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Post by Adam on Sept 27, 2016 21:29:20 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Kathy's - Morning Pain shot across Jay's face as everything around him seemed to slow down. His mother was dead, killed by the chaos caused by the Ravagers' mass prison break. He knew that, he'd accepted that. But what Jay hadn't done was speak about it, verbalise it at all - not to Leo, to... Marcus, no-one. He opened his mouth to speak as if it would come easy to him. Why wouldn't it? It was just talking. But for whatever reason as he comfortable opened his mouth no words were to be found. Shocked, with dread slowly sinking in, Jay began struggling; panicking, before simply stopping himself, shutting his eyes and collecting his thoughts. Jay felt something in him shift, slowly easing his eyes to look back to his companion. "She..." he took a deep breath, "She died two weeks ago, murdered the night of the mass breakout at the prison." Many - including Jay himself - would have expected a tone of anger or at least disdain, but this was different. It was as if Jay had managed to disassociate himself from the grief to focus on the facts. There was pain in his trembling voice, but other than that he seemed to be trying to simply tell it how it was.
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Post by LHudson on Sept 27, 2016 21:35:03 GMT
DR ADRIAN COOPER The doctor sighed, he didn't want it to come to this, but now it had to. He hoped the boy would stop, and anyone his age would have the common sense to do so. He drew out a pistol, aimed for the boy's legs, and fired the bolas shot. Sorry lad.He lowered the weapon, and began walking toward the young boy.
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Post by Jaminx on Sept 27, 2016 21:56:41 GMT
"Bastards." Haley spat the word in a sudden moment of anger. Her face full of emotions that had seemingly drained away from the man in front of her.
She remembered the break out still emblazoned in her mind like a brand across flesh, all jagged and raw. She had hardly left work while it had been happening. The news coverage came in fast and horrible with nothing they could do but pray no one at the station knew anyone who got hurt. An ask that was too much.
Haley paused watching him her hands twitching as she moved them across the table, she wanted to make him happy again. She always wanted to make people happy but she was sane enough to know some things you can't brush away.
"The thing a lot of people here would say is sorry, or my condolences or share a story about losing their Mum but i've never lost my mother and i'm not close to her either thinks i'm dead as far as I know."
She took a breath. For a lot of people she was a surface of niceness but a lot of people also desired truth too.
"But I do know what murder can do. Murder of those we love or are close to us. It takes a bit of your soul and torments it, and in the process it can blacken it so you don't recognise who you are in the mirror anymore."
She watched him carefully looking for any hints at all. He wanted to be a hero but was this why? It wasn't a good place to start from if it was.
"Now if you want to talk it through air the facts out, maybe the feelings then i'm a good listener or as i'm kind of a strange stranger you can leave it there. But promise me Jay you don't let this fester inside. I've seen too many people go to the bad that way."
The truth is a many layered thing, coloured by your own perspectives. In Haley's mind that colour was blue and black.
--- Ali gave a bitter face and a shake.
"It went like most nights in an aid set up. We danced on the edge of disaster. There were a lot of hypothermia sufferer's among the evacuated and the wounded from the bridge were often too late near the end but we did what we could. I think by one in the morning the only bodies coming in were just that bodies."
She ran her free hand onto her hair and the bun at the back patting it as a little reminder it was still attached.
"I never have trusted the dead to the police, they tend to lose respect with greater numbers. I might go have a chat with them later, though its perfectly understandable if they ignore my nosiness." She shrugged
"I guess I just feel responsible for every patient who crosses my path whether breathing or otherwise. When did you and your wife get to bed last night?"
Ali eyed him after a moment, her carer instincts kicking in.
"Or more importantly have you slept at all? I don't want to hear you both had heart attacks doing everything at once."
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Post by Adam on Sept 27, 2016 22:13:00 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Kathy's - Morning Jay listened intently, despite his outward appearance being unresponsive and blank. "...But promise me Jay you don't let this fester inside. I've seen too many people go to the bad that way." His ears pricked up as he suddenly launched himself up from his recline in his arms across the table and into an upward position, full attention given. "Oh no," he replied sharply, almost a bit too brightly, "No I'm just about done with festering." Jay smiled, truth in his words. He appreciated Haley being blunt, if not taken aback slightly by her sudden remark of "Bastards". She didn't waste time apologising or dishing out sympathy cards but cut straight to showing her understanding and appreciation of his pain directly. But as the adrenaline wore of Haley's words began to sink in more, Jay developing more connections with what she'd said. With it his smile slowly twitched back to a more appropriate, neutral expression. "I'm, um, s-" he stopped himself, "Thank you." His eyes gleamed with validation and happiness, "It makes a change being treated like a human being rather than a sick pet." Haley's words swirled around his head. She'd had to grapple with the murder of a loved one too. "Though I can't tell if its a good or a bad thing to that you relate to this stuff. I wouldn't wish it on anyone."
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Post by Jaminx on Sept 27, 2016 22:26:47 GMT
"It's fine." She waved away the concern. "Though you'd be suprised how many people wish for things a lot worse than murder.." She let the words slide instead quickly covering them up by switching to another subject.
"Now you're definitely not a pet." Haley grinned. "If you were I reckon you'd be some kind of puppy that looks already fully grown like a St Bernard or maybe even one of those cockatoos with the big crests they send flying up trying to impress people."
She leaned back a cheeky sparkle in her eye as she stood on the ground of safer yet more fantastical subjects. Still even with the sparkle the set of her mouth said the subject of his mother was still open if he wished to return there. This was just an out if h wished it to be.
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Post by Adam on Sept 27, 2016 22:42:01 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Kathy's - Morning Jay laughed generously, "I've always wanted a puppy," he mused, "Though birds always used to freak me out when I was a kid. No I'd die for a German Shepherd or one of those big, fluffy, white ones." He rested his crossed hands upon the table to support himself as he leaned forward, "I'd have you down as one of those cats that- that look super cute and harmless but don't take no shit." Jay chuckled, " I've seen you fight."
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Post by Jaminx on Sept 27, 2016 23:04:10 GMT
"No you've seen me spar." Haley laughed in return. Wagging one of her fingers provocatively. "Even a puppy like you knows there's a difference."
"Though I suppose that suits me. I get a few sharp jabs in though i'm not really a fighter yet i'd much rather be napping on a sofa somewhere."
Haley's eyes glazed a little as she pictured a lazy afternoon in a quiet little room above a coffee shop in some far off little tourist town. There was no hunger in this vision to ruin her day, just a quiet time and a shared space as she could sense another figure there wandering into view. A blank faced lover who accepted her.
"Yeah a cat's life would be the thing for me." She shook the thoughts loose a wistful tilt pulling at her chin. "And hey if you want a dog why don't you get one?"
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Post by LHudson on Sept 28, 2016 23:56:47 GMT
BRENDAN FOLEY Back into the Pit, back into the home territory, and back into a place where he can let his hair down. Deck turned around and gave Foley a small smile. "Looks like you opened your welcome back gift." "Still got it," Foley replied, before sitting back on the barstool. "Lemonade please." Deck got to work quickly and served up his drink. "Not a problem?" "One witness, but I gave her an offer, take Ambroke's money and run." Deck smiled. "Does that mean I have one less competitor?" "From the sight and smell of it, they weren't even in the same ballpark as the Pit." He took a sip. "Smelled like a dumpster fire, wasn't the most attractive place in the world, more of a sneaky gangster hideout than anything." "You're being generous with the word 'sneaky' Ben." "Fourteen bodies would certainly forfeit any right to put 'Ambroke' and 'sneaky' together now." Deck smiled again, pouring a glass of water with ice and sat down next to Foley, more relaxed. "Two years and you haven't changed one bit." "That a bad thing?" "Far from it, you look and act a lot more refreshed now that you're out of the hole." Foley took another sip. "More like appreciating the outside a little more now. Cities maybe shit-holes but they're a lot better being in a hole in the ground, alive." "What matters is you're out, and thank god for that." He pulled out a small vial, black, inky, it was a familiar piece of equipment to Foley, and it was one he normally found unpleasant but necessary. Karma. "You found them?" "Got two. Mr Gallows was your client and Mr Perkins was the one who knocked you out cold." "Did Gallows hire Perkins just to bring me to the police?" "Found the transcripts, seems like it." "No more on Perkins, he was just doing his job." Deck shrugged. "Alright then." He handed Foley the vial. "Gallows now runs The Cranberry Factory, high class suit shop, seems like you taking out his father gave him a few privileges." The lemonade was gone, and the assassin took the vial and clipped it to his arm. "Wanted to close every loophole that would deny him that did he?" He took a closer look at his hand, the gloved hand whose clear vision was distorted by the clips and metal that made up part of the Atlas. "He has a debt to pay." Two hundred and fifty grand to be exact, and now another line on the bill was added. "I'll be right back," said Foley, this time with a grim, almost hardened look on his face. He walked towards the entrance of the Pit and left. He knew the code, he didn't always agree to it's parent, but he did take in a rule that was built into the foundation of his training. A contract between client and assassin was one built in a mutual agreement and trust. The client would pay up and the assassin would do the job and leave no tracks leading to the client. Betray the trust, and the consequences would be dire. Gallows knew that, and took matters into his own hands. With Foley out, Gallows would feel the wrath of the bastard child of the Black Cries.
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Post by Adam on Oct 2, 2016 20:54:03 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Kathy's - Morning "I couldn't look after a dog. Hell, I couldn't even afford to look after a dog." Jay replied, a little bit saddened by the fact, "How about you? Do you have any pe-" "Here. We. Go!" Kathy smiled as she hastily swerved into a view carrying a coffee mug in each hand while balancing a plate on each of her forearms, "Two joe," she clattered the coffees down carefully, "One ham-cheese panini and one pain au chocolat!" She placed the remaining plates down after precisely sliding them down her arms and into her hands with a curl. "Oh!" Jay jumped, flustered slightly, "Thanks Kath."
ROGUE | Natalia Vargas The Forge - Morning Since her brother had woken and left for some unknown cause Natalia had herself moved out of bed. In black skinny jeans and a yellow shirt she had just thrown on she carried a cup of coffee into the main hall of the Forge. As she rubbed her eyes, sipping from the piping hot mug, she examined her surroundings, allowing the motion-sensing lights to snap on: Blake's chair ajar and one of the five wooden training dummies shattered in pieces on the floor. "Oh?" Pushing up to the computer terminal she rested her coffee on the side and activated the computer, an alert was still open. Assault. East Brownbank Street, back alley.Natalia looked behind her to the main access lift, the large elevator platform on which they first entered Blake's headquarters. It was currently up and - as she soon after noticed - moving down. Whatever had occurred, Esteban was back. Natalia stood, leaving her coffee at the terminal and look a few steps towards the lift, awaiting her brother. I see you there, Hermano.
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Post by t00bz on Oct 3, 2016 1:02:29 GMT
Lazarus Dominic smiled, "We left our site a bit late last night, had to make sure we had cleaned everything up. We did notice some issues with the machines in our vehicles on the way back, and I think Sarah's working on those now. But other than that, and a decent amount of fatigue, things went as well as we could have hoped, given the situation. We'll probably clock out early today, though I do appreciate the concern Sanator." -The Racer's Countdown The Red Racer The Racer looked at their computer and opened the file on Sonar. Kid from Australia running from a tragedy in his past. The Racer knew it well. Though the Racer knew he wouldn't be outrunning it anytime soon either, it'd catch up eventually. Putting miles between your past only delayed it, it'd catch up whether you liked it or not. The Racer would choose a quick death over a slow poison any day. They knew the poison hurt all too well. The Racer glanced at the picture on their desk, and thought to themself as they read through the report on Sonar. Rachel Hull was the third person in the picture. Rachel had somehow managed to be constantly optimistic. Now that the Racer reflected, they wondered how she'd been able to do so. There were also many memories from school of everybody in the group going to Rachel for help. Of all of them, she had managed to keep everything in check. Funnily enough, it had probably brought everybody closer together. However Rachel had been able to keep it together, the Racer doubted it would matter now, they had seen too much for any hope of living normally for a long time. Rachel had become a teacher, and had been about to head home after working late at her old high school when the prison break occurred. The Racer couldn't find what they were looking for in the report on Sonar, they stood up and crossed him off the list of Tower heroes.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Oct 3, 2016 23:02:37 GMT
The Rooftop (Snowflake, Felix, The Puppet Servant) The bolas wrapped themselves around a metal construct which suddenly hurled their way between Felix and Cooper, and fell to the ground with a hollow clang. The young teenager did not look behind as he continued to run for the edge of the roof, nor did he hear the thud of a taller figure landing between him and the cyborg. The teenager slipped away yet again, but in his place stood a butler as immaculate as his impeccable timing. Snowflake, who had rushed forwards in an attempt to catch up with her brother, felt her knee almost give in under her as she was forced to halt at the familiar stern stare. Before she or Cooper could do anything else, Reginald lifted his hands out to the side and he clearly made a show of blocking the way. His commanding voice also reflected this as he spoke with a determined, harsh edge. “Stop. Do not follow him any further.” A single ”What?” was the only word that escaped under Snowflake’s breath as she now stood next to Cooper. With the weight on her left foot she refrained from giving a pained expression and instead nailed her glare at the butler. The air of authority which he possessed was difficult to ignore; if it had been anyone else trying to stop her, she would have straight up ignored and/or killed them. Reginald noticed her pain and hid his evil delight behind a smooth face as he repeated the order. “Do not follow him. Not you, not the cyborg. It’s an order.”
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Post by LHudson on Oct 4, 2016 16:18:55 GMT
DR. ADRIAN COOPER Fantastic.The bolas did their job, but on the wrong target. He saw the electricity within them spark, but it was worthless considering it didn't hit Felix, but an object that the associate had thrown in it's way. He needed to pursue, a job needed to be done, but the man was ordering him not to. He gripped a second bolas round and pushed the man out of the way. "Who are you to order me!?" he muttered before taking aim, but the boy was gone, no where to be seen, slipped from him. He lowered the weapon as he looked on from within his cloak, breathing from the sharp cold made by the season. He turned to the associate before considering burying the man. "Well...who are you?" he demanded, "And choose your words wisely." He knew who he was, but the facade needed to remain...for now.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Oct 5, 2016 20:55:33 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke continued to feel the cold brush against him, the sharp winds of the past day still coexisting with the miasma of peace and chaos that had managed to be attained by the unique events of the past few weeks. He glanced away from the boy, focusing on the gun in the woman’s hands as he already noticed her finger on the trigger, with one movement she could shoot and Luke feeling the true extent of his injuries through blood, sweat, and tears, knew that if he got shot, there was little chance he was ever going to make it. He cursed at himself, knowing he should have just found somewhere else to go or better yet just stay in Heartania instead of trying to leave. He wouldn’t be surprised if he found himself wrapped in thorns and forced to stay here the moment he tried to step outside the city, but for now he had one issue and one issue alone to face, quite literally. He slowly let his shaking hand reach towards his holster, placing his gun on the floor. Despite knowing what he was doing was right, a part of him still cursed at himself for disarmament. Instead, he glanced towards the woman, keeping his sharp eyes on her as he felt the gun clash with the ground, and rest there.
“It’s a long story,” muttered Luke as explanation for why he still had the sword, funnily enough he doubted that anyone would really recognise it due to how different it seemed to look from its traditional counterpart, but right now Luke realised that thinking things through wasn’t exactly his strong suit for today. “I can explain,” he added quickly, suddenly concerned if the woman perhaps thought he was some sort of murderer or thief, someone that was out to hurt her, and given the city’s recent reputation, Luke didn’t blame the woman for her suspicions. “Just...please put the gun down,” Luke lowered his hand in a gesture, hoping that the woman would follow. In a moment, this woman could simply revel in doubt, pull the trigger and that would be it. Luke had no idea where he was and no idea how close any hospital would be, but in the meantime he still found himself trying to be trustworthy, making sure that no matter what happened, he could strive to accomplish the best in this horrible scenario. And that was all Luke could do, he could simply lower his hand, glancing pleadingly at the woman aiming the gun towards him, and simply hope for the best because the worst was far from what he could ever recover from.
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Post by Jaminx on Oct 7, 2016 21:18:24 GMT
Haley smiled up at Kathy, still a bit nervous she voiced her thanks as best she could. The mess Jay was making made it a it easier.
"Thank you. It sure looks and smells good."
She eyed the pastry and imagined its flavour. Taste was still something she enjoyed though only sweet and bitter things seemed to register on her taste buds as clearly these days, the nuances often lost in between. If she wanted complex taste in her food it had to come from other sources. Haley bit at her lip as her gaze moved from the pastry back to her companion.
It was a strange thing they were doing here it almost felt natural to do what she did next.
"We haven't got wine but how about a toast to new friendships with coffee instead."
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Ali shook her head sighing, shaking her head with a smile pulling at her crows feet.
"We all learn from our own mistakes. Just make it as early as possible. Take it on a fake doctors orders."
She gave a small nod as she ordered her thoughts.Then gave a small respectful nod to Dominic.
"Thank you for helping me out Dominic, I hope you and Sarah have a better few days after this. I'm going to go play busybody at the police station now as there is nothing left for me to do."
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Post by Adam on Oct 7, 2016 23:52:15 GMT
EMMA FITZGERALD Street - Morning Emma took a breath. A deep breath. As she did the world slowly began to stop shaking. Slowly the red that had encompassed her entire vision began to fade, things began to finally slow back down. Her grip on the pistol began to loosen but still the cross hairs were firmly trained on the bloody man. "I-!" she stuttered. Emma tried her hardest to be menacing. She was terrified and she needed the man to be terrified too; too scared to hurt her son. But as her eyes traced back over his many injuries Emma couldn't let herself threaten him. She looked to her son, and then back to the man. She lowered the gun quickly with a sigh and looked to him with new, softer eyes. "I needed to be sure," she said, disappointed with herself, "You're hurt, let me help you. I'm a nurse."
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