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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 12, 2011 15:43:37 GMT -5
*I step out of my BLI issued car. I close the door and lean against it, arms folded across my chest. I look out across the parking lot and up at the large complex. The tower with that familair symbol watches over Battery City. Draculoids and office workers leave the building regularly. Some leave in vans, others in cars or bikes but all have to show their IDs at the checkpoint. Secure and safe. I smile slightly and walk to front doors. I push on the doors, making someone get out of my way as I do it. I walk into the lobby and barely look around before I ring the bell on the front desk. The secretary swivles around in her chair and smiles.*
Welcome to Better Living Industries. How may I help you?
Hello. My name is Jonathon Orwell.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 12, 2011 23:45:48 GMT -5
*I sit in one of the chairs in the massive lobby. I flip the pages of my file work, filling it out as I go. Everyone seems hurried and panicked. I catch peices of conversations but not enough to figure out what the fuss is. I grab an office worker by his elbow.* Why, make I ask, is everyone so worked up? You see I just transferred in from New Yorks district.
*He looks at me as though I'm crazy.* Why sir, Miss Belle Sacramento has been murdered and the terrorists broke into the building and escaped with important equipment.
*I sigh and smirk, letting him leave. Apparently BLI needs me more than I had thought.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 13, 2011 15:45:58 GMT -5
*I'm in the elevator on my way up to the 17th floor.* Ah. Same old music. I hate it. *The bell rings and the doors open. I step out into the hallway only to step aside as a pair of dracs go by carrying a roll of carpet. I look down the hall. There's a trail of blood along the wall that one worker is trying to scrub off with a toothbrush. Another is taking pictures and a few of my fellow coworkers stand outside their offices spreading rumors and watching the work. I walk further down and stop in front of Belle Sacramento's office. A body is being wrapped up quickly and put on a gurney. I watch as they quickly roll her out. I scowl and put my hands in my pocket and continue on my way. I open the door to my new corner office with two walls filled of windows with a scene of my future empire.*
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Post by rileywilson on Aug 13, 2011 20:22:14 GMT -5
*I watch Mr.Orwell from one of the many monitor rooms while I simultaneously fix a bit of code in the computer system and fill out reports. He may be just the one I am looking for... I get up*
"There, Dave, all fixed. Call me if you keep getting false alarms in garage 3".
The guard grunts something like 'thanks' and I head out, get in the elevator, and push the button for floor 17, ignoring the post-GasBeetle panic. I could have told them that plan would fail*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 13, 2011 23:39:21 GMT -5
*I sit down at my desk and run my hands along the smooth surface. I smile a bit then pull out some files and papers. I line them up in neat stacks and take one. I need to read up to know everything I can about Battery City and it's terrorist problem. I find a coffee maker on a small table and make a pot. I sip my coffee quitely and lean back in my swivel chair, kick my feet up on my desk, and settle down for a long night.*
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Post by rileywilson on Aug 13, 2011 23:54:58 GMT -5
*I reach the door, passing by Miss Sacrarmento's vacant office and knock. I really hope to see Miss Sacramento soon... she was one of the more interesting ones*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 13, 2011 23:56:24 GMT -5
*I hear a knock on the door and look up from the file I was reading* Come in.
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Post by rileywilson on Aug 14, 2011 0:34:47 GMT -5
I come into the room and see it's already perfectly ordered. The man behind the desk looks calm and collected. He's already reading the files left for him, just like I would.
"Mr. Orwell? Hi, I'm Riley Wilson. I don't know if you got my request yet, but you need to be my partner. Of course I'd be the junior partner, as you are several years my senior. May I sit?"
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 15, 2011 0:09:19 GMT -5
*I nod and usher to the chair in front of my desk. I look him over, sizing him up. He's tall. Blonde hair, neat looking and clean. The perfect specimen for a Better Living employee.*
A partner? Hmm... Well, normally I work alone but I have noticed you do partner up here in Battery City. I'm going to go ahead and assume you have your reasons. I have not yet been notified as to whom my partner will be. What are your experiences in leading a combat unit and weapons technology?
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Post by rileywilson on Aug 15, 2011 0:20:14 GMT -5
*I sit and listen to Mr. Orwell. When he's my partner I will call him Jonathon. He has brown hair that is longer than a standard BLI cut and exudes an air of 'cool' that was not obvious on the cameras*
"Well, I programmed over half the weapons technology here, have never led a combat unit, but have taught several classes on combat and interrogation tactics. I have also been involved in training the next generation of Crow agents".
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 15, 2011 0:29:52 GMT -5
*I raise my eyebrows impressed.* You seem plenty capable. Let me explain my plans: I am from the New York branch. I was transferred over here because, frankyly, our superiors are not happy with your progress. It's lacking. I am going to take control of S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit 8. After measuring their promise and fixing any potential problems I shall take them into your so called 'zones'. You see, we are going to get rid of the killjoys. Once and for all.
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Post by rileywilson on Aug 15, 2011 0:36:35 GMT -5
*I feel a non-planned smile on my face, something I haven't felt in a long time*
"As you partner I would back you 100 percent and, of course, take care of any *ahem* issues you need me to. I agree, Battery City has been lagging behind the other cities. It's part of the reason I myself have been so interested in the crow agents"
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 15, 2011 0:41:21 GMT -5
*I smile confidently and stand up. I hold my hand over the desk for him to shake.*
It will be a pleasure working with you Mr. Wilson. Oh, and before you leave may I ask what has happened down the hall?
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Post by rileywilson on Aug 15, 2011 6:05:43 GMT -5
*I shake his hand, knowing I have made all the right moves. This partnership may be my best career move yet*
"Oh, that? Internal killjoy attack. They got to Miss Sacramento, a very capable woman. She's in preservation now. Unfortunately, killjoys sneak by our security far more often than we'd like. It's getting to be very dangerous to even have a desk job at BLI, but I suppose you knew that".
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 15, 2011 11:57:41 GMT -5
I'll be sure to stop that. If the general public is afraid to work for Better Living and thinks we can not even keep our own building secure than they will lose faith. Now, if you do not mind, I would like to continue reading up on a few things. *I glance at the clock on the wall.* Perhaps I shall call of a conference meeting at 2:30. Till then. Have a Better Day.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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