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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 10, 2013 12:54:44 GMT -8
"We have a decent amount of food and supplies ma'am, since the citizens have been growing their own crops from seeds they saved before the world was blown up. We are however, low on medical supplies. We have enough peroxide and ointments, but we are desperately low on bandages. There is also a contingency plan should evacuation be necessitated, but it was Sheriff Miller that came up with it. There's a sandbar that connects to Manhattan Beach north of us. It's hidden beneath the water and invisible to the naked eye, but he said if you know where it is, it makes for a good escape route. The majority of the citizens live around the city center ma'am, most are young to middle aged, with only a few old aged and invalid. Most of the senior citizens died of natural causes... well, as natural as it can get here."
As Marcus observed the guard, he would notice their routes were quite random. None of them walked in a set path around the perimeter, but instead zig-zagged all around the area. One fellow would even pass close to him at one point, though taking him captive would be impossible, as there was another fellow nearby looking right at Marcus's direction. He would notice however, several minutes later, that there was a particular area the guard passed by once or twice, but for the most part, didn't guard very much. It was the bottom left corner of the junkyard, and for good reason. There was so much metal piled up against the wall, it was any wonder it hadn't tumbled down yet. The Grim would have a window of about five minutes before a guard passed by that spot.
"I can lead you to the residential area ma'am, but you might be received even more worse than us. I don't mean to be pessimistic, but after the leaders have not shown themselves for so long here, suddenly both of you show up to try to build relations might not go over well initially..."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 15, 2013 19:33:15 GMT -8
"I'll take that chance," she replied brusquely. "Lead on."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 15, 2013 21:31:06 GMT -8
When opportunity knocks.....
Now your all probably wondering why Marcus would even be bothering going the stealth route in the first place when one considers how easily he could just throw his weight around. Thing was, as soon as the situation was explained to Delilah, Bucket radio'd Marcus in, who was at the time still making his way to the Scrapyard. Before he did ANYTHING, Marcus had to make sure. He had to find out WHY.
And if he didn't like the answer, then he would react appropriately.
Until then he would play it safe. Despite Becoming a beast against Barker soliders, which somewhere down the line he equated to less than cattle, DRONES even, he did not have the stomach for killing.
A Weakness? A furtive grasp at his humanity? Leave it for the philosophers to harrumph over, He had a job to do. Marcus knew himself. He had a code of sorts and one he could not disobey for the life of him. Rules he placed on himself many years ago.
Mentally keeping tabs on the guards positions in a grid within his mind, Marcus made his move. Like lightning out of a bottle the man would Dart out, churning a bolt of Shadow in his hand the size of a golf ball and shooting it straight for the pile of metal against the wall. The noise should distract the guards long enough for him to climb the fence and duck out of sight unnoticed.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 17, 2013 20:49:32 GMT -8
"As you wish. Follow me please, First Crow Black."Elijah leading the way out of the firehouse, Shane following behind him and Delilah, his presence would help a little, but for the most part, the citizens would not be happy. Heading into the city center, if Delilah looked around, she would see people looking out through the windows of their houses, a few genuinely curious, but most would be glaring daggers at her. Both Shane and Elijah looked pretty uncomfortable too, from the sheer amount of anger they felt emanating from the townspeople, but they would stand by The First Crow, no matter what. Marcus would successfully rattle the pile of metal and make noise, but what he probably didn't expect was his blast would loosen the pile of metal enough to send the entire thing crashing down, making a brilliant loud crash that brought all the guards running from all corners of the junkyard, which gave Marcus a window of five minutes to scale the fence and climb into the junkyard. He would get in undetected, and just as he hides, the guards would return to their patrolling, after seeing it was a whole lot of nothing. He would even hear one guard mutter about how it was about time that pile of metal toppled over. As Delilah continued through the residential area, suddenly, a tall, broad shouldered man would appear in front of them, a wooden baseball bat held over his right shoulder. "So, yer one of them leaders of the Crows huh? Decided to finally show yer face after the crap we went through huh?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 17, 2013 22:03:32 GMT -8
As Delilah walked, she encountered one of the first civilians, noting his stature and the baseball bat across his shoulders.
"I have and I am. I intend to right the wrongs we created. Did you have a concern?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 17, 2013 22:17:12 GMT -8
Phase one complete.
Time for phase two!
Marcus would carefully look for a nice high and open vantage point. From there he would then plan out a VERY carefully laid out path to GET to said Vantage point without being seen.
Phase three?
SIT upon said high open vantage point in a VERY casual manner, then say something incredibly witty to get everyones attention.
And then he would talk.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 18, 2013 21:32:01 GMT -8
"Do I have a concern she asks."
The man would scoff, but for all his words and imposing figure, he doesn't appear to be making up any hostile motions towards Delilah or the other Crows with her.
"Left us to fend for ourselves for so long, barely enough of a Crow presence to make a difference, and then your so-called 'allies' turned on you and became our enemy again. Oh yeah, it's real peachy here, you want to make the wrongs right? Spend more time in your actual territories helping us than just Long Beach."
The man would then turn on his heel and stomp off, seems he took Sheriff Miller's words seriously, and would not pick a physical fight with the Crows.
Marcus would find the only actual high and open vantage point is the top of the building located in the middle of the junkyard, but there were some makeshift vantage points in the form of piles of flattened scrap metal piled on top of one another. They didn't seem too sturdy though, and would more than likely not support his weight.
He would however, see a pile of concrete ruins that appeared to be a building once nearby, though it's located close to the path of some of the guards. It's not exactly high, but it's not low either.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 25, 2013 2:03:33 GMT -8
The large and tallest building in the middle of the yard would be Marcus' objective. It would serve his purposes quite admirably as an oratorial platform. Licking his lips, the man would pick his route out, slipping from hiding space to hiding space in a path that would still allow to maintain tabs on all the guards, of which he would try to sneak past.
If any guard was unfortunate to catch sight of him, or come close to catching sight of him, Marcus would pounce like lightning, choking the guard out and hiding the unconcious body in the nooks and crannies he hid amongst.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 27, 2013 21:22:08 GMT -8
"Do I have a concern she asks."
That was indeed what she had asked, so she maintained her relaxed posture. Her face, however, was curiously expressionless; almost flat. She would hear him out, but he was on edge. She didn't think he would swing at her...maybe he knew about her, about the men she had brought with her and Grim Prasad. Delilah was many things, and one of them fortunately happened to be patient.
"Left us to fend for ourselves for so long, barely enough of a Crow presence to make a difference, and then your so-called 'allies' turned on you and became our enemy again. Oh yeah, it's real peachy here, you want to make the wrongs right? Spend more time in your actual territories helping us than just Long Beach."
That's the plan.
"Of course. We'll work on that right away."
As the man stalked off, Delilah turned to the men accompanying her. "Where is Shane's father? I'd like to speak with him. I have a feeling that talking with the one who holds respect might inspire citizens to listen to what we are about to say."
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 1, 2013 10:57:02 GMT -8
"My pop? He should be in his office. If not there, he's probably at home then."Shane would reply, a bit of a frown on his face. The First Crow could've just asked him directly where his father was, instead of directing the question to the others as a whole. Shrugging to himself, he'd then lead the way to the sheriff's office, located in what previously used to be a police station. As Marcus makes his way towards the building located in the middle of the junkyard, he would run into a couple single patrolling guards here and there. They wouldn't go down without a fight however, and would struggle against the choke hold they were placed into, clawing and grabbing at Marcus's arm, but would eventually go down like a light. A few guards would appear just moments after Marcus knocked out the guards he had been choking, but they would not notice anything out of the ordinary. If Marcus continued choking guards though, eventually they would realize something was up, because the guard patrols were starting to grow smaller and smaller. He's about halfway to the building when he'll spot a guard standing in front of the door leading to what appears to be a stairwell. Unfortunately, the guard isn't a regular sized guy like the guards he previously encountered. In fact, this guard is pretty tall and muscular. Reaching the police station a few minutes later, Shane would hold his hand up, asking the others to stop, before poking his head in through the gap of the door of the police station, to check things out. A couple seconds later, he'd pull his head back out and pull the door open fully, gesturing for the others to follow inside. "He's over there ma'am."Shane would say, pointing over to the desk located in the very back, where, sitting in a rolling chair, his back facing them, was his father, cowboy hat just poking over the top of the headrest of the chair.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 11, 2013 19:57:14 GMT -8
Delilah would nod, following Shane to his father's office; if he was perturbed by her choice to address the group as a whole rather than he himself, he showed little of it, which was good. What she was looking for, was humility in her soldiers. If she had that, she could expect them to lead this territory effectively.
...But what they needed, was someone to guide them and direct them in her absence. As incredible as Marcus was, he couldn't be in two places at the same time, and nor could she.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 15, 2013 1:14:58 GMT -8
Marcus frowned the second he caught sight of the big man. Obviously what lay down the stairs was the big boss and Marcus wanted to get to him with little to no fuss. Remembering his gambit during Operation Mourning Tide, the man came to a decision that what he needed now was a healthy serving of Bullshit.
Pulling his flatcap alittle lower to shadow his eyes, Marcus sauntered out of the shadows easy and loose and began to casually walk towards the big man, greeting him with a nod of his head.
"Boss needs to see me."
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 19, 2013 14:37:24 GMT -8
Stopping in front of his father's desk, Shane would step off to the side, letting the First Crow take front and center, as he'd exchanged glances with Elijah. At least his father had calmed down quite a bit, considering he hadn't tossed the whole lot of them out. Giving no immediate reaction to the group that had come piling into his office, it was only after he swiveled around in his chair, now facing them, would he give Delilah a stern but not unfriendly frown.
"What business ya got here Ms. Crow? Ya certainly aren't here to ask fer directions."
The big man towering over Marcus, one eyebrow cocked, he'd shake his head at the Grim.
"Boss is busy. Said no one is to disturb him right now. Whatever it is can wait. Come back in five minutes."
He isn't going to budge on it either.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 20, 2013 0:08:50 GMT -8
Marcus would stare the big man down for a minute or two, Gauging his options before deciding on a simple solution.
"Suite yourself man. I got ALL the time in the world."
Marcus would retort nonchalantly before checking his watch. Making himself a seat atop of the hood of a car, the man would pull his legs up and stare at the big man with a catlike grin on his face, waiting the Five minutes out.
"So. Guard Duty huh?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 25, 2013 22:08:14 GMT -8
"What business ya got here Ms. Crow? Ya certainly aren't here to ask fer directions."
Delilah gave the man a pleasant nod, stepping forward. "I wanted to come personally to thank you for over-seeing the territory in our inexcusable absence. We're making amends for the people here as we speak.
"I'd like to offer you a position within the Crows, if you like. Now that we seek to fix our mistakes, we also want to prevent new ones; We will be installing a man here, new blood, to govern the land. He will need help. And you've been so good to the people here, and the Crows.
"You don't have to be a solider; but you are the voice of the citizens here, more so than anyone. That's invaluable. I'm thinking 'Head Advisor and Domestic Officer of Hermosa'. Basically, exactly what you're already doing, just with our stuff."
The idea was simple and straight to the point; he got to keep his job, and got to do it with higher quality resources. And, if something went wrong, the heat would be entirely off of him and onto the one they were going to charge with this area.
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