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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 16, 2011 8:58:49 GMT -5
*After I give my evaluation papers to whoever it is in the medical wing, I head straight down to the meeting that I had seen scheduled earlier. It's strange that the Crow trainers let me go after only one day of training. I must admit that I did exceptionally well, but I have no idea why. It makes no sense. I was supposed to be a peaceful person; how could I fight so well? What was I before Better Living saved me? I file in through the door with a number of other Crow agents and find a seat.*
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Aug 16, 2011 10:40:13 GMT -5
*I read the announcement for the meeting and quickly check if this is the group I was assigned to. It is and I slip into the meeting hoping I'm not late*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 10:42:39 GMT -5
*Ignoreing Max, I watch as my new employees file in and take their seat. I make mental first impression evaluations of them. Some are tall and skinny. Others are shorter and more round. I already see ones I would like to promote out of their draculoid uniforms and into a CROW uniform. When everyone is finally seated I begin.*
Welcome. My name is Jonathon Orwell. I am from the New York Better Living district. I was transferred over here and due to recent events I have been placed as head of your unit. I will be honest with you, I am not entirely sure how your methods of dealing with these killjoys work but I gaurantee you I will do my best. I have already read your files and know each and one of your records strengths and weaknesses. Using my knowledge I will work with each one of you to better your capacities and make Better Living even better. In order to that though, I need you all to remember one thing: what is it that we stand for? I will give you time to ponder it. I hate to already assign you work but I would like a formal report written out on your thoughts. You see, in order to be perfect we need to know what it is that we are fighting for. Before I continue, do any you have any questions?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 10:50:08 GMT -5
*I sit stiffly in my seat, barely listening to Orwell. Instead, I imagine how satisfying it would be to walk up to the front of the room and shoot him right in his smug face, or maybe stick my knife in his chest and give it a good twist. See how many orders he gives then.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 16, 2011 10:50:32 GMT -5
*I blink. He has my file? I have a file? I've been here for about two days, which doesn't seem like a very long time to root out my strengths and weaknesses. I decide not to ask and embarass myself, but fidget a little in my seat, already kind of jumpy because the only seat that was open was next to the man covered in blood. He looks almost familiar...*
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Aug 16, 2011 11:01:14 GMT -5
*I'm excited to finally be assigned a patrol. All thoughts of Static are pushed out of my head for the moment and I focus on the man speaking*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 11:21:07 GMT -5
*No hands are raised and I smile my crooked smile again. I turn to the chalkboard and begin writing. I speak as I go.*
My plans for our unit is very basic. Step One is meerly a new training program. I feel as though in order to remain sharp and accurate you have to hone these skills everyone in awhile. A one-on-one training lesson every month should work, as well as a group training exercise every two weeks. Step Two is similar to what you have been doing. You will go out into the zones in assigned groups and patrol certain areas. If a killjoy safehouse is found I repeat, do not, DO NOT attempt to control the situation. Contact me immediately and I will send our entire forces out to the location and we will deal with them as a group.
*I write more and talk more but it is getting boring and I can tell I am losing some of their attention. I quickly wrap it up.*
Now, I would like to introduce you all to my new parnter. If anyone has any problems and can not get a hold of me feel free to contact him your self. I introduce you to Mr. Riley Wilson.
*I usher with one hand over to him.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 16, 2011 13:50:44 GMT -5
*A loud blast shakes the room. The ground shakes. I almost jump up from my chair in shock, but that would make me look stupid.* Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Orwell, but what was that?!
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 13:51:54 GMT -5
*I notice Red shift uncomfortably next to me when Wilson is introduced, but don't shift my gaze. I don't care about Wilson. I just want to leave, preferably after killing someone.
The blast breaks my attention for the first time during the entire meeting, and when the woman in the next seat over speaks I think I recognize her as one of the killjoys. I look back at Orwell to see how he'll handle it*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 14:10:28 GMT -5
*A blast shakes the ground and I stumble, catching myself on my podium. I frown and walk over to the large windowed wall. The large wall the surrounds Battery City and keeps it seperated from its harsh surrounding as partially collapsed. Dust rises in the air and I look down to see S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit 6 leaving the tower and heading towards the direction. I can only assume it was an attack by the infamous killjoys. I rub the back of my neck, quickly coming up with a decision. I turn back around to my unit whom all seem to be staring at me waiting. I smile confidently.*
Good news. Pop quiz. Grab you guns and equipment. We are heading out. Time to prove yourself and show me how well you work together and how well your aim is.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 14:14:18 GMT -5
*I stand, waiting for the aisle to clear as everyone rushes for the door. In this case, I'm more than willing to follow the unit out to the wall. It'll be more interesting than anything in the Tower.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 16, 2011 14:21:23 GMT -5
*I grab my new white gun and pull on my vampire mask. I had expected to be going to training, so I had brought all of my equipment with me. Despite the fact that my brain is practically screaming "danger!", I follow the blood-covered man and the young girl, who I hadn't noticed before. Both of them look creepily familiar.* Well, this is a nice first day...I'm sorry to bother you both, but you sort of look familiar, which is strange, because I'm new.
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Aug 16, 2011 14:25:34 GMT -5
*I follow everyone out, excited to try my new gun. I feel a little lost so I just stick near a few people, one of which is covered in blood*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 14:27:19 GMT -5
*I grab a white ray gun and a new holster and put it on. I catch Riley's eye and nod at him. Then I walk over to One Shot.* Looks like you lucked out on this one. You will get to see some action since they are in city. *Then I walk away and lead the others out of the building. I notice the comotion on the east side of the parking lot and point my unit over there.*
(switching to page 2 of Tear Down This Wall.)
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 14:32:09 GMT -5
*I see Red's eyes go wide when she recognizes the ex-killjoy, but I give my head a tiny shake before replying to the woman* Yes, we've met. *The I push forward through the crowd before she can ask anything else. I don't respond to Orwell, watching him walk away. It's amazing how quickly people become boring.*
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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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