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Post by Jake Pheonix on Aug 14, 2008 20:05:58 GMT -5
Phoenix practiced with his weapon and accidentaly sliced the tv antenna
(You never activated your account. You're not even supposed to post if you don't activate it. same thing as last time, don't do it, warning. longer you wait, more chance of ban. -DZ)
(Edit from Clockwork: Please activate your account. Also, please make your posts longer, they're crappy, no offense, excuses form main thread posts. Usually, 2-3 sentences are good.)
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Post by Anthony "Clockwork" on Aug 16, 2008 10:00:26 GMT -5
I open the door and walk in. As I turn to close it, something doesn't seem right. The temperature in the room was fine, the drugs I was carrying were fine, what could be wrong?
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Post by Danielle Amsale Wren on Aug 17, 2008 11:22:18 GMT -5
The sercurity guard was just getting to sleep when she heard a noise. She jumped awake and crept carefully over to the noise. She saw the offender and said "Stop, in the name of the law!"
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Post by Jake Pheonix on Aug 18, 2008 20:09:42 GMT -5
Phoenix tried to put the anntenna back together. he looked around and found some duct tape. he grabbed it and taped around it.
"there we go hope no one notices its broken"
the anntenna fell and phoenix frowned
(Clockwork: Exelent!)
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Post by Anthony "Clockwork" on Aug 19, 2008 2:36:46 GMT -5
Turning into the room, the first thing I noticed was the overly-loud television. I could barely even hear my own thoughts as it continued it's rage of overly-loud noise. Shaking off the slight headache generated by the terrible sound, I carried on into the room and handed the bag of poranium-cocaine mix to my costumer. He smiled and signed "thankyou" to me and I returned the favor by mouthing a "your welcome" to him.
I turned around and left, the money had been pre-paid, so I didn't need to shake anyone up on that matter.
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Post by Jake Pheonix on Aug 19, 2008 11:27:08 GMT -5
Phoenix remembered his target when his cell phone started vibrating. the vibrating code for him was his target was getting close. he pulled it out and saw him heading for the door
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Post by Anthony "Clockwork" on Aug 20, 2008 9:15:39 GMT -5
I carry on, on my way out whistling a small tune along my way. I had just finished my daily runs and it was time to rest. I could, possible, have made almost $500 dollars today, quite a load. A fat wad of cash will put anyone into a good mood, especially me.
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Post by Danielle Amsale Wren on Aug 20, 2008 20:10:46 GMT -5
Danielle caught up with the offender. He was one with a weapon. The offender was a foxhound assult unit member. The sercurity guard said "Fix the t.v. you broke, or you're going to jail!" The sercurity guard then drew out her pistol given to her by ORC. ((Ooc: I got this when I first signed up.))
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Post by Anthony "Clockwork" on Aug 21, 2008 2:51:18 GMT -5
(It's not a problem. You're a security guard, you get one no matter what.  I continue my journey home and a whistle a happy little tune, then I notice some police on the same sidewalk as me and quickley get into an alley. They, most likely, had no idea of my activities, but I didn't want to take a chance. |
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Post by DarkZodiac on Aug 22, 2008 2:06:37 GMT -5
DZ had apparently dozed off.
The screen above him was still sifting through ORC communiques, though the time stamp on them was several hours later.
He patted through his pockets, looking for his cigarettes. He found them and took the last one out of the pack and lit it up, crumpling the pack and throwing it across the room to deal with later.
He pulled out a coat and opened a hidden door in the wall, leading to a perch of sorts, and took off into the skies, heading into town to buy another pack of cigarettes.
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