No "I" in "Team" (Semi-Lit)(Accepting)

[Orihara .]

N/A

[amithethird]

(Not Accepted.)

Farah hefted the jug of chemicals and smiled,
"I think this will do," she said.
She set the jug down and rooted through the janitor's closet until she found a pack of matches. She put those in her pocket and unscrewed the lid of the jug. She poured some of the chemical on the floor around the door and on the door its self.
"Everyone clear out. We don't want to get caught in this when it blows," she said. She poured a little trail of the chemical away from the door, put the lid back on, and placed the jug in front of the door. She struck a match. She tossed the flame on to the trail and the fire immediately sprang up. It began to gobble up the chemical, racing for the door.
"Go! Go! Run!" Farah yelled, shooing everyone from the halls.
As they ran through the cubicle area, there was a great fiery whoosh that rushed from the hall as the fire reached it's target. Farah could hear the Words yelping over the crackling of the flames.
"Go! Downstairs!" she yelled.

(Hope you guys don't mind the wee bit of powerplaying I did in that last paragraph. )

[JaclyntheAristocrat]

{ It's ok Purple C; }

| Rerae Ferrel |
| Location: Downstairs | Crush: None | Emotion: Hurrying |

She grabbed her coat at the last second and raced down the stairs, her platinum hair flying as she caught up with the others. She stopped running when it was safe and wiped the soot from her coat and pants. She heard the crashing and helpless yowls of the Words trying to get away from the flames. She leaned up against a desk that was partly destroyed, "That was close... too close..." She looked around, it was dark since the upstairs blocked the light coming down. She turned on her flashlight and shone it ahead of her.

[amithethird]

Farah took a deep breath and listened a moment to the crackling flames and yelping Words.
"Come on, let's get out of this death trap before the ceiling collapses on us or worse," she said. She looked at the others, "If you see any Words trying to escape, shoot them."
She started forward, motioning for the others to follow. She stood beside Re since she had the light. She shoved her hands into her pockets. She'd have to radio this in to the lab when they got back to camp. She hoped that the long range radio was still working. Ever since a particularly nasty Owl attack the thing had been spazzy and unreliable.

[Mudwiggles]

Kiere yelped like a girl, and started frantically crash-bang-running his way down the stairs. He ripped his trusty little pistol out of his pocket and frantically armed himself, ready for the possible onslaught of about 10 burning Words.
He just kept running, running and running, listening to the Words warble and wail heinously from the floor above.
Kind of offputting, really. But he shoved it to the back of his mind as he skidded down the last 3 stairs, and reached Re, Farah and the others. His pistol was still clutched in his hot little hand, and he grinned in a tired, worried way.
~*~
Kiere nodded at Farah's motion, and clicked his pistol back, wary for Words as he followed the rest of the group.
"Kiere."
There was a voice. Kiere nearly shot like a rocket straight out his skin, until he recognized it.
"Dude, it's Lio. Not a magic talking word. Don't freak." Lionel whispered in the quietest voice ever.
Well, he was a whistler, it was to be expected. Kiere wouldn't have been surprised if he was the only one who could hear him, even if incredibly faintly. He simply nodded in responce, and Lionel smiled, the two of them setting off together into the dark, tailing the rest of the group.

[AqueousSnake]

Niko couldn't help but smirk as the Words whined, being burned to death. Unfortunately now he probably couldn't return to the office as most of it's contents would probably be destroyed. "That had to have been all of them," Niko said, pistol still ready for any possible encounters.
(WB)

[JaclyntheAristocrat]

| Rerae Ferrel |
| Location: Downstairs | Crush: None | Emotion: Protective |

She made sure no one was looking then took out a colored picture of a tall, brown-haired smiling boy with blue eyes. She read the bottom, that one word that kept her going, 'Slyvester'. She smiled and placed the picture of her brother in her pocket, making sure it was wrapped back into it's protective case. In her other hand she held her pistol, her pointer finger on the trigger just in case.

{ WB; It's spreads xD }

[amithethird]

"Most likely," Farah said, "Keep an eye out while we're outside, but I think the Words will be too busy panicking to come up with a decent escape strategy. Let's get back to camp."
She stopped a minute when they go outside, getting her boundaries. She found the direction they'd come from and waved with her hand for the others to follow. While they walked she assessed herself. No damage as far as she could see in the way of blood. She'd look at her foot when they got back just to make sure the metal hadn't bent any. It was probably fine though. She had some scrapes on her flesh arm, but was fine other wise.
When they got back to camp, she wasn't all the surprised to see Dominic sitting on a rock, tossing something around.
Why is he even on this team? she mused. She gave him a curt nod when he waved and headed for the long distance radio.

Dominic ignored Farah's cold greeting. She was always like that.
He ran over to the others, glad that someone enjoyed his company.
"Glad to see you guys made it out alright," he said, smiling, "Sorry I wasn't there. I got a little lost in the woods and you guys were gone by the time I found my way back. Anyone hurt?"
In his time learning about his own abilities, he'd become pretty good at taking care of flesh wounds. After all, he had to do it to himself every time he got so much as a paper cut.

[AqueousSnake]

"A few scratches here and there, nothing serious," Niko answered. " You might want to check on Re." If it were any one else Niko probably would have made a sarcastic comment about them not being there to fight. Though Dominic was ill suited for combat as a medic he did just fine. "We have anything to eat?" he asked. He hadn't eaten since this morning and he felt entitled to a bit of lunch since he had almost got eaten by a giant bird of prey and nearly mauled by a word.

[amithethird]

(Drew a picture of Farah cuz I was bored. It's not very good, but it's on the front page if anyone cares.)

Dominic nodded and snatched up a roll of gauze from his pack. He kept tons of the stuff around in case he hurt himself. For a normal person one or two rolls would be fine, but he had to layer gauze on really thick to make any sort of bandage stay put. He started off towards Re and turned when Niko asked if they had any food.
"Well, Re and I killed a rabbit and a deer. I dragged the bag into the shade over there. It's not cooked though," he gave a sheepish shrug. He hoped the meat hadn't gone bad. He figured that it probably hadn't considering it hadn't been sitting out long. All it needed was to be cooked properly.
He turned back to Re,
"Are you injured? You scared me when you ran off. I'm just glad you aren't eaten by something," he said. He smiled slightly, tossing the roll of gauze from hand to hand.