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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 16, 2011 22:21:56 GMT -5
*I'm looking from Orwell to Max and back again like they're playing tennis, panic in my eyes. No, no no no. He can't just up and leave. I have questions for him! I know that I shouldn't be concerned, but...*
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Aug 16, 2011 22:27:31 GMT -5
*I the tension between Orwell and Max is so thick you could probably stick a knife in it. It makes me nervous and I watch them uneasily*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 16, 2011 22:54:37 GMT -5
*I try to ignore the killjoy I save earlier who tried to talk to me and is now a Crow agent as per Max's silent orders. Besides, I have more pressing issues. Max tripped then saved Orwell after Orwell threatened him and was now going to fire him. The killjoys invaded and took the Fact News anchorman. Wait, Max used to be a killjoy. And Riley...where did he go? I don't see him anywhere. The killjoy with the red mask says I still have a choice. What choice is this?*
*I stand there and suddenly see my choice. I go up to Max and hand him the grenade. I just believe in the enemy*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 22:57:46 GMT -5
*I stop laughing, looking from the grenade in my hand to Red. It seems I underestimated her.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 23:00:59 GMT -5
*I am about to make some snide remark to Max when I see the girl hand Max a grenade. I look at my team hopeing they have the brains to pull out their weapons. They do not. I push the small red button underneath the podium, signalling security.* Max. Feel free to leave. No one is stopping you. But if you release that grenade you will destroy me, yourself and- *I once again point to the girl*- her. That thing will consume us all. Even if you happen to survive you will not escape.
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Aug 16, 2011 23:02:54 GMT -5
*seeing the grenade brings me to my senses and I jump to my feet, my hand on my gun*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 23:06:52 GMT -5
*It takes me a moment to realize he's talking to me again, and I look away from Red and back to Orwell* Why in the world would I set off a grenade in here? I admit I have a lot of issues, but suicidal tendencies can't be counted among them.
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 16, 2011 23:13:28 GMT -5
*I look to Orwell as well. Most of the crow agents try to look at Max or me threateningly, but, right now, they all look like cows. I have never seen crow agents this way before*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 23:18:18 GMT -5
*I smile.* I may not like you Max but I did not take you for an idiot. Now please leave the premises before thingd do get violent. *I look at the girl.* You may want to leave too. I do not like the fact you just handed him a weapon.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 23:21:51 GMT -5
*By the time he finishes talking I've tuned him out again, and I absentmindedly walk out of the room, tossing the grenade from hand to hand*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 16, 2011 23:26:43 GMT -5
*I nod at Orwell and follow Max out. So much has changed. Only a couple days ago, Miss Faith assigned me to Max, and now being fired was the best thing to ever happen to me... whatever happened to her?*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 23:28:43 GMT -5
(Switching to thread 'Shades of Grey')
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Aug 16, 2011 23:28:53 GMT -5
*I watch Max and the other girl leave and I look at Orwell, unsure of what to do*
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Post by redhavoc on Aug 16, 2011 23:33:09 GMT -5
(Following Max to Shades of Grey. Anyone surprised?)
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 23:34:26 GMT -5
*I am happy to see them leave. Max and the girl have excellent potential to be promoted except they can not obey orders. I look at my unit, smile and clap my hands in a finality sort of way.* Where were we? Ah yes. I would like you all to write up not only a formal report on what Better Living stands for but also a report of todays attack. *I look around for Riley unable to find him. I scowl. So far my first day has gone horribly.*
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