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Post by Volume Virus on Nov 24, 2011 20:08:16 GMT -5
*I'm sitting in the medical wing of Five, fiddling with the dial on a radio. All I pick up is static and an occasional transmission between BLI trucks. Aggravated, I throw a metal scalpel at the wall, where it embeds itself a few feet from the floor.* Dammit! Does no one need help out here?!
There seems to be a large concentration of forces in and around Battery City. Did you not intercept a call for help from there? And an announcement of a direct attack?
Blackie went to...one of those, not sure which. And she'll kill me if I get anywhere near her again. Funny, I was just so happy to be around them a few days ago! *I roll my eyes and groan, continuing to search for a transmission. The call for help plays again. I ignore it.* These are safehouses, and Vol would have wanted them to be used as safehouses, not occasional homes for ONE twelve-year-old.
Perhaps you could entice guests to come by sending out a message?
No! What if BLI hears? *I sigh and put the radio down.* I have to wait for someone to ask, no matter how long it's going to take.
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Dec 12, 2011 17:39:32 GMT -5
(Copied from give em' hell killjoys. Not sure where it should go \(·.·)/ ? )
We've been driving for a while now, Blackie seems to have falling into a light sleep and I see the base coming into view. I pull up outside and think back to the past events from the last couple of days and lightly laugh to myself* haha, shit... *I sit back and feel my eyes growing heavier, Wake up Bullet! I shake my head and lightly nuge Blackie.* Look alive Blackie, we're back and still breathing.
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 12, 2011 17:42:03 GMT -5
((Go where you guys want, I guess...this thread has never seen action anyway. It can be ignored.))
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 7, 2012 11:45:14 GMT -5
((From page 32 of "Give 'Em Hell, Killjoys".))
-Zone Five.-
*I descend into the hideout, running my hand through my hair a few times. I have adrenaline pumping through my veins and an air of satisfaction floating around me. I saved my friends. Well, not SAVED saved, but I allowed them to get away, which is quite close.* Caroline? Pour some cold water for me and search for any psychological disorders that might be common out here in the databases, starting with post-traumatic stress.
Any specific reason for that, Miss Nightmare?
I already know what medicines to get for multiple personalities, and that doesn't seem like it would be very common anyway. PTSD seems like it would make more sense for Killjoys to have, after the bombs and years upon years of fighting.
Understood, Miss Nightmare. Quite logical. I'm sure that Volume would be quite pleased with your progress.
*I sigh and pick up the tablet, taking a sip of water.* I hope so.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 14, 2012 20:39:12 GMT -5
*I pace in the main room, my expression serious, my thoughts anxious.* Nobody's come back yet. It's been days. You don't think they could have been captured, do you, Caroline?
Of course not. Miss Blackout and her companion are far too wise to be captured.
Yes, but she has her other personality....
For which she has medication. Miss Nightmare, you are becoming nearly as paranoid as Volume.
Why do you call her just Volume when I'm "Miss Nightmare"?
It is how she programmed me. Now, then. What would you like to research next?
Teach me how to deal with people who are depressed? I have a feeling that if I find Volume, she might need it....
Of course, Miss Nightmare.
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Bullet Ringer
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Jan 15, 2012 18:03:19 GMT -5
*Rb* Hey Nox you there? *static* Bullet here, letting you know me and Blackout are okay. We're at a safehouse with some other Killjoys, I'd like to tell you where but truth be told I have no idea where I am. It shouldn't be long before we come back, stay shiny.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 15, 2012 18:15:17 GMT -5
*I lunge for the radio happily, knocking over a glass of water to get to it as soon as I can.*
*rb* Oh, you don't have to come back if you want to stay out. Feel free to help people who need it, or stay with those other Killjoys. I'm just fine here! But if you want to come back, the door to Five is always open!
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Blackout
Crash Queen
You're not afraid of the dark, are ya?
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Post by Blackout on Jan 20, 2012 12:09:27 GMT -5
(copied from Give Em Hell)
*rb* Nox, it's Blackie. Need your help, do you know where that killjoy school is? We need to send a bit of a warning to them about crow patrols. Radio back when you can, oh and tell the boys I said hi and stay shiny.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 20, 2012 12:50:11 GMT -5
*I lunge for the radio and smile when I hear that it's Blackie.* *rb* Uh...well, I can't exactly find it if given a map. Or give you directions. I know how to get there from Six, but not anywhere else. I'm sorry. Maybe you could radio them? Their frequency is...oh, what did Sugar tell me it was... R-T-I-L-N-8-N-E-1-O-F? Yeah, that.
((Blackie, we're kind of on a field trip right now. Not at the school. We're on the thread "Get Up And Go!" if you want to call in.))
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Blackout
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Post by Blackout on Jan 20, 2012 15:02:18 GMT -5
*rb* that's fine Nox, thanks so much. I'll radio them in just a second. Stay shiny
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Post by Volume Virus on Jan 21, 2012 9:59:30 GMT -5
*I put the radio down with a sigh.* I guess that means they're not coming back. It's lonely here.
Mr. Tesla and Mr. Ace are here.
Tesla and Ace don't talk to me. They're too busy playing guitar at all hours of the day and groaning about how they miss Blackie. They're lucky I'm making their food for them, or they would have starved with how often they leave their room.
It is not as if you are making an effort to be sociable, Miss Nightmare.
Why should I bother if they don't? If they wanted to talk to me, they would. They don't, so they aren't going to, and I shouldn't either. It's that simple. *My stomach starts to rumble and I sigh again.* Time to make them food. Caroline, do we have enough for me to make them some soup?
Yes, we certainly do. Should I start heating up the stove?
Please. *I stand up and sigh as my stomach growls again, knowing that I have to make they boys their food before I eat or I'll forget.* They had better be grateful, that's all I'm saying. *It takes me about twenty minutes to make tomato soup from the canned stuff. I pour two bowls and put them in front of the boys' door, knock, and leave to get my own lunch before they can open the door and take theirs with nothing but a halfhearted "Thank you".*
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Post by Volume Virus on Feb 13, 2012 20:29:31 GMT -5
*It's been a few weeks since anyone's called in, and I'm both lonely and bored to tears. Cooking for Tesla and Ace is as much a thankless job as ever, and I've run through everything I could think of in Caroline's databases. I think I've been overworking her, too; when she powers on, I can hear it in the walls. She stutters on certain letters sometimes, like she's running on a scratched record, and there's started to be a considerable delay between my query and her response. I'm worried for her, but I don't know how to get into Seven. Even if I did, I would never be able to run a diagnostic; apparently, Volume has limited pretty much anyone's Caroline access, so I couldn't fix her if I wanted to.
Eventually, all I want is to just get out of Five. After due consideration, I've packed up a few day's worth of munitions, left Tesla and Ace enough food in the barely-running fridge to keep them going for three days (accompanied by a note stating where I'm going and how to heat things up), and plotted out my course using a faded Zone map. At sunset one day, I just stand on the staircase leading up to the surface and look at the camera just above the exit.* Goodbye, Caroline.
Ggggggoodbye, Miss Nnnightmarrrre.
*It hurts to hear Caroline's slow voice skip over those few letters, to know she's slowly failing, like a computer that's gotten too old and slow attached to a keyboard that sticks. With a pang, I leave Volume's hideout behind, and take off toward the setting sun, hoping that I'm going the right way with all my heart.
The journey takes me two days.*
((Nox will be transferred over to the KJ school.))
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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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