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Post by The New Student Dean on Aug 11, 2008 17:05:15 GMT -8
Moderator Note: For everyone who's participating in Mr. Malice's ploy with the two teachers. You may start posting here, the bus arrival, etcetera. It is the teacher's initiative as to whether or not they will post first (which is recommended that they do, to help guide along the students on their objectives). Please post when you're leaving for another thread, mentioning it in bold code at the end of your post, when/if you transition.Inside The Monster's Den Immediately after stepping foot inside the automatic opening doors, the first thing that would be noticed is the white tiled floor at the feet. Or more accurately, the overwhelming sense of white, of emptiness, of possibility. The blinding light from the ceiling takes a moment, but upon adjusting, you see artificial oak as you look at the head desk, several people, much like those outside, clad in black, typing furiously, making calls and talking in whispers. So engrossed in work, even as the occasional set of three Enforcers may walk from one of the two main doors leading even further in.
Behind the front desk, there is only one door, with a plaque on it reading simply 'Employee's Only'. Of course, this is where the assigned students are going. Inside is a stair-way to the second floor, a massive field of cubicles, filled with people in white lab coats, the black uniform, and some people who appear to be just the generic white-collar worker in standard business attire. It is here that they intend to work the students to the effects of being porters, carrying supplies from Target A to correctly labeled Target B.
...Of course, this is where all the business is being conducted.
If, however, a person were to venture either left or right, upon entering, to the unlabeled identical wooden doors on both sides, with simple brass door knobs, they'd find themselves in even brighter white lights, and a seemingly endless cadre of doors. Doors upon doors upon doors, some unmarked, some unlabeled, and a few graciously listed with some corresponding name. But this is purposely done, purposely designed. Some lead to very mundane places, some to very important locations, but they all look the same, all look ordinary. As if to contrast, there are of course, many Enforcers who patrol around these areas. However, word is that Public High School #259 is going to help out with some work today.
Therefore...
Security's been tightened.
For the success of the Public High Schoolers, especially those under Mr. Malice his faculty's directive, to act the part, if they want to get through this as quickly as possible.Moderator Notes:
-Every 3 Posts, Regardless Of Post-Turn, Enforcers Will Patrol Into Areas That May Or May Not Be Inhabited By PCs. Failure To Post Avoiding Enforcer Detection In The Following Post Will Immediately Result In An End To The Attacking Force's Surprise Factor.
-There Are XXX Enforcers. Reinforcements May Be Called In At Any Time, If Suspicious Movement/Behavior Is Detected.
-Enforcer Statistics:
Strength: 30-35
Dexterity: 30-35
Constitution: 30-35
Intelligence: 30-35
Wisdom: 30-35
Charisma: 30-35
Current Patrolling Numbers: 25 (Scattered Throughout Building)
Equipped With:
- Radio (1 Out Of Every 3 Enforcers)
- Extending Custom Baton (1 For Each Enforcer)
- Tazer Gun (1 Out Of Every 3 Enforcers)
- 3 Color Canisters (Set Of 3 For Each 1 Enforcer)
Difficulty: Moderately High
-These Are Not The Push-Overs You May Have Met In Public High School #259's Enforcer Riot. They Are Trained With At Least 2-3 Different Fighting Styles, And Are Methodical In Their Work. They Are Paid Individuals, However, But Mercy Cannot Be Afforded Here.
-'Scientist' Statistics:
Strength: 5-15
Dexterity: 5-45
Constitution: 5-30
Intelligence: 25-55
Wisdom: 5-25
Charisma: 5-50
Equipped With:
- 1 Color Canister (0, 1, Or 3 For Every 10 Scientists; May Be A New Type)
Difficulty: Moderate
-You Just Can't Tell With These Guys. Some May Really Be Those Innocent Guys That Are Being Used For Evil, Some May Just Be There Purely To Work, And Others Really Do Know What They're Doing. Whether Those Ones Have A Conscious Or Not All Depends, But Don't You Think The Fact That You May Get Some To Sympathize With And Even Help You Out To Be Useful? Still, These Are Intelligent Monsters, And You Never Know If They Just Might Be Leading You Into A Trap. Fight And/Or Trust At Your Own Discretion.
-Business/Employees
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Dexterity:
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Intelligence:
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Charisma:
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Difficulty:
-The Fact That You Don't Know About These Guys Either Is Just As Dangerous. Some May Be Trained In Self-Defense, Some Are Just The People Wasting Away Their Lives, Not Knowing What, Some Know What's Going On But Are Here For The Money. Every One Of These Have Their Own Individual Background And Reason For Being Here. Trust At Your Own Discretion. You May Incur Their Wrath If You Fight Needlessly, And Without Justice, Or They May Be Tricked Into Fighting You. Encounter With Caution.
'Confirmed', But To Be Discovered Rooms:
- 45+ Unknown Rooms
- 1 Surveillance Room
- 3 Sets Of Restrooms
- Electricity Maintenance Room
- Water Supply Room, Cafeteria
- 10 Confirmed Testing Rooms
- 4 Confirmed 'Battle/Fighting' Rooms
- 120 Cells
- 'Main Office'
- Janitor Room
- Storage Room
- Supply Room
- Equipment Room
- One Large Room Underground (Seems To Have A Tunneling System To Every Cell Room)
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Post by meigan on Aug 11, 2008 17:51:31 GMT -8
[Edit: Ehhhh, frick. This is what I get for not reading anything ever. Fixing the post, and apologies to Dieudonnee and Serj (right?) who are like, leading and stuff. I'll let y'all take over from here. >_> *bashes self with a frying pan*) --- The ride to the correctional facility wasn't too long, though it felt rather tedious none-the-less, and Marina felt relieved when the large vehicle rolled to a stop. Standing up, she would face the students from the head of the bus, issuing a short shrill whistle for silence. This mission was too serious for misheard directions. "Can I have your attention please. Our goal today is to liberate the eight students mentioned by Mr. Malice in the debriefing as well as Mr. Malice's colleague Mr. Ender. I don't think I need to remind you how dangerous it will be, or just how careful you will need to be to accomplish this. You will need to work together, watch each others backs, and make it each and every one of your's responsibility that we all return safely. This isn't a game, and it isn't a competition. Sean Barker has weapons at his disposal that we can only dream of. It may seem like a horrible disadvantage on our part, but we have one thing he doesn't. The element of surprise, try to keep it that way."It seemed rather long winded on Marina's part, but now was the only time they had to offer words to these kids. "Once you step off this bus, assume your roles as obedient, knowledge thirsty students. The facility believes this trip is a learning experience, convince them of it. Put them at ease so that we may accomplish our goal. Do not stray from the group until you are given the go-ahead. I recommend you go in groups of two, search swiftly and silently. Once you have found the students, release them, return back to the buses as quickly as possible. If all else fails, come back here, the bus drivers will be waiting. Good luck."And with that she turned and stepped off the bus as the pneumatic bus doors receded with a hiss. --- Click, click, click, click..Heeled shoes echoed off the white tile of the building, Marina Cassidy along with fellow faculty Layla Clavering, led the willing group of students that had come to Malice's office into the correctional facility. They were posing as aid from the school, representatives of PHS #259, getting their hands dirty in the real world. Get bad grades and this is where you could end up kids, [/s]that is, if you're not kidnapped and sent here to be experimented on.[/s] The first thing to notice about our art teacher today was the lack of color and flowing outfits. Today she was wearing a gray skirt and jacket work suit with a black v-neck underneath. Her heels too, were black, very different than the candy apple and lime green she was used to. Her brilliant red hair was slicked back and pinned to her head in a small french knot. In her arms was a manila folder with a few papers in it. Signed permission slips from the school for each student to participate in this community service. Turquoise eyes glanced about before approaching the front desk. Straightening her back, she waited for the woman behind the counter to glance up from the monitor in front of her. She was rather preoccupied with her work though, and the art teacher cleared her throat impatiently, the black clad woman looking up with a slightly irritated expression. Well, here goes nothing. "Good morning, we are from Public High School #259, we have a scheduled visit and community aid planned for today."All true enough, getting in wasn't the hard part, per say. It was once they passed through that door that everything relied on skill, and a shitton of luck. The woman behind the counter consulted her screen before nodding, indicating the door right behind the desk. "Second floor and straight ahead." She droned in a nasally voice, clearly enthused with her job. Smiling vampirically, Ms Cassidy nodded in acknowledgment, before leading the way to the door. At this point they would wait at the top of the stairs until everyone joined them, at which point they would progress to the cubicles to begin their learning. Oh joy. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2008 10:38:25 GMT -8
A heavy sigh came from Saint has he gazed idly at his hands. What was he doing here? What was he doing period? He didn’t have an answer anymore, no clue at all about what or why as he just moved forward almost blindly. He wasn’t even sure if he cared whether or not this little plan worked anymore. If there was just one word to describe how Saint appeared and felt it would be tired, not in a physical sense but a mental one. Pile on top of that how out of place he was here, in a fight were he had nothing to really fight for. A few more hefty sighs as he laughed quietly at himself in a derisive manner. It was funny… in a sad way.
Slowly Saint rose to his feet and followed the other students as well as the two teachers off the bus. It was an unavoidable feeling to feel like a simple pawn in a bigger game, though disturbing it made things easier as all he had to do was play his part. The pillar gave his head a quick shake before assuming the role that Ms. Cassidy had requested of the group, eager ready to learn students. It wasn’t a far stretch for him because the more they knew about this facility the better their chances were, even if all it was only what they were willing to show.
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Post by John on Aug 29, 2008 9:01:15 GMT -8
John wore his game face, of course it was a face of an innocently eager to learn student from 259. He had to actually smile, as awekward as it was for him. He would walk with the others the same way they walked. But he had been noticing the way Saint had seemed... Distant. lost even. This would not due for someone who was supposed to be a pillar of support for the students. So John would bring his pace up until he got next to Saint. Keeping his rather fake face on as he spoke to him.
"If you dont support them, they will fall... So I will help support you."
In a barely audible whisper, he spoke as he passed, probably sounding like some voice in his mind. But it was the truth, John would aid him, he was a symbol to the students. If he didn't keep supporting them, moral would be lost. In battle Moral was half of the battle.
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Post by Word up on Aug 29, 2008 17:16:06 GMT -8
I knew this wouldn’t be a normal field trip when I signed up but I had a reason for being here after finding out some disturbing news when I was at home talking to my brah and mah. Anyway I didn’t really follow the teacher’s advice, see I thought it would be suspicious if all the students here were bright and cheery. Aren’t some like ‘yo I don’t wanna be here but it beats class’? And that was exactly the look I took. As for my greater reason for signing up for this little adventure…
I was pretty much on the heels of the dude in the red coat so I was able to hear his words of encourage to Za. Figure it out now? Anyway I placed my hand on his shoulder as I walked by, he was still freakishly tall for his age, and said just as quietly, “Don’ worray, Rasta.”
For some clarification for those who might still not understand… my cousin studied and taught Capoeira in Rio. I happened to visit him when I could and hung out with one of his students. Nice kid who you all know… Zachariah Rose, of course I always called him Za. Now I didn’t know he lived here until that discussion I mention earlier, during which I found out not only was he living in Long Beach but his mah had passed away. A Rasta got to watch out for his boys…
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Post by Serj Castlereagh on Sept 2, 2008 10:42:23 GMT -8
"You have quite a way with words, Miss Cassidy,"
Serj stood beside the teacher at the top of the stairs, his hands behind his straight back, chin cocked at an angle as he watched the students approach, not looking at them but through them. "If they are all capable, and I mean relatively uninjured, we should be ready to take our nessecary steps to victory." |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2008 19:30:36 GMT -8
Saint heard the voice of someone, a slightly familiar one as his head tweaked to find the origin. John? He blinked in confusion, the meaning of the words not really sinking or connecting with his thoughts. If John’s vow of support hadn’t thrown Saint off enough the fact that Jah C was here too blew his mind. It had been over two years since the last time they’d seen each other. He shook his head trying to make sense of everything but to little avail at the moment. At least… he wasn’t completely alone.
Noticing the teacher’s ahead, specifically the pale one from the meeting, Saint returned to the learning demeanor from before. As trusting as he could be, there was still something about all of this that didn’t sit right. Maybe it was just this teacher’s appearance that brought up the feelings… or maybe the fact that every incident like this one at this school had been caused by the faculty in some way. After all Asiv stole from his brother to start the war with the gods.
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Sept 24, 2008 21:20:41 GMT -8
Ease slowly... and...
-SKIFFSKIFF-
OI.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...
-SKIFFSKIFFSKIFFSKIFF-
Of all thing she wasn't expecting... stairs was one of them. The blonde clutched tightly to the rails along the walls, her knuckles turning white from her grip. Her body shook as she tried to remain in a half-crouched position, stopping any drops down the STAIRS OF DOOM. "There's no need for stairs" the girl thought bitterly, "Why? WHY? Ramps work fine!". Then again, not everyone wore rollerskates around, now did they? Arim took a deep cleansing breath, she could... WOULD do this. She had to... not much choice here. Her foot rolled forward, slowly descending to the next step. The other one followed beside it, keeping her heel on the brake to stop any unwanted movement.
....
Ok, this will work.
Her hand descended down the ramp and she stood up straight.
=DDD
MUCH BETTER!
The teenager confidently put her foot forward, keeping it on the brake. The next followed, but slipped of the side, throwing the girl off balance. The girl flailed her arms before falling face-first into the staircase and sliding down to the bottom.
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Post by meigan on Oct 28, 2008 19:07:22 GMT -8
[ooc: Soooo sorry about the delay guys. You're all troopers and will be justly rewarded <3 Hang in there!]
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'You have quite a way with words, Miss Cassidy. If they are all capable, and I mean relatively uninjured, we should be ready to take our necessary steps to victory.'
"I am simply doing my job, Mr. Castlereagh." came her hushed reply, but a sparkle of her turquoise eyes and a shadow of a smirk on the corner of her lips let him know she accepted the compliment. She looked about the group of students, and pondered the state of the students trapped in this facility. Were they able to move themselves? Could they fight? If they were injured or even worse, comatose, then getting them out without much of a stir would be quite a problem.
"Let us hope so." She then turned her attention to the approaching facility workers. Now they would have to play their parts flawlessly if they were going to pull this off. If this were a stage the spotlights would be turning on with a loud, foreboding clicking sound.
Aaaand, action.
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[Quest post coming]
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Post by (RAWR)~ on Oct 28, 2008 21:16:35 GMT -8
At Long Last...A tour? [/u][/center] Of the two scientists approaching, only one had a clipboard. He held it loosely in front of him, drawing the pen in his hand down the length of the board as if reading down a list. Occasionally he would look up from the clipboard to the group in front of him and back down. He was clad in a white lab coat and pants with many, many pockets. Some folded papers stuck out of some, or pens, even a corked test tube rested in this left breast pocket, bubbling in its confined space. A sharp pair of silver spectacles were perched on his nose, occasionally reflecting the white light from the ceiling in blinding white bursts when he moved his head. His cranium was devoid of hair, and kind of shiny, decorated in some sort of tribal tattoos, but at 6'4" it is rather difficult to tell exactly. He steps up to the group and with a flash of his specs, looks down his nose at the students and teachers before him. Not two steps behind was the second scientist, a woman who looks like she could have stepped out of the Jetsons or some futuristic sci-fi. Her lab attire is completely streamlined, a shorter lab coat than her counterpart, long white lab gloves and tall white boots, all rather form fitting. Anything that is not covered by these, her arms and legs, are clad in a cool blue underarmor, almost giving the impression of blue skin. Her safety glasses are also tinted blue and wrap around her eyes in a futuristic fashion. Her ink black hair is swept back in a flawless bun and a nail file rests in her hands, which seems a bit out of place. "Public High School 259, I presume."The low gravelly tones of the man with the clipboard breaks the silence. He looks at them with an unamused expression, his gaze piercing the air. He had three experiments on the edge of a breakthrough and here he was stuck on tour duty. He was not particularly thrilled. CRASH! The pen in the man's hand snapped in half and the woman scientist looked up from her filing at the commotion. A vein pulsed in the man's temple and he tilted his head, eyes obscured by the white reflection in his glasses. "Oh f'Pete's sake, will somevone PLEASE help her up d'ose schtairs?!"The man barked, accent breaking through his prior monotone. He stayed where he was, still for a moment, before the broken pen disappeared into his pocket to be replaced with another one. The woman returned to her filing. He kept his gaze on the stairs until the girl with the roller skates was hoisted up to the rest of the group, before continuing. "Now. Without further interrupshuns...I suppose introductions are in order. I am Dr. Devlin, department ov research-""And I am Dr. Vin, department of technology." drawled the woman, smirking over her nail file. "Today you are going to witness the glorious aspects of a modern correctional facility. California has the first of it's kind. No longer do we 'hole up' bad guys and give them free food and tax-free housing-""But we are gathering the intelligence in order to properly treat d'ese ne'er-do-wells and actually correct zem." finished Dr. Devlin. He narrowed his eyes behind his spectacles and scrunched his nose slightly, giving them a critical look. "We are not showing you our actual vork, that is confidential, but you vill be getting a tour and a questchun and answer time, and then you vill be doing some small vork for either Dr. Vin or myself. Zerefore, we will splitchu into two groups."Dr. Vin looked up from her filing, pondering the group in front of her and pointing with her nail file. "You, you, and you, with me. You three in the front with Dr. Devlin. Roller-girl, you will be with me as well. And the boy with the white hair." She gestured with her nail file, almost like a baton as she waved the students to their places. "Boy with the jacket, and boy with the dreads, with Dr. Devlin. As well as you two in the back there."The students would them file to their respective guides, leaving the teachers. "Right. Now if you two would also each take a group. Sir with me, Ma'am, with him." She drawled, flicking her nail file in the direction for each of them, it glinted slightly in the light, and one would see that it too was of a silver color. Rather peculiar. "My group vill begin our tour downstairs. Stay close and do not wander off, and do not touch anything. Undershtood?" Oddly, the last part of his sentence didn't sound much like a question. Without another word he turned and descended the stairs they had just come up, leaving the other half of the group with Dr. Vin. "Right. We will begin up here. You will see many people working but please do not disrupt them or touch anything." She said, repeating Dr. Devlin's warning for emphasis. It was almost like they didn't want them snooping around... --- Jackson, Saint, and Ms. Cassidy are with Dr. Devlin's group going downstairs.
"If, however, a person were to venture either left or right, upon entering, to the unlabeled identical wooden doors on both sides, with simple brass door knobs, they'd find themselves in even brighter white lights, and a seemingly endless cadre of doors. Doors upon doors upon doors, some unmarked, some unlabeled, and a few graciously listed with some corresponding name. But this is purposely done, purposely designed. Some lead to very mundane places, some to very important locations, but they all look the same, all look ordinary. As if to contrast, there are of course, many Enforcers who patrol around these areas."
Sneak away from the group, investigate Dr. Devlin, or follow along like a good student. The choice is up to you.
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John, Arim, and Serj are with Dr. Vin's group upstairs.
There are a plethora of cubicles on this floor, as well as doors on either side to offices or other places. There is another staircase to the back that leads both upwards and downwards. Try to sneak out of the group, investigate Dr. Vin or other workers, or stick with the group like a good student. The choice is up to you.
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Post by John on Oct 28, 2008 21:46:21 GMT -8
Seemed these people wheren't all that interested in showing around these students. The appearance of Serj, and the jamaican guy, not to mention some girl on rollerblades... John started to feel like he needed to get out more often, he didn't know anyone here except Saint. Of course thinking about it he had missed most everything that the two scientist looking individuals had said until...
"... And the boy with the white hair."
He looked to the female who had said this. He was kinda thrown back to reality by this and descided to look attentive, judging from the rest of what she said, he was to split from Saint, and that big looking guy. Looked like he'd have to help from another part of the Correctional Facility.
As his group was led on by this chick, he was interested in catching a peek od what they where doing. Also if there was some way to lure this lab chick somewhere they could jump her quietly, take her down quickly and do some snooping. This was going to be harder than he thought. The girl with the blades had already attracted enough attention. o her vanishing would seem odd.
~I could always set something on fire.~
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 31, 2008 1:28:32 GMT -8
*SMASH*
Just a few minutes after Mr. Malice's teacher-escorted student forces went burrowing in, the German blasted his way inside with the hammer. Debris flew after him from the backlash of his swings, his entire hefting the thing about heavily as it carried much destructive force. If anyone unfamiliar came at him, he'd immediately launch himself at him/her/them. with a horizontal swing.
There was a tenseness, as he came across many doors. Those that led upstairs... those that led downstairs. Provided Cody had caught up with him, he'd heft the hammer onto his shoulder if there were no foes about."...I'm zinking of heading down... Unlezz holding studentz az prisoners vould mean zat zey vould be upstairz."The German was intelligent. But even with the resoluteness in his voice, this was still a large first for many of them. Still, the passionate rampaging spirit that he displayed hadn't burned out. In fact, it was seeming to grow hotter and hotter in his eye as he looked about, a cumulation of frustrations and angers begging for release. Still, vengeance calling, there had to be a plan of some sorts. And the disorganization of this event was already showing itself.
Eris wasn't with the assault team. Last time "Unfettered" looked, she was with Miss Clavering.
Delilah... she was technically on his team, and he expected her to follow through and follow them, but he might have to pull a quick juxtaposition and switch her to Gabriel's 'Sapper' team. He'd completely forgotten about her skills as a mechanic.
Lauren... Tracey... yeah, those two were here. Carrying the supplies, ready to give hell, ready to supply them with what they needed.
That left... Whin and Cody. Cody was above-average for a competent fighter. However, Whin was the anomaly. For now, he'd have him stick with him until he could figure out their overall compatibility.
Still, the German looked undeterred. There was no question in his mind that they would succeed. They had so events and occurrences that worked for them, his companion's zeal, and more importantly, a very, very strong goal. Morale was going to be high. At this point, they might as well be juggernauts.
Confidently, stepping on the broken glass, concrete, and other various bits of debris, he felt inside his jacket for his two other special prizes.
Whether or not Cody provided him with a feeling of approval, the German focused himself downwards. His team had to get to the cornerstones of this place, anyways, if they were going to blow it up.---A little detail he may have left out to everyone. But they were walking blind here. Stopping for a moment, he rested the hammer down, if no opponents arrived, leaning against the side wall of the stairs. Reaching into his pocket, he flicked open the phone, making a few calls.
Looking up, if Delilah followed him, he'd beckon him over to her. Even if Gabriel was in the area, however, he'd still make the call."Gabriel... I need to emphasize that finding that Surveillance Room is important. So important that I'm re-assigning Delilah Black to your team---She's a extremely competent engineer, and can beat down a lot of ass. We're heading downstairs, seeing if we can pursue the other groups, and/or checking out how many levels there are. And/Or later on... send her outside to help the Trashmen by blowing up some cars."Looking at Delilah, provided she was there, he'd give her a nod, as long as Gabriel gave the motion to accept this.
Then, Whin. Pointing him downward, further past the stairs, he gave a nod."You are ze advance troop. Scout on ahead---not too far, and report back for reinforcements to defeat potential small engagements---luring them back to us as bait if needed, curiuos things of potential usefuleness, and to give us some eyes. Abstain from engaging ze interests of large groups when possible---ve must be swift."
"Lauren, Tracey, you're going to be handling the gear. Cody... you and I are going to be ze main fighterz versus anyone Whin brings for us."
"Iz zat all? Let's GO!"The German, walking quickly down the stairs, to the point of almost sprinting, would have already flicked his cellphone back into his pocket, and hefted his hammer onto his shoulder, ready for a up-and-over-downward strike for anyone who wanted to catch him with that momentum. But slow enough for Whin to outrun him, as needed.
Lauren and Tracey didn't look all too happy at this, but they carried on the Assault Team's gear, such as buckets filled with various bottled objects, and backpacks filled with dangerous concoctions. Perhaps not the most enthralling job, but definetely one of the most important ones. Popping in about three more painkillers into his mouth as he went, the German ran on, waiting for Whin or for himself to encounter their first opponent. And hopefully a fountain's worth of information.RP Tools Transferring
-1 Miscellaneous Tool Kits (On NPC Tracey)
-10 Water Bottles (Strapped To "Unfettered")
-20 Molotov Cocktails (Miscellaneous Amount Strapped To All Participants)
-About Four Lighters (Whoever Claims Them First)
-30 Pain-Killer Pills (On "Unfettered")
-Miscellaneous Janitor Supplies (1/2) (Whoever Wants To RP Holding Them/NPC Lauren)
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Nov 1, 2008 13:04:32 GMT -8
ZZZZZZZZZZZ!
ZZZZZZZZZZZ!
A vibration in Gabriel’s left coat pocket sounded noisily.
He continued on for a few steps before coming to a halt in the middle of the hallway he’d made his own little entrance to earlier on. His group was hopefully following closely behind; being in such a rushed state Gabriel had made no move to look beck till now.
His hand slid gracefully into the corner pocket flipping the screen open propping out a dim light the phone gave off before nestling it to his ear.
“Go,” He ushered silently in the empty corridor.
"Gabriel... I need to emphasize that finding that Surveillance Room is important. So important that I'm re-assigning Delilah Black to your team---She's a extremely competent engineer, and can beat down a lot of ass. We're heading downstairs, seeing if we can pursue the other groups, and/or checking out how many levels there are. And/Or later on... send her outside to help the Trashmen by blowing up some cars."
Gabriel listened obediently without interruption. He was calm and focused, eyes trained, scanning the darkness for whatever loomed ahead. The phone clicked and he was on the move again this time his pace had quickened blurring around corners and narrow doorways, like the dark.
Gabriel came to a halt at the end of one such corner peering around to check for the clear. He sat in a crouched position notifying that he wished for the group to gather around him like a huddle.
“Ok, here’s the deal, from here on out we have to be swift and determined, if we don’t take out the surveillance of this facility the rest of the team, everyone here is screwed so keep that in mind…” Gabriel snarled, showing his apt mistrust of people.
Gabriel traced out a make shift map on his left forearm,
“See, here we need to take out the power, Delilah will be meeting us there, for this operation we may need to split up into additional groups and come together later.”
He stared thoughtfully at the chart he made and then to the surrounding faces.
“Zach and Scarlet you’re with me, we’re going straight to the surveillance room, Dylan and Takehiko, you two are going to the maintenance room to meet up with Delilah and reroute the power to the surveillance room, got it?”
Gabriel trailed off pulling around the corner and redialed the number that would connect with Delilah.
“Hey, meet over by the maintenance room, I’ve sent you some back up.” He said just as quickly as was opportune, the phone shut off with a click and he signaled his group in their preordained directions.
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Cody Travers
Soldier
"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Post by Cody Travers on Nov 5, 2008 7:57:50 GMT -8
Finally, the way inside was clear as Cody trampled inside to follow Mr. leader with the other group members.. Wait.. Where were they? He looked ahead only to see "Unfettered" in front of him hefting that giant hammer like some sort of barbarian. It was quite easy to see that he was more.. Empowered than before, of course. Maybe those needles of.. Whatever did the trick. He stopped just before the German and took a look around. It was quite obvious to see that not many people were left of the group.. Just him, That crazy German, and another guy he didn't know..
What was his name again? Whin?
Cody shrugged.
"...I'm zinking of heading down... Unlezz holding studentz az prisoners vould mean zat zey vould be upstairz."
Cody listened, it would be more prompt to make the decision now. But going on his own would be stupid.
..Of course, that's what the other were for supposedly.
He looked at the other two girls, quite ready for battle, but only supplies were their specialty by the looks of it, and that made the point that they would be supporting the group.
"I think it's most likely that we head down--"
Too late, he was already gone, and with that, Cody shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. It was obvious that he was too far in the moment to see anything straight.. But then again, he was the head of this point and all, it's only best to do something on the basis of non-conjecture.. In English.. Follow them fuckin' orders!
Facing the downwards of the stairs he was accompanied by the lot, however taking a small break as he held up his arm to stop the other assault group in attempt to hold the position, while "Unfettered" brought out his phone, Cody waited patiently, scoping the area out. Carefully I might add..
"Gabriel... I need to emphasize that finding that Surveillance Room is important. So important that I'm re-assigning Delilah Black to your team---She's a extremely competent engineer, and can beat down a lot of ass. We're heading downstairs, seeing if we can pursue the other groups, and/or checking out how many levels there are. And/Or later on... send her outside to help the Trashmen by blowing up some cars."
Sounds like it's going to be a real fuckin' party outside. Cody then looked over to Whin, whom the attention was directed at, as the German pointed to him, and then downstairs..
"You are ze advance troop. Scout on ahead---not too far, and report back for reinforcements to defeat potential small engagements---luring them back to us as bait if needed, curiuos things of potential usefuleness, and to give us some eyes. Abstain from engaging ze interests of large groups when possible---ve must be swift."
Interesting.. He'd be testing his abilities then? Prvided that he could hold his ground.
"Lauren, Tracey, you're going to be handling the gear. Cody... you and I are going to be ze main fighterz versus anyone Whin brings for us."
Cody crossed his arms smirking, those gloves just itching to punch someone in the face now, odds were that chances are, things wouldn't move too smoothly.. Downstairs.. Seemed more like hell to the 5 interlopers.. But Cody was determined to get these people out.. He knew what it was like to be caged.. Too nostalgic memories..
"Looks like we can handle it! But we must be careful.. Layouts of this kind of setup are rather.. Surprising.. I've got your backs.."
"Iz zat all? Let's GO!"
And with simple sight, Cody bounded behind both of the fighters, following "Unfettered" and Whin at a small distance, that way if the German was to get the drop on someone and there were more than one force, Cody could place defence as needed..
".. These escapees are damn lucky to have us." He commented waiting for Whin to report.
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Post by Trizen Takano on Nov 9, 2008 21:04:43 GMT -8
((Looks like I need to get reacquainted with the plot. Sorry for staying away guys.))
Takehiko's senses were beginning to beam as he could not get his mind around how he managed to survive the fits and bouts just outside the facility. They were in. Here and now, he needed to concentrate, though that's what he first needed to convince his mind to do. His body reacted to anything and everything, almost as though it was the one that would be sure to keep vigilante while the mind analyzed and repeated instructions until completed task. The main one being to survive.
Oh boy... the blue-eyed boy thought as his wild midnight coloured hair moved on the slighted whim of neck turned. Gabriel looked as though he had just gotten off the phone, and was focused. This was where Trizen had to pay attention. He would be a mild distance from Zach, Scarlet and Dylan for the major of their run from corner to corner, but it was moreso as lookout. He was only a full 24 hours into being a member of the school and somehow he managed to get himself into this mess. He figured it was better for him to get caught if anything; what was the worst that could happen? But his conscious always sprung to mind.
'Don't forget about your promise to Mister Blaze.'
'Right. I hope that guy's alright.'
The group stopped again, but this time for instructions. They all huddled together and for the first time, he felt included. Well, moreso involved if anything. He was given an assignment, one he knew would come up.
'Delilah... she's...' he thought back to the one who drove the bus and nearly ran him over a little earlier that morning. 'Or was that Scarlet...' He couldn't remember but the smirk on his face made him think it was worth asking a little later when, or if, they all managed to get out of there.
"Got it." Takehiko said in confirmation. He look a mental picture of the makeshift map and made a thankful note to himself that he snagged that pocket toolkit and lighter from Unfettered earlier on.
It had been the second time he met Dylan, but the first real time he could likely get to know him throughout the mission. Something told him he would be relying heavily on Dylan for his help, the guards that were around looked stronger than predicted.
Gabriel was now on the move and now it was Trizen's turn. "We should go," the fourteen year old said on keeping a mental position on his mental map. It was ironic really, but it seemed they would be heading in the opposite direction of the other team. He made sure to keep tabs on where the other team ended up should they need the backup.
'Here we go...' Trizen decided to take the first lead as he bolted down the chosen corridor. Dylan was close behind. Now they needed to know if Delilah had made it.
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