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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 2, 2011 17:59:01 GMT -5
*I turn the volume on my radio down a bit without looking at it, and read the notepad* Where do they come from? *I chuckle* They're not aliens. They're people from the city, or the outlying towns, or anywhere, really. And as for your second question, I'm not much of a judge on things like that.
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 2, 2011 18:58:43 GMT -5
*I think for a second and write: "I mean, did they just get up one day and decide to be a killjoy? In class they tell us there is something wrong with their heads. Have you ever talked with one?" I wonder if Max ever heard the stories they told us as kids, about Killjoys hacking you to pieces or shooting your brains out. As far as we knew they were the same as monsters*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 2, 2011 19:15:56 GMT -5
Some of them are mentally unstable, yes. But most of them just decided they'd like it better in the Zones. Except instead of living quitely like the citizens in the towns, they fight against Better Living, so our job is to stop them. And yes - *I smile a bit* - I've talked to one. Talked to quite a few. *I pause* Used to be one, as a matter of fact.
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 2, 2011 19:26:53 GMT -5
*I do a double-take, staring at Max (well, his mask) for a couple seconds before I realize what I'm doing. I look away, but can't help it and look back and forth from my notepad to Max a couple of times, confused. Now I seem to have even more questions. What is BLI thinking? Do they know? Of course they know. They assigned me with this guy? Max isn't so bad. In fact, Max was kinda nice to me. So, what happened? How long ago? Why?*
*These thoughts all ping around in my head, but I find myself scribbling down the overriding question in my brain: 'You can switch SIDES???'*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 2, 2011 23:10:20 GMT -5
*I ignore Red until she holds up the notepad again, although I know she's staring at me.* I suppose so. *I'm starting to wish I hadn't offered to answer her questions.* Well, yes. It depends.
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 3, 2011 1:14:04 GMT -5
*I can hear the hesitation in Max's voice and I don't want to pry and risk having him reject me. I would probably go back into the training and drug programs, places I never wanted to see again. So I just hld the notepad, stare into the desert, and wonder exactly what switching from a killjoy or a drac depends on*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 3, 2011 10:27:26 GMT -5
*I go back to staring out at the desert, wishing I could do something other than just standing here. I feel like killing someone. I hope the killjoys get here soon.* *I wonder for a brief moment what will happen if the Zone cleansing project goes as planned; my job might get boring. I glance at the crates but quickly turn around again. I'll keep following orders as long as it suits me, and I don't have a good reason to stop right now. Besides, I'd have trouble taking on 48 other agents and dracs, even if Red was crazy enough to help me.*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 3, 2011 11:07:44 GMT -5
*Max starts to figit and I myself feel restless. In fact, all the dracs and crows seem on edge. Max and I have been quiet for somtime and I find myself staring down at the pad of paper. I realize I want to ask another question*
*I try to push down the urge and draw the layout of our camp instead. A large stack of crates in the middle, four vans surrounding that, and fourteen cars, one of them ours, forming the outer ring. All fifty personell are on the outside of the outer ring. As per my training I start analyzing for weak spots and draw four arrows around the circle. I realize the four, inner circle vans are meant as a retreat if the outer circle is breached. However, if someone were to attack from the inside out... but it would be impossible for a killjoy to get there*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 3, 2011 11:19:39 GMT -5
*I look down at her drawing* That's not quite right. *I tap the pile of crates* There are four agents around the pile, remember?
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 3, 2011 12:11:57 GMT -5
*I jump a little when Max speaks to me again, not expecting it. I grimace a little at my mistake and cross out four agents from equal points around the circle and place them next to the crates. However, this only reinforces the weak points I found before. I hold it out for Max to critique again, wondering if I am missing anything else*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 3, 2011 19:15:24 GMT -5
*I look over her drawing* Yeah, that looks about right. Why sketch it out, though?
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 3, 2011 19:55:37 GMT -5
* I shrug and write 'bored', then cross it out and write 'they used to have us do this in training all the time. I can't talk or draw, but I can do this' *And not very well at that, I think to myself. I would suck at a desk job*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 4, 2011 9:32:48 GMT -5
Mm. Makes sense, I suppose. *I lean against the car. It's been over an hour already, and still no sign of the killjoys. If they really do know about the project, they're rather slow about doing something about it. It's only a matter of time until the last crate location is ready.*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 4, 2011 11:37:47 GMT -5
*I wonder if nothing will happen after all. A short while from now all the gas will be released and presumably we'll go back to the city to wait it out. I think about the killjoy we recently captured and how ironic it is that he is now safer than all the friends he was trying to protect, which remindes me of Max. Max was a Killjoy? It was hard to see? Maybe Max was joking?*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 5, 2011 0:58:31 GMT -5
[Ok, they're close! Want to switch over to 'To The End'?]
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