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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 7, 2011 11:31:57 GMT -5
*After my meeting with Wilson I realize I am hungry. I go to an employee lounge and sit at a table, pulling out my tablet so I can look at the security monitors in the new training room. The lounge is empty and as I look at the training room feed I realize it is quite late and most everyone has gone home. The night shift should be arriving soon. Looking back at today's events I see that Morand is a very good shot. I smile at the prospect of having him on my team. Mahoney and Pacis seem to be doing will on the assignment Wilson gave them. The other members of the team are slowly progressing as well. Popping a few pills and I lean back in the lounge chair and begin to nod off.*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 7, 2011 21:02:44 GMT -5
*The meeting went fine, and the recorded announcement will be broadcast during office hours the next morning. Until then, I return to my apartment. It feels good to finally get back there, instead of being confined to a hospital bed. Tomorrow I'll meet Orwell and Wilson.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 8, 2011 11:45:01 GMT -5
*I wake up with a jolt when someone bursts into the lounge. They see me and quickly apologize and leave. I yawn while looking around. I straighten up and stretch. Sleeping in a chair was not my brightest idea. I see someone had made a fresh pot of coffee so I pour myself a cup and wash down a few painkillers before heading up to my office. After a shower and a clean set of clothing that actually looks presentable I check the security monitors for any killjoy activity in the zones. The cameras pick up nothing but that doesn't mean they aren't out there. I decide it's time I take a group on patrol.*
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Post by Aerith Lin on Nov 8, 2011 13:15:13 GMT -5
*I walk back into the lounge after the pesky killjoys have broken through the gates*
Those little bastards. And those idiot guards! Who's running this place anyways. I swear... I need a cup of coffee... *pours herself a cup of coffee*
I head up to my office and pass Orwells on the way.. Oh hello there. Have you seen Riley? I really must have a chat with him.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 8, 2011 14:45:00 GMT -5
*I look up at Aerith and smile crookedly.* He should be in his office. In fact, I must speak to him as well. We could walk together? *I stand up and grab a few files off my desk and motion to the door.*
(Once again... fail.)
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Post by Aerith Lin on Nov 8, 2011 16:44:11 GMT -5
(haha its alright)
*I open the door and walk out, waiting for him to lead the way*
After you. How did everything go over here? And what are you two planning on doing now?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 8, 2011 19:54:15 GMT -5
*I walk with Aerith down the corridor towards Wilson's office.* I plan to take a sector of my group out to the zones for a patrol. We will practice all the basics, including tracking and self-defense. Hopefully towards the end of the trip we should be able to locate the escapees and detain them once again. Wilson is putting together a presentation for the higher ups. *I walk up to his door and knock.*
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 8, 2011 20:39:06 GMT -5
*I wake up in my hospital bed, unsure of how I got there. The nurse comes in with a plate of food and a note saying I have to report to training in an hour. I nod and start stuffing food into my mouth. For some reason I'm starving. I finish quickly and get permission to go to the supply room for a new uniform. I feel excited and refreshed. It seems like ages since I'd done anything for the company. I really did owe BLI alot...*
*As I suit up memories of my horrible experiences with the killjoys flash by as if for the first time. Their demonic faces, how violent they were and all the times they beat me. And all the people they killed... I shake my head, unsure of exactly why I had to think about that now*
*I arrive in the training rooms 20 minutes and begin warming up. There are other agents in the room, but I'm too nervous to try to interact with them. Not being able to talk does not help either*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 9, 2011 0:14:52 GMT -5
*I look up from my notes, files spread across my desk* Come in.
*I get up and go to the main room. The walls are still blank and there are only a few pieces of furniture*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 9, 2011 0:29:15 GMT -5
*I arrive at the Tower the next morning, and stop by the front desk to inquire as to whether Orwell and Wilson are in their offices. Wilson is, so I take the elevator up. Stepping out into the hallway, I see Orwell and one of our Exterminators standing in front of Wilson's doorway. I walk over, smiling.* Hello. Jonathan Orwell, yes? What luck, I was hoping to meet you and your partner today.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 9, 2011 0:35:32 GMT -5
*I am about to enter Riley's office when a woman walks up to me. I look her over, judging and sizing her up. She is older than most female Better Living workers. I would normally assume she is arduous for lasting so long but her voice and facial expression says otherwise. I throw a crooked smile on and hold out my hand.* Yes, I am Orwell and this is my partner Wilson. *Riley is standing in the doorway so I usher to him.* It is very nice to meet you. May I inquire as to your request?
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 9, 2011 0:40:33 GMT -5
*I am displeased to see Belle. I thought she was dead...I should have checked the freezers more thoroughly. I let them in and have them sit on my sparse furniture while I make coffee. I can't figure out what she'd want with Orwell and I. She'd never expressed interest in my work before, which was fine with me. Belle is a notorious meddler*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 9, 2011 0:40:58 GMT -5
*I shake his hand, nodding to Wilson as well* I'm Belle Sacramento, president of the Neurological Development and Control Center. I've been out of action, you could say, for some time now, but I've kept up on the happenings in the city. I've seen some of your work since you arrived from New York, and wanted to speak to you two in person.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 9, 2011 0:49:14 GMT -5
*Sacramento. The name is very familiar but I can not seem to place it. I sit down in a chair across from her and gladly take a cup of coffee from Wilson.* Miss Sacramento, I apologize for being unawares to your involvement in Better Living. As president of such an important sector I am sure you have some authority amongst our bosses. Your wanting to speak with us has me slightly worried. *I smile and laugh lightly, sipping my coffee and rubbing the tips of my fingers along the rough chair fabric.*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 9, 2011 1:03:49 GMT -5
*I sit down next to John, resisting the urge to pick up my notebook and record my thoughts. It will have to wait until I am alone again*
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