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Laylah Stone
 Posted: Jan 24 2018, 08:28 PM
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Laylah really needed a hobby. This was something she had decided on not long ago, but she'd been so busy lately that she hadn't really put much thought into figuring one out. No, that wasn't correct. Busy wasn't a good term for a firefighter in Lochland Grove, not when you used to the high impact, high pressure, no sleep situations that New York City put you through. For Laylah Stone the laid-back atmosphere of Lochland Grove, while intense for some people, was so incredibly slow-moving that it had taken her months to get used to the rotation itself. Not that there weren't reasons for the truck to be sent out, there really were. The town was large enough to have its daily issues, but half of them tended to be low impact and quick to resolve, and she'd been dispatched on more than one occasion to an elderly woman's house two minutes or so ahead of the ambulance that would take over.

This wasn't her complaining, mind you. Laylah much preferred where she was now over the life she had been leading before. Everything had been so fast-paced, so streamlined, that she hadn't even had two minutes of time to herself to realize her husband had been cheating on her for over a year. continuing on in the department where he was hadn't been a choice she'd been willing to make, and the mention of the small out of the way place that her friend had jokingly suggested had been enough for her to pack up her entire life and move it. Of course that, in itself, had been a depressing procedure, as she'd come to realize her entire life fit into four boxes, and didn't even take up the bed of the Ford F-150 that she drove.

She was at the station today, that much was true, but it had been one of those slow going sorts of days. Just another in a long line of them. That had left Layla milling about the firehouse, leaning equipment, checking the water tank on one of the trucks, making sure her uniform was where it should be. Lunch had come and gone, and while the others had wandered off for their lunch hours, Layla stayed behind, half a sandwich hanging out of her mouth as she scribbled a note on the paper she had clipped to the small clipboard in her hands. She knew she should be making friends, settling in, she'd been in Lochland Grove for nearly a year now, but life had been so much easier standing to the side and watching it pass her by. She did her job, and she did it damn well, over the top well in some cases, but aside from that, she doubted anyone knew much else about her.
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Bernard Tankevwe
 Posted: Jan 25 2018, 01:09 PM
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With a rush of cold air the Ambulance bay door tugged open, hitched, and then began to rise as it rolled into the ceiling. The door was fully open before the back up alarms began to beep on the ambulance itself, an attention getting screech of a beep signalling the vehicle was rolling backwards.

Once the truck came to a complete stop, the back doors popped open and Tank hopped out, turning around and pulling the stretcher out. The wheels popped down on the goureny as it rolled out, and once it was out Tank gave it a short push to get it out of his way, then sighed and crossed his arms. "Why don't they ever puke in the bag...." Good thing he wasn't squeamish, otherwise it might have ruined the lunch he'd packed for the day.

The driver's door open and closed, his partner exiting from the truck before the man rounded the doors, "I've gotta piss like a russian race horse, then'll be back to help clean." Stephen eyed the interior of the truck before smacking Tank on the shoulder, "Good luck until then." And then walked off. Tank chuckled a little, "Yeah, thanks. I'll need it." He looked side to side, strumming fingers along bicep, "And a bucket...." He stared down the ick that was the floor of his ambulance before sighing, shaking his head, and turning away to find a bucket.

He noticed the other in the bay and gave a short wave accompanied with a smile to Stone, plucking a bucket from a stack of them. "Hey Stone." He'd never really had a chance to talk with the woman directly, but he was fine by that. More of a passing greet.



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Laylah Stone
 Posted: Jan 27 2018, 05:37 PM
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Her head tilted at the sound of the docking ambulance, giving it a consideration for a long moment, before turning back to the clipboard in her hand. She checked another item off, walking a slow circle around the side of the truck and tearing a bite of her sandwich out with her teeth and fingers. She listened quietly to the conversation happening nearby, contemplating the valves and readouts along the side of the truck, before scribbling some numbers into place and setting the clipboard aside. As she did she stuffed the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth, her head cocked to the side to glance around the truck once more and watch the goings on.

Not that she was eves dropping or anything....okay she was probably evesedropping, at least a little bit. She didn't do it on purpose, to be honest, but when you spent as much time alone as Laylah did you tended to pick up odd hobbies....apparenlty this was one of the new ones. Giving a shake of her head she swallowed the last of her food and swept her hand down the front of her face, turning on her heel to grab a bucket from nearby.

"Hey, Tank." That was what everyone called him, right? Or was she shortening his last name like she was giving him a pet name? That gave her a second of pause, before she shook it off and turned to move back towards him, bucket in one hand and gloves in the other hand, eyebrows perked upwards. "Need some help? Since you've been abandoned by your partner, and I'm not doing anything but checking the same guages I checked like thirty minutes ago."

That was how you started, in the least. Offer help, be friendly. Stop acting like you were some kind of social pariah. She had to push herself outside of her current comfort zone. Laylah wasn't always a shut in who relied on books to give her some sort of adventure, she use to reach out and grab it herself...maybe it was time to do that again.
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Bernard Tankevwe
 Posted: Feb 5 2018, 12:54 AM
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"Need some help? Since you've been abandoned by your partner, and I'm not doing anything but checking the same gauges I checked like thirty minutes ago." Tank was, admittedly, surprised when Stone came over with a bucket and gloves in hand. "Oh yeah," He chuckled as he plucked a pair of blue gloves from his back pocket, "I'd love some help, long as you aren't easily squeamish." It wasn't rare to receive help, but it was fairly rare to have someone offer to help clean out the back of the ambulance.

Heck there had been one time Tank had just backed up the unit and sprayed the interior out with a pressure sprayer after removing select equipment. Yeah. That had been a bad call.

He moved around the ambulance, retrieved a squeegee and mop, and came back around before passing the mop to Stone. "I'll squeegee." He chuckled, enjoying the use of the word. He climbed into the back of the ambulance and sighed, clearing his throat after. "So," He turned around to look back, having to somewhat duck in the unit to avoid bumping his head. Sure, it might have been a six foot head clearance but Tank stood taller- his head was tilted slightly to accommodate. "The rig look good?"
He looked down at the vomit on the floor and used the squeegee to push it towards the back of the ambulance slowly.

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