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what it says on the tin!

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LYNETTE XIAOYANG ! ! !

27 | CAPRICORN | PARAMEDIC | INFP
- speaks fluent gaelic for no reason
- paramedic
- has a snake named Asphyxia
- photographic memory
- friendly until given a reason not to be
- rather reserved and picky with those she brings into her inner social circle
- can be impulsive and stubborn
- opinionated
- works out on the daily
- curious about everything and anything
- has a talent for being able falling asleep anywhere, anytime
- fiercely loyal and hardworking to a fault
- highkey trustworthy
- very quick to help anyone and everyone despite her reservations, it's incredible it hasn't sunk her in trouble yet
- spends most of his time outside
- grew up an orphan in queens, NY and aged out of the foster system because she was aggressive and had a habit of getting into fights to protect the honour of herself and her friends, usually on her own so she's not a stranger to taking risks
- heavily self-reliant
- arrested once or twice but she's past it
- two adoptive younger sisters, Kate and Amaya but she doesn't talk to them a lot
- got a tattoo of her snake on her thigh
f/c. Son Seung-wan ( Wendy )

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────────────── ♕ Adelaide Boseman

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i. 26
ii. aries
iii. female
iv. sergeant
v. pansexual

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LYNETTE
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Lynette grasped the edge of the gurney as the ambulance took a sharp turn, tossing the EMT and the her three companions suddenly to the left in the great race to get to the scene they’d been called to.She hadn’t been given the big details of the situation, but she knew there were wounded hostages, and Lynette had already braced herself to enter a building with an active shooter. Her hair was tucked into a knot at the nape of her neck and her hands were deadly still, fear well-concealed the way it always was. It was dark outside, the city going by her in a blur. They’d been driving ten minutes. How were they not there, Diego was driving so fast and her scrubs felt suffocating and she needed to move and - SLAM! The ambulance seemed to lurch forward even as it screeched to a stop, the paramedics inside jerking into action. There was yelling everywhere outside, police littering the scene, but she was focused on getting the gurney out of the car without slipping on the rain slick pavement. It wasn’t raining anymore, but the remnants of a nasty storm still soaked the streets and gave everything a glow that would be romantic if the situation weren’t so dire. The people there seemed to cut a path for her without being asked, the group of seven paramedics waiting for the go-ahead.
When they received it they moved without hesitance, Lynette barking orders out left right and center. Identifying the wound was easy, calling out what to do, what to treat it with, how to move the victim, but Lynette was startled suddenly by a passing pedestrian. She gave him a glare, noting the way he kept his head down and chalking it up to shame as she returned to the victim. He was her focus right now, despite news cameras and flashing photographs and the police around her all talking to one another. Her team was almost to the ambulance now, prepping to lift the wounded man on his gurney.

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adelaιde
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Adelaide glared as she jerked her steering wheel harshly, pulling up to the crime scene. Having heard the
call go out of an active shooter, she had headed in the direction almost immediately. With everything going
on recently within the world she knew this wouldn't end well. She threw her car into park as she arrived,
stepping out of her vehicle. She walked to the nearest face she recognized - Officer Murdock - listening to
him as he explained the scene. After pulling out after a traffic stop, the suspect had barricaded themselves
in the restaurant in front of them, getting into a shoot out with the police, before has himself was shot.
Murdock mentioned the gurney the suspect was on, mumbling something about a potential passenger, but
Adelaide barely heard him.

"His name is Andrew Gregs," Murdock informed her. Adelaide mulled over this knowledge, before giving the
okay for the paramedics to go in. There were individuals wounded, and needed to be taken to the hospital
before anything went bad. She headed towards Lynette's gurney, looking down at the man.

"Are you Andrew Gregs?" she asked the man, leaning over him with a glare. The man grumbled a yes, all while
whimpering about his wounds. She huffed, before looking towards Lynette.

"This is our suspect, I'll be following you back to the hospital," she informed the other, handcuffing one of the
man's wrists to the gurney, "if you prefer I ride with you, I can arrange for that."

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LYNETTE
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The handcuffs seemed a bit much, seeing as the man was immobilized anyway, but Lynette let the officer proceed before helping to load the gurney into the back of the ambulance; they didn’t have time to waste. When the officer began to talk to her she stopped as the other EMTs set to work, waiting on her to leave. The woman seemed so serious, and for a moment, Lynette had to wonder when cops and paramedics started carrying the same tiredness in their shoulders and mouth - they had studied their lives away for the occupation they’d earned. Surely, they should be happy to do it? She shrugged after a moment, starting to climb into the back as she spoke to Adelaide. “Either way, officer, but he’ll be sent straight to surgery as soon as we get back to the hospital. Questioning him won’t be-”
Lynette cut off abruptly as a sudden bolt of pain shot through her shoulder near the joint. It was extreme, as though she’d been set on fire from the inside, and her shirt felt wet but an adrenaline rush let her shuffle forward gracelessly to collapse onto the nylon netting that covered the end of the bench built into the side of the roll cage. She grasped at the straps of the netting, turning to see who had shot her, for lack of a better phrase. The man on the gurney had the team of paramedics on top of him, the handgun he’d pulled sitting on the vehicle’s floor. Lynette looked next to Adelaide, coughing once. She motioned the police officer into the back of the ambulance without thought as one of the other paramedics turned to begin putting pressure on the wound. Her hearing was fuzzy, but she was fairly certain it was Warren, a young man who had only joined their team a month ago but had already become everyone’s younger brother. He seemed so panicked, from what she could tell, and all of the words she was using were in an effort to stop the chaos unfolding before her.

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adelaιde
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Adelaide turned as she heard her name, blinking as she saw another man currently in handcuffs. They caught their second suspect - the passenger of the vehicle. She nodded in approval to her officers, knowing they would handle the cleanup and documentation of the site. She turned her attention back to the EMT, focused solely on her that she didn't even see the suspect reaching for his waistband. She huffed at her words, wanting to get his statement out of the way, though she supposed patience was a virtue when it came to this job.

Her eyes widened as she heard the unmistakable sound of a gun shot, immediately pulling her gun to point it at the suspect. She heard shouting behind her, but she ignored it as she noticed the paramedic was now bleeding. She saw the handgun on the floor, but ignored it as she stepped into the back of the vehicle. She glared at the man, aiming her gun at him. "Stop resisting," she ordered, watching him closely as she began to pat search him. She felt nothing else within his waistband, but didn't hesitate to grab his free wrist. She pinned it to the bar, shaking her head.

"Wrong move buddy," she spit lowly, before looking towards Lynette. This was her fault. She should have checked the suspect. Now she had a wounded paramedic and a frenzy of officers outside the ambulance.

"It's handled, his weapon is under the gurney," she informed them, one of the gloved officers stepping in to grab it, before she looked towards Murdock, "follow us in my cruiser." The man nodded before the officers cleared out, one of them closing the door to the ambulance. Her gaze fell back to Lynette. "I am so sorry."

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LYNETTE
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TLynette tried to cooperate as Warren and a veteran EMT called Tori slid her up onto the bench, one of the other three motioning for the officer outside to close the doors before the ambulance pulled away. Two EMTs worked on either of the victims, Warren working frantically to staunch the blood flow as the two on the other side of the roll cage were already trying to extract. Lynette’s vision blurred - Tori’s pink scrubs became a blur, a bubblegum blob on a bustling grey backdrop. Warren seemed like a blue marshmallow, despite his lanky frame. Adelaide stood out for some reason, but Lynette doubted it showed in her eyes - she wore a faraway expression, eyes wide and nearly unseeing. Her hands were still white-knuckle-grasping the netting, but she was secured to the bench. As if she were drunk, the EMT was babbling slurred words of reassurance for her team and the officer who had been swept up in the chaos. Things like, “okay,” “alive,” “see,” “breath,” and “hurt.” She could feel, a sure sign the woman wasn’t going into shock, but with the dying down of panic came desperate pain. The bullet had stricken her and nestled in; it was as though a semi truck has rolled over the joint. It occurred to Lynette then to scream - the sound she’d been holding in escaped in a high-pitched shrieking moan that tore out of her throat when Tori pressed particularly hard on her shoulder, switching positions with Warren, somehow therapeutic to let out. The wail was common with extreme pain, but Lynette never expected it to come from her mouth. The fluorescent lights above her began to fade in and out, dark spots creeping into the edges of her vision. She started to mutter and shake, prompting one of the other EMTs to break out the spare oxygen mask. They hooked the machine up quickly, fitting the mask over Lynette’s nose and mouth and stretching the straps around the curvature of her occipitals. The lower strap found its was across her nape and mastoids. Her lip curled below the mask, struggling to take in the oxygen being forced through her windpipe.

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