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f1rechaser asked: "Have you been up all night?" ( to anyone who has a 911 verse )

Sigourney Pryde, originally of L.A.F.D. House 147 but seeing as how that house was taken out by a mudslide, that leaves Sigourney and the other firefighters of the 147 as floaters, if they wanted to continue on as firefighters, to which Sigourney did and so she was a floater. This floating position has of late has her floating to House 118. There were some stories of this House and what it's folks went through and frankly being floated here made Sigourney kind of nervous, and yet excited. She wondered what the people were like. She was so nervous in fact that she came down to the station hours early and instead of going home and back to sleep like someone sane, Sigourney Merrianne Pyrde waited. Needless to say when her shift came around, she was half dead waiting at the table in the loft in what appeared to be a kitchen area. Nice. It was here that a voice behind her caused her to slide off her hand that her head was resting on, jump, and turn around to see someone that Sigourney had seen around when multiple departments are called to fires. Sigourney thought her name was Anya, they had met once, in passing. "Wah! Uh... Yeah! Sorry. Anya right? uh...Sigourney." Sigourney stuck her hand out to offer for Anya to shake it as she stood up to greet the other firefighter. "I...uh....I'm from the 147. Our house got squashed in the mudslide. So now I'm a floater and being borrowed here. 'nd uh... pretty much yeah been up all night. Was nervous bout comin here. Sorry." Sigourney scratched the back of her head with her opposite hand and chuckled nervously.

They'd been walking through the part for a few hours and she still hadn't told her sister what was going on. She'd gotten accepted into the vice training even though she'd just got done with the police academy. She hoped that Anya would be happy for her but it was always a cointoss what she would think. Vice was hard and most of it had to do with undercover and trafficking work.

Karina knew she wanted to do trafficking work and she was little, looked younger than she was and it was part of the reason she'd been accepted, that and perfect scores on her tests and a good word from Kara. Reaching out, Karina took Anya's hand and pulled her towards the bench where they could look out over the ocean.

the boy was drenched from head to toe. his beaten sneakers trickle watery imprints with each step. he seats himself on the ambulance bumper, leaving his backpack – ratty, well-loved – at his feet. he ain’t used to it. (putting his trust into a first responder. his chestnut eyes watch her.)

❛ nobody held the elevator? ❜ - rebecca @f1rechaser

"It would appear so, and the elevators here are slower than molasses in January." Rebecca said sighing, she just wanted to get home and collapse into bed.

@f1rechaser asked: ✉ - Bobby

Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did. | Accepting

[Anya]: I'm tempted to drink [unsent]

[Anya]: I didn't drink [unsent]

[Anya]: Selfpity party of one [unsent]

[Anya]: You remind me of my daughter Brooke [unsent]

[Anya]: These days are getting harder and harder [unsent]

for a silly starter . - to nurse becca LOL! @f1rechaser

"You brought in a guy who got his arm stuck in one of those plastic tubes hamsters run around in, with twenty minutes left in my shift. Breakfast is on you, Barnes." Becca said when Anya finally got off her shift.

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