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Post by rileywilson on Oct 4, 2011 1:38:56 GMT -5
*I smile. I always love a good sarcasm battle. Especially with an old teacher. I decide to tell him exactly what he does not want to hear*
You'll be glad to know that my torture techniques worked and she completely forgot her life before BLI, including her name. She is now the killing machine Red Havoc and she's not the only one...*
*I leave out the part where Red is currently AWOL. I'll fix that soon enough*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 4, 2011 1:42:24 GMT -5
Oh really? because Kel was telling me about this young girl from BL/i who fit her description perfectly.... I believe she is running with killjoys now? or at least not with you or the company anymore... *I chuckle a bit* you never were one to admit failure were you riley... Now on to what I really want to talk about... My sister was brought to the tower... I want her back... she has kids... she needs to look after them...
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 4, 2011 1:47:16 GMT -5
*I'm a little annoyed now, it's making me sound more like a spoiled child, but the old man needs to be put in his place*
Who says I don't want Red out there? Idiot, you have no vision! And what makes you think I'm going to release her under any circumstances? Hey, I know, you could come in and visit her. Nice little family reunion.
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 4, 2011 1:55:04 GMT -5
I will and you wont be happy when i do come riley! I am going to teach you some manners.... I think I forgot to do that before I left... It is funny to see an adult act like a child! That is all you really are isnt it Riley? a big child who hates when he doesnt get his way? I saw the big picture and it has nothing to do with BL/i or the killjoys.... they are just the catalyst that ends it all... then there are people like me and my sister who just want to live our lives... but we are constantly dragged into either side. its why I went into hiding for two years... It was the best two years of my life! but all good things must come to an end dont they Riley? I used to be so proud of you, you showed great promise to be a very good Doctor... but your vision was clouded... clouded by these delusions of grandeur. You cant create perfection Riley... and you certainly cant force your ideals onto someone who doesnt want them...
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 4, 2011 3:15:28 GMT -5
*I throw the radio against the wall and it shatters, breaking the connection. I can't believe I'm this angry and it makes me even more mad that he was the one that made me loose control. I am glad I'm locked in my office. I feel like killing someone right about now*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 4, 2011 6:10:44 GMT -5
*I wake up to my lovely alarm at 13:00, stretching and yawning. It feels like I didn't get any sleep at all. That's a shame. I fall back into routine, getting dressed and sorting out my hair. I throw the white dress from the mall into the corner; it may not have come from Battery City, but I like it. After popping a pill into my mouth, I happily obey orders and walk to Mr. Orwell's office.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 4, 2011 8:25:22 GMT -5
*After some time I rub my eyes and set the book aside. I get up and open my door, allowing any visitors to enter. I sit down at my desk and pop a few caffiene pills, trying my best to not sleep. I click my pen and begin to doodle in a notebook before Ms. Pacis shows up.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 4, 2011 14:29:27 GMT -5
*I knock on the wall next to Mr. Orwell's door even though the actual door is open. I'm about two minutes early, though, so I do not assume that I am automatically welcome. I poke my head into the doorway, swallowing the other of my two prescribed pills for this eight hour period, demonstrating that I got my medication as requested.* Good afternoon, sir. May I come in?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 4, 2011 18:27:59 GMT -5
*I nod and stand up. Skipping the sweet talk I take her by her shoulder and lead her over to the map on my wall.* See this? This are the zones. And safehouses or buildings that I suspect are in the zones have been plotted out. The helium wars left a huge acid cloud in the upper ozone layer and it's nearly impossible to get images from space. That, my dear, is where you come in. Just point to whatever you have seen and/or been to.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 4, 2011 18:45:16 GMT -5
*I squint at the map, having no idea where I had been in relation to the city. I imagine myself turning with my back facing the Battery City gates, and estimate the angle at which I was walking prior to entry. I trace a line on the map into the middle of western Zone One, then trace a small circle.* The police station was...about here. Although I could be wrong. Should I locate what used to be the mall as well, sir?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 4, 2011 18:51:01 GMT -5
No, no. It is... right here. *I point to a location in Zone Two. I walk over to my desk and grab a pen, circling the location of the police station.* Any other places I should know about?
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 4, 2011 18:58:08 GMT -5
No, sir. No- ack! *There is a stabbing pain in my head, accompanied by a flashing image of Southern Zone Five and a singsong voice saying "The underground ball will never cease for fires or the bombs that rain." It's the same as the earlier flashback, only more...descriptive.* Southern Zone Five. Somewhere around...here. *I put my finger on the map and instantly know that I placed it right.* I don't know what it is, but I think...I think I was there once....
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 4, 2011 19:09:30 GMT -5
*I am concerned, not for her but for the potential problems she may cause if she remembers her past.* Sit down. *I lead her over to a chair and sit her down, looking in her eyes. I lie like a natural.* Your pupils are dilated. You may be having a side effect to the new medication. Hallucinations? You may just be remembering a past mission... *I take out my radio and contact the head of medicine. I make sure I call him later, telling him I need him to give Ms. Pacis stronger medication.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 4, 2011 19:18:08 GMT -5
I can't remember anything from my past before I joined this unit. Except for this. If it was a mission, there would be records of it. There was something else just now...something about an..."underground ball". Maybe it was...a codename? I don't know! *I pull a bottle of normal pills out of my pocket and swallow one. The panic begins to fuzz and fade within a minute or two, and I can breathe normally again.* I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't be worrying you with this.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 4, 2011 19:22:17 GMT -5
*I try my best not to sigh but instead smile and put my hands on her shoulders.* I want to listen. I want to fix you. I want to make you better. I can not do that if you with hold information from me. Trust me.
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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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