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Date Posted: 07:36:47 10/04/06 Wed
Author: Remy/Kyr
Subject: Hands are shaking cold...
These hands are meant to hold..

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through

(He didn't realize that Skeeter was even with him until he finally stood up to breath, sweat covering his large frame, beading down into his eyes and stinging as it mixed with ash. His clothes were torn, giving him a wild sort of look, and his shaggy hair was so mused it looked like a wig on his head.. but it wasn't the obviously broken leg, or the blood running down from his shoulder that made him look crazed.. it was the look in his dark brown eyes. His pupils were so dilated from the adrenaline and dim lighting that his eyes looked black.. and far from being the typical understanding or assessing expression.. they were overwhelmed, angry.. scared. His broad chest rose and fell with the weight of his burdan, the commander was out of breath.. and who could blame him. His building was falling down around him.. he could smell death in the air.. the burning flesh of the people whose families he helped fund.. and whose families he was going to have to notify of death. Everything around him was tailor made to overwhelm a man with latent inhibition.. the sights alone would have been enough, with broken rebar, piles of concrete, flashing electrical wires and Lord.. the carnage. But add to the the smell of death, of ash and fear.. and the feel of his injuries, the sound of people screaming and the building groaning around them.. it was driving him over the edge and sheer biting will was keeping him moving.

It was painfully obvious when he turned his head at the sound of Skeeter's voice, looking straight through him as though he had no idea where or who he was. And for a moment, he just stared through his intelligence officer, registering the fact that his men were honorable.. the ones who had died deserved the utmost in respect.. vaguely picking up the reference to his wife and thinking about how beautiful it was.. and how she didn't need to be around a man who saw things like this in his day to day life. He would taint her. He shifted his weight, surveyed his legacy, felt a choking pain in his chest and decided it was time he moved out.. his brothers and sisters were trapped in this building.. he couldn't let the disease win. Shaking his head, his vision cleared a bit and his pupils wildly shifted until finally they seemed to be normal. He heard Braden yelling and then Kyrian.. Lord, Kyrian was so close to him.. and Haylie.. he was yelling for her. Ignoring the sickening pain in his leg, he went for the stairs and met Kyrian half way up, following him up to the dormitory floor.. )

Oh no I can't let you go, my little girl
Because you're holding up my world
So I need you.

(He barely registered a thing in that building, he'd gone into tunnel vision mode a long time ago. That didn't mean he didn't see everything that went on around him.. no, he was so over aware of his surroundings that his eyes burned from the fumes and his lungs ached from pushing himself so hard and inhaling so much smoke. And yet, he was taking the stairs two at a time, yelling her name every time he got enough breath to push it out. He had two lives to save.. this wasn't a search and rescue for Agent Monarch.. this was a man looking for the love of his life and his unborn child.. a man slowly going mad with fear. He kicked the door down at the top of the stairs, knowing that Remy was close behind him.. and sort of soothed by his best friend's presense.) Haylie!!! (He yelled, letting out a surprised cry as a beam split and would have hit him had he not been pulled back by his observant friend. He muttered his thanks, but didn't hesitate to stick his head back out there. Remy muttered something about hearing someone to the left, and he was off. Picking his way over things until he reached the massive hole. He was on one side.. and there.. with a nasty leg wound.. was his life. His pride and joy. His reason for breathing.. and he went into full out warrior mode. Like a police K-9, he started canvassing the area, looking for anything to help him get her out of there.. nearly falling when part of the damaged floor gave out. He looked up as Remy came over and got his attention.. there was a large beam exposed in the cieling.. in tact.. He started taking off his belt.. he'd need something to hold onto since he wasn't tall enough.) Don't worry baby, we'll be out of here soon..

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inside -- Shay/Haylie, 08:22:38 10/04/06 Wed
- Inside -- Kyrian/Remy, 08:38:56 10/04/06 Wed
  - inside -- Shay/Haylie, 09:00:41 10/04/06 Wed
    - Inside -- Remy/Kyrian, 09:18:24 10/04/06 Wed
      - inside -- Shay, 09:30:14 10/04/06 Wed
        Inside -- Remy, 09:44:30 10/04/06 Wed

Fixing... -- Fixing..., 08:25:14 10/04/06 Wed