St John was a constant sufferer of insomnia. It had started when he was nine and ever since then, the bouts were fairly regular, which he could deal with. It just meant that from time to time he was sitting around, in the dead of night, with nothing to do. So he prowled around the base, considering everything and anything to do before slinking into ( Read more... )

Worse than the sickness, worse than losing his powers and then practically freezing -how the hell did people stand being that cold all the time- Pyro was fast developing a hatred for the medical facility and its security, or lack of. He came out of the place in worse shape than he went in ( Read more... )

For the most part, Pyro was doing fine. His stomach hurt from time to time, but the wound was practically closed and healed, the stitches out and him back to his usual activities -because he never was a fan of running or any of that stupid shit that they tried to get him doing for the PT. But lately, over the last day or so, there had been certain ( Read more... )

Washington was by far the worst place to attempt sunbathing. Really, how somewhere so close to California could be so dire was lost on Lorna. She didn't mind the cool, didn't even mind rain. But the absence of sun was starting to bother her. Either way, Lorna ended up inside again ( Read more... )

Now that the camp was reasonably settled Ethan could address the Hendley situation. It had seemed best to keep the guy locked away for as long as possible just to make the point that his behaviour was uncalled for and despite what Allerdyce or Hendley had said Ethan still felt punishment was required and Emma had even agreed, which was a novelty.

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As advised by the Doctors, instructed by the likes of Emma and Mac and made to promise by his Momma over the phone Ethan had taken the last week easy. He'd remained in the Med Bay until the staff had finally given him the all clear to leave and then avoided his office for a whole day before locking himself away in there to go through paper work and ( Read more... )

The last thing that St John actually consciously remembers from the mission was pain. Not the pain in his stomach, not that burning agony of his overtaxed powers, not even the pain of the bullet lodged in his gut. It was more the pain of a branch sticking into his back and the casual wondering of just why Haylie had left him in a tree when he was ( Read more... )

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What was really meant by the term extraction when referring to John was teleportation. He was their way into the camp once they were on the perimeter, as well as a scout for that matter, and with only a few hundred yards to go to the fencing it was easy to feel the team getting themselves all psyched up and prepared.

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After burning her clothes and washing for what felt like hours -and the blood was still somewhat in her hair- Emma at last got a chance to actually take in the damage around her. It took a day and a half to fully assess it. Jefferson dorm was closed due to the fire damage, gaping holes that Emma was not pleased about, the electrical wiring on the ( Read more... )