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 Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 7:58 pm
This is a brand new Museum that opened very shortly. Here is where all the recent stuff in Delmor's history is put on display. I-Pods, portable DvD players, motor powered scooters, are just a small tidbit of what you can find here. Unfortunately because of that, this makes the Museum a prime spot for crime. Oh! And while you are here... don't forget to check out the fossil of some random guy's dog who died not twelve billion years ago... but five years ago whose name is Bingo! That's his name... o. Another cool factor about this Museum is that there is currently a wax figurine type section that is currently under construction. Supposedly the wax section is to feature popular recent rising stars like Hanna Montana, The Jonas Brothers, George W. Bush, Jerry Springer (the America's Got Talent Version... not to be confused with the Jerry Springer Show version), and many many more fascinating wax figures.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:27 pm
(Last post at the Police Force Academy) James Cross smiled as he threw his uniform on fifteen minutes before his actual shift. He had gotten to the Museum early to check out what he was protecting. The Museum was not only big, but it was beautiful. The best craftsmenship he had seen in some time. He couldn't help but have a sense of pride for himself when he had finished changing and checked himself out in the bathroom mirror. He looked good in a police uniform. His insides fluttered. He finally felt like his life was coming together... after so much heart ache..... James glanced at his clock and noticed that it now read 2:57. He had spaced out for awhile. That was the one thing Graydon was correct about. In order to succeed in this job, he could not space out! Not once! He was going to have a full grasp on his mind today for today it was extra important. The time read 2:59 by the time he finally got to the vast main lobby. He had one minute until his shift officially started. He stared at the majority of people flooding into the building. He smiled. This was the life! The clock read 3:00. Show time.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 10:19 am
James looked out over the crowd of people that were flocking into the Museum. It was a pleasant day for some viewing of the latest and most recent stuff in Delmor's history. James Cross found it hard to concentrate sometimes because of the many different fascinating things in the Museum. Nevertheless, he carried on his duty with a smile on his face. After a couple of hours, when the clock read 6:11, James started to get a little bit weary. He had never stood in one place for so long and he decided he would take a stroll around the actual Museum and see if everything was in order. James walked through all the different sections: Latest and Greatest Entertainment Devices, Totally Too-Cool Traveling Devices, a collection of the world's coolest looking Bop-It's, and finally he got the incomplete wax figurine section. The lights were dim and all of the figurines were covered with tarps. James decided to just take a gander inside the room to make sure everythnig was okay. He started to walk when all of a sudden he heard a rustle from behind. James quickly grabbed his gun out and quickly turned around, pointing the gun at the location from where the sound came. He noticed one of the tarps moving back and forth like someone was underneath it. James slowly approached the tarp and when he was finally only a couple inches from it, he threw the tarp away. "AHHHHH!" James screamed as he jumped back... but then a smiled and almost started to laugh. His heart had just skipped a couple beats. Under the tarp was a wax figurine that looked so much like Paris Hilton, it scared him. "Whew" James blew out a whistle as he got to his feet, but before he could take another step, a loud bang was heard from behind James and he threw himself to the ground once more. The bullet whizzed past him and hit Paris square in the forehead. Another shot was fired and missed James by an inch. "s**t!" James shouted. Someone was shooting at James in the pitch darkness.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:10 pm
James tried to search through the darkness of the room for any shape or form he could make out. The room was so dark. How was this person shooting him at almost 100% accuracy? James jumped up this more and started to sprint. He ran further and further into the room, searching for any hints to the shooter. Suddenly, a deep male voice boomed throughout the entire room. The voice was resonant and James felt like he would go deaf because of the volume of it. “Mister James Cross… it is good to see that you are here…. Just like he said you’d be…” James was confused by what that had meant. He didn’t care though. This guy was probably insane. The scary thing was, how did he know his name? James decided to talk back to the dangerous man. “You are correct sir! My name is James Cross and I am apart of the DPD and if you do not surrender yourself immediately I will be forced to carry out my duty.” The voice laughed after James made his comment; a deep, eerie, and booming laugh. “Please Cross… don’t flatter yourself. You are no more than a sophomore at the police academy. You are far from the DPD.” Now James was freaked out. How did this man know so much about him? “That’s it.” James threatened. “I don’t know who you are or how you got in here… but you are under arrest sir. So show yourself and we can do this the easy way.” The voice boomed once more. “Why do you need to do this James? Do you still feel guilty? We are not the reason for Tyler disappearing James. So let us go and maybe… just maybe… we can help you find who you have been looking for…” James froze on the spot. How did this man know about Tyler? His eyes started to tear up. Could they really help him find Tyler after many years since his disappearance? No! No they couldn’t! This guy was manipulating him! “How the hell do you know about that?” James questioned menacingly. The voice laughed again. “Our boss knows many, many things Mister Cross. He is what you may call… a master mind.” James now screamed as loud as he could. “GET THE HELL DOWN HERE AND GIVE YOURSELF UP RIGHT…” But he didn’t finish his sentence because a small oval shaped item clinked down right in front of him. James saw what it was and tried to run as far and fast as he could, but he didn’t have much time. The bomb went off and a small explosion shook the room and hit James with such a powerful force that he was thrown 10 feet back.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:22 pm
“HAHAHAHA!” James heard the deep and menacing laugh of the unknown man as he quickly opened his eyes. He saw a figure sweep past him, covered head to toe in black and then he was followed by two other figures. All of them were carrying items from the Museum in their hands. They were stealing from the Museum! James tried to get up as quick as he could, but the explosion had injured him bad. The explosion had blown away the back of his shirt and his back was now a blood mess. The impact of the explosion had sent him flying 10 feet through the air and he was pretty sure he had broken his right arm, his good arm, on the way down. James picked up his gun off the ground and ran after the thieves. Even though they had a relative advantage in their pace, James caught up with them in a matter of seconds. The three black men were sprinting through the Museum, pushing civilians out of their way with the butt of the guns they had in their hands. Once or twice, one of the thieves looked back and sent a shot James’s way, but James dodged it easily, his adrenaline kicking into high gear. As he was running after them he thought of a very good question: Why was he the only guard put up for the day? This would be a lot easier if he had some sort of partner. As the thieves led him to the main lobby, one of them threw their gun up in the air and fired it five times. All of the civilians and workers at the Museum went into a panic and hit the ground as fast as they could. I could hear sirens from fire trucks and police cars. The explosion must have been felt and heard. That was good. It meant James would not be alone on this one. The thieves made it to the door and ran outside onto the street. James Cross followed in close pursuit and when he got outside he sent a volley of five bullets at the fleeing criminals. Three of the shots missed, but two hit one of the fleeing criminals square in the back. The man swayed for a moment, but then kept running. ‘DAMN!’ thought James. ‘They are wearing bullet proof vests!’ The thieves kept running down the street and so James had no other choice. He left the Museum scene and continued to pursue them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 3:42 pm
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 10:26 pm
 Out side the museum a beautiful gleaming black 1964 Lincoln Continental came to a stop at the curb. The magnificent black beast settled back on its haunches and groaned as the weight settled on it. Squatting there on the tarmac the behemoth of a car opened up as a man stepped. As if the beast's presence wasn't threatening enough the man was decked out like he was entering a war zone. He had a rifle slung across his back and two pistols on his hip. He wore nothing but a bullet proof vest and some mean looking boots with black pants. A red bandana concealed his mouth while a pair of safety glasses covered his eyes. He wore to bullet belts and a name tag that said, "Hello my name is Kevin, How may I help you?" His ears were concealed by a pair of headphones which were blasting the tune Fire It Up by modest mouse. As he entered the lobby he grasped the butt of the rifle and unslung it raising it he shot the security guard before he could reach his alarm. The clerk at the desk, a middle aged woman, screamed only to have two bullets enter her shoulder and hip. Turning towards the crowd which was running for exits and in general chaos he just started picking them off one by one. All the while he smiled under the bandana and mouthed the words to the song. With the rifle empty he switched to his set of pistols and started shooting again. With most the crowd laying on the ground moaning he walked through the museum stealing various things, breaking others, and occasionally firing a shot off to keep the wounded scared. When he'd had his fun and had stolen his fill he started to leave when a woman tugged at is pants. He turned and leveled the gun with her forehead. A distinct Click was heard but no bullet exited the gun. The man frowned and pointed the gun at his own head and pulled the trigger three times, click click click. The woman was crying, "Who are you, what do you want, please leave me alone!" He squated down next to her and pointed to the name badge, "My name's kevin, how may I help you?" This seemed to be particularly funny to him as he started laughing hysterically before standing again and leaving the people.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 1:42 pm
 The dark blue motorcycle came roaring down the street, its tires screeching as the rider clamped down on the brake. As the steel horse came to a stop, Sentinel shut off the engine and stalked inside, already noting the bloody bodies seen through the glass doors. It was indeed a horrific sight to see. Dead bodies littered the floor, while others wounded were crawling to the exits. Sentinel immediately activated his iPhone and made a 9-1-1 call, giving a brief description of the incident and what he knew. Ending the call, Sentinel continued on through the museum, seeing that some items were missing from various plaques and pedestals. As he rounded a corner, that was when Sentinel saw him: the man with the red bandanna. It seemed like he was the one that had caused the disturbance; a bullet-resistant vest adorned his torso while two pistol holsters were on his hip. For just a brief moment, Sentinel stood there, unsure of what to do. His right hand started to reach for one of his throwing knives holstered on his torso.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 2:18 pm
"Kevin" nodded at his handy work as he reloaded the two pistols, the headphones still blasting music. The silence, other than the moans of the wounded, would have been haunting to most people. "Kevin" On the other hand was enjoying it thoroughly, that is until he heard the crunch of glass and saw the hooded figure standing in the doorway of the museum. "Hmmm," was all "Kevin" muttered before pulling the head phones off and raising a gun level with the man's chest. He grinned but the bandanna concealed this fact. He pulled the hammer back and raised an eyebrow. He knew there were better things he could do with his time but the "heroes" of this city were simply to amusing to him. He had personally seen to three of their deaths already. "This ain't no damned comic book," he had said to the first one and the second. The third he hadn't had time to say this to since the end had come quickly and messily.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 4:16 pm
Sentinel cursed as the man before him had now targeted him. Next time, throw the damn knife before he aims at you, Sentinel muttered in his thoughts. Still, his hand was there, waiting to throw the blade. On the plus side, his bodysuit was bullet-resistant, so he would more than likely survive if he were shot. But at the same time Sentinel knew it would hurt and also damage the suit, which he knew he didn't have enough resources to mend. The young hero's mind was working at lightspeed as he was trying to figure a way out of this mess. Glancing over to a display case in the center of the hallway, Sentinel examined it for a second. He could possibly vault over the display case and throw the knife before the man got a chance to shoot. But then again, Sentinel didn't know how fast the geared-up guy in front of him could shoot. He didn't want to take the chance. Without much movement, Sentinel looked down at the readout on his iPhone on his left arm. His cloak's camouflage system was charged up part of the way, so he might be able to use that for a few minutes or so. With lightning speed, Sentinel activated the cloaking device on his cape and quickly moved over to the right, hoping that he bought himself enough time with the distraction. Gripping one of the throwing knives, he revealed only his arm as he threw it towards the commando-esque man, aiming for the man's torso.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 4:37 pm
In an instant the man disappeared into thin air. "Kevin's" Reflex was instantaneous, he shot twice at where the man had been and then rolled sideways to the position where the man had been. Then a knife was flung from mid air and "Kevin" felt the blade hit the Kevlar padding he was wearing and sink in just enough so that the point of the blade had cut into him. "Hmm," he muttered as he frowned. Shrugging he pulled the knife out and pocketed it, no need to give the man any more ammo than he already had. Heroes all seemed to work by a code: "Save the civilians by any means necessary." And so with a very nonchalant singular movement "Kevin" pulled a concussion grenade from his belt and dropped it, walking away from the place it had landed. The tab had been attached to the belt. "Your move hero."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 4:52 pm
Sentinel saw the grenade hit the floor and knew the significance of it. Innocent people were going to die if he didn't get that. He also knew that things like those only have around a three-second time limit. Lunging forwards, Sentinel grabbed the grenade in his hand while sliding across the floor. For a split second he considered chucking it at the man's head, but decided against it. Concussive grenades were best in use in closed areas, so Sentinel would more than likely die along with the explosion. Instead, Sentinel threw it out of a window, shattering the glass. It was just in time, too; the grenade exploded the moment it was airborne out of the window, sending even more glass inside. Scrabbling to get up, Sentinel deactivated the his cloaking device and sprinted at the commando, running at an angle. Jumping up, he kicked off of the wall to his right and unsheathed his two daggers while in mid-air. With his momentum carrying him forward, Sentinel started to come down on the commando.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 1:54 pm
"The trick had worked perfectly, heroes couldn't help but follow their own cliche's and save the civilians. Watching it all happen he waited patiently until the grenade seemed to raise into the air all on its own and fly out the window before exploding. The hero then dropped his cloaking and that's when the magic started. Whipping both guns up front and center he started emptying the clips on the hero. When one was out he quickly ejected the empty magazine and swung his hand down to his belt to insert a new one like clockwork. He rolled backwards to avoid being stabbed anymore than he already had and laughed as he did so. "Tell me your name boy," He said with fire in his eyes.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 10:30 am
Since he missed his target, Sentinel bent his knees as he landed and rolled diagonally across the floor so he wouldn't stab himself with a dagger. He winced as he noticed the pain in his torso; a bullet had impacted his suit right between two of his ribs. Luckily, the suit was protective enough that the bullet only made a slight dent in the plate he was wearing, yet tore at the Kevlar weave above it. So much for not damaging his suit.
He looked up as the gun-wielding maniac before him asked him what his name was. Although, he was slightly offended when the guy had called him 'boy.' Really? He was twenty-six for Pete's sake! Shaking the thought from his head, Sentinel allowed no pain to show as he muttered, "I am Sentinel." Before the young hero could ask what the other man's name was, he noticed the name tag. 'Kevin' it read. Interesting, to put your name on your shirt while robbing a museum. Sentinel assumed that 'Kevin' wasn't the man's real name, but it would have to do for now.
"Look, 'Kevin'," Sentinel said harshly, "how about you just put back the stuff you stole and leave. I'm not your normal hero. I have no moral codes on killing or not killing." This was true; Sentinel didn't care for sparing the lives of criminals. He believed that it was inevitable that bad people get out of jail and cause mayhem once again. Merely ending the life of the delinquent ends the process. Before, he was trying to dispatch of 'Kevin' non-lethally, but now he was ready to kill. Slowly, Sentinel put the daggers he was holding away, and unsheathed his two swords. He got into a battle-ready stance.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:03 pm
""Kevin" laughed at Sentinel, "You think I care? I've burried three of your kind, You don't seem to understand either. This is the real world. The villain rarely loses and the hero rarely escapes with his life. The Joker doesn't let Batman live." He cocked the gun and fired the last two rounds that were in it before drawing the knife he had pulled out of himself earlier. Adrenaline. That was the only reason he did this anymore. Obsessed with adrenaline rushes and nothing filled his body with the toxin like hunting heroes. His marine training kicked in and he crouched low flipping the knife into a slash and stab position in his hand. The wound he had recieved was starting to bite a little. He had two more grenades on his person and possibly six more in the car outside. The car, He thought. His car was weighed down with an arsenal of guns, explosives, hand to hand weapons and when he was feeling particularly mean: Garden tools.
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“Chief Detective Ames Oual, I heard the new security guard was on duty today and I just thought I might stop by to see how he’s adapting.” Oual flashed his badge, allowing the man behind the desk of the main lobby to admire it before he stuffed it away. 
