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 Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 11:21 am
A.C.'s room is part of a shared 4-person dorm style "apartment." They share a bathroom and living room/kitchenette, but each have their own bedroom. Their area is 7, A.C.'s room is D. Her room is bare, empty but for a mattress, blanket, and low shelf. She has no pillow, and the walls are painted black. During the day, the blanket and mattress are rolled and stowed in a corner and the shelf is bare. She only uses the shelf as a place to put her stuff when she's asleep or her dinner when she wants to eat alone.
The rooms currently hold only one person each, but they are designed to sleep at least nine--more, if bunkbeds can be acquired.
A.C. wears all black, though it is rumored she has a sexy blue dress. If she does, it isn't kept here. She has a black hooded cloak that she rarely wears, a Swiss Army Knife on a chain around her neck, a semi-automatic pistol in a gunbelt around her waist, and an old wooden baseball bat that one can assume has seen better days. She no longer keeps money, because these days it's worthless.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:34 pm
Following a rather stinging and confusing meeting with Ora and the issuing chase to get rid of whoever or whatever her tail was, A.C. made herself a sandwich, ate it, and went to bed. Of course, being A.C., no one ever saw her or what happened to the bread and canned tuna. And because mayonaise is disgusting and A.C. and I don't eat it, no one ever made the connection from tuna and bread to sandwich--they always got hung up on the fact that the mayo was untouched.
A.C. didn't sleep particularly well.
In the morning, she went and spied everywhere one last time, then went to tell the general.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 12:05 pm
No one was down here in the dorms now, not with the battle going on aboveground. Safe enough for this dark purpose, A.C. thought to herself, sliding open three panels of the pre-fab wall and lifting off two more from the floor to reveal a huge tunnel--big enough to drive a tank, through, if it came to that, although there was no guarantee that the walls wouldn't cave in from the weight of it. This is it, yes... I only hope it lasts long enough for some to get through.
She had no hope that she could save everyone in New Pheonix. There was never any hope of that.
Gesturing off to the side, she signaled a teenage boy at the door to open it up. In poured all the wives and children of the officers and NCOs upstairs, all warned ahead of time to stay inside the fortress when the battle came, whenever it came. Her crew had hands and voices everywhere, and they spread the word that it would be sometime in these next few days--they just hadn't known quite when. A few women tried to bring trunks full of personal possessions... she let them, with only a few modifications to make the weight lighter, modifications that would not be noticed until too late. Let them believe that they carry home with them, she thought. It will only keep them calm and make sure they don't look back and stumble.
With only a few murmurs and whispers of anxiety, they all followed her silent footsteps in.
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