Who: Rolanda Hooch and [OPEN] When: Late Afternoon 29 March Where: Outside the compound and a ways down, hopefully somewhat sheltered from dinosaurs. What: A meeting of the tribe Rating/Status: PG-13? | Ongoing IC/OOC
It was not that Rolanda Hooch was not hurting, but a badger never shrank away just because the fight got real. Ro had been hexed and scuffed in countless ways over the past few years and even shot, the throbbing pain in her hand, while more immediate was nothing unusual, except current and psychological, but it was a reminder of what she was doing. She had torn a strip from the too small sweater Beta had given them in the iceworld and made an impromptu and tight bandage before writing to the compound then left to wait outside.
She had tried--several times--to discard her journal and pin, but neither was successful. The scientists were good , she had to give them that and there was little doubt in her mind things would only get worse. They'd already taken one of them Merlin knew where, but Ro didn't give up the fight and a distracted group of scientists would be easier to fight. That's why BMAF orders were like they were--escape, resist, rebel and your enemy would be distracted from his war by attempting to control you.
Ro smoked one of the regulation fags she had brought with her and leaned against the compound wall, she'd give the residents about half an hour and then who ever came, they'd go for a walk.