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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 25, 2008 8:00:07 GMT -8
..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.
Trizen Takano had been standing for the while soon after the presentation and in that same instant saw the amount of people who would leave out of their own fresh insecurities. While the fourteen year old had no idea who these people were about, it seemed his questions about noble intent would be answered as the appearance of a strong young man would come into light. At this point, his ears picked up the whispers and murmuring of a few new voices and out of subtle fear began to make their exit. It was without question this student was far from average and his presence screamed intimidation on the slightest whim.
The boy kept his same straight face while his thought passed by. No one had bothered him earlier and he was not about to change that simply because he wanted to see more. He was certainly a curious observer, but the intention from his man was strong and seemingly unmoveable. Trizen did not understand what he felt, but he knew he felt it. Here, the young pianist decided to label it as charisma even if he knew it was hardly the word for it. Well, there was the extent of the mental translation of his soul. His spirit understood it, though the soul had two routes: physical and mental. The soul was always the translator, but this time around it would be that much harder to try and understand what was said. The musical protegy would ignore the internal bickering for now as his mind snapped back into place. A stranger was handing him the sign-up sheet. Everything passed by that quickly?
Taking the clipboard in hand, Trizen used his free writing hand to grab a pen from within his pocket. While his right hand firmly grasped the clipboard, his left hand felt somewhat nervous as he knew everything had gone by terribly fast. It was his first day of school and already he was in a place like this. The black-gloved boy knew this was by means no coincidence nor was it something he took by chance. It was fate or destiny; one of those words used to describe the way nature and its forces moved people with intentions or an unescapable path.
He saw the three teams and looked carefully at each one as his ears were keen enough to receive information and store it in his mind while his conscious self likely hadn't thought of anything that happened within the past little while. It was a handy trick seeing as how it had developed through his ear training exercises, but now was the time to make a decision.
'You're not gonna make this easy for me, are you God?' he thought to himself as a smirk unintentionally crept up on his right side. His ears were relaying the words spoken by the man with one-eye and couldn't help but casually stare. His spirit was not moving on its decision and Trizen's soul felt nothing but pure intention. Trizen's mind, however, questioned motivation. The young boy looked at his left hand again and questioned his own motivation in his own right. In essence, this was like a contract. But for what cause? His father sent him to this place to live in hell and Trizen knew it. Now it was just a matter of wondering whether or not the Japanese native would take the matters into his own hands and fight against the intentions of his father. The one who changed shortly after he was married to that woman.
The sound of other people behind him pushing their voices into his head made him snap back into place again. Trizen was thinking far too hard. This was simple and he knew it.
'Students held against their will...' he thought to himself and felt as though in a way he was about to save himself. He needed direction and from here he knew the answer was clear. He would help only to save the students, not for the Militia, but of course he knew that was never the case. The smirk crept up again.
It would be his name until he could find another way; not to mention his father had always taught him to conseal his identity from others. A stereotypical ninja trait, but one that he hoped served its purpose. He was Takehiko.
Pocketing his black pen, the fourteen year old pianist put the clipboard back down where "Unfettered" had originally placed it (while attempting not to look at the man) and casually walked back to his place of standing. He was alone with his thoughts until further activity.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jul 25, 2008 8:35:25 GMT -8
"Egads I hath been discovered!"
Malice would narrerate as his book desquise was escorted to a nic elittle spot, peeking out a slide that had been made with one of his dark hued eyes he would look at the person. The face was familier, the hair and cloths where... high schoolish. But he was close enough to recognize a teacher when he saw one.
He was about to withdraw by pressing button for the red smoke to fill the small area of the book and he would slip away. But he had been leaned on, which blocked the door, in turn blocked his escape.
"Damn escape impossible, attempt surrender and beg for mercy."
But the meeting had already been going on, Malice was paying attention to what had been going on, heard the mention of the movie 300 and grinned. Peeking out at what was goin on with everyone signing up it seemed this assault would be interesting enough, he mite go watch.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 25, 2008 13:39:26 GMT -8
Delilah smiled grimly throughout the speech, mentally hating herself. She agreed with everything he said. There were no words for it. Her morals and her own mentality wouldn't let her back down, not when there was some serious work to be done. She was shaking every so slightly; what she was really wondering was if she had the mental strength to undertake this task.
Then she thought about the danger the people who had been kidnapped were in...she had no choice. Her sense of justice was far stronger than the impulse to stay out of it. After the second guy put down the clipboard, Delilah stepped forwards and picked it up. She tapped her chin with the pen. The weird thing was, she could fit into all these categories...then she set the clipboard back down as well as the pen, with extra care. She didn't know where she was needed. She'd wait until everyone who needed to sign had done so. The one time Delilah refused to take initiative. Who knew.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jul 25, 2008 17:27:06 GMT -8
The speech went thoroughly as intendend, it even filled Gabriel with a sence of optimism.
Now is not the time to be cheery.
No its time to pick out the sheep from the wolves.
Gabriel's gaze stared down the first guy to take the clipboard, obviously a brave move on his part....the man ontinued on followed by a slight pause as he read the board and continued by flipping a coin...
A COIN?
What is this guy thinking...that was the question...
"Who are you?" the thought ringed in his head.
leave something up to chance...brave indeed, tactful not so much...
Gabriel grimmiced at the thought of his duty with a group of cowards, it made him convulse with disgust.
another boy however held the clipboard now.
Gabriel shifted in his seat to get a better view.
His gaze looked blank from where he was sitting...
Gabriel hesitated to classify this one.
The boy wrote down, placed the clipboard back without making any eye contact.
Gabriel stroked his chin unconsciously before relaxing back in his seat.
"Hope his plan works, elsewise you and I are to have some trouble..." the voice uttered in his head.
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on Jul 26, 2008 9:19:45 GMT -8
Enjoyable and the nationality was comendible, and it was my chance following Mr. Winters may be my chance to find Deta. Looking down at the clipboard which had just landed in my lap i took my pen and sighned under unfeteded group...
Windsor Horn-Lockwood Johnson III and Waap
stroking the small dog by my side i sttod and addresed Winters
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"Will we find Deta Teyfour at This Facility"
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Post by David B. on Jul 26, 2008 18:48:22 GMT -8
David looked around the room, holding the clipboard in his hand. He was a transfer, though a highly docile one, yet he had been hunting for a way to help the kids at the facility. He had read the posters around the school, and now found himself in a certain predicament. He was a little interested in this groups goals, but he hadn't intended on being recruited into some sort of gang. No matter. If this man, unfettered, wanted to think him in his gang, he wouldn't debate the issue. He would join, though only for a period of time.
He looked up at the German.
"Hold the phone."
He was near the front, so he didn't have to shout, and the people around the room who were conversing didn't give much thought to it. Only the German and a few people around him would hear David. He stood, and walked over to unfettered after handing the clipboard off to someone else. He didn't understand the Germans way of thinking. They had tranquilizers. so he was going to take a bunch of students and assault the facility to retrieve the students who were taken?
"If they have tranquilizers, someone is bound to be shot. At least a few of you..."soldiers" are going to be taken out. Whats stopping this barker fellow from placing the students he shoots into his facility all over again? And if there is nothing stopping him, what makes the students inside the place so important that your willing to sacrifice others to this madman?"
It came out a little less thought-out sounding then he planned, but he was a little irked that the man felt he could just recruit an army and throw them into the fire without expecting question or resistance. While David had no personal vendetta against the guy, he had heard rumors of his ambition, and he just didn't want that ambition to to blind the man at the cost of ruining more lives.
He looked to the German and waited, curious as to his response.
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Post by Jason Harris on Jul 27, 2008 8:08:15 GMT -8
Dylan had heard "Unfettered"'s whole speech. It all seemed a bit pointless. The only new thing he said was the basic plan to get the students back. Whatever, it didn't matter to Dylan. The students weren't at the top of his list of priorities, but he had no problem helping them out.
He was getting impatient. Someone was holding the clip board and not passing it. Getting annoyed Dylan walked over to it only to hear the students question.
"If they have tranquilizers, someone is bound to be shot. At least a few of you..."soldiers" are going to be taken out. Whats stopping this barker fellow from placing the students he shoots into his facility all over again? And if there is nothing stopping him, what makes the students inside the place so important that your willing to sacrifice others to this madman?"
Snatching the clip board out of the kids hands, signing his name, Dylan spoke.
"If your scared then don't sign up. It's the risk of the job. It's like joining the military and expecting not to get shot. You know the dangers when you sign up."
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Post by kai on Jul 28, 2008 10:23:55 GMT -8
((Sorry for the brief post. I'm not good at writing novels.))
ZzzzzZzzz.....
Jay was practically asleep. He wasn't one to sit still for very long, if he did so at all. Either he was p and moving, or he was asleep. This is boring. I should like, start a fight in here. That'd be totally crazy. "Awghh......" Stretching his arms out, Jay yawned, and covered his mouth. Whew! Hope no one beats my ass for that. Then the leader, a very scary looking man came into the room, and shit; Jay knew scary when he saw it. For one thing, he looked like Sephiroth under Hitler's influence.
Nazi eyepatch and all. Damn, this makes me not wanna join. Jay looked lazy eyed at the man as he spoke with a funny accent. But no matter how much Jay tried to get into the speech, it passed in one ear and out the other. He yawned again, and leaned back in his seat; Jay was near the tables, and had grabbed a seat. He had a feeling this meeting was going to be long. Then the crowd got a little rowdy, and there was a lot of murmuring going on.
A few minutes later, a clipboard found its way into Jay's lap. With a shrug, he just put his name at the top; which happened to be at the "Trash Men's." Not even bothering to read the names or groups, he scribbled "Jay Choi" on the list, and passed it along.
Aren't there tryouts or something?
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Post by Trizen Takano on Jul 28, 2008 20:51:33 GMT -8
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Post by Zack on Jul 29, 2008 1:28:36 GMT -8
Zack had been sitting and listening to recorded speech noting the cool pan scratching effects found in the BGM. He then paid careful attention to the eerily graceful white haired man with an eyepatch and a heavy accent that he believed to be German. He had only one question when he saw the explosives line up and it waited with him until the ink on his pen scratched the last 'n' in his name, written slowly to make it legible. Team A: 'Trash Men' -'Chocorem' (Leader) - Jay - - - Etcetera... Team B: 'Sappers' -Mr. Seran (Leader) - Takehiko - Dylan Whitewood - Zachary Chan - Etcetera... Team C: 'Main Force' "Unfettered" (Leader) - Two-Fa -- Cod -- Travers - Whin Johnson - - Etcetera... He set the clipboard down and voiced his inquiry. "I'm all for setting the students free... but why are they in a correctional facility?"Perhaps it was their just desserts? Nevertheless, he wanted to be in on the operation. He had not had an opportunity to be involved in teamwork at this capacity before. |
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 29, 2008 1:49:18 GMT -8
"I'm all for setting the students free... but why are they in a correctional facility?"
Ignorance.
Out of Layla's lips came a little laugh. It would be her first time to use her voice changing skills outside of Shinichi's own voice in public, but... there was someone who needed some very tough love.
"You don't have the slightest idea, now do you?" Voice changed into a teenager's high pitched voice, probably someone from one of her classes, a slightly british accent came out of her lips. "These students were taken into custody against their own will, and for what? Heheh... I can imagine their insides being pulled out and their organs being mixed around. Betcha don't like that? No? Good. I want to get 'em fucking outta there."
Then of course, signed a pseudonym over. Well--
The woman set the clipboard down, looking at Chocorem before winking at him cutely. Ah, he was more than likely to notice.
She was, currently, the splitting image of his sister.
But no. He had to be quiet -- or a ruckus might happen, and confusion might ensue. She put her index finger above her lips, as if cuing him to be silent about all this as she leaned over the book again.
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Post by Zack on Jul 29, 2008 2:04:31 GMT -8
"You don't have the slightest idea, now do you?" Hence the question. Nevertheless he got a satisfactory answer. The circumstances presented confirmed his decision and he smiled at the squeaky young girl. No point in getting drama between team members. "Mmm, alright... thanks for the heads up!"Zack did hope that most people in the school and especially the Militia were a bit more tactful when being informative. He didn't mind being out of the loop but being scorned for it felt unfair. But then... the world wasn't quite fair anyways... He could take this. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 29, 2008 12:45:12 GMT -8
Smiling once she got her answer, Delilah picked up the clipboard and pen, then scrawled her placement. If she going to be involved, she might as well be in the thick of it.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 29, 2008 19:58:28 GMT -8
OOC: Apologies for the tardiness of this post, and the unwieldy elongation, and possible errors. If I didn't address you, it was because I only went to check and correct a few bits, over the last few days. Any clarifications that you need, feel free to PM me, or talk to me on MSN, though it'd be preferred to be explained IC-wise. This thread is not over, though the formalities are. Thank you for your continued patience. -MikeyThe Situation Assessment: A statue.
Long ago, ever since he joined when he was a freshmen, 'Jonathan' had always managed to keep a stoic, stony face. Now, as "Unfettered", he had apparently perfected this skill to that of a residual, immovable person. A statue. Perfectly still, except for his eye which flicked to and fro. Breathing lightly, no rush, yet wary as if to expect some sort of various attack, he proceeded to survey the whole proceedings. Several people signed, some chose to do nothing. Some were... people he'd have to have removed, and others... Well, in Miss Black's case, it was outright surprising to see the lack of initiative.
Aside from that though, he was curious as to see where Cody had signed himself up at. They were, after all, both similar, but the fact that they had clashed in more ways than one in their last confrontation... Well, he was expecting to see something interesting out of this. As for Whin: He felt he'd be pleasantly surprised any way this turned out. He had yet to see the boy's fighting skills as of yet, but he---"Will we find Deta Teyfour at This Facility" As ever always, it seemed like he was as straightforward as usual. And without any sense of respect for the air about them, but the German had to admire that. What interested him most was that no one had yet taken a molotov, which, wasn't exactly disappointing, but did show for a lack of initiative or concern. No matter. Perhaps they felt it better left with him or something. But the message that its presence portrayed was simple enough: They were serious about this. Deadly serious."...Ve shall see. No guarantees, since ve do not know if Mr. Barker haz... ported any of ze victims. But Mr. Teyfour was mentioned in Mr. Malice's briefing to ze... 'heavy hitterz' of zis school."With that settled---"Hold the phone." Quickly, the German reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, his face plastered with the look as if it were one of utmost urgency.
>.>
...What?"If they have tranquilizers, someone is bound to be shot. At least a few of you..."soldiers" are going to be taken out. Whats stopping this barker fellow from placing the students he shoots into his facility all over again? And if there is nothing stopping him, what makes the students inside the place so important that your willing to sacrifice others to this madman?" Ahh... one of those logical-reasoning types, huh? Well---"If your scared then don't sign up. It's the risk of the job. It's like joining the military and expecting not to get shot. You know the dangers when you sign up." "Unfettered" grinned appreciatively at the boy he quickly recognized as Dylan. Funny how things worked out. Only a year, half a year ago, he'd completely trashed his restaurant, and near-drove him bankrupt. Now... Well, to say the least, things had made for an interesting turn.
...Still... it would be impolite to leave this... new guy hanging (---though it did strike a chord in him that he even thought this man a 'new guy'---but he'd dismiss it for now). So, he looked at those two, locking his eye onto the logical-reasoning one, and smiled sympathetically. "...I shall address zat. Please be patient."There was one more question out in the audience, but the person was scolded and blatantly informed by---Well, well...
Smoothly, the German transitioned himself forward without the feel of someone who was self-conscious, again to the front. Perhaps it was the way he held himself, hands in his pockets, looking straight ahead, as if he could see something more, fueled with an insatiable imagination that knew no bounds, all justifiable via logic. His voice deep, accented, but clear:"...Here's ze scenario:"
"About seven students from our school are held hostage und experimented on: Sacricia Emily Lourdes E. Delos Santos, Matthew Amtrum (Ze new, violent transfer...), Deta Teyfour (Yes... Whin...), 'Masaru', Bastille Cunningham, Roland Graff, Olesya Van deBogart."
"Ze layout of ze building." reaching into his coat once again, he pulled out a thin stack of papers, putting it next to the clipboard. On it was the location of the Correctional Facility. "Ve only have ze location, und a rough idea of how ze outside looks like. Probably disguised to be some generic building so as not to draw attention to itself. Five miles from zis school's location. Building levels are unknown, as vell as ze location as to ver ze students are being kept." and here, a bit of frustration began to show on the German's face, his smile growing more sarcastic, the scorn obvious."Two teachers vill be escorting some students from our high school over zer as 'aids'. Zey vill probably have ze most information, und find ze hostages' location(s), but ve cannot afford to lose zem all at once, lest its a trap vithin a trap. Ve vill be here to pull ze Correctional Facility's forces in half, und to insure ze success of Mr. Malice's half-assed ploy..." his eye casting a sudden glare over to the book."...Vith zis lack of information, ve vill have to rely on how much ve have prepared und improvized tactics on ze spot. In order to insure success, ve need you all to follow orderz to ze letter. Ze Enforcer's placed zer undoubtedly have a degree of training, und far better organization. Ve, on zer uzzer hand. Ve are disadvantaged..." ...Yet, even as he said that, he was grinning wickedly. His teeth shining in the strange light."Orders:
- Arrive to school fifteen minutes early.
- Check in vith me at ze flagpole.
[Ja, I vill be vaiting zer to check you all off ze list.]
- Go to/skip first period.
[Vichever is more normal for you.]
- I vill need von of you to stay behind to help me hijack a bus.
[If you have you normally go on one, and you have memorized your bus route, hijack your own bus. Talk with me after the meeting.]
- Meet me by ze flagpole again.
- Board ze bus.
- Arrive at Correcitional Facility's parking grounds.
- Prepare ourselves...
- Set bus to ram ze door's entrance.
- From zer, we'll have to improvise..."
"Primary Objectives:
- Acquiring a bus.
- Raiding our high school's P.E. equipment room for 'weapons/armor'.
- Buying time for Malice's forces.
- Capture und interrogation of an Enforcer (preferably high-ranking) for information.
- Rescue ze captured students."
"Side Objectives:
- Capture ze surveillance room vithin thirty to forty-five minutes into ze mission.
- Failing ze former objective, cutting ze power und all uzzer utilities.
- Raiding ze Correctional Facility's weapons/research/equipment depot.
- Kill Sean Barker.
- Destroy ze Correctional Facility."
...A pause. Dammit. There was still so much to say, so much to do, so much to prepare for...---No, he wouldn't burden them that much. For now... he had to earn these people's trust. After all... thus far, he'd only offered a half-assed plan. He had to show how serious he was. How serious he was~
His eye shifted over to two people who had raised questions beforehand. The rigidity of his face relaxed, the creases of strain on his forehead smoothing themselves out, as he stopped thinking so hard, running several and various simulations of worst-case scenarios and whatever else that could be going on in his head. A little smirk... But then his eye suddenly trained itself over to---"...I hate to bore you all like zis, but I zank you for your patience... However, I must clarify: Ja. In case all of you are wondering, ze risks of participating in zis could, worst-case scenario, result in a complete failure und ze capture of all of us here. Ze tactics, goals, und all zat I have described are very much... illegal. However... zis school cannot afford zat much more exposure from ze media, public, und law enforcement, lest it risk itself being closed down. Ve needn't lie to ourselves over ze high injury und casualty rate zis school produces, in spite of its high academic scores." the smile on his face bit-by-bit declining."If ve leave ze students in zer, rumor vill lead to parental knowledge (probably exaggeration) over zis situation, und could end up in ze school being closed, resulting in a mass of hard-knocks-ridden children to flood ze streets, und result in more bloodshed---worst case scenario, of course. Zat... und it is ze constant Californian-nay, ze constant American vay of letting those in need suffer quietly. People are suffering in zer, being experimented on like ve normally vould vith animals. Und yet... zat isn't enough to rouse us to action?---How many of you zink, late in ze night, ven you hear a car alarm is going off: 'My Lord! Someone's car is being robbed!'"...Grin..."No... vat ve all zink iz, 'Someone better TURN ZAT DAMN CAR OFF.', ja?"A small chuckle, frothing with sarcastic, dark humor. Which ended as abruptly."You are here, again as I said before, eizer because you vant to be a good Samaritan, you're looking for a vay to test yourself, you're looking for a group to join, or perhaps because you vant to unify zis school, und restore order---as vell as any Public High School can have, these days, anyvays..."Now, it was a guilt trip. Quietly, there was the implied power-word of 'justice', but it was never spoken. A few people were tempted to leave, but dark glares were cast everywhere amongst the audience. Suddenly, this had become a patriotic cause. What was implied was simple. His body stopped being so animated, his arms, which were going up and about to help emphasize his meanings, his rise and fall of vocal intonations all stopped... and then the German looked very, very monotone. For quite honestly, he hated having to talk so much, the lack or organization---but this is all he could do at this moment. But it was almost time for the big day, and preparations still had to be made, in the few hours that he still had left. Preparations that---
---His eye was into the crowd, looking at the woman leaning on the book, who'd spoken up. And would not look away. "...I vill have all ze preparations done by tomorrow. Any questions... feel free to stay after..." Tired suddenly, he looked very old, but somehow... pleased."You are truly a group of 'Militia'."...Oh, God, he loved double-meanings. " Dismissed. "
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