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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 23:06:06 GMT
It was bad. The worst attack he'd seen by far. The Capitol had a very large advantage on the nuclear District, that being numbers and skill. A fleet of hovercrafts had rolled in, leaving a trail of bombs evaporating large portions of the village. Screams from victims raked through the frigid night air as they evaporated in clouds of dust, the blasts from the impact some beam of light that smoked everything in it's path. Normally Sterling would have never been in the front lines, they couldn't risk the life of one of their main tactical planners, but with their count in soldiers dropping every day, he volunteered to join the fight rather than just sketch it out. His superiors objected, but it was fruitless. Once he set his mind on something, he saw it out to the end. The ricocheting debris of the bombs kept hurdling his way, nearly nailing his small troop to the cement wall behind them. Sterling was placed in charge of four scouts, meant to go investigate the area the army was set to invade, but their mission had been derailed by the Capitol's attack. The darkness of the moonless sky was interrupted by flashes of a wickedly blue light, similar to lightening, but this no storm. Each gleam of light that cast over his face was another explosive gone of, the heavy winter wind tearing at his hair, dragging it across his face as he stared on the event in disbelief. It was a waste of life, innocent souls shriveling up into a lone emptiness. Inhaling sharply, a bow clung to his back, his torso heavy in armor as he refused to tear his shaded brown eyes off the chaos.
"We can't leave them, boys," Sterling called to the few men with him, three of them nodding solemnly though one objected with, "But sir, the miss-" Sterling cut the soldier off, yelling over the booms of the falling shrapnel, "Hemmings, there are people- innocent civilians burning up down there. Our mission is compromised, we are going to help them out. No discussion." An eerie sense of authority clung to the normally passive man, his ever present smile smothered into a stout frown at the destruction of the District that held so many of his fondest memories. Shaking his fingers at the men, he signaled for them to move out, squatting close to the wall and urging into the shadows for protection. They were mayhem bound.
It took twenty minutes, tops, for the group to get to the outskirts of the village, eyes wide and attention set on the buzzing of overhead crafts. Sterling laid out a plan for his men, giving them directions on what to do and where to meet back up after they salvaged all they could from the wreckage. Dividing up and heading to different sections of the burning town, Sterling took to a patch of houses nearly untouched by the flames, a few people struggling to get out of their house. Rushing their way, he spotted a brunette woman trying to help them, ripping at the door but it was no use, something was blocking it and he couldn't make it out from his distance. Face holding a silent mask of horror, he called to the girl, coming up to her side as he introduced himself in a stern, yet soothing deep tone.
"Sergeant Major Brice of District Thirteen's army, but you can call me Sterling. What's the situation and how can I help?" He shifted his bow on his back, a hand gun at his side and knife held firmly in his grip, he glanced at the girl, ready to move as she instructed.
He would save these people, he had to.
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Post by Annie Graceon on Nov 30, 2014 0:18:05 GMT
It didn't seem like many people were actually from 13 these days- it was all teenagers that had arrived from other districts, bring drama and tears and destruction in their wake. Not that Annie was really complaining, it just meant she was one of the, seemingly few, born and raised 13-ers who still lived there, and she intended to keep it like that. But with this war going on, how long would she even be alive for, let alone alive in 13? Everyone's days were numbered now, whether they liked it or not.She didn't like it, but she'd agreed to help in four anyway. She'd always been told she brought an aura of sunshine with her, her smile and gestures making the space and people around her feel lighter, happier even. It was people like her, she'd been told, that stopped some solders going completely mad or just loosing themselves in a depression triggered by the things they saw. Her chatter could give them a bit peace when they weren't needed, ease their minds a little. That wasn't the only reason she was here, of course, it didn't make sense to put innocent lives at risks just because some people needed a bit of cheering up every now and again. 13 needed people to actually help them, cook, sort things out, wash, the little things that seem so small with something like this going on but were necessary if the battle was going to carry on being fought and won.
Yet another thing that came under her job description was doing what she could to help the innocent families of four. They were already having their lives torn apart by a war they weren't fighting, and it just seemed wrong to not try and help them at all. Annie had basic first aid training and basic combat skills, and that mixed with her ever bubbling hope was enough to make her think she could survive anything. Sometimes, that wasn't great. It was times like this where her hope brainwashed her and told her she could save people trapped inside burning buildings while explosions erupted around her when it was a foolish idea. She couldn't actually help anyone, not with an old gun and completely basic supplies that she'd been giving to families, or leaving outside their doors if they were asleep.
She was doing her best to battle open a door, she could hear screams from inside, but something seemed to be blocking the door- or they had a very, very good door. Either way, it was making her life a lot harder, and a lot more at risk. The brunette turned to look at the man who had approached her, her frazzled curls flying around her shoulders as she did so. She took a deep breath, hoping to clear her frantic mind but instead filling it with the smell of smoke, the smoke of burning homes, plants, lives... The houses around her weren't quite burning yet, but she was sure they would be soon. "I-uh- there's people stuck in there, and i don't know how many people, but i can't get the door open" She explained, giving the door another push to prove her point.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 3:28:01 GMT
Blocked door, several people inside- that's all he needed to hear before setting himself into action. Head bobbing in a brisk nod, he gripped his hand around the knob and butted his shoulder against it, using all the strength he had to try to get it to budge. Nothing. A beam must've fallen down from the ceiling and obstructed the path of the slad of oak wood. Scratching his damp with sweat hair, Sterling racked his brain for something- any idea as to how they could get inside, but there was nothing. Shaking his head with frustration, another bomb fell from the sky, ricocheting and splintering near by house with a spout of flames.
That wasn't good.
Panic setting in he held up a finger to the girl and hopped over the railing of the house's porch. Darting around the corner, he scoured the walls in the darkness, desperate to find the item he was looking for, and like that, with the flash of another crashing projectile, he spotted it. A window. Sighing with relief, he ran up to it and cupped his hands around his face as he peered in. Another blinding light cracked across the sky, allowing him to spot a mother in distress cradling her two sons neither older than ten. His face falling, he set his heart on saving these poor, innocent people. Even if it meant he would parish in the process.
Without thinking, he grabbed his pistol, swapping it with the blade he had refused to release, and slammed the butt of it against the glass several times until it shattered with a more that satisfying crunch. Clearing the space of the fallen shards of the broken window, he peered back inside to find that the family hadn't heard the crash over another boom coming from the hovercrafts above. Stepping away from the opening a bit, he leaned back and called to the woman who'd been so desperate to aid these people, "Hey, I found a way in." Hoping she'd rush over, Sterling took it upon himself to dive into the window and land expertly on his toes in the living room. That was what finally caught the attention of the mother and children, their eyes wide with horror as the armored and armed man approached. Raising his hands gently, he motioned them to join him, his voice serene and gentle as he explained, "I am part of Thirteen's army, here to help."
That on its own seemed to calm the people down, but he continued to speak to distract them from the chaos, "My name is Sterling." His smile was sincere, and the littlest boy returned it with one of his own, whispering, "I'm York." Him speaking up lead to the others following in suit, breaking out of their hysteria stuffed trance. "Lance," the elder cooed with a bit of a tremble, the mother clutching onto her sons a bit tighter as she nodded and spoke solemnly, "Dawn," and just after, she mouthed a silent thank you. Guiding the family to the window, he glanced out in search for the brunette, hoping she hadn't ran off and left him to care for these people on his own. He could, of course, but he didn't want that girl only out here either. Relief washing over him as he spotted her, he smiled even larger despite all that was going on and waved her over.
Once she was in ear shot, he called out, "Give me a hand with getting them out?" He placed his palm on York's shoulder, wordlessly promising that he'd get them out of there alive.
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Post by Annie Graceon on Feb 18, 2015 22:29:04 GMT
Annie watched the strange man push the door, chewing her lip hopefully even though she knew he had no chance of getting the door open. It was blocked by something, she had no idea what but she did know that it was heavy and there was no chance that he was going to budge it anytime soon. By the time he'd managed to moved it the whole street would probably be in flames. so when he seemed to have another idea she followed his lead without question, following his round to the window whike cursing herself for not thinking if the idea sooner. Shr knew then that if anyone died here andnow she would end up blaming herself- why hadn't she thought of the window? She didn't have any time to think about it now, though, ws as she had to focus on making sure no one did end up dying, and hopefully not getting hurt either.
She couldn't help but jump at every bomb that that crashed or exploded, every flame that lit up the sky causing her to flinch closer into the shadows. Honestly, she was really beginning to fear for her life. And when she heard the window smashed she practically screamed. She forced herself to calm down quickly, though, there was no room for being a nervous wreak here, it would just end up causing more harm then good. She jumped again, despite her recent thoughts, when Sterling spoke up. She rushed over to him and he famiky to help them out, pushing a kind and comforting smile to her lips. Soon she and Sterling had helped the family out but then there was the choice of what to do next. Even though they were now free they were still in danger.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 4:06:28 GMT
Luck just may be on their side tonight, for extracting the children and their mother out of the doomed household was easier than it had been to actually get inside. One by one, with the help of the determined girl who'd stayed back to help him get this family to safety, they all landed gingerly on the balls of their feet and panted softly as they soaked in the impending situation. By default, Sterling was in charge, and it was his duty to figure out a plan. He had to find a secure path back to the base, and he had to do so without risking any of their lives. Now that? That was going to be the hard part.
Glancing back at the flames licking up the street, he made brief introductions- starting with the youngest boy who was clutching his leg despite his mother's insistence, "This little soldier is York," then he moved on to the older son who was leaning against his mom in shock, "That brave boy is Lance, and their mother is Dawn." Both of the boys perked up at the compliments, easing their mind and making them feel more vital to the situation. Turning his attention back to his new helper, he squinted his eyes and cocking his head. Did he really not know her name? "I'm sorry," he whispers impatiently, put off that he didn't recollect the information, "But I don't believe I caught your name." Hiding behind a sheepish smile, he jerked his head to behind him- where the bombs had yet to land and set the ground ablaze, that was their best bet to safety.
Dipping down to York's height, he spoke to the boy in the strongest tone he could, knowing that he needed the 'hero' talk to make it through this mess, "Hey bud, why don't you climb on my back? You can keep look-out and man the flashlight. It'll be a big help." A grin split across the kid's face with ease, his head bobbing eagerly as he scrambled onto Sterling's back- which was luckily void of weapons. Before rising, he turned his attention to Lance, a stern look passing over his face as he ordered, "Now you watch out for your mom, okay? Hold her hand tight and keep her out of danger, can you do that for me?" Lance nodded, shoulders set back with determination and a sudden sense of importance. The mother stared at him with gracious eyes, pleased that he was tending to his boys so gently and making sure they had a task to distract them from the horrors around them.
Rising to his full height, Sterling stretched his arm back to hand York the flashlight, his eyes catching on the last member in their rag-tag group of 'soldiers'. Nodding at her with the formality of a Sergeant, he gestured to his side, wanting her flanking him on the side the family left vacated as he set a path back to sanctuary.
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Post by Annie Graceon on Jul 1, 2015 6:31:52 GMT
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[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]A ll Annie could think was ‘thank God’. Miraculously they’d managed to get the whole family out of the house, well, Sterling had managed to get them out, Annie had more just stood to the side and waited to see if he needed any help with them, and apparently he hadn’t. [break] She looked down at the two young boys and smiled at them, trying her best to make the situation to seem even a little bit lighter and less threatening then it was, as Sterling seemed to be doing. She knew it probably wasn’t helping too much, but it was worth a shot- a little gesture could go along away. “Hello soldiers, please to meet you” She said with a grin, rocking back on the heels of her feet as she gave them a little salute, which managed pull a (very) small laugh out of at least one of the boys, but it was a sign the pair were helping. She glanced over at Sterling when he mentioned the lack of information he had about her and was quick to correct that. Turning back to look at the boys and their mother she introduced herself, glancing between the family and Sterling “I’m Annie, by the way” She told them, clapping her hands together as she added “And we should probably get moving” Sterling then gave some instructions, which involved York climbing onto Sterlings back. Personally, Annie didn’t agree with making the small boy higher and more visible, but she wasn’t about to yell at either of them. [break][break] She was quick to follow instructions and join the line next to Sterling as they began walking. Pulling on her backpack straps to try and relieve some of the fear she felt as they walked her eyes darted all around, keeping look out for anyone who looked suspicious or like they needed help. She kept her head low, her heart skipping a beat every time a bomb exploded somewhere in the distance. She really, really wanted to get back to base. [break][break] [attr="class","petitnotes"]
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It was sweet, really, how she treated the boys- playing along with the little game he'd set up. He could tell the mother was grateful, and the kids were clearly rejoiced at their given titles. They figured they played a part, that they were important. It'd distract them from the chaos around them, and give them a task to focus on. He'd only had to do it once before, comfort a little girl torn from her family, get her to pretend to be a princess while he was the knight. It was a success. She hadn't cried throughout the ordeal after he'd given her a status she could relate to and she was eventually reunited to her family. Happy ending.
Sterling could only hope tonight would end the same way.
Casting a sideways glance her way, he couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his lips as he repeated back at her, "Annie." The name felt sturdy on his lips, but the happiness didn't quite last. It was time to move out, it was too dangerous to be standing around any longer. Head tilting to the slide slightly, he motioned for her to flank the other side of the small family, lead the way while he held up the rear.
He caught her look, knowing she felt uneasy with the kid clinging to his back, but he knew what he was doing. He'd be further away from the flying shrapnel and debris- plus, he hadn't actually ran into any other soldiers. The Capitol seemed to be sticking simply to the planes. They would move quicker with him out of the way, and if they did hit any problems, he had it gun at hand and the skills to maneuver the boy out of harms way- if that were to be the case.
And he really hoped that it wouldn't be.
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