Subtle
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Post by Subtle on Mar 18, 2008 15:20:15 GMT -5
"And another bus full of orphans exploded inexplicably today on their way to school." said the perfectly groomed newscaster in a placid but otherwise nondescript voice "police are baffled by the sudden surge of senseless violence, vandalism, robbery, shop lifting and flag burning that has swept over Santa Suburba in the past weeks."
The newscaster's female co-anchor shuffled her papers and picked up in mid sentence where he left off.
"In unrelated news, new statistics coming in today, the mortality rate of a citizen over a 2 week period has dropped again to a healthy nineteen out of twenty. Mayor Strongaustrian has recently declared the city in a state of emergency and has contracted outside help to increase the safety of citizens. Here is Bob with the weather..."
The screen cuts to another cut and paste newscaster, pointing to parts of a weekly forecast. Seven cut and paste suns are marked for every day of this week, last week, and the coming weeks. He opens mouth, flashes perfect teeth and begins to speak in a pleasant voice.
" Well, Stan, if you think thats bad, look at this heat wave! The city is hot! Its been going on awhile now, and it dosen't seem to have any intention of stopping. Everyone stack up on bottled water and sunscreen!"
The flat screen of the TV flickers and shuts off. The newly made mercenaries had been told to meet in this building, a small room with a long table, everything neutral gray, used for women's groups and AA meetings, a TV and a non-offensive potted plant are the only decorations in the room. It was so void of personality that it was intimidating.
The same annoying looking man was standing to the side of it, buck teeth, and thin, wiry body, a semi formal outfit that was made for a shorter man adorning his body. A tweed blazer, white undershirt and dark green corduroy pants. He runs a nervous hand along his half balding head, shiny with a thin layer of perspiration. He has the look of a man who dosen't normally have any authority.
" You all seem like you know what you signed up for."
He says, eyes raising from the printer paper he was reading from to scan the crowd quickly, before they duck back down.
" As members of the new Outsourced Protection Act Team, you are authorized to use appropriate force to deal with situations of extreme stress in order to save property and civilians. You all will be working together from here on out... it says here that I'm supposed to have us all introduce ourselves to each other."
He smiles nervously and holds the directions to his chest, laughing slightly.
" Well. My name is Nerbert Dwebbler and I'll be your Assistant Director of Social Coordination. What are your names?"
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Post by EJP on Mar 18, 2008 16:44:30 GMT -5
*Tigerwolf was sitting with his arms crossed. This job wasn’t what he usually signed on for but he thought he could use some practice and a reference in his vigilante work. That and it would give him a chance to cause some chaos of his own which he wouldn’t be arrested for, or so he thought. Tigerwolf stood up and uncrossed his arms. He kept his hands down to his sides as he tried to look like he wasn’t going to start any trouble in the room.*
Tigerwolf: “My name is Tigerwolf. I excel in combat and would be best suited more as a Special Forces roll than an investigative one. Not to brag but I have a lot of weapons suited for just about any lethal combat situation.”
*When Tigerwolf stopped talk he sat back down and crossed his arms again. He failed to mention that his past and current work revolved around assassinations mostly and that he had psychic powers. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust anyone, it was just what he believed to be a need to know basis.*
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 18, 2008 19:12:07 GMT -5
The blonde young man to the left of Tigerwolf didn't stand. He didn't even bother to pull his feet off the table, sit up straight in his chair or stop flipping his quarter. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with some nonsensical black chicken scratch on it and light-fabric khaki pants. He looked across the table at the representative nerd. He was one of the chicken wusses he'd rather be spooking and scaring off than be associating with.
"The name's Alphonse," he provided, his accent thick and easily determined as French. "Most of you would consider me as one of the nobody punks you Americans want to get rid of, but you'll quickly find that I don't particularly care what any of you think."
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Mar 19, 2008 11:52:09 GMT -5
From the other side of the table, what seemed to be a giant stood up. With a thundering, yet controlled voice, he went on to introduce himself with a flair of excitment and action.
"¡Hola mis amigos! I am El Grande! Luchador extraordinare! I look very forward to our alliance, and the battles that be ahead! ¡Ellos serán Gloriosos! (They will be glorious)" With that, the eccentric Luchador sat down and remained quiet, awaiting the next person to introduce themselves.
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Red14
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Post by Red14 on Mar 19, 2008 17:01:17 GMT -5
Thomas had been asleep, eyes open and chin inder his hand, it looked like he was actually listening. It had been the word "Americans" that woke him, not because it had any special meaning, just that he was dreaming and that happened to be the next word out of his astral self's mouth, that coincidence is what often causes him to wake from his sleep.
He tried to go back to sleep but the booming voice of the luchador had prevented that from happening. After the wrestler sat down, Thomas realised it was his turn and stood, grumbling the whole way up. "Hey y'all I'm Tom" and just sat down, trying to sleep again, still with his eyes open.
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Post by LotusBlackfire on Mar 19, 2008 23:25:26 GMT -5
Chase stood a few feet from the wall, he was in one of his robotic armors and it made it uncomfortable to sit in a chair, plus the armor he was wearing had tesla coils running underneath the armor and our from the backs of his shoulders which might accidently burn the chair. He stood up straight and talked through his voice changer which made him sound robotic, "I'd rather not use my real name so you can just call me Nemo"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 23, 2008 1:15:27 GMT -5
"A-action Girl..." A young woman in a green catsuit mumbled through her mask when it was her turn, shifting uncomfortably and folding her arms tightly against some non-existent cold. "I think I'm in the wrong room..."
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 24, 2008 1:29:39 GMT -5
A rather fashionable man in shining black and white shoes and a pinstriped suit speaks last, raising a hand to his fedora hat and tipping the rim in greeting. He does not stand, but stays seated, one leg tapping out the beat of a tune they can't hear; before this point he had been absolutely silent, and the rest of the group had been unable to see more than his mouth because of the hat...Now, though, he lifts his head just slightly, enough to see one bright orange eye and the tattoo of a spade at its corner beneath the fedora's slanted rim. His voice is deep and lightly accented, but not enough to immediately distinguish the origin.
"I am Ipati Sokoll. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances, and I look forward to working by your sides. I will most likely be of use in, ahh, stealth procedures, if you will, but I will direct my efforts towards whatever is needed, depending on the situation." He raises one hand towards the ceiling, and nods. "God willing, we will come out of this alive and as close comrades."
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Post by Subtle on Mar 24, 2008 4:09:07 GMT -5
( Now that everyone *finally* posted, I will reply soon in turn. Sorry for the slow start, everyone! I assure you that things will pick up!)
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Post by Subtle on Mar 25, 2008 9:55:45 GMT -5
Nerbert Dweebler smiles at the group before him nervously, running a small hankercheif across his balding head, to dabble off a light layer of persperation. He adjusts his glasses and laughs nervously. His voice cracks as he speaks.
" I'm sure *we'll* all be friends"
He claps a hand over his mouth and then lets out another nervous laugh as his trembling hand reaches down to open up a manila envelope on his desk.
" We don't have any dangerous controversial for you all yet, but we wanted to put you to work, so we have a small highway clean up job for you all. Just picking up some liter on the side. The bus should be waiting..."
He pulls out a stack of fliers and begins to distribute them, each showing how to use a small stick to pick up trash and place it in a plastic bag worn over the back.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 25, 2008 10:58:01 GMT -5
Alphonse took one look at the flier before wadding it up and tossing it back across the room. "You're kidding, right? I'm not going around picking up your trash. We're not some prison convicts looking to do community service."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 25, 2008 11:55:40 GMT -5
Action Girl turned the packet over in her hands.
"I-I'm definitely in the wrong room, but I'd help if I were in normal clothes. Do you know where the drama club meeting is at?"
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Post by EJP on Mar 25, 2008 18:07:33 GMT -5
*Tigerwolf was a bit stunned that he was now been demoted from hitman to trashman. A thought raced across his mind to pull out a gun and shoot this prick in the head. No one in the room would be able to stop him from getting a shot off, not to mention he could also take one of them out being anyone else stopped him. With his arms already crossed he unhooked his shoulder holsters and grabbed onto the handels of his Mark 23s. Then it hit him, maybe this was code for something. He kept his arms crossed with his hands on the handels of the guns while leening back in his chair, trying to look relaxed and calm.*
Tigerwolf: " I hope by trash you mean an armed and pissed off mob or some low life gang bangers or something like that. Because like frog legs next to me, I didn't come her to do community service."
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 27, 2008 2:00:17 GMT -5
Ipati only stares at Nerbert, taking the flier when it's handed to him but never shifting that bright orange eye off of the poor balding man. He doesn't bother looking at the paper, instead setting it neatly down on the table and tapping a finger on the top. "I have to agree with my comrades," He finally says, conveniently ignoring Action Girl but gesturing to Alphonse and Tigerwolf. "As much as I would, ah, love to help this city, I confess that I did not expect it to be in this way. I do hope you jest; I will not suffer such a blow to my pride as being lowered to such an...insignificant...role as litter cleaner."
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Mar 27, 2008 10:03:44 GMT -5
"Si! Mis Amigos bring up very good points. I agree, picking up trash is important, but our skills and abilities can be put to better use. Even Pequeños Criminales (small/ Small time Criminals) deserve attention of El Grande and others." El Grande reasoned, rubbing the top of his head as he read the flyer.
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