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Started September 21, 2021 by @CaseyJ group

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Vienna's eyes follow him as he bandages his cut. She crosses her arms "what? I can't ask what happened?" she asks in a joking manner as she writes a few things in the log. Even the medics medical history needed to be recorded right?
She didn't think she had actually been told to do so but its better to be safe then sorry right? Vienna finishes up her logs, clicking the pen shut and setting it down on the desk, closing the log and putting it one of the thick drawers connected to the desk itself.
She then starts to organize the papers, her green eyes skimming over the page to decide where it needed to go. Hoping she was getting everything right.
In the government, if she messed up anything or misunderstood an assignment she would get scolded for hours. Vienna understood why they were so strict but it didn't mean she was okay with it. It just gave her yet another reason to leave the place. She wished they would understand what they were doing to their scouts mentally. Though she was sure that even if they did realize what they were doing, they surely wouldn't care.
Sitting down beside him, she leans her back up against the wall and looks up to the ceiling as she swings her legs back and forth. She was decently new to the refuge so didn't know a whole lot of people there nor did she know their roles. And when she did, they tend to escape her mind quite often. She wanted to apologize for her ignorance and inconvenience but she felt as if her simply being in the same room as him was a bother in and of itself so she decided to stay quiet and and listen to his instrument playing, finding it soothing.

(Nah, you're good. It can be turned into the circumstance that they don't know each other well)

(lol yeah i just made her kind of a newbie)

Jules watched Vienna write his injury into the log. He never forced anyone to do work. It wasn't in his moral code, nor was it right to yell at someone for making mistakes. His records didn't need to be written down as often, in fact, he didn't think he had any records. He watched her frantically scan paperwork and the mess that cluttered the desk. Jules put down his guitar again and looked at her with a weary gaze. God, he needed sleep badly, but he wasn't about to go down yet. "You can." He mumbled quietly while grabbing a notebook from his desk. He snatched a pen and cracked open the leather-bound journal. He wrote down Vienna's name, starting her log. He had been aware she was arriving, being taken in as a secondary medic, but he never made time to make her own log. "But you don't need to. You don't need to do anything I don't tell you. You don't have to do anything I tell you." Jules wrote paranoia by her name, observing her actions and minuscule movements. "You won't get yelled at or punished. I don't like yelling at people."

His voice never teetered above a certain decibel. It was as if he didn't have the strength to do it. Letting the ink dry and putting the journal back on his desk, he picked up his guitar again. Jules let the sound vibrate around the room before stopping and speaking once more. "If you go back into my logs, write sleep-deprivation by my name. You should already know it as Jules, since you wrote about my cut." He stayed silent, putting the instrument by his side. Something about this girl was peculiar, but he did know why. Instead of sitting here for hours, waiting for a pop of excitement, he wobbly stood up and sorted his supplies. Jules put the bandaged in the right box and medicines on the right shelve. Anything to make the room look organize underneath all the journals and papers.

Vienna opens her mouth to say something sassy or sarcastic to his first comment but was taken aback by his second comment.
She didn't think she was acting as if she were prepared for someone to yell at or scold her but maybe she wasn't as good as it as she thought she was.
"I didn't think you were going to yell at me" she says staying sitting, not minding to get the log. She assumed he was joking. Worse comes to worse she figured he would just give her the "are you stupid?" look. Which she was used to.
"I'm just being safe. you ever heard the term better safe than sorry?" she asks in a sort of joking voice, looking over at the journal he was writing in just to see what it was.
Vi never considered herself paranoid but she never considered herself a lot of thing. She most likely had a bad case of personality dysmorphia, not being able to tell what she was like as a person and having a weird concept of herself in her head that was nothing like the one she showed.
Was it because she wasn't aware of it or could she simply not help it?
"will we ever be able to go outside anymore or is life solely in here? as medics i mean?" she asks him, her mind going 100 miles an hour. Luckily she was able to catch up.
"I mean do we go out to help people out there or what?" she asks, still not fully used to this whole system just yet. And hey, it wouldn't really hurt to talk to him and make a friend or two.

(lol I'm super tired rn so my posts are probably not going to be too great rn. I apologize :,)

Jules studied her for a moment, listening to her patterns of speech. He was 95% sure she used sarcasm to seem strong and bold, so fear didn't push its way through. He was familiar with fear. Even if his memory was scattered, he could still recognize the fear that encompassed him on the first day he had joined the refugees. "You thought about it for a second." He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, his voice soft. If anything, many should notice that he was soft. In the reality of it all, he wouldn't be able to survive outside for a fraction of a second. People could easily manipulate and use him. But to those who didn't have a corrupt mind, they could see how innocent he was. Jules would never hurt a fly. He was probably the only individual you could fully trust in this world. "I have. I guess it is better to stay safe. Safety is a top priority." He shook up a bottle of liquid medication. "And I wasn't joking. My lack of sleep could cause harm to people."

He discarded the box of medicines and walked over to his desk. He gripped the edge of it, feeling the crushing effects of his internal clock. Shaking his head to ward off this feeling, he started to sort through the papers left on his desk. When the word outside reached his ears, he froze. He didn't know what the outside world was like anymore, and he didn't want to be curious. If only he could realign his memories. Jules shook his head slowly. "No. Only the scouts are allowed outside. People are brought to us if they're alive." He went back to his task, sorting out logs regarding stock and miscellaneous records.

Name/Number:Parker lanely
Role: refuge, (guards)
Age:16
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Looks: https://pin.it/7GjerDf
Likes: animals, eating, keeping people safe
Dislikes: the goverment, rotten food, ungrateful people.
Hobbies: she likes cooking, and training.
Backstory: her and her twin brother managed to run away from the goverment when they were little, and the refuges spotted them hiding and brought them into hiding with them. They grew up in the refuge.

Name/Number: azzy Lanely
Role: refuge (scout)
Age:16
Gender: male
Sexuality: undecided
Looks: https://pin.it/ZdaH1LR
Likes: his twin, helping around the area, scouting.
Dislikes: blood, the goverment, having to do things others are perfectly capable of doing instead.
Hobbies: He likes to read when he can, hang out with his sister.
Backstory:him and his twin sister managed to run away from the goverment when they were little, and the refuges spotted them hiding and brought them into hiding with them. They grew up in the refuge.

(Ok let me just..let everyone know what is going on)

So there are two characters in the Infirmary. A group of scouts with Leader in an Abandoned town. Sean near the door with the guards and the gov people are um…idk… I think some are out scouting somewhere.

3110 unfolded his basic map, penciled in with different landmarks and places. His brow furrowed as he held his compass next to the map, he was heading in an odd, zig-zagging direction, but this was the quickest way to his goal. He'd received reports of raiders and possible refugees in the area, though 3110 was personally skeptical of anything. Still, an order was an order, and any excuse to go outside was always welcome. 3110 breathed in the ashy air, pulling his hood closer to his body against the scorching sun. He slowed his steady jog, and approached a ragged bush, barely a few twigs held together in the dirt. He crouched, running a finger along one of the withered branches, he'd heard stories of more alive plants, and was even allowed to visit one of the greenhouses the Government run when he was a child. He could still remember the warm artificial sunlight and the plants in neat, sterile rows. The air had seemed cleaner, and the memory had stuck with him. 3110 knew he had to keep going, if he wanted to reach his target and get back before curfew, but the dead plant called to him, he'd been working on something new, but-

The red-haired man sighed, standing up again despite the protests of his muscles. He glanced at the sky, shading his eyes with a hand, he had maybe a few more hours of sunlight, if he hurried he could scout the area and report back. 3110 pulled out the bland ration bars, allowing himself a bite and a mouthful of water. After a long moment of consideration, he allowed a drop to fall on the plant. It wouldn't do anything, and he felt sheepish, glancing around to see if, however impossible, anyone had seen his small action. 3110 chuckled mirthlessly and continued on, letting the hot wind batter the mask he had pulled up over his face, whipping and clawing at his loose clothes. The town he was heading to was long since abandoned, the previous scouts were probably just imaging what they heard, a ghosts remembrance of a city. The man allowed himself time to think as he walked, his mind spinning around in circles of thoughts and intrigue. Only an hour before he reached the goal. Yet what could he accomplish with….

(sorry, I got them backwards, Parker is more a guys name and azzy is more a girls name..did you do that on purpose, if so, smart)

(Lol yes)

(Internally struggling to figure out what my boy should be doing- Is it okay if I find someone wandering or should I wait a minute? Also, if any new characters on either side need to be made, I got that.)

(I have a guy in goverment, and a guy in the refuges if you need someone)

(I have a guy in goverment, and a guy in the refuges if you need someone)

(Thank you! I just meant that if any new characters are needed for the plot, I could make them at any time, just putting it out there, thanks for offering yours though! EDIT: Nevermind, just re-read it, I'm just stupid, you meant to find didn't you- )

Parker stayed by the door, she was armored with a ak47 (I hope this is okay) the mag was fully loaded, she had it in her arms her finger away from the trigger so that she didn't shoot anyone purely by accident.
She had been trained in gun safety, so she knew how to handle almost every gun in the place. Plus, when she was younger she learned how to dissemble a gun and put it back together with a lot of guns so she's was pretty qualified to handle one.
She sighed, she was pretty bored just standing and guarding but she knew it needed to be done.

(I have a guy in goverment, and a guy in the refuges if you need someone)

(Thank you! I just meant that if any new characters are needed for the plot, I could make them at any time, just putting it out there, thanks for offering yours though! EDIT: Nevermind, just re-read it, I'm just stupid, you meant to find didn't you- )

(Lol yeah- it's okay. I just meant interaction wise lol! I have the other half of the twins and then kirisin.)

(Lol yeah- it's okay. I just meant interaction wise lol! I have the other half of the twins and then kirisin.)

(Haha, yeah, I'll see where it goes, I think you'll have Parkers hands full with Sean in a moment, eh?)