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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 4:15 pm
"Take 'em. The guns'll be nice." Cam whispered, climbing silently over the edge of the building. He crept toward the maintenance door, sticking behind the officers. They never heard him as he stood behind them, drawing his pistol and silently taking off the safety. He pointed it at the back of the one's head, looking over at Roman, locking eyes with him. He mouthed the words "Get ready to take the other one" to him, looking back at his target.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 5:44 pm
 x . R e n e e . P i e r c e . x
o . V a l e n t i n e . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . s a p p h i r e . e y e s +
"'Scuse me, comin' through!" she shouted out as she landed on the building, rolling over her shoulder and continuing the run. She had been dispatched by some people, no naming names, who claimed there was a problem with a couple messengers in tight places. And she could understand... After all, the CPF were beginning to get edgy and were swarming around more often than not these days... And she also hadn't realized one of the traceurs were Cameron. Of course, she couldn't just drop in and leave so suddenly. She was, after all, a bit of a distraction, as was put by her superiors, and so she turned at the edge of the building and smiled at the men. "You lookin' for this?" she asked the CPF officers curiously as she pulled out a message from her bag. Of course, it was a fake message, something just for appearance. "If you can keep up, maybe I'll be a good girl and hand it over," she mused as she waved the documents around. Three, two, one... she counted in her head, a small smirk appearing on her face as she slipped the butterfly knife back into her pocket...
"You brat!" one of them screamed as both officers pants fell to the ground. Yes, she had cut them loose. She burst out in laughter. "Not mad, are you?" she teased as her eyes flickered to Cameron and the other traceur. Her eyes clearly showed that she was on the job to help them... And hopefully, the officers had not seen them yet, and they would be able to make a clean escape... After all, that's what she had committed her life to... A rebellious cause that she believed would someday get them somewhere...  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 +
A deeper woman's voice travelled along the rooftops as a flash of color entered the scene after the first, landing upon another part of the rooftop. "Really, Valentine... Must you toy with the idiots who work for the government? You know they're not good enough to waste time on," she said as she harshly eyed the officers who were now attempting to pull their pants up and draw their guns, which she had previously crept up to take. Upon noticing this fact, the officers began drawing their batons, and she pulled out the two guns, pointing at them. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said as she cocked both guns back, ready to fire on the two of them. Unlike the rest of the traceurs, she didn't believe in sparing the lives of the people who hunted them... It was either hunt or be hunted, and there was too much at stake to merely allow her life to be taken... After all, who would take care of Renee if she were gone...
She shot a look at her sister before turning back to the officers. "Why don't you run off and warn your superiors?" she said with a cold tone of voice as she fired two warning shots at the officers. She already knew more would soon show up if they didn't get out of the area fast, and that would be more to deal with, and the temptation of killing off a few of those good-for-nothings sat in the back of her mind. Yes, she was a bit harsh, a bit cold... But she had good reason, did she not? After all, taking the life of a mother was what made her angry inside... A rage she got out whenever she worked...
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 7:08 pm
[Q: Are Renee and Brigitte near Roman and Cam?]
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 7:29 pm
[Well, does it really matter? We're about to smack down some po-pos. It probably would be a good time to flesh out the city in some sort of description.]
Roman climbed on top of the entryway of the building, dropping down quietly behind the other guard, which now stood about fifteen feet away from the CPF officer that seemed to be in charge. Roman grabbed the man's throat and pulled the gun away from the CPF officer, peeling it from his hand. The man gasped for air, while Roman pressed down hard on his jugular vein and passed out in an instant. "That was easier than I thought" whispered Roman, "I guess those ninjutsu exercises my master made me do weren't just a waste of time." Roman looked over to Rat and waited for him to take the other out before he could hide the body.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:09 pm
[[ 'ooc Yes, actually ^^ They are lol. I was hoping it would be obvious, but I guess not >< ]]
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:09 pm
Rat simply smashed the pistol into the man's neck, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. He grabbed the man's collar and dragged him back to the maintenance door, opening it and finding a large garbage container, the type with wheels that was meant to be brought around to pick up bags. He tossed the cop inside, getting ready to move some bags over him.
"That should do nicely, now let's go, eh?" he said, getting ready to head out.
[Not much to flesh out, really, but I'll see what I can do soon.]
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:43 pm
Roman dumped the body into a nearby air vent, the officer was going to be in a whole lot of confusion when he woke up. "Alright, that should do it" replied Roman, "here take this." He handed Rat the small pistol he took from the officer, "guns aren't my thing." Walking over to the edge of the building, Roman looked downwards to see where they needed to go -- the district always reminded him of the good times, when he had his store just a few blocks away from where they were. It didn't look that much different than before, people walking through the streets, busying themselves to pass the time -- although, now it was just people walking through the streets and beating up anyone who had food they could steal from. The corporations could forever keep the city clean, but the boarded up stores along the walk, and the brooding mood of the populace would never fool anyone. "Clean, but not clean enough" muttered Roman.
Snapping back to reality, Roman noticed two traceurs on the opposite building. "Are you going to introduce me to those two?" chuckled Roman, noticing that they seemed to be acquainted with Rat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 12:38 pm
Cam nodded, taking the pistol in one hand and drawing the other one from the cop's belt. He removed the magazines, ejected the last round in both pistols, and put them into the magazines. He put the mags in his waistband next to the pistol, while the guns themselves he dumped with the cop and tossed some bags over him. He followed Roman to the edge, looking around at the gleaming city.
It was gleaming on the outside, at least. Towering skyscrapers of steel, whitewashed concrete and glass, with bright colourful billboards and posters everywhere. It was almost like a utopia, but it was definitely far from it.
"Huh?" Cam asked when Roman asked him a question. He squinted at the traceurs, shrugging. "Would if I could." he said simply, unable to identify even the gender of the two from this distance.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:39 pm
x . R e n e e . P i e r c e . x
o . V a l e n t i n e . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . s a p p h i r e . e y e s +
"I heard that!" she said as she moved to round about near Cameron and the other traceur. "Shows how much you care about the people who have been around you for a few years! Even your mum would be able to recognize me in a distance," she complained playfully before frowning a little and leaning in to flick Cameron on the head. "I figured you'd at least be able to tell it's us saving your a**... Or me! You know how I work..." she said, a look of sadness in her eyes. It was, after all, a small disappointment that he hadn't recognized them from the start...
Shaking her head momentarily to regain her thoughts, she turned to the other tracuer and put a smile on her face, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, revealing the blue of her eyes sparkling, despite the coldness of the city they resided in. "My name is Renee, but most people know me as Valentine," she said as she extended a hand out towards him to shake. "And you are?" she asked curiously, her head tilted to the side a litte, a smile still on her face. 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 +
As she jumped and rolled off the building, landing on the one that held her sister, Cameron, and the other traceur, the girl known to most as "Monet", made her way silently over to the small group that had collected near the edge of the building, away from the fallen bodies of the officers. She glanced at the two bodies as she passed, a look of disdain and hatred painted onto her otherwise unchanging features. Completely opposite of her little sister, Brigitte was a mysterious character, often viewed as cool and hardened by her peers... And rumored in the CPF forces to be one of the cruelest of traceurs to have to face.
Coming to a halt before the small group, she pushed her hair out of her face, revealing a pair of amethyst eyes which focused on Cameron. "I must agree with my sister... It is rather insulting that you can't even tell who we are when we've been around you and your mother for some time now... But men rarely pay attention, do they?" she said as she then turned her eyes upon her sister and the other traceur. "Valentine, you know better than to give out your real name to strangers..." she scolded momentarily before looking at the other traceur. "Strangers... CPF... People I don't like... They all know me as Monet. That is all you need to know," she commented as she reached up once more, moving her hair out of her face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:10 pm
[Wow, couldn't log in for some reason]
"Valentine, eh? That's a good name" Roman replied, grabbing her small hand, "thanks for the distraction back there. The name's Ray Manners, or you can call me Roman; don't be surprised if you've never heard of me, I only take the dangerous and secretive jobs that other traceurs pass on." He looked at the other traceur, who didn't seem to be as friendly as the one in front of him. "So, I guess I fall into the category of 'people you don't like'?" Roman extended his hand, smiling lightly in front of Monet.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 7:18 pm
Cam's mouth opened into a wide grin as soon as Renee opened her mouth to speak. He recognized that voice.
"In my defence, the sun was in my eyes." he said with a laugh, taking her hand after Roman. He wanted to give her a friendly hug, but that would wait.
"Strangers?" Cam echoed to Brigitte with a grin. "Come on, we're traceurs...brothers and sisters in arms. We help each other out as one massive family, eh?" he said. "Sorry for not recognizing you guys. I took a knock on the head not long ago, didn't duck low enough under a pipe. Still a mite woozy." he said. He had bumped his head, but was feeling fine. It was true, however, that the glare of the sun had made it difficult to tell who the women were.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:52 pm
[Felt like dong some filler, I should join another RP while I wait for this one to advance :/]
"Now if that wasn't the lamest excuse in the world" chuckled Roman, "could have thought up something better than that, I guess you're quick on your feet, but not with the tongue." Roman took a deep stretch, feeling pain in his left shoulder from his spill earlier in the day; they still had a ton of distance to cover, and he wasn't eager for the trip either. Nonetheless, he needed to stay somewhere safe, and having someone to watch his back was nice, for once.
Roman readjusted his bag again, feeling the weight of it, he wondered what it was, it was about the size of a book or large file. I should try to get some answers later.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:12 pm
♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪  ♥♦♣♠..ɱusica..♠♣♦♥ Bullets sounded off in the distance. Shouts of commands heard as the chaos continued even more. Five dark figures appeared all running towards one target. A slender figure with pure snow white hair, her facial features hidden from the goggles she wore. She slid down the slanted windows and jumped off lithely, her body landing on the ground of the other rooftop in front of her. She looked back, the shots of the policeman curving significantly with the windy day. A small laugh was heard while she turned around again, her black backpack secured once more. She jumped up and started to balance herself on the beam that extended to the next platform. The cops behind her were already there. Gunshots shot past her, and Musica turned around finally. She wouldn't be able to shake them. So why not fight?
To the policeman's surprise, Musica charged straight towards them. Her agile body slipping through small creasing towards them, and using her obstacles as shields to keep her from getting hit. Once she was close she stopped in front of them where they screamed orders at her. Musica tilted her head a bit, and rose her arms up as if surrendering. The policeman neared her, but they were not aware of her hands slipping behind her back and gripping something.
(( I will continue this with another post in a jiff when replies get in :3 )) ♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:29 pm
[Where is your character in relation to the rest? Are you nearby?]
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:29 pm
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