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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Sept 6, 2011 0:33:40 GMT -5
*Before I can react he twists my wrist, sending a jolt of pain through my tendons and lacerations on my knuckles. I drop down and he twists my arm behind my back as well. I try not to panic as the gun presses against my temple. I frown and keep quite while he speaks. My unit is confused. They do not know what to do. I see the one girl. I look at her in the eyes and nod, giving her the okay to stun Max and risk hitting me.* Max. You keep surprising me by digging yourself into a deeper hole.
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Post by rileywilson on Sept 6, 2011 0:35:26 GMT -5
*I sigh as I listen to the altercation through a microphone hidden on one of the crow's jackets. Actually, everyone had a microphone on their jacket except for Orwell and Max, but that is besides the point. In a way, I am glad Max manged to somehow dodged the lasers. This would be good for Orwell. I turn up the volume of the receiver in my office like it's a good radio show and work on a bit of programming on something for Orwell, if he ever returns*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Sept 6, 2011 0:36:51 GMT -5
*I see Orwell signal me and I keep my gun up. It's only set on stun but I still hate the idea of possibly hitting my superior. I take a deep breath before pulling the trigger*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Sept 6, 2011 0:42:16 GMT -5
*I see Miss Mahoneys finger tighten on the trigger. I tense up, prepared. I hear the shot and feel it hit my shoulder. A bit of it may have skimmed off and hit Max but at this point I honestly do not care. The pain sends shock waves through my body and I feel myself slump and loose consciousness.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Sept 6, 2011 0:45:45 GMT -5
*I'm clipped by the shot, but it's not enough to do any real damage. Before I drop Orwell, I say in a low voice* Another failure. You need to learn to accept the way things are here, John. And by the way, I didn't kill the girl.
*In the general confusion, I fire a few parting shots into the crowded team and run back to my car, dodging to make myself a harder target. I slam the door shut and turn the key in the ignition, sending up a cloud of dust as I race away*
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Sept 6, 2011 0:53:38 GMT -5
*I rush over to Orwell and another person helps me carry him to the van. Dear god, how could I miss and hit Orwell? I am dead*
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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 6, 2011 15:02:40 GMT -5
*I watch everything happen from the van; I had to pick up the Killjoys and drag them inside, and had no idea that anything was happening until everyone had their guns up, when I had to rush over to the circle for fear of being left out or demoted or something. When Orwell gets hit by accident, I'm so shocked that I drop my raygun. I pick it up seconds later and try to chase after One Shot, but he waves around and any shots I manage to fire miss. He gets away, despite my best pathetic efforts, and I drop to my knees in the burning sand and stare hopelessly at the sky.*
((Okay, I'm often either at school or asleep when you guys post. Can we please pretend that Angie was actually involved? I'm sorry that I even have to ask...))
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Sept 6, 2011 15:55:21 GMT -5
(Could have just said you were there in the circle Vol. lol, but sure thing. Oh, and I highly doubt I'd wake up minutes after being stunned. Feel free to post. I'll wake up... sometime while in the van.))
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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 6, 2011 16:43:15 GMT -5
((I was at school and/or sleeping. I had no idea this was happening until I posted, essentially...))
*I stand up and start to get into the driver's seat of the van, seeing as Orwell won't be driving anytime soon, the remember that I have no idea how to get to the city. I look at that Mahoney girl with a question on my face, wondering if she could drive; she seems to be the best one in this unit besides Orwell, so it shouldn't be much of a chore for her to drive. I slide into the backseat, taking care not to be anywhere near Orwell. With my luck and skill, I'd probably end up hurting him even worse somehow.*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Sept 6, 2011 17:29:37 GMT -5
*I see, I think her name is Angie, give me a look and sit in the back. I take it as a sign that I should drive and I hop into the seat and start driving towards the city. I am definitely getting fired for this, definitely getting fired. Orwell is going to murder me when he wakes up. I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turn white and try to focus on driving*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Sept 6, 2011 17:59:07 GMT -5
(nevermind, I'm posting lol. switching back over to A Brave New World page 12)
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Post by Max Griffiths on Sept 6, 2011 23:51:18 GMT -5
*I slow down when it becomes obvious I'm not being followed, but my focus isn't quck to fade, and I find myself dwelling on the previous events more than I'd like. I keep hearing Orwell suggesting I'd killed Red. It shouldn't bother me - I've killed plenty of people during my time with Better Living. Ghosted, as the killjoys would say. But the thought of killing the girl is disquieting.*
*I don't have any destination in mind, but as the hours pass I realise I'm slowly circling back towards Zone 6. I pull over in the shadow of a cliff and close my eyes. I haven't slept in some time, and if I'm going to approach the killjoy's bowling alley again, I need to be alert. I don't give much thought to the chances of being tracked down by Orwell's team. Having spent many long months with them, I know enough that I'm not worried.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Sept 17, 2011 19:57:27 GMT -5
*I'm woken by the raucous crowing of a raven, and blink a few times in the bright light. I check my watch automatically, then remember I don't have a schedule to keep now that I'm away from the city. I start the car back up and pull onto the highway. Within an hour my object comes into view - the town with the bowling alley*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Sept 19, 2011 18:46:49 GMT -5
*When I see smoke on the horizon I speed up without realizing it. It looks almost greasy... not a wood fire. Someone's burning bodies, and since Better Living has other ways to dispose of corpses, I assume it's the killjoys. I park in front of the alley, walking along on one side and circling around back to find the fire.*
(Switching to Lucky Strikes Bowling Alley, pg. 92)
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Post by Max Griffiths on Sept 20, 2011 15:04:13 GMT -5
(pardon the random post... I've got a friend with the equivalent of ADD over...)
*Back on the highway, I drive south towards the city, not slowing until I enter Zone 3. When I near the location that the killjoy pointed out on the map, I start scanning the side of the road. It doesn't take much skill to find the location of the fight, though - the cleanup crews apparently haven't arrived, because semi-conscious draculoids and several ruined vehicles are scattered about the area.*
*Leaving the car idling on the side of the road, I get out and walk around the scene. All the draculoids are handcuffed, and the ones that are alive were apparently stunned. Skid marks show that a large truck was stopped quickly, and there's blood everywhere. As I pass, one of the draculoids regains consciousness and calls over for help. I stop and turn to him*
What happened here?
*He looks taken aback at my tone* We, ah, intercepted a raid. Two carloads of killjoys ambushed a supply truck. Can you get these cuffs off me?
*I ignore his question* Where are the killjoys now?
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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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