#alia.starter

[connor-henderson-blog1]

There was a storm cloud over Connor’s head to rival those outside the infirmary as the storm raged on. He’d traded his soaking clothes for a fresh pair of scrubs from his locker, but he was battered and bruised and in pain, his left arm hanging uselessly in a sling as he sat with his shoulders hunched on an exam table. There was a hypocrisy in his refusal to take a strong painkiller and go to sleep, but Connor didn’t care. He didn’t want to sleep -- not when the storm was still raging overhead, undoubtedly causing even more damage than it had done to him and his home. If Connor couldn’t be out there helping people, he wanted to be available here, never mind the strict orders he’d been given to rest. Rest was never something Connor had done well. He needed to stay busy, needed to have a purpose so he would not be left alone with his thoughts. His ruined home. His busted shoulder. The fact that it was his brother who had saved him, and now Connor owed James a debt.

He scowled at the sling on his arm, looking up only when he heard footsteps, speaking before he even fully registered who was there.  “Are you all right? Do you need anything?” If he sounded a little too hopeful Connor didn’t care; all he wanted was to do something before he drove himself crazy. 

[luciano-capmany]

“It may not look like much more than weeds but I’ve got a lot of specimens in this garden- though I started it myself and it doesn’t technically belong to the lab, it’s still important to my research.” Luc knelt down to fix the tiny, d-i-y fence that he’d built around the miniature garden outside of his building. “There’s nothing worth stealing, it’s all inedible and toxic, just be careful not to step on it or it could damage the samples and throw my research off for a week,”

[rangerkincaid-blog]

Jared was standing off to the side of the clearing near the front gate as he started gearing up for his mission outside the gate. He finished checking his gear before slipping on his vest as he caught the crunch of loose dirt and gravel getting closer to him. “If your here to ask about the picture I took of me and the Rex, its hanging on the wall of the Ranger Station.” He said turning to see who was walking up on him. 

[niightingcles]

“Oh,” Harper’s full lips wrapped around the sound like the vowel it embodied, her head turning just enough to catch the glimpse of a figure in her periphery. “Look it’s my job security. What is it this time--allo bite? A good ankylo bashing? Tell me you brought me something good, because if I get another ‘tooth pain’ up in this place I’m gonna scream.” The instinct of wondering when she’d get another break to eat kicked in and she tossed a handful of almond into her mouth while her back was still turned. It had been a long, boring night shift and--though it wasn’t that she wished harm on anyone--the ER had hooked her on adrenaline. Slow shifts dragged. Primary care complaints made her feel useless. Swallowing hard, she took a sip of water from her thermos and turned to face the other with a genuine, if not a little forced, smile on her face. “What can I help you with?” People only saw the best side of her in the infirmary.

[pwdrkeg-blog]

     The jungle has a way of breathing, changing its SHAPE while your back was turned, but Becks was starting to know it like the back of his hand, flashes of green and yellow repeating over and over in a loop when his eyes were closed ; he longed to be outside even when he was behind the SAFETY of Outpost 7′s gates, yearning for the feeling of freedom and anxiety that came when his boots trampled over soft moss. A little over a year since his exile REBIRTH, the jungle felt more like a home than Alia Terra ever did, but even your home can be treacherous. The sound of branches suddenly rustling behind him, Becks gave a rather languid look over his shoulder,  ❝  You’re a little far from home, ain’t ya?  ❞

[terraeli-blog]

@notporcelain

Elijah had seen Mariella leave the compound, as much as she tried to avoid his sight, but he had a few more hours left in the tower before he could leave even if he wanted to check on her. He was actually just climbing down when he spotted her in the treeline and decided to just wait for her to approach, thinking it more casual than running out to her and revealing that he may or may not have been a little worried. It wasn’t his fault she was so small and soft, yet she insisted on going out on her own. He leaned against the tower until she was a few yards away before calling out, “Hey, Mariella, long time no see.”

[resistcnt-blog]

If there was one thing Aurora knew to be true above anything else, it was that sneaking up on someone was never  a good idea. Every crinkle of a leaf underfoot could signal the approach of something (or someone) deadly; by the time she realized someone was ahead of her, she had little time to fade back into concealment. Pausing, she held as still as she could for several moments, barely even allowing herself to breathe. When she didn’t seem to be detected, she turned, ready to quickly fall back and find a new route. After all, scavenging wouldn’t be too fruitful if someone else had already covered the area. Unfortunately, as she adeptly climbed up over a fallen log, the bark beneath it came loose, causing a loud ripping sound to echo through the trees. Dammit. She hadn’t realized how loose it actually was from decay.

[terraaddison-blog]

After working on an outpost’s radio system for a couple of hours, Addison decided she needed some fresh air. Besides, she wasn’t sure inhaling fumes from a soldering iron for that long was entirely healthy so a brief sit down in the shade of a tree was a welcome, if not brief, change of pace. She took a long drink from her water bottle and cracked her neck, rubbing out some knots before she heard what she thought was someone walking through the underbrush. “..hello?” she called out hesitantly, wondering if another ranger had dropped by, or perhaps a few guards had headed out to scold her for leaving without them... or without actual permission.