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Post by David B. on Aug 23, 2008 20:00:01 GMT -8
OOC((Short post. My apologies))
David lay on top the roof, on his back, hands behind his head as he listened to the hustle and bustle of the students below. He had been waiting for them for a good long time, and now that things were in gear, in seemed all they needed were the busses. He would wait until they were boarded, before sneaking down and crawling under one, using an old fashioned "movie move" by attaching himself to the pipes and metals under it. He wore a completely black tight fit outfit, and held a small, thin backpack that carried a strange white full head mask, and a long black robe he had taken from his grandfathers chest that had been given to him after his death.
He sure hoped they planned on taking off soon.
He wanted to get this night over with, and end it in whatever way he could.
It was tough being the only Pillar.
But it was a job that needed doing.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 25, 2008 13:02:55 GMT -8
Preliminaries - BUS: MUST GET! Sitting there with an undecided predisposition, the German nodded towards Delilah lightly, pleased, but, with no smile on his face. Taking the flag back, he scanned about with his head. "Who else is here?" came a familiar voice. "Unfettered" looked up with a nod, and took out a copy of the chart, quickly circling a few things here and there. "I am,"---came a familiar, but less desirable voice. For the moment, the German chose to say nothing, do nothing, still peering over, as he hugged the flag closer to himself, pushing the bottom of the shaft towards his body with the back of his foot. "I wish you good luck. If you need myself or my companion, Dieudonnee," the German still not looking up. "Do not hesitate to ask for assistance.""Kek... that's our job, after all." the German muttered under his breath. Another approached, which the German raised his head as a sign of respect for, but his face was showing increasing indifference. It was Mr. Travers. He could not afford to show weakness now. And another, to which the German looked at for a moment, from the side of his face. "I'm here, Sir," an unfamiliar looking one. One of the sappers. "I'm Takehiko." There was a point to be made that the German was simultaneously moving his clipboard and his hand to circle, check, and cross off names according to attendance to the corresponding names, with only a single glimpse of the eye.---Which quickly averted away at the sight of an irrevocably horrible, bosom-endowed 'teacher'. Some screaming went on, that the German chose to ignore, but after some violent grunts, and pronounced footsteps, "Unfettered" couldn't help but look up, lest he let himself fall to potential danger---To see a very interesting person carrying a blonde-haired girl about. Not part of his group, however. He was familiar, so perhaps he saw him in Mr. Malice's pow-wow---No, it was in Mr. Asiv's equipment room. He was part of the main rescue team being employed by those two teachers?
...Maybe there was hope after all...
---But Chocorem still hadn't arrived. Looking at Gabriel, he gave a curt nod, before whipping out his cellphone.Text Message:"Anyone skipping 1st period with me... feel free to enjoy some food now." he stated, shoving away his cellphone unceremoniously, his arm jangling about his pocket. With that, he handed the flag over to Gabriel, before heading over to the food, just as the buses began to arrive. Popping the top off one, he dug both his hands in, sniffing quietly, before pulling out a loaf of 'Olive Oil With Rosemary' mix that he adored so much, along with a cold can of Spezi. Maintaining momentum, he took a large bite into the bread, holding onto it, as he popped open the can with his left hand, walking towards the school bus...
...Time to get the first bus.
...Obviously it wasn't a nice thing to do, but there were too many questions, too many rules in the way, and it wouldn't achieve the results desired in the desired amount of time. Taking the time to put down his drink down, he shove the man's face off the bus's horn, dragging him off, one-handed. He wasn't in the mood to proffer warnings or threats. "Tracey, get the poor man over to the Nurse's Office." he said with little sympathy, letting the man receive the rather obese driver, before dragging him off. Walking down, keys jangling in his free hand, he gave a look over at Delilah, as he finally completed his bite into the bread, chewing it roughly, swallowing it hurriedly. "...Mind fetching the second bus? I gotta get to work loading some things now."Taking a moment to drain the soda can, he looked over as Hugh finally returned, with a whole set of baseball bats, and a few football helmets, as well as a bucket of chemicals he kicked along with his foot. "Lauren... looks like Hugh'll need some help. Get baseball bats inside the bus, leave the football gear for the 'Trash Men'. If you need to, get another person to help you out. We need all volatile chemicals that they may have in the janitor's storage." he added, looking at the procured keys in Hugh's hand, as he began to hand things off. Not bad. He looked over at Gabriel. "...Stand by, and monitor the income of supplies. Help out, if necessary."---When another bus came in.
...Perhaps driven by a psycho? At the moment of the bus's arrival, a flood of kids ran down the ramparts in a hastened panic. Had the situation been different, the German would've smiled, as Tracey came out, carrying down a beaten up bus-driver down. With a flick of his finger, the German walked over to his troop. "..Get the man to the Nurse's Office. Start loading up food and supplies when you get back. We'll be taking off soon."Leaving to it, the German bent down, and began to pick up things, the monotone in his voice finally closing for the moment, as he began to load things up into corresponding buses. His bread still hanging off his mouth, held by his lightly clenched teeth. Right now wasn't the time to concern himself with what was right or wrong. Their objective was to get the kidnapped back in one piece.
He'd be damned if he'd let his moral ethics get in the way. NEW SUPPLIES (IN THE PROCESS OF BEING) ACQUIRED! -Miscellaneous Janitor Supplies -Miscellaneous P.E. Equipment
NOTE: Militia Departs For Correctional Facility, Next Round.
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Post by Zana on Aug 25, 2008 19:42:53 GMT -8
((Quite a bit late- mind if I join?))
Commotion. That was all that could be heard from below. Just what the heck was happening?!
Dashing down the hall, Zan turned a sharp right- then left- then another right as he felt his curiosity spike to dangerous levels. Another bomb?! Another shooting?! A massive raid on the janitor's closet? Which was apparent...sort of. He hadn't seen the action in first person mode, but the sound of supplies being removed with a rush of feet was enough evidence for him.
Maybe it was for that...thing which the principal had talked about back when who knows. The thing about kidnappings. With people...and stuff.
He hadn't watched where he was going- and ran into an open door. It hurt, but someone had left the door open after they had opened it. Had their arms full? Possibly. Shaking his head from the disorientation, he continued running down the hall. Soon. He was almost outside the school. The door! The door was in front of him. Yet no matter how agile he became through fights, he was still- clumsy.
His foot catching the uppermost stair, Zan fell forward and tumbled down the stairs- followed by a string of cursing and gnashing of teeth. His right shoe fell off and lazily glided down to the floor where it landed most easily. The owner landed with a rough skidding sound, as an errant arm snatched the sneaker back. Thus emerged the man with one shoe on, hopping like a limping man from a side entrance. He spied the buses and with no clue to what was happening, he rushed through the crowd.
Bombs! He noticed the German guy loading a bus whilst chewing on a piece of bread. Out of breath and thoroughly bruised, Zan placed his right arm on his head, on top of his black beanie as he gasped
"Whatisgoingonwiththis- can I help?"
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Post by Rem on Aug 26, 2008 16:02:12 GMT -8
"Get to the flagpole. We begin the operation now"
Another text. Yeah, right, the boss wanted them at the flagpole. Rem called to his subordinates and had them cart all the trashcans they'd gathered toward the rendezvous point.
"Let's haul ass, guys, its time! Remember the plan!"
He yelled after them as he sauntered at the back of the group, taking his fine time. A few minutes later, they were stocked and ready at the flagpole.
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Post by narakunohana on Aug 26, 2008 16:05:18 GMT -8
There was not much time. Layla sighed as she began placing those little cotton-stuffed dolls into that backpack, after which she put on. It didn't weigh much, so it was good, at least -- for her back, that is. Well, for now -- she made a little reach into that leg-bag and took her phone, quickly making a generic text message sent to two students by the name of Hans and Richard. Replacing that little phone onto it's previous placement, the woman would head towards the said office, she met Tracey on the way there, as she dragged carried that driver to the clinic. A young man dressed in a familiar white coat would gawk at the student and the 'teacher', "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE, MISS CLAVERING!?" he pointed at her accusingly. Layla smiled and went closer to her desk, checking the three bags on there. Yup. She had prepared these a few days before, and ... yes, took a bit from her own pocket. Not like she has anyone to spend her money on anyway. "Explain this! You should be beating up these students for--""What I do with my students is none of your concern, Doctor." she would say, taking one bag of the equally heavy bags. Her face cringed lightly at the weight, as it had been years since she carried something like this. "I suggest you sit down and take over for me for today like I asked you to."Her look was sly, and the Doctor would do nothing but slowly get down onto his seat, gulping lightly. At that moment, two students would open the door. "Ey! Doc Clavering. We're here!""Have you read the books like I told you two to?" "Yes."A turn to Hans. "Have you gotten the medicines I prescribed?" "Yup. Bought them from the Pharmacy at the hospital as you ordered me to." there was a pause, "I didn't hurt anyone, I swear!""Alright then, get these bags onto the buses, quickly. We will be leaving soon." "Roger!" The two both said, taking the three bags (including the one Layla already took) and the doctor would smile as the two shot off to the bus. One last glare at the doctor before she turned around and closed the door, returning to that meeting place. She just hope Rem would arrive soon. NEW SUPPLIES ACQUIRED!
- Assorted Emergency Surgery Equipment and apparatuses.
- 10 air-compressed canisters of General Anesthetic
- 20 syringes of local anesthesia.
- Medical-grade surgical thread
- Assorted over-the-counter medications
- Assorted Prescription drugs
a Bag of Coffee candy.
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Post by Homi Shiela on Aug 27, 2008 10:38:12 GMT -8
((Sorry I'm late!!! And that this'll be a short post.....erm, yeah))
Homi had overslept from the planning to free the kidnapped students. Luckily she had packed her bag of supplies before she went to bed the night before. She ran as fast as she could to the meeting place. She began to panic when she didn't see the group from before. After a moment of frantically looking around, she spotted a scattering of people appearing at the flagpole. She rushed towards them relaxing her stride when she saw that they hadn't left yet. She stood at the outskirts of the makeshift group and waited paitently for something to happen.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 28, 2008 11:25:04 GMT -8
Delilah frowned at the uber tall psycho vampire teacher and the the talking cleavage. Poor Arim...she couldn't help being clumsy. She restlessly checked the time on her phone. If Yahto hadn't interfered, Delilah would have stepped in for sure, to save her roommate...again. Sighing, she smiled sympathetically at Arim and pulled a band-aid out of her pocket and stuck it to the girls cheek, where she hit Mr. Castlereagh's car. "If it's not one thing...." she muttered in an exasperated tone, but it wasn't unkindly. She turned her eyes to Yahto and frowned, but nodded her acknowledgement, before checking the time on her phone again.
7:57am
Almost there....
It was then "Unfettered" leaned over and spoke, offering breakfast to those who were skipping school to assist Militia and the rescue of their classmates and friends. They'd need the strength...but Delilah found herself incapable of eating at the moment; her stomach was in knots. She checked the time again.
7:58 am
Oh, come on!
"...Mind fetching the second bus? I gotta get to work loading some things now."
Delilah jumped a bit and glanced up at the German, taking a moment to think about what he said. She woke up the next instant and snapped her fingers. "RIGHT!'. She checked her cell phone time again.
7:59AM.
She grinned up at him and tugged on her pony tail, tightening the ribbon. "Taken care of...just give it a couple seconds."
Wait for iiiiiiit
Wait for iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit......
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.....?!
"What the hell?!" Delilah checked the time again.
8:01AM
DAMMIT!
"Lazy ass drivers...." she muttered under her breath.
...
She checked the time again.
8:03AM.
FUCK THIS SHIT.
Grumbling, Delilah flipped open her phone and dialed a few numbers.
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On the opposite side of the school, where the bus was turning the corner to reach it's next stop, the driver would hear a faint ringtone towards the back of the bus. He's check his mirror and shrug; there are a lot of people with cellphones after all, even if there are only a couple people on the bus.
Yawning, the man would begin to turn the corner, finally seeing a clear brake in the traffic.
Then.....
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-BLAAAM-
Even down the street, the sound of the back left tire on the bus could be heard blowing out could be heard from down the street. A few people screamed as the bus continued to roll down the block, slowly, as the rims scraped against the asphalt, rolling to a final stop a few feet away from the school. A moment later, the doors opened, and the few people on the bus poured out, clearly shaken and taking excitedly amongst themselves. The bus driver stumbled off a few seconds later, shaking and bellowing, his wide eyes glassy with shock. He looked around at the students gathered nearby. His round face was purple with his rage.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" He shouted at the teens standing nearby. "IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT?! YOU IDIOTS LEAVE BROKEN BEER BOTTLES AND KNIVES ALL OVER HERE! FUCKING PRICKS AND WHORES! OTEHR PEOPLE WORK AND LIVE AROUND HERE TOO! YOU SHOULD ALL BE THROWN IN JAIL!"
And THEN he saw the 'Nazi'.
He stopped his tirade for a moment to peer at the crowd, all ready to go with snacks, fancy cars and bandages. His rage tapered off as he started to back away. "You....you're the mafia aren't you?" He started to back away "Look...I-I have the money...I just need more time...please, please don't hurt me!"
Rolling her eyes Delilah stepped forwards. The man flinched as she put a hand on his shoulder. "We have to kill you., I'm afraid..." she said quietly, but holding herself regally. The man began to break down, wimpering as tears flooded his eyes.
"What.....what will you do? My family....what will become of them?"
Delilah held a finger to her lips and smiled serenely. "I'll make it quick I promise," She reached behind her, into her back pocket. "Clsoe your eyes..."
He didn't he only stood there, wimpering.
"I said close them,"
This time he did.
"Three.....two...
One."
Delilah made as if to his him with the side of her hand in the left side of his neck, stiffening her hand at the last second as she tapped his jugular. The man's expression suddenly blanked, and he slumped into the mechanic. Holding him up, she shoved him roughly into the nearest person. "Takje him inside; he's just unconscious." she told him frankly, cracking her knuckles. It was her favourite move....the Sudo strike; a killing move in ninjitsu. She only literally tapped him there; if she had hit him hard, he'd be dead.
Looking around at 'Unfettered', she nodded with a polite smile, "Give me ten minutes, and I'll have it up and running," there was a spare bus tire hiding under the bealchers behind the school.
And little Miss Anarchist stikes again!
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Post by Molly on Aug 28, 2008 18:38:57 GMT -8
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"HOLY SHIT!"
Molly had been walking to school. Now, however, she was rooted to the sidewalk, quivering, with her hands clamped over her mouth. Her heart was going at a ridiculously fast pace, and wide, grey eyes were fixated on the now-mutilated back tire of the bus that had, moments ago, been lazily cruising past her. She should have known- at Public Highschool 259, nothing is normal. Nothing. At all. One little bus-wheel explosion wasn't too out of the ordinary, right?
As her heart slowed, she became aware of a commotion on the other side of the bus. Totally ignoring the oncoming traffic - it had more or less stopped now, anyways, in wake of the accident - she dashed her way across the road and peeked around the bright yellow vehicle that was now serving as a roadblock of sorts. Delilah was assaulting the bus driver as his passengers looked on; wait, WHAT? She did a double-take. No, she'd seen correctly- and now the bus driver had fainted and was being dragged off to the nurse's office. (Obesity was becoming a trend among bus drivers, apparently.) Her eyes traveled to the school, which was already bustling at this early hour. What the heck was going on? There was a group of guys armed with trash cans- of all things- and that German guy had a loaf of bread wedged in his mouth.
Oh right! That thing was going on today. With the... facility. Correctional Facility. Yeah, that was it! So, that group of students around the flagpole must have been 259's teenage army. Or, the part of it that wasn't rushing around. Molly looked over the group again; how the hell were these people going to take over a stronghold like the Correctional Facility? It was insanity! Sheer insanity! From here, they all looked so.. fragile. Not that they were, of course. Everyone at this school was f&$#@# insane. They might yet have a chance, what with all those spiffy Qi powers that everyone seemed to have.
Sighing lighty, she walked away from the bus - Molly'd already decided she didn't want to know what was going on there- and joined the group loitering around the flagpole while everyone else, it seemed, prepared. Lazy bums. Oh well! May as well join them, right? Upon reaching the group, she sat cross-legged on the ground and took a quick look at her watch. Eight in the morning. Much too early for a normal Molly-day, of course; in her eyes, no one should be up at eight in the morning. It was indecent. Stifling back a yawn with the back of her hand, She stretched and planted her hands behind her, for leaning purposes. Today was definetley not a normal Molly-day, however. [/center]
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on Aug 29, 2008 10:10:03 GMT -8
As i walked up to the flag pole, a little late... as i approched I saw The Winters man handing out bread by a few buses... it began to start, the Whin that existed deap within was starting to arise,, I knew this side of me well... time for The Whistler to play a sorrowed tune and time to kill. as I was within a yard of the others I pulled out my PanPipe and sliped off my new gantlets and began to play... and I felt the Pide Piper take hold
The Blood would become my music and the screams my band. as I lead them to a Watery grave, this part of me is BaChee the trickster Wolf, the Base of my ShenKi style, in myth BaChee was the Pide Piper who led the children of Ire in to the ocean killing them, he takes over when ever I have to kill, if it wasent for BaChee my true love would still live.......... I like all ShenKi knights based my Fighting style off the fragment of Shen the Great Dragon Wolf... but like a few, My fragment has gain control over me at times, but ony when I kill, others it compleatly takes over, and then there are thouse who blend them selfs with the fragment...
I was now next to Winters still playing my sad tune, stoping on;ly breafly,
"time to find Deta Aye"
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Post by Purr-Moi?! on Aug 30, 2008 20:59:09 GMT -8
Roaring engine..
Screaming...
Tires squeaking...
followed by...
Bashing sounds.
BAAMMMMMM
CRASHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!! [/size] A beaten up school bus came around the corner and bashed its way onto the courtyard. Everyone in it's path jumped out of its way as it raced to the flagpole with no sign of stopping. The driver wasn't seen due to the cracks in the windshield, yea the person driving this damn thing could not drive, the overload of dents and various color stains on the bus made that obvious. A quick flash of green hair was seen as the metal monster came closer to the crowd. Suddenly the driver remember that these things with wheels had brakes. She pressed down on the brake pedal and heard the squealing of brakes. Slowly the bus came to a halt, stopping right in front of the flagpole. The bumper bumped softly against the flagpole. Suddenly the dented door flew open and a woman with long flowing hair stepped out of the bus.She wore a black dress, high boots, gloves and a black eye path over her left eye.The woman was all in black, with a few things stashed here and there. With a hand on her hip , she raised her other hand..as a sort of greeting. "Yo~"Her speech ,just like her face was extremely deadpan. The Green haired woman looked at the bus and saw that the mirror was folded in the whole time. She tried to adjust it but it fell of when she touched it.Eris acted surprised at the state the bus was in. Ohwell ..crashing a bus in 7 minutes was nothing to worry about. No one got hurt...wait..where was everyone?She was the only one to get out of the bus, there was no sign of the passengers or the driver.Where they were?..explaining how she got the bus without any people in it was a drag. Too keep it short... She didn't feel like walking today so she got into a bus, threatened the bus driver ,made him tell there was something wrong with the bus so that the passengers got out. When that was over and done with she kicked the driver out and went for a ride.It was just a case of manipulation and a quick use of words. The reason for why she didn't use any real violence was because she wasn't fully awake yet, her right eye was still silver. Erisneeded coffee.Tsk Miria was whining about saving her friend for ages now, Eris barely got some sleep nowadays. And that made her cranky. [/color]
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 1, 2008 15:35:55 GMT -8
"...Because." Theme Song: Thinker by Kota Hoshino of Sega "Um... ja... you guyz know Ich have more zen just bread... Like... a few pumpkin pies und freshly baked chicken, ja?"---"Whatisgoingonwiththis- can I help?" ..The German's first instinct was to smile, but he stopped. Turning about slowly, he nodded instead, in warm acknowledgement, as he looked directly MIA comrade. For the situation called for him to be cold, but there was a smile in his eye, as he put his hands on his comrade's shoulders."..Ja. I vas afraid you vouldn't make it." bowing his head as he held onto the boy's shoulder, showing relief, as he closed his eye, before raising his head again, backing away. "Glad to have you vith us. Hope you haven't slowed down... you're going to be part of my team."Finally releasing his hands from Zan's shoulder, he looked about. The Trashmen had finally gotten into position, and were ready to take off, on Tracey's bus. Going up on top of a cement bench nearby, he held out his arms, as he began directing out his plans both verbally as well as physically. "Taylor, you'll take over as driver for the the Trashmen. Tracey, back to my group. All Trashmen should begin putting on some football gear---You'll be taking the brunt of attacks for us. Head out ven I give ze orders. My team: Begin loading up on ze first bus."----BLAAAM-Looking over at Delilah, he watched in amazement as the bus just stopped short of their standing spot. Students streamed out, as the otherwise unharmed bus came to a stop, an obese man coming out, completely oblivious to what was going on."WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?! IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT?! YOU IDIOTS LEAVE BROKEN BEER BOTTLES AND KNIVES ALL OVER HERE! FUCKING PRICKS AND WHORES! OTEHR PEOPLE WORK AND LIVE AROUND HERE TOO! YOU SHOULD ALL BE THROWN IN JAIL!" "Unfettered" jumped down from his standing perch, looking at Delilah first, and then over at the fat man. He strode on, a strange glare in his eye. The man seemed to notice this as well, or at least saw something that triggered on him, as he began to panic."You....you're the mafia aren't you?" backing away pathetically... "Look...I-I have the money...I just need more time...please, please don't hurt me!" "We have to kill you., I'm afraid..."The German cast a glance at Delilah, but kept his face sturdy. Apparently, he was playing a part here, that saved them from having to explain."What.....what will you do? My family....what will become of them?" "I'll make it quick I promise,"...For a moment, the German's eye widened. Was she really going to...?"Clsoe your eyes...""...Delilah...""I said close them,"He stood there, at a crossroad. He could very well stop her, and just whack this guy on the head. Even if this was a prank, this appeared a bit... excessive."Three.....two...
One."Eye flashing, he looked at the man while looking at Delilah giving a potentially lethal blow to the neck, stepping forward, as if to try and stop her too late, but he looked at the throat. Still moving. Still breathing."Takje him inside; he's just unconscious.""Mm...""Give me ten minutes, and I'll have it up and running,"Nodding in acknowledgment, he looked over at Gabriel, letting out his arm and waving it out and back towards himself, as if to reel in... "Mr. Seran, you and your Sappers will be on this bus. Delilah will be driving."Pocketing his hand, he walked by Delilah, just as she was about to make her way to the bus, letting out his hand to grab her wrist gently, but with a bit of strength, as he pulled her towards him a little, lips close to her ear... "...Don't scare me like that again. Please." A bit harshly, but he let go of her soon after. They were off to bloody their hands. His hands were already filthy... he didn't need to raise up a pack of murderers, after all. One was enough. Still, he realized he probably could've taken that with better humor, that'd he'd apologize to Delilah later, as he walked in front of the flag pole, thinking to himself. He still needed a place to station Miss Cl---"time to find Deta Aye" He turned to his newfound comrade. Would've smiled, but it was increasingly obvious that the German was showing more and more signs of stress. In turn, he just nodded gravely. "Aye. Zat it iz. Get on ze bus, we're leaving as soon as I finish place Miss Clavering's unit"--- BAAMMMMMM
CRASHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!! [/size][/color] ...The bus just stopping inches from where the German stood, he looked up into the broken-down bus. He had to break into a smile. No way... did she really?..."Yo~""...Miss Clavering. Your unit vill be on zis bus. Miria... you're driving" trying as best as he could to restrain his voice from showing how much he actually enjoyed the thought. As a note though, he knew this wasn't 'Miria', but... what else could he call her? He didn't remember 'this' one telling him her name. But this was perfect. And it made perfect sense, too. This bus was beaten up---Who would suspect this being the base of operations in terms of Medicare?
Time to go---Bumping lightly into a girl, he backed up, to nod and apologize---Yellow. The first thing he saw, before he saw the girl herself."...Guten tag, mein gut Fraulen Yellow Eyes. Are you vith ze teacher's group?"---Looking over at Serj and Dieudonnee, with their small-ish group. "If not..." he said with a likening smile in his eye, returning his gaze to hers, "Join me. Ve vill eizer buy zat group enough time, or get Fraulen Red Eyes under her compatriot out ourselves."Sad, really. He had, on some degree, wished for Bastille to join Militia, but the more he got to know her... no, the more he got to know both her and Homi, the more he disliked the thought of that. Bittersweet complacencies that held to nothing here. No, no more smiles for today. He didn't need them. Dots was waiting. Masaru was waiting. Roland, Oleysa, Bastille, Emily... even that... 'Transfer' was waiting. Leon was waiting.
...Though of course, he didn't know at this time that another transfer named 'Ark' had broken him out, during his free time... But still.
Nodding and leaving Homi with that decision, he got back up to the highest place he could---back to that nearby cement bench, watching as people began to get settled into their buses, lugging in the last bits of supplies. Bringing his hands up to tighten over his jacket over himself, the warm sunny day still not capable of bringing the comfortable the acceptable amount of warmth that would get his body out of a state of subtle shivering, he reached back with his gloved hands, feeling the head of his hammer, strapped onto his back. Bokken at his left side, baton sheathed on his right. His Qi made him feel naturally cold. But in spite of all that, it was these four buses, these people amassed together. If this situation wasn't so dire, if the lives at stake weren't so...
A lucid look came into his eye, as his hands swept his hair to the sides of his face, tucked behind his ears, as he looked at the readied attack force, inside the bus, deciding whether or not to go, or still loading things. Deciding."Decide now... Our assault begins as of this moment, at 8:15. After we park and make sure that all of the teachers' forces are inside, we will rush the entrances on bus. Sappers have the responsibility of setting up the diversion we need both outside and inside to buy us enough time, as well as securing any possible surveillance rooms. Trashmen will be at the entrance, keeping enemy forces from taking us down... Main force will be on the offensive., and be busy attempting to find the captives."Where was the flag? Oh hell, like he needed a flag to rally this group. They were here, they were there. Flesh and bone, sweat, oil, and tear working towards one cause. Fine. One final smile.
*FIST*
..Up in the air, looking straight back at his comrades, his soldiers, his friends."People of Militia---no... of Public High School #259.:"..."LETZ KICK SOME AZZ." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * PUMP UP THE VOLUME There was heartening patriotism for his school. He ran, perhaps a bit too fast, considering what he had stored away on his person, climbing up and jumping into the driver's seat, as he waited for the final people to jump on into any of the buses. The key was still in the ignition. Promptly turning it wildly with too much strength, snapping off the edge, it roared to life, closing the door, before slamming his foot onto the peddle.
No... he'd never driven in his life. But he was a good observer to know where the brake and the gas was. Of course, this was a bus, not a God damned C-Class Automobile. Leaning forward, his eye wide open, as he raced the bus through the street in a rather linear fashion, other cars honking as he swerved to avoid them. Reaching into his pocket violently, he'd flip open his cell phone, as he did his best to keep a relatively stable course, eye flicking about, the rush of adrenaline getting to him. In all ways.
First Chocorem.
Then Gabriel.
And finally Miss Clavering.
All of them on one line, as he continued to scream through the streets, surprised that no police---no, there was probably a reason why there was no police around in this area---had taken him down yet, he looked up ahead, to his left. There it was."...Gabriel, Chocorem, Clavering... We'll be clearing a path. Chocorem, begin setting up a base of operations at their front office. Gabriel, you have your orders. Miss Clavering... You'll be holing yourselves up in the front office, until we can get that surveillance room. Keep the cellphones open---Whoa, hang on---" turning wildly into the parking lot, looking back for a moment to check up on force's current condition, he looked back just as quickly to see he was passing by the first entrance. Enforcers in the way, screaming for him to stop, but ending up having to roll away---*BAM* *CRUNCH* *SCLHP*
...He'd weigh that on his conciouss later. He'd just clipped them though... so hopefully...
Breaking hard suddenly, the began began to pivot on the front wheels, as he turned the wheel wildly, the back of the car lifting off the ground dangerously, as it landed harshly, the momentum bringing up the front of the car towards the side entrance, slamming into it.
..Much too fast for the German to anticipate... The bus still gunned with life, but this was there stop. Forcing the emergency brake with a few hard stomps, he jumped up, a bit wobbly, before grabbing one of the leather seats, and kicking out the front-side door. Putting up the cellphone to his mouth, he breathed in "Ve've arrived."Looking back for a moment, "You guyz ready? Ve're going to break through their defenses!"Jumping out, reaching back, and hefting up his large hammer, brought it violently, an estranged look in his face, in his eye, as he ran up towards the side-entrance door, bringing the hammer down. "CHARGE ZER FRONT LINES! ZE SURPRISE OF ATTACK IS ON OUR SIDE!"* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * He was calm.
He was logical.
He was enthusiastic.
And he understood.
He needed to set the example for the others, since he'd took on the mantle of leadership for this organization. But there was a method to his madness. By making this appear as a crazed, random attack, it would make the enemy more arrogant. And it was the enemy's arrogance that he'd rely on in order for his ploys to succeed, and further dishearten and break their spirit.
As for right now though...
"Unfettered" needed to let his comrades know that the man leading them was passionate, passionate for them, and their endeavors.
And hope that at least that ploy above all else, would work.
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Post by David B. on Sept 1, 2008 16:19:37 GMT -8
He heard many noises, smelled many scents, and saw many things. He had to give this man, unfettered, credit for holding such a large scale operation on his own. He watched people follow his orders without Question, and jump to attention whenever he called out a name. They were obviously loyal to him, though David knew in the end that thats what would undo them. Many of the people here were going to be hurt, possibly killed, and though David was a pillar, The reputation of leniency and passive nature that plagued the title caused nearly everyone to view him as a lax individual, someone who doesn't take him duties seriously.
He was the only one who took his Duties seriously.
He heard the German begin to speak, and decided to risk poking his head out. The man seemed aflame with his desire to help those within the school. David frowned. Did this man feel the same as he did? He didn't know. Possibly. The people filed on to the busses, and David knew it was now or never. He ran to the edge of the building, jumping off and rolling to take away some of the force. He threw on the completely white mask from his bag, And climbed under the last bus in line, hooking his arms and legs onto pieces of metal as they took off.
The trip was interesting, to say the least, full of swerving and cars honking. They arrived in short order though, and David, after crawling out and peering from behind the end of the bus, smiled as they led the assault. Perfect. This much action and intensity would draw nearly all the guards from the cars he planned to sift through on his way to the back of the building. As he made his way, silently, through the forest of machines, he had, on more than one occasion, been forced to hide behind or hide in cars to avoid people and guards running past. He made it through, however, and, sitting behind the car closest to the door he planned to enter, waited for the boy, trizen, to fulfill his end of the exchange.
He hoped this attack would work. For all they're sakes.
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Post by Cody Travers on Sept 2, 2008 12:38:33 GMT -8
Oh, it wasn't a party until the psychos arrived..No, where would be the fun in THAT?!
"Um... ja... you guyz know Ich have more zen just bread... Like... a few pumpkin pies und freshly baked chicken, ja?"
---"Whatisgoingonwiththis- can I help?"
Cody stared at a few people under that hot jacket of his, a bunch of newcomers to the group as well, none of which he knew personally but that's because no one took the time to get to know him on a personal level anyway. Smirking under the guise of his own point.
"Glad to have you vith us. Hope you haven't slowed down... you're going to be part of my team."
..Oh goody, another for the brady bunch.
He watched at the bus screeched to a halt in front of the students gathering to take over the bus, funny how a fat man can't stand up to a bunch of kids..
That was one bus anyway..
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?! IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT?! YOU IDIOTS LEAVE BROKEN BEER BOTTLES AND KNIVES ALL OVER HERE! FUCKING PRICKS AND WHORES! OTEHR PEOPLE WORK AND LIVE AROUND HERE TOO! YOU SHOULD ALL BE THROWN IN JAIL!"
Oooh..Feisty aren't we?
Chuckle..Chuckle..
"We have to kill you., I'm afraid..."
Cody widened an eye, he didn't sign up to practically kill someone..It was out of his jurisdiction to perform or even be part of such a task.
"What.....what will you do? My family....what will become of them?"
"I'll make it quick I promise,"
Cody stepped off from the flagpole, beginning his advance..
"Clsoe your eyes..."
"...Delilah..."
"I said close them,"
..Better stop her now, You Nazi, or there won't be any forgiveness for you..
Step..
Step.. "Three.....two...
One."
Nothing was said, nothing was done, and the blow was made, as Cody watched..It wasn't lethal..But harmful. Cody breathed and backed off. It wasn't his business now..
"Takje him inside; he's just unconscious."
"Mm..."
"Give me ten minutes, and I'll have it up and running,"
Finally, he settled down, pocketing hsi hands once more before turning about face and-- BAAMMMMMM CRASHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!
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A scene of at least 5 guys and girls began playing in his head to potentially make this event even more comedic what it already was..
PARTY OVER HERE! WOO WOO!
PARTY OVER THERE! WOO WOO!
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"Yo~"
..Yup.
"Decide now... Our assault begins as of this moment, at 8:15. After we park and make sure that all of the teachers' forces are inside, we will rush the entrances on bus. Sappers have the responsibility of setting up the diversion we need both outside and inside to buy us enough time, as well as securing any possible surveillance rooms. Trashmen will be at the entrance, keeping enemy forces from taking us down... Main force will be on the offensive., and be busy attempting to find the captives."
"Damn straight.." Cody said tightening his gloves up, hard.
"People of Militia---no... of Public High School #259.:"
"LETZ KICK SOME AZZ."
Cody just stared at the enigmatics statements, that was all fine and dandy but the plan and morale had yet to be considered. With that Cody got on with his own damn beat, stepping lightly.
Tightening the straps up on his gloves.
He got on the bus..With the devil as the fucking driver.
"Great.."
So there he was sitting in the back of the-- No, STANDING with his troops, on the bus..He didn't care much for sitting..Espcially the way the madman hurled the damn buss down the street. Screaming at the top of his lungs..
A sweatdrop would appear..
Before getting flung in all directions from the sudden turns and twists of the road.
Sad really.
<_<;;;
Cody gripped the side of the seat holding on for dear life, before smirking. Halting in the parking spot.
"Ve've arrived."
"You guyz ready? Ve're going to break through their defenses!"
Let the FUN BEGIN!
"CHARGE ZER FRONT LINES! ZE SURPRISE OF ATTACK IS ON OUR SIDE!"
Cody watched as he took the hammer to the side door, a sudden SMASH and the fight would commence!
Cody smirked, running up and kicking the door open..Or at least, what was left. Before turning to the German..
"..Ladies first." With a smile.
"..Oh..And next time..I'm driving..You Crazy German fuck.."
He waved the people in his group down.
"LET'S GO PEOPLE! WE AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!!"
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Post by Rem on Sept 2, 2008 18:37:25 GMT -8
"LETZ KICK SOME AZZ" The diminutive youth gave a toothy, even feral-looking grin from his perch astride Hugh Bottleneck's shoulders. He'd been hyped up with Delilah's rather hilarious, if not inspirational performance. Yup, now it was his time to shine.
"...Gabriel, Chocorem, Clavering... We'll be clearing a path. Chocorem, begin setting up a base of operations at their front office."
He ignored the rest. Those orders didn't concern him. Not in the least. He knew of their importance to the success of the mission overall, however, he had his own part to play, and he'd do it to the best of his ability. Rem had just been about to bark orders to his subordinates when the bus suddenly shook up, nearly sending him flying out of the vehicle. Damn, his small, light frame! Still, he clung to the large, muscle-man for dear life... aaaand then they were off the bus. Somehow, they'd survived that little ordeal.
"Ve've arrived. You guyz ready? Ve're going to break through their defenses!"
Rem, still settled upon his buff underling's shoulders, nodded once, then turned to look at the Enforcers who were still in a state of anarchy over this sudden intrusion. This was it.
"CHARGE ZER FRONT LINES! ZE SURPRISE OF ATTACK IS ON OUR SIDE!"
Now that the moment of truth had actually come, Rem found himself a bit flustered, but he hid it well. In a split second, a plethora of thoughts, emotions, doubts, fears and feelings flickered through his mind like a dying light bulb.
Then, he caught sight of Unfettered.
The boss' stern, calm demeanor rattled Rem. Sure, Rem wasn't a greenhorn when it came to battles, fights, chaos, etc. but he'd always had mixed feelings, doubts, beforehand. This man, this guy he'd put his faith, his trust in... appeared completely unabashed, and, something within his own heart and mind steeled itself. The Japanese youth's face would give off nothing but a stony, calm and contented focus."You heard the boss, bitches! Let's give 'em hell!"Taylor, Sword, Bear and Max (Jay's replacement) leapt forward, kicking over the trashcans as they advanced, taking the man-hole sized lids and rushing in after them. Hugh, with Rem still in tow, would grip two larger trash receptacles from their rather extensive pile of the stuff, stand behind the others and hurl them into the confused crowd.
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Post by narakunohana on Sept 3, 2008 5:18:30 GMT -8
My apologies, most especially to Lau for mild puppeteering.After a little disapproving shake of the head towards the scene that the mechanic girl had made, Layla flashed a grin and looked around. The two buses would already be filled, where would her team of 3 members be now? Hearing several directions from their 'Leader', Layla noted that the Trashmen were given orders to put on some football gear. --- Technically, Layla was also a member of that team. She would have to make that clear to Richard and Hans later, but where would they get o--- BAAMMMMMM
CRASHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!! [/size][/color] "Yo~"How, very... convenient. Was this the bus for her team? A nod in acknowledgment of the green-haired female, smiling. "...Miss Clavering. Your unit vill be on zis bus. Miria... you're driving" Layla's eyebrows raised significantly. Is that humor in "Unfettered"'s tone of speech? Something told her that she would have to thank Shinichi for loving sports cars so much. "Very well." she would say as she and the two other boys would enter the vehicle and turn to who would be their driver "I suppose you are in my team...?" she greeted, "Welcome aboard. Stand behind me, we will join the assault team and we will see if we can help those children inside that facility."An elderly tone to her voice, something that some students respected and some looked up to. Layla was a teacher who connected well with her students, and could boast her great involvement with them. Heck, one could say that she was very attached to them -- like her children. All of her students were, and she held them equally dear to her heart. "Decide now... Our assault begins as of this moment, at 8:15. After we park and make sure that all of the teachers' forces are inside, we will rush the entrances on bus. Sappers have the responsibility of setting up the diversion we need both outside and inside to buy us enough time, as well as securing any possible surveillance rooms. Trashmen will be at the entrance, keeping enemy forces from taking us down... Main force will be on the offensive., and be busy attempting to find the captives."... What about the Medical team? Well, she would have to go with her earlier assumption of joining the main group in finding the captives. "People of Militia---no... of Public High School #259.:"
"LETZ KICK SOME AZZ." *grin*"...Indeed. Fire it up, Miss Miria... destiny awaits us."All three buses drove especially fast, following "Unfettered"'s lead. Avoiding? Nah. Layla would smile as Miria hit several cars with the corner of the bus, and kept on her speed. Hans and Richard seemed a little worried at the speed, but not Layla. The wind on her hair... The exhilaration of danger... The honor of her profession on the line... ... "Unfettered"'s voice rang on her phone. Speakerphone, so that all of them could hear. "...Gabriel, Chocorem, Clavering... We'll be clearing a path. Chocorem, begin setting up a base of operations at their front office. Gabriel, you have your orders. Miss Clavering... You'll be holing yourselves up in the front office, until we can get that surveillance room. Keep the cellphones open---Whoa, hang on---"*BAM* *CRUNCH* *SCLHP*Layla blinked and looked out the window. Ow, that must've hurt. No matter. "... Hans, Richard. Whatever you do, do NOT open the windows.""Whaaa? Why---""Trust me."The buses screeched as they tried to stop, only to hit the side entrance of the said facility. "Ve've arrived.You guyz ready? Ve're going to break through their defenses!"Layla brought her phone to her lips. "Medical Team, Ready when you are."It was then when Layla looked at her Three companions, and smiling at them. "It will be alright. Stick with me, and we'll get through this."A nod from Hanz and Richard. The two passed a little bag to Miria, that contained the same medical supplies as the rest of the bags that Layla and the two boys held. She knew what could be waiting inside, having run the entire scenario through her mind dozens of times -- so far it had been running according to her plans and to what she had anticipated. It was then, that the door opened to let through 5 plush dolls; 4 floating plush dolls with the consistency of flesh and metal, to be more accurate. One more plushie was Shinichi, and was left floating right above Layla. He was more of her personal protector, whist the others were more of his support group. "As soon as the door opens, we will break through and deal with them head on. I, and my cotton-based friends, will cover for you as a hidden member of the trashmen group." she told them, "We will deal with any tranquilizers, bullets and tazer guns, so don't be afraid to go ahead and keep up with the main assault group. Stay within the range of the other Trashmen, until our leader tells you so."
"Miria, stay with me."
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