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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Aug 26, 2016 20:54:10 GMT
~Dr Clueless~ As Clueless eyes slowly opened a flashing light and an alarm where blaring aloud "proximity alert at entrance 3, proximity alert at entrance 3" a robotic voice sounded through out the lab, sitting up in his chair "'groan' Qbot!, get the door" Clueless shouted as he made his way to the elevator as he walked into it he turned his head to a screen that showed the view of outside the entrances to the lab from Heartaina, looking at the screen he tried to focus on the section that was showing the area to entrance 3 there was someone there but he couldn't make out who it was, as the elevator ascended the Qbot opened the door to see who it was " YOU ARE IN DIRECT VIOLATION OF PENAL CODE 1.13,SECTION 9" the Qbot said, the postwoman who was at the other side of the door was holding a package and looking up at the Qbot "er i have a package for..." she was saying before the Qbot interrupted with " YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY" as it turned one of its hands into a plasma saw, the post woman went a shade whiter as the plasma saw came closer to her face, the elevator came up just in time as Clueless looked over at the open door and saw a woman holding a box "simmer down Qbot, ill handle it from here" he said tiredly as he walked over, the post woman let out a sigh of relief as the Qbot put away the plasma saw and turned away from the door "ok 'huff' so i have a package for a... Mr Mark?...yeah Mark" she said looking at her note pad and then the box, Clueless holding onto the door flipped his hair back "erm yeah thats me" he said, the post woman pulled out a tablet and styles and handed it to Clueless taking the tablet he signed it with a "?" and gave it back to her, "thank you?" she said being hesitant to give him the package after looking at the signature "what? my name was Question Mark in high school now gimme my package" Clueless said holding out his hand, "oh ok then" she said as she gave him the package
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Post by LHudson on Aug 27, 2016 21:27:39 GMT
CLAUDIA KRAMER "Of course." Claudia started her walk, but needed to enquire. "It's just that someone touching me without consent can be ground to prosecution, but what is more concerning is what happened afterward." "Pretty sure you would agree with me when I say that the health of everyone is on equal to the safety of the investigation. After all, you'd rather deal with one investigation than dealing with one and opening another in regards to someone possibly dying. She had some shakes before collapsing, and I don't know if she disclosed her condition upon signing up." She called the elevator. "I've read her file before she was appointed, but if this is something that is not disclosed then we might not be ready in case it happens again, in the rare chance she collapses again." It arrived, and she turned to Miss Chase. "Would you recommend we have a medical team on standby?"
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 28, 2016 1:25:13 GMT
Oren looked at the house that held memories; the ghost walked in and out the door, smiling so cheerfully like they were all back together again. But it was all lies, there were no good memories left; Sienna, dead; Alice, Missing; Oren, Living. It was a place that held ghosts that tormented him. But when he attempted to destroy the building he faltered, his powers falling and him along with them. He couldn't do it, it was impossible. Oren was being foolish, he knew that but he couldn't stop himself. He was a train out of control, a tram going wild. As he lay there on the cold, hard concrete, he felt ill and plagued with regret.
Alex had gone outside to smell the fresh morning air, the cold crispness reminded her of Scotland. From the little porch, she looked over to the house of Kevin's, the nice guy she had met the other day. As soon as she saw what looked like Kevin lying on the ground, she left the porch and ran towards him. "Hey, you okay?" She called out as she got closer, anyone lying on the ground wasn't in a fit state.
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 28, 2016 13:52:50 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning "No, don't worry about the medical team," Elizabeth's expression was stony, to say the least, "Are you trying to tell me about the requirements for prosecution? If so then I will have to quite forcibly inform you that if you're trying to put a case against Ms. Johnson for touching you, then you'll find you wasted both your time, and money." She was going to continue; to inquire as to how Ms. Kramer could possibly have 'read her file', despite the undertones of nepotism; the DA had her doubts that she could even be allowed access to such information. However, she decided to table that remark, as the two had more pressing matters to attend to, but by no means would she forget what had transpired here. For now, she stood in the elevator; awaiting her destination.
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Post by t00bz on Aug 28, 2016 15:58:36 GMT
The Red Racer The Red Racer gathered their things and sent a message to Starlass via phone, Leaving your parents with Compound at one of my garages, address attached. Have own work to do. Urgent. -Red RacerThe Racer put their phone away and got into the Crimson Comet. And, with a silent nod to Compound and Starlass's parents, headed back to their main garage in Heartania itself. It was on the outskirts of the city, and it was an older building than the other garages they had control of. While the building appeared to be more run down, it also had more tools inside which allowed the Red Racer to do so much more there than in the other garages. However, when they returned to their main garage, they weren't particularly interested in modifying their car. They walked over to the garage office, and looked at a rolling whiteboard. The side facing the office had pictures of each of the Ravagers taped to it, and information on each member written in scribbles under their pictures. Reaver was at the very top, and lines branched out to the other members from her. The Red Racer took a long look at the information, then spun the whiteboard, so the side with the Ravagers would face the wall, they had a new, short-term project for the time being. The Racer began taping up pictures of the Tower's more important personnel, printing their pictures and dossiers from the Tower's database, clearance courtesy of Sarah Elliot. Argent Mind, Starlass, Sonar, Compound, Nimbus, the Kinetic Warden, Lady Magnet, Klondike, Sanator Hippocratia, Frequency, Dominic Elliot, and Sarah Elliot. They finally looked at the whiteboard. They immediately marked a small red "x" under Starlass, Dominic, and Sarah. Then they began reviewing what they had on the others.
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 28, 2016 17:51:44 GMT
"I just want to go back to base..." Her voice wavered, she wasn't feeling well, a little sleep would do her well right now. Lucy looked up at Snowflake, a desperate look on her face, "Please, mum doesn't look to good."
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Aug 28, 2016 19:30:43 GMT
-Joltz- Turning back around and going back into the shop the owner tripped over and slammed his back on to the wall, still walking in she quickly turned and bent over to pick up her jacket "there we go, ok bye now!" she said as she threw the jacket over her shoulder and skipped out of the door, putting her jacket on she looked around "Hmm now what to do..." she said as she looked around one of her thoughts popped up to have a word 'you could always find Reaver and the others?' the other one also chimed in with her thoughts ' Screw them we should cause more havoc like i dunno...maybe kill that guy?' it said pointing at the shop owner stepping out to assess the damage of his shop, putting her hand on her chin and narrowing her eyes she wondered if she should do it "Hmmm... tempting, but maybe Reaver has more fun things to do..." she said as she saw the man struggling to lift up the frame of the awning
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 28, 2016 19:57:23 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake glanced back and forth between the two of them, then looked around them to make completely sure there was no one around or any keen eyes watching. With an annoyed sigh she placed one hand on Inferno’s shoulder and the other on Lucy’s, though it was more as a way to guide them in the right direction than to calm Inferno down. “Alright then, this way.” It didn’t take long before they reached the base and equally as swift entered through the door. Snowflake wanted to get going as soon as possible; she felt that every second she waited was a second given to Crimson and his scheme to get away from her- or whatever made him go underground. The two Colt’s in each of her jacket pockets only added to the feeling of urgency, so when the three of them finally were inside the hideout again Snow pointed Lucy to the direction of the living area and left them to have some quality time of their own. She swiftly got out and found her own means of transport into the city, not even giving the Ravager’s hideout a last glance as her mind was set on one target and one target alone; to find the bastard who undoubtedly faked his death again.
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Post by VirtueNco on Aug 29, 2016 5:03:45 GMT
>> SONAR << Johnny looked down over the edge, avoiding eye contact. He could hear Natasha's heartbeat, and, listening to it quicken ever so slightly, he smiled his first genuine smile since yesterday's battle. "I'm staying here, don't worry," his normal sarcastic tone tinted the words for a second, before he became serious again, "There'll be too many memories back home now anyway." Johnny leaned back, his hands behind his head comfortably as he lay down on the concrete helipad. He blew gently upwards to get a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes, his vision catching the drip Nat had by her side. "Hey, once you've recovered, let's go for a drink. I could use a bit of mind-numbing."
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Post by Adam on Aug 29, 2016 22:10:31 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Heartania | Leo's Gym
2nd December 2063 | Morning The first punch caught him off guard, he resisted. The second punch, already dazed and hurt, Jay embraces, staggering back. The left hook immobilised him, beating the air out of his lungs - winding him. He lurched, taking in a deep breath but was simply flagging to find his breath. Jay called the match, spluttering and he doubled over. "Wow..." he groaned in pain with a smile, "You're stronger than you look?" He tilted his head up to look up at Haley, her standing there - accomplished, "You should come here more often and put a few more assholes in their place, haha."
ANOMALY | Rory Cross Heartania | The Tower
2nd December 2063 | Morning "Alf." Rory said plainly, greeting him. The man was old, much older than he'd remembered. It'd been nine years since Rory had last spoke to Alf - face to face. He'd observed the great and magnificent Argent Mind from afar, kept tabs on the old man, but had mostly stayed out of his way. Regardless, he looked strong; tired and worn, but his light still lit.
BACKLASH | Mason Vance Heartania | Highrise
2nd December 2063 | Morning Mason smiled, "Hm." he tapped the side of his nose with his index finger, "No, I'll spill all the details soon enough, I just have to work it out for myself first."
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 29, 2016 22:33:40 GMT
"Funny thing is I don't see any arseholes here right now." Haley replied a little breathlessly, a rye smile spreading then cracking on her face as worry set in. "Are you okay? I hit a bit harder than I should have.."
If she was strong today it meant she was hungrier than she thought. Hadn't the slew of little meals earlier curbed it? When was the last time she had helped someone in an instantly life changing way? Too long it seemed. And here sat a burning desire. No she should leave it alone fulfilling deep desires too often led to blood, but still he was interesting.
Leo was beaming up at them watching the footage back with the ever blank Jerry and laughing in appreciation. He would be easy to get good answers from in a bit but right now she was more worried about Jay in front of her as she stripped off her gloves as best she could in an awkward way.
"Look for this I owe you, this was too much to put anyone through for some background shots. Anything you desire as thanks, just ask me for it."
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 29, 2016 22:38:43 GMT
ESTEBAN VARGAS | WARLOCK Heartania | The Forge 2nd December 2063 | Morning Right hook. Left hook. Knee. Headbutt.Esteban couldn't sleep much; plagued with a physcological hangover from the previous battle. He knew many others would also be experiencing something similar to what he was, but where they would be stricken by a tragic death, or overcome by some life warping injury; he only carried the simple burden of feeling useless. Headlock. Gut punch. Gut punch. Gut punch.Though it helped to wail on the training dummy he had managed to recover from what seemed to be a makeshift storeroom, it didn't eradicate the notion that Warlock had done next to nothing to aid the people of Heartania within the span of two months. He allowed himself to be kidnapped after he and his twin sister first arrived in the city; he let his savoir disappear; he watched as his mentor died, and when the city needed him most, he didn't do enough. He had failed. Failed himself, failed his new home, and in doing so, failed his sister. Twist. Snap. Throw.LENA GARDNER | LEVIATHAN Heartania | City Centre 2nd December 2063 | Morning THUDSweating a little from the brow, Lena began to breathe rapidly, her eyes low with exhaustion mixed with relief at the task she had now completed. She looked on at more than a dozen boxes, scattered across the main lounge area of the apartment. Smirking with a sense of achievement, she dusted off her hands, and then confidently placed them on her hips. I need a drink. She strode over to the other end of the room, where an open kitchen was located; eagerly opening up the refrigerator when she was within range. "Jesus fu-" with an exasperated sigh, Lena slammed the fridge door shut. Not even a pint of milk. Disgraceful. Guess I'll have to kill the owner when I leave.Still determined to have her reward, the contract agent returned to the container where her throwing knives were originally retrieved; this time pulling away the bed of green silk to reveal a hidden compartment. Opened from the right spot, it revealed an appetising collection of rare and expensive liquors, alongside crystal pairs of shot glasses, tumblers, and more conventional liquid containers. Forcibly stopping her eyes from widening with temptation, she instead pulled out her phone once more. CLYDE IRWIN | KINETIC WARDEN Heartania | Highrise 2nd December 2063 | Morning Clyde narrowed his eyes, poised to retort in his typically curt manner, until he stopped himself. Mason wasn't his sidekick anymore, he didn't even go by the Deputy. He may not have liked the younger man's reluctance to spill, but that was his prerogative. "Fine," he folded his arms as he asserted, "You know how to contact me if you need me. Try not to get yourself killed, Scarlet City still needs you once all this is done."
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 29, 2016 22:58:39 GMT
- Dave, the Writer - At Heartania's hospital (I’ll skip forward a bit in this post, just ignore it ) When Dave came to again, this time finding himself lying in a white clean bed in what could only be described as a shared standard hospital room, he felt as if a hurricane had went on a rampage inside his head. A curtain disclosed him from his surroundings except the drip standing next to his bed until a sweet nurse with a hardened expression pulled it aside slightly and checked on him in a hurry. “Good day, how are you? “Awful-“ “Well you would be with that bump on your head, wouldn’t you?” She walked over and checked the drip swiftly before pulling the curtain even more to the side, revealing another bed post right next to Dave. A midnight blue long coat laid on it, as if it had been dumped there by mere coincidence by its owner. “Have you been hearing any voices inside your head?” “Err, no.” “Good,” the nurse glanced over at the other bed post with a frown, “call the bell if you do. You’re lying next to a comatose telepath.” Dave’s eyes widened slightly as he carefully tilted his head towards the bed which earlier was out of sight behind the curtain. In it laid a petite and weak looking Afro-American woman with short, black unruly hair and an oxygen mask covering the lower half of her face. There didn’t seem to be anything special about her except the amount of instruments surrounding her, among them a heart monitor which gave off a low beep every now and then. Of course Dave had to inquire. “What happened to her?” The nurse gave Dave an expectant look and it was only now that he noticed she hadn’t said anything for the past few seconds. If he were to make a guess he would think she wanted him to ask; a thought which was very much confirmed as she leaned over to fluff his pillow and lowered her voice. “You know the woman who got stabbed in Altitude Apartments? Next to Nightingale Towers.” ‘Altitude Apartments? But- I live there!’“Actually-“ “That’s her. We don’t know who she is, but she barely survived the surgery- actually,” the elder woman smiled and went over to check on the woman, “my sister lives in Riversun View only a block away from Altitude Apartments. She swears she’s seen Hattie Bellcrest go into that building several times. It’s the kind of place celebrities would live, I guess.” At the mention of Hatty’s name he furrowed his eyebrows and mumbled to himself; he could feel the same dizziness from earlier starting to make him drift away again. “Hattie?” “You know, the red haired news anchor on HNN. She’s taking the major news reports nowadays.” “Yes I do..” inside Dave’s head the world started spinning again, so he rested his head back to get some support while he only whispered the last words, “know her…” The nurse glanced back at him with a smile and pulled the curtain disclosing him from the rest of the room back in its place. She then turned her attention back to the woman with beautiful mocca skin, checking that the instruments were in order before she glanced at the midnight blue trench coat and then the black hooded cape and indigo face mask lying on the seat next to it (which Dave had failed to see). It really made her wonder; what had happened back at that apartment? But as always, the nurse’ mind was too preoccupied to even give this question or any other for that matter a second thought as she rushed on to the next patient.
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 30, 2016 22:49:28 GMT
"Cooking is comparably as hard as when we we building snow men yesterday." L replied after a moment of thought. "You set out with a design in mind, a list of components that you need then you combine them in the best way you can to fit that design. The design can be simple like a sandwich with only bread and ham or a snow ball with two twigs in."
"Or it can be complex like this many tiered rainbow cake." L clicked on the video that was playing making it larger on the laptop screen."
She liked to watch the baker swirl the cake at the end their steady hand creating careful patterns as they swung their creation in a twirl. She loved it. The whole act of creation, the thought process, the effort and calculations then repeating the movements again and again till perfection was reached. This was her calling.
"The big difference is with a snowman you always have to have some snow but with cooking you can use any number of edible substances you can think of."
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Aug 30, 2016 23:17:25 GMT
[Cybelle] Cybelle's eyes lit up when she looked at the screen as she absorbed the information shown to her, once the video ended she set it back to the beginning to watch it again "so what kinda cake are we gonna cook?" she asked as she was still watching the video, with the video of making cakes distracting her from thinking about how angry her father would be the dampener stopped blinking, "if were gonna make one can we make an easy one, cause i dont think i could make a Rainbow cake" she said turning to L
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