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The Chimera Project

Edward stuck his head outside the window and waved to get the other's attention.

"Hey, Get in! We're gunna use this truck!" He called, careful to not be too loud.
 
Bakur took Ed's "get in" warning as a yes to this question and hopped into the back of the truck. "Whee!" Bakur shouted, exhilarated even though the vehicle hadn't even moved an inch yet. This was his first time in a truck, and he was excited about feeling what it was like.
 
Troy followed after Bakur, who was apparently excited. Troy was just as excited as Bakur was; he was always curious about what it was like to be in the back of the truck. It was dark, but at least he wasn't dead.
 
Edward prodded Shea softly in the side with a steel finger, his head back in the truck now.

"Ok, I think we can head out now..." He mumbled, looking down at the ragged hole in his arm. Dried blood clung to the torn skin, and the butt of the bullet was barely visible. He stuck his finger in, then winced and decided that was a bad idea, so removed it again.
 
Shea turned her head to see Ed prod his wound and sighed, putting the truck in gear. "You should let me see that after we get out of here... We need to make sure it is cleaned and bandaged..."

The Truck lurched forward as Shea's foot gently pressed down onto the gas. "So I am assuming we just want to go out that open gate?" Shea asked, breathing deeply to keep herself from blushing. Being so close to this new friend of her made her feel... strange. Tingly.
 
Bakur began to get hyper, an extremely rare event. In a silly tone, he said, "They're drivin' a truck. Driving a truck. We're going to drive thee truc-k." Bakur calmed down a little but was still excited and obsessed with driving trucks.
 
"Yeah, just... Go. Then find a nice out of the way place to park and wait for Mustang..." Edward said quietly, before opening his mouth in a wide yawn, his tounge curling like a cat's.

His tail was finally not moving, just laying in his lap without moving, and his ears were upright, one of them twitching every so often. His whiskers were flicking too, and his eyes started to slide shut.

"So... Tired..."
 
Troy joined in with Bakur's happiness. "Drivin' a truck... drivin' a truck..." He guessed Bakur was just bored. "Come on, let's be serious now."
 
When the truck lurched, Bakur shouted, "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" But he heard the word "serious" from Troy, and he was completely snapped out of hyperactivity. "I'm bored," he said, with his normal tone of voice returned. He rested his cheek on his half-Nidoking hand, and rested that elbow on his full-Nidoking knee.
 
Shea sped up a little bit. Normally she'd be amused by the antics of the others in the back,. but instead she kept her eyes on the road... Ed's fatigue was worrying her. If he was tired due to blood loss, he needed to get cleaned up soon to stop any residual bleeding. For a moment, she looked at Ed again, curled up like a kitten. He was so peaceful when he was sleeping, unlike how he had been acting since they met. She smiled softly, then returned her gaze to the road, seeing a fork in the road ahead, with three paths. The first two were plain as day, black tar road, but the third on the right most side was obscured from the road, save for a trail made by tire-tracks. She turned down that road, hoping that any search parties wouldn't follow them.

Almost immedietly she slowed down after she turned, the rough terrian making the car rattle back and forth. At a slower speed, Shea drove about three miles then stopped.

"Ed? We need to get you cleaned up." Shea said softly poking his good arm while biting her own lip. She had just met this boy and she was already finding him important, and it was very strange for her.
 
(Eventually, Troy gets more of a happy personality through the RPG)
When the truck stopped, Troy was disappointed. "Darn. I liked the vibrating sensation. It made my arms feel normal." However, he noticed that they were dripping a bit. Oh, well, it couldn't hurt the bottom of the truck. It wasn't acidic or anything.
 
Edward yawned again, curling round himself protectively and mumbling under his breath. Few words were legible, but a few could be understood. 'Mother'... 'Alphonse'...

He rolled onto his wounded arm and cried out, eyes snapping open and tail sticking up, fur standing on end. He looked around as if expecting to be under attack, sighed, and started to settle down again, when he noticed Shea.

"Oh... Hi. Where are we...?"
 
Bek, who was sitting in the back gave a loud,"WHEEEEE!!!" as the truck went fast. She was tired of being serious at the moment.
 
((...damn. I should stay online more))
Fang , sitting on crates in the back of the truck, yawns a bit as he watched the lab disappear from veiw.

bye bye, not so nice to have known you

He then looks down at the rest of the gang, watching them carefully and quietly.

Hope something interesting happens....Lucario...heh

He starts to day dream, thinking back to how he got into this mess.
 
"I don't really know..." Shea said, unsure of whther this was the best place to stop. "I just pulled out into the middle of this... I think it is a farm, so that we could clean up your wound without worrying about being found."

Leaning towards Ed, Shea ripped off her right sleeve. "Let me see where you got shot..."
 
Edward held out his arm, not having the strength to fight them off anymore. He let his eyes slip shut again, sighing. It was a warm night, and it was making him tired...
 
When Bek gave a loud "WHEE," however, Bakur perked back up again and made a weird noise as the truck went over bumps. "Agugaggggugagagagugalullagugalug..." In fact he was just droning on but the bumps on the road made it sound like that.
 
Bek, regaining her sanity, approached Shea and Ed,"Is there anyway I can help? Like get the bullet out, or what?" ((I forget, what does psychic include? Reading minds? mind control? IONNO!!))
 
Winry hope out of the truck as well, walking next to Ed. Once she saw the wound on his arm, she crossed her arms. "Better not loose your arm Ed, cause I'm not making you another one. One metal arm is enough for you."

Although, once she saw the seriousness of the wound, she got worried and bent down next to him and Shea. "Anything I can do to help?" she asked. She thought about taking off her headband to use to help stop the blood... although, that might involve people seeing her hairless head...
 
((I'd say Reading minds~))

"It'll heal..." Edward mumbled, leaning his head back a bit.

His tail was swaying softly, and holding out his arm to be examined. At least they were away from that place... Mustang would be here soon, and he'd help them...
 
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