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                                                          It's hard to watch something you love destroy itself. To see it fall apart... Disaster always feels so distant. Detached. Someone else's struggle in some far away place. It's not until it's in our city, at our doors, that we realize how fragile we are. All of us.. All of this..

                                                          But when it hit.. When it came down, it came down hard. And we fell. We buried ourselves in anger and fear in the instinct to survive. The real truth is, no one watched. No one saw; wanted to see. Tragedy is invisible. People turn away from it, and run from it if they can. And it's hard knowing that you belong here. That your purpose lies amongst all this pain. But someones gotta be here. To pick it up. To push back.

                                                          But the first piece back together... put us all... back together.

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                                                          created by: IiI raisin
                                                          hello everyone. this is a heavily inspired roleplay from the upcoming game The Division.
                                                          you do not need to know a whole lot about the the plot or game to join.
                                                          theme: survival, violence, drama, romance.
                                                          this is a lazy lit roleplay!
                                                          graphics and coding were made by me, photo credit goes to original creators.
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                                                          In 2001, a real world exorcise tested the emergency response to a bio terror attack on the continental United States. The operation was called: Dark Winter. But just within a few days, the simulation spiraled out of control. The operation predicted a breakdown of essential institutions, civil disorder, and massive civilian causalities. Dark winter has revealed how vulnerable we've become. Our lifestyle, our security, and our safety depends on a delicate and unstable economy. We're created a system so complicated that we no longer understand how to control it.

                                                          Oil, power, shipping, transport.
                                                          We live in a complex world. And the more complex it gets, the more fragile it becomes. The system is built on a global supply chain that gets things where they're needed, just in time. We've created a House of Cards. Remove just one, and everything falls apart. And what's fueling the system? Money.

                                                          Americans can spend 90 billion dollars in a single day of shopping. Last year, 200 million people swarmed their local stores on November 23rd. We call that day, Black Friday. Did you know? A flu virus can survive on a bank note for up to 17 days. One day, there will be a pandemic. It could be during the crush of Black Friday sales. A pathogen will jump from tainted bank notes to human skin. Then onto food, toys, children and loved ones. By the time patient zero feels the first sore throat, millions of people will already be infected. From this point, the breakdown will happen fast.

                                                          Day one. Hospitals will reach capacity. Panic will strike.
                                                          Day two. Quarantine zones will be established. Resources will be rationed. Transport will go into lock down.
                                                          Day three. International trade will stop. The oil will dry up. The stock market will collapse.
                                                          Day four. The power will fail. Shelves will be empty. The taps will run dry. And once hunger and despair take hold, people will do anything for survival.
                                                          By day five, everyone will be a potential thread.

                                                          In 2007, a new presidential directive was signed quietly into law. This maps out the governments response to a crisis. A plan to cope with the real dark winter. It is known as Directive 51. There are rumors of shadow agencies, sleeper cells, and covert agents. But nothing can be confirmed.

                                                          Our complex world is prime for breakdown. And once the chaos strikes, there won't be resources to save us all. The only question left is:
                                                          What will it take to save what remains?

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                                                          December, 2007. It's been three months since Sleeper Cell agents released the weaponized virus to the public. It killed nearly the entire population. Within the first month, all of the United States and North America were infected. Weeks later it traveled overseas, destroying everyone in its path. By the third month, all contact was lost. Sleeper Cell agents were slowly taking over the world and sending it into its plunder. The Division, an organization developed around operation Dark Winter, tried to stop it but it was too late. They failed.

                                                          And this is where you come in. No matter what you were in the past, now it is time to rise from the ashes of the old world and decide what you want of the new one. Sleeper Cell agents still roam the streets of New York City. They bring pain to those around them and make them suffer. The Division's goal is to save what remains and restore society.

                                                          So answer this. Who will you choose?


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                                                          It goes without saying that every roleplay ever created on gaia need to have rules.


                                                                01 ┊ GENERAL.
                                                                Follow Gaia's TOS.
                                                                Romance, gore, and violence are accepted. But keep it appropriate.
                                                                Be friendly to your fellow roleplayers. Respect them and you'll get it back. It's as simple as that.
                                                                Have fun!
                                                                02 ┊ THE DIVISION.
                                                                The story is heavily based on the upcoming game, The Division. You do not need to know anything of the game to join.
                                                                You can play as a Division Agent or a Survivor.
                                                                Later, throughout the roleplay, there will be an event where I will open up 2-4 slots for Sleeper Cell agents when they're needed.
                                                                First come first serve.
                                                                03 ┊ POSTING & CHARACTERS.
                                                                This is a lazy lit roleplay. Quality over Quantity. Use good grammar.
                                                                You don't need to send samples. I trust you enough to have confidence.
                                                                You can have up to three characters at a time.
                                                                As for pictures, you can use both real and drawn pictures.
                                                                But please don't use overly noticeable celebrities (ie, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie) and common anime pictures you find on google.
                                                                I don't require you to make pretty posting styles. A picture with the name is good enough for me. No blinding colors.
                                                                04 ┊ ACTIVITY.
                                                                This goes without saying. I made this roleplay for it to last. Please, please please please.. Only join if you're interested in the roleplay.
                                                                I would like it if you posted at least every 2 - 3 days. Send a line to me through pm or post in the occ when you're going on vacation or won't be able to reply.
                                                                05 ┊ GODMODDING & FIGHTING & DEATH.
                                                                Godmodding is allowed but only to an extent. Situations where it's allowed are: When you've been inactive for awhile and we need to push things along and fighting.
                                                                Fighting, you can never truly predict how it will turn out. Nothing too serious without the permission of a character's creator. A punch of kick to knock the wind out is fine.
                                                                You can kill of your character if you wish and create a new one.


                                                          New rules will be added in red.

                                                          GUIDELINES FOR CLASSES
                                                          This is where I'll give a short description of what you're able to play as.
                                                          Since I don't know much about them myself, most of it will be created on spot. You can either be a Division agent or a bystander. NPC and a selected few will play as Sleeper Cell agents.

                                                          The Division Agents
                                                          Are a group of highly experienced people who were recruited by an unknown man. They are an organization that was formed to neutralize the shadow agencies, sleeper cells, and covert agents. When the virus was released to the public, The Division failed to do their job. Now, they roam the streets, saving what can be salvaged, searching for sleeper cells and their bases. They want to protect mankind and restore the world.

                                                          Sleeper Cell Agents
                                                          Basically the bad guys. They're the ones who followed top secret orders to release the pathogen into the homes of civilians. Exchanging tainted money that held the virus, infected themselves and sat in public areas. They're the reason the world crumbled. They hide out in secret bases, and each day they grow in numbers as the beat innocent people into submission.

                                                          The Bystanders
                                                          It's simple. You're a survivor. Each day is a struggle to live. Food, water, medicine. The things you have to do to survive will one day take its toll.

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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxDamien Seraph. 29. Heterosexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxStubborn. Courageous. Willful. Impatient. Adaptable.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Damien Seraph has experienced a rather wide breadth of law enforcing experience. He served in the NYPD for four reasonably productive years, before he wound up with an offer for a way to potentially help people from a dangerous and possibly looming threat from a particularly peculiar individual. Damien took up the offer, despite some initial skepticism, and found himself training for something that eventually proved itself to be much more than possibly looming. When the outbreak hit, it hit hard, and during some initial rioting and looting, Damien wound up losing an eye protecting a small group of helpless civilians. Not to let a thing like depth perception get in the way of doing his duty, Seraph pushed on, and in the three months since the collapse of society, Damien has found himself one of the few people working to bring back some semblance of law that he used to enforce.


                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > controlled by punday
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxCody Campbell. 28. undecided.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxpassive. gullible. kind. melancholy. hesitant.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Cody was raised in the misty mountains of the Adirondacks. She had never known the roaring city as it's noise faded in hours of travel to her dirt roads and cabin home. The daughter to a widowed timber salesman, she grew up free of rules as her father saw her the bone-crowned, ruling, princess of the wilderness. Growing up with a healthy fascination for animals and rotting corpses, she set herself down the path of becoming a veterinarian. As the virus came knocking on the doors of her rural community, she was quickly, and desperately, utilized as a doctor not for animals but for men and women. The numbers flowed in too heavily. She couldn't save so many. By the end of the first week, the village he lived in had been wiped out and she was... alone. It would be a while before a mysterious letter usher in a renewed sense of life and ambition in her. Letter in hand, she'd arrive in the forlorn city.


                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > controlled by IiI raisin
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxsamantha lavoie. 32. bisexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLoyal. Straight Forward. Rebellious. Simple Minded. Strong.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Sam was always second best to her older brother. Their father being a retired general of the army. Her brother followed in his footsteps and became a ranking officer in no time. Sam tried to do the same, made it past training even! Sam worked hard everyday but it just didn't cut it. She was going no where. But there was something in her that no one else saw but a man without a name. He presented her with a chance to change. To become better. And without a second thought, she accepted. It was during her training that she met and fell in love with a fellow trainee. After a few years, she wed and they had a child together. A little girl that she named Sarah. She graduated as a Division Agent and as to what she was going to do, nobody knew. Until her daughter's 8th birthday. The answer became clear when she was given the order to track and kill any Sleeper Cell agent she could find. But it was too late. The world fell into chaos. By the time she returned home, the news of the death of her daughter was traumatizing. Patient Zero was her case. The very first to become infected with the lethal virus. Weeks passed and the two lovers hid away in their empty apartment. It was only until her husband became ill and died two days later that Sam decided to go out into the world again. To do what she was suppose to do. She pushed her grief away and became the soldier that she had trained to become.


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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxFrancis Slattery. 42. Heterosexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxResourceful. Experienced. Patient. Aloof. Disciplined.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Frank always had a hard time staying in one place before he went to Africa. After a brief stint in the military, he became a hunter and guide for "Hollywood types" who thought a safari and time amidst exotic wildlife sounded like a grand adventure. Frank loved his work and he loved the country. Unfortunately, his wife did not. Following a divorce, a lost custody battle for his children, and piles of gambling debts beginning to stack up, Frank picked up his guns again and turned to hunting men instead of animals -- though the polite way of putting it is "mercenary work." It wasn't long until he was hired by a man virtually unknown to the rest of his contacts. More than willing to finally have a steady job, Frank accepted the offer. The job just turned out to be a little more final than he was expecting.


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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxChon "John" Long. 28. Heterosexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAmusing. Shy. Disciplined. Loyal. Optimistic.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > After a short stint in the French Armed Forces, he went to the U.S. to start a new life and spent his time as a manager at a local department store in the Midwest. He eventually met a woman that later became his girlfriend and gave birth to a baby girl. To help ease the financial burden, he joined the ANG and gave self defense classes in the city. He eventually was contacted by an unknown man for a job offer. Although he had suspicions on the unusual timing and call, the salary was something he couldn't refuse.


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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxPercival VerBanner. 29. Homosexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCultured. Dark. Refined. Intelligent. Dangerous.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Percival VerBanner is Old Money, or rather was Old Money. When you're old money, you happen to be fortunate enough to never have to carry any on your person. You have- or rather had, people for that. Fortunately for him, now penniless, Percival works alongside the former gamekeeper of his country estate, who defended the ancient house from robbers and poachers of supplies. It is through this that Percival and Oren sealed their mutually beneficial friendship. The classic brains and brawn.
                                                          Percival was directed to the agency at the request of his father, a high ranking military official, who died as the planted virus spread across the world. He did so in the hopes that his son would be of some use in the future, but it appears Percival is adamant on the preservation of the culture and exquisite tastes his father believed was the vehicle of humanity's fall.
                                                          Percival puts you in mind of a clever predatory vulture, lean as a rail, dressed in night black, and sharp where it counts, he learned to excel in the quiet and quick inhumation of enemies, where his counterpart is much more skilled at ejecting, breaking, and setting man-traps.


                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > controlled by StitchWerks
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxOren. 34. Ehh?
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCheery. Simple. Hardworking. Strong. Very Strong.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Oren, as he is known, was the attending gamekeeper of the country estate that sheltered he and his erstwhile employer Percival VerBanner during society's collapse. Muscle bound, a tireless worker, and a crack shot, Oren was skilled at employing his honed hunting and wilderness survival skills as a means of ensuring both his survival, and his employer's. They both work together now, a duo. Where Percival is quiet, tactful, and elegantly lethal in close quarters, Oren is a strapping bruiser, especially effective with the business end of a hunting rifle and buck knife. Where these two fail him, his fists have been known to shatter orbitals and remove teeth unguarded. He escorted Percival into the city, far from the remote isolation and safety of estate he was hired to look after, and was entered into the Division at Percival's insistence.


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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Anders. 46. Your Mother.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFriendly. Helpful. Crass. Spirited. Grimy.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Prior to the virus that crippled the city, Anders was well known in several neighborhoods under varying assumptions of homelessness, or work in illicit sales under the guise of homelessness. After three months of progressive societal decline, neither his status nor hygiene appear to have changed very much. He gets around, sometimes in appropriated vehicles, occasionally with a German Shepherd (also appropriated), and is more than eager to offer help to other survivors, whether they want it or not. He seems to have a decent nose for where supplies might be hiding, though no one has managed to follow him back to any sort of stockpile yet. On the whole, he's considered to be a harmless eccentric, perhaps a few cards short of a deck.



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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxDevon Ridley. 23. Asexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxParanoid. Talkative. Unstable. Weak. Agoraphobic.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > >Devon Ridley has spent the entirity of his adult life in a state of high anxiety. He had moved to New York for college but something about the atmosphere and the crowds around him was unbearable. Growing up in a small town in the middle of nowhere the transition was tough enough as it was. He struggled in school only coming in when it was absolutely necessary. Until he shut himself inside his small apartment and immersed himself in his own delusions. He spent hours in front of the computer constantly chasing proof that he was right and that unseen forces were working to undermine the world that he was scarcely a part of any more. Of course it was all a construct of his own mind. There was no correlation between his fantasy world and what happened three months ago.



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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxHaruko Naota. 24. Pansexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCreative. Childish. Honest. Arrogant. Manipulative.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Being born in the Manhattan, Haruko went to a trashy college. She was nose deep in her books, too busy to notice the hell that was bubbling up underneath the service. And when it did, Haruko felt the emotions of terror and pain. She saw atrocious things being committed: Murder, theft and even rape. Haruko felt the vision of a beautiful world disappear before her very eyes, and she decided if you can't beat them join them. Now turning to a life of crime, Haruko did help out others in need, earning her the nickname of Robyn Hood. Now given the fact that she does help, Haruko feels that her safety is above all else. With that being said, there is nothing she won't do to survive.



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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxazure lee. 24. straight.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxStubborn. Cynical. Charitable. Unruly. Audacious.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Azure is a city girl through and through. Born and raised in a shady little apartment in a dark corner of New York City, she had learned how to pick pocket at a young age and was exposed to many things that has shaped her into what she is now. Her parents had been too busy to ever really give her some tender loving care, so she had always been self reliant and constantly turning to the wrong things to satisfy her wants and needs. She's a cold and closed off girl and the virus has only made her more so.



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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxSummer Nixon. 26. heterosexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOptimistic. Outgoing. Idealistic. Moral. Cheerful.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Summer has always been a cheerful and happy young woman, even now, when the world has gone to s**t and there isn't much to smile about. She worked as a paramedic before the fall, and as such, was one of the first people to get sick. Summer was lucky - she was one of only about ten percent of the population that survived the virus. In the weeks following, she was picked up by her brother and brought into the fold at the Division home base. As one of the few remaining people with medical training, she spends her days patching up civilians and agents alike, and acting as the on-call medic. Despite their grim circumstances, Summer is always ready with a smile and a compression bandage for any in need.



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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx John F. Chapel . 29. Heterosexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxStubborn. Blunt. Wise. Empathic. Down-to-Earth.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Bullshit doesn't exist in John Chapel's dictionary, and whatever you're selling him better not smell of the stuff. He has no pretenses nor does he feel the need to have one, his father raised him free of that nonsense. He wasn't a native of New York, being originally from North Carolina. His family moved to the Big Apple when his mother found a better paying job while his father,a war veteran, often stayed home. Yes sir, John was raised as an honest and able guy with a determination unfazed by the apocalypse, and a blunt mouth-piece to go with it. As his friends would say, if he were any blunter he'd probably be a sledgehammer. He might as well be, guys like Chapel face problems head-on without second guess. He was tough but always fair.

                                                          When the attack hit, everyone John knew and loved succumbed to the virus. He spent much of his time preparing a base of operations in Brooklyn, hoarding supplies and reading up on survival guides in urban environments; keeping his mind off the grief. Now he's trying to survive in New York, nothing new except that the streets are quieter and the nights are darker.



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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxZacharias "Stray Dog" McCrea. Twenty-seven. Homosexual.
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSurvivalist. Serious. Stern. Protective. Loner.
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Stray Dog is not the male's birth name, but at this point, names have no meaning. But it was the name he took after he broke away from the Division some time ago. He claims it was some personal differences, but truth is that he wanted to be with his family. Unfortunately, he found them. The virus had killed them, his parents and his little sister Ellie. He didn't think he had ever cried so hard in his life as he had that day. Yet, he eventually collected himself and was forced to carry on. He refuses to go back to the Division, just seeking to work on his own and take out the bastards who had wreaked such havoc on the world.



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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxMichael Langley 24 Pansexual
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                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTactical. Precise. Stealthy. Serious. Fearless
                                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> > > Michael and his brother Gabriel grew up in a small town in Norway. After their parents died in a horrible fishing accident the twin boys were sent to America to live with their only relative, an uncle. After surviving highschool and obtaining their green cards they both signed up to join the Marine corps. A Deployment later, both brothers were recruited into MARSOC, and were then transferred into a Tier 1 Operator group. After being deployed multiple times, they returned to the states in utter disarray. After being told to assist a Army National Guard unit in the heart of New York City, the barricade they were told to maintain was overrun and the men were separated from their group. After being told the government had fail and that all hope was lost, the brothers decided to try and uphold the government, perhaps being the only souls to do so. Now Michael and Gabriel survive with the held of one another and try to assist anyone that they come across anyway they can.



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                                                          I decided I don't want to make a huge profile for this roleplay considering you're able to have up to three characters and can kill them off when you want to. I will open up 2-3 spots for the Sleeper Cell characters through the roleplay when we need them. Send me your reserves to me through pm and title them 'The Division - Agent / Survivor' Depending on which character you decide to make.

                                                          For new members joining the roleplay, a slot will be added for you on the main page, don't worry! :3
                                                          Also, if you're creating a second character, it will be added to the 'extra characters' thread. Just send their profile to me.

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                                                          Today is December 20th, 2007.

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                                                          Mid day; Cloudy with light snow. As the day progresses, a blizzard will wipe through New York City.

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                                                          Like every group and organization, The Division has taken over and created a base camp of operations. This is where they plan, rest, eat and sleep. There's high security all around the perimeter, heavily armed. The base also acts as a rescue for those who are fortunate to survive. The base is located near Grand Central Station. Most Agents travel through the underground subway trains.

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                                                          MAIN HALL
                                                          Is a large open area where survivors and agents along with trainee's lounge and take a break from the apocalypse. They keep controlled fire pits surrounding the circular statue in the middle for warmth. Blankets, chairs, tables and storage boxes are placed for residents to mingle and keep warm. There are a total of 36 survivors and 60 agents (who traveled from all over the U.S)

                                                          RECEPTION DESK
                                                          Is a closed off area where Division agents plan. Most of them eat and sleep in this area. There's maps and stacks of books piled in various locations. Along with being a base of operations, it is also the armory room where they keep their endless supply of ammo, guns and other gadgets that keep them safe.

                                                          DOWNSTAIRS
                                                          Is an area where most of the survivors choose to eat and sleep. In case of an emergency, there is an exit that leads into the sewers and to the subway if they were ever attacked. Just like the main hall, there is controlled fire pits located in different parts of the library.

                                                          HALLWAYS
                                                          Self explanatory. Hallways lead and snake throughout the whole library. Some ways are blocked off due to areas that aren't being used and deemed unsafe.

                                                          STUDY HALL
                                                          Is another hangout where most of the books are at. There are a total of two whole families with young children. They often come in here to read, learn and teach themselves about the old and new world. It's a large open space with aisles and shelves of books. Large strain glass windows hang all around, letting in natural light. It's usually closed during the night. There is, however, small fire lamps available for those who wish to explore the study hall during night. Though it's highly deemed unsafe to go alone.



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                                          There was a storm coming in. It wasn't the sort of day that one would expect company, even ignoring the fact that no one expected company anymore to begin with. Preceding any formal announcement of said company, the halls of a Baxton Street apartment building were filled with a deep and soulful voice, the occasional splintering of wood, and shuffling feet.

                                          "Gotta be cool-- relax -- get hip
                                          And get on my tracks..."

                                          Something clattered and thumped its way down the stairs and slammed into the wall on the other side of the third floor landing.

                                          "Until I'm ready (ready Freddie)
                                          Crazy little thing called love~"

                                          There was a sharp rapping on the door to number 486, and the muffled growling of a dog outside. The singing stopped abruptly, and so did the growling after a muttered word. In the fish-eyed view of the peephole, a man stood with the bill of a UPS hat shading his face. The rest of the uniform was there, only marred by the addition of a heavy black jacket with a fur-trimmed collar, a bag hung over one shoulder, and a thick tool-belt at his waist jangling with all variety of things; only a thermos and crowbar were readily visible. The man had one hand lifted, prepared to knock again.

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A noise from far below roused Devon from his light sleep. The chilled air in his small bachelor's suite made his joints feel like they were seized up. Laying about with his eyes half closed was starting to become his only pastime. The internet and electricity had been out so playing around in his imagination was all he had left. It had been two days since the last crumb from his previous outing had been eaten, but the hunger wasn't enough to coerce him to go outside just yet.

Malnourished, Devin rolled from his futon and used the news clipping covered wall for support. He had always been skinny but now he felt more like a walking corpse. His whole body ached. The singing and clattering was getting louder. It made his entire body tense up nervously. There was no way of knowing if the person making that racket was 'in on it' or not. Cranking his flashlight up he stared at the door not daring to make a sound. If he was lucky they would not know he was in here. A sharp series of knocks on the old wood door nearly made him jump. Making his way around the edge of the room still using the wall to stay up he paused to pick up a knife from the kitchenette and pull on the gas mask he had ordered a few years ago. After being attacked in the shop further down Baxton street the right lens was missing.

Devon peered through the peep hole his eyes narrowing at the stranger. The pain in his stomach broke past his normal inhibitions and forced him to act. Pressing himself against the wall near the door he kept the chain lock in place and opened the door. "I'm guessing you aren't here to deliver that book I ordered four months back. Or the baking goods either.... What do you want? I've got nothing to steal or loot here. " He stared at the stranger through the crack in the door prepared to slam it shut if the older male made any indication that he wished to harm him.

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                                          When the handle finally turned, the dog began growling again, and by the time the door opened he was barking so much it would have been hard to hear much of anything Devon had said.

                                          "HEY! Balto, chill! Ssst! Mani Padme, brother."

                                          The dog quieted at the informal command and lowered himself to the floor with a grumpy sounding whine, his head set on his feet. The man turned back to Devon and flashed him a grin; his teeth were rather large, and a fair sight cleaner looking than the rest of him. There was dirt cached deep into the many creases of his face, and blood dried on his UPS getup.

                                          "Bless 'is heart, he just gets so danged excited when we find someone else who's alive. Either that or rats, he's had me chasing at least three just this mornin', but uh-"

                                          The man cleared his throat and lifted his hands in a gesture of good will.

                                          "To answer ya properly, no, I ain't here to steal from ya-- I mean I would be, but you're still alive, if uh..." he tilted his head and squinted through the crack in the doorway. "If only just. A lotta folks holed themselves up and didn't make it, right?-- so I feel like it never hurts to check. Probably good you opened your door or I'da busted it, but hey... it's gonna get awful cold today, you got anything in there to keep warm? I mean other than a pillow-fort, 'cause that probly ain't gonna do the trick."

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                              A loud sigh escaped the mouth of the woman who was dressed in a red, leather dress, draped around her was a fake mink fur coat. She had stayed up the night prior, hoping to catch a drunk, rich man in her trap she had set up. The drunken idiot passed out a mere couple of yards away from the entrance of the hotel, just as she was about to spring, she noticed two kids run up from some stairs and sift through his jacket pocket like there was no tomorrow. They saw her, and froze but she let them continue with a nod. Haruko let a couple of scrounging kids get the loot from the man, but she was fine with it. Still, that was last night, and this night she had a fleeting sensation of something big coming her way. She could feel it in her knees, and sometimes her thighs but that could also mean she was craving chocolate gelato.

                              The chocolate gelato craving woman was called Haruko Naota. Her parents named her so in that they wanted to keep deep traditional ties to the house. Which deeply confused Haruko when she actually thought about it one time during 7th grade Social Studies. She went home that day and questioned why she was called Haruko while her older brother was named Derrick. Still, eventually the name grew on her and she aged to actually embrace it. Snapping out of her mid-day reminiscence, she looked around and sighed finding no one to take the bait.

                              Haruko walked directly to her little apartments on South Avenue, it was a walk of around 5 minutes if she cut through the alleyways. Her balisong sat snug in her right arm, while her left arm held her lit cigarette. She heard commotion behind her, and was mid turn when a arm swung at her. It knocked her on her a**, but she managed to get a hold of the assailants leg before swinging up her arm carrying her knife in it. One leg up, and with a knife to his throat the man held his arms up. "P-p-please don't kill me!" he whimpered, pleading for his life. Haruko couldn't help but laugh, it was just like a crook to pick a fight then wussy out."If I ever see you around here again, I'll have your throat on my coffee table."she said, snaring her upper lift. With a shove and a kick in the a**, Haruko got rid of her assailant.

                              Haruko finally got to her friend's apartment. There she walked past the bellboy who looked high as a motherfuc- wait. A bellboy in this day and age confused Haruko immensly. She wondered if they payed him with food and a place to sleep, if so the boy had it made. Reaching a door to the floor she was on, she was getting ready to climb more stairs when she saw a man hunkering over a door. She purposefully walked out of her way and to the other side. The man outside looked vaguely familiar, and for a second she hailed him as the man who stole a kid's bike. "Yo Gramps, you ever steal a kid's bike offa North Avenue? Really nice bright red." she question him. Quite honestly, Haruko wanted to cause drama. Why? Well agitated men were so easy to seduce, and in turn making it that much more easier to steal from them.


                              OOC: I hope that it's ok she intruded. If not just let me know so I can edit.

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    Hadley slid her thumb under the top of the flip phone and pushed it open, contemplating the snowfall on the massive skylight overhead. She spent a lot of time looking at the thing, and this morning her gazing was accompanied by the steady click of the phone opening, and the answering clack every time it fell shut. The phone was off. She'd removed the battery for fear that it would begin leaking at some point and destroy her father's voice. The last message he'd left had been long and heartfelt, a bit less controversial than the call that came before it.

    "We're-- yes, we're going. We're on our way. How do you know about all this? Well you'd better come soon yourself, before the roads get backed up."

    "I can't."

    That wasn't what he wanted to hear. He didn't want to hear about the work she'd been doing, or how she knew what was coming. He wanted her to tell him that she was going to her Grandfather's place and that she'd be safe with them. If they were even safe. It was off in the weeds, probably the best thing it had going for it, but a handful of chickens and a novelty vegetable garden didn't constitute a farm, and her family was large. They'd run out of whatever they'd stockpiled, even if by some miracle they stayed tucked away long enough to keep their health. Sometimes she wished that they were dead and that she knew they were dead so that she could grieve and be done with it. Sometimes she hated herself and was stricken with unfathomable nausea, and resolved to push the thought from her mind. But it always came creeping back.

    Hadley took a deep breath and let her head drop against the railing of the stairs she was perched on-- she'd been waiting in the main hall for what felt like ages, but she was probably just antsy. She slid her phone into the backpack between her feet and checked her watch. It was almost nine. She'd give whoever was coming ten more minutes, but if they wanted to get anyone out of the cold, their window was shrinking.
    』
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