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Post by The New Student Dean on Aug 11, 2008 17:05:33 GMT -8
Moderator Note: This thread is for anyone who is openly attacking the Correctional Facility. You may start on the Correctional Facility grounds or outside of it. Please post when you're leaving for another thread, mentioning it in bold code at the end of your post, when/if you transition.Madman's Sanctuary Light burned into the ground, as the sun approached the high noon. On the grounds was a large, square building, perhaps two stories high, four pillars of concrete, iron, and wood at its corners, the top pointing out towards the heavens in sharp intonations, giving the feel of a castle. Underneath these pointed huts was dark glass... but it gave the feel of the effect of 'watch lights' hidden underneath. On top was a heliport, void of a helicopter, at the ceiling of the flat building. Cast with iron-bar reinforced bullet-proof windows on the two sides that it looked out beyond the vast parking lot, that could easily fit a hundred cars. Yet, in spite of this, at best it was only a seventy-five percent full, and only more towards the inner-part, usually of varying design and/or model, giving the feel of an otherwise normal office-type infrastructure. But for an 'office' of this size, this was simply massive. Between every two sets of four parking spaces, there was a diagonally placed sapling, buffered in by concrete bars.
However, all of these coinciding uncertainties were ultimately undermined by the patrolling men in black, sweating deeply in this heat, standing underneath the trees, before moving about. Armed each with three canisters of varying colors, and a baton at their sides, black caps, with a metal insignia at the forehead, they looked about, warily, as they walked about the parking lot, easily twenty-five men.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
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.
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Rem
Soldier
[M:2571]
*gasp* Shocking!!!!!
Posts: 500
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Post by Rem on Aug 11, 2008 19:46:41 GMT -8
Rem stood amidst the hubbub of preparation, silent, brooding. This was it. The day to free his kid sister from the Correctional Facility... Oh, and the others too, whoever the others may be. He'd never met any of these kids personally, and so, couldn't care any less. Whatever, they'd be freed in the process anyways. He looked up for a second to see if he could find his girlfriend. He was sure Delilah was present, but her being with another team prevented him from seeing her.
Today, there would be something noticeably different about Rem Aoyama. He wasn't smiling. Those who knew him well enough to know why, made sure to keep clear of him, those who didn't however... Let's just say they soon ended up on the wrong side of his fist. (Is there even a right side?)
He looked up from his brooding and sighed. Guess I should get prepared too... He didn't have much preparations to make. The boss wanted them all to be at their strongest, so Cloud and Squall, which he still hadn't mastered, were going to have to sit this one out. Maybe he'd use them if he felt those he'd be going up against weren't a challenge.
Guess it was just the goggles and the belt bag. His goggles provided a perfect vision, and perfect vision provided perfect observational methods. The beltbag... just 'felt' cool, plus, he had a whole assortment of nifty things inside there.
Oh well...
Rem took a deep breath and glanced over his shoulder at the other 'Trashmen' who'd gathered with him. They were the first line of the coming invasion. Like Spartans of old, the Phalanx defense would protect the wave coming after them. Whatever the nature of the hours to come, Rem Aoyama would face it with much gusto.
CURRENT STATS:
STR: 34
DEX: 30(+10)= 40
CON: 25(+10)= 35
INT: 13
WIS: 15(+5) = 20
CHA: 15
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on Aug 12, 2008 6:40:24 GMT -8
Cracking my knuckles under my newly aquired gauntlets i was still geting used to all the extra weight, but today is the day i shall find Deta, And Be one step closer to my father, and I was ready to Kill any one in my way, but I dont think that will be an issue.
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Post by narakunohana on Aug 13, 2008 7:15:58 GMT -8
Everything would seem nothing more than haplessly perfect today. It was a quiet morning in Public High School #259 and, quite honestly--- In a few hours, it won't be one any longer. She had spent the entire weekend working on something special. What was it? Well-- it was nothing a person would normally bring along on these events. Layla Serigawa Clavering, was wearing a costume from a fighting game -- Cammy, from Street Fighter, specifically.She was pushing her wheelchair onto the agreed rendezvous -- the school courtyard. So if she was standing up, and her wheelchair was occupied with something/someone else? What was there? Six plush dolls (Shinichi included). All settled in nicely in that little seat. Layla would sit on the nearest bench, looking around. Why, there had been students here earlier than her -- how interesting. |
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Zack
Trainee
[M:-231]
Shadow of Nothing
Posts: 78
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Post by Zack on Aug 13, 2008 9:22:07 GMT -8
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes gently, Zack walked purposefully to the flagpole. He could feel the tension in much of the student body. The Militia's plans were not a secret but they weren't something to talk about at the dinner table. Zachary Chan the Sapper awaits attendance call. He pulled his black cap lower to shade his eyes underneath the flickering shadow of the billowing flag.
Stars and Stripes.
Never thought of rallying under this banner.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 15, 2008 20:25:37 GMT -8
Around Three-Hundred Thirty Hours... Or however early he woke up at his home, second floor of his restaurant. If he even fell asleep in the first place. Drops of water were still dripping from the shower, from the faucet, the smell of shampoo, deodorant, and shaving foams still lingering in the air. But the top floor was already vacant. Nay, the German was already downstairs. Sweating. His hands working tirelessly, as he began patting down several several bits of dough, as he shoved tray after tray into the ovens en masse. All the while, several crates filled with bottles, cloth sticking out of them, filled with alcohol (obviously), were all piled on top of one of the last standing tables. Easily about sixty prepared bottles.---
Several noises went off, in the oven. Wiping the heat-induced sweat from his forehead, he proceeded to re-tie his pony-tail, before heading towards the ovens and the stoves, working at all of them systematically, packing everything. Several heavy, dark bags were under his eye, as he glazed over everything, his mind working as quickly as possible, brushing off bits of crust, crumbs, and other miscellaneous bits of food from his apron, as he began packaging everything, stacking them on top of each other, as he put them all into cardboard boxes, neatly putting it all together, like big, three-dimensional jigsaw puzzles.
Then, of course, the tool kits, the WD-40...
...He didn't have enough dollies...
Heaving a large, dramatic sigh, he looked about, tiredly continuing his work...Around Five-Hundred Hours... Walking out of the convenience store with a full box of cheap lighters, several flashlights, and three full sets of water bottles (about which there was one hundred eight, thirty-six bottles in each carton set), he looked back at the cashier, struggling under the weight, as they continued to load the automobile.
He had to hand it to himself. Never thought he'd end up on a limousine to school before. Maybe for prom, but... this was an emergency. With a quick word of thanks and a wave, he climbed in and suited himself up. No questions asked, just all of this heading on over to Public High School #259. Which meant three more things: Break into the P.E. equipment room, hijack a few school buses (looking at his calculations now, it'd looked best to bring about three), perhaps raid a janitor of his supplies, steal about twelve school trash cans filled with trash, and of course, the first thing of what he had to do, meet up with everyone else.
Well, whatever. He was early. Flipping open the cellphone, he pulled out the sheet from the other day, with a list of names, the volunteered jobs, and a few phone numbers, looking for a few names. Time to improvise.
*RING* *RING* *RING**Click*
One bus down. Two more to go.
...Grimacing slightly, he looked at his watch.
Right on schedule.
Reaching roughly into his jacket, he quickly popped open an OTC painkiller, pouring a few---he didn't even bother to count---into his other hand, before quickly sweeping it to his mouth. Holding his hand there for a moment, he coughed a few times, a bit of blood leaking through the creases of his fingers.
...Might as well suit-up while he was there...Thirty Minutes Before Text Message To Delilah:Fifteen Minutes Before Text Message To Chocorem:Twelve Minutes Before ...Truth be told. That limousine that had parked in front of the flag pole, three minutes prior? "Unfettered" was inside there, still pulling on all his gear, wrapping a few bandages, crouching all the while. Thank God for tinted windows. Anyways, he had to get out of there, fast. The hourly fee for using a limo was way too much.
The door opened abruptly, and several piled cardboard boxes were seen emerging through the door, being pushed by a familiar looking white-haired German, fully dressed up in his usual combat attire/gear. It was unmistakable, however, the amount of stress that he was under, his face apparent, but a smile flickered and stayed on his face, the moment the sun hit his face, in spite of the wrinkles and weariness. He could not deny that today was going to be something to be remembered.---As to how it was remembered, though, was yet to be determined. Giving a quick look to those standing around the flag pole, he looked about, muttering, a crooked smile taking residence for a moment, before pointing out to four other students."Help me wheel out the rest of this."With a mixture of nods, grunts, groans, as was expected from any group of typical high schoolers, they opened up a door for each other, and rustled their way in.
As the German finished wheeling up, and sat on one of the nearby short cement walls surrounding the flag, there was a roar of excitement that could be heard inside the limo, as they began to excitedly wheel the contents out. Chuckling to himself, the German looked at the rest, smiling, as he took out a notepad with the list of all the participating names."..Don't eat anything just yet..." he laughed, as he reached into one of the cardboard boxes. Hopping to his feet, he pulled out a metal pole, and a rolled up... flag."Mind putting that together?" he said, as he looked over to one of the other fellows, handing it to him, as he sat himself down again, scrutinizing everyone who'd arrived, mixing and matching teams, finally given a good close-up of the situation....Well, fourteen of them were here. Out of twenty-four. Bad sign. Gritting his teeth, he looked about."Alright. We have some time before ze school bell rings. Can I get any volunteers to raid und bring back some equipment from ze P.E. Equipment room? Und someone to take down und beat a janitor down, take his cleaning supplies und keys?"Hugh grinned, as he waved back at them."Consider it done, give me a sec."Shaking his head, but smiling a bit at the guy's enthusiasm, he looked around. Delilah had to get here soon, or else, he'd have to ask someone else. They needed their means of transportation, after all.
OOC:
RP Tools Provided
-3 Miscellaneous Tool Kits
-108 Water Bottles
-60 Molotov Cocktails
-Feast (Loads Of Fresh Bread, & Various Other Meals)
-About Twelve Lighters
-37 Pain-Killer Pills |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 16, 2008 14:24:54 GMT -8
She was on her way when she got the message.
Delilah had taken her time getting ready. Or rather, getting everything ready. In the trunk of her car she carried eight of her fifteen tool kits, and had even more tools lodged in unmentionable places on her person. It sounded like they would need it, or at least, the 'Trashmen' would. She covered her mouth as she yawned, turning the steering wheel of her black gull-wing door Lamborghini with one hand. Not an inconspicuous car, to be sure, but it was made for speed.
-Bzzt, bzztttt-
"Mm?" She flipped open her cell phone.
The mechanic grinned and made a sharp left hand turn with one hand as she slipped the phone back into her pocket. She was about two blocks from the school right then. She covered her mouth as she yawned again. "Damn...I need coffee or something..." she muttered to herself. That would be the last time she played "Little Miss Anarchist"at Two AM. Still...the thought made her smile broadly. The bus company wouldn't know what hit them.
She rolled up in front of the school behind a Limo a few minutes after "Unfettered" got out. She'd be dressed in her loose jeans and torn, oil stained band t-shirt -no point in wearing the nice clothes Arim bought for her here. Her hair would be tied back, away from her face in a red ribbon. She'd be sporting the boots and arm band she got from Asiv's laboratory, wearing them proudly as she did her tattoo. She'd push a button on her car keys and the trunk would pop open. Looking around at the recruits- was that Mrs. Clavering?- she'd give them a brief nod and walk to the open trunk of her car. Pulling out the eight tool boxes, four in each hand as if they weighed nothing, she set them down beside "Unfettered"'s gear.
Spotting Rem, Delilah would serve him a small smile of relief and worry. Though she passed herself off rather well as confident, cold even, she was a nervous wreck. Sighing, she passed her gaze to "Unfettered" and raised her eyebrows. She took the metal pole and flag and combined the two fluidly, pulling a few screws and screwdrivers out of her shirt to get the job done. Examining the flag, she'd smile breifly, then pass it back to the German.
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OOC: RP ITEM; EIGHT TOOL BOXES
EACH TOOL BOX CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING.
- 1 fully charged battery operated drill, as well as five drill bits of varying shape (15 lbs, easily)
- 20 screw drivers of varying length
- 1 battery operated flashlight
- 10 wrenches of varying length
- 4 D- cell batteries
- 6 powerful magnets
- 2 spools of electrical wire
- 1 metal link chain (winter chains, like for cars)
- 2 10 pound bricks
- 1 high velocity nail gun
- 1 sledge hammer
- 2 lock picking tools
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 17, 2008 13:52:24 GMT -8
The evening before:
The steady beating of the sweat against his brow kept him awake throughout most of the night...
he needed his sleep..
*buzz* *buzz* *buzz*
the fan worked tireless through the night beating the heat from the small 4-walled room that almst resembled a cell, the walls remained empty for its owner had no need for pointless memerobilia.
*drip*
a motionless figure held its ground bent over the bathroom sink staring blankly into the mirror, the man facing back was cold and focused
one could say the it was a frozen statue melting from the heat of spring
Gabriel Seran however was as cold as he always had been
he looked up expectantly at the mirror to see a clock in the reflection, it read 3:47
todays the day we start this...
"don't you mean, finish it?" his thoughts battled
disgusted he walked away from the mirror and suited up
No sleep tonight, sleep is for the weak and I am vigilant
the door slammed behind him as he steadily paced his way towards the school grounds.
Ready or not:
Gabriel Seran made it to school before the janitors had even unlocked the doors, he didn't expect to see much of anyone so he figured he might as well grabb a few last minute items.
Circling around the gym he figured he would grab some bats, maybe...
The doors were locked so he began smashing against em like firefighters would, he'd seen it done before how hard could it be.
*SMASH*
"Ouch"... he looked through the plated window and noticed they were reinforced.
must be getting a little safer since the enforcer riot.
now just gotta wait for the janitors to show up.
Few hours later:
With barely any sleep at all, a few bruises on his shoulder and a pulsating in his chest that might've just made him sick; Gabriel Seran made his way to the flagpole noticing three of his comrades already there.
"Hope I'm not too late" he'd say not expecting a reply.
"Who else is here?"
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Serj Castlereagh
Trainee
[M:0]
His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star
Posts: 98
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Post by Serj Castlereagh on Aug 18, 2008 13:22:45 GMT -8
"I am,"
The complacent, slightly amused reply came from the tall, pallid man dressed, almost inappropriately, in a black work jacket and dress pants. Looking around, sharp teeth glinting in the rays of the early morning sun, Serj's eyes flickered over the recruits of the German standing a little ways off. His smile widening a little, Serj inclined his head. "I wish you good luck. If you need myself or my companion, Dieudonnee," he would gesture to the busty black woman standing behind him. "Do not hesitate to ask for assistance." serving them all his eerily warm smile, He would turn and walk away from the crew of Militia, towards his black Lincoln. He was, after all, heading the group for the arrivies not part of "Unfettered"'s Mötley Crüe. Ironic...wasn't that band from Los Angles? |
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Post by Arim Urem'der on Aug 20, 2008 1:40:49 GMT -8
-Wrrrrr~-
-Wrrrrrrr~-
The whizzing sound was calming, very whimsical. It brought relaxation to Arim's uneasy mind and body. Today was the day that her, and several others, would infiltrate the Correctional Facility. There were people she had known or seen before, some she could call acquaintances. Emily and Olesya were two she had seen on the occasion, or in her classes. The korean sported her usual black tote-bag slung over her shoulder, and the new outfit from Asiv's lab. Her blonde hair swung behind her with each gently sway, her gliding strokes making her body rock in a melodic rhythm. She chuckled to herself, this was going to be real, that's for sure. Arim had decided to take herself towards the school, for once. Delilah had been up to her schemes again at night, but Arim only noticed because she was doing some (milder) hell-raising herself. Not quite like the anarchist Delilah was, Arim had concocted a few inventions and items to assist her endeavors. Each of them with her now, most in her stuffed tote-bag. She was not sure what to think about all of this, it was going to be difficult. Despite the ensuring items, something inside her sent a signal of distress that made her waver for a second. The blonde shook her head and made a small jump over the sidewalk curve. She had to be positive... she could do this...  POSITIVE!!! =D YES! The girl chuckled weakly to herself after posing and continued her path down back to school. They had to start somewhere, after all. She made silent hopes that everyone close to her would emerge unharmed. The girl closed her eyes in that moment, however, it was poorly chosen. She was on a crash collision course. Right... About.... Now. The teenager flung forward when the large, hot object hit against her body, making her stop in her tracks. Face first, she landed on something smooth and hard. Note to self: Look where you're going. Arim sighed before realizing that her face was starting to hurt a bit... it was hot... REALLY HOT. A shrill cry of pain released from her lips and she rolled to her back, her clothing shielding her from the heat. Slowly opening one eye, her gaze adjusted and viewed the wide sky above her. Slowly turning her head, the korean realized what she ran into. A car, black. Of course, that explains why the frame is so hot. Just who's car was it, anyways? It wasn't like there was many people with vehicles at school this morning.... .....And then she saw Serj approaching the vehicle with Ms.Personality. Tick Tick Tick DING! O____________O She just ran into Serj Castlereagh's car, practically in front of him... All attempts at being inconspicuous have been thrown out the window.
ASEDGHASHKASHASFHKLJSDF!!!!!!!A quick breath, and the girl lurched forward to jump off the car. However, she landed awkwardly on her skates and fell to the ground. "Damn contraptions...". |
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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 Aug 20, 2008 3:51:59 GMT -8
..It's time.. The stereo blared Slayer as he slammed fists into working a pathetic bag, huffing worked it's way past the blonde's lips as he'd been looking forward to this day a long time. Trying out his new Tiger gloves, it wasn't that simple to make someone fall without proper movements. As the days carried on from what was the meeting of people.. From what people knew, he only knew that there were several people captured, oddly enough, he knew none of them, and yet. There was that griping feeling to make his way past the post-motem of everything the continued to cross his mind like a crazed freak, everything running around in circles like little gerbils. Yes, little gerbils.. Sweat flew from the side of his chin, flying onto the floating sandbag..Yes, it would be dark for it today..Slamming a fist into it sending it flying out one way..Flying back.. Wham! Another one.. Wham! Another one!.. Wham! Snap! Crrrack...riiiiip.. It seems the world was only meant for two things..Life or death, and today..Cody would tear into the bag. Sand poured out of the floor, as it hung there, sagging like a completely sodemned fool. No expression on Cody's face, as he slipped into his shower quickly, water washing over his face and hair, steam worked it's way up over his body..He didn't know what he was doing..Why he was doing it.. Stepping out, and slipping his clothes on.. Yes, today it would rain.. Rain blood.. The new avaitor jacket slipped around his back, he looked on, following the directions to this so called "reasearch facility"..What a shame that people had been subject to such horrors, almost like something out of an old History book.. Approaching the flagpole, Cody said nothing, as he gathered with the bunch of supporters.. Nothing was said. He looked around at everyone's wear though, funny.. He was the one in the blazing hot jacket, and he wasn't even feeling the heat.. Pressure or otherwise.. |
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Post by Trizen Takano on Aug 20, 2008 14:54:59 GMT -8
It was his second day of school. The very thought of it made his stomach turn. He had not be able to attend classes until the end of the week, but if he was lucky that would not be a problem at all. According to David Blaze, he was already dead. Inspiring, no?
Surprisingly, Trizen Takano had a good sound sleep. He could feel how tense everyone was. Nervous? Not so much, but he knew it was there. He could taste it on his tongue. It was mild, dry and needed a bit of sugar. Then out came the bread that Unfettered had brought for the group. As much as Trizen loved food, he did not trust it. Skeptical? Sure. But he didn't know Unfettered that much. It was a bit like Captain America working for the A-Team. Good intentions... just.. well.. now the thought made Trizen laugh and wondered how Mister T would take having someone tougher than him on the team. A few race cards flew by in his mind, but he shrugged and kept the smirk on his face.
Well, certainly there was nothing doing as everyone came and sized each other up. He felt a bit at a disadvantage since he looked like an average teen. He perhaps passed for a seventeen year old, but he was fourteen and decided not to try and think about all the older students that were there. They were all tougher and stronger than he was -- well, or so he told himself. He knew the majority of it to be true. And besides, he was mainly doing electrical work. He was good with his hands and had a head on his shoulders, but the Varsity Captain's antics made him nervous. He wondered what his real motives were and even that of Unfettered's. Was it too much to use a real name? As much as he didn't trust the Militia leader, he knew this set was only temporary. Or so he hoped. It was going to be a long day. On hearing those words, the young boy stepped up. He had put in deep blue contacts that same morning changed the style of his hair to give a more punk-esque look. It wasn't his thing, but he didn't really know how to style his hair. Though, from a professional standpoint, it wasn't too bad at all.
"I'm here, Sir," Trizen nearly stammered. He stepped forward, not too far from the first row, but enough for Mister Seran to visibly see the fourteen year old pianist. Thankfully being a new student - from all of two days - and having a new name, he hoped he would keep some of his identity hidden. "I'm Takehiko."
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Post by Mademoiselle Dieudonnee on Aug 20, 2008 20:16:13 GMT -8
Deadpan... at least, that's what HALF of her expression looked like. Whatever went on from the nose-up was a complete mystery to the world. Dieudonnee observed the students silently behind Serj, of course, it wasn't like anyone could see that she was. Her arms folded over her (very) ample chest and she leaned on her hip. The dark-skinned woman sported her usual outfit for school days, the pinstripe jacket with matching skirt. This along with the large heeled shoes that unnecessarily added to her already tall height.
THESE....things were going to infiltrate the Correctional Facility?
>_____>
"Good fucking luck" the woman thought to herself, letting her shoulders rise as she sighed deeply. Dieudonnee had to lingering thought that they needed their help, or they would never be able to do this on their own. It'd be near-impossible for them. Meh, such is the way her life seemed to be going in the ghetto these days.
Of course... Dieudonnee was REALLY looking forward to this.
Oh yes.
An excuse... no... RIGHT to beat the living shit out of people. Dieudonnee felt like a kid in a candy shop. It was one of her favourite things to do~ She was going to loooooooooove this~
When Serj finished up, the woman turned on her heel and followed behind Serj towards the Lincoln. Until she saw the blonde menace run RIGHT INTO IT.
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Dieudonnee took a few hurried steps towards the teenager and grabbed her by her ankle, pulling upwards to lift her up into the air. The teacher held the flailing girl suspended and looked at Serj, "Can I throw her in traffic? Pleaaaaaaase~?". |
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Post by Yahto Fang on Aug 20, 2008 21:47:01 GMT -8
The sun had barely risen when Yahto had arrived at the school's flagpole. He normally hated being up this early, but there was just something about this morning that had him feeling a bit more energized than normal. The air just felt a little bit colder, the dew on the grass more vibrant to the eye, and sky just a little more colorful. He hadn't felt like this in a long while. Not since that night in his grandfather's woods when his Spirit Guide revealed himself to him. That had been the single most scary yet liberating moment of his entire life. In a way, what he was feeling towards this raid on the Correctional Facility felt a lot like that. It was definitely scary, and definitely more than a little dangerous, yet at the same time knowing that he was about to face this with everything he had and fight for those still trapped inside, filled him with a sense of calming power that was almost mystical.
Besides... He knew he would never be able to look at himself in the mirror again if he didn't at least do something. And it was either this or take the "field trip" planned by the teachers. Both Ms. Clavering's and "Unfettered's" plans held merit, but Yahto was way too direct of a person to idly sit by and twiddle his thumbs until some teacher gave him the order to move out. After all, he had a plan of his own. Stay out of the way, be fast, be agile, and cause as much chaos within the guards' ranks to give "Unfettered's" Militia people the diversion they could use to be more effective. Yahto might've seen himself as the "lone wolf", but that didn't mean he didn't know how to use a team's strength to his advantage.
Yahto was mulling that over in his head just as he set foot on the school's property. He was dressed in his usual attire, plus in the items he had received from Mr. Malice in Asiv's Secret Lab. The "Snakeskin Vest" was worn over dark long-sleeved shirt and the "Venom" bandana was worn around his neck so it could be pulled up over his face at a moment's notice. Something was telling him that concealing his identity would be crucial later on. Other than that, he had on his favorite pair of gloves. Steel studs covered each knuckle while a steel plate with a hexagram etched onto it protected the back of each hand. Wearing all this stuff made him feel damn near invincible, but he knew better than to fall into that trap. With invincibility came sloppiness, and with sloppiness came defeat.
That was when Yahto noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. And when he saw Arim being lifted into the air by one very familiar, and very busty yet extremely bitchy, someone.
Yahto's reaction was as swift as it was instinctual.
One moment, he was casually strolling along towards the school grounds and the next he had simply vanished like a shadow in bright light. A second later, he had reappeared with the captive blonde girl at his side on the far side of the flagpole where Delilah and "Unfettered" were standing. Arim's feet had barely touched the ground when Yahto relingquished his grip from around her waist turned towards Dieudonnee and Serj. If there were two things that Yahto hated, it was these. The first was Brocolli. The second was people who messed with those he held close in his heart, especially a girlfriend. The look he was throwing Dieudonnee was just daring her to try that again. Yahto had his own reasons for caring, but he also figured that most of the other students present wouldn't take too kindly to have one of their own threatened by some bitchy bimbo with an overactive mammary problem. Or a daywalking pedophile vampire.
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Rem
Soldier
[M:2571]
*gasp* Shocking!!!!!
Posts: 500
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Post by Rem on Aug 20, 2008 23:04:41 GMT -8
Rem gripped his brand new cellphone tightly and let out a sigh of complacency. Seeing Delilah, and hearing the chocobo's wark that was his text message tone, brightened him up instantly. The schoolyard had become awash with activity, all of it having to do with what was to occur at the Correctional Facility. He caught sight of some interesting people. Arim, (screwy girl but fun to be around), Yahto (something about the guy rubbed Rem the wrong way...), some weird looking man he'd never met and a woman who seemed to be God's gift to boobie otaku. Yawning, the Japanese youth turned to his subordinates. Better get started.
"You, you and you...."
Taylor Hawkins, 'Sword' and Mr. Bear; his subordinates for this mission. The three seemed capable enough, sturdy and well-built, which was good, considering the role they had to play.
"You three start gathering trashcans from around the school and get them to the flagpole."
They saluted, and hustled off, disappearing into the crowd. Turning his attention to the remaining members of his group, he whistled to get their attention.
"You guys ever seen the movie 300?"
All but one of his subordinates raised a hand: Jay.
"Blasphemy!!! You go to the back of the group. Now!"
With sagging shoulders, the boy shuffled behind the others.
"Right, for those of you manly men..."
He shot another glare at Jay.
"...Remember the Spartans' phalanx defense? That's basically what we're gonna replicate. Except, instead of shields, we use trashcans! Get it?"
They all nodded, talking excitedly amongst themselves. The big trio soon returned with a dozen trashcans. Rem would be beaming, proud of his little group. Then, Jay's hand shot up.
"Um, question."
"What?"
"Wouldn't it be... a lot easier to use just the trashcan lids instead of the trashcans themselves?"
"...."
"Uh... I'm pretty sure that'd work..."
"That's it! You're out of the group!"
"What!? Why?!"
"Because that's the stupidest idea I've ever heard in my entire life."
AND... I didn't think of it first... The young man sighed and shuffled off into the school building.
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