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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 16, 2016 15:48:16 GMT -5
(The front page does look fantastic Anon! Excellent work!)
An enthusiastic, but respectfully quiet argument had been struck up between Banes and Jean, while her partner sat back and sipped his coffee, pretending to be oblivious to the spoilers being thrown between the two on a book he had yet to read. Before she could finish her statement, the female cop’s phone rang rather loudly, earning her a nasty glance from a nearby teacher who quickly turned her glare back to her computer when she saw who it was directed at. Excusing herself, she got up and moved to the front of the shop, then returned a few moments later, tapping her partner on the shoulder. “Bad news. Breakfast is over, a jogger reported hearing shots and seeing smoke in the windows of that therapy clinic.” “Not that one the government keeps shooing us away from…” He groaned as Banes nodded. “We might as well call it ‘Area 51’, since it’s obviously not some ordinary therapy clinic. If we’re forbidden to investigate it, why are they sending us out? Besides, we aren’t on shift for another half an hour.” “They want us to watch discretely. No investigation, just look into the situation and make a judgement call from there.” Smiling apologetically to Jean, she said, “I’m sorry to cut breakfast short, we’ll pick this up next week. Jean laughed lightly, waving them off. “No problem. Go investigate your aliens.” Banes’ partner took a final mouthful of scone, nodded a quick goodbye, and both cops left, leaving the young woman alone with the half-full cups of coffee.
A small smile pulled at the corner of Oliver’s lips and he began to move towards the back of the bunker. His gate was extremely slow, careful, as his knees and ankles would buckle frequently as he walked and he often stumbled as if having difficulty figuring out where to put his foot on the next step. Al tagged along, patient with the slow pace, though only offering assistance if the thin man seemed truly about to fall. He’d been much more attentive when Oliver first came to the bunker, though how he made it there alone was still a mystery to the big special. He’d suffered from severe damage to his nervous system due to an overdose of the tranquilizers used by agents, as well as a large degree of mental trauma. It’d taken him a while to find the determination to seek out self sufficiency, but when he did, Al was more than happy to give it to him, distancing himself to only where he was needed. They reached the back wall and turned a slight corner that, from the other side of the room, would have only looked like a vertical protrusion in the rock wall. Set in the stone was a door, barely bigger than a cupboard. He slid the door up and looked to Al for words. “Hopefully you won’t need to be here long enough to use it, but if you need supplies or if we’re compromised, this is the dumbwaiter. Down will get you to the storage room, up will get you into a back room on the first floor. If you are stuck here long enough to need supplies, make sure you tell someone. We’ve had people get stuck in the cellar before.” He didn't mention anything about being there long enough for them to get compromised, obviously pretty confident in the security of the bunker. Oliver gave a small nod of approval at his description.
Eve leapt back with a frightened yelp, the killer’s sudden outburst serving to remind her that he was in that place for a reason, whatever that memory might be, and he was far from someone she should give her full trust. Still, she needed his help and judging by the painful way he moved, he might still need hers. So there was no leaving him on account of an outburst and a fresh wave of distrust, she was stuck traveling with him until they were both to safety. Approaching the passed out guards, she shook her head. “No. I mean, for halloween and stuff, sure, but that was a long time ago.” And this is a little different than a party with some coworkers. She thought. Still, she followed suit, choosing a guard who looked to be about her size and taking off the essentials for a proper disguise. The clothing sagged terribly on her slight frame, making her ‘disguise’ look more like a poorly fitted costume, but she slipped the equipment loaded belt the agent had been wearing around her own waist and it made her feel a bit better about the situation. “Ok, what next?”
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 16, 2016 16:14:56 GMT -5
Well, teenage Skylar's fc is luca hollestelle. I don't have one for her now though since she's older))
Skylar let out a startled squeak as Sam spoke. She whirled toward him so quickly that her glasses slipped on the bridge of her nose so that they were crooked. For a moment, she stared at him with frightened eyes. Beside her, Aiden stirred, awoken by his mother's sudden frantic movement. "Mommy, what-" Instantly, Skylar turned to her child. "Everything's fine," she soothed. "Someone just startled me, that's all." Aiden looked unconvinced, but he settled back in his seat, turning to gaze out the window beside him. Skylar turned back to glance at Sam, before lowering her gaze back to the newspaper. "I know what I saw," she murmured out of the corner of her mouth, feigning absorption in her newspaper, though she couldn't concentrate on it at all now. "No one moves that fast. You're..." she hesitated. "Different, aren't you? Special."
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 17, 2016 15:29:20 GMT -5
dragon: thanks!! aviva: thats ok - if you find one i can put it on c:
responding! ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 18, 2016 2:28:21 GMT -5
wow that was the biggest poof ever ]]       Sera followed along. Normally she would be annoyed with the slow pace - she was so used to weaving among the crowds on the sidewalk and despised slow walkers - but this wasn't the sidewalk, and Oliver wasn't your regular passerby. Besides, she used the extra time to further explore the place as she slid her hand along the wall and studied the ceiling lights. She raised her eyebrows when they got to the small door, and Oliver lifted it to reveal more space beyond, then listened attentively to Al as he explained the whole dumbwaiter thing. "Yeah, I g-get claustrophobic, so you'd definitely hear me freaking out if I got s-stuck," she quipped, realizing that it was one of the last few fears she had to conquer, and bent over to get a better look inside. "I'm glad there's m-more to this place."
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      Without feeling any semblance of guilt in response to Eve's fright, if he had noticed it at all, Theron watched as she got up and put on one of the uniforms too. It looked a bit sad hanging loose on her - it came to him that most of the guards were probably not young, thin girls - and he would have let out a chuckle if he were in a joking mood, but he never really was, so he just looked on with silent, apathetic impatience until she finally adjusted the belt. "Right. We need to get out, which would be easy if I could use any of my abilities, but that isn't possible now. And as for my condition otherwise..." He cracked his neck with a wince, trying to ignore the fact that his entire body was sore and every muscle fiber seemed succumbed to an unacceptable weakness. "I should be fine." 'I just need to focus on walking straight.' "Let's go."
      He began to run, albeit awkwardly, in the direction he thought the exit was - though without intuitive aptitude it was a lot more difficult to gather information about his surroundings and situation. This was especially evident when agents shot around the corner, and he froze in place, for once unable to think quickly.
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      Sam was used to people being scared, both of his ability and in general as he was saving them, so he wasn't fazed by the woman's shocked reaction - and when she spoke to her child, he was reminded yet again of Soph and Daniel, but he pushed those memories aside. He took a sip of his coffee to act like everything was natural. "Depends on who's accusing," he said, voice monotonous, but tension was building in his head. Some of it was at least released when he noticed the two cops exiting the shop - on a call? he would investigate after he took care of this - leaving their friend sitting at the table, so he let his shoulders relax a bit against the wall of the booth.
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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 18, 2016 5:39:03 GMT -5
(Hey, I'm going to try to reply tonight or tomorrow, but I'm preparing for a pretty big trip and may not be back until next Thursday. Definitely won't be here Saturday to Wednesday. I'm very sorry for freezing characters!)
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 18, 2016 9:51:32 GMT -5
It's fine Dies! I think the only freeze would be Theron which I'm ok with ]]
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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 18, 2016 20:16:59 GMT -5
(Well, derby practice was called off, so I get to post tonight)
Eve ran close behind him, slightly less hidden than she had been during the altercation with the agents earlier. The glock around her waist gave her more confidence than anything else had that day, for it was something familiar. A handgun of a different size, slightly smaller to fit in her child hands. Her dad’s praise, telling her that though she would never make a good hunter; after all, she cried after catching a squirrel, she might make a good sharp shooter yet. His huge hands, big as her head, ruffling her hair whenever she would hit the center of a target. They had human shaped ones, but she never wanted to use them. She didn’t like the thought of shooting someone. With stars and circles, paper monsters and beasts, why shoot at people? When the agents came around the corner, they might as well have been one of the paper cutouts, for the response was automatic. Seven years of target practice for speed and accuracy came back all at once and she drew and shot before she could even think about what she was doing. The glock was heavy, way heavier than the little handguns she’d practiced with. A hole in the paper, a hole in the head. Dropping the gun at her side, she could only stare as the agent went down, blood pooling on the ground. “I-I didn’t… I’m not…” But she couldn’t bring herself to finish any of the sentences, because she knew it was her fault and she feared not only the recoil of her actions, but the fact that she was now, truly, a murderer by her own hand and not that of her abilities.
Al gave an understanding nod. “You don’t have to go down there if you don’t want to. Besides, you shouldn’t have to anyways.” He paused a moment, tilting his head slightly as if listening for something. “There’s no gunfire anymore, Ashley should be back. I’ll be right back.” Crossing the room at a near jogging speed, he slowed at the entrance of the bunker and walked up slowly, continuing to listen for anything that might be out there. Satisfied with the silence, he slid back the tile and slipped outside to be greeted by the blackened walls of the alley. The agents were in no better shape, their charred bodies lying curled on the ground. Blood stained the arc where the onslaught of flames had started, and he guessed it belonged to the dead agent in the top-of-the-line gear who had made it to the point where Phoenix must have stood. Phoenix herself., however, was no where to be found. Swearing, he headed back into the bunker. “She took off. Left a mess too. Sure hope it doesn’t lead the agents right to us” He grumbled vaguely, returning to where Sera and Oliver stood. He knew trusting her was the wrong thing to do.
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 19, 2016 23:39:19 GMT -5
just got home, responding tomorrow! ]]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 19, 2016 23:42:38 GMT -5
[ hey, sorry for not posting much (or even rping ah) I've been kinda busy, had a rough couple of days, and focused on trying to get my rps up and going jfdsncjkdv ]
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hawki
Pronouns: she/her/that one weirdo
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Post by hawki on Aug 20, 2016 2:29:24 GMT -5
ok no prob! ]] "Sure, brother, sure!' Felix looked to the left as the guards ran past. One of them bumped into him and spun around, narrowing his eyes. "You look to be the only ginger in this whole place." 'Guess the hat didn't work as well as I thought.' Felix put on a confused face, then looked at Chance, who'd been playing along well so far - 'I hope this guy is a good actor.' "Ah, me and the brother were just talking about catching a football game!" He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and struggled with the lighter for a couple seconds. "Football? That don't start 'till next month." He cursed himself for basing a lie off of something he knew nothing about, then gave Chance a look that said, 'your turn, stranger'.(Sorry! I didn't forget about this~) Chance didn't like the look of the guard and he was beginning to realize with a sort of sinking dread in his stomach that whatever this guy was into was about to land Chance in hot water unless he came up with something on the fly and magically managed to become a great liar. Thanks for picking me out of this huge crowd of people, man! Really appreciate it! Chance tucked away the sarcasm for the first opportunity he got if they ever weaseled their way out of this mess. He raised his eyebrows at the guard and decided that he might as well go big or go home. He'd spent some time in England as a kid--several years, actually, while his mom was working with some company or other. At first the kids there had made fun of him for his American accent so, purely out of self-preservation, he had mastered their accents. It'd been 10 years since he'd needed the damn skill. Could he do it again? Crap, this sucks. Okay, here goes literally nothing... "Of course it started, mate. You're barking." A rush of relief that it worked, as far as Chance could hear. It had been enough time that the accent sounded American enough for the guard to assume that he'd been in the States a while but hadn't lost it completely. Chance had to force himself not to hold his breath. He was convinced now that his success had been a fluke. If the guard asked him something else, the trick wouldn't work a second time around. Please shrug it off, please shrug it off....
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 21, 2016 0:25:30 GMT -5
it's ok winter and hawki! thanks for coming back!
i think out of everyone on the forums I'm the most lenient when it comes to members taking breaks and not responding because I'm a culprit of doing that myself and totally understand if people are busy or just too tired to write well. id rather everyone wrote really nicely and developed a good plot over time than hastily wrote two or three-liners every response, ya know? writing a good post takes time and energy, especially if youre a perfectionist!
ok I said I'd respond today but work happened; tomorrow I get off at 8 pm so I can respond after that c: if yall wanna chat tho I can do that bc it doesnt take me an hour~ ]]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 21, 2016 0:30:03 GMT -5
[ yeah ahh ive been so busy and stuff lately jfncsd ]
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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 21, 2016 7:12:22 GMT -5
(Greetings from Minnesota!
Like Anon, I can chat, but until Thursday, I can't reply since writing long posts on a phone with questionable campground service is a tedious task. So Anon, if you don't have time to reply to everyone's rp stuff, you can wait on mine until you really have time.)
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 21, 2016 10:00:25 GMT -5
oh man i wish i could go to minnesota! and ok that works a lot better; its perf that your character is with theron because his posts take the longest to write x3 how is everyone? ive been re-watching heroes since revamping this rp and i forgot how good it is omg ]]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 21, 2016 10:35:01 GMT -5
[ I've been doing ok ~
I just woke up lol ]
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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 21, 2016 11:15:24 GMT -5
(Darn, I want to watch Heroes again now. Probably when I go back to college
I'm doing well, still a little disoriented. I keep forgetting this isn't Michigan. Glad I could make things easier for you!)
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 21, 2016 21:14:26 GMT -5
winter, I literally wake up at 1 pm if theres nothing to stop me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and dies whats michigan like? my fav singer is sufjan stevens and he grew up there and he talks about it all the time in his music, it seems really pretty and theres a lot of history there! hey robin! hows it hanging? -responding w/ felix- ]]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 21, 2016 21:16:00 GMT -5
[ lolol. I usually stay up super late and kinda just die over night omg ]
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 21, 2016 21:30:43 GMT -5
yo sometimes itll be like 3 am and ill just say 'hey ive stayed up this late why give up now' and pull an all nighter haha ]]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Aug 21, 2016 21:36:05 GMT -5
[ same lol ]
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 21, 2016 23:50:11 GMT -5
      The guard made a face showing incredulity, looking over the two, but then put up a hand to show he'd given up. "Man, I don't get paid enough for this. You can both go back go London or wherever the heck you're from, I'm gonna go get a street taco or somethin' while the squad's out." He then spun around and disappeared in the crowd.       Felix smiled and waved, making sure the guy was surely gone before acting himself again, slouching slightly - even though it was clear that the guard wouldn't have cared whether he was a small-time felon or a murderer. He turned to the kid. "I mean, love the accent, but take it from me; you don't need one to be true Irish... mate." He gave a chuckle, then looked down to see he was still in his pajamas, and shrugged. "Gotta go back to my apartment and get some actual clothes on... but hey, you play any poker, or blackjack?" It was a long shot, but having a parter for a couple of rounds always put more cash in his pockets.
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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 22, 2016 12:23:33 GMT -5
(Michigan is pretty great. There's a lot of really beautiful wooded areas and the lakes are fantastic and have nice beaches, especially the rock ones up in the UP. There is definitely a lot of interesting history and landmarks to visit pretty much everywhere. Plus we have a lot of cool lighthouses.)
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 24, 2016 17:29:22 GMT -5
its ok Robin! I think all of us have some stuff going on hahaha I would so move to michigan based on that omg sorry for not posting guys; I've been in myrtle beach and im coming back Friday but I can post tonight! ]]
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 24, 2016 23:56:32 GMT -5
oh theres nothing for me to respond to nvm but if you guys need me ill be here! ]]
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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 25, 2016 1:38:54 GMT -5
(I am back and can reply to rp stuff now.
Yea, it's a really great place.)
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hawki
Pronouns: she/her/that one weirdo
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Post by hawki on Aug 25, 2016 2:18:34 GMT -5
(sorry guys I've been totally zombie-like lately)
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Post by anonymouse on Aug 27, 2016 22:04:17 GMT -5
back! its ok hawki hahah I had work tonight and have it again tomorrow from 8-4 (rip) and I'm going on a bike ride afterwards so itll be like 8ish when I respond #busybeealert I can chat on my breaks tho c: ]]
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Post by Dieselpunk on Aug 27, 2016 23:15:34 GMT -5
Understandable, it's all good! What work do you do?
I may be a bit absent for a week, hopefully less. I'm moving back into college on Tuesday and need to get work situated. I'll try to still do rp posts though)
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