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Post by avery on Jun 11, 2010 21:59:58 GMT -5
 put out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/b] she asked, her voice high-pitched and nervous sounding and her expression mimicking the panic she was feeling when he nodded his head. No, no, no. She didn't want to believe that her only way of getting out was already being consumed by the fire but she hardly thought that he would lie in a situation like this. Coughing, she dropped to her hands and knees like she remembered was the thing to do and scuttled back into her apartment, tearing through her dresser drawer and ended up grabbing the first thing that she could touch to put over her nose. The smoke was heavier now, filling her lungs with each breath that she took before she covered her mouth and nose but she pulled herself over to the window, looking at the fall. No way could she make that kind of jump without seriously injuring herself but if she didn't do something, she was going to have an even less fortune awaiting her. Slumping into the windowsill, she stuck her arm out of it, hoping that they'd be able to see it and know that someone was up here. There wasn't much she could do without a way to get out of this building, except for to protect her lungs as much as she could and ignore the coughs that wracked her body. [/ul] [/size]
TAGGING: stanley/nana!
NOTES; i sooo love this ship.
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Post by STANLEY QUENTIN KNOX on Jun 11, 2010 23:09:33 GMT -5
 I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE HER NOW YOU KNOW I BELIEVE AND HOW
Everything at the station was fairly quite tonight, no calls that were so important that they had to actually suit up all the way and head out into the city for something or other. In fact, most of the guys were sitting around a folding table in the break room with a stack of cards in each of their hands and a wad of one dollar bills shoved in the center of their little group. Quiet nights like this were nice, smooth compared to the hectic, painful days where everyone was awake and had ten times as many opportunities for accidental fires. All of the guys could just sit around and bullshit each other about what they were planning to do on their next day off or what their families had done to amuse them just the other day. Stanley sat quietly on one side of the table with a smile, listening to his comrade across the table telling everyone about how his daughter began talking to herself in the mirror today. It was precious and funny, and Stanley really wasn't going to try and top something like that with a "my dog chewed up a cabinet door today." As much as he wondered what it would be like to have a family that he could brag about to his coworkers every day, he wasn't about to force something like that on anyone. He didn't particularly need it, he was just at that point in his life where it seemed like growing up was more beneficial than acting like a kid.
The two of clubs and spades in his hand were nothing for the better hands he knew the other guys had, so he let out a sigh and a chuckle, setting the cards down face up. "Fold. I'm not even going to pretend this is a winning hand." Everyone else at the table laughed, and two of the men did so extra-boastfully, as if their cards were clearly superior, and they were obviously right. No one cared, though. Gambling was something the chief had cracked down on months ago, so it's not like anyone was going to actually get the cash that sat in the pot. No, they'd slip it in an envelope, seal it, and send it to whatever charity the winner chose. Miami Fire Department did its share, and no one could contest that. Almost as soon as the grin had swept across his lips, the warning bell went off in the break room to announce that a call had been made. Well-accustomed to the routine, Stanley stood and slipped out the door fluidly, first of the men to reach the uniforms and suit up. Loud noises were something every fireman had to get used to from day one, and Stanley was no different. While he put on the uniform, zipping up the huge, inflammable suit, he let his ears go a little foggy and began thinking of a song to distract him. Ninety percent of the time, it worked every time.
Hopping into the back of the fire truck, he held onto the handles and let the guys up front do all of the talking, navigating...He was here to do his job and save people. That's what got him through the nights were it was busy or boring, knowing that sooner or later someone would be in need and he would be there to help them out of it. Sirens blaring, the truck sped down the streets and to an apartment complex visibly engulfed in flames. The whole thing wasn't in danger of collapsing or anything, just the top floor of one of the buildings was lit up with plumes of smoke, most of it billowing down with the wind. Some idiot probably left a candle burning or the stove on...There were many ways to catch things on fire, most people just didn't think it would be an issue with them. Safety in general was an issue with most people, who didn't think that they could be affected by what they saw on the daily news. Ignorance or innocence - which it was plagued the air around them, and he felt sorry for those who couldn't understand that this world really wasn't as amazing as they thought it was. The truck halted in the fire lane next to the building and all of the firefighters jumped out, two of them heading in the direction of the closest fire hydrant, two unraveling the hose to man it, and the rest of them pulled their masks on and headed in.
Stanley paused outside, staring up at the windows to assess where the most likely damage was being done, which gave him the perfect opportunity to see something that the others didn't. From a second-story window, a hand feebly waved, erratic and losing steam. He jerked into action, running as quickly as he could with a fifty pound suit covering his body, and hit the stairs, calling out to his comrades, "People on the second-floor, at least one conscious!" With that having been said, he braced himself and tore through the flames and smoke that were blocking the stairway, feeling the heat lick his suit as he did so. Behind him came another firefighter, following his footsteps as Stanley mentally navigated the hallway to the apartment that he'd seen someone wave from. "I've got a man in 209," his partner said, and Stanley nodded, pointing to the open door that he was going into at that moment. Smoke filled the room, but it didn't make him panic like it did most people. Training and experience had taught him to go through it, not cower behind it, and he headed to the window to see a woman. Her nose and mouth were covered with a shirt, but she was small, and her body wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. "Come on, ma'am. I've got you."
As weak as she looked, Stanley wasn't about to let her try and walk out of here, so he bent down and scooped her up, one arm under her legs and another around her shoulders. Through the crackling of the flames from upstairs he could hear the motor whirring on the hose outside, and he immediately stood up with her in his arms, leaving the apartment to check the stairs. With the hose dripping into the stairwell, there was enough of a path cleared that he could run her out of the building. Stanley got downstairs and let his pace slow enough that he wasn't jostling her around as he went. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he asked, and for the first time he looked down, and it took him by surprise just how pretty she really was. Immediately he felt terrible for her, but he continued to stare at her for a moment as they walked over to the ambulance that had just arrived on the scene.
TAGGING REAGAN . IDK HOW MANY WORDS . FAIL . MY GRAPHIC
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Post by avery on Jun 12, 2010 18:47:56 GMT -5
put out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/i] Reagan looked up at him, blinking her eyes and leaning her head against his shoulder, her body tense. "I, um... I think so. I just... the smoke." She babbled and would have felt stupid for it were she not so relieved. "Did you get my neighbor? He was up there, too." Her concern was evident and the chaos of the scene around her wasn't something she noticed as she ducked her head and closed her eyes, saying a silent prayed that she was safe and another little one that he would say yes to her question. [/ul] [/size]
TAGGING: stanley/nana!
NOTES: i want to make love to sam in that banner.
but that would be a little odd so i'll refrain...
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Post by STANLEY QUENTIN KNOX on Jun 12, 2010 20:29:34 GMT -5
I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE HER NOW YOU KNOW I BELIEVE AND HOW
No matter how adjusted his body and mind had become to running through flaming buildings every day, there would always be that little bead of sweat that dripped down Stanley's brow, forced out by the heat and humidity that clouded up the inside of his mask. So many times he'd wanted to simply run in without the mask on, just so that he could actually see and feel everything around him, but the threat that feeling what was around him might result in fourth degree burns to his face or something just as painful. And really, what would Stanley be without that pretty face of his? Most women whistled or waved when a fire truck went by, giving them just enough time to see the faces of them men in uniform that were being taken to the scene of the fire, and Stanley usually just tuned it out. Occasionally when they were incredibly pretty or something, he and his coworkers would grin and joke to each other that someone was attracting all of the attention, but Stanley never really paid much attention to it anyway. Girls just had a thing for men in uniform, especially ones that were life-savers, and while he would never understand it, the thought was amusing at the least. To Stanley it was simply his job, a way of life that he'd trained and waited patiently for his turn to do, and any of the perks that came with being a firefighter simply rolled off his back while he focused on what truly mattered.
As soon as he had gotten out of the vicinity of the apartment building, he entered the safe zone and slowed his pace so that it didn't seem like he was acting like a chicken with his head cut off. The urgency with which he acted was justified by the calmness in his voice and the cognizant way he went about his business, pulling people out of buildings or even simply talking to the victims that the fire department was sent to in lieu of an ambulance. Stanley tightened his grip on the girl in his arms and took her towards the open doors of the ambulance where the technicians were waiting to check that each individual was all right. "I, um... I think so. I just... the smoke." she responded to him, and he nodded in understanding. If she had been perfectly calm in the way that she'd spoken to him, that would make him think something was wrong with her both physically and mentally. You couldn't be saved from a burning building and walk away whistling unless you were a complete nutjob in the first place, so he simply smiled to let her know that it was all right to be a little out-of-sorts and let her calm herself down through her own words. Stanley was just relieved that she wasn't hysterical like so many others were in her position, thrashing against him and screaming as if he were the flames and not the one would had just saved them. Those people made his job twenty times more difficult.
Just when he didn't think she would be any more coherent than a few fragmented sentences and a frightened cringe, she asked him, "Did you get my neighbor? He was up there, too." For all the right she had in the world to be self-centered just that once and only worry about herself, she was making sure if others were all right first. Stanley felt touched by her care, and he stopped, turning back towards the building to look for his partner that had gone into her neighbor's apartment. The other firefighter was walking out of the now less-hazardous building with the man stumbling behind next to him, and Stanley nodded to them as he replied, "That's your neighbor in 209, right? We got him." All he wanted to do was take this mask off, stop breathing like he was Darth Vader or something, but he didn't have a third hand to take it off and he wasn't going to let her go just to fix his mask, so he left it there as he carried her to the ambulance. The EMTs were rushing over and would take her away like some sort of tornado, Stanley made sure he had a good grip on her and asked, "Now was there anyone else on your floor that you can think of? On the floor above you?" People were finally getting themselves out of the building, a good number compare to the number of apartments, but he wanted to make sure everyone had gotten out all right, and she needed to focus on something instead of going into shock or anything. As the EMTs reached him, he added, "Can you walk?" just to make sure she would be all right. As endearing as she was, he really didn't want to let her down just yet as much as he knew he had to.
TAGGING REAGAN . 829 WORDS . WHOOPS, I GOT LAZY . MY GRAPHIC
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Post by avery on Jun 14, 2010 23:56:19 GMT -5
put out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/b] She sounded slightly more steady in this answer than she had when he had asked her if she was okay, because she knew exactly what the answer was. They drew closer to the ambulance that had pulled up at some point in time, something that she had missed until now. Her attention span was off, her focus on everything and anything. She felt dazed but not like she couldn't walk, which was what was going through her mind when he spoke again. "I think I can," she told him, preparing herself to be put back down on the ground as she added softly, "Thank you so much for what you did." Oh boy, she was going to be lucky if she didn't just burst out crying in front of him instead of waiting like she wanted to. "Do you...," she trailed off, a little hesitant about her next words. She wasn't forward at all, she just wanted to know a little about the person who had helped her and maybe find some way to thank him or repay him for what he had done. 'Do you mind me asking your name?" [/ul] [/size]
TAGGING: stanley/nana!
NOTES: i want to make love to sam in that banner.
but that would be a little odd so i'll refrain...
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