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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 14:39:39 GMT -5
*I stand back and watch as my unit rush into combat. They fire rapidly but their aim is truely horrible. They rarely hit their opponets and when they do it is just a graze. I shake my head sadly. I get my first real look at the killjoys though and admit to myself that they are more surprising than I thought. They are... colorful. And wild and dirty and turn my stomach. I frown. I watch as a one runs into the large hole in the tower. No one runs after them and I scream at a group to follow them. Looks like I have my work more cut out for me than I thought.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 14:39:48 GMT -5
(You're attacking, so we're defending)
*I follow Orwell into the parking lot but then pause. If I were a killjoy I'd take cover as soon as possible. After consideration, I tap Red's shoulder, motion to the tower, and go back the way we came*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 16, 2011 14:40:30 GMT -5
(I just don't know what you're doing exactly. Your post seemed out of nowhere. Talk to Retro) *reaches the tower and goes in through the front door. It's been evacuated and most of the dracs have gone to assess the wall.* up we go... There's others here... Arent there...?
(Edit: oh ok. Just wasn't sure what was happening. No harm no foul.*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Aug 16, 2011 14:42:06 GMT -5
*it feels like chaos erupted and I frantically try to get a clear target. I think I see someone run into the tower and I try to follow*
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 16, 2011 14:43:42 GMT -5
((I WAS CONTINUING FROM THE OTHER THREAD, ALRIGHT?))
*I spot the one Killjoy going in through the front and immediately follow him. Orwell wants us to follow another one, but it seems like this one is more important. I mean, the kind of cocky self-assurance that it would take to walk in through THE FRONT DOOR could easily come from a successful explosion.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 14:44:36 GMT -5
*Upon entering the lobby I see a killjoy I don't recognize. I have my hand on my gun but don't draw it. I'm feeling rather... neutral, right now. I don't see the secretary, and assume she's hiding under her desk* Killjoy. Looking for something?
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 16, 2011 14:46:04 GMT -5
*I run through the lobby and upward the second I see the bloody man. The Killjoy's taken care of, and I still need to find the others. Plus, I'm not planning on getting in another confrontation with him so soon.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 16, 2011 14:46:29 GMT -5
*my attention turns to the BLI person in front of me.* uhh... I was just looking for the exit.... *slowly creeps down the Hall*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 14:48:01 GMT -5
*I walk forward slowly enough to follow him without gaining any ground* The exit's the other way. But if you're looking for someone to shoot, might I suggest the new head of the unit? Name's Orwell.
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doctorwhen
Ritalin Rat
scared is good, scared keeps you running!
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Post by doctorwhen on Aug 16, 2011 14:49:57 GMT -5
*crawls up stairs, gasping for air* almost.....there!
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Aug 16, 2011 14:50:06 GMT -5
*I sigh and roll my eyes. I have a desk job. But I suppose since my unit IS completely useless I have to fight. I draw my gun and switch the stun off. I shoot at the woman who threw the smoke bombs.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 16, 2011 14:52:40 GMT -5
*I hold my gun at my waist and motion for Bunny, who is hidden, to go up without me, I start strafing Orwell* Not looking for anyone to shoot at the moment. Just looking for a ride to the top... *someone shoots at bunny* hey! No! Bad BLI person! *I start shooting the ceiling above them and it starts to fall*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Aug 16, 2011 14:52:57 GMT -5
*I make my way back outside and immediately have to dive to the ground to avoid getting shot at. I pick myself up and start firing*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Aug 16, 2011 14:54:29 GMT -5
(wtf is strafing?)
Really? *I step out of the way of debris from the ceiling* Because I'm pretty sure he wants to shoot you.
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 16, 2011 14:56:15 GMT -5
*I hear a loud crash behind me and subconciously yelp. The bloody man and someone else are discussing Orwell. It takes all my willpower not to listen, and I run up a few flights of stairs.*
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