Jurassis Park 2042

Paul slinked back in to see Havard giving young fools a telling off, "Ah it's illustrious leader." Havard groaned.

Smiling evilly he walked over closer, "You know Havard if you had any brains you'd remember that Mummies don't like babies being taken."

Havard face stared at him sternly, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Relishing the know how he had Paul continued, "You forget my friend, that dinosaur are like most animals, get pretty peeved if they lose say a child. Oh and recent attacks should prove this. Face it Havard you can't keep this going. Nothing is impenetrable."

Paul flounced off before Havard could do anything leaving the man confused. Just then the cry came - Paul smiled happily, it was a death cry of a raptor. The poison had done it's job. Without further a do he flung away the syringe out the window.

Michelle


She stood up when she heard the raptor, she left the diary on the bed and left her room, almost crashing into Harvard, who by the looks of it also heard the cry. She went into the room that had the raptor, followed by Harvard; to find the dino-man dead.
"Crap." She said as she approached the body.

Harvard got to his feet and rushed down the hallway. He grabbed his walkie-talkie. "We got a defecter, Paul. Get him and drag his sorry ass back here!" He screamed into it. People were staring out of there doors, wondering what the heck was happening.

"Everyone, go back to your rooms. There's nothing to see here." Harvard tried to calmly yell. "God...if only they knew..." He muttered under his breath. Rushing around the corner he ran into a man and fell. "Watch where your going you little-" He stopped short. Lying deathly still on the ground was Dr. Pruitt, his shirt soaking with blood.

"My god...are you okay?" Pruitt didn't move. "I need a medic!"

Michelle


She ran to Clinton and Reese.
"Get to your rooms!" She said quickly.
"But Mich-" Reese started
"Now!" Michelle said, and Clinton nodded. Clinton and Reese headed toward there rooms. Michelle ran over to Harvard and Dr. Pruitt and got on her knees.
"I need a medic!" She heard Harvard shout.
"Harvard, I can help. We need to get his shirt off, now!" She said. They started to remove the shirt from Pruitt. Then, someone came and sat next to them, it was Reese.

Walking quickly away Paul entered his room hastily threw in his stuff into a bag and left picking up a Shotgun. He smiled vehemetly, what fools thinking they can even expect he'll be pursued, without knowing. Glancing at his room once more. Ages ago he'd hidden five C4s in this very room all positioned in weak spots. Best of all his room was an outside wall. Havard will learn nothing impenetrable. Checking no one was coming he walked away slowly and flipped face of his watch up. A small device inplanted inside. He pushed.

Everyone screamed as the building shook. The room he once lived in was nothing but a huge hole now.

Havard came round to see Paul smiling, "Nothing is impenetrable Havard I warned you!"

While he stared at the hole Paul ran off through his well rehearsed escape plan. Nothing was going to save them now. Out of the distace Paul heard a loud roar and sneered turning to see them scared. Time to end game. It worked exellent his escape plan and everyone was too shocked to even see him going right out the front door.

Michelle

She left Pruitt behind and ran over to Paul. She pointed her gun at him.
"Stop!" She said to him.


*Sorry, short!*

(OOC God I love being a bad guy! XD OOC)

Paul turned and smiled almost admirablely, "I'm impressed, you're willing to ignore others, to just catch me, but nothing will stop me." He levelled his shotgun before she could fire.

She spluttered angerily, "Don't you have a heart? Million could die because of you..."

Laughing Paul looked at her, "That is totally classic and cliche, run home girl and try and save you and everyone ass."

She seemed unsure and turned back towards building, Paul quickly took this chance to dove into a nearby building and out of sight.

Michelle


She just stood there, and didn't know what to do; she was about to go outside when a raptor jumped in and started calling for help.

Reese-

“Help... me.” The hopeless whisper came from the bloody body on the dirty ground next to me. It was Dr. Pruitt.
“Dr. Pruitt,” I said ignoring the blood and leaning in closer to the man’s face, “You have to stay awake and calm; I promise you are going to be okay. I’m gunna take good care of you.” I took his askew glasses from his face and examined him before saying, “It doesn’t even look that bad.” My voice shook when I said it though, because the truth was I couldn’t see how bad it was because his entire body seemed to be covered with blood. I put the back of my now bloody hand to my forehead and wiped the beads of sweat from my brow. I looked around to examine the situation. Mich was holding Paul at gunpoint; I guess it was one of those inevitable things. I smiled to myself at that thought. I found Harvard ushering people to their rooms to calm the chaos. I was on my own, and I felt on the verge of tears. How was I supposed to help this man? I wasn’t a doctor. Then, to my relief, I felt a large warm hand on my shoulder. I looked up into Clinton’s deep blue eyes and felt suddenly okay.
“Let’s move him somewhere safer.” I said assertively. Clinton took Pruitt under the arms and I took him by the legs. We moved him to one of the clean rooms, intended to be a place to heal the sick. We laid him on one of the stainless steel tables, in the baffling white room. Clinton gathered bandages and antiseptics while I pulled the door shut. Then Clinton took Pruitt’s shirt off the rest of the way.
“Help me clean this blood off.” He said handing me a syringe with a cloth ball on the end of it. I stood over Pruitt’s face and soothed him. His eyes were still open and he was still breathing, both good signs. He had scratches and bruises on his face but still managed a half smile.
“Dr. Pruitt,” I said in a soft voice, “I am Reese, and that is Clinton.” I looked up at the handsome boy and was given a warm smile in return, “We are going to help you, but you have to tell us where it hurts.”
Pruitt coughed then answered, “My left leg, and my chest.”
“I think his leg may be broken.” Clint said, “So that bit can wait. He has some open wounds on his chest and arms that need to be taken care of first. Here, come help me.” I walked around the table and stood next to Clint. When he took my hand it was shaking. He hesitated and looked at me before placing it over a wound.
“Hold this bandage over the wound to stop the bleeding.” He said rubbing his hand on my back to calm me. The wound was just below Pruitt’s right rib cage.
“You okay?” Clint whispered into my ear. I nodded and he moved to the other side of the table to clean the other wounds.
“This doesn’t look bad at all.” Clinton said in his normal, calm voice.
“You’re doing great Dr. Pruitt.” I said, my voice still shaking. We cleaned and bandaged the rest of the wound on his chest and arms before moving to his face.
“These don’t look bad, though the one by his ear may need stitches.” Clint said, “Let’s take a look at that leg. Dr. Pruitt?”
Pruitt turned his head towards Clint and winced.
“Which part of your left leg hurts?” Clint asked patiently.
“The lower half.” He replied. Clint moved swiftly down the table to Pruitt’s leg. He cut the bottom half of Pruitt’s pant leg away from the leg to reveal a torn up leg with the bone sticking out of it.
“I’m cold.” Pruitt said, his eyes fluttering. He was going in to shock.
“Keep him calm.” Harvard barked coming in the room.

Mich


She fired her gun at the Raptor several times before running to the medical room to find Reese and Clinton with Pruitt. She pushed her way past Clinton to Pruitt's leg.
"God, this is bad. I should be able to take care of this, but it will take awhile to heal up." She said before going to a cabnit and grabbed several items.
"Pruitt, You going to have to relax while I do this. Reese, go to Pruitt and help calm him; Clinton, come help me with this leg." She said.
"Mich, what where those gunshots from?" Reese asked.

Reese-

"Gunshots?" Pruitt said trying to sit up a little.
"Keep him calm Reese!" Mich barked while fixing up the leg. My hands were shaking again. I didn't know what to do to keep Pruitt calm. He yelped in pain as Mich did something. Blood began oozing from his leg.
"Damn," Mich said, "He's loosing blood." Harvard rushed over to help Mich calm the flow.
"Am I going to die?" Pruitt asked very calmly.
"No, Dr. Pruitt." I reassured him, "Mich and Harvard are taking really good care of you. Are you still cold?"
"A bit. Your a sweet girl." He said.
"Oh, thank you," I said looking down into his grandpa-like eyes, they reminded me of my father's, "You are going to be fine." I said defiantly, though Clint must have seen right through me, because he put his hand over mine. I looked up at him and a tear fell down my cheek. I knew Pruitt would be fine, he had to be, Mich and Harvard knew what they were doing. In my head I knew it would all be okay. I just wished my head could tell the horrible feeling in my gut, that knew there was that chance, to calm down. Clint wiped the tear away and I tried to smile, to give some sign that I was okay. Pruitt winced again in pain.
"Almost done." Mich said working swiftly, with little help from Harvard.
"I better get back out there, calm things down." Harvard said, "You okay to finish up in here?" Mich nodded her head. If Harvard was leaving then things must be okay. I told myself that over and over again until my stomache unclenched and I relaxed a little. I didn't want Clint to take his hand off mine; but I didn't show it when he did. He moved down the table to help Mich tie up the bandages. It was over. He was saved.
"Reese, get into that cabinet by the door and pull out the pain relievers." Clint said. I did as told and tossed the bottle of advil to Clint. He smiled one of his real big Clint smiles. Later when Pruitt was resting, I couldn't get all of the blood to wash off of my hands. Clint came in.
"Hey." he said, "you okay?"
"Yeah, I wish people would stop asking me that." I said scrubbing at my hands more.

Michelle & Clint


"Dr.Pruitt, I want you to go to rest and go easy on yourself. Would you prefer to be in your bedroom?" Michelle asked.
"Yes please." He said as he nodded.
"Clinton! Come in here and give me a hand." She said as he ran into the room. They both picked Pruitt up carefully and took him to his room; then tucked him into his bed. Clinton left to go talk to reese. Michelle pulled out a walkie talkie and put it on the nightstand next to Pruitt's bed.
"If you need help, start to hurt, get hungry or thirsty, or if you need anything, just let me know through this Walkie Talkie." She said as she headed towards the door.
"Thanks, very kind of you." He said.
"Are you comfy?" She asked, then he nodded. She left the room and opened a different door just a crack, and watched Clinton and Reese without them knowing.

Reese-

"You did good today, kid." Clinton said walking over to help me scrub my hands.
"It doesn't feel like I did good." I said squeezing more soap onto them from the container. It made me smell like a hospital, but anything was better than the smell of blood.
"Sure you did." he said, "You stayed really calm, and you knew what to do right away."
"No, that was you and Mich. I was shaking in my boots and following orders." I said as he wet his hands under the warm running water and took my hands in his.
"But, you were loads of help. We couldn't have done it without you." he flashed another award winning smile. The soap on my hands began to turn a pinkish color as it absorbed the blood. I rinsed them under the water to find underneath the scummy soap, clean hands.
"Could you hand me that towel?" I asked Clinton, avoiding eye contact. I dried my hands and then looked down at them.
"There," he said, taking my hands again in his, "all clean." He drew invisible designs on my palm and looked down at me. i didn't want to catch his eye but when I did I couldn't look away. There was something about the way he looked at people. I mean, he really looked at them. It made me feel transparent and vulnerable.

Michelle


She walked into the room with Reese and Clinton.
"Hey you two, I'm going out on a hunt." She said.
"A hunt for what?" Clinton asked as he sat down.
"I'm gonna go look for Paul." She said as she loaded her gun. Clinton stood back up.
"Then I'm coming with you." He said looking Mich in the eyes.
"It's too dangerous, stay here with Reese; and Reese, if you hear Pruitt's voice from this talkie, go to him." She said as she handed the talkie to her and she smiled. Then they heard the Raptor calling again. Mich sighed and put her gun down before going up to a cabinet that was locked. She pulled out a key and opened the cabinet, it was filled with guns and ammunition. She grabbed a big gun and filled it with ammo, and also packed some extra ammo before locking the cabinet again. She picked up the first gun and held it out to Clinton.
"Stay together and hold on to this gun just in case something happens." She said as she turned around and left.
"In case what happens?" Reese asked Clinton quietly.

Reese-

I was thankful to Mich when she walked in on Clinton and me together. She easily relieved some of the tension that came along with our long silent eye contact.
"I dunno." Clint replied to my soft spoken question.
"I'm worried." I said, not liking the idea of Mich going after Paul all by herself. Even if she was tough, she is not invinsible.
"She'll be alright," Clint said assuridly, "she knows how to handle herself.
"I hope you're right," I said, my eyes following the path she had taken out of the room," I'm gunna go to my room." I said heading for the door. But Clint grabbed my hand before I made it out. I looked longingly out into the crowd of people, hoping to get some air. To be on my own to think.
"Mich said to stay together." He said smiling coyly.
"For how long, she could be gone for days for all we know?"
"Well we should at least respect her wishes for now." He said pulling me into a chair. Sometimes I forgot how easy it was to be comfortable around Clint. It could also be akward at times, though. Clinton was an easygoing person, who I always worried about saying the wrong thing to.