B.R. Jackson
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About B.R. Jackson
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Character Biography
( under construction basic biometrics as follows)
Name: Robert Raymond Jackson(listed as Bobby Ray)
Wife: None( on again off again fiancé last seen inTexas named Skylar Robertson ( highschool sweetheart))
Parents: Raymond&Loretta Jackson
Siblings: Adopted sister Mary Ann Jackson(birthname Mary Ann Hamilton (22 yo)
Gregory Jackson(stillborn),Alexandra Jackson( blood sister severed ties with the family over disapproval of her marrige 34 yo)
DOB: 6/6/93
POB: Houston,Texas
Height: 5'8
Weight: 165 lbs
Ethnicity: White/Native American (20% Navajo 10% Cherokee)/Scottish -
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Recent Posts
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' hey lou,can we talk,sorry ive been gone.. family issues back in Texas,and legal issues ,im fine but its not a convo to have on the phone,short version is the family ranch and buisness is gone,all i got to my name from the fees is my truck ,my chevelle and my guns and my dog,been a bit sense i been in shiloh name a place and ill meet you there,otherwise i can jump on a rig next shift,
driving north as i text this
- bobby ray'
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* not expecting to have my own vehicle for work,i pull the explorer into the stageing area,its normally a paramedics ride but today its mine as i park the truck near the lieutenants i key up* "EMS F-1 on scene" * my texas twang faint but still there*
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* im late as all hell from my trip from kimberley pulling my truck into the parking i grab my bag and shut the door with my ass ,sprinting to the door as it opens i lock my truck throwing my spasre clothes bag in the first bunk i see in the EMS quarters before i finally walk into the duty room* 'hey y'all sorry im late' * i say realizeing i left my cofee in my truck,ill needa grab it after starting the day'
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* after parking my truck i head in side set my extra clothes on the first male emt bunk i see thats free then head to the duty room with a cup of cofee in hand* ' morning y'all
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‘ if your gonna cook,you need stuff to cook with as im not sure if or what we have,so i figured we’ed go on a grocery run if its needed,thats all’* i answer as i catch up side by side with her*
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‘ sounds good partner’ * i reply as i follow her* ‘if we dont have anything, we can make a shopping run’
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‘ hopefully not till we eat,but you never know with this job’ * being a farm boy had its perks keiko finished her coffee,ive still got some of mine as i move to step outta the truck taking another well nursed drink from my coffee* ‘ what do ya say we see if somebody cooked?’
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* i pull medic 15 into the lot careful to give medic 1room to go honestly suprised they havent left yet and back 15 into its spot, killing the lights 10-20 seconds after i stop incase we caught another run before i shut the truck down make us at the station and after throwing my portable back in the charger step out*
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‘ gotcha,my mistake,wanna just go fir a drive,grab something and talk on lunch or brunch?’ * bobbys voice was equally soft and not disruptive as he finished with the stretcher * ‘ you sterilize the stuff we used,right so we can just goor do we need a few minutes,the stretchers set,backboard too’ * i start wheeling it back to our rig as i talk*
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‘ sounds like a plan,lets clean the truck restock what we need to and find a place’ * i say as i start wilinfmg the strecher downand our board ,stealing a sheet from the hospital to eventually put on the stretcher* ‘whats up partner?’
Topics I Participated In
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Parade Muster Point
Started by A. Tai ·
Muster point for units assigned on parade duty: Including Fast Response Flycar 1 (EMS-F1), EMS Officer 1, (EMS O-1), Engine 1, Squad 1, various sheriff units.
Parking the staff car up behind the command post, I grab my bag and zip my jacket up, walking around the rear of the new minivan that finally arrived into the staff pool. Maybe the ERT doesn't like dispatchers, because everything is yellow except what they let us drive. I walk into the command post and take a seat at the terminal, loading up the computer and getting ready to handle all resources and potential incidents that come up during this time. I won't touch a 911 call, but I'll be the sole dispatcher responsible for this route. It'll be a little different than normal for sure, other dispatchers sending me calls to process, but I'm up for the change.
"ERT, be advised, Fort Shannon Parade Command is established, and dispatch procedures are now active. Please advise all units on other frequencies to change channel for Special Operations."
"Confirming Parade Command established."
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((MEDIC15, FALL DOWN STAIRS, 222 FORD STREET OXNARD))
'911, where's your emergency?'
'222 Ford Street in Oxnard, my mother fell down the stairs.'
'Is she conscious'
'Yes'
'Did she lose consciousness at any time?'
'No, but she can't stand up. Her leg looks broken. It's bending the wrong way.'
'Do you see bone?'
'No, can't see any bone? Please send help, my mom is 56'
'Alright, stay on the line, sending EMS.'
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Ground Level Fall
Started by R. Martin ·
BLS AMBULANCE. (This makes it the first thing in the discord preview in dispatch channel.) GROUND LEVEL FALL. 820 PHOXLIND HEIGHTS AVE, APARTMENT B.
Time:1348 Weather: Rainy, cool
The 911 line rings, and I pick it up this time.
"911, what's the address of your emergency?"
"820 Phoxlind Heights Avenue, Apartment B."
I have her repeat the address for verification and then get her phone number, having her repeat it too.
"Okay, tell me exactly what happened."
"I was mopping the floor and I slipped and fell. I heard my hip crack and now I can't get up. I think it might be broken."
"Okay ma'am, how old are you?"
"I'm 70. Please, send the ambulance drivers over."
"Yes ma'am, someone else is dispatching the ambulance while I'm asking you these questions."
I hit the first party conscious and breathing options and it launches me into Protocol 17.
"Is there any serious bleeding?"
"No, I don't think so."
The last few key questions are already answered and I click through them, coding and sending the call before starting to give post-dispatch instructions.
"I'm sending the paramedics to help you now. Stay on the line and I'll tell you exactly what to do next. Help is on the way. Don't have anything to eat or drink. It might make you sick or cause more problems. Don't move around unless it's absolutely necessary. Just be still and wait for the ambulance to arrive. Is your door unlocked?"
"I'm not sure. I can't remember. My neighbor in apartment A has a key."
"Okay ma'am, I'm going to disconnect the line now. Help is on the way."
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Firework Accident
Started by C. Aylward ·
MEDIC 22, RESPOND TO 801 NORTH 10TH ST, PRIVATE HOUSE IN THE CITY OF FORT SHANNON. FOR A FIREWORK ACCIDENT
Time:11:30 Weather: Hot and sunny
911 Where's your emergency?
RP: 801 North 10th street, You have to get here fast! My nephew blew his hand up with a firework.
Is he breathing?
RP: Yes
Is he conscious?
RP: Yeah you need to get here!
I'm sending help right now, How old is he?
RP: 14, Why are you asking these questions?
So I can make sure he gets the right help he needs
*I mute the call*
"MEDIC 22, RESPOND TO 801 NORTH 10TH ST, PRIVATE HOUSE IN THE CITY OF FORT SHANNON. FOR A FIREWORK ACCIDENT 14 year old male conscious and breathing"
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Overdose - Unknown Drugs
Started by A. Tai ·
Medic 22, Squad 1, Available Sheriff Unitsx2. Overdose Riverfront N1st Street, Area of Newport Road. Unknown substance.
'911, where is your emergency?'
'Help, my friend is overdosing!'
''Ma'am, where are you?'
'By the river in Fort Shannon.'
'Do you know whereabouts?'
'HELP! I don't know, the river!'
I run the ALI and get a rough area, not too helpful, but it's an area. I mark this as automated information.
'Okay, take a breath. What is your friend overdosing on?'
'I don't know. He took a lot of pills, and he *Gasp* He just he's not breathing. He is. I mean, I don't know.'
'Okay, I need you to look at his chest. Is it moving?'
'Yes.'
'Okay, help is on the way, where did he get these pills?'
'I don't know., He takes a lot of meds. He had a car accident. HURRY!'
'Help is on the way, but I need you to answer these questions so I can let the paramedics know what's happening. The more information we have the better.' There's no sound and the display shows disconnect. I dial back twice and no result.
"Shiloh Sheriff units, we've got a possible OD, unknown substance in the area of North 1st and Newport Road. Caller disconnected, attempting to get more information. EMS notified."
Looking at the fire and EMS board, I see the nearest ALS unit is a fire squad. Committing the units as I speak to sheriff radio, I see M22 and S1 come to life.
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Vehicle Fire
Started by A. Tai ·
ENGINE 1, MEDIC 1 - VEHICLE FIRE FORT SHANNON PUBLIC LIBRARY. INJURIES. TIME OUT 10:41
'911, Where is your emergency?'
'THE LIBRARY!'
'What library?' I say, checking the ALI.
'Fort Shannon! My Car is on fire!'
'Okay, is anyone hurt?'
'No, it's just me, I'm out and fine.'
'Okay, do you-'
'Shit my laptop!'
'Sir!, Sir, do not go back in the car'
The line stays open and I hear screaming on the other end. Fuck, this is a medical now.
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Shots Fired - Sheriff Involved
Started by W. Burke ·
‘You see the news today? I actually had to dig to find any reference to either of us. Means they’re forgetting about it, I’d say we’ll be good.’
‘I certainly hope so, I don’t know if I can take another blow, not just politically, but this stress is killing me. The doctor has me—‘
*A sharp noise pierces the air as the glass window shatters and Stanley’s chest explodes in a rain of red. Holy shit. I drop to the ground and look around, nothing. There’s blood all over me, Jesus Christ, they shot him. I look up, trying to focus among the screaming and see a gaping hole in the centre of his chest. I wouldn’t call it officially, but he certainly doesn’t look alive.
*I reach up, grab his waist and wriggle free his pistol, tucked neatly away in a skeleton holster under his suit jacket. I stand and scan towards the window, looking for the source of the gunfire. Three more shots ring out, whizzing through the air. I think I see a muzzle flash on the other side of the street, but I can’t be sure. The sound of one of the bullets sinking into flesh thuds as I look down and see Stanley hit again. I refrain from shooting, since I don’t know where to fire. A second bullet whizzes past my leg hitting the chair which explodes splinters into the air and the third bullet whizzes higher and closer, catching my forearm, but not landing squarely. The pain shoots up and I nearly drop the gun. My left arm clenches the firearm while my right arm goes limp and I drop to my knees. I lay the pistol on the floor after about 6 seconds and pull out my phone. Not a single shot has been fired since. Was I intended or accidental? Does he think I’m dead? I try to dial 911, but my fingers are shaky, so I hold the power button and double tap the red emergency button that appears on the screen. *
‘911 Where is your emergency.’
‘Black Matter Coffee on Balm Lane, Oxnard.’
‘What is happening?’
‘This is Commissioner Burke, I’ve got active shooter, unknown location. Sheriff Brunner has been shot, I think he’s dead. I’ve been hit, not serious. We need SWAT and multiple EMS. I don’t know if anyone else has been injured.’
‘Okay Sir, help is on the way,’ She says, even though I know that’s not fully true. It will be soon enough to make it mostly true. ‘You say that the Sheriff is dead?’
‘Yeah. He’s been hit twice, real bad. I, I’m too fucked up to check him right now, and everyone else is panicking, but he’s got no signs of life. I only got one in the arm. I’m fine. Jesus it hurts though.’
‘Where is the shooter?’
‘Outside, across the street possibly. No visual confirmation. I think I saw a muzzle flash on a roof, but I’m not totally sure. Last shot was probably fifteen seconds before I called you. Still no shots since.’
‘Okay sir, help is coming. Oxnard PD is just around the corner.’
‘Yeah, I can hear the sirens. Tell them be careful, for jesus’ sake. We don’t need anyone else getting killed.’
‘Yes sir. Commissioner? Do you want us to call anyone for you?’ She asks, obviously nervous to break the script
‘No. Don’t tell anyone. That’s—actually, Tell Henr--, Director Goodricht. Call him directly, advise him, activate the EOC if it hasn’t been. He’ll call my wife.’
‘Okay sir.’
*I look and see the first car pull up. I hang up the phone and reach into my pocket to pull out my badge. They definitely don’t know me and I definitely don’t need to be shot again.*
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Life Alert - No Voice Contact
Started by C. Aylward ·
*The 911 line goes off and I see the CID goes back to an 800 number. Fuck its an alarm company.*
'911 Where's your emergency?'
'Hey this is Jeff at life alert. I have a medical alarm tripped in your area. Were trying to make voice contact but I'm getting nothing.'
'Ok what's the address?'
'2822 Lyons ave Cross street of North 15th and North 16th.'
'Neat Got anything else?'
'Nothing in our files.'
'Alright I'll send EMS'
"Medic 22 I have an unknown medical at 2822 Lyons. No Voice contact, No further"
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MeeMaw Medical
Started by J. "Big Jim" Kowalski ·
MEDIC 22, RESPOND 82234 LAFFERTY AVE APT 219/NORTH SEVENTH- ERT - SICK PERSON BLS. 08:48.
I finish my last drip of frosting. My soul now feels like there's a piece missing from it. I guess I'll fill it with the small piece of cinnamon roll I have left.
As I sit there, I wonder why they always seem to pass me up for promotion.
*A call comes in*
*Clicks to answer*
It's all politics Jim. They don't promote or award you because it's all a political game. You're the best at what you do, so it must be political. Big Jim ain't kissing no one's rear end to get ahead.
Me (breathing heavily): '911, what's your emergency?'
Caller: 'I need an ambulance to 8-2-2-3-4 Lafferty...apartment 219 for my mawmaw'
Me (breathing heavily in a monotone voice): '...and what is the nature of your emergency?'
Caller: 'She's been throwing up all night and all day.'
Me: 'How old is she?'
Caller: '83'
Me (monotone): 'Is she conscious?'
Caller: 'Yes'
Me (monotone): 'Is she breathing?'
Caller: 'uhh...yes.'
Me (monotone): 'Does she have any chest pain *takes a bite of cinnamon roll* or difficulty breathing?'
Caller: 'No.'
Me: 'Hold please.'
"Medic 22 please respond to an 83 year old female for vomiting. 82234 Lafferty Avenue, apartment 219, cross of North seventh. Medic 22 8:48"
Me: '...what do you think she got sick from?'
Caller: 'Well, the last place she ate I think was Famous Pete's Pizza. I think it's food poisoning.'
*I sit forward in my chair, taking extreme interest.*
Me: 'Which Famous Pete's are we talking about? Famous Pete's, The Original Famous Pete's, or The Official Original Famous Pete's...because there's a huge difference'
Caller: 'Well...I don't see how this matters right now...I just need an ambulance.'
Me: 'I've got an ambulance coming, s don't worry...While they all might sound the same, they're actually all quite different places.'
Caller: 'Ummm......'
Me: '...because contrary to popular belief, plain old Famous Pete's isn't the true Famous Pete's...it was actually opened in 1986 after The Original Famous Pete's, which at that time called Famous Pete's, had such a big following. They actually opened it to steal customers from the original place. It was a huge scandal!'
Caller: 'Excuse me this is all rather interesting but....'
Me: '...now when Pete Leone, the owner of the true Famous Pete's found out that some whack-job was opening a rip off of his pizzeria...he decided that rather than go to court, he would simply rename his pizzeria to The Original Famous Pete's...and that's when the real fun started. Being so popular, and knowing that old Pete Leone didn't have a spine to go after copycats, many more opened up.'
Caller: 'Can you please stop...'
Me: 'Pete's, The Original Pete's, Honest Original Pete's, The One and Only Famous Pete's, Famous Pete's Original, Famous Peters....oh wait...that last one was actually not a restaurant at all, but instead a bar that....served a very particular clientele hahahaha.'
Caller: '...'
Me: '...anywho...all those knock off's eventually went under, except for Famous Pete's, The Original, and the Official Original...which is some newer knock off that recently popped up. It's not very good, but their garlic knots are decent.'
Caller: 'Fine, for the love of God, she ate at Famous Pete's just plain old Famous Pete's!'
Me: '...ahh see...*I take a bite of cinnamon roll and continue to talk with my mouth full*...there's your problem. Not only is it not the original, which Leone opened in 1976, but their quality is just awful...please don't tell me she ordered the senior special.'
Caller (starting to cry😞 '...I...don't...know...'
Me: 'Yeah...see those senior specials are actually made from cheap left over factory seconds from China...this is why that place never took off....'
*Click*
Me: 'Hello? Hello?'
Hmmmm... I got all the info I need. No need for a call-back.
*I lean back into my chair*
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Hazardous Structure Fire - MAYDAY MASS CASUALTY
Started by A. Tai ·
ENGINE 11, AVAILABLE EMS, HAZARDOUS STRUCTURE FIRE w/ MASS CASUALTY. Oxnard Ice Rink
Time of Day: 14:03h. Initial call at 13:25. Weather, Sunny, light wind
‘911, what is your emergency?’
‘I’m calling from the Oxnard Ice rink, the Zamboni is on fire, but he looks like he’s trying to get out.’
‘The Oxnard Ice Rink?’
‘Yes. Hurry, he’s, wait, I think he’s bailing.’
‘Okay, I need you to get out of the building, there’s fire trucks on the way, but everyone needs to get out. Can you pull the fire alarm on your way out to make sure everyone gets out?’
‘Yes. Yes!’
‘Is the Zamboni driver okay?’
‘Yeah, I think he is, but that fire is big. He’s stopped like right under the door, he almost made it out.’
*As the caller explains this, I hear the bells sound, and the first unit call their response time.*
‘Okay, make sure everyone is out of the building and stays away, the trucks are on the way right now, they’ll be there soon. Do not go back in, no matter what.’
*As Engine 15 arrives, I hear the initial size up come in.*
“ERT, can you dispatch Rescue 2 And HAZMAT 41 to this as well. The Zamboni is right underneath what looks like chemical tanks, we’re making entry and starting a line. Evacuation underway.”
“That’s affirmative sir. Copying Rescue 2 and HAZMAT 41.”
*I change the call type to HAZ fire and automatically it designates three EMS units, two ambulances and an officer. Medic 7 calls response, in additional to M22, and O-2. Shortly after arrival of Rescue 2, the radio interrupts with a two second warble. I hit acknowledge on the terminal, scribbling the portable number down on the notepad next to me. I pause for a second and then key my microphone.*
“Portable 513, ERT. Receiving Mandown alarm.”
“10-4 ERT! HAZMAT. Ammonia… Fire!. Two men down, south entrance.”
“Affirmative 513. All units clear channel for emergency traffic. Mayday activation, two fire fighters down south entrance. Ammonia fire.”
*As the incident commander, Captain of Engine 15 starts to take control over the incident, coordinating Rescue 2 to retrieve the downed firefighters, and HAZMAT 41 to get into place to deal with exposure risks, I start the dispatch procedure, initially for additional ambulances, but also on the mayday activation for the spreading chemical fire.
*Engine 11, Squad 1, RIT 1, Utility 6 with HAZMAT 42 Trailer, Logistics 1, Tact-1, Safety Officer ORV-1, EMS Tour Officer O-2, Fast Response 1 and then I start making calls to notify AMR of the incident. After hanging up with AMR, I call the Deputy chief for operations, and then logistics, in that order, an automatic notification for confirmed mayday activation, as well as logistics truck activation. It’s likely one, if not both, will respond.*
“ERT, this is Oxnard command. Emergency Traffic.”
“Go ahead Oxnard Command.”
“Activate mass casualty, we’ve got inhalation injuries, approximately 15 patients.”
“10-4 Oxnard Command, ALL UNITS, ALL UNITS, be advised, mass casualty activation underway.”
*While I notify the ERT mass casualty coordinator, who will send additional units from ERT, such as the bus I hear radio traffic from the scene indicating many are walking wounded. One good thing at least, I think to myself. I key the radio to call up Support 1, who answers, and starts response to the day station for SCFD to take the support trailer, which will be following out medic 99, a logistics support vehicle, designed to help set up a mobile field hospital if necessary, to alleviate unnecessary strain on the hospitals, as well as patients. Lastly, I send the on duty EMS units from SCFD station 1, for an additional transport, if necessary, as AMR hasn’t provided a number on responding units at this time. When all those units are in place, I radio EDO-1, who calls back, confirming response.*
DISPATCHED CALL UNITS:
NPC On scene: Engine 15, Rescue 2, HAZMAT 41, M7, M22, O-2, Oxnard PD
NPC Responding: Safety Officer, Unit 22, RIT-1, Utility 6/Hazmat42, Logistics 1, Tact-1, D-1, D-3, O-2, F-1, ERT MCI Team, EMS S-1/M22, M99, EDO-1.
Player units requested: Engine 11, Squad 1, Available EMS units, MD-1, O-1, Sheriff unit for support.
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