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Joseph Leito This statement is a lie. Resident Neo total posts: 3190 since: Jan 2005	Jun 22, 09 at 1:13am ^ Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	Log in to remove this advertisement Some stories show the value of life. Some show the wonders of friendship. Some illustrate the power of love. Some don't. Life is pain, and simply a precursor to death. Friendships are fleeting, disloyal. Love can't save you now. Dust in the wind. The world around us can't last forever. Staying alive is what counts. Everything that begins must end. There are none who are pure. They look out for themselves. Betrayal will come from all around you. Do what you must to survive. *"Get me out of here..."* ------------------ Long, sorrowful noises echoed through a small apartment in central Chicago. The massive data tower outside Xan Darrius's window quivered in the wind, as it always did. Xan's neck itched. He scratched the spot where his data chip had recently been reinserted. The scar there reminded him why the things weren't supposed to come out, but two cars smashing together at two hundred miles per hour have little regard for the safety of their occupants. "Xan, come to bed already. Zena will be home soon, you don't need to sit up all night waiting for her." His wife, Vela, had come into the room wearing a flannel nightgown and fuzzy slippers. Her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail behind her head, her makeup washed from her face. "It's not like her to be this late. She hasn't called or anything." Xan fidgeted uncomfortably in the old, tattered armchair he had claimed as his own. An uncomfortable night indeed. "I'm sure she's fine." The doorbell rang, and Vela ran for it, revealing her shrouded concern. The power flickered. Xan jumped a foot. The power never flickered any more, not since they had switched the plant to cold fusion and run the lines through the ground. The lights flashed off and on. Xan's neck began to itch again, he brushed the feeling off as he searched for a flashlight. His neck suddenly began to burn as he dropped to the floor, unable to move. "Attention." Came a voice into his mind, flowing through the data chip. "All citizens are asked to remain in their homes for the next ten minutes, in accordance with the Civilian Rights Amendment, code 4FA. Remain calm." Xan stood painfully, stumbling to his chair. He scratched his neck violently, ripping his skin in four thin gashes. The power returned. Xan's neck stopped burning. He ran into the entry hall, seeing his wife and daughter on the floor. They both stood in unison, their eyes dull. "Citizens." Came the voice again. "We have now processed code 4FA, integration of the collective interface system. Welcome to your new homes. Report immediately to your local information booth, where temporary processing units will assign you your identification number. Have a pleasant evening." Xan's wife and daughter made for the door. "Wait!" He shouted at them. "Don't you realize what is happening?" The two women exchanged a glance, approaching Xan. With a painful shock in his heart, he knew they were gone. As they approached him, intending to restrain him, he grabbed the two hundred sixteen year-old 1993 Colt revolver from the table by his chair. With tears streaming down his face, two shots rang out in the night... Unheard. ------------------------ "Welcome, brothers." Xan said over a small microphone on the podium in front of him. He clapped, turning on a few overhead lights, illuminating the 20th century tunnels. A group of seven men and women stood in the room, talking amongst themselves, but they were silent as soon as Xan spoke. "Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Xan Darrius, I am a speaker and recruiter for the resistance." He moved the microphone away, stepping down from the podium. "You all know why we're here, but not exactly how this came to be. Allow me to explain. Two hundred four years ago, in 2010, an amendment was added to the Constitution, which was the supreme law of the time. It was called, as you know, the Civilian Rights Amendment. It allowed the government, in times of extreme peril, to suspend certain rights for short periods of time." He paused, gathering his breath. "This amendment progressed over time. Eventually, it became its own document, overshadowing and abolishing the constitution. When the United States of America became the United States of the West, it became the law of the budding world-government. And then it took control of the rest of the world around it, branching our now-obliterated ways of life onto Mars. All of this culminated, five years ago, in 2209. As you know, data chips have been implanted in small children since the early 22nd century, for the ostensible purpose of monitoring life signs and keeping the citizens of the world safe. On November 5th, 2209, they revealed the true nature of these chips. They took control of the minds of nearly every citizen in the world. Including my wife and daughter." Xan paused again, choking back the pain. "How then, are we here, you may ask. The answer is simple. When the chips were activated, the Oligarchy missed one thing. Anyone whose chip had been damaged or replaced in the past six months had not fully uploaded the brain-washing. I, myself, had been in a car crash a few weeks before." Xan touched the scar on his neck, feeling again the lack of chip. "Even then, not all of those who had damaged chips made it out. Aside from the ones who were restrained by their loved ones, many didn't realize what had happened soon enough. Two weeks after the initial switch, all remaining chips were integrated. Only those of us who had removed our chips in that time remained. We now estimate, worldwide, less than ten thousand citizens remain free. Unfortunately, we have not yet discovered a way to de-integrate those who are already joined in the collective, but I assure you, we will soon find a way. And with that, you now understand what, and who, the resistance fights. Everyone on this planet, with the exception of some minuscule percentage, is now part of what we fight. I cannot guarantee that we will win. Even if we emerge victorious, I cannot guarantee there will be enough of us left to carry on the human race. But I, for one, will not stand for the state we have entered. And neither will you, or you wouldn't be here tonight, deep beneath Chicago's streets. Brothers... This is our fight. This is our war. This is our very existence." --------------------------------- As Xan explained, society has become a collective of minds integrated into a core mind. This core mind cannot be hunted down and eliminated. The core mind is made up by all of those linked to it--to destroy it is to destroy every human linked. As you enter this world, you must know a few things. The resistance movement, centered in Chicago, has around four hundred members, estimated to be more than 1/4 of the free population of America and Europe. They fight from old mafia-built tunnels beneath Chicago, using the latest weaponry--21st century guns. You see, wars ended rapidly after the early 21st century, and thus new weapon technologies were not needed. Technology, in fact, has not progressed much at all. The few major advances include cold fusion, which powers everything from a toaster to a bus, and easy space travel--ships launch daily to and from the colony on Mars, arriving within a few hours. The cities of the world have expanded--Tokyo is now the entire country of Japan and has expanded hundreds of miles into the ocean. Los Angeles takes up nearly the entirety of what was the state of California; New York most of the North-Eastern US. London has expanded across the English Channel, into what was France. Only Chicago remains relatively small. But for all this, the population of the Earth is only around five billion--the entire continents of Africa, South America, and most of Asia, were emptied cruelly of their population in the first hours of the takeover. Everyone there simply dropped dead. Australia is a forbidden zone. For any citizen without explicit permission from the Oligarchy to venture there is death. You have two choices. Either you fight for the resistance as a freed ex-citizen, or you help the Oligarchy, an agent with your chip modified to either hunt down the resistance or infiltrate its rank. The choice, and the fate of our society, belong to you. Edit: Jul 01, 09 ------------------- Thanks VERY much to Robert Ninja for the banner! Join the RP today!
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Joseph Leito This statement is a lie. Resident Neo total posts: 3190 since: Jan 2005	Jun 22, 09 at 1:29am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	Character Sheets Name: Age: (I'm going to tread carefully when I say... any reasonable age is acceptable. I suppose, if the backstory can justify it, 16 years-old is fine. However, having a 14 year-old with no justification is grounds for rejection.) Appearance: (Clothing as well.) Side: (Resistance or Oligarchy.) Chip-Removal: (Why was your character's chip damaged or removed?) Alias: (Resistance only, optional even then. More of a public relations thing, to attract the non-brain-washed who are reluctant to join.) History: Other: Weapons are issued by the Oligarchy or used at will by the resistance. Active Characters Neo-Name: Joseph Leito Name: Xan Darrius Age: 28 Appearance: Xan's hair color isn't known, but he dyes it white to maintain a distinctive appearance. He's around 6'1", fairly fit but by no means a muscle-builder. Xan wears black cloth and a hood, earning him his alias. Side: Resistance Chip-Removal: Xan was in a car crash at high speeds less than two weeks before the activation. He had a pane of glass through his neck, and barely survived. His chip had to be replaced, as it was destroyed by the wound. Alias: Snowbird History: Xan lived a fairly normal middle-class childhood in Chicago. His father was a judge, his mother a police officer, but both found time to be with him. He became a stock-consultant, earning a substantial amount of money by the time he was 23. He had feared the activation for his entire life, as his father had believed it was a matter of time. When it did come, Xan was one of the first to fight back, making him one of the eight founding members of the resistance and one of its more charismatic. Other: N/A ------ Neo-Name: Substitute hero Name: Johnathan Vanderbelt Age: 22 Appearance: John is competely subtle in appearance and attitude. He keeps his brown hair somewhat short to keep his eyes free and styling easy. His face isn't all that special either, with a well-formed soft expression, but sturdy features that makes his fitness clear. The only thing that sets him apart is the rippling green and hazel in his eyes, created by an unstable melanin production. He tends to wear jeans he found in a men's outlet store, as well as a grey sleeveless shirt under a black button-up one. The one peice of his life he is sure to have with him is a smooth-edged carved stone on a necklace, strung up and kept safe for reasons he doesn't explain. Side: Resistance Chip-Removal: Although he doesn't say much about it, John was part of a group that removed the chips immediatly, showing obvious surgical precision with the lack of scarred tissue. Alias: Doctor Van History: A student in medical school, life seemed to be going pretty good for Johnathan. He and some friends didn't like the chips, and got rid of them immediately, but he couldn't quite convince his girl friend to do the same. On the night of the brain washing, he quickly escaped with a bit of equipment before locating the others who had taken out their own chips. To this day, he hasn't seen them, nor has he had to deal with his former love yet. Keeping his head low and his voice calm, he hopes to keep it that way, so his life stays simpler. Other: Has good hands, eyes, and the will neccesary to perform medical procedures on limited equipment. Although he doesn't cringe at the sight of a wound, he tries to stay on the medical front, instead of the battlefeild. ------ Neo Name: Hyoren Name: Laura Myno Age: 26 Appearance: Laura appears to be maintaining a healthy weight, and is around 5' 8". Her long, medium brown hair is usually tied back into a ponytail, while a few strands of hair cover the right side of her face. Laura's eyes are a very beautiful shade of dark blue, yet have a sort of loneliness to them. Her fair skinned face is dotted with freckles, which run from her cheek, across her nose, and to the other. Laura often wears a white tank-top with a pair of denim shirt, which come down just above her knees. But no matter what her outfit is, she always wears a black overcoat over it. Her shoes are a pair of white tennis shoes, which appears to be slightly worn out. Side: Oligarchy Chip-Removal: N/A Alias: N/A History: Laura grew up with her parents and older brothers in a duplex in Chicago. When the chips were activated, almost all of her immediate family were being controlled, except for her 2nd oldest brother, David, who had his chip damaged and removed from a fire. He managed to escape, however, and it is assumed he joined the Resistance. Other: Laura's chip appears to be a bit faulty. Every once in a while, it may cause her to attack the wrong person, make her move or say the wrong things, or even cause herself pain. ------ Neo-Name: Robert Ninja Name: Amelia Lucifer Age: 18 Appearance: Immediately striking as modern gothic girl. 5,9ft tall. Wears Tom-boy clothes also mixed with her own customised jacket (which has two long trench-like leads). She has naturally brown hair but prefers to dye it black with white highlights. Her face is rounded with a ‘cute’ young jaw and brightened up by two green eyes. Side: Oligarchy Chip-Removal: - Alias: - History: Growing up around her tough dad Bill, Amelia learned a lot of hand-to-hand combat and received some weapons training from a military man who was a friend of her fathers. At 16 and still mid-training she moved away from home but still keeps in some contact with Bill. Using the same contacts Bill had hooked her up with, she managed to score herself a job in tracking (and sometimes terminating) resistance members alongside local police. She acquired this job close to her 18th birthday. Other: Amelia believes strongly in using technology and tools to enhance her abilities, either through weapons or customised cyber-style armour. As such, she likes the idea of the data chips keeping her vitals under monitor so emergency response to her is not even a second away. However, her intense rebellious attitude is directed away from the idea of the data chips from the very things themselves and thinks nothing of them, even though being a system-down kind of person. This personality clash is the one and only shaky conflict between her and the data chips. ------ Neo-Name: Dragon Tamer888 Name: Terry Fertill Age: 18 Appearance: terry stands at around 5'10, with a head of bright red hair tied into a footlong ponytail. His common attire consists of a black t-shirt, and black jeans. Though he will sometimes wear a black long sleeve shirt during colder times. His skin is a pale white, and he is always seen wearing a necklace made up of a flat rock attached to a shoelace. Side: Resistance Chip-Removal: a rather violent dog he was about to sell to someone as a guard dog attacked Terry. The dog leapt out of its cage the moment terry opened it, and tackled terry to the ground. It was either the tackle itself, as the dog’s head or paw may have run into his neck, or hitting the floor afterwards which damaged his chip. Alias: Beast History: ever since terry was young he had loved animals. It’s because of this that he became a pet store clerk and veterinarian. Though he only took the job to help him get through collage, so he could get degrees in genetics and biology. Other: Terry is usually a calm and mild mannered young man. But don’t let his outer appearance fool you. Terry has been known to burst into fits of blind rage during combat. This, combined with his love of animals, earned him the nickname of "beast" ------ Neo-Name: Harvest Life Name: Fate Waterlilly Age: 24 Appearance: Fate has pleasant facial features. Green eyes, full lips, and even matching eye brows. She has long brown hair that reaches her waist. She always has a flower pin in her hair. The pin is old but it looks like there is really a flower in her hair. She normally wares a pair of black pants and some random Tee shirt. On her feet are a pair of black combat boots. She never wares make-up. She will only use it if she needs to go undercover for some reason. Side: Resistance Chip-Removal: Fate was a professional gymnast and during a performance she messed up on her back hand spring and broke her wrist. Her chip just so happened to be in her wrist and when the bone shattered it damaged the chip badly enough that the doctors had to remove it. The chip had never been replaced. She was realised from the hospital a week before Activation Day. Alias: Black Phoenix History: Fate was born to a very poor family. They struggled until Fate had shown an interest in gymnastics. Once her parents saw how good she was they let her join. Fate also took a little martial arts to cross train for gymnastics. She trained for a long time and during the eliminations for the Olympics she broke her wrist and couldn't compete. When Activation Day came she was visiting her parents at their house. She managed to get out of the house without killing them though. Other: Fate is very agile and very good at hiding. Also she has a fiery temper, wearing the alias, Black Phoenix Edit: Jul 02, 09 ------------------- Thanks VERY much to Robert Ninja for the banner! Join the RP today!
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Joseph Leito This statement is a lie. Resident Neo total posts: 3190 since: Jan 2005	Jul 02, 09 at 12:19am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	OOC: Alright, here we go. Sub, I referenced your character, hope you don't mind. IC: Tick Tick Tick The hand on the clock inched by. Ten. Eleven. Twelve O'clock midnight. Xan worked tirelessly on the small computer set in his room. Still no procedure. He had to find a way to remove the chips, or this was all for nothing. The radio on his desk crackled to life. "Citizens. This is the Civilian Information Channel. Please cease current activities in order to absorb the day's important news." Xan stopped typing for a moment, not out of obedience, but simply out of curiosity. "Today, a deadly criminal was caught. A possible resistance member, code named "White Knight," was captured by police forces in east Chicago earlier this afternoon. After being interrogated, he will be executed in an undisclosed location..." Xan scoffed. White Knight was still very much alive, but hadn't operated out on the streets for a few weeks now. A raid to show his face off would have to be orchestrated to put pressure on the CIC. "...In addition, we have confirmed the identity of the operative code named "Snowbird." After further confirmation, he will be arrested..." Xan chuckled and jotted the blurb on a notepad. That made seven times in the last year his identity had been "confirmed." "...Citizens will be asked to wear the official colors of the Oligarchy tomorrow in honor of Activation Day. As a reminder, these colors are red, green and black..." Xan switched the radio off. He had almost forgotten that tomorrow was "Activation Day." There would surely be parades to crash. But that was a job that could wait. Today had just started, there was no need to worry about tomorrow just yet. Xan brought up his email. He wasn't hooked to the actual internet, of course, they had more secure terminals for that. The Resistance had put up their own network to communicate around the globe. He sent out the normal bulletins regarding the previous day's events, then brought up an email from Dr. Van. A report on another failed attempt to remove the chip from a subject. As usual, even with the newest experimental drug, the subject had convulsed and died as soon as her chip was removed. Xan sighed, turned off his computer, and went to bed. Tomorrow would bring another firefight, another raid for supplies, and who knew what else. ------------------- Thanks VERY much to Robert Ninja for the banner! Join the RP today!
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Robert Ninja Drop Dead Seeketh Maximus since: Jan 2006	Jul 02, 09 at 2:03am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	Just as the CIC news ends, Lucifer switches her headphones back to her usual music – The announcements are not really to her interest, they're not always true and aren't much of a help in tracking down resistance members but she does listen to each and every one of them. After all, it's what the public know - that alone is a good thing to be aware of. She falls asleep with the tunes blaring in her ears and awakes to a large truck beeping in some traffic hiccup just outside her window on the 6th Floor – loud enough horn to stand out in the crashing of her headphones. Slipping on her favourite customised jacket, Amelia grabs her keys and exits her apartment. The New York air is familiar and tacky. Her digital-wrist watch reads 3:47 AM. It's unusual for her to nap and it has made physical note of it with an awkward cramp in her neck for laying cheek-down on her computer desk. She hops on a train and heads to her favourite club, Silver – a till-dawn club that opens at 11:30 PM. However, her first stop is to the local police station where she checks up on her contact, Detective J. James – assigned to each other just last month. “How's the shoulder?” The young woman asks, entering the men's locker room without second thought. “Still a little stiff,” James replies fitting on his work boots after adjusting his tie, “you should knock unless you're a man.” “Any leads?” Lucifer roots though James' locker, checking to find if there's anything worth borrowing. There's not. “Not really, don't need many anyway, there's bound to be some action for you tomorrow at some of the evens that are gonna' be held tomorrow... or should I say today.” She closes the locker for him and leans her back against it with one heel to the steel. “You've got strange hours of work, what is it? Four AM till four PM?” “Look who's talkin'” James gets up and checks his gun before sliding it into his holster, “You don't even have a time table. Anyway, I sorta absorb all the news of the previous day, any investigations with some momentum, then hand that understanding over to the mornin' cops. Keeps things moving.” “Glad I don't have to worry about any of that.” The girl admits, following James through the corridors where they both catch some coffee. “You're a lucky girl, Lucifer. You get to work when you want, where you want and most importantly, how you work... plus all the benefits we have like the cavalry being just around the corner when you call for it." “Yeah but I don't get a Christmas bonus.” She jokes, giving him a wink before taking some ammo out of his office desk drawers. “You're not even registered on an official payroll. You're the new generation of... whatever, the Oligarchy keep guys and girls like you at arms length so you take care of the dirty work – No by-the-book restrictions and completely un-related to the police and Oligarchy in terms of public knowledge and official stuff.” James wheels on his office chair to the window to open it and release the stuffiness. “Ultimately, you're more important because they get people that are F'd up like you, who like nothing more than to track and kill resistance members for the fun of it. Bad thing is, they can get rid of you if you become part of mess you've created... and you'll never get any thanks from the public. All you get is that thick envelope of money I hand you every now and then.” Lucifer stops checking her image in the small mirror when her pay is brought up. “Speaking of which, James...” She gives him the eyes. “Under the plant.” She grabs her pay from under the pot and gives a little kiss on the Detective's cheek before heading for the door with J. James stencilled on the glass. “But I guess that's why you're perfect for the job.” James adds. She opens the door but looks back, “... and why are you the contact for such a perfect specimen? You get along with the young girls, ay?” A smirk forces its way on one side of Detective J. James' mouth. “Go on, get out of here.” She shuts the door tightly behind her. Next stop, Silver. Edit: Jul 01, 09 ------------------- Mouth, Loaded, with-a GUN!
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Joseph Leito This statement is a lie. Resident Neo total posts: 3190 since: Jan 2005	Jul 02, 09 at 2:50am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	OoC: Not saying there's anything wrong with being in NY ATM, but you know the action's in Chicago, right? Also, everyone PM me with your input: Now that we're started, should we let anyone not already in join? Obviously the two who've expressed interest can come in, but beyond that? ------------------- Thanks VERY much to Robert Ninja for the banner! Join the RP today!
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Robert Ninja Drop Dead Seeketh Maximus since: Jan 2006	Jul 02, 09 at 3:06am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	Spoiler: OOC It's up to you if you want more - I personally like lower populations with emphasis user-created characters which are usable by anyone. And yes, I know Chicago is the main place, I wanted some plot to lead to getting there with the possibility of character interaction during traveling. : ) ------------------- Mouth, Loaded, with-a GUN!
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Substitute hero ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES! ...wait... just getting started! total posts: 142 since: May 2009	Jul 02, 09 at 10:14pm ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	"I don't get it", the doctor sighed, closing down his lab equipment after another failed attempt, and a report to the boss, "I removed my own chip just fine, as did my friends, but none of these methods are working on the current chips. Did the Oligarchy wise up and start putting them in more vital spots?" One of his assistants shrugged, assuming it was a question that needed answering, instead of the doctor's odd habit of questioning himself after every surgery. John rolled his sleeves back down, took off the makeshift scrubs, and cleaned up from their latest attempt to remove a chip from a potential joiner. It never went right after his first removal. The specialists on their end were simply smarter and more well-equiped than he was, and that was making his whole research team run into problems. The man known as Dr. Van made his way through the facility and back towards his quarters, hoping to get a bit of sleep before the next day of work for the resistance. It was always a risky spot to be in for him, but with his proffesion and talent, at least he wouldn't be killed on sight. They did consider him a threat, at least, which was why all the man power was being put into slowing his work down, a sign he hoped meant he was getting close. With another empty sigh, the tired man washed his face off and changed into his usual ensemble, a grey sleeveless shirt and jeans, with a black button-up shirt he usually put on in public hanging on the chair next to him. As always, the stone carved with native american designs hung from his neck, even as he layed back on his bed staring at the ceiling that he knew all too well after being here for such a long time. After all, just moving could get him caught, and put his group in trouble. That was the last thing he or the boss needed, so he just stayed in his usual spots and acted according to direct orders. Might as well get some sleep while he had the chance, with another long day ahead of him. Not that he minded, of course, working for a better tommorow surrounded by a group of people he could rely on. Maybe life wouldn't be so bad when and if they succeeded... ooc// No problem, Leito, your intro gave me a springboard to use. I'm not sure how the Resistance lives, though, so I just put him in a vague housing unit. If they all together, or if he has a roomate or something, just tell me and I'll talk about it later. ------------------- CAUTION: User may be the one who's drill will peirce the heavens. +++++ WARNING: Insane poster with god complex may be inhabiting your board
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Harvest Life Has a minor case of serious brain damage ultra seeker total posts: 1315 since: Aug 2008	Jul 03, 09 at 12:29am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	Fate walked got up from her bed and walked to the middle of her room. She slammed her foot on the floor and a trap door opened up. She had somehow managed to con some idiot into building a little underground gym. It wasn't a gym for weight lifting though. She used it as more of a gym for gymnastics. When she shut the trap door she walked down the little wooden stairs. Once at the bottom she took off her shoes and flipped the radio on. Instead of Music she got the worst radio broadcast ever. "Citizens. This is the Civilian Information Channel. Please cease current activities in order to absorb the day's important news." She sat on the blue mat, readying herself for a good laugh. "Today, a deadly criminal was caught. A possible resistance member, code named "White Knight," was captured by police forces in east Chicago earlier this afternoon. After being interrogated, he will be executed in an undisclosed location..." She burst into a fit of laughing. "'Undisclosed Location.' More like we don't have him but we ran out of things to say," Fate said while laughing. Another thing said caught her attention. "...In addition, we have confirmed the identity of the operative code named "Snowbird." After further confirmation, he will be arrested..." She found herself near laughter again. She had seen "Snowbird" the other day. He had also helped her set up the gym. If anyone needed it she would let them use it. "...Citizens will be asked to wear the official colors of the Oligarchy tomorrow in honor of Activation Day. As a reminder, these colors are red, green and black..." She made a noise but listened to the rest of the broadcast. She wasn't mentioned this time. She was mentioned recently because she had stolen some supplies for the Resiance. She decided that it couldn't hurt to practice a bit. After a practice and nearly flying into the stairs Fate trotted back up the stairs, searching for her water bottle. She sat down on her bed and pulled out a laptop. Again another stolen object. She quickly brought up her email and saw no new messages. She decided to send one to Snowbird. Dear, Snowbird. I am just emailing you to make sure you're okay. I don't really believe all that crap on the CIC news but it doesn't hurt to check. Please Reply! From, Black Phoenix She shut her laptop and looked at the clock. It was still early so she changed then went back to sleep. Hoping that today would be better then the last week. -------------------
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Joseph Leito This statement is a lie. Resident Neo total posts: 3190 since: Jan 2005	Jul 03, 09 at 3:14am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	"Clean-up, aisle seven." The intercom went back to playing the horrible modern music as Xan slipped along the back wall of the grocery store. He couldn't be seen, of course, his appearance was well-known and not exactly appreciated by the Hunters, those who took down resistance members. Not to mention they'd recently installed barcodes on top of the data chips, which Xan of course lacked. He stuffed as many cans of various foods as he could into the small bag he carried with him, and made for the door. "STOP!" The clerk behind the nearest counter had pulled a gun. "OH COME ON! A Hunter, here?" Xan dropped the bag at his feet, hit his knee in a crouch, and shot the clerk-hunter gunslinger style. The crowd in the store erupted into a screaming mass as two Hunters revealed themselves from the mob. Xan grabbed the bag and backed out of the store, hitting the button on the com-link shoved in his ear. "White Knight, this is Snowbird. Plan B. Get in here and help me take care of the Ghasts. Plenty of drones in the way, but cross-fire is fine." Xan took cover behind some poor sap's sedan, holstering his pistol in favor of the Thompson SMG hidden on his back. He sprayed the entrance area, only actually catching two civilians, but pushing the Hunters to cover. A tall, muscular man with curly brown hair joined him, carrying a completely un-concealable AK-47. A well placed shot from the White Knight left only one Hunter to deal with. He looked dismayed at Xan's pickings--a small bag full of canned spaghetti and peaches. "That all you got?" He muttered. "That's why we don't do grocery raids often. You know the only point of this was to show of your ugly mug a bit. Speaking of which, we should probably let that Hunter get away if we want to spread the message." Knight nodded in agreement as they backed off and headed back for the tunnels. ------ Xan opened his email. He replied quickly to the few messages checking on his condition, giving the same "I'm alright" he always did, then sent the day's bulletin. Afterward, he began composing the important message to be sent to all resistance members. Fellow Resistance Members: As you know, tomorrow marks the five-year anniversary of Activation day. You can expect there to be parades, fireworks, but most importantly increased security. On this anniversary, don't think of what we haven't accomplished. Remember what we fight for. The Oligarchy can't defeat us, because we're not a true entity. We are an ideal. An idea of freedom, one which will never be absent from mankind. Cause as much trouble as you possibly can. There may be two-weekers, those who didn't get chips removed in time but are still a bit more independent, who might join us should their faith in the Oligarchy be shaken enough. Most importantly, STAY CLEAR OF THE INTERSECTION AT EISENHOWER AND KENNEDY. A massive parade is planned, and I intend to have a little... surprise... waiting for them. As always, remain vigilant. A cause is never lost as long as but one fool stands to fight for it. ~Snowbird Xan fired off one more email tonight, this one to a resistance member named Black Phoenix. BP- You read the big message, right? I need your help for the "surprise." You still have those C4 charges we stole from the armory a while back? White Knight found the perfect place to blow in the sewers to take out as many paraders and Ghasts as possible. Meet me under Eis and Ken intersection tomorrow at noon. ~Snowbird PS: Bring a friend. ------ OoC: Harvest, hold off on the parade part for now, I'm hoping to get an oligarchy player involved with this. White Knight may not be long for this world if we do. Any Oligarchy members who want to have a fight at the parade, go ahead and position your people there. ------------------- Thanks VERY much to Robert Ninja for the banner! Join the RP today!
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Robert Ninja Drop Dead Seeketh Maximus since: Jan 2006	Jul 03, 09 at 4:34am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	Silver is the place to be if one is looking for dark fun. It's a relatively large complex with an upper floor, main ground zero dance floor only accompanied by a 20th century-styled bar – and a basement where most people go to make out or otherwise get up to 'naughty' things. The music is always alternative club and what not. Lucifer pushes her way thought the horde of entranced dancing guys and girls to arrive at the bar and takes a seat beside another one of her contacts, S. Brown. “Knew you'd be here...” he says, playing with his glass of transparent liquid. Lucifer asks for a random energy drink and addresses it rudely to Brown’s tab. “So, what’s the deal, any leads?” “Something like that, seems we've been doing a very good job in getting rid of the resistance,” Brown drops a file on the bar table - barely readable in the flashing club lights and atmospheric, machine-generated steam and fog which covers everyone's legs from the knee down. Lucifer scans the file but fails to be interested. “Whatever,” she tosses the file back at Brown. “It's an order from the Oligarchy to focus attention in specific locations – it also mentions that New York is now low priority... you've taken nearly everyone out, Lucifer.” “Go me,” she swallows some of her drink back and rubs her eyes from its tear-jerking bitterness. “Your name was mentioned,” Brown continues, “seems they want you in Chicago... now.” “Chicago is far, I won't get there in less than a day unless I'm a robot.” The girl spins on her chair and leans her back against the bar, checking out all the dancers. “Listen,” Brown begins to explain, “That new Anti-Magnetism technology for transport, the one not open to the public yet? - It's available to Special Forces units and some S.W.A.T teams with clearance... as well as other specific people linked to the Oligarchy. I got you a pass, here...” Amelia grasps an ID-badge which looks disturbingly like the ones high ranking Oligarchy members use. It has her surname, her picture, a black bar for scanning and a little symbol which she assumes represents the amount of clearance and freedom she has. “Present this at the new station, and that new technology should bring you to Chicago in less than four hours. It's quite amazing – also, James is still your contact but he'll have to be transferred the regular way... until then keep in contact through your PDA.” Both stand up. “What about you?” Lucifer questions. “I've got some things to tie up here. In fact, I have a Resistance member I'm gonna follow to Chicago so I'll probably be as long as James, looks like you're ahead of all of us... and so young, too. You're damn crazy – I bet you don't even care if the Resistance blows anything up... you just want some action.” “And you...?” She throws the judgement back at him. “I guess all I want is pay,” He doesn't look her in the eye anymore. The station is locked down and guarded by armed forces. Lucifer gets in by presenting her new ID as explained. It works so well, not only do the armed forces let her in; they act in a hasty way as if she was of importance. This new ID-Badge, marked -OLIGARCHY- is quite effective. Things are looking up. The train looks freaky but slick. It doesn't take long before it’s on its way to Chicago with Amelia on board. It makes a soothing white sonic sound which really impresses the ears and sparks the imagination of just how fast this thing goes. No doubt armed forces will be using this a whole lot to respond to calls that have sighted more than one Resistance member. Grenades of people thrown at any sighting of the enemy, a real danger to them. Sitting alone in the new transport named 'Magni', Amelia receives a call and patches it to her headphone – head set but wires the video feed to her PDA which fits in to a pouch on her thin legs. James comes up on the screen. “Ah, Lucifer... I should thank you; you scored me a promotion in position.” “Is that so?” She says, trying to keep the camera's view point at a nice direct view on her face. James seems to be in his office as usual. “Yeah, apparently you're gonna be more hooked up with the Oligarchy now - but they didn't want you to feel strange talking to a new contact so they've promoted me to do it for the original guy who just told me everything he knows.” Lucifer crosses her legs, enjoying the sound of the soft leather moving about around her body. She doesn't feel like talking much right now, though – a little bit tired. “Anyway,” James continues after getting no reply, “There's bound to be some action for you all day, midday and night for Activation Day. In fact, I just got a little report here by a lone HUNTER who survived a chance-sighting of some Resistance members raiding some food from a store. An image of a man appears on Lucifer's PDA, replacing James' video feed but not his audio. “This is White Knight, pronounced caught and ready for execution on the last news report - Probably showing his face to mock the CIC.” “Doing a good job, why do they lie so much?” Lucifer asks, getting a little curious as usual. “What do you care? This guy is close to our main lad, though so he's probably out of your reach for now.” James' video feed returns. “How's the cool new Magni train?” “Not bad,” She responds, “don't you get to ride it?” “I do actually, just not got a temporary pass. I'll get the next one when it's bright. You should arrive in Chicago in about two hours – I hear all space travel in that area has been cap'd in case of Resistance infiltration.” “Funny,” Amelia shifts her position, “I thought the Oligarchy wanted nothing more than Resistance members off the face of the planet.” “Only if they're projected right at the sun, having them in outer-earth cities is not healthy at all. I'll let you go; I can see you want to listen to your music.” James finishes as he notices her fiddling with her PDA screen, getting some music up. She ends the audio and video feed and replaces it with some punk music, tugging the all-purpose PDA back into its pouch, wirelessly connected to her headphone-headset combo. She hates naps, but she lies down on her seat and tries to catch some sleep, she may not get much when she arrives. ------------------- Mouth, Loaded, with-a GUN!
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Hyoren pewpewpew high on "N" total posts: 702 since: Oct 2008	Jul 03, 09 at 5:00am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	"SHIT!!" Laura screamed and practically jumped out of her bed, taking her floral blue sheets down with her as she hit the hardwood floor. She laid there for a moment, breathing heavily from the horrible nightmare she had just woken up from. Finally, the frightened woman picked herself off the ground and sat back on the bed. "BRIIIING!!" "... BRIIIING!!" "... BRII-" Laura rushed for the phone on her nightstand and picked it up. As she placed the phone to her ear, she could hear the sound of a radio playing in the background. "Um, hello?" "Hey Laurie! Where have you been, I've been calling all morning." A loud, high-pitched voice asked gleefully. "Oh, I stayed up late last night. I wanted to make some cherry pie for Activation Day, but I kept forgetting to add the sugar..." Laurie replied, remembering herself angrily throwing a cup of salt at her window last night. "Oh, that's why I called you! Are you going to that huge parade down by Eisenhower and Kennedey?" The woman asked. "Melissa, you know I hate crowds." "Oh come on Laurie! It's Activation Day, at least show up for a few minutes!" Melissa begged. "I wanted to shoot off some fireworks-" "Can't you do that later at night? It's no fun during the day." "I don't know..." "Please? We haven't been to any parade since we were 10, and you had so much fun at that one." Melissa begged. "... Alright fine." Laura finally said. "Great! I'll pick you up at 11:00 tomorrow, I want to hang out for a bit before we go." "Sure, I'll talk to you later okay?" "Alright, see ya!" "CLICK" Laura placed the phone back on the cradle and went to make herself breakfast. The nightmare continuously played through her head, making Laura cringe at the very thought of it. 'It's not odd when you have a nightmare... but it's odd when you've had the same one for months...' Laura thought, opening a cupboard full of different cereal boxes and breakfast bars. She quickly grabbed two fruit bars out of one of the boxes and unwrapped one of them, carefully breaking off small pieces and placing them into her mouth. Laura leaned back against the blue-tiled counter-top, her head resting up against the wooden cabinets. 'I'd call a doctor, but the cost would drain my wallet completely...' She began to think, unwrapping the second bar. As she finished them, she threw the wrappers into a plastic wastebasket and walked back into her room to get dressed for the day. ------------------- Role Playing ❀ Feature Role Playing
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Harvest Life Has a minor case of serious brain damage ultra seeker total posts: 1315 since: Aug 2008	Jul 03, 09 at 5:17pm ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	OOC: I don't know that much about explosives so this might be a bit wrong but it's what I found when I looked them up. Fate sat up form her sleep and a second later her alarm clock rang. She quickly shut it off and heard a little bleep noise coming from her laptop. She opened it to her emails and saw that Snowbird had replied and sent out a bulletin. She read the bulletin first. "A surprise eh? This should be good." She opened up the other email and reread it a few times. C4 charges? She tilted her head and suddenly sprang up from her bed. She opened the trap door and ran down the stairs. She quickly located the crate she had put them in and pried it open, coughing slightly at the dust. When she looked inside she saw a bunch of explosives just waiting to be fired. She picked up the plastic covered things and gently placed them in a random backpack. She left them at the foot of the stairs and went back to her laptop. She hit the reply button and started typing. Dear Snowbird, Yes I do have those C4 charges. It took me a little bit to remember that one. You are aware that the enemy will most likely be scouting the parade as it's the biggest one in town. Well it should be fun anyway! From, Black Phoinx She hit send then shut her laptop. She opened up her closet and saw two pairs of black jeans, five paint splattered tee shirts and one yellow sundress. She pulled out a shirt and a pair of black jeans and changed. She decided that it wouldn't hurt to go get a few things from the store. As she walked down the street nobody gave her a second glance, as her appearance was not widely known. She walked into the store and quickly filled up a brown paper bag with some cans of stuff. A few seconds later a guard showed up and pointed a gun at her. She threw the paper bag over his head so it could get out the door. She heard the guard say something but flipped back and landed on one of the shelves. that's when people started to run around in little circles screaming their heads off. Fate jumped onto the other shelf and heard the guard fire. He had really bad aim, it missed her by a mile. She hopped down and heard another shot. She felt a searing pain hit her calf but didn't have any time to deal with that. She ducked down and kicked the guards legs out from under him then took his gun right before kicking him in the face. "You might want to practice with your fighting skills. Oh crap, I forgot to blow out the cameras..." She ran out of the store, picked up the bag that was still on the floor and dashed out of the parking lot. She ran for about a mile until she made it back to her home. That was when she looked down and saw a huge blood stain on her pants. She ripped the one part and saw that the bullet had just skimmed her leg and wasn't exactly embedded. She wrapped it up in some bandages she had in the basement. Then put the food in the cabinets. She decided to eat something five minutes later and decided on caned cherries and a piece of bread. What a wonderful breakfast. -------------------
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Joseph Leito This statement is a lie. Resident Neo total posts: 3190 since: Jan 2005	Jul 03, 09 at 6:51pm ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	The Parade The Exciting Force There was a lot of cheering coming from the streets above. Xan's footsteps echoed through the damp sewers beneath Eisenhower, following an arrow on a mildly out-dated navigation system. The Hunters above seemed oblivious to the ease of navigating these sewers--they were completely unguarded. Xan and his companion, White Knight, arrived beneath the intersection around 11:30. The parade hadn't actually started yet, but they could hear the commotion from the streets above. Xan began to mark the locations for the C4 on the walls and ceiling of the tunnels in a white chalk. "Snowbird, that you?" A feminine voice whispered from a few yards away. "Phoenix? Good, you're early. I think the parade's about to start. Got the C4?" The woman who had just arrived threw Xan a small backpack stuffed with plastic explosives. Xan tossed a few to White Knight, and they began planting. ------ Two police cruisers led the parade down Kennedy. They were followed by dozens of floats, showing off everything from the latest Fusion cars to cartoon versions of the leaders of the Oligarchy, graciously tossing candy to children. Bands marched in ranks with soldiers, now branded Hunters with no wars to fight. The crowds cheered as they'd been programmed to. Only one person in the mob was silent. "You sure about this?" She whispered over her radio. "Everything's fine. We blow the joint and go home, nothing difficult. Relax, Scarlet." She looked around, backing into a small alleyway and heading for the nearest manhole. She couldn't get to the Resistance tunnels easily from here, but the sewers were close by. *BOOM* Just as the parade's middle was in the intersection, the explosion tore the street apart, sending chunks of asphalt flying into the screaming mass of civilians. Those Hunters in the parade that survived the blast unscathed scrambled to their feet, attempting to maintain order. A half-block away, Xan, Fate and the White Knight emerged from the sewers discreetly, heading into the chaos. ------ OoC: Let the battle begin. Don't forget, no killing PCs without consent. ------------------- Thanks VERY much to Robert Ninja for the banner! Join the RP today!
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Robert Ninja Drop Dead Seeketh Maximus since: Jan 2006	Jul 03, 09 at 11:11pm ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	Lucifer awakens to her PDA beeping. Not a message but in fact a quick alarm she set just in case she over-nap'd on the Magni. She rises and dusts off her leather before exiting. The station in Chicago doesn't look as clean as the one back in New York but there is a lot more security though they seem to be standing in circles with coffee, obviously taking a break. Her watch reads 8:01. The parade starts at half nine and proceeds through the main roads and parks until three o clock but after that other non-official events start up and at night there's fireworks. Lucifer spots and reigns in a Taxi which takes her through the perfectly squared style of main roads that are common throughout the US but Chicago, despite its population and activity, holds onto its 'clean' look. On the roads, at least – Though they may not be clean for much longer when things get more active. She orders the driver to take her to common places so she can get a feel of the area. She gets lost easily but has good instincts that make up for that. 9:28. She leaves the vehicle and arrives at the starting point of the parade, Rulm Street. Everyone's getting their showcase ready and she gets herself past the barriers by flashing her new badge to the security guard who reacts at sonic speed to let her through. She snoops around at the cars and such that will be travelling through the streets. Quick inspection shows no obvious bombs and everyone seems legit – But there's going to be action, no doubt about it – Hopefully not ALL firearms combat, some close quarters would be nice for Lucifer to meet the local Resistance, she may be here a while tracking them. That on mind, she'll need to rent an apartment by the end of the night, but that's for later. Exiting the roads, which are now being occupied by the now activated parade, she scouts the surrounding buildings and streets. She finds a road that looks open to attack, steals a performers trampoline and places it behind the crowd close to the entrance of high enough residential building. The HUNTERS and other performers are out of sight around the corner but should be arriving soon. The building now cap'd by a trampoline has an elevator but Lucifer uses the stairs just in case, to get to the roof where she stands quite openly to view. Some local security eyes her from afar but relax when they notice who she is. She tunes her headphones to the police frequency and absorbs the information they're sharing. All clear for now – nothing of use so she pushes her headphones to hang around her neck. Licking her lips, she awaits the arrival of a call alerting to Resistance activity. The sun picks the worst time to blind her as it peaks over the horizon of buildings just as the parade turns to her road. She sticks on a pair of durable and well-fitted sunglasses to tackle the lens-flare effect in her eyes. As she begins to relax within the height and safe feeling of being above everything, her long coat lightly dancing in the wind, there's a strong rumble, then a flash. BOOM Then the rumble turns to a blatant rupture in the foundations of the street. Nearly throwing her off balance and to a sore fall, Lucifer manages to regain her balance and concentrates on what's going on. The road in the middle of the street rips apart and collapses, but only the centre – the rest of the road crackles and a lot of objects are destroyed. No doubt lives are lost... however a few HUNTERS seem to be trying to regain control of themselves, climbing out of the wreck into as much of well formed battle position as possible. The dust from the explosion blinds the main blast area but only irritates the eyes and lungs slightly in the surrounding area. Agent Lucifer clicks her shades to form into a hybrid of sunglasses and goggles, keeping her eyes shielded from any air born debris. She puts one side of her headphone to her right ear and tunes to the local reports. “We've got a situation on Prince Street, uh – Kennedy, over.” “Squad #2, confirm your status please, over.” “This is Squad #2, confirm – explosion in visual range – setting down defensive guard around blast location, over.” “Confirm, local police taking distant positions on 40th Street, over.” “Orders from Oligarchy, do not engage or approach blast location just yet, danger is still prevalent, over.” “Confirm,” “Confirm,” “I've got what looks like... three possible suspects approaching blast location – not engaging, just off the corner of... uh... shoulder of main road, neck of Rulm Street, over.” Lucifer drops the headphones again over her neck and quickly focuses her eyes down to street level where, left of her position. “There you are...” She mutters to herself. Three distinctive characters arrive right on cue, one with noticeably white hair. Lucifer tries to get a look at their faces but her eye sight isn't good enough to see that far. She wishes she could at least see what they're wielding, melee or firearms... if any. She doesn't move - instead lets them come closer to the street so she can make a more informed decision on what to do next. She presses her palm against her waist, making sure her gun is there – though she doesn’t want to use it at all. ------------------- Mouth, Loaded, with-a GUN!
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Joseph Leito This statement is a lie. Resident Neo total posts: 3190 since: Jan 2005	Jul 04, 09 at 3:07am ^ re: Alt-F4 (M) (PM) (Started, Still Accepting)
	Xan was armed. To say the least. He had a P90 strapped to his back, three or four pistols on his belt, another two on his legs, and a few contraband concussion grenades for good measure. White Knight carried a similar array, only with his more characteristic AK in his hands. The two of them split from Fate, opening fire into the groups of Hunters and Drones. "Knight, you noticing what I'm noticing?" He shouted over his shoulder. "I'm noticing they're hesitant to move in. They must think we're not done blowing their shit up. Ah well, makes this easier!" Xan dove behind a huge chunk of asphalt, firing around the corner with a spray of lead. "Snowbird, RUN!" His radio screamed. "Scarlet? What's going on?" "Xan, they've got special agents in the fray! I just hacked the personnel file, they've got one transferred in from NY and a domestic, and they're within spitting distance of us!" "Alright, relax. You get back to the tunnels. Knight and I can handle anything that comes our way." Xan glanced over at Knight, who was prone behind another chunk of Eisenhower. Knight was holding his own, so Xan took the time to hurl a grenade over his barrier, catching a small group of Hunters. Hell broke loose. Two jets screamed overhead. A military helicopter followed, landing less than a hundred yards from Xan's position and letting off a squad of real soldiers. OoC: Any Oligarchy peeps who want to can come off that heli. ------------------- Thanks VERY much to Robert Ninja for the banner! Join the RP today!
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