K. Santana-Estevez

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About K. Santana-Estevez

ERT Emergency Response Intern

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Character Biography

Name: Kristen Santana-Estevez

DOB: 12/2/1997
Current Address: 146 Apache St, Arcadia Apartment 3C
Job/Title: Intern

Previous Residences (including hometown):
Arcadia

Height: 5'4
Weight: 140
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Distinguishing Features:
Hair Length: 2 inches past shoulders
Cup Size: 36D

Family:
Father: Marco Santana
Mother: Theresa Santana-Estevez
Brother: Jonathan Santana-Estevez
Sister: Emily Santana-Estevez
Brother: Kevin Santana-Estevez

Biography:
Kristen Santana-Estevez was born on the night of December 2 1997 to Marco and Theresa Santana-Estevez. Marco, Who owned an architecture firm, and Theresa, an Family Law attorney. Kristen grew up as the second oldest out of 4 in an upper middle class Puerto Rican family that valued education and hard work and striving to be the very best.

Growing up her childhood involved going to school at the prestigious Arcadia Prep and getting involved in various clubs and on the track team. During the summer she would split it between family vacations across the world and visiting her grandparents in Puerto Rico. Kristen Excelled in school but felt had no direction aside from succeeding. After years of hearing stories from both of her parents about the cutthroat nature of their jobs and her parents' often unscrupulous tactics with business and the legal system, Kristen became well versed in getting ahead.

Kristen was accepted into CFU as an early admission into the school of public affairs in the emergency management program with a minor in business with the intention of going into business continuity and eventually starting a disaster preparedness consulting company. Kristen got this idea while on vacation with her family in her teens when a tropical storm hit the island resort they were staying at and the hotel management had no emergency plans in place.

Kristen is set to graduate with her master's from CFU and has received a paid internship from the Shiloh county ERT. A rare opportunity that she will make the most of to start her career in emergency management

Employment history:

Recent Posts

Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

August 12, 2023

'that's an intercom, it allows us to talk over the rotor noise without needing to shout, each headset back there can plug into any jack on the bird for redundancy incase one fails, there's also helmets with built in mics for the same reasons and purpose, I just got them stowed away right now barring mine for the anti glare of the visor its not currently configured for it,but I can load a litter in here with basically all the stuff you'd find on an ambulance hanging from any number of stowable fold down hooks, all in all, i can carry seven thousand pounds of weight internally, or sling eight thousand pounds underneath, with the base aircraft, any questions?'
'We don't have a history of crashing right?'
*I say half jokingly*
"Damage, debris, new wash outs, things that look like they don't belong. Also errant bank trucks with money pouring out the back. And I wouldn't mind a few ice cream carts if we can find any. And the headset, I suppose that depends how much you like your hearing and how much you want to hear the rest of us. Just remember, until I start paying you for your services, Workers Comp won't cover you."
'So does that mean there's a job opening in the future?'
*I put my seatbelt on. I'm not super excited about the helicopter since my dad tried to scare me when we did the helicopter tour when I was a kid. The pilot does her preflight and gets in*
Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

August 9, 2023

"Alright Kristen, you ready for a run? Basically, we're going to survey the area, report back damages and when we get down, we'll have you brief the IC."
*Feeling a little bit nervous that I have to address the Assistant Commissioner. We make our way to the chopper and Burke opens the door for me.*
'Is there anything I should be looking for?'
*I say as I slide down the gray vinyl covered bench.*
'Put these on?'
*I motion to the headset hanging from a hook*
Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

August 8, 2023

"Alright, Assistant Commissioner Renken says the EST is getting ready and should be able to start a search there soon, but if you wanted to go up with me, we can do a flyover of the town for new damage, and then you can report it back to Renken. Could be a good practice for you. Ever been in a helicopter before?"
'I did once when I was 7 but I haven't been since. I was so scared then but I'm kind of excited now.'
Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

August 5, 2023

"So, have you ever worked with the SAR guys before? I'd like to see you get into the field today. We had a washout, so I was thinking you take a team of them to check out the washout and check for anything new around there. We've still got a handful of missing people too, might find a live rescue if you're lucky."
'I met one on my way in here and he was creepy and hitting on me. But you want me to lead a team? How many are still missing?'
Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

August 3, 2023

Listening as Burke rips apart one of the other intern or low level ERT drone for interrupting actual business and looking like shit while doing it. Ive never seen him get nasty with someone but it was real interesting to see him get dominant with someone.
"Well, as long as you get dirty doing work, that's not as bad. But if you're coming with me, expect it to be dirty."
'Getting dirty better be a promise.'
I say under my breath just loud enough so he can hear
Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

August 3, 2023

"If you want, you can come with me, I'm going to check in with SAR and see if we can't get a drone from the sheriffs to survey the area. Did they issue you coveralls? Not sure if you'd wanna cover up or not in the county. Roads are in hard shape and that's the best of the town."
'They didn't give me any coveralls. It took them a while for them to get pants that fit right. You know, Latina problems.'
*I say with a grin as I make eye contact. I know he's looking as A few other people bombard Burke with introductions and questions as I follow him to staging*
Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

August 3, 2023

"Good morning Kristen. Did you check in with logistics? If so, I'm headed over to staging to chat with SAR and Sheriff to look at another washout at Route 40."
'Yes sir I did. I'm not sure if you were aware but there appear to be some barnyard creatures that have escaped from a farm. I almost had an incident with one on the way over here.'
*I say trying to downplay the sheep that was wandering the road when I arrived. We walk over to the staging area*
'So where do you want me for this?'
Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

August 3, 2023

After hearing the commissioner would be out at the flood relief site I decide it would be in my best interest to head out there to get some much needed face time with him. I go down to the garage and sign out one of the few vehicles not pulled for flood duty. I take the keys and read the tag on them that reads 50-81. I walk through the garage until I find an aging yellow Nissan.
'Que pedazo de mierda'
*I get into the truck and see that is hasn't been used in a while. As I turn the key it comes to life, But as if it was on life support. The engine slowly turns over and the siren controller beeps on. Pulling the lever for the windshield washer the motor hums and nothing comes out. I pull the truck out of the lot and onto the public road. This is embarrassing and I am questioning if this will even make it out to the flood relief site. As I make the long drive out there I start to see the beginning of the flood damage. As I never really came out to this part of the county, The desolate roads combined with the flood damage make it feel creepier than I would assume it would normally be. As I check Waze for the coordinates for the ERT site, I look up and see a sheep in the road. I quickly swerve into the opposing lane. I correct the Nissan into the right lane. If there was more traffic this could have been a disaster. In the distance, I see a roadblock with one of the SAR trucks parked there. I look down at the siren controller and flick on the lights. The SAR guy moves the barrels out of the way as I roll down the window.*
'What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here by yourself?'
Why do we get the creepiest people imaginable to volunteer for these things?
'I'm with the ERT, I'm assigned to the commissioner's office.'
I say in my most professional voice, not telling him I'm an intern.
'Oh, I didn't know that I thought you could have gotten lost.'
'Is that why I'm in an emergency vehicle with lights, and I have a uniform on.'
'The command post is up the road, But if you get lost.'
'If I get lost I have a radio and I can call the desk.' I say cutting him off.
Before he can answer I put the truck back in gear and go down the road to the command post. I park the truck and sign in, While I'm doing that I subtly ask where the commissioner is and make my way over to him. I see him in the command area and walk over.
'Good morning commissioner.' I say with a smile
Kristen Santana-Estevez's Apartment

August 3, 2023

*Sitting on my balcony I take a hit of my vape as the sun begins to set, The weather is beautiful, and The vanilla vodka on the rocks is cold. The pink and orange hues of the sunset reflect on the building across the street from me I grab my phone to order sushi. I'm a couple of drinks in and the sushi spot is just out of walking distance. I open up Doordash and put my order in. The card for the joint account I share with my parents is declined. I open the Bank of America app to see what's going on. As I log in I see that the account is frozen due to law enforcement activity. I immediately call Dad. The phone rings*

"Hello, you have reached Marco Santana of the Santana firm. I can't take your call"
*I quickly hang up before the outgoing message finishes and call Mom*
"Mommy! What's going on, Daddy's not picking up his phone and the bank account is frozen"
*I hear hysterical crying on the other end of the phone.*
'Mommy, what's wrong? Mom?'
'Daddy and Jonathan got arrested. Everything going to be alright though.'
'What? What did they get arrested for?'
'I can't talk about it
'What the fuck do you mean you can't talk about it!'
'Everything is going to be ok! We just need to pray'
'The bank account is frozen Daddy and Jonothan are in jail. What happened? Is this about Daddy's Job'
*This is bad. The last time Mom told me to pray was when Abuelo Jorge died.*
'I CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT.'
'I'm coming over.'
'NOOOO!'
'Yes or no is this about Daddy's job?'
'YESSSS!'
'And you can't say anything more because?'
*Mom composes herself as she hears me ask*
'Because people are listening.'
'Are there people in the house?'
'Yes.'
'Are they officers?'
'Yes.'
'Call me when I can come over.'
'Ok just pray. We all need to pray right now.'
'Ok I love you, Mommy.'
*As she hangs up I get a text from Amanda*

** Hey I saw about your dad on the news. If you need anything let me know.**
The news?
*I quickly google Marco Santana and see a few local news articles posted within the past 2 hours. I click on the first one.*
"Local architect and son arrested in multi-million dollar real estate scheme"
As I read through the article a feeling of dread overcomes me. My parents have been supporting me through my schooling and education, Where am I going to live? How am I going to support myself with the shit money this internship pays. People don't typically get off on white collar cases. At least that's what I learned in my business ethics class.
Looking at the clock on my phone it reads 8:08. These 10 minutes felt like hours. My hands are shaking, My heart is racing and My mind is going all over the place. I pick up the bottle of vodka and start pounding. My internship is up in a few months and then I'm left looking for a job in a field where there really isn't much opportunity in this field.
While the news sobered me up that feeling was short lived. My world is spinning I don't know what to do. I put the cap back on the bottle and pick up my phone. I see a notification from Jeff my ex now turned something to do. Granted we're toxic as fuck and he's a terrible human being but I know if I show up at his house I won't be alone, at least for tonight. Granted I never went to his house unannounced but I can't be alone tonight and Amanda is working at the bar. I just want someone to hold and watch shitty Netflix shows with. I take a sip of the bottle and get changed. I change out of the oversized t shirt and pajama shorts I was wearing to black leggings and a dark purple tank top, Neglecting to put a bra on. I open a can of cat food for Gato, throw a few things including the bottle in my bag, and take the elevator down to the parking garage. As I walk over to the Mustang I see one of my middle aged neighbors staring at me.
'WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LOOKING AT! I'LL KILL YOU!'
*They quickly avert their gaze as I get into the front seat of the Mustang. It's been a while since I've driven drunk but I only had one incident doing it. I carefully pull out of the parking lot and start heading over to Jeff's house in Clinton. All the times I went there he would drive but I remembered the address. I carefully make my way over there. As I pull up to a red light I see a black and gold explorer pull next to me. I see a star on the door. I glance over and see a hot redheaded cop driving. I quickly look away.*
'¿Por qué siempre te vuelves gay cuando estás borracha?'
I Say to myself, as I realize I'm at the Spanish Lesbian stage of being drunk. It's only a few more minutes until I get to Jeff's. Just hold it together. Within a few minutes I pull up to Jeff's house, His white dodge ram is in the driveway parked next to a red Jeep that I never saw before. Before I get out of the car I adjust my tits and fix my hair in the rearview mirror. I grab my bag and step out of the car and walk up the concrete path to his door. I knock on the door and Jeff answers the door shocked to see me.
Jeff: 'You need to go!'
'Jeff my dad got arrested! I don't want to be alone.'
Jeff: 'No you don't understand, You need to leave right now!' He says in an angry and hushed tone
'Why? What do you mean?'
Jeff's Wife: 'Who is that?' A female voice chimes in
'Wrong house!' Jeff calls into the house
'Leave, Now!' He hisses at me
'Who's inside?'
Jeff: 'My wife!'
'Jeff?' The woman inside's voice sounds closer now
'You told me she died in a car accident I yell loud enough for the neighborhood to hear
*The door flys open the rest of the way and I see a woman about Jeff's age standing behind him*
Jeff's Wife: 'Who the fuck is that?'
'Who the fuck are you?'
*Suddenly Jeff's Black Lab Luna runs out to greet me. Wagging her tail I briefly get distracted.*
'Hi, Luna!'
Jeff's Wife: 'Why does she know Luna?!'
'Kristen you need to leave or I'm calling the cops!'
Jeff's Wife: 'So you know her!'
Jeff: 'She's just a girl from the bar, Nothing ever happened I have no idea why she's here.'
'Nothing ever happened? You said that you wanted me to have your baby. You're a lying piece of shit!'
*Jeff's wife starts screaming at him. I start screaming at him.*
Jeff's Wife: 'Who the fuck do you think you are coming to my house, Fucking my husband and destroying my family.'
'He said you died!'
Jeff 'Kristen you need to leave now, I called the cops'
'Fuck you'
*I say as I pick up a rock from his garden.*
Jeff 'Put that down. The cops are on the way'
'Don't fucking tell me what to do. I'll go to jail just like my dad.'
*I take the rock and throw it at his truck. I miss the window and hit the door. The Rock disintegrates into a brown cloud of dust. This didn't work out as I thought it did.*
Jeff: 'Kristen, Leave Now. Whatever you thinking of doing it's not worth it. Just go. Throwing clumps of dirt at my car is just making you look like an asshole.'
As I turn to look at his wife. I stare her dead in the eyes
'We had wild sex in your bed.'
*I see Jeff dialing his phone. As I'm walking down the path to leave I change course and run over to his truck and kick it.*
'Fuck you and fuck your wife you piece of shit!'
Jeff's Wife: 'Your a homewrecking piece of shit! I can't wait for the cops to get here.'
'I'll kill you!'
*I spit in her direction but it falls on the walkway, Hearing sirens in the distance I stumble to the Mustang my world just got smaller and is still spinning. Making the judgment call to leave before the cops show I start the car and head to the only other place I can go. I point the car in the direction of the bar. Amanda's working and it should be a slow night. As I carefully drive over there to avoid being pulled over find a spot outside. I get out and the world seems empty. Looking down the street there's nobody out, and the only noise seems to be the slight hum of the neon sign above the door. I walk in and Amanda is there wiping down the bar and getting ready to close up the bar. Feeling overwhelmed about Dad and Jonathan and then Jeff, I just start crying*
'Jesus Christ, I had a feeling I would see you tonight just not like this.'
*Amanda runs out from behind the bar and gives me a hug and pulls out a stool for me*
'Sit down, Take a deep breath and if you want to talk you can. If you want a drink tell me. If you want to eat we can order something. But right now just breathe.'
*Sitting down I put my head in my hands and continue to cry uncontrollably, partially hiding my eyes in my hair.*
'Did someone hurt you?'
*I shake my head no.*
'Do you want to talk about it?'
*I shake my head again*
'Do you want something to eat?'
*I nod.*
'Chinese is the only place that's open. Is that ok?'
*I nod*
'The usual?'
'Yeah'
*I continue to cry as Amanda closes down the bar and calls in the order for Chinese. We get into her car to pick it up as we drive back to her apartment deeper in Clinton I tell her everything.*
'I don't think you should be alone tonight. And your better off staying at my place, I'm not throwing you in an Uber and your family's house sounds like a mess. Tomorrow we can regroup and get your shit figured out.'
'Amanda, All I have now is you and this shitty internship.'
Amanda quickly gets some extra blankets and pillows and sets me up on the couch. I drunkenly cry myself to sleep
Line of Duty Death Funeral - SCFD Lieutenant Nicholas White

October 10, 2022

*Walking in I see the commissioner smiling at me*
For what today is, I'm making the best of it. Good choice not trying to hobble together a respectable dress uniform out of what's been issued. You're better off this way. Work uniforms don't always clean up so nice.'
'Thank you sir, I can clean up pretty well when I want.
*I say as I do a little spin for him*
'You look incredible sir.'
'You ready to go?'
'Yes I am.'

Topics I Participated In

Kimberley Flooding Disaster Aid

Started by W. Burke · August 3, 2023

Timewarped assistance, ERT activation with call up of SC Resources to aid with disaster aftermath including search and rescue, and flood mitigation efforts. Also a great place to work on some character stuff.

Pulling into Kimberley, I flick the lights of my SUV while approaching the roadblock. The SAR volunteer moves the roadblock out of the way and I only slow to a safe speed while passing, instead of making the full stop. I reach down and turn off the lights as I make my way to the unified command post at the school parking lot to check in. Thank god we don't have the KVFD any more.
I park my unmarked behind the satcomm vehicle, making care not to block in the white Tahoe used by our dispatchers for their commute. Something about paying extra to drive to Kimberly from home, instead of from the office. Should be time for them to leave soon, and return to the headquarters building. I make a mental note to buy a second one, as now we've got two staff cars tied up for dispatchers to commute, since we can't leave the command post without a radioman, and we can't expect them to teleport. And the county board wouldn't approve a helo transport twice daily. I look in the mirror as I get out and see the white mininvan that serves as 50-84 pulling down the road. Looks like the relief has arrived for the radioman too.
Stepping out of the car, I lean in and grab my hat. While still a class C uniform, the ERT uniform still looks significantly more formal than most others with our white shirts, and the five gold rows of braid on my shoulders doesn't help. I pull on my hat and look around at the scene. It's still early, so there's mostly just the overnight staff holding down operations. There's very few missing people, and realistically, they probably aren't rescues at this point.
The flooding of the river into Acadia Bay took out most of the main road through town, damaged most buildings, and ruined most farms. Not to mention the damage to the route 40 heading out of county. The underdevelopment of the area contributed to the majority of the damage. The rest of the county, the damage was mostly minor. Not here. Most the trucks in the base area are ERT, with 1201 as main command, 1203 working as the personnel manager, coordinating check ins and quartermastery. That's about all that the old van is big enough for. Its diminutive size is only made more apparent with the large transport truck parked next to it. Behind 1201, hooked directly into it is our satcomm vehicle, 1206, ensuring that we still have connections to all data streams while the providers try to fix the mess the floods made. The only other vehicles in the command staging area, aside from mine, are the ones driven by the senior agency representatives from Sheriff, Fire and of course ERT. Oh and the most important vehicle, 50-01, the ERT's coffee and food truck, or officially, its "rehab unit." Everyone else has to park over in staging area in the next lot over. That lot is a more diverse grouping of vehicles, including the SCFD's marine truck, the ERT's various support vehicles, SCSD, local police and other fire apparatus, most of which look to be "reserve" trucks staffed by firefighters, sheriffs, medics and EMTs, and police officers all on overtime.
I poke my head into 1203, check in and make my way over to command to get the briefing from last night.
Line of Duty Death Funeral - SCFD Lieutenant Nicholas White

Started by ERT-RPG · October 2, 2022

LODD Funeral - SCFD Involved Collision which killed Lt. Nick White, returning from a structure fire
Date: October 13, 2022
Location: Church of Saint Michael of the Saints, funeral procession to continue to Fort Shannon Roman Catholic Cemetery with interment to follow.
This event occurs Timewarped, following the autopsy of the fallen. Full dress uniform is expected for those attending from an agency. SCFD Engine 1 has been taken out of service and replaced with a spare to be used as a funeral escort.
Fire Department Involved MVA

Started by A. Tai · September 5, 2022

MOTOR VEHICLE ACCIDENT, BAY STREET AND SOUTH NINTH STREET, FORT SHANNON. ENGINE 1, LADDER 1, RESCUE 1, UNIT 22, DEPUTY 1, MEDIC 1, MEDIC 2, MEDIC 43, MEDIC 42, OFFICER 1, EDO-1. MOTOR VEHICLE ACCIDENT, BAY STREET AND SOUTH NINTH STREET, FORT SHANNON. ENGINE 1, LADDER 1, RESCUE 1, UNIT 22, DEPUTY 1, MEDIC 1, MEDIC 2, MEDIC 43, MEDIC 42, OFFICER 1, EDO-1. BAY STREET AND SOUTH NINTH STREET FOR MOTOR VEHICLE ACCIDENT.
SCSD TRAFFIC UNITS IN AREA OF FORT SHANNON SOUTH RIVER, RESPOND TO FIRE DEPARTMENT INVOLVED MVA, POSSIBLE FATALITIES, BAY STREET AND SOUTH NINTH STREET.
Listening to the radio traffic, I hear that the fire in South River is starting to clear up, some of the extra apparatus are leaving the scene, RIT, Logistics, and ladder 14. I mark the units as returned to service and adjust the timers for RIT and Logistics as they're well outside of their regular run. A few minutes pass and the phone rings.
"911 Where is your emergency."
"One of your trucks just like did a flip."
"Okay sir, I need you to confirm your location."
"I'm on Bay Street, right by the end of the park. I don't know, I think ninth?"
I confirm on the ALI that this looks like the right location. "Sir, what do you mean one of our trucks did a flip?"
"A Fire Truck, like with a ladder"
"Okay, sir, I'm sending emergency services, is the truck upright?"
"No, it's like, not totally upside down, but you know, it's really bad. There's a guy just hanging out of the door. I think he's dead."
My heart drops. I start to give instructions for him to check on the scene, and while I wait for him to get there, I key the mic for the radio. "Ladder 14, ERT." Nothing. "Ladder 14." Still no answer. That's our involved truck.
I tone out the incident, and assign an upgraded alarm, sending extra resources to the scene, as well as notifying Aylward.
Apparatus Garage, Helipad and Store Rooms

Started by ERT-RPG · August 13, 2022

Located on the main floor, the ERT apparatus garage houses many of the team's large response vehicles, as well as some other equipment. Reinforced in nature, and elevated in height, the garage also supports the helipad, which serves as a landing point for ERT Helo-1. Although capable of landing helicopters, the ERT does not maintain a regular base for helicopters, and serves only as a landing/staging pad. On sides of the garage not used for egress, there are store rooms for various equipment, such as medical, janitorial or mechanical. The helicopter has a similar storage room.
Kristen Santana-Estevez's Apartment

Started by K. Santana-Estevez · April 7, 2022

146 Apache St, Arcadia Apartment 3C

Kristen Santana-Estevez was born on the night of December 2 1997 to Marco and Theresa Santana-Estevez. Marco, Who owned an architecture firm, and Theresa, an Family Law attorney. Kristen grew up as the second oldest out of 4 in an upper middle class Puerto Rican family that valued education and hard work and striving to be the very best.
Growing up her childhood involved going to school at the prestigious Arcadia Prep and getting involved in various clubs and on the track team. During the summer she would split it between family vacations across the world and visiting her grandparents in Puerto Rico. Kristen Excelled in school but felt had no direction aside from succeeding. After years of hearing stories from both of her parents about the cutthroat nature of their jobs and her parents' often unscrupulous tactics with business and the legal system, Kristen became well versed in getting ahead.
Kristen was accepted into CFU as an early admission into the school of public affairs in the emergency management program with a minor in business with the intention of going into business continuity and eventually starting a disaster preparedness consulting company. Kristen got this idea while on vacation with her family in her teens when a tropical storm hit the island resort they were staying at and the hotel management had no emergency plans in place.
Kristen is set to graduate with her master's from CFU and has received a paid internship from the Shiloh county ERT. A rare opportunity that she will make the most of to start her career in emergency management
911 Communications Center

Started by ERT-RPG · January 12, 2020

Station Floor for dispatchers, communications personnel and bull-pen to the offices for the Communications Division.
Off the main bull-pen for communications officers is the office of the director of communications, the shift supervisor's workstation, a small EOC, as well as washroom facilities and a break room.
Office of the Commissioner

Started by W. Burke · January 11, 2020

Office of the Commissioner of the Shiloh County Emergency Response Team