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Post by Trite Boig on Mar 7, 2011 21:50:51 GMT -5
*laughs* killjoy storage....*coughs* sorry...
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Post by BurbankAme on Mar 7, 2011 22:03:48 GMT -5
Its still a crappy job. You can work with me and maybe gain some respect from people around here. Or keep doing this and be pushed further back into a corner. What do you want to do?
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Post by Trite Boig on Mar 7, 2011 22:07:53 GMT -5
We like to be respected...being a cornered animal doesn't work well for me.
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Mar 7, 2011 22:15:53 GMT -5
*I raise an eyebrow speculatively at Trite as the elevator dings and the doors start to open* What do you think, Trite? Can you manage a Scarecrow agent's schedule and keep up on your "killjoy storage" project at the same time? You'll lose time to patrols. It could give you a better chance at taking in some more killjoys, though.
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Post by Trite Boig on Mar 7, 2011 22:17:58 GMT -5
*smiles* I can do it, no problem. Nothing will stand in my way. *holds the door open for Belle* are you getting off?
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Mar 7, 2011 22:23:33 GMT -5
Yes, I have a few errands to run in the city. *I get out and pause before heading for the front lobby* If you really think you're up for it, go ahead to the Employee Management Division and write up an application. Have them send the permission form to my office and I'll fill it out when I get back. *I smile* Good luck, Trite!
*I become serious and turn to Ame* And as for you, Mr. Ame, I sincerely hope you're fit for work. I can personally guarantee this is your last chance.
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Post by Trite Boig on Mar 7, 2011 22:30:18 GMT -5
*as the elevator door closes, he does a slight happy dance, before realizing something* that means I work for you now?
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Post by BurbankAme on Mar 7, 2011 22:37:58 GMT -5
*I mumble* Fit for work when did that matter. And yea you work for me just don't try to kill me and we'll be fine.
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Post by Trite Boig on Mar 7, 2011 22:41:21 GMT -5
when you left *he answered* things are different now...BL/ind is more cautious on who they want working for them...took me some persuasion to let us in.
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Post by BurbankAme on Mar 7, 2011 23:19:09 GMT -5
Well you're here now. *The elevator stops and I step out. Looking around for my office.* Any ideas what to do first?
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Post by Trite Boig on Mar 7, 2011 23:24:23 GMT -5
*walks out behind Ame...* pay a visit to the zones?
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Mar 7, 2011 23:43:56 GMT -5
*I get back from the city and head to my office. I'm still smiling after my visit to the elementary school - I always love teaching the children about Better Living Industries and how much we help them. They're all so enthusiastic! When I see the permission form on my desk, though, my good mood evaporates. I sign my name, then pick up the phone*
Hello, Information Services? No, thank you, I need to talk with your security department. Yes, that's right, the Intelligence Department. Yes, I'll hold.
*I wait a few minutes, listening to the music. It's the same as what they play in the elevators, and is rather soothing.*
Hello, Intelligence? This is Ms. Sacramento. Mr. Stafford, good to speak to you again! How is your wife? Wonderful, just wonderful. I'm glad to hear that. Well actually, I have a bit of a problem. More of a concern, really. You may have heard of a certain Burbank Ame? Yes, that's the one. Well, he's been rehired, and - yes, I know, I'm not too happy about it either. I don't feel comfortable intervening, however, given the extenuating circumstances. Anyway, I was thinking - - why, that was just what I was going to suggest! We're of a like mind, then. Yes, absolutely go ahead with the office surveillance. You're discreet enough to avoid notice, I'm sure. And do you think you could also slip a tracking device onto him? His gun, perhaps, or - - yes, his identification passcard would work fine as well. How soon, do you think? That quickly? I'm certainly impressed! Thank you ever so much, Mr. Stafford. It's a pleasure talking with you. Have a better day!
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Post by BurbankAme on Mar 8, 2011 16:34:28 GMT -5
A visit *I nod* I like that idea. *I find my office and walk in. I go through the cabinets looking for a uniform or a gun. I find a jacket, a radio, and a new ray gun. I put the jacket on before hooking up the gun holster to my belt. I go and sit putting my feet up on the desk.* You plan on checking up on someone?
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Post by Trite Boig on Mar 8, 2011 16:56:28 GMT -5
*looking at a knick knack, spaced out for a bit, shakes it and realizes that Burbank is talking to him* Hm? *puts it down and looks at Burbank* Checking up? You could say that *paces* In a way I guess I am...
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Post by BurbankAme on Mar 8, 2011 19:45:02 GMT -5
*I sigh bored before getting up from my chair* When you're ready to go radio me. I need to find some food and some money so I'll be around. *I leave the office*
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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.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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