Lyn’s Comments (group member since Jan 12, 2017)

Lyn’s comments from the The Beginning of the End (Zombie RP) group.

━━━━━━━━〉 Clay Dawson〈━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

▸ Twenty ║ April 2nd║ Male ║ Heterosexual ║Uninfected◂

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◦Rugged◦Active◦Reasonable◦Adventurous◦Open minded◦Honest◦Caring◦Forceful◦
{Strengths} Handyman, great stamina, athletic, tolerant{Weaknesses} Emotions fuel his actions, Fear of losing a loved one, Quick temper

{History}
Clay's mother was born into a very poor family, the only thing that Gerald, Clay's father, found about Tina that was appealing were her looks. They had met in school, both dropped out early and married at a young age. She didn't mind, at the time, she found running away from home was the best thing that she could have done. Gerald hadn't taken up drinking then, he was a working man, employed at a lumber yard. However, when Gerald was dismissed from his position he fell into drinking, spending their money on cigarettes and beer every week. Clay was born into the family right before Gerald was fired from his job, they moved houses, into a small home out in the country. With very little income coming in from Clay's mother's work as a waitress, Gerald found himself amongst acquaintances that let him in on their secret to earning money. He started working with them, on the outside he was a simply employee at a paint shop but they were using the cans of paint to conceal drugs in order to distribute them for money.

Clay grew up in his home, never receiving any special attention, from his family. He went to school and he started to hear derogatory words aimed at his family's name. Being young, Clay was unfamiliar with most of the words that were being used, so like any child, he asked his parents what the meanings meant. His father answered Clay's questions with a slap to the face, telling him to never refer to their family with such terms. Clay remembers sitting in confusion in his room, hearing his mother and father yell as his father, Gerald opened another bottle of beer, his sixth that night. He tried to forget those memories, but he waited, until everything got quite and he would hear his mother come into his room. Patting his head softly as she explained to him everything he wanted to know, and trying to make Clay understand the circumstances they were in.

Clay's brothers Derrick and Tucker were born shortly after Clay, just two years apart but the twins became inseparable. They were in their own little world, sticking close to their dad and finding it funny when Clay got in trouble most of the time. Clay's only chance of survival in the family was due to his mother, her sweet words and patience allowed Clay to grow with better morals. At one point, when he had turned ten, he tried convincing his mother to run away, get away from the house. Clay was seeing the bruises forming on her arms and her face, and he knew that his father had caused those.

Over the years, Gerald had grown greedy, wanting more money, more security and suspected that everyone around him wanted to take that from him. One night, Clay's father went down to the paint shop and had an argument with the other guys who ran the business, Gerald wanted to take over, become one of the leading men instead of just a pawn. The conversation didn't go over well, and Gerald left with one of his teeth knocked out, two broken ribs from having been beaten and his position lost in the shop. Anger filled Gerald, more than the pain, it consumed him so much that he grabbed his shotgun and killed the two men right in front of their homes. The news was covered on the TV but no one found out who had been the murderer, the only ones who knew were the people living with him. As the news died down, Gerald took over the paint shop, hiring men from the outside in order to start afresh, and he continued to run the business of smuggling drugs.

One day in November, Clay's mother's health took a turn for the worse, she fell ill rapidly, cancer had filled her lungs and had spread more than what therapy could do to save her. Clay was 16 when his mother passed away, and he stopped speaking to his father, somehow blaming him for his mother's death. Clay's hate for his father grew, his mother was always the one to break the tension in the room but now that she was gone, there wasn't a moment that Clay wished that Gerald would have been the one to die instead of his mother. Clay refused to work with his father, and received several hits to the face and body due to his choice but despite the threats from his father Clay completed his studies and graduated high school. His brother's on the other hand, worked for their father, helping him with anything they needed and would take the truck down to deliver the 'paint.' Guns, beer and drugs filled their household constantly, and Clay wanted nothing more than to get away from it so he started working at other places, trying to get any shift he could in order to earn money. He was able to buy his own truck at the age of eighteen with the money he saved up and soon had to find a different place to work once his family started showing up at his job, trying to convince him to quit his job and work with them.

At the age of nineteen, Clay heard from his employer at the mechanic shop that Mr. Dayan, a frequent customer, was looking for a man to work on his field and handle his horses. Clay was unfamiliar with horses, but he knew how to be around them, and especially was more than capable of doing heavy manual labor. With his employer's good word and Clay's respectable demeanor, Mr. Dayan hired Clay to work at his farm. At first, Mr. Dayan was going to test to see how well Clay worked, but after a couple of months of outstanding performance, Clay was hired full time. Mr. Dayan had many rules, no foul language, respect, tidy image, no smoking, no drinking on the job but his most important rules were to never speak to his wife unless spoken to first but never in any circumstances was Clay to speak to Mr. Dayan's daughter, Allie.

The rules were simple but they were hard to follow at times, especially when he went out to rescue Allie in a storm. As well as the other time that he got into a bar fight with a couple of guys that were rough handling Allie. With moments like that happening, Clay found it harder to keep himself from talking to her, being around her, and liking her. But despite the warnings, both given by the father and Allie's older brother, Clay couldn't help but love Allie, a girl who appeared in his life, someone he wanted to protect and be with.

{Occupation} Hired Farm Worker at Dayan House
{Place of Residence} Dawson's family residence in the country
{Relationships}
Father - Gerald Dawson, runs a paint shop and smuggles drugs
Mother - Tina Dawson - Deceased
Siblings - Two twin brothers, Derrick Dawson {18} & Tucker Dawson {18}

Collaborations: Romantic relationship with Allie [Elle's character]

{Important Belongings}
▪ Silver steel chain that he wears on his wrist, his only memorabilia from his mother ▪

As the meeting came to a close, Adam paid close attention to all the details. He had a good memory and despite being too lazy to write notes down like his partner, he would be able to recall the information if need be. Despite Kate's persuasive demeanor of trying to get him to take better care of important infornation, Adam was never good with handling a lot of paper nor did his memory ever fail him. Adam got up from the chair and stretched, allowing for blood to course through his body at a normal rate, waking him up after sitting for so long. Adam smirked at Kate's comment to the size of the room and was just about to add in to the joke when the receptionist ran up to them.

The sound of an urgent case made Adam's body jump into action, walking quickly over to his desk to pick up his keys. "It will be my pleasure, let's take 55th street, that will be the fastest route to Pioneer square." Adam hustled out of the room, excited and determined to get to the witness and to the scene of the crime. The incident had only happened, possibly within the hour. "We may find him this time Kate, let's keep our eyes open, he couldn't have gotten too far." Adam spoke outloud to his partner as he went down the stairs toward the parking garage, his voice jumping up and down as he quickly descended.

He reached his car, pressing the button on his keys to turn off the alarm. As he sat down he looked over to the passenger seat, noticing a couple crumbs from this morning's breakfast bagel. He dusted them to the floor as Kate opened the door to get in beside him. He knew the rules, however that didn't stop him from breaking one or two of them whenever he felt like he could get away with it. He offered a charming apologetic smile Kate's way before turning the key in the ignition, and driving off toward Pioneer Square.

((See you in the next thread??))

The rope that held William's hand together to the metal bar beside him was starting to make him feel agitated. He hated being held down, incapable of moving freely and yet, he had been in that situation so many times in his life. This wasn't the first time he had been tied up, and pinned down with questions in order to get answers, answers that his captors wanted to hear.

What did MacKenzie want to hear from Will? Did she want him to be her enemy, therefore making it easier to cut all ties with him, finish him off without leaving any weak points in her plan of escaping. That's what people that you cared about in your life were, weak points that others could use to do more harm. That's what had happened to Will three years ago when the news of their disappearance reached the government's ears. They had gagged Will, took him away, tried everything they could in order to get the answers they wanted from him, hurting him so that the pain would force him to speak. But, Will had known nothing, they had only suspected that he knew something of Commander Harth's whereabouts as well as his daughters. But when they finally figured it out, he was of no use to them, so they locked him up.

Will stared at Enzi, taking in her every word, if only he had brought the letter with him then he could easily show it to her, to reveal that he was telling the truth. "Look, you can choose to believe me or not. I know that pulling out my gun in the beginning was misleading but I didn’t know if you would be armed as well, I had to be cautious." That was one of the many things Will had drilled in his head over the years. There was never a safe situation, he always had to be on his guard, however he had failed to follow that rule when he believed he could trust Enzi with a gun.

"As to why they trust me," Will moved a bit, as best he could to feel more comfortable, "they must have believed you would come nicely after seeing it was me. After all, we were close in the past, I would like to say that we still are if you let me out of these ropes." Will tried his best to smile sincerely but it came out looking dashingly teasing. "The agency that I am working for wants you brought back to them alive, they want to know what your mother had found in the lab and if you knew anything about what your father discovered. But, I wont be bringing you to them, I came to warn you, however they dont expect that of me. Yes, I did earn their trust but I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

Everything was complicated, Will knew that and he also wondered how much of what happened to him in these past three years he would have to tell Enzi in order to win her trust. Time was ticking, he knew that the agency would start to get suspicious with the lack of contact. But, he had wanted to make sure Enzi was safe, and after three years, he wanted to tell her that despite appearances, he had been working the past year to find her and help her.

I also check how the people write in groups because I don't want to get stuck with a group that isn't advanced and only writes their dialogue. I almost did that once because the theme of the plot and the people's characters looked great but as soon as I started looking at the writing I had to back away. I just can't write with people who only reply with one or two sentences, it will drive me mad >.<

I'm the weirdo who likes to read everything first, and understand everyone's characters and their stories before I start a roleplay. I just want to make sure I'm not jumping into something acting totally calm about the situation when actually there is a war going on in the roleplay. Plus, I like reading the stories that other people are writing with their characters.

I have been meaning to make some characters that I have in mind, but I can't find the right groups for them >.> I was also thinking of creating a group that had pre-made characters as well. Possibly in the regency era, and then another one involving spys and then there was another one I thought of last night that dealt with a fantasy world similar to a mixture of Brothers Grimm tales.

I was thinking about it and the formatting on Tumblr is difficult at times, I just leave it to pictures and my writing journal.

I would like that idea, it sounds exciting, and I like that people would apply and the mods have the choice whether to accept that role for that person or not.

There are roleplay stories on tumblr, I had no idea...That is a whole world on tumblr that I never knew of. o.o

I know, sometimes groups on here get really big and it holds me back from joining because I feel like I'm jumping right in the middle of the story. But really, it is just filled with people who started to roleplay and then stopped because they don't do anything with their characters :/

Everyone in my family got sick with a bit of the flu like symptoms. -_-

Attican's words made her lip curve upward slightly, pushing back a smile. He was full of charm, that she couldn't deny, she wondered if this was part of his normal personality or in some fortune coincidence, he was only treating her especially this way. "Then staples it is," Emma replied, turning around to go and get the tool that would allow her to perform such a procedure. She wouldn't need to put him under any anesthetic, nor would she put a numbing cream on the specific area. She reserved such treatment for children and more sensitive areas such as the head but she could tell that Officer Attican wouldn't mind the slight sting as he so easily withheld that he was in any discomfort at all after the surgery about a couple of months ago.

"Thank you for your complacency, if I may so call it that, but I am a doctor, in which I do get some sort of satisfaction when my patients are healed and well taken care of. I intend to do that for you today." She missed any part of where that could have been taken differently and proceeded with pulling down Attican's sleeve once again to disinfect the area, take out the stitches and start stapling the skin together to close off the wound. She finished her work quickly and effectively, making sure that she did not falter in her steps with each staple that went into his skin. Whether it hurt him or not, she could not tell, she was more focused on finishing up the exam and keeping her nerves cool around Attican.

When he had previously spoken about her being so adament to take care of him and look after his injuries, it was all true. In fact, she cared for everyone who came into her care, she formed bonds with her patients, even if it didn't show or was returned, she couldn't see anyone in pain. She had first started her pursuit in this career field for the passion of science but now, her determination thrived on the well-being of her patients. Attican was no different, the moment she had seen him being rolled into the back of ambulance she took it upon herself to see him to safety and take care of him, no matter what the cost.

"You can put your clothes back on, that's all I needed to do. That wasn't so bad, it's better to just listen to your doctor then risk further injury," she turned back at him and smiled as she properly disposed of the wipes and cleaned the tools. "Emma, your patient, Officer Jack, is waking up now, " a nurse, a little younger than Emma was but one that she was very familiar with cracked open the door and told Emma. The nurse looked over at Attican who was seated on the chair and blushed slightly and retreated back out of the room. Emma turned to look at Attican fully aware that in this situation, with his sharp jaw line, his deep mysterious eyes and with his shirt partially open, any person would blush at the sight. "Looks like we finished just in time, I'll walk you to his room that he is in, and don't worry I won't be leading you anywhere else but to Officer Jack," Emma finished saying adding a bit of a tease to her words and, waited for Attican to be fully dressed and ready to head out the door.

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⁍ Total number of characters: 4
⁍ Number of Female characters: 1
⁍ Number of Male characters: 3

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⁍ Character Name: Adam Mueller
⁍ Gender: Male
⁍ Age: 30
⁍ Status: Not Infected
⁍ Faction/Family: Police force
⁍ Rp Status: Police Department -> Pioneer Square
⁍ Claim Status: Taken by Kate - Elle's character
⁍ Collab Status: Currently planning on taking on the apocalypse with other police force members.
-Open for any other ideas

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⁍ Character Name: Oliver Butler
⁍ Gender: Male
⁍ Age: 25
⁍ Status: Not Infected
⁍ Faction/Family: Nomad
⁍ Rp Status: Open
⁍ Claim Status: Open
⁍ Collab Status: Open
-Currently planning on having him help the military with the quarantine zone due to his technical knowledge.


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⁍ Character Name: William Borland
⁍ Gender: Male
⁍ Age: 29
⁍ Status: Not Infected
⁍ Faction/Family: Military Agent
⁍ Rp Status: Subway Station -> Hospital -> Motel
⁍ Claim Status: Taken by Enzi - Savannah's character
⁍ Collab Status:
-Trying to survive the apocalypse with Enzi
-Confronted with the antagonist character made by Elle

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⁍ Character Name: Emma Tullen
⁍ Gender: Female
⁍ Age: 29
⁍ Status: Infected but unaware of the symptoms, exposed to the virus while working in the hospital
⁍ Faction/Family: Nomad
⁍ Rp Status: Currently in the Hospital w/ Attican
⁍ Claim Status: Taken by Attican - Savannah's character
⁍ Collab Status:
-Sticking with Attican once the break out happens
-Open to any other ideas

There was a still silence in the tunnel now, the two of them trying to decide what their next words would be. Will was never that much of a good speaker, he knew how to follow orders, he understood them very well and executed them with prestige. Speaking however, was always a crutch that held him back, he wasn't eloquent, and in this type of situation it would have been better for him to come straight to the point. 'Enzi, there are people after you but I am trying to save you.' What if he had said this instead of issueing a command? Would she have trusted him then? Could he have avoided what was to come? No, no matter what he said, he still would have trusted Enzi, letting himself be open to danger.

She had asked where he wanted her to go, all he needed was a safe place, away from cameras and away from a moving subway car that could kill a person if eaither one of them fell onto the tracks again. "Somewhere safe," he said as he released his hold of her, stepping to the side. He had felt her struggle, but he knew that was what he would have done to, it wouldnt be right speaking to her if he had her pinned down. Her sudden advance toward the gun on the floor made him react instinctively. They had only just been in a fight a few minutes ago, one where she had shot him, it hadn't been a fatal shot, nor life threatening but nonetheless she did shoot. But then again, that was when she didn't know his identity so he lifted his foot off of the gun and allowed her to proceed.

Will glanced down at the tracks, remembering his gun that had been kicked away at the beginning of the fight. It now lay on the tracks, split into several pieces, having been run over twice by the subway car, it was now useless to him. He would have to get another when he returned to the agency, for now, he wondered if MacKenzie had any others in her possession at the place she was staying at. That detail hadn't been in the files, no one knew where she was living, he suspected she wasn't living anywhere for too long.

"Once we get out..." Will began to say, turning his body to away from her and advancing deeper into the tunnel for another exit. He heard Enzi call his name, he felt her touch, there was an urgency to it and he faced her quickly, unsure of the situation. But, if there had been an emergency he wasn't sure, he had blacked out as soon as he turned, barely noticing the lift of her arm and gun. He had felt a thud on his head, that was for sure, but silence and darkness enveloped his mind.

Will awoke with his head slightly throbbing, feeling constricted, pressure centered around his left thigh and a burning that he felt all along his back. He blinked several times, regaining his understanding of the situation and the place he was now in. It was no longer the tunnel but he heard a slight rumble from afar, and he saw maintenance machine against the wall with control panels. But most importantly, he saw Enzi leaning up against a table, staring at him, her mouth had made a sound but he had barely heard what she had said. Instead he decided to ask what was the most bogging thing in his head right now. "Why did you tie me up?"

Yes, he understood that he had fought her, chased her, even was holding a gun but that was all for precaution and necessary means to get close to her. He didn't know how she would react to him, but he had felt she would trust him after everything they had been through in the past but he should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. He took in the fact that she had torn at his clothes to wrap the wound on his leg, at least she cared that much.

"Enzi, I need to tell you something," Will began saying, feeling uncomfortable with his hands tied up the the steel bar, "I have a letter to give you from your father before he died. Also, there are others chasing after you but I asked to be sent on this mission, they believed you would allow me to come closer because we know each other. But my intentions are not to bring you back to them," Will finished saying, wondering how much he would tell her now and how long they had before others would follow him, wondering where he went and that he had turned off his tracking device when he stepped off the plane into Seattle.

She watched him as Attican made up his mind to comply with her request. His slow adavance toward her somehow had her grounded to where she stood. Any moment she felt like she would back up but her legs stopped themselves from moving. She couldn't turn her eyes away when he pulled his jacket off, his muscles moving underneathe the clothing in order to manuever out of them. She had witnessed this several, no, a few hundred times of patients coming in and removing their clothes for an examination. Emma would be able to hold herself down without so much as a flutter of her heart teasing her. But somehow, Attican's sly comment of luring her in here for her own personal gains caught her off guard.

She had done just that, even though the truth of it was that she was looking out for his own health as well. What good would it do for a police officer to not be in tiptop condition and suffer from his injuries to hold him back? "I didn't lure you here out of my own personal gain, this is strictly for your own benefit as well as for the benefit of the police department. You are only a spacial case because you are stubborn and refuse the help," Emma had finished saying, trying immensely hard to not look down at the man's chest. He hadn't fully taken off his button down shirt, he left it open, exposing the wound but he would have to lower his left sleeve off of his shoulder more in order for her to get a good look. She bit back a smile, wondering what it would feel like to be the one to pull down his shirt, striping it away from his shoulders.

She gulped and regained her thoughts, promising herself not to let her mind wander any longer. Her title was all about being professional but why hadn't she moved when he had drawn near. She looked up at him, he was several inches taller than her, not by much now due to her heels but with this she was able to notice his eyes better than any time before. They hid a sense of diviousness, she wondered if this was part of his charm that he would use on other women. But as she looked into his eyes longer she also saw regret, and pain, those emotions hidden so carefully by his outward behavior.

This realization snapped her out of her locked state and she stepped back from Attican, leaving room for him to hop onto the patient's table. She began washing her hands at the sink in the corner of the room, she didn't want to get the wound infected by cross contamination. She put on some gloves before returning back to Attican's side, he sat atop of the table and in the time she had turned away he had fully takem ofg his shirt. Emma took notice of the scars that covered parts of his athletically built body, she had seen them before, at the time of his operation but she had been too focused on keeping Attican alive to think of much else.

She reached the table and examined his stitches quickly, most of them had been torn and dried crusts of blood kept the others intact. "This won't do," she said outloud, "I will have to go back and take these out and stitch them again. Or instead of stitching it back up I can put a wrap around your body to prevent and debri from infecting the wound and allow it to heal naturally. Which would you prefer," she said to him, her body leaning rather close to his as she continued to inspect the stitches.

Will felt MacKenzie's grip tighten around his wrist, accepting his help and that gave him the cue to pull back, moving away from the ledge to give her room to get up. He wouldn't have cared if she had refused the help, had she wanted to be a martyr that was something he wouldn't allow. No such thanks were given to the rescuer once they were both safe, she immediately jerked her hand away from Will and pushed her arm straight into his neck. She was merciless, giving no room for Will to feel at ease, in fact he lifted his head as high as he could to try to breathe correctly.

The subway car rolled by, the sound of it engulfing the space but he didn't need to hear what she had said in order to know what word escaped her lips. He had read it on her expression, she finally saw that it was him who had been chasing and fighting her this entire time. "Hello Enzi," Will said with slight difficulty, the words straining to come out of his mouth. He lifted his gaze at her, enough to look past the bill of the baseball cap he was wearing in order to look into her eyes.

He didn't care that the gun was not in his possesion any longer, he didn't even care that Enzi seemed to have the upper hand at this moment. It was enough that she was here, before him, alive and from the looks of it, doing rather well. He noticed for a split second that due to the shock of his sudden face reveal that she slackened her grip against him. He took the opportunity and freed his hand from hers and grabbed the arm that was pressing against his throat. He swung her around, pushing her body to the wall and now their position was entirely switched. He had twisted her arm just enough that it was placed behind her back againdt the wall, unable to be of use to her while he used his forearm to hold back her upper shoulders, applying enough pressure to make it difficult for her to move.

"I am going to need you to come with me, before the others find you," he said strictly, a command in all respect of anything else it could have been. He wasn't asking politely, he wasnt offering a deal to her, he needed her to follow him and that was an order. He needed to know the answers to his questions that had been racking in his brain for months now. What did she know? How long did she expect to be hiding? What information had her father known in order for him to be murdered and only have it covered up by an accidental fire? How did Enzi survive? The dim light in the tunnel reflected off of Enzi's eyes, he often remembered them as a mysterious storm and looking at them now, all he could see was the girl whom he deeply cared for.

Emma walked back to her office, taking the elevator down to the first floor. To the side of her office door hung a small plaque that had her name inserted in a few years back. Doctor Emma Tullen. MD. She pulled down the silver lever and entered into her small but useful office. The hospital prioritized in the health care of its patients, and not the vanity of its doctors, as it should be. The room held one white table with two chairs strategically placed in front of it. They were there for those that needed private consultation with her or when she was informing patients of the upcoming medical treatment. She moved past her desk, toward the large window that was behind the chair and pulled at the proper strings to close the blinds. Emma opened the grey closet to her side and found several clothes that she had hung here. A pair of clean dark blue scrubs, as well as the outfit that she had wore this morning when she had come into work.

Emma changed quickly, placing the used scrubs in a bin that a janitor would come by at the end of the day to pick up. She tossed her lab coat on the back of her desk chair and took the id badge with her picture and name on it and placed it over her head. The badge was attached to a black simple lanyard and the plastic cover with her information hung just below her chest. She walked over to a small mirror on the other side of the wall, and examined her face. Her hair was still tied up in a ponytail, but that was no longer necessary so she pulled at the band, taking a few strands of loose her with it in the process of tugging it off. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, a poof had been created from where the hair had been bunched up. Emma fixed that quickly by running her fingers through her hair, and then gave one last look at her clothes. She stopped suddenly, crossing her arms over her chest and found herself to be acting rather foolish. The man isn't here to see you Emma, it doesn't matter what you look like now. Emma thought to herself, pausing and finally sighing as she left her office.

Her short black heels clacked on the tile floor as she approached the door to the room she had instructed Attican to go. She breathed out slowly before turning the door to open it, calming herself and regaining complete composure as she had done so many times in her life when it deemed necessary. She didn't know if Attican would even be here or would he have recognized her decoy of sending him to get examined instead of going to the recorvery wing.

To Emma's surprise she saw him standing against the back wall arms folded over his broad chest. He offered her a short quick smile, was it more of a smirk? Emma couldn't tell so she decided to act coy about the situation and closed the door behind her. "As a doctor, I feel that there are times that I have to step in and decide what is best for my patients. And at this moment, I feel that you need someone to force you into taking a re-examination for your healing wound," as she spoke she had moved to the small counter next to the examination table and pulled out a couple of tools she would be using. As she finished her sentence she turned around and walked toward Attican, stopping at the edge of the table, leaving an agreeable amount of space between them.

She was hoping he wouldn't put up a fight. In fact, he had evey right to refuse, his body belonged to him, not to the hospital and certainly not to her. She paused, of course not to her...she digressed from explaining herself to her own thoughts. Still, why had she led him here, asking him to accept the examination. Was she looking for an opporttunity to speak with him, to possibly get to know him better. If Emma was truthful to herself, even though being honest with herself wasn’t always her best assest, then yes, she did want to talk to him. She did want to find some excuse, as crazy as it may sound to spend even just an extra moment of her time in his company.

As Adam listened to their conversation he replayed the scene in his head of what Alex had described. He had seen things similar, worse and sometimes a bit less bloody but this was the reality of the work they were in. He mentally agreed with Kate when she told Alex to end her descriptive account of the scene, it was enough to have experienced it once and not over and over again. However, Alex's focus was on homicide, she had been working in that field during the time she was here at this police department. Meanwhile, Kate and Will didn't specialize in any particular area, they were police officers that were given specific cases and that's what they did. The topics ranged from drug raids, runaway away fugitives, car and material theft, as well as murder.

Adam had missed the conversation where Alex was offering a set up between an officer she knew for Kate. He had been reading the news, a virus break out was spreading over the continent, no deaths have been reported but people have come in with fever, stomach pains and some have been vomiting. Adam gulped at the symptoms, he hated getting sick more than anything else. That meant for him to stay home and out of work, two things he didn't like. He was always up and about, and he loved his job, he didn't want to miss a day of it. Despite the hard times, despite the stress that weighed heavily on his shoulders when the case was still left pending, he wouldn't trade the job for anything else.

Out of the corner of his eye, Adam noticed Kate walking closer to him. He glanced down at the clock on his computer monitor and realized it was about time for them to head into the meeting. He looked up Kate, her words expressing a request she must have already known that he would accept. "You know as well as I do that the evidence of a surgical weapon might have been the murder's tool. Don't worry, I will back you up," he said, getting up and bringing along his small stack of papers that held the information on the case.

He passed Kate and Alex and followed the assemblyline of men and women that were filing into the meeting room. One thing he hoped would change under Garcia that the meeting location would be changed. It was overcrowded and too small to fit the amount of people that needed to listen in on the debriefing.

As Will had his fists up, both in ready position to defend his attacker's next move he could feel the rubble below his feet start to shake. He whipped his head to the left of him, and saw the approaching beam of light getting brighter and brighter. If he didn't move now he would undoubtedly be hit by the oncoming subway car and die before he ever had a chance to complete his own mission.

He immediately turned back, having been closer to the other side of the tunnel and climbed atop of the ledge for safety. He reached it with enough time to spare to pick himself up from his knees and turn around to look at MacKenzie once the car had passed. He couldn't see her as the big ton of steel raced past him, but he was ready that when it did pass he would take note whether she had turned and ran or stayed to continue their fight. This gave Will but a few seconds to catch his breath until finally the subway car had passed them, leaving both of them wide open for what was next.

A high pitch ring shot through the tunnel as the gun was fired in Will's direction. He felt his muscles tense, his heart beat accelerate and warm trickle of blood run down his right leg. She had shot him and he wasn’t about to underestimate her that she wouldn't choose to shoot a second time.

Will grabbed the thing closest to him, his own phone that he pulled out of his pocket and threw it directly at her. In that same instance he heard a second gun shot as he jumped down to the lower floor and ran across the tracks, the pain in his leg was masked by the adrenaline pumping through his blood. Once he reached the other side he knew that she would have her gun pointed straight at his face, the prior distraction wasn’t meant to last long. He grabbed at her ankle, reaching over the the ledge and yanked as hard as he could toward him. With Will's strength he was able to pull Enzi off of her feet, and onto the tracks with him, no doubt having scrapped her back along the edge of the floor as he did so. He grabbed her hand that held the gun and bent it backwards, the pain causing her to release the weapon so the it was now in Will's possession. He hurried to successfully climb up onto the ledge and off of the tracks, blood escaped his open wound more as he used it to hoist himself up.

Will began to feel the tremble of the tunnel once more, without looking up to see the oncoming light of the car he knew what the loud sound meant. Enzi was getting up from the floor as fast as she could, but Will doubted it would be fast enough. He fought back the images of her suddenly dieing before his eyes and instead focused on his instincts and reached out his hand to grab onto her arm. In one quick grasp he pulled her up with his arm, the extra momentum allowing her to get onto the ledge quicker than if she were to have hoisted herself up.

The nurse who managed the desk Emma was currently at came back from her break. That was her cue to step aside so that she may swivel into her chair. It was partly true, there were somethings Emma could get done, whether it was paperwork, or make a phone call to her parents although she doubted they would pick up seeing as they were out of the country vacationing. But, she was a doctor, it was her job to care for her own patients and seeing that she was the doctor at hand during Officer Attican's surgery, she felt that it was necessary to see how much the wound had healed and to what extent.

"I cannot force you to get an examination Officer, but I highly recommend it," Emma said, returning back to Attican's side. Somehow she felt like she had to address the man before her as Officer, whether his name followed it or not. It was customary to do so with both men and women that possessed titles to their name. He would refer to her as a Doctor and she him, an Officer. Part of Emma imagined what it would be like if they dropped the titles and hovered over a first name bases. Another foolish part of her once lingered over the scenario of having dinner with him, but yet that had come when she was eating alone in the hospital cafeteria and had seen him come in to speak to one of his other colleagues who had been here.

"I will let you think about it," Emma said, directing the words at Attican. "You can wait in room 145 on the third floor, I will be up there in a second, Officer Jackson should be there soon as well." She smiled at him as a goodbye, a see you soon gesture and turned to walk away. She needed to change out of the surgical scrubs she was wearing, normally she wore her everyday clothing to work, only needing to change her outfit when a surgery was in order.

Emma acknowledged his quick response and if she had known any better then she would have believed him. Inexperianced medical doctors believe the words of their patients, however she didnt take eight years of medical school to undermine the body's healing process. The fact that even when wounds appear to be healed on the outside, the tissue and muscles within the body take a much longer time to fully repair. There was another undermining factor that didn’t lead her to believe that he had taken his full time to recover. He was a police officer, a young one, if anyone could call anywhere around thirty young. But he wouldn't sit still in his home watching tv or behind a desk while his comrades handled the bad guys.

Emma's experiance with crime was what she saw after all the shots had been fired. She handled blood, needles and scapels, not guns, bombs and daggers. But more than once had she seen this particular officer in the emergency room and several more for check ups. She had overheard a couple of nurses talking about him, whether it be his handsomely good looks or his stoic behavior. Both of which she couldn't deny that he possessed but her work here was strictly a doctor and patient relationship, nothing more or less.

"Yes," she replied to his question, "he will heal perfectly fine, he will just need to stay in the hospital for a week before he can be discharged. He will start on a liquid diet for the remainder of the day but should have no problem eating solids by tomorrow morning. I am sure he will be happy about that. Do you intend to wait for him until he wakes up?"

Emma began walking past Attican and away from the emergency room, she knew he would follow her, there was no reason to be there any longer. Attican would be able to see his friend once he awoke from the anesthesia and in the mean time Emma would be able to finish up the paperwork and change out of her surgery scrubs.

Emma stopped at the nurse's reception desk at the end of the wall and walked behind it to access some files on the computer, she was looking for one in particular. "Since you are here already, did you want to go ahead and do the check up your were schedule for next week?" She asked him purely out of convenience, she didn't know how busy an officer's life was on duty but at the moment he was here and she had free time before her next appointment.

The gun fell with a loud racket, banging against the sides of the rail. There was no hope in retrieving the weapon, MacKenzie came in with her leg, ready to kick him but Will held up his forearm, blocking the blow. He was at least hoping and almost postive that it was her, the girl that he had spent day after day conversing and training with. He had only caught a glimpse of her back on the platform but this woman before him was MacKenzie. He knew it, it had to be, after the time she had been gone, he had waited for this moment where they would meet again.

However, somehow he pictured their meeting differently. He felt the punch to his gut, and grabbrd her wrist, using this chance to bring it behind her back. He shoved her against the wall, her cheek slamming into it with the amount of force he put behind the action.

He was about to speak when suddenly she flung her head back at him, her skull hitting him square in the nose. He felt the pressure begin to build up there instantly and in his daze she stomped on his right foot, and pushed him back. Will fell onto the tracks of the rail, pain surged through his body like an electric wave but he quickly got back up, ready for her next volley of attacks. Somehow, in his heart, he couldn’t help but smile and think to himself, Just like old times, right Enzi?

((No worries here, feel free to make Will jump, climb or kick, etc this is turning out great. I feel like if we didnt contol the characters a bit, at least in this fighting sequence, my post would be tons shorter.))

"Suture him up, and wheel him out to the recovery room. Let me know when he wakes up from the anesthesia," Emma directed at the surgical technologist that had been assisting her as she washed up after the successful operation. She removed her gloves and tossed them into a specific bin at the edge of the room and picked up the folder containing Officer Lang's medical report. Emma walked out of the room that had a slight smell of blood, and into the waiting area where family members of the police officer would be. The double glass doors slid behind her as she passed through them and was met only by one man.

Officer Attican had been seated on the bench placed by the wall and got up from his contemplative state as soon as he saw her enter the room. Emma removed the medical mask from her face, releasing each loop of string around her ears before she began speaking to him. She tried to look around once more to find a wife, or a mother of some sort that was blood related to Officer Lang but all she saw were the empty white halls of the hospital.

She smiled at Attican, returning her gaze back to him, "The surgery went well, he will heal but I need to inform you that he must not go back to any high level of activity until five months after this." She opened the folder she held in her hands and showed him the report, as he was scanning the document she looked over at his chest, wondering how to wound had healed from the time that he was last here. She lingered her gaze there for a moment and shot back up to meet his eyes, she couldn’t hide her curiosity. "How are you feeling? I hope that the wound hasn't caused you further pain, although it should have healed completely by now," she added, knowing that his recovery time was over now.