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Post by rileywilson on Oct 29, 2011 2:47:30 GMT -5
*I start making coffee and wait until it's ready before I say anything*
So, you really went off on Red today. I'm not saying she didn't deserve it, the child is a clueless pawn, but you can't go off like that in front of the cameras. It makes the higher-ups nervous. Remember when you first got here? You were the calmest agent I'd ever seen. Even Max didn't phase you at first.
*I take a sip of coffee*
If you need to vent, do it in this office with me. Or you could help more with reintegration. It's amazingly therapeutic.
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 29, 2011 15:12:21 GMT -5
*I glace back at Retro* Just keep him conscious. I'll take a look at him once we're safe.
*I see something black out of the corner of my eye. I lean forward and look up* Shit, helicopters. They've started to close off the roads too. We could really use some backup right about now...
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 29, 2011 22:15:10 GMT -5
*I hold PB's head in my lap and slap him lightly when his eyes start to close. He looks a bit angered by it but he'll live. It's better he doesn't go back into dreams of white pills.* Try finding an open frequency on the car radio! Contact Arson and the others. It might work.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 29, 2011 22:25:12 GMT -5
*I do not say anything for a long moment but continue to stare out the window. The city is brightly lit with white lights. I sigh deeply and scowl.* I have my dark moments. An adjustment in my medication is all that is needed. I do apologize and admit I was wrong. And I do try to remain calm which I insure will be reinstated soon enough.
*I rub the bridge of my nose, exhausted.* The medication I take usually cures my insomnia but I have been neglecting to take it because there is so much work to do in so little time. My emotions get the best of me. *I pause then smile.* Though I may take you up on that interrogation idea.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 29, 2011 22:43:29 GMT -5
I'll get it. *I lean forward and grab the van's radio, setting the gun down while I fiddle with the dials. As soon as I hit the first of the non-city frequencies I start sending out an S.O.S., switching from one to another* Calling Arson or anyone else, this is Funhouse Gear, with four others. We're coming up on the city wall by the west checkpoint, got an exterminator right behind us. Help would be appreciated. Over.
(I suggest we move back to But I'll Take What I Want, pg. 69. Leave the whitecoats to their scheming)
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 30, 2011 1:30:36 GMT -5
(Agreed. Switching!)
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 30, 2011 1:36:55 GMT -5
*I go to look out the window with Orwell* The world is changing, my friend, and we need to be at the forefront, making the changes. This is only the beginning. We must prepare ourselves for greater times, remember that.
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Post by Aerith Lin on Oct 30, 2011 13:33:57 GMT -5
(I guess I'll switch over to the other since im tailing them)
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 31, 2011 0:27:24 GMT -5
*I nod and remain quiet for a moment. It is getting darker in the city and I can see the helicopters in the sky. Most likely chasing down the escapees.* We should probably prepare a report.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 31, 2011 0:40:55 GMT -5
*I nod* Yes, our promotion meeting is in a few hours. We better have everything figured out by then.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 31, 2011 0:59:15 GMT -5
*I sit down at my desk and open up a report page. I begin filling it out pausing every once in awhile to ask Wilson his opinion.* A tracker was placed in Patrick. Using that we can find the location from that we can track them down and they can lead us to all the hot spots in the zones. It is much more effective.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 31, 2011 1:09:12 GMT -5
*I sit and drink coffee, answering Orwell's questions and pondering the details on Max's and Red's respective treatments. The hours go by quickly. An hour before it's time I get up*
I'm going to go check on Max, Red, and Pacis. I sent Pacis to another Wolfblood treatment when I noticed she was bothered by your treatment of Red. Can't be too careful when you're trying to make the world better, you know...
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 31, 2011 1:12:07 GMT -5
Of course, of course. Good luck. *I say this and barely look up from the report I am writing.* 14:00 is time we are supposed to be present in the board room. See you then.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 31, 2011 1:29:07 GMT -5
*I drop by Pacis' room first. She's mid-session, strapped to the usual chair and watching videos of happy BLI civilians and employees. I remember that the pill sequence is coming up soon. She seems to be responding well, so I tell the medics to serve her whatever food she wants when she is cognizant again*
*I check on Max next. He is still weak from Orwell's ingenious treatment and barely responds to my questions*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 31, 2011 9:50:55 GMT -5
*I bring my gun down after firing a few more shots and look down at the smoking targets at the end of the range. its a little strange how shooting has become almost therapeutic for me, that and coupled with the pills I soon forget about the whole killjoy incident and think nothing of it. I get a notification saying that Wilson wanted to see me later so i decide to stay in the shooting range until then*
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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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