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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 1:39 pm
Umi took a deep breath and turned away from the comm station, Vulcan looked him in the eye, affirming that he had gotten some important information. Grabbing his jacket, he exited his apartment without saying a word. Vulcan leaned back against the sofa, which lay adjacent to the comm station, his head was still spinning from his induced coma, but he tried to hide the fact from Umi. He had to stay strong, the news of Roman's death had hindered his overall plans, he still had much to do but he needed to rebuild it piece by piece and prevent Umi from catching on.
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Sophia hid the microphone under her collar, she thought she might need it later. Her conversation had opened her eyes, there were a lot more set pieces than she expected. She couldn't trust anyone, the man 'Umi' had insinuated that he knew much more information, he just wasn't willing to give it all away. Sophia exited the building, scanning the surroundings as a precaution, it was roughly five or six in the morning and the smoke from the chaotic night was slowly dissipating. Walking down the large steps of the Parliament building, she waved over to Danika, "Ms. Hessler, we have more updates I need to talk to you privately about..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 4:12 pm
Carmela nodded before yawning slightly. "See you tomorrow Asuka." She called after him, slumping down on the stairs. "Ah, Danika, you have a visitor." She said, indicating Ms Bard..
Danika too, had said farewell to Asuka a few moments before turning to see Ms. Bard once again. 'More info? Already?' "Alright, I'm all ears. Back to the van?" She asked, curiously. It was obviously something that was unexpected by both her, and Ms. Bard. The sun was due to rise soon, and then, who knew what destruction the sun would reveal. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:27 pm
{{ So, I sent my profile to the original creator and was accepted. If I need to send my profile to the new person in charge I will. But if not I do want to get started (: I was thinking that I’d have my person run into y’all in join in yawls group. Since she’s been running by herself unable to really find anyone to hang with. Any ideas of where we can run into one another. }}
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:37 pm
(( Traceur. Wow, i just looked at the chracters that have been posting and most of them are cops. I was like "are you serious?" Lol. ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:40 pm
ElaineeNicolee (( Traceur. Wow, i just looked at the chracters that have been posting and most of them are cops. I was like "are you serious?" Lol. )) (Elaine, ive been thinking of making another character, except it would be a Traceur this time...)
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:41 pm
(( If you did that Shauna, i'd kiss you. Well, if you could kiss a person over the interweb. ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:42 pm
[yeah, I'm controlling the only two traceurs still active and one CPF which is unconscious. You can meet up with my character if you want but he's on street level and incognito. ]
Sophia quickly pulled Danika into the van, she didn't want anyone to notice. "I just pulled a microfilm transmitter from the dead traceur in the building," Sophia whispered, "there was a man on the other end of the line, I assumed it was another traceur, but I'm not too sure about it. He called himself: 'Umi Kei' but I have no information listed about him, no past felonies, no address, not even a phone number. He's what we'd describe as a ghost, completely incognito, which is impossible. " Sophia took a glance outside of the van to make sure no one was listening in, "I mentioned something about the wall and he ended the conversation there, so that means he knows something. We need to find that out." Sophia grabbed the dossier containing the orders she previously assigned, "your third task is to find this man. I'll write you a warrant for questioning, but be careful, he's a classified as a civilian, so we cannot use excessive force, otherwise we'd gain unwanted attention from the media." Noticing that Danika was nearly drained from this entire event, Sophia decided to end this conversation, "now get some rest, you have a lot to do and a ghost to catch. I know I'm asking the impossible, but I think you can do this."
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 7:28 pm
Blakely walked around the city. She’d only been there for about 5 hours and there already had been a riot. But there was one thing she knew, she needed someplace to stay. ‘This town must be pretty messed up.’ Blakely thought. Seems like if any town would be overthrowing the government any time soon, it would be this one. ‘I like this town’ she thought as she turned into a bar. “I’d like some vodka.” Blakely ordered while throwing money on the table. She didn’t want anything special. She just needed to de-stress herself. She just finished her third assignment ever and honestly, she was worn out. She spent all night leaving the other city and arriving in this one.
‘Rest room, where’s a rest room?’ She mentally inquired and then found one, taking her drink with her. She walked into the grimy room and looked around, it was sick. For a women’s restroom, it wasn’t well token care of. Blakely looked in the mirror to observe her trashed appearance. Her black hair was pulled up, she’d been on the move for the past few days. She was wearing blue jeans that were slightly ripped up and her high black boots with a black v-neck. She had dirt covering her body and slightly on her face from the lack of an actual shower. She’d been on the move for the past three days and her only cleaning took place in places like these, which she would do now. Blackly washed her face and changed into a new pair of black jeans and a white v-neck. She threw on some deodorant and sprayed herself with some vanilla body spray. She then gulped down her drink and walked out.
She walked out and continued walking the streets. Supposedly there was a former runner that lived here. She needed to see this kid and stay at his place. It was the only way she could be safe tonight, and she desperately needed a bath. ‘Where could he be?’ Blakely stressed as she walked around town. She noticed a guy walking past her and looked at him. She instinctively touched the strap of her book bag, as if she needed to protect her few belongings. ‘I need to get a new home.’ Blakely noted and looked away from the guy. He looked to groomed to be a runner, even a former one. But she needed a place to stay. Why didn’t anyone give her a description or an address? It wasn’t like there would be an ‘I’m a former runner’ sign somewhere around here. But that would be nice.
(( She walked past Umi. Oh, I read the past few pages of post. I’ll read the whole rp when I get time. ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 7:41 pm
[You're lucky my guys a womanizer lol, otherwise I couldn't think of a way to get in contact with her.] Umi walked down the street, brushing his long hair off his face and lining it behind his ear. Passing through a crowd, he noticed a woman in distress, her body language told it all, she didn't seem like she fit in the crowd -- Umi had a gift for understanding people. "Hey there beautiful, you look like you need somethin'," Umi boldly spoke, pulling off his designer sunglasses to look her in the eyes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 7:58 pm
 Blakely looked at the guy. She was kind of suprised that he said anything to her. She looked over him quickly, deciding if she should even talk to him. Sure he was cute, but she didn’t trust him. He seemed like a one night stand kind of guy, and Blakely did not want sex at the moment. “Unless your name is Umi, you can’t help me.” Blakely said sternly and was preparing to walk away. ‘I hope I heard that lady right when she said his name. Otherwise, I’m doomed.’ She thought as she looked at the guy. Instead of walking away like she should she slipped her hands in her pockets and looked at the fella. He was probably 5 inches taller than her and would be towering over her if he was standing next to her. He had extremely nice clothes and was wearing sunglasses even though it was getting close to darkness. Yea, didn’t look very trustable. Her Traceur (she never said nor thought his name) was kind looking. He was as kind and as vulnerable as he looked. If you knew him, it’d be impossible to imagine him a Traceur. Despite the fact that he was as passionate as she was about the stupid government.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 10:31 pm
Umi took a step forward and vaulted off a nearby trash can, landing back to where he was originally standing before. "So, you know my name," Umi replied, "that means you must be a runner." He put his sunglasses back on his face, and tidied up his hair, "I'm Umi Kei, and usually if you hear that, it means you need help." He looked around, examining the crowd to see if anyone noticed his stunt, but this area in this city usually ignored trouble. Calling in the CPF generally caused more trouble than needed; the area was one of the few districts in town that did not get affected by yesterday night's riot. So the people here barely knew about what really happened earlier. "I'm surprised though, I don't usually get cute girls as clients."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:31 am
 Blakely watched his stunt. ‘Yay, I got the right guy.’ She thought. But client? What did this kid do? Blakely was a tad annoyed that no one told her more about this kid. She should have asked questions. All she knew was he stopped running and moved somewhere in this city. Supposedly he was good and was trained by someone even better. But that was all she knew about the kid. ‘Next time you’re looking for a place to stay, find more info about it.’ Blakely nagged at herself. Blakely was interested in this kid though. Why would runners need to be clients? How did all this stuff take place? Her Traceur obviously didn’t tell her everything. She only delivered packages and she didn’t know everything she needed to know about running. It’s a miracle she hadn’t been grabbed away to her dad yet. “Look, all I know is you’re a former Traceur and I was told you might let me stay at your place. That’s all I need, a couch or something to sleep on.” Blakely said keeping her voice low. The one thing she did know was she couldn’t be overheard or seen saying or doing Traceur stuff. The CPF were a definite pain and she didn’t want to know about them.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:30 pm
"That's all?" Umi shrugged, "I was expecting something much more interesting." He walked closer to her, "nonetheless, it can be arranged. For a price that is, what can you offer me?" She seemed like she was a greenhorn, new to running, but if she'd been recommended by someone, then she knew someone in the loop. "Surely the one who recommended you told you, I don't do things for free, and I will not take money as a suitable trade." He thought for a second, he didn't want to be harsh to the woman, she obviously did not know what he did, "I'll let you think about it, for now, follow me, my place is actually quite close."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 1:19 pm
 Blakely tilted her head as he informed her as his proposition. ‘Wont take money as a suitable trade?’ Blakely thought over what he said. No, that person told her nothing! Seriously, what was she getting herself into!? ‘Maybe sleeping behind a trashcan would be a smarter idea.’ Blakely thought. But the bad thing about this neighborhood was, there had just been a riot. Sleeping on the streets wouldn’t be a very good idea at all. ‘Yeaa, this guy is a creep.’ She noted as she trailed behind him. “What would be a suitable trade?” Blakely asked. She could do a job for him. She had cash, which he obviously didn’t want. Other than that, she really didn’t have much. Blakely cursed her lack of knowledge. ‘If my dad just waited a few more months I’d have been fully prepared and My Traceur and I would have left together!’ She knew one thing, she wasn’t going to get screwed or screwed over by this guy. Why was everything so complicated? 'Next time I’m going to do a background check on the people I want to stay with.’ Blakely thought while kicking dirt as she walked.
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