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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 2:04 pm
The city district is the main home of everyone. Even those who live on the opposite side of the dome eventually return here, even if it's just for alcohol, or parties that range from decent to more unmentionable. It's mostly a scholarly place and almost everyone there is either a teacher, scientist, or they work for some company you might have seen in Las Vegas back when it still existed. Huge labs stand among the skyscrapers for technical, biological, and environmental research, and the people working at them that have taken the serum have a surprising tendency to develop a psychic ability which assists their work drastically, such as pyrokinesis, telepathy, or one of many different versions of ESP. There is also an underground group of renegades and thugs that run a mafia in the waterways and subways now that the systems aren't moving. They basically have anything from the sidewalk and below under their control, leaving the place very lawless even for the mass of people that still live there. 
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:02 pm
ATTENTION HIGH PAYING JOB!!
to anyone who may be interested in the finatial gain or the bettering of their lives please take heed of this flier!!
we are looking for the best fighters possible who are willing to traverse Regios in odd jobs for the sake of money and a high style living
if we have peeked an intrest please take a tab from the bottom and report to the reopened warehouse on the 4th street and bakers drive
(notecards at the bottom reads "fighter of top class" with a reflector laminated to signify that its not a forgery)
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apocalypse ryder Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:17 pm
"Tom" 
Tom looked at the little slip of paper that sat on his dresser. he was sitting in his apartment, near the top floor with large glass windows for one of the walls with cream-colored carpeting and curtains. he had gotten his pants on and was just putting on the braces over them when a small timer went off on his desk. he walked over to it and turned it off. he had turned it on so that he knew when to stop boiling the chemical in a vat next to his desk. he walked back and put on the rest of his suit, minus the helmet, and poured the chemical into one of two large tanks mounted to a backpack. he put on the pack and hooked up the nozzle and pump and connected them to the bottom of the pack for storage. he opened his dresser, and in place of clothes was a wide range of explosives. he picked out a couple and closed the drawer, he opened the top drawer which instead of things like socks was full of neatly stacked gold bars. he picked up four of them and slid them into his pocket. he attached the explosives to his vest and put on his helmet. when it sealed shut fresh, cool air circulated through his suit. finishing his preparations he walked out the front door of his apartment and took the elevator down.
he exited the lobby and turned west, towards the warehouse with the address, he didn't need to ask directions, he had burned down quite a few buildings in the area and knew it well. it took him a few minutes to reach the front door, where he slowly knocked with heavy bangs. and waited
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:55 pm
as the nocking on the door slowly stops echoing there is a light clanking of what sounds like a safe door and opens up to a single glowing speck of the refraction of an eye
"evening... are you here for the job or to investigate the request? im sorry to be causious but quite often people get killed for their money or cause of paying someone"
said with a slight fear having seen some sketches of this mercinary all the way over in the desert district
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apocalypse ryder Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:59 pm
"Tom"
"no" he said, his voice completely deadpan. "i'm the pizza delivery guy. of course i'm here for the job"
he said, his voice never leaving the flat tone that it carried through the filters of his mask
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 5:09 pm
 "well then come in, hope you dont mind the dark corador, helps keep those who would try to sneak in at bay, and is it ok that i close the door? i wouldnt want someone to wonder in while we are in the middle of buesness, then i will cut the lights on"opening the door and showing the lights against the wall Erebus pulls his furnace goggles on and offers enough room to know where im at at all times
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apocalypse ryder Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 5:17 pm
"Tom"
Tom followed without a word, his footsteps heavy in the corridor head. he pulled out a simple cigarette lighter and lit it to make sure he didn't run into any walls. he needed to make a professional impression after all, he had a reputation to uphold.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 5:34 pm
walking over tilting my head from the flare i switched the lights on and 3 lightbulbs in sucsession light up from the front door to an inside door with a latch near the top so one wouldnt find it walking the wall
"inside you will find there arent actually many who would take the risk of even being here, we have two cooks my brother sent, an old tactition that knew the workings of the A.S. systems and control tower and a guy who's just here to keep the lights on, the food is eatable, you will probably see the electrition eating just so you know we arent poisoning anyone, i will be right back if there isnt anyone imediantly"
allowing him to enter the room and once the door was shut i cut the lights on the inside and take off the goggles yet again
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apocalypse ryder Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 5:45 pm
"Tom"
Tom walked into the room, he found the most scare-looking person in the room and walked over to him. he pulled out a practice grenade and handed it to him (not mentioning it was a dummy grenade) he pulled the pin and walked away chucking to himself as the guy pissed himself.
he walked over to the eating man and took his drink. the man didn't complain that he took the drink, truth be told he was watching the man holding the handle of the grenade down, who was now sweating. he took a drink and shouted "BOOM!" the man dropped the dummy and cowered in fear. after nothing happened for a few seconds he looked down at it, and gingerly picked it up written in small yellow letters on the side were the words "dummy training grenade" and instructions on how a real grenade works, he fainted and Tom laughed. he was the only one laughing. the room was looking at him. he stared back, through tinted goggles on his mask. then went back to drinking the man's juice
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 5:57 pm
 It would do no good to stare at the flyer. Clara pulled one of the tabs, noting that there were not many left and then scurried to an ally so that she could better look at it. Lucky for her, the place she had been staying original owners had returned and Clara barely made it out without them noticing her. Though she was sure she could have convinced them that she was lost and wondered into the wrong room. She was rather petite on the shorter end of five feet tall.
Not being much of a fighter, Clara wondered if she could weasle her way in. She liked the sound of high style living. Plus, who did not need a mechanic? Then again, that all supposed on their method for travel. With a shrug and a sigh, she lifted her bag with the flash card in hand and headed off to the warehouse at 4th and Bakers Drive. After all, who could argue with a girl that had a giant wrench to use as a weapon?
The walk was relatively short and when she approached the door, Clara looked up at the building. It seemed larger than she expected and there currently was no one around. There was only one thing to do; she knocked.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 7:09 pm
once again opening the door erebus looks around then finally realizing he stands taller than most and looks down at the small little frame
"hello... are you actually here for the job? we can use workers and such but we are potentially entering life threatening situations"
he asks with a slight consern for the safty of one so small
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 7:17 pm
Being smaller was not something Clara was unused to. She had pretty well expected to be the smallest (and cutest) so it was no surprise when she found the large lizard-like man staring down at her. She simply peered up at him with large brown eyes. He seemed hesitant. "You betcha! I even brought my bag of tools." She rustled her bag that was slung slightly over one shoulder
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 7:27 pm
"alright... come on in and mine the guy with the flamethrower, i think he may have caused someone to have a panic attack"
opening the door and following the same process he asks for a few more minutes and enough time to be sure if anyone else comes
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 7:37 pm
It was hard not to give a blink at that comment but Clara walked right passed the man and into the walking way. "I'll keep that in mind." With so much concern for her size, she wondered if they should not be more concerned for the mental state of others.
Of course Clara did not care that he needed more time for the rest to arrive. She would be slightly surprised if the did not wait at least another hour because she did not remember there being a specified time for the meeting place. Perhaps it was an unspoken rule.
She made her way back now. Even carrying the bag of tools, her steps were light and there was almost a skip to the way she walked. This was more than likely to be quite different from the others. Once out of the corridor and into the room, all Clara could do was look around. Hm. This was an interesting group of people. She would stay to the perimeter for the time being.
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apocalypse ryder Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 7:45 pm
"Tom"
Tom looked around at the tiny girl, he wondered just what the hell she'd be doing out there, he was there for his skills and deadly...-ness...was deadly-ness even a ******** it, it is now. and his deadly-ness. he shifted his weight in his chair causing the contents of his tanks to slosh around. he then took out a black zippo lighter and played with it while he waited for the party to get started
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