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Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 22:45:51 GMT
blood and battle
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This call, was apparently a big one. They had a few trucks going out, packed with firemen, and Agron just happened to be working that shift. They had to race through the roads for the source of the fire was apparently a reserve. The fact that it was in a more rural area posed a stronger threat, for the fire could spread to the wooded area and it would be all that more difficult to put out. As soon as they got there, the firefighters began to filter out, readying the hoses while Agron took the lead in assessing the situation.
There was a huge crowd of people and so he approached them, speaking to the man who was standing in front. "What the fuck happened?" He asked, not bothering to censor his language; he seldom did. The question was not accusatory; it could have been an accident. But Agron needed to quickly hear about what had caused it before he went to work in putting it out. They had to know what they were dealing with.
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Post by Cétan on Jul 3, 2017 22:49:11 GMT
About 500 souls resided on the small reservation of Nettlebush, surrounded by open woods, grassy hills and desolate badlands. It was a beautiful place to be sure, but also very poor by societal norms. Rows of rickety clapboard houses lined dusty pathways where the kids ran and played without shoes or curfews. In the central park was a large fire pit and a makeshift stage where communal meals and storytelling usually took place. And it was here that the fire had gone out of control. Wind blown sparks had ignited a nearby tree which had then spread to the government building that was currently ablaze. Cétan had been seated next to his grandmother and the neighbor lady when the ruckus had started. Able bodied men had jumped up first to direct a line of bodies to transport water from the lake but the blaze grew too large, too fast. Cétan reacted. It was him that thought to run to the clinic and use the reserves sole landline to dial 911. When he was able to return, most people were gathered together, helplessly watching the flames lap up a thankfully empty building. Then came the sirens and truck horns bellowing as help finally pulled up and scattered about. Cétan’s dark eyes were glassy as he watched, surely he was in the middle of a nightmare. Everything felt surreal, like an out of body experience. The only thing keeping him grounded was the vise-like grip of his grandmother’s hand on his wrist. He barely even noticed when a tall, broad shouldered man clomped up beside him. But abruptly there was a voice much deeper, rougher and… vulgar than any he’d grown up with. Plucked from his reverie, he turned to acknowledge the man but came face to face with an expansive chest. Cétan admitted he wasn’t considered tall by any means, but he certainly wasn’t used to the need to crane his neck just to see the face of whom he was speaking with. And what he found was a foul-mouthed giant with the deepest and most entrancing eyes he’d ever encountered. The boy might have stared and he might have stared for a little too long. Only a rough pinch from his grandmother at his side seemed to wake him up. “For Chrissake’s boy,” She chided Cétan before turning to address the towering fireman. “The damn building’s on fire, son,” she swept her arm around in a flourish as if he might not have noticed the scene beforehand.
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"Fuck the gods."
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Heart belongs to Nasir
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Post by Agron on Sept 14, 2017 0:58:43 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
The initial response to his question was the gaze of a young male. One whom Agron's eyes locked onto, the two of them seemingly looking at each other until a voice broke the silence which . . . may not have been long at all yet still felt drawn out. And not at all in a bad way. The fireman turned to the source of the voice, and had it been anyone but an elder woman, Agron might have given a sarcastic response in return.
But instead he just looked between the two of them as he asked his next question. "Was there anyone inside?" He asked, giving a brief motion to the others; non verbal direction to pull out the hose and where to start from. In the meantime he looked expectantly at the two of them, though found his eyes lingering more on the male. There was something very . . . captivating about him. Agron couldn't quite explain it nor explore it in this moment. There was a fucking building on fire.
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