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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 15, 2008 19:08:54 GMT -8
OOC: For clarification: Yes, this is in accordance to the current storyline of the Correctional Facility. Participants are not limited by type, nor discriminated against, but this is after school hours. Preferably, if a teacher wants to come, however, it would be best if they were in disguise, lest they draw upon themselves enough attention to warrant a cancellation of the current meeting, and a fleeing of students for a potentially 'illegal' meeting. The player characters who post here, excluding myself, may dictate how many other NPCs arrive to watch. First to post is Rem Aoyama. All others may post arriving, sitting down, standing up... or something. That sorta thing.The librarian had been... 'talked' with. Very easy going fellow. And yet, the whole procession of how the posters were passed about was not as secretive as he would've liked. But that was fine. Rumor was an ally, as of the moment, a tool and a weapon to be used.
Rows upon rows of books, left untouched, as some tables were set up. All of the libraries chairs set up, for the impending audience. The scene lit sparsely with selectively turned on lights, appearing to focus mainly on the four tables horizontally lined up together. A sense of tension in the otherwise darkened room. No posters. No pictures, no people. The German had called all his closer compatriots, telling them to come in with the crowd. With the exception of Rem Aoyama, Gabriel Seran, and Miss Black, who could take whatever stance they wanted.
This looked petty... The setting was petty, and the whole ordeal, aside from being ominous feel, was relatively unattractive. But on reason. Economically speaking, it would be impossible to sway a large population. It would take some time, and for trust to be built. But this was not set up to please the masses... but to see who the core members would be. Necessity, and a hard-driven gamble wrought this.
Risk.
Student Hierarchy.
Other transfers.
Worst case scenario... teachers, teachers who try to break up the whole matter. But he was hoping Gabriel was far more discreet than that. But if not, they would use that potential weakness, and turn it into a strength.
The only sign of his actual presence there being a missing book, in one of the aisles. 'Sun Tzu's Art Of War'.
...Not that he'd try to read it, while he waited in the dark, but from where he was place, it was absolutely pitch black, and he was hidden on the opposite end of an aisle. Eye closed, resting. Rem Aoyama would tend to the first half. Necessity drove this.
Chaffing the wheat, like the man with scythe.
Although the German was not as strong, mentally, he already had several plans set up, already put into place, depending on how all of this turned out. But for now...
Cue the stage, Rem Aoyama.
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Post by Rem on Jul 16, 2008 9:53:57 GMT -8
Down to business. Rem had had a horrible time putting up propaganda posters, talking and 'persuading' those less decisive to attend this little rally. He'd had a bit of trouble with those less receptive to his methods, and he'd been forced to deal with them harshly. Yup, little Rem Aoyama was in a foul mood.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 16, 2008 17:29:25 GMT -8
Delilah was first to enter, and instantly took a place at the far back, leaning against a wall. She looked distant...cold even. Her eyes passed over Rem and her expression warmed a little, and a blush crept up into her cheeks, embarrassment, not surprise. She hadn't wanted him to see her here...but it was Delilah's insatiable quest for information that guided her here. She needed to know where she was in all this morally.
And so, she waited patiently, one arm crossed over her body and hanging onto her wrist as she gently rubbed her thumb over the Red-winged blackbird on her wrist. It was her constant reminder of her style of fighting. Not any of her fighting styles, but the way she fought.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jul 17, 2008 12:53:37 GMT -8
Off in the corner of the library, ever so slowly moving, inch by agonizing inch. Closer, and closer, and closer. Stopping as it is looked at. Huge, square. Red, about five foot nine inches, and 2 feet in width. A sound could be heard from the box.
"Slowly.... I creep towards them as they are unknowing of my position.... My disguise is perfect, a Giant red book. Inside a library it should go unnoticed."
Yes.. He was narrating as he snuck closer in a giant red book disguise. He stopped abrubtly as two students walked by.
"Oh no! Almost spottewd, I stop to catch my breath and keep quiet so as not to get caught. This disguise is so perfect and unnoticable. I should be able to sit near by and listen in."
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 17, 2008 17:14:37 GMT -8
Posters.
Familiar art style.
No less, Layla knew very who made them. In fact, she knew her so well... she went into her apartment and 'borrowed' her clothes for the sole purpose of attending this very gathering. Quite a few students already were gathered here, and considering the context of the things posted up, she knew it would be impractical to show up on her normal attire (well, if cosplay was regarded as normal) as it would ruin this opportunity to know more of what was happening.
Observing. Observing.
Layla borrowed some of Emily's clothes, wore them, and left Shinichi at home. Shinichi was too much of a trademark-- she'd be recognized if she brought him along.
A sigh. It felt weird not being in cosplay clothing.
No matter -- this was perfect opportunity to obser- What was this? A giant book? Fishy.
She sneered at it, moving closer and snickered after a few seconds.
Why, it's the scent of male body spray. One of the mature type.
Her grin was wide; Layla pushed the book to the side. "My, my. Someone's been leaving books on the ground. The Librarian will be really REALLY mad." She said, taking the 'book' to the side with slight pushing, black hair swaying gently.
It didn't take too long before she and the book had settled right near several bookcases. Layla then sighed, and leaned against the book, her weight probably not enough to topple it or the bookcases. "You, dear sir, have bad taste in disguise."
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 17, 2008 20:28:17 GMT -8
'Seriously, what am I doing here?' the young boy thought to himself on taking a more than serious glance around the darkened room. The word 'cult' came to mind, but he figured so long as he did not drink the kool-aid, he would be fine -- well, in a more than sarcastic frame of mind. It was dark, ominous and just plain eerie if he had to be completely honest with himself and brought the situation down to bare bones. He was here out of curiousity and to fulfill a promise to a boy he knocked out by mistake.
'A meeting after school hours in the library... without teachers... looks like my first day of school's beginning to be quite eventful.' He knew what the meeting would have implied by such limited observations, though he knew no one and felt no ways to be feared by anyone until otherwise shown reasons why. Simply said, until someone spoke the rather violent Fist and Cuffs language or its brutal sister tongue, Ass-Kicking. He knew the label he wore from earlier on in the day was still on his forehead and decided not to look any sort of ways at anyone, but rather just the same blank expression he wore when receiving a lecture from his parents -- or rather his father.
Trying to find a comfortable spot to stay neutral and unprovoked by the speaker's fidget finger of demonstration, Trizen Takano vaguely remembered the words of the bleeding patient in Doctor Clavering's office. It was a bit of a blur. The wild haired child tracked back a few threats and swear words to recollect the mention of the patient's dismay of missing this meeting. Trizen being the nice kid he was decided to go to the meeting for the patient and tell him all about it -- or at least he agreed to just to shut the kid up. It was rather sad and pathetic really. It boiled down to the point where Trizen passed his fingers over the boy's neck and knocked him out. At least then Doctor Clavering was able to treat his injuries, but now the fourteen year old regrets even making the promise to show up to this meeting. He had no idea what he was in for.
'I wonder if this meeting has anything to do with those posters I saw earlier...'
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on Jul 18, 2008 13:12:06 GMT -8
[shadow=Yellow,left,300]Time To Cut the Crap[/shadow] "Snap" I cracked my kneck as I walked in to the libray, cluching the flyer in my palm, with Bent rage and anger, I am now fed up my goal of making friends is out the window, I was born a fighter and I always will be, its in my blood its in my aura the aura of a ShenKi Warror...steping forth with the Dog by my side, i walked dead set to the middle of the room raised the paper and I shouted, "Who's the one i need to talk to about this, and Where is Deta Teyfour, I am Windsor Horn-Lockwood Johnson and I want anwsers" As I finished my shout The dog Dubbed Waap by my side howled, long and low... |
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jul 19, 2008 21:08:23 GMT -8
Gabriel Seran entered the room, a little early, oh well at least a few have come to join.....
Though he'd have expected more,
"What'd you expect, a bit over dramatized earlier," he thought as he grinned a bit inside.
Gabriel crept up beside Rem as if to suggest a chain of authority, but it more so gave him a bit of comfort.
he brought up his arms and decided to cross them, then grabbed a nearby chair and thrust hiself into it kicking his feet onto and adjacent table.
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Post by Rem on Jul 20, 2008 19:16:07 GMT -8
"Alright! To all aspiring members of Militia, listen up!"More chattering. Rem's temples began to hurt. He was getting madder, though he was trying his damned best not to let it show. "Unfortunately the boss couldn't be here. He had some... prior engagements to attend to. But he did leave a message. So if you wanna join. If you're interested. Shut up and listen!"That being said, the Japanese youth stalked up to the front of the room, where a laptop computer lay blank atop a podium. He flicked its casing free and pressed a button. Static flared. Then... UNFETTERED'S SPEECH
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 21, 2008 7:53:29 GMT -8
At the end of the speech, Trizen saw how rowdy people were beginning to get or already were. He was not scared more than he was trying to make sense of everything. The fourteen year old had heard much about the school and yet there was this subtle justification that hinted in its smell.
The boy passed his hands through his wild black hair, not for any stylish reason, but because it was getting in his face. Otherwise, the boy was so stunned he could not move. He felt as though he was in the middle of something big and it would have been hard for him to get out. On hearing much, he still knew relatively nothing of the school seeing as how it was still his first full day there, but from what he understood, the Pillars were a bad group of people. As much as that message was clear, he needed to see it for himself and he certainly was not going to join a gang straight away.
'Well, my job's done.' Trizen thought to himself on wondering if they were really just going to let him leave. 'I came to the meeting for that kid and that's that. He could do what he wants.' As much as he felt justified, he knew his curiousity would likely poke an interest at the differences between the Pillars and the Militia. There was only one person in the school he trusted and would likely have an earful of information. Who better to question than Doctor Layla Clavering.
'I should find her sometime soon and ask her about this. She's been through more patients than a phonebook.' He thought on feeling slightly overwhelmed by the situation. He could not explain it, but he felt the rise in morale and the heat of ambition within the room. It was almost like remembering pieces of a dream and feeling as though he lived through it before. Needless to say it bothered him.
'She'll be in tomorrow, hopefully. I'll have to find her and ask her about this Pillar system.' Trizen had a strong sense of responsibility and was the kind of person that hated dealing with grey. He was a black and white sort of person. 'I wonder if he has anything else to say..'
Trizen stayed where he was and continued to watch for any further development.
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Cody Travers
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Post by Cody Travers on Jul 22, 2008 9:03:08 GMT -8
It seemed that there was a gathering, a gathering which would change the intention of the school. The school being a modern place of education, where people can divide in unison, point it on time and make the grade to an undergraduate school..Making it all into group sessions and stuff. And happy in doing so, passing the years by in happiness while laughing along with their little friends..In their relationships, making babies and shit..
Yeah, fuck that.
This school wasn't built around that.
This school..Isn't for normal people.
But then again, when were people normal around here?
Posters hung around the school, as there was supposed to be some sort of meeting going on. All Cody knew was that he was invited. Invited by one German, never addressed him properly, nor did Cody. But I suppose that really doesn't matter when it comes to business terms..
Especially since everything's gone to sheer hell anyway. But that doesn't matter either..All Cody knew was that he was in the crowd..
Or at least..That's where he wanted to be..
He staggered down the hallway, making his way to this potentially described meeting. Where everything would seem to be interesting as per the events unfolding..
The door creaked as it seemed he was late, in the middle of the speech no less..But Cody was almost unrecognizable, seeing as he was clad in a giant brown trench coat. He flipped a coin, noting the ..giant red book to the side..It seemed to be..talking?
Standing in the crowd, smiling, listening to the speech as it continued, Cody had an apiphiny, it seemed that flipping a coin would be his answer to everything now.
..Enough making decisicions for himself.
Cody chuckled to himself, as he stood in the side of the library, huddled against a wall, listening to the speech entirely..
..Perhaps there would be a party later?
..Besides..
..That German still owes me a hundred bucks..
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Post by Jason Harris on Jul 23, 2008 6:30:34 GMT -8
There Dylan was. Sitting in the crowd. The boy on stage was saying something, but Dylan wasn't really listing. He was waiting for "Unfettered" to show up. Then the boy walked over to his computer and started playing something. "Unfettered" voice could be heard coming from it and smile can across Dylan's face.
The smile only got bigger as the speech went on. There seemed to be little difference between "Unfettered" and Dylan's motives at this point in time. Everything that he wanted to change, it seemed "Unfettered" did as well.
"Well then. Looks like I'm working for you... boss."
Dylan had to applaud "Unfettered". While he had been running around attempting to cause even a little bit of change "Unfettered" was doing something different. Planing, gathering people. All Dylan had been doing was acting. His own attempt at a gang fell on it face, but "Unfettered" was making it work.
Although Dylan's mind was made up, he was going to work for "Unfettered", he was still waiting in the library. He didn't want to leave prematurely and miss something.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 24, 2008 22:35:33 GMT -8
"...Not... 'bad'..."There was a rustling of leather, metal, and buckle, from the shadows, behind the tables, where they were lined up. Some hard-pressed leaning, but he held himself upright, as he came into view of the light, his image slowly making his way about to the audience, right to the tables, from among the aisles of books. His hand reaching to grab one in the darkness, holding it to his left hip, and let his gloved hand touch lightly to the edge of the table, before he warily used his opposing leg to gain leverage---And pulled himself up in one go, without losing his balance. And then, he was there, completely visible in the light.
Long white hair.
Nazi-eye patch over the missing left eye.
Scarf wrapped around his neck.
Black 'Hades Coat'.
The jeans, his equipment, his bokken's tip visible underneath the left side of his coat, the point of a baton at his right. And in his left hand... Sun Tzu's Art Of War.
"Unfettered" was here, after all.
Silence burned into the room, as the German looked around, a light smile on the touch of his face, his eye slightly covered up by his long hair. Using his free hand, he swept it behind his ears in a modest manner, before taking a step and bowing to them all. About thirty to forty people total. Small in number, and even less in terms of those who would actually stay, but that was fine. Advantages and disadvantages were to be expected. There was even... a book. A gigantic book in the back, that... appeared to be muttering to itself---
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-_x"..---"No, he changed his mind. Let 'the book' stay. He might as well demonstrate himself here. And he would turn this into an advantage for himself, as opposed to causing unnecessary strife an disrupting the flow of this whole meeting."I am "Unfettered", ze leader of ze group 'Militia'. Hallo." he began briskly, walking to the center of the 'stage', atop the tables. As he spoke, he raised his hands up to himself, palms lightly angled to his face, fingers slightly cascading down like a stairway. parted from each other by only a few centimeters. But they were held about loftily. "My message is clear, though my reasoning may not be." slowly relaxing his shoulders down, as he brought his left hand to his hip, opening up the book as he beckoned to the whole entire audience with his right hand in a sweeping manor, his eye light, the smile still playing on the edge of his face, but his eye suddenly... "Any and all who wish to not participate: Leave now." An eye of iron, and a sudden stature of steel, his hand gripped tightly into a balled fist at his side, as he clapped the book closed and gripped it equally tightly in his left hand, a very frightening look on his face appearing: "We have no use for those vithout resolve."Hesitation of movement. But the German was leering, unmoving, practically not breathing, letting off a feel of overall discontent. Perhaps he had the look of someone who was chaffing the wheat. Five minutes, if necessary, for everyone to leave...
...OOC: If your character is the type who won't join Militia, this is your cue to leave. "Unfettered" will be watching body language, and may use one of his subordinates to 'escort' you out of the building, if not. If your a determined observer, however... Well, that's where you get to decide what you do to stay and convince these three watching men that you're not '*****-footing around.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * Patiently, staring everyone down, a look of something terrible-tasting in his mouth, as people left one by one or in droves. Didn't know how much time was left, but he was satisfied with what remained---Which wasn't much. But they had what he wanted: Guts. Either that, or extreme enough curiosity to at least duke it out and see.
The smile promptly returned to his face, but there was a much more... 'implied' feel to him, as he looked at them all. Something with more affection. "...So you've stayed, zen. A pleasure. As I already said, I am "Unfettered" Winters, und I am ze leader of zis group. Below me here, standing in front of the ze tables are my commanding officers: Mr. Seran and 'Chocorem'." he said pointing to them as if that was that. There was no smugness in his face, as he let his smile drop to a serious scowl."As of right now, I do not have ze time to properly organize ourselves, but those of you who vish to continue working with me, you are now considered members of 'Militia', und taking orderz from myself or von of my commanding subordinates here. Ze chain of command shall be conducted soon---But as of right now, ve have a hostage situation zat ve have to tend to."He dropped the book, and slowly unzipped his coat, and held out the edges so as to show the insides of his coat to everyone---
It was lined with molotov cocktails.
Letting down his left arm, he reached more directly into the lining of his right arm, and pulled out a small box. But it was obvious what it was. Very archaic form of an explosive, with even a rock inside for shrapnel effect. With a sense of purpose, he walked to the edge of the 'stage', and began reaching inside and pulling out molotovs, lining them up, one by one, a few inches from the edge of the 'stage'. He didn't have all of them, but there were twelve at least. Done, he looked up."Mr. Malice---"---Glare---but he looked away before anyone could see who he was looking at, "has set up for an attack on Mr. Sean Barker's Correctional Facility, where several #259 students are held hostage und experimented on. Ve have only one day left, before ze attack, vich iz ze most opportune time for us. About twenty trash cans vith lids, someone who knows how to hijack vehicles... I have all ze wire cutters und uzzer necessary materials needed for a proper frontal assault."...Perhaps it was the way that he was using his hands when he spoke. But he was doing his best to accentuate an aura of command at this moment, using all the charisma that he could in himself. He had to appear bold, with a sense of duty, give off the feeling of someone who would put people to work. But there was this feel to him, even as he spoke... "...Ve vill need to split ourselves into three assigned teams. Pay attention, I'm not repeating zis:" as stepped back, holding his hands at his sides, before pointing forcibly at the one labeled 'Chocorem'. "Team A vill be headed by 'Chocorem', carrying around ze trashcans. Anyone here see '300'? Good, 'because ze Correctional Facility, if its anywhere near as well funded as our school's nurse's office, zey have tranquilizing guns. Group A are our main 'Trash Men'. Just a few strong men are needed here to be our 'tanks', und need to know how to break through tough forces quickly."With a stare, and a nod towards Gabriel, he pointed to his second commander. "Team B vill be headed by Mr. Seran. Zey are our 'Sappers', our technical vorking men, und our auxiliary forces. Ve vill be using ze sappers for taking down zer means of escape, transport, electricity, und supplies. Our 'fast' group. Ve need zese men to be able to support ze 'Trash Men' ver holes in our defenses appear.""Zen Team C. Ve vill be raiding ze sports equipment room und taking as many baseball bats und uzzer potential 'weaponry' as possible. Zis vill be ze main fighting force, und thus needs to be ze largest. I vill be commanding zis team personally."Reaching into his coat again, he took out a clipboard, and bent down, putting it by the edge:He'd wait for someone to pick it up, and let it get passed around, letting everyone sign up. He'd described all the team's basic descriptions/criteria, but it was a matter of how well they were honest to themselves that would probably be a defining point. Oh well, that scarcely mattered."...Ven everyone's ready, I'll explain ze battle plan, und define our primary, secondary, und side goals for zis mission."
"Feel free to grab one of ze molotov's I have standing up here. One to each person, unless you'd like to make one for yourself."OOC: For anyone who wants to make 'Molotov Cocktails', you can buy it here, using this material recipe here.
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Post by Cody Travers on Jul 25, 2008 4:13:04 GMT -8
..It seemed that the party would begin soon after all. As the main man of the hour finally put himself onto the scene, Cody stopped flipping his coin..It seemed that he would make another, "welcoming speech."
..Even he noticed the giant book.
But seriously, I mean come on. Anyone who was anyone with a sane mind would understand that this book was so far out of place, even a hippie piled on weed with a bunch of dragons sailing across his head would see that book.
Bad move..
But, he didn't care.
Cody wouldn't bother with exposing him right now..He had something far, far more important on his hands..This so called, day of reckoning had made its time, and therefore would seem to be complete.
"I am "Unfettered", ze leader of ze group 'Militia'. Hallo."
"My message is clear, though my reasoning may not be."
"Any and all who wish to not participate: Leave now."
"We have no use for those vithout resolve."
Cody didn't move..Didn't look..Didn't breath..Didn't smile..Didn't frown..Didn't sigh, nor did he leave. He stood to the back, leaning against a bookshelf. His arms crossed..One leg against the bookshelf...
..Waiting..
So it seemed everyone had to make a "first impression of sorts"..
..So..What's next?..
After the grace period of said waiting was over though, Cody was still in the same spot, still steeled in the same spot..It didn't seem as though he could be moved from his spot..And if anyone tried..
..Good luck to you.
Regardless, it didn't seem as if the big cheese wasn't done. As though it seemed that he had more to play with. He watched as his tongue lashed out in this meaningful manner..
Oh..
..So he goes by "Unfettered" now?
"...So you've stayed, zen. A pleasure. As I already said, I am "Unfettered" Winters, und I am ze leader of zis group. Below me here, standing in front of the ze tables are my commanding officers: Mr. Seran and 'Chocorem'."
Cody began twirling the coin in between his knuckles as he observed the first two "subbordinates"..Interesting..Mr. Seran looked rather serious with himself..Cody smirked..he liked a man who was serious about his job..Gave him more incentive.
..However..Chocorem? What the hell? That sounds like some kind of yellow bellied, bird that can't even fly..Who would name themselves after that?!
"As of right now, I do not have ze time to properly organize ourselves, but those of you who vish to continue working with me, you are now considered members of 'Militia', und taking orderz from myself or von of my commanding subordinates here. Ze chain of command shall be conducted soon---But as of right now, ve have a hostage situation zat ve have to tend to."
Indeed, they did. And as such, Cody didn't have anywhere to go..And much less, else to do. He thought about going in there by himself..But this Barker sounded much more organized than some Supernova Syndicate crime mob boss..
However..
..That wasn't the end of it.
Cody watched with his wide eyes, looking on, as he watched Mr. "Unfettered" pull out..Nine..Ten..Ah who cares..They were all the same thing..
..Molotov Cocktails.
Those things were explosive and flammable enough to send this whole damn school up in flames, no less than blow it sky high with the boiler system in the basement.
Cody chuckled..
..Way to start the party..
"Mr. Malice---"
Yes..Mr. Book..Mr. Malice.. The name who had issued a rescue effort all in the first place. And he'd done a terrible job of organizing as such as well..Oh well..First time for everything in the house of cards that would be falling apart soon enough..
"has set up for an attack on Mr. Sean Barker's Correctional Facility, where several #259 students are held hostage und experimented on. Ve have only one day left, before ze attack, vich iz ze most opportune time for us. About twenty trash cans vith lids, someone who knows how to hijack vehicles... I have all ze wire cutters und uzzer necessary materials needed for a proper frontal assault."
Yeah, why not?
And let's hire a clown while we do so for entertainment for the kiddies while we blow up a correctional facility to keep them from crying..
-- It seemed this man had thought of everything, for escape plans to cutting power and destructiveness..Interesting specimen..Tommorow would be a fun day indeed!
"...Ve vill need to split ourselves into three assigned teams. Pay attention, I'm not repeating zis:"
Cody turned his attention from the explosive to the sudden movements of this new leader..He'd pointed his first at Chocorem.
"Team A vill be headed by 'Chocorem', carrying around ze trashcans. Anyone here see '300'?
..No..
Good, 'because ze Correctional Facility, if its anywhere near as well funded as our school's nurse's office, zey have tranquilizing guns. Group A are our main 'Trash Men'. Just a few strong men are needed here to be our 'tanks', und need to know how to break through tough forces quickly."
Alright, so it seemed that this would be our defesnive tactical group. Very interesting use of Trash cans for a defensive outpost and with all due respect to the man..
..Very clever indeed.
Cody watched as he pointed to his second, Mr. Seran.
"Team B vill be headed by Mr. Seran. Zey are our 'Sappers', our technical vorking men, und our auxiliary forces. Ve vill be using ze sappers for taking down zer means of escape, transport, electricity, und supplies. Our 'fast' group. Ve need zese men to be able to support ze 'Trash Men' ver holes in our defenses appear."
Alright..Even a getaway force, seemingly applied enough to itself..
And the lucky third team would be...
"Zen Team C. Ve vill be raiding ze sports equipment room und taking as many baseball bats und uzzer potential 'weaponry' as possible. Zis vill be ze main fighting force, und thus needs to be ze largest. I vill be commanding zis team personally."
..Figures. Although, it was pretty smart..And the idea of weaponry would be fun. Especially with soccer balls and javelins..But Cody only needed one weapon..
..And everyone knew what that was..
Cody watched as "Unfettered" brought out a small clipboard. As though as if he wanted those of us to make the first move..And by all means..It was damn well working..However, none had gone up for the first signature yet..
"...Ven everyone's ready, I'll explain ze battle plan, und define our primary, secondary, und side goals for zis mission."
"Feel free to grab one of ze molotov's I have standing up here. One to each person, unless you'd like to make one for yourself."
And with that, Cody took his chance..He pocketed his hands as he made his way to the stage..Others looked on as the thuds of his shoes hit the ground as he sauntered his way up to the stage..The light hit him as he finally made his way up. His blond hair shining.. Coming close to the edge, he looked down at the sheet..
Alright..Cody thought about this for a moment..He would seemingly have to select his team of what he would be good at..
He thought about team B..But he was never really good ad auxilary kind of stuff that "Unfettered" had explained earlier. He cross that one off his mind..
And that left two..
Being either a trash man..
Or a Fighter.
Cody couldn't choose, he was making these decisions based on his fighting ability and point of interest..Where he could be needed the most..And with that..Cody put the pen down that he had in his hand..Only to pull out that coin..
A strange way of doing things..
But..
With that he placed the coin strategically on his thumb..
..Heads..I'm a trash man..
..Tails..I'm a fighter..
Cody flicked the coin into mid air, as it seemingly made that familiar "ping" sound..Looking up at it as the light gleamed its brightness. It flew down into Cody's hand..As he caught it, he slapped it on his wrist..
..Tails..
Cody then put the coin back in his pocket, picking up the pen he scribbled his name onto the paper..
..Simple and to suffice..
Cody then handed the clipboard out, for anyone who had the guts to take it..
His decision had been made..By luck of all things..
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 25, 2008 7:49:40 GMT -8
"I am "Unfettered", ze leader of ze group 'Militia'. Hallo. My message is clear, though my reasoning may not be. Any and all who wish to not participate: Leave now. We have no use for those vithout resolve."
Layla's interest was piqued, for sure.
She had applauded at his speech, and now... she figured that this boy had plans hidden up in that mind of his -- big ones.
She was very impressed.
She would turn to look at those exiting the room. Well, it was either they lacked the willpower, or they lacked the courage to join the said cause -- or maybe just plain against it.
Layla shook her head. "...So you've stayed, zen. A pleasure. As I already said, I am "Unfettered" Winters, und I am ze leader of zis group. Below me here, standing in front of the ze tables are my commanding officers: Mr. Seran and 'Chocorem'."
She smiled. Emily's brother -- well, it was more than a pleasure for the surgeon to see him here. His little thing with Emily and "Unfettered" had amused her very much. It helps to hang around the broadcast room.
"As of right now, I do not have ze time to properly organize ourselves, but those of you who vish to continue working with me, you are now considered members of 'Militia', und taking orderz from myself or von of my commanding subordinates here. Ze chain of command shall be conducted soon---But as of right now, ve have a hostage situation zat ve have to tend to."
He unzipped his coat. Aha. Molotov cocktails... and an explosive.
Layla's grin grew.
"Mr. Malice--- has set up for an attack on Mr. Sean Barker's Correctional Facility, where several #259 students are held hostage und experimented on. Ve have only one day left, before ze attack, vich iz ze most opportune time for us. About twenty trash cans vith lids, someone who knows how to hijack vehicles... I have all ze wire cutters und uzzer necessary materials needed for a proper frontal assault... Ve vill need to split ourselves into three assigned teams. Pay attention, I'm not repeating zis: Team A vill be headed by 'Chocorem', carrying around ze trashcans. Anyone here see '300'? Good, 'because ze Correctional Facility, if its anywhere near as well funded as our school's nurse's office, zey have tranquilizing guns. Group A are our main 'Trash Men'. Just a few strong men are needed here to be our 'tanks', und need to know how to break through tough forces quickly."
300? Nope. Haven't watched that before.
"Team B vill be headed by Mr. Seran. Zey are our 'Sappers', our technical vorking men, und our auxiliary forces. Ve vill be using ze sappers for taking down zer means of escape, transport, electricity, und supplies. Our 'fast' group. Ve need zese men to be able to support ze 'Trash Men' ver holes in our defenses appear. Zen Team C. Ve vill be raiding ze sports equipment room und taking as many baseball bats und uzzer potential 'weaponry' as possible. Zis vill be ze main fighting force, und thus needs to be ze largest. I vill be commanding zis team personally."
Heh. Layla wanted to help, but she was nowhere near compatible for any of those groups.
She'll stay at the side as a medic -- hopefully none of them would mind, mm?
The woman stood still, carefully listening while the crowd gathered in to sign.
Barely noticed, even though she was wearing her clothes, wearing a wig similar to her hairstyle...
Almost as if she was there herself.
Only things that would be off were her height and eye colour, those were minor details. Not a problem -- the biggest problem is her legs basically tiring out.
She leaned back at 'the book' again and yawned softly.
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