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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 25, 2012 15:31:40 GMT -5
*I knock lightly on Aftermath's door, still holding the radio.* Um, Aftermath? I know this might not be a good time, but there's a Killjoy calling in and asking if she can come here. Would you like to talk to her?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Mar 25, 2012 15:34:00 GMT -5
*I set my tools down and set the gun aside* Tell her she's clear to come in. I need to finish this soon. When she comes by, bring her round here, will you? *I pick up my tools and begin work on the barrel.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 25, 2012 15:40:02 GMT -5
Yes sir. When it comes time to start the mission, I'll be taking a short nap in the third cell from the right, just down the hall. Wake me if you need me. *I sort of bow my head, even though Aftermath can't see it, and quickly walk away.*
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Post by Paint Bomb on Mar 25, 2012 16:19:31 GMT -5
I knock at the office's door, holding my helmet with the other hand. I tuck my black hair behind my ear and pull my beanie cap further on my afro, verifying I wasn't looking too weird. That's fun, because with my small size, my chin hardly goes up the door handle. No, actually, that's rather sad. I hope they'll accept I stay.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Mar 25, 2012 20:44:01 GMT -5
*I'm startled by the knock and scratch the barrel of my gun.* Dammit! *I sigh and turn around towards the door.* It's open, come in, just don't touch anything. *I reach into my drawer for another barrel. It's meant for a 9mm. I'll need to file it from the inside.* I assume you're the newbies Volume told me about?
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Post by Paint Bomb on Mar 26, 2012 1:05:42 GMT -5
*I open the door, timidly. The killjoy I assume is the headmaster looks stressed, fiddling with the barrel of his gun*
Umm, yes, I think I'm that one newbie. I called on the radio. *I say slowly, as I pace into the room, closing the door behind me.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Mar 26, 2012 17:42:26 GMT -5
Ah, alright. Good. Have a seat on the bed over here next to the desk. Excuse me if I don't look at you when we talk, I need to finish this relatively soon. *I point to the bed just beside me and continue holding the barrel in place as I drill into it.* Tell me about yourself. Name, age, that sort of stuff. What brings you here?
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Post by Paint Bomb on Mar 27, 2012 15:22:45 GMT -5
*I sat on the bed and pulled my bag off my shoulders, putting it onto my lap.*
"Well...I'm Paint Bomb, but usually people call me Paint, and I'm...in fact I don't remember if I'm 11 or 12. Well... My father is technically living in Battery City... Or the Killjoys I lived with told me so. I escaped BC when I was really little, I don't even remember how and why but a group of Killjoys found me. It had to be very early after the war. Maybe 2013... They took me with them and a guy called Plastic Tree raised me and he learnt me how to use a ray gun and knives and how to ride a motorcycle. And how to use a radio too. But something like a week ago we got attacked by a bunch of Dracs going towards the outer Zones, we were in Zone 1 to raid food and... While escaping I lost the others. And they weren't answering the radio. So, Plastic Tree had told me a few months back he knew there was a killjoy school in Zone 2 and I had to go there if anything happened to him and the gang. So I called you and they said me to come and here I am."
*I shut my mouth and started to fiddle with the zipper of my poncho, looking at my lap.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Mar 27, 2012 21:03:22 GMT -5
*I set the gun and tools down, then spin around in my chair to face Paint* You're how old? You've got to be the youngest Killjoy i've met. *I extend a hand out to her and smile* I'm Incendiary Aftermath. Most people call me IA, or 'Cendi. If you need anything, let me know.
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Post by Paint Bomb on Mar 28, 2012 1:03:23 GMT -5
*I straighten and look at him, now twiddling the strap of my left motorbike glove.*
11. Or 12. I don't really know.
*I stood up, my backpack in my hands.*
Oh, ok. I just wanna know... How does the school work? Unless... You have something to do... *I said, looking at the gun in his hands.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Mar 28, 2012 14:19:49 GMT -5
Well... that's a good question. *I chuckle and lean back in my chair.* We're still new, and recently have been in the midst of a disaster. Mostly, how this works, is we train you, feed you, give you a place to stay, and then when you feel confident enough to go out on your own, you have the knowledge needed to survive, and a place to come back to if you ever need a safe place. We're Killjoys, Paint, all we've got is each other.
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Post by Paint Bomb on Mar 31, 2012 9:00:17 GMT -5
*I slowly nodded at his last sentence.*
I know that. Plastic always told me almost the same...
*I stepped to the door, my backpack and motorbike helmet in my hands. I turned back to IA.*
Umm...where must I go? Can I help?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Apr 1, 2012 15:32:47 GMT -5
Get changed into something you don't mind getting dirty. Once I'm down with this, we're heading into the unexplored areas of the prison to work on stealth. We have to stage a rescue mission soon. *I go back to the gun and begin sanding the barrel* Welcome to the family, Paint.
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Post by Paint Bomb on Apr 4, 2012 12:11:28 GMT -5
*I blush when he says "welcome to the family". I feel suddenly happier and really grateful.*
"Thank you...I'm going to get changed..."
I leave the room, a smile stuck on my face.
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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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