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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:44 pm
Cam stood there, turning away from Jon while he worked. He went up to the cache, filling his pockets with shotgun shells before he saw a small hip-pouch to put them in. Rolling his eyes with a snort of laughter, he attached the pouch, filling it with the shells. He turned to face the others.
"Wait, is Monet come with with us?" he asked, looking at her with a concerned look. He liked her, and didn't want her to be hurt in the possible firefight.
[Kinda funny how off the rails we've gone XD It's a cool plot twist, just really off the rails.]
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:09 pm
[Its what I do! And it keeps the boring bits of RPing at bay]
"That's up to her to decide," Roman looked, "we'll decide who's going when we drop off Renee." Looking at Cameron, he obviously concerned, but worrying would only hinder the group. Listening to his surroundings, the battle was getting much more intense. The explosions were getting closer, and helicopters littered the night sky. "We should get going."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:16 pm
"Right." Cameron said, getting ready to start his run. He stopped, looking at the shotgun in his hand, before searching the weapons cache for a cloth scabbard that he tied around his chest, sliding the gun into it.
"Wait." he said, taking it out again. "I'm probably going to forget this when I get there, so I'm going to make sure I get it now. Ahem." he said, waving his shotgun around while exercising trigger discipline.
"You see this? This...IS MY BOOMSTICK!" he said loudly, thrusting the gun in the air. With a stupid grin on his face, he put it back in the scabbard.
"Alright, let's go."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:18 am
Standing, Jon looked down at the burn on his arm, the wound still seeping slightly. Tearing a strip off of the bottom of his white vest, he tied it like a bandage around the wound to stop anything else getting into it. He looked over at Roman, who seemed to be preparing himself for the events to come, then over to Rat, his euphoria at having a shotgun bringing a smile to Jons face. Turning, Jon saw Renee and Brigitte holding each other on the floor. Jon could see the fear in Renee's eyes, the determination in Brigittes. Watching them for a second, he felt like he had caught a glimpse into thier past, how they became to be who they were. Walking over to the girls, Jon held out a hand to them, offering his assistance to help them from thier seated positions.
As he did so, he looked up at the sky, the day was just beginning and already the sy was darkening again with the smoke of the fighting in the streets below
<(( Thanks for pointing that out dude XD you seem to have cured my writers block aswell thanks! ))>
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:26 am
[Internal dialogue time. Cause were waiting for Monet to post, and I didn't structure the post in a way we could do anything else, :/]
The night sky was dyed a reddish orange, the fighting illuminating the sky, buildings on fire, it was like the city was alive but dying at the same time. Looking over to the news broadcast again, he remember the November riots, how it was so similar, but this time there was much more fighting, and less civilians. Roman had always felt guilty about the incident, many people died in the riots. Hundreds of thousands in a single week, so he could kill a single politician. Granted, that politician was single-handedly destroying to will of the people, stripping them from whatever human rights they still had. Examining the surroundings, Roman glimpsed further into his guilty conscious, the nagging feeling that kept him going, telling him that he needed to atone for his sin, "did I make the right choice, Master?" He whispered under his breath, "I don't want to make the same mistake, again."
[Lol, it happens. You do realize cauterize means to burn the wound shut razz ]
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 11:18 am
 x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
"Guess not," she said, seeing the bottle of water being handed to her. She took it gratefully and twisted the cap off, handing it to her sister, who drank a bit of it. She too, drank from the bottle herself before recapping it and sitting quietly once more, listening as Roman spoke of dropping Renee off first. Hearing her name muttered once more, she turned her eyes up and nodded. Taking hold of Jon's hand, she pulled herself up before pulling her sister up and looking into the girl's eyes. "I need you to run for me, okay? Just a little bit more 'til we get home, can you do that for me?" she asked in a serious, but loving tone, seeing her sister nod. She offered a gentle smile and turned to the three guys they were running with. First stop, her home. Then, she had to finish her job with Jon. She wouldn't be following with Cameron and Roman to the Parliament building... There was so much more to do... Like, take care of her sister, for instance...
Stretching momentarily, she nodded tot he guys. "Let's go," she said before taking off on a relatively quick-paced run, though slow enough for both her sister and Jon to keep up without overexerting themselves. Their home was not far from here... A bit off-course, but she could sacrifice that time for the safety of the ones she loved.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 12:30 pm
Roman followed closely behind, staying on the right side to defend the group, since he was carrying the heavier weapon. He was glad they didn't go at a full sprint, he didn't have enough strength left in him to run with a full loadout of weapons, which left him with visible sweat and he was breathing heavily. "How far is this place?" Roman asked, moving closer to the group.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 12:34 pm
"Christ, Roman, you're going to get yourself killed." Cam pointed out as he followed them. He adjusted the scabbard so that he could access the shotgun easier while he spoke.
"Here, toss me one of your guns before you collapse from exhaustion. You can't get revenge when you're out cold." he said, holding out his hands to take one of the weapons off him.
"And don't hand me a pistol either, like the smart a** you are." he added with a wry grin.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 1:21 pm
Revenge? Was he gunning for revenge? No, it merely for a sense of justice, proof that he made the correct choices. "I'll be fine," Roman continued running, "it'll get lighter as we go on anyway, I predict a forecast of bullets in the near future." Roman didn't accept help readily, not unless it was absolutely necessary, his own death wasn't a valid reason. For Roman, a valid reason would be if it would complete his mission, falling unconscious would only be a minor set back.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 3:08 pm
Anthony cursed lightly. Cover blown, CPF and Rangers fighting in the street, Weasel wounded. That was his situation. Anthony took the gun and a few clips from the wounded Ranger, "You saved my a**, man. Good job." he patted Weasel on the shoulder as he applied basic first aid to the man. Getting the wounds shut, Anthony called for someone to get Sam and raced after the traceurs that were heading to the Parliment building. Anthony stuck the gun in the waist on the back of his pants for easy access a** he ran. He carried his metal bar in his hand and tried to catch up with the runners.
The CPF officer and Ranger captain cursed himself. The thought of money had torn him away from the only family he had ever known. Traceurs, rebels, treason, and carrying contraband. That was Anthony was from. That was were Anthony belonged. Cameron, Roman, Monet, Jon, Valentine. In both professions he had taken up, they were his targets. But, if he had just forgotten about money, like he had up until becoming a traceur, they might have been his friends.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:01 pm
Jon jogged along the roof, looking at the exchange between Cam and Roman. Looking back at Renee and Brigitte, he caught a glimpse of something moving quickly behind the group and he stopped, shouting to the rest of the group, "Guys! Look!" Pointing in the direction, Jon was looking at the white haired 'tracuer' who had tried to ambush them in the safe house with his friend, whom Jon had shot.
Puling hius side arm from its holster, Jon winced as he used his right arm, hisusual firing arm, to aim at the guy and noticed that the make shift bandage was just about soaked through with whatever was leaking from his arm. Changing arms, he took aim at the 'traceur' and judged whereabouts the guy would go next. Looking down the iron sights on the top of his Glock, Jon fired just ahead of where the guy would be, the path the guy would take already predicted in Jons head. Having fired with his weak arm Jon felt the recoil throw his arm far out and he hoped that the bullet had cleared the end of the barrel before his movement could affect the direction it was travelling in
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 7:10 pm
Asuka stopped his car a few blocks from the Parliament, walking the rest of the way on foot. He didn't want to make a giant entrance.
Upon reaching the turn to the Parliament building, Asuka stopped at the corner and peered around, gun at the ready. The area around the Parliament was surprisingly empty. A few CPF cars were outside, a dozen or so offficers walking about, eyes intent on the Parliament building.
Moving himself to the one that seemed of highest rank, Asuka flashed out his badge.
"This is Officer Asuka," he saluted, exchanging formalities with the Captain. He introduced himself as Captain Trudeau, a french man in his fourties, sporting a fanciful mustache. After sharing greetings, Asuka asked "Captain, what happened here?"
"Well," Trudeau started hesitantly. "The Rangers, led by Hessler forced their way into the Parliament building, performing a coup. Many of the officials and staff in the building were taken hostage. The people you see here," he motioned to the various officers about, "Are the only ones left. The others were either in the building when the invasion occurred, KIA, suppressing riots happening, or otherwise unaccounted for," Trudeau explained sadly. One could tell by seeing the grief and sorrow within his eyes, though he tried to keep a strong ace in front of his troops.
"So what happens now?" Asuka questioned.
"We wait."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 2:19 am
x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
"It's not far," she said, her serious voice traveling on the wind as she moved flawlessly and gracefully atop the roofs of buildings, her sister, traveling equally gracefully, at her side. The two almost seemed in-sync with one another, a habit that had come about after taking so many partnered jobs with one another. "It's jsut up ahead... A few buildings away... Near Pearlman's Law office building..." she reassured. Their home was perfectly positioned in the middle of everything... In a way, it was the center of the intricate web of the rebellious movement. It was a good couple miles away from their drop-off site, and a good four miles from the parliament building.
Suddenly hearing Jon's voice calling for attention to something, she turned to see "Quicksilver" following after them. She narrowed her eyes at him. He was CPF scum dressed as a traceur... She was gonna entrust her sister's life with him and his partner, also CPF scum bag. If he ever came near her or her sister again, it would probably spell out some trouble for the man. Callign back to him, she spoke fiercely and with anger and a strange sort of viciousness, not expected from someone as she. "We're not bothering you so don't bother us, or I swear on my mother's grave you will truly regret ever trying to trick us," she warned, feeling the heat beneath her collar rising, her anger bubbling up. Who did he think he was, after all? Why the hell would he follow when he knew he could be overtaken in mere moments? There was one of him... And five of them. If this man had a death wish, she wouldn't have a problem answering his wishes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 9:07 am
Looking back, Roman remembered the face of the man following behind him, he was the CPF officer that had corner him before, "what happened to being a cop?" Roman yelled, "what? Did your greed get the best of you?" Roman pointed his assault rifle at Quicksilver and fired a burst of rounds, hoping to hit him. Continuing ro run, Roman saw their destination ahead of them, "hurry, we're almost there."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 12:13 pm
[Writer's block. ********.]
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