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Post by rileywilson on Dec 30, 2011 4:42:36 GMT -5
*I stare back at Orwell, smiling a little* I trust you to handle Max. We give them both a few days to recover of Belle will get suspicious, then BAM *I use my pointer finger and thumb to shoot the air, as if Max were standing next to us*. Red can have a heart attack, it won't be hard to switch medications. *sigh* It was nice to have an experiment that didn't talk back...
*I finish my coffee and stand up* It's time for me to check on the unit. I'm bringing some med staff as well, as most are probably injured from last night. Care to join?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 30, 2011 11:43:12 GMT -5
Give me 15 minutes. *I smirk and gesture to myself, clearly not in a presentable state with my tie loosened and my hair sticking up in every direction. And I reek of alcohol. Not something I want to encourage to my unit, especially after last night. I go take a quick shower and make myself more decent for human interaction. I come out looking more dapper and grab my badge.* Lets go, I want to have a word with Main as well. Not sure if you heard of that situation. *I groan, and shake my head, popping a few more pills.* Max and Morand should receive the same punishment, to avoid suspicion or favouritism.
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 30, 2011 20:19:25 GMT -5
*We head down to the temporary holding cells, meeting up with the medics along the way. We head to Morand first. He stands up as we enter and I start on him right away* Your conduct last night was unacceptable. There are certain expectations that come from being the top unit at BLI, a position we may have lost now. The report says antagonized Max, the most mentally unstable member of our unit, and our guest Main as well *I don't go into details about Main, but he shifts uncomfortably*
I'm docking your pay for another week and putting you on a more potent medication for your aggression. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 31, 2011 15:35:27 GMT -5
*I stand back and lean against the door frame, just watching him. While Wilson speaks I radio for a nurse to be sent down and to escort our agent back to the infirmary so he be treated for last nights beating. I smirk at Morands answer, finding it adequate and amusing. I toss him a bottle of white pills when Wilson leaves.* Learn to hold your drink Morand or I will have to transfer you to Unit 12 with Harolds team. And we all know that leads you no where with in this company.
*I smirk and push past a nurse to go to join Wilson in the hall.* Main or Max next? You are better at the talking aspect of it all so I figure it is your choice.
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 31, 2011 16:05:12 GMT -5
*I grin a bit as we stroll down the hall like the badasses we are* Uhhh, thanks. Ok, I'll keep talking if you promise to keep giving me tips concerning Aerith. Deal?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 31, 2011 16:18:05 GMT -5
*I chuckle and shake my head a bit, still too hungover for this.* Deal, Riley. Deal. For one thing, lighten up. She is not a draculoid so she will not bite. Wait- nevermind, this is Aerith we are talking about... *I pause and smile a bit at his reaction.* Come on, take your mind out of the gutter, we have a job to do.
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 31, 2011 16:28:35 GMT -5
Gutter? Me? *I move away, turning a corner. Orwell and Aerith are probably the only two people that can make me uncomfortable like that* Yeah, let's go to Max next. Second verse, same as the first.
*I check my new watch as we come up to the room holding Max. Plenty of time. We enter and I give max approximately the same speech. He stands silently. No surprise there. I imagine how satisfying it will be to put a bullet through that thick, annoying skull of his* ...Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 31, 2011 16:35:05 GMT -5
*Wilson's speech was as I'd expected, and both his expression and Orwell's confirms that I need to be on my guard*
I reacted poorly to Morand's comments. I should not have allowed myself to become upset, and I accept the repercussions of my actions. *A bit of a sounding bell, that last bit, and the tiny reaction it gets from Wilson is answer enough.*
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 31, 2011 16:43:11 GMT -5
*We send Max off to the hospital and head over to Main. She looks beat up and tired from the nights events, but shoos off a medic when he tries to look at her. I sigh* Ms.Main it is time for you to decide. Either you stay here and become a drac in our unit or receive medical treatment and leave. You are a good fighter, but we can train you to be better. Here you will have food, shelter, friends... I can give you a couple hours to decide, but that is all.
*I look over at Orwwell, so see if he agrees with my ultimatum*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Jan 1, 2012 2:41:41 GMT -5
*I smirk at the girl, sizing her up and remembering the fly cam footage I received of the fight. She was off by herself in many of the scenes, somehow managing to survive. She left Red, or most likely Red left /her/, but we can help her work better on her teamwork skills. Over all she was a good fighter and with her former employment here at the company she would be a good addition. Just so long as she stops antagonizing the others.* Think about it Sylvia, we offer you money and stability. A job bettering the lives of everyone around you. Is that not better than running around a filthy environment, killing off my unit, real /people/. You could have purpose, not wasting the only clean air we have left. Like Wilson said, you have a few hours. Go to the infirmary and make sure your injuries have not been further damaged and check on our young agent, Red.
*I leave her, smiling crookedly at Wilson when we are back in the hall.* See, I can play with words as well. I say we go toast, to a 'successful' end to 2020. At least we have made it this far...
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 1, 2012 13:43:23 GMT -5
*I listen to them, not at all surprised but still shocked from last nights events. Before I know it they are gone and I'm left to let their words sink in. My first instinct is to grab whatever I can and run for the zones, back to everyone I know. But right as I manage to stand up do I remember Red, beaten and battered, whom I ditched last night to do... other things. I groan and run a hand down my face.* Well shit. *My initial plan is now exempt and I only have a few hours to think of something else. And it won't be easy with this hangover. I'm only able to find one shoe but I quickly follow the nurses back to the hospital wing. I need to see the damage from last night, even though just imagining it terrifies me. What have I done.*
(Moving to page 24 of Hospital Wing.)
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Post by rileywilson on Jan 1, 2012 20:15:38 GMT -5
*I grin a Orwell* 2021? It doesn't know what's coming. None of them do.
Come on, I'll order up some champagne. Wouldn't want you to get sober now
*We stop by the pharmacy stores and I pick up the meds I need to switch with Red's to stop her heart. The pills are not the same color as the originals, unfortunately, but they will have to do. I pocket the packet and we meet up with Aerith in my office. I pour the champagne as soon as it arrives. An odd saying pops into my head and I hold up my glass*
Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive *I pause* and, of course, kill Belle Sacramento. That's a given.
[That first part is a quote from the great G.W. himself. Happy New Year!]
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Jan 2, 2012 23:16:33 GMT -5
Of course. *I smile crookedly and take a long sip of my drink, careful not to finish it too quickly. I place it back down on a table and relax on the couch. I watch Aerith with a smirk and make a movement with my eyes towards Wilson as he is distracted by the foam coming out of the newly opened bottle. As she giggles I pull out my tablet and open up my notes from my last meeting with other unit members. I quickly jot down the topic discussed earlier this morning with Wilson.*
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Post by rileywilson on Jan 3, 2012 21:38:00 GMT -5
*Orwell and I prepare for the mission over the next couple of days. I file a report on killjoy activity in zone 3 and a possible hideout that needs to be investigated. I also file several other reports, the one I'm really after submitted in the middle of the stack. We requisition a fare number of energy weapons, grenades, and protective vests. I leave it up to Orwell to decide who in our unit will go, because he's leading the attack*
*I hum a little I make my way to the hospital wing. I can feel the packet of pills that will kill Red in my jacket pocket. With Green and Blue ready to be promoted to the field, I feel it is time to finally switch out Red's pills. Red was a good experiment, but I realize now that it is human nature to look for a trusted partner. Thus, Red gravitated toward Max which ultimately led to her misbehavior. Green and Blue, however, have each other and thus avoid this problem. They should be much easier to handle*
[Switching to 'Hospital Wing p.24]
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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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