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Post by rileywilson on Oct 27, 2011 22:25:10 GMT -5
*I radio Aerith*
I'm sending two helicopters your way. I'm staying behind to deal with the political damage here. Good luck.
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Post by Aerith Lin on Oct 27, 2011 22:30:40 GMT -5
*back to Wilson*
Got it. I'll keep on their trail. Want me to take em down or follow them home?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 27, 2011 22:32:57 GMT -5
*I rub my face in angst. No clue what to do.* Um.... woah, watch out! *I flinch when we get dangerously close to a vehicle.* Take this exit!! *I hold on to the back of the seat with one hand and hold PB tight with another to keep us from sliding along the floor.* We need to get back on I42. It takes a huge loop around the outside of the city. If we take an off ramp there and somehow skip past the booths and we can make it back to the zones. We have a much better chance there!
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 27, 2011 22:39:01 GMT -5
Got it! *I swing around a civilian moped and take the exit, there's a construction barrier up ahead and I yell for Gear to get in (which he does, just in time) before we burst through it. Fortunately, there are no giant construction machines to run into on the ramp and we make it through to the other side quickly. The van, however, is a little worse for wear*
Whooooo!
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 28, 2011 0:50:07 GMT -5
*I do my best to fire back at Aerith without falling out of the car, but though I see a few of my shots pass close by her I can't be sure if any of them hit. We get through the barrier, but the city wall is still ahead and I have a feeling we won't just be able to ram our way through* How's PB doing?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 28, 2011 0:55:14 GMT -5
*I lie on my back on clean white sheets, staring sleepily up at the ceiling. Every now and then I hear the faint sounds of shouting and distant alarms, but I know better than to stand up; the first time I tried I got so dizzy I nearly fell. It doesn't matter, though. Whatever is going on is of no concern to me. I close my eyes, wondering when I can leave. I'm tired of lying here. There must be something more interesting to do.*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 28, 2011 1:06:51 GMT -5
*I don't even turn around when the door closes. I curl up in the middle of the room, bare arms hugging my body. The trick with the cold room is not to touch any of the walls, which are already very very cold. I close my eyes and think of the farmhouse, when Max explained cats to me...The chill begins to set in and I start to shiver. It's going to be a long night*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Oct 28, 2011 1:11:14 GMT -5
*It's been several days since the doors slid back in the secret underground, since I opened my eyes to see the relieved smiles of my attendants. They told me I should avoid stress, but although I consented to stay in bed I could not allow my beloved company to go unsupervised for one moment longer than necessary.*
*The security footage I watch and the reports I read are troubling to say the least. The two newer men in leadership positions, Wilson and Orwell, concern me as well. Wilson most particularly; he found all but two of the surveillance feeds I had placed in his partner's office - indeed, in all the upper-management offices. I don't like their ambition, focused so much on themselves and so little on the good of Better Living Industries. And their handling of Max and the young girl, Red Havoc, makes my blood boil. They're so unrefined, overusing the stick when the carrot would have more than sufficed.*
*If I didn't know how tenuous my condition still was, I'd be upstairs in an instant. As it is, I have to wait several more days before announcing my return. I'll spend my time watching the rest of the footage, getting to know Wilson, Orwell, and the girl. She still has potential, after all, despite her mistreatment.*
*As for Sylvia Main, I'm happy to see she's still alive. I don't begrudge her for my attempted murder; it's not her fault she's so flawed. I still hope to help her see the truth eventually, to bring her back to where she belongs.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 28, 2011 6:59:27 GMT -5
*I look down at him and feel his pulse.* He's still breathing. That's a plus. *But he's still unconscious and that bothers me. He's been off the machines for nearly half an hour and deprived of the coma inducing drugs. He probably should be showing some sign of movement. I shake him lightly and say softly.* PB come on, time to wake up. We need ya bud. Jump is worried, you know how he gets when he's worried. *I smile at Jump, not meaning for it to be an insult.*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Oct 28, 2011 11:21:02 GMT -5
*Far away there is movement, voices, harsh sounds. I don't want any of it. I gradually become aware of the fact that I'm not lying on a bed anymore. There's hard plastic, squealing tires, and a voice tells says something about jumping. This is no place of a BLI employee like me. I open my eyes just a little bit and see a woman's face. She looks nice enough*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 28, 2011 12:50:27 GMT -5
*I look back down to see PB has his eyes open. He looks dazed though and not the regular kind of dazed. That worries me.* He's conscious! What should I do?!
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 28, 2011 13:55:50 GMT -5
*As soon as I see that everyone's out of the way, I sit down with my back against the cold room door. It's freezing, even through the heavy metal slab. A few people pass with inquisitive looks.* I'm guarding her. *They nod and pass. Of course, they wouldn't guess that I'm just waiting here as a punishment to myself, waiting for someone to find me and fire me and kill me. That I'm here purely so the icy chill can seep through my clothes and skin and into my soul. That I'm out here because I deserve to be in there.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 28, 2011 23:04:10 GMT -5
*I radio Pacis as I go up to Orwell's office* Pacis, I was you to report immediately to room 309 for another reintroduction session. It's no big deal, I just noticed you looked a little down and I want to fix it. Report to me after, I have an assignment for you and Mahoney
*I take the elevator to Orwell's office. The alarm is still going off and a couple nervous dracs take the elevator with me, getting off on a different floor. I'm alone by the time I reach his door. Even though we've become quite familiar over the weeks, I knock on the wood-patterned pasteboard this time*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 28, 2011 23:16:23 GMT -5
*My radio crackles and Wilson's voice sputters through the speakers. Immediately? Reintroduction? Oh, this could not be good. I literally pull myself off of the door (my back had partially frozen to it), head to the third floor, and knock on the door of 309 wondering what sort of punishment they're going to hit me with.* Hello? My superior told me to report here....
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 29, 2011 2:37:22 GMT -5
*A knock on the door pushes me out of my stupor. I sigh and rub my hand through my hair before getting up and looking through the peephole. It is Wilson. I open it and walk over to my desk without saying much.* Hello.
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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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