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Topic Started: Dec 18 2010, 08:31 AM (447 Views)
Buford Hollis
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Time of day: 3:00 PM
Place in the time-line: November 3rd.


He bit it, nearly the big one. That was the current shame that was coursing through Buford's head as he lay on the hospital bed. During the big fight, he was distracted and weak. He had been sick, and just plain crap. That's why he wasn't surprised when he took two to the goddamn chest.

Wasn't the first time he got shot. Took one during Wolf's Head. It was from a hand gun and poorly aimed. Hit him in the shoulder. Basic Army training helped him stop the bloodflow which got him back to the other Brothers, where Camera was able to pull something out of Grey's-Anatomy-watching ass and get the slug out. A couple days recovery with Amelia, and some pain killers got him back on the front lines.

These were shot by highly trained S.H.I.E.L.D agents with assault rifles. He should have been dead. Hell, according to the healers, he was dead for about 25 seconds. (Luckily, a 'porter got him quick. That was their job, considering the Brothers were going up against the best of the best of the best and all that jazz.)

He was on bed rest. He was tired and cranky and he couldn't stop beating himself up over how he let a little bit of mucus build up put him in the hospital bed. Even with mutant healers keeping him alive, he went through a nasty shock and they didn't want him on his feet just quite yet. Only city-wide emergencies were getting him out of bed.
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Amelia Voght
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Time marched on. Murder World had burned and people had died. A great number of SHIELD operatives had died in the melee but most of the casualties came from the explosion. It had been a bloody battle and many people had suffered injuries on the side of the Brotherhood. There were casualties for their side as well; most of them were in the minor cells. One death in the core group, however, was Camera. Her name came up among the list of the Brotherhood dead. Amelia was sad to hear of her death. Camera had been very dedicated to the cause. She wasn’t liked my many of the others but Amelia had enjoyed the young girl. They had taken a night out a long time ago and Amelia thought back fondly to that night of sushi and drinks.

Another revelation to come from that ordeal was Gambit’s true affiliation. Gambit the charming Cajun had been a double agent. He had been feeding information back to Havok and X-Factor. That man had weaseled and smiled his way into the Brotherhood. He had fooled them for the most part. He had been part of X-Factor before and then joined Magneto but had appeared to prove himself. Amelia knew better to fall for his charms and playful advances. If she had been suspicious at his first arrival those doubts had mostly been erased by his track record with Brotherhood missions.

Amelia now wondered about the time they had captured the young telepath, Alix from X-Factor. Voght flew into Gambit’s face at that time and he had still taken her away for his own private torture. The Acolyte now truly doubted if he had done anything to her at all. That fact did not improve her current opinion of the Cajun. For all the red head cared, they could bury Gambit under Sanctuary.

One of the Brotherhood members that had been seriously injured was Buford. He had been shot twice in the chest by a SHIELD agent. The word was that he had actually died for a very brief amount of time until the Sanctuary healers were able to get his stitched together. He was still in the infirmary but was on the road to recovery. Amelia walked across Sanctuary with a parcel in her hands. She could have teleported but the walk was good. It was important to put in face time on the streets among the people of Sanctuary. She nodded and said hello and various pleasantries to the people that she recognized on her way to the infirmary.

She passed by one apartment complex and noticed some markings on the side of the building. It was more graffiti. It was green spray paint that read “What About Genosha?” Amelia frowned slightly. Sanctuary had not been fully operational for that long of a time and already things like this were creeping up. She focused her powers on the paint itself. She reduced it to a vapor and set it free in the upper atmosphere of the city. She gave another look to where the paint had been and then continued.

Amelia reached the infirmary and made her way through to Buford’s bed. He was still bandaged up and looked unwell, yet alive. She had not seen him directly after the incident but she was sure his countenance was much improved. She smiled warmly to him as she came through the door. “Good afternoon Buford,” she said. “How are you feeling?”

She chuckled slightly and then added quickly, feeling silly. “I bet you feel like hell. Like you’ve been shot. I brought you some soup and crackers. Of all of the advancements we’ve made here in Sanctuary, I’m sure hospital food still tastes like hospital food, leaving much to be desired,” she said holding up the package.
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Buford Hollis
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"I feel like I need a shave," Buford said, running his stubby fingers and his monstrously big hand through his beard. He didn't go clean shaven anymore, not in a long while, but he kept his beard trimmed and tried to make himself, well, not presentable, but at least kept his appearance in the window of possibilities that he liked. At his age, he had pretty much given up on finding someone, a lady, to care about his appearance, and once he got to that stage, you'd be amazed at how far his grooming habits fell. He wasn't gross, he just stopped caring about trying to comb down his hair, or keeping his beard manageable.

"Yeah, its the small stuff that gets you," Buford said sadly, "I mean, I put in a couple thousand man hours over two years getting this place up and running, and every day, I see how inadequate my work was. There's a reason why up top, they got companies and markets to do this shit. Central planning's a bitch." He slammed his head against his pillow.

"Hell, hospital food," Buford was having second doubts about this whole Sanctuary venture. "I don't know where I was going to be able to fit that in..."

"TV's working okay?" he said, "I never had the chance to test to see if we were able to pirate the broadcast. What I'm really trying to get at is, you'd think that an Acolyte would warrant a TV in his room, or something."
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Amelia Voght
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Buford remarked that he felt like a shave was in order. True, his beard was a little more unkempt than he normally wore it. The mechanic had a neat, manly beard but during his convalescence he had let it become a little unruly. Amelia wouldn’t say it, but it was on the verge of becoming the next Grizzly Adams. Amelia was sure that she could persuade the nurses to allow him to trim his beard. He could probably do the same if only he asked. It didn’t even have to do with the fact he was an Acolyte. He wasn’t under suicide watch or a threat at all, so it seemed reasonable he would be allowed some scissors or a razor. Did Razorback feel up to the task yet, though? He was still healing after all.

He then began to comment on the fact that he spent so much time working on Sanctuary there was still immeasurable work to be done. Amelia couldn’t tell herself. In a way, it made perfect sense but without concrete examples the former nurse would not know where to begin to look for these flaws that were seeming apparent to Razorback. It was only natural that progress and enhancements could be made to any venture but she couldn’t even begin to guess. “It all seems very well planned to me,” she replied, “But improvements never hurt. Now, the option to delegate is much more viable. That should be helpful. Also, have more eyes on the project could allow for more opportunities for improvement to arise.”

“Don’t blame yourself for the hospital food. That is inescapable,” she comforted him. “As for the television, I’ve only watched it for a total of what, thirty minutes, and it seemed to be working fine. But then again you cannot ruin I Love Lucy reruns. As for getting a TV, I don’t see why not.”

Amelia wasn’t one to throw her weight around. She took her position very seriously, she would never think to abuse her power within the Brotherhood. “What good is being an Acolyte if you can’t get a few perks along the way?” she said with a wink.

Buford had slammed his head back in frustration. Amelia could understand the feeling. So much had gone wrong lately. There were cracks in the wall that they needed to seal. They couldn’t just stick their finger into the dike, they had to patch it and make sure it didn’t leak again. “How has the care been here?” Amelia asked. She had inspected the medical facilities and been part of the selection process for the medical staff but it was hard to judge something until it was implemented.
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Cain Marko
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Cain's footfalls echoed through the halls of the medical center where his friend and teammate was holed up. He'd been having too much fun at the time, but apparently one of those SHIELD agents with some competence tagged Buford with a rifle round or two. He was actually surprised that they didn't end him, but he supposed with as much shit as the Brotherhood had been through, a few bullets wouldn't put down the hog.....permanently anyway. He finally found the right room after looking around for a while, and after a short knock, he opened the door and ducked in and looked at the bedridden Buford. Amelia was there already and she and the shaggy man were having a nice little conversation about hospital food, TV and patient care; boring subjects, but they were relevant at the moment he supposed.

"Hey Amelia, you look as pretty as a picture;" he nodded his head and smiled at her before pulling a bag from behind his back and setting it on the table. Then he looked at Buford and his smile faded somewhat at seeing a comrade and brother in arms helpless in a hospital bed. That didn't last though as the fact that he was still breathing and would eventually heal crossed his mind. "Hoss, you look like shit; but that's pretty good considering you took a couple 7.62 Nato's to tha chest. Catchin bullets ain't as easy as I make it look huh?" Sure he was making jokes, but Buford was a big boy, and he seemed to be well on the way to recovery; a little light humor might brighten the mood. "Oh, and speakin a hospital food, I gotcha somethin that's actually ya know...edible and not an insult to the advances of.....food."

Reaching into the plastic bag he pulled out a plastic container with something he was sure the big pig would appreciate, especially since the alternative was applesauce and stale chicken or something. The fact that Buford had gotten shot at all was still a bit hard to wrap his mind around; not because he thought that he could doge bullets or something....but the guy had a truck that got better gas mileage than most sedans and could beat sports cars on a straightaway. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on the giant's part, but he figured the Big Pig would've had some sort of....ablative armor or something that made bullets fall out of the air at a certain range. Considering what happened because he didn't have something like that up his sleeve though, Cain wouldn't be surprised if he got working on something as soon as he was out of that assless hospital gown and back in his workshop.
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Buford Hollis
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"Eh, you're always your own hardest critic," Buford said, walking back what he said. "I mean, you didn't craft the system, so you can overlook the mistakes. You just kind of gloss over the inefficiencies." Unplanned inefficiencies. There were plenty of planned ones, for safety, and comfort. He just didn't want to make the distinction right now. "But me, every time something goes wrong, that's another failing on my part. Its aggravating. I ain't never made anything on this scale. Too much stuff to go wrong."

Amelia asked him about the quality of the care he received here. "Well, I ain't a doctor, and I don't pretend to really understand how a doctor does his doctorin' so I can't really say," Buford started, "But hey, I'm alive ain't I? Doesn't always happen when you get shot in the chest a couple times. "

"They don't really talk to me a lot," Buford said, instantly regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth, "I mean, I don't know if they're busy or they're just afraid of pissing off an Acolyte. It gets a bit lonely, you know what I'm sayin'?"

"Can't complain too badly, though," Buford said as Juggernaut entered. Buford hadn't had the highest opinion of the unstoppable mutant since the Wolf's Head job, when Marko tore a giant hole in the side of his trailer. Buford didn't take kindly to people who wrecked up the Big Pig.

"I ain't eatin' your cookin', Cain. I already just had one near-death experience. I ain't fixin' to have another," he said slyly. Buford never figured Cain for the Martha Stewart or Julia Child type.
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Amelia Voght
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Amelia agreed with Buford. A person was always their harshest critic. There were always mistakes that others missed or overlooked but you knew they were present. You could pick them out and continue to pick at the subject until it bled and you were the only one to even be aware of the problem. The Acolyte knew that it was true. Others might have forgiven her for the atrocities she had committed under the guise of Pestilence but those memories were still inside her mind. Amelia had mostly forgiven herself but it was still hard. All of those deaths were needless. She had killed in the name of mutant rights but that was on a totally different level.

Mr. Hollis commented that he wasn’t much of a man to comment on the abilities of a doctor and seemed mostly grateful to be alive. That counted for a lot in his book, Amelia’s as well, but the red head would still like to do an inspection of the hospital staff during their work duties. He then added that they didn’t talk to him very often. He had a valid point, however. Razorback was an Acolyte and held a lot of sway. The hospital staff didn’t want to risk drawing his ire. “That may be, but a patient’s recovery has as much to do with a proper bedside manner as it does medication,” Voght said.

Amelia turned slightly and peered out the door as she heard heavy footsteps resounding down the hallway. Cain Marko’s massive frame shadowed the door of the hospital room. He nodded with a smile and gave Amelia a compliment and a greeting. Amelia smiled and nodded back to the behemoth. “Thank you Cain,” she replied.

She then flinched a little at his summary of Buford’s appearance. Cain was just being honest and then maybe it would be good not to sugarcoat the situation for Buford. The mechanically inclined mutant was healing and that was all that mattered. Amelia chuckled. Buford was getting a lot of food today. “It looks like you won’t have to worry about eating hospital food for a while,” she said. “Though the hospital food might be the lesser of the two evils, in this case,” Amelia joined in on the joke with another smile to Cain. It was a very nice thought on his part.

Amelia placed her hand on the bed. “I can have some techs arrange for some television for you,” she said. “Was there anything else? I haven’t spoken with the doctors as to how long you need to stay. Do you want a planning book or a computer?” Amelia asked.
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