, with the way Dawes abruptly stumbled, grasping at his throat. His blood vessels were expanding, blood pressure dropping, breathing hampered by a swollen throat. Odds were he'd stop breathing entirely soon.

Wash wouldn't have the proper tools to help him. Honey was no doctor, but he did research, and he couldn't be carrying around the injection in that bag of his. Too unstable of a compound, apparently. It was only when Dawes fell that Honey left his position, binoculars tucked away under his clothes. "Jesus, Wash, is he okay? Can I help?"

Pretend there was nothing that'd ever happened between them, pretend that he was just a concerned friend who'd found his way here by coincidence. Nothing more substantial.

WE'RE ALL BRAVE 'TIL THE GUN GOES
BANG
BANG
BANG

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« Reply #2 on: April 23, 2019, 09:57:08 PM »
They were both bound to be disappointed. The world wasn't as pretty as Wash's parents had promised, but neither was it as depraved as Honey's thought it would be. Said it would be. There were some things on this planet that couldn't be bought or sold however much it may seem like it, people were not commodities. Their souls and personalities, their sheer stubbornness in search of life you couldn't itemize and categorize that. It's an idea that Wash clings to desperately as he walks out here, seeing what humanity had done to itself. The idea that human beings in any circumstance, in matter the horror and destruction and pain they could grow. They could do better. Someday that will be torn from him, he can be nearly sure of that, but for now... for now, he's safe with that one kernel of optimism. Though he supposes that safe is the wrong word for it. If he could ever be truly safe, it wasn't here. It wasn't in this world, with these thoughts, with Honeyguide. And he doesn't even know half of what's going on around him.

He knows enough, maybe. He knows that even when he's dropped to his knees halfway to a panic, hands on Colin's collar, loosening what he can, stilling terrified hands and watching the change, the swelling, the the dying. "Colin? Colin, hey." Obstructed airways. Swollen tongue. Shortness of breath. He knows that even with all of that, his brain noticing these things and moving automatically to correct them, his fingers twitch when he hears that voice.

He moves back to chest compressions without looking up, strong hands shoving down at a steady rhythm, the whole world lost to him. The cracked asphalt dirtying his the knees of his pants, the wheezing of Colin's breathing. That familiar smell of Grayson Honeyguide's clothes. He should smell like everyone else, shouldn't he? But he doesn't. He smells like his name. "Put my bag under his legs, keep them elevated. Colin?" It doesn't take long for humans to die once something starts to go wrong. He keeps going for a few minutes, just in case. Just in case he can do something, but his throat is swollen enough that air doesn't get where it needs to go. A sinking feeling starts in his gut and drags him down, and although his pride tells him not to stop, he knows it's over. He doesn't know how long it's been.

Slowly, Wash shifts until he's leaning his weight backwards, off of the young man who'd been so excited to see this world. A bit of color is missing now. The green grass on the side of the road seems duller. So do Honey's bright eyes, when he finally looks up at him from where he's still kneeling. It takes too much effort to stand, hands folded over one of his knees and then over his face. Tired, pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing the circles under his eyes. Honey's good at pretending, always has been apparently. But Wash can play that game too. A patient doctor, and nothing more. His mind is already running through funeral preparations. "Kind of funny how everyone's dropping like flies now that we're out. Good to see you're the exception."
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