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Post by Jake Pheonix on Aug 22, 2008 7:27:55 GMT -5
"ya dont you think i tried to fix it?"
Phoenix held his weapon ready to strike...he would strike at the first sign of weakness.
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Post by Danielle Amsale Wren on Aug 22, 2008 17:22:05 GMT -5
The guard fired at Phoenix. She fired at least 50 times in the chest. Blood was over the offender's chest and body. "You have to pay 1,000,000 dollars for the damage, and then I'll leave you alone." She said as the guy was about to get up again. He was very strong.
(ok, i'm going to have to interrupt here. 1) no pistol can hold 50 rounds 2) 1 million dollars is a ridiculous amount of money for a simple antenna, and 3) if you fired into someones chest 50 times, they probably wouldn't even HAVE a chest left. Also, get an avatar and activate your account, or i'm not allowing you to post in the storyline. standard procedure. -DZ)
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Post by DarkZodiac on Aug 22, 2008 17:50:03 GMT -5
Ignoring what seemed to be a one-sided-firefight on the rooftop of a hospital, I land a few meters away in a deserted alley, using an old Spatial distortion trick that hides his wings in public (its fairly complicated, yet easy. In essence, the wings are still there, but in a different plane of existance all together. Explaining it completely to people who can't do it just gives them a headache.)
I walk out of the alley, and across the street into a small specialty store. I hand the man behind a counter a wad of cash, telling him I'm here for the "normal".
The man hands me a carton of cigarettes, a small package, and a couple letters.
As I turn to leave the man calls after me "Nice doing business with you, DZ. See you later."
I wave lazily back at him, releasing the distortion i had in place at the mouth of the alley, and then take off again heading back towards ORC headquarters.
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Post by Jake Pheonix on Aug 22, 2008 23:12:05 GMT -5
Phoenix got back up and struck back hitting the gun out of the hand of the gaurd with his sword then held it to his neck
"go ahead fire at me one more time. we'll see whos hurt"
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Post by Anthony "Clockwork" on Aug 23, 2008 2:13:54 GMT -5
I sit in my tiny apartment and light up a cigarette. Times were good today. Nothing went wrong and everything went right, can't ask for anything more.
As if created specificall to ruin my day, I hear gunshots outside.
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Post by DarkZodiac on Aug 23, 2008 2:55:53 GMT -5
Back in my room in orc headquarters, I open a new pack of cigarettes and light a new one up.
Glancing over at the package lying on my bed, I grab it and the letters. I already knew what was in the package, of course, so I opened the letters first. They were the normal, reports on the effectiveness of Project Chameleon.
Still reading the reports, I kick a nightstand, which (I have no clue why this happens, but I've gotten used to it) turns on the comm system on top of it on. I told the person on the other side to send someone here really fast.
about 5 minutes later, a young soldier walks in and I hand him the package, telling him to take it to Dr. Ikani.
"If he asks what it is, just say its the thermoptic camouflage that our headquarters near old Prague has been developing."
The soldier left, and I flopped down on my bed.
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Post by Shino on Aug 24, 2008 14:14:16 GMT -5
((um...is this first person or third person?))
Rich left Mannak's office through the emergency air duct once it appeared the commotion was done. He ended up on the dividing street in Citizen's Army and Lynx Unit territory. He hear shots fire off in the distance, and then proceeds through the sewer to his home.
(Doesn't matter much. I myself switch between the two every now and again. -DZ)
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Post by Anthony "Clockwork" on Aug 26, 2008 11:59:07 GMT -5
Anthony got up and looked out his window. Everything seemed fine, so he returned to his bed. What a good day, everythings gone right...at least so far.
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Post by Shino on Aug 26, 2008 21:13:59 GMT -5
He entered through the main door, a half finished droid brought him a folder.
"Damn. Looks like he fucked up man." Zeke looked up, and then looked right back down again.
"I thought I told you not to bother me," he slapped the air, and his hallucination evaporated and reappeared in the same spot.
"You know, you can't really get rid of me that way. Its gotten so bad that you can't even will me away," the "ghost" laughed a bit, and walked with him towards his main table. "You know, you should try.."
"YOU SHOULD TRY SHUTTING THE HELL UP!" Zeke punched the air, and then sat down. "I don't have time for this, I have to straighten this mess out." He picked up the phone, and called Agent 61. He got the voice mail. "Do you bother checking your mail." He hung up after the abrupt message, and paced around the room for a while.
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Post by Anthony "Clockwork" on Aug 27, 2008 1:38:21 GMT -5
Anthony lit up a mary jane joint and began to puff smoke off and on. Things were good now. The world seemed to have no problems what-so-ever. Anthony officially loved the world for what it was. For now, the world was beautiful.
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