Luke shrugged, "Fuck it, it worked. HA." he stood up and edged over to the bars placing his back against them, "Be gentle, I'm delicate."

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 43):

"Don't worry, I won't leave a mark." This was something of a gamble. If Luke wanted to he could grab her through the bars and she would be at a disadvantage. Sometimes it was worth it to take a risk.

Assuming the MPs don't intervene and the cell placement allows it, Laney slid her left hand through the bars and felt his shoulder Muscles. "Tense." She leaned in and whispered something into his ear.

[Private to Luke Salem: "Hey, Luke, I'm guessing you don't mess with drugs much, right? I've seen a lot of users. You got too many teeth left. Your skin isn't covered in sores. I could go on."]

Luke nodded, "Yeah, tense is the least of it."

He mumbled something quietly.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael: "Good eye Laney, I don't touch the shit. Maybe weed once in a while. I figure if folks think I'm high or coming down they'll be more likely to piss off."]

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 45):

Laney chuckled as the put her other hand through the bar and started giving him an honest massage. "I can work out some kinks but I'm not an expert. Like all things in life, you want extra you gotta pay for it. Well, you want anything if and when we get out of here, let me know. I work with the good shit for a living."

00:29, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 20 using 1d20 with rolls of 20.  Back Massage.

Best Goddamn backrub of your life, Mister!

Luke smiled and took a deep breath, sincerely appreciating the shoulder rub. It wasn't what it could be, he could tell, but given the situation this was nothing to complain about at all. "Tell you what, hotness, we get outta these cages and we can make arrangements. You're awfully good for 'not an expert'."

OOC Luke is quite pleased with his massage lol

With Luke taking Laney up on the massage like a little puppy and it did look like he was enjoying it, it allowed a smooth transition outta the sarcastic banter that had passed the time.  Joint grabs the sleeping kit he was given finds what could be considered the most defend-able spot and sits down resting his forearms on his knees.  Once in while taking a sip from his water till it is gone.

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 47):

She chuckled. "My pleasure, Luke. I got some practice when my husband was alive.

"I hope we get out of here soon. Even if there have been some "misunderstandings" that led to us being here, it's better off if we're doing something useful. Even outside the wire, which would be my preference."

Luke nodded, "Don't much give a shit, as long as we're out of here. Fucked up out there, fucked up being stuck in here. Least I'm getting a back rub out of this mess."</Red Luke paused, as messed up as he was, she'd lost her husband, <Red>"Sorry for your loss Laney."

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 50):

Laney replied, sincerely, "thanks, Luke. He died a couple years ago. Not because of the flu or one of the crazies. It was cancer." That wasn't completely true. The cancer hadn't actually killed Greg, he'd taken his own life. She wondered if the struggle against the disease had sapped his will to live, and along with the mental trauma he'd gone through, that was enough to push him over the edge.

"I hate to ask... did you lose anyone today?"

Luke shook his head, "Nah, no one that mattered like that. Never really had that sorta thing. Being the wild ass street kid kinda keeps folks at bay. Typically, I'm a loner. Since this shit went down today, I can see the validity in safety in numbers, plus, you give good back rubs." he grinned, trying to lighten the mood somewhat.

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 52):

She chuckled, pleased at the compliment.

"It did help to have people out there to watch my back, and I watched their backs. I wonder how Ace and Maria Delores are doing?

"But I'm glad you didn't lose anyone special today. No family? If we get out of here, maybe we could look for someone you want to bring to safety."

Luke shrugged, "Fuck em, they gave up on me a long time ago, any family I did have, I don't really remember. Bounced around, you know, troubled orphan... abandoned, whatever the term is now. Nah, I'm good. I'll take care of you and muscles here. But the rest of these assholes, well, they gotta earn that."

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 54):

Laney chuckled. "True that. Everyone's gotta earn their way now. The people used to living on the streets, fighting for their meals, they gonna know what to do. Other folks that had it easy, the rich, the ones used to soft living, they gonna be in for a real shock. At least until things get better." If they ever do in our lifetime, she added to herself.

"I wonder how much things gonna change?"

Luke shrugged, "Way I see it, life goes on, just more people who are trying to kill me now. Either way, they got it to do, I ain't no bitch. And yes, the richies are gonna be in for a real mind fuck once this settles in on them. Would almost pity them, but they ain't worth it mostly."

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 54):

Joint was staring into space not paying to much attention to the prattling of the love birds until one of Luke's comments caught his attention.

"Boy you must have some pretty slick skills if you think that you can help me out ever with what we all saw going on today out there.  We get outta here best thing to do will be to bounce out then be tied up with as few people as possible.  Mobility is gonna be the key man, you seem like a crazy shit and I don't mind rollin with that or the Nubian princess there.  When you add more people you add more problems if yeah hear what I am sayin."

Luke nodded, "I do in fact have some slick skills hoss. I've been on my own since I was a kid, streets, abusive foster homes, you know... the whole sob story. 'Cept it actually happened. I figure between the three of us, we need to know who can do what, so we know who we need to pick up along the way if we find anyone worth a shit. Crazy shit, describes me perfectly."

Laney nodded, sadly. "I meant more there aren't gonna be too many people left lookin' like me if this goes on too long. Not necessarily because folks are racist, although I'm certain there's a few that are itchin' to try out their brand new rifles now they don't gotta be "politically correct" any more when it comes to black people too close to their houses. People see white people in a store, they think they're "scavenging", they see black folks and they think "looters". And I heard a lot of folks say they gonna take the law into their own hands when it comes to looters. Saw that during Katrina.

"The rich might be in for a surprise, but they got the money and resources to help themselves out, always have. They also the ones that pay the police. And where there's no law, they hire "private security". Also seen that during Katrina. It was Blackwater then, now it could be any cracker with a gun. The military I think is gonna be more helpful, God bless 'em, but but they ain't used to being in America and they might act a little heavy. But poor folks of all colours don't have strong houses to hide in, food to eat or cars to drive someplace safe.

"Big groups ain't too bad, I made it here with about fifteen or sixteen people. Only lost one after we found some trucks. But it is more trouble. Thing is, you get outta here, where you gonna go? Can't keep moving forever."

"And we can't stay here forever, hoping things will get better just as fast as they got worse. We don't know how bad it is out there this second. But I have a thing about being caged up like this. It ain't for me. But you're right, mostly, about the looting and scavenging comments, except I'd be considered a looter too, I'd wager. Tiny over there too probably." he indicates Joint with a nod of his head. "Color's a big part. Maybe. But poor white folks get looked at about the same."

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 60):

"Oh, I ain't arguing we should stay here. Once these people get their act together I suspect it'll be as safe as anywhere. But even if and when we get out of this cage this base won't be much better'n a prison because it's still military rule and civilians don't get a say. And regular folks aren't gonna like that after too long.

"As to where to go to... I think we need to think about relocating to someplace that's safe, far enough so that we're not under military rule, but close enough if we need help. Close enough to places we can salvage for supplies, far enough we won't get overwhelmed. Water. Food. I don't fancy being no farmer, and salvage only goes so far. But I think we have skills and training that other folks will find useful, pay us for.

"Poor folks gonna have it tough, no question. Poor city folks the worst. Poor folks in the countryside? Probably a little better off. At least if you look White, they gotta talk to you first before they decide they don't like your looks!"

She laughed a little, the lowered her voice so that it wouldn't carry to the MP guards.

"To lay my cards on the table, as you know I'm a paramedic. I ain't a surgeon but give me some tools and I can save lives. I'm a damn good driver and an all right mechanic. I hot-wired a couple of trucks to get everyone here, and let's just say locked doors ain't much of a problem for me. I'm familiar with radio communications, although I can't fix electronics."
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Luke spoke quietly too, "As you probably guessed, most of my skills involve keeping me alive in the streets. Not the most marketable skillset, like yours. But I can fight. And I can find shit people don't want us to find."

The USAF MP’s abruptly end everyone’s conversations by stating lights out and then turning the lights off. Despite there being almost complete darkness, the conversations pick up again for a short time. Everyone eventually goes to sleep. The next morning the women are first let out of their cells and led to a showering facility. Once they return the men are allowed to do the same. Throughout the day each person in the stockade is taken into a room to speak with a USAF officer. Some return, and most others don’t.

Those who don’t comeback are those being released. Some of those being released (such as Joint and Luke) are given an orange set of coveralls to change into. Others (such as Laney) are not given a new set of coveralls. Everyone is then loaded up on a short white shuttle bus. As they travel from their part of Nellis Air Force Base to where the rest of the civilians are they can see that some areas are completely blockaded and guarded.

The civilian refugee area is a row of large aircraft hangers situated next to the flight line. The whole area appears to be barricaded by a line of HESCO barriers, topped with barb wire. A few breaks in the wall are obviously gates to allow access.

The former ‘detainees’ are dropped off at one of the hangers. They are given an MRE, a blanket, and pillow then told to find an empty cot.

OOC: I will soon open another thread for you to post in.

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 62):

Joint looks over to the love birds having confessional time with one another and adds his typical two cents.

"Well sharing is caring right?"

Giving them both a sarcastic grin

"Tell me what your dream house, car, or gun looks like and I can build it from scratch.  You want a vehicle that can quarter mile in nine flat consider it done, you want a precision semi auto long range three o eight set up in a min I am your spotter.   Hell looks like safe house business is gonna be booming for me.  And as for locks well just call me Mr. Smith.  I spent my time once I got in trouble trying to never get in trouble again only to learn a shit ton that gets me in trouble.  Now shut the fuck up and lets hit or racks for some shut eye."

Luke shrugs in the dark, "First smart thing you've said hoss," he chuckled, "Sweet dreams big guy."

In reply to Joint (msg # 64):

"Back at'cha, sleep tight." Laney settled back and closed her eyes.