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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Aug 14, 2016 22:41:05 GMT
-Wild Card- as he let out a sigh of relief as he started to walk to the door to the main area of the casino, walking out the man with the clip board was still in the same place but facing the other way Wild card walked up to him "so tonight?" Wild card said as the man jumped out of his skin, fumbling with his clip board and turning around "er yes.. right t..tonight" he said as he lifted paper up "yes so we have a... fight with t..the er no, the .. ring is er" the man said nervously as the words sputtered out of his mouth, Wild card groaned and face palmed, the man took a deep breath and started again "ok, we have a fight scheduled tonight between current champion Hurricane Hugo and runner up Jay Garret for a the title bout Mr Hugo will be arriving soon along with his manager" he said in one breath as he leaned down to breath again wafting the clip board in his face, Wild card blinked "alright first things first, where ever Mr Hugo is going to be getting ready make sure theres no bullet holes in the walls, same goes for Mr Garret, as soon as they arrive inform me at once, got it?" Wild card said as the man with the clip board wrote it down on another paper "ok ill call you on Mr Hearts ear piece he lent me" the man said
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 14, 2016 23:04:54 GMT
- THE SHERIFF -
“Let's go,” The both of them, James and Luke, quickly stepped into the lift and were relieved to see the doors close, leaning back as they felt themselves be dragged down underneath The Citadel. They stopped, enjoying the silence between them this time, hearing their sighs of relief was a joy to each other as they finally felt closer to some degree of safety. Things were far from over, James felt, but at the very least they could get gone before anything serious happened. James only worried about one thing now, where was Luke going to go? They didn't have much money between them, for one to just go to Scarlet City and the other some place else was worrying. Maybe, James considered, maybe Luke should come with him? He didn't know, it wouldn't do either of them much good. Like, he said they needed to clear their heads. The lift slowed down to a stop as the doors opened, and the both of them stepped out into a huge domain, it was white, sterile and clean, a metallic door with a keypad faced them at the opposite side of the room. “What was the code again?” asked Luke, grimacing slightly as he glanced at the keypad, James quickly showed him the text and he inserted the digits, zero, four, five, one. They both smiled, laughing quietly to themselves as they slowly felt the metallic door open, a tunnel that was lit by a set of lights, the two of them exchanging looks of apprehension before they turned to glance back at the lift, it was going up again it seemed. “Okay, let's get out of here.” And with that, the both of them stepped through into the tunnel beginning to carve their way to a potentially hopeless freedom.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 15, 2016 6:07:07 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke continued moving, he had to keep moving forward, he reminded himself, taking the occasional glance back to make sure that no luring figures were behind, no sudden beams of light trailing behind them or footsteps from the dark, the light glinting off the barrel of a gun or the familiar demands of a police officer. He was thankful that he saw or heard none of those, not yet anyway, anxiousness blending in with his relief of near escapism from The Citadel. He had to wonder what was going on back there, his body still pained him and by now his grunts were becoming more frequent, more pained, once in a while having to slow down for a moment as he would worry over reopening his wounds. Needless to say, he had never been in this bad a shape before in his life.“What the hell was going on back there?” questioned Luke, his voice sounded weaker but he was thankful the tunnel echoed his words, taking a glance at James he could tell from his almost stoic expression that he had no clue either, and he wasn't pleased about it. “I don't know, you told me that this Broker guy was shady but I never thought...” James' voice trailed off, he was still walking, taking the lead in front of Luke and giving him concerned looks and reassuring smiles. Luke couldn't tell if James was good at hiding his pain or just simply wasn't as hurt as he thought he was, but nonetheless, he couldn't ignore the wounds and cuts that still showed through their clothing, their shirts and pants still somewhat tattered and in poor condition. With food barely in their stomachs, barely anything to drink, no shower, broken clothes and worse off wounds, Luke wished that the two could just be walking home, maybe going to visit a proper hospital or even simply lay down on their couch, the world outside forgotten for just a few moments instead of being their one endurance. “I can't help but think that they came because of...because someone maybe told them about me and...my dad.” Luke could see the disgust painted on James' face a mile away from having to recognize that man as his father.“Don't worry, you can head to Scarlet City and...and be safe...” Luke felt slightly nauseous, shaking his head to focus as he noticed his throat was dry, his stomach once again begged for food as it growled loudly whilst he stumbled, he felt like any second now his legs would give way almost dropping the box he carried. He continued walking. “What about you? Where are you going to go? You can't stay in a hospital around here,” exclaimed James, glancing at Luke just in time as he watched the man stumble, he quickly rushed over, managing to grab Luke before he fell to the ground, just in time as Luke clutched at the box, making sure none of the contents spilled, as he heard Luke curse. “Here, lean on me.” Luke did so, albeit with some reluctance. “Are you feeling okay?”“I'm just cold...and tired,” Luke shivered, and now that he mentioned it James himself was slightly shivering in the tunnel, taking one glance back he carefully began walking with Luke, trying his best to go slowly. James smirked down at Luke.“Hey, there 'cold and tired', I'm James,” He smiled, Luke glared back at him in response, though he secretly enjoyed it. James' smile grew wider. “Don't worry, I'm just trying to...lighten up the mood.” As he said this, James paused and clicked his fingers, causing a flame to appear upon his open palm, feeling warm and gentle as he held it closer to Luke, keeping track of its distance. Luke continued to glare, if he wasn't in so much pain he would have punched James by now. “Sorry,” James added as they continued walking, the sound and warmth of the small flame calming Luke down, though if James said anything about him blushing, he swore he would find a way to punch him. “I am seriously trying to lighten up the mood, just tell me if you need anything." He paused for a moment. "I'm just worried Luke, you can't just lay low and expect to get better soon, especially if the police could be looking for you. How are you going to get out and get money, or even buy anything to eat?” Luke was silent, he himself had no idea what they were going to do with what little money they had left, even after James' inevitable departure, instead he muttered something about figuring it out and continued to lean on him as the two of them walked further down the tunnel.
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 15, 2016 15:24:45 GMT
The gym wasn't quite how Haley would have pictured it. It wasn't so rough that suspicious stains festooned the floor, not with its reasonably new punching bags and well maintained and swept location but it wasn't clinical either. There were kids drawings on the walls, a clutter of mismatched paint colours across the walls and a random smattering of trophies in spare areas of the walls not taken up with equipment.
The ring stood imposing and empty in the middle. It appeared that being so close to the night before's carnage had put off a lot of the punters, even some of the regulars by the looks of it. A tall figure whose back had cracked and stooped with age approached giving her a hearty handshake that she appreciated.
"Mr Fitzel?" She asked nervously. Haley felt a little out of her depth doing a job she wasn't generally used for.
"Leo. You were the girl who called half an hour ago? Hazel?"
"Haley. Thank you for agreeing to do this, we're so sorry for springing it on you after the main team couldn't make it yesterday."
Jerry fiddled setting up his equipment ignoring the chatter. He was quiet but useful like that. Leo waved the praise away with a large coarse hand dark eyes trying to get the measure of her.
"Not a problem. Just tell me what you need and i'll try my best to accommodate you. I'm always up for a bit of good press for the sport."
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 15, 2016 17:04:15 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning Despite being hampered by her injuries, Grace still managed to reach the hub of the former High Chancellorship in a respectable amount of time. There, she witnessed a sizeable police force, moving throughout the area. On the one hand, it was a little surprising to see, as the battlefield would have only just been cleaned, and on the other: she wasn't surprised Heartania was so quickly returning to its hyperactive ways. The tracker on her phone began to beep more intensely as she arrived closer to the proximity of Mirage's location: peaking as she hovered nearby an open window; the cool winter breeze flowing through it. Satisfied that it must have been the right room, she turned off the tracker, and flew inside. She had planned to make a quick joke about her arriving through the window, in response to Jade's last text message, but as she landed on the carpet; she saw her friend's face. Jade looked like a mess; almost in a similar way to herself, but where Grace's wear and tear was physical, her's was predominantly emotional. The hallmarks of extended periods of crying were etched on her face, and god only knew what else she had been through. It was good she arrived when she did: though Grace didn't know what was going on yet, all the signs pointed to something serious. Though her legs felt like jelly, she approached the distressed woman with a concerned frown on her face. Placing her hand on her shoulder for as much for her benefit as for her own, she tried to appeal to her with her warmest tone, "Hey. I know I might look a bit different, but I promise it's me," she bit her lip, slightly regretting her intended ice-breaker joke, and instead spoke more sincerely, "I'd ask if everything's ok but it obviously isn't. What's going on, Jade?"
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 15, 2016 18:52:43 GMT
- Jade Blythe - Upon seeing Starlass’ immensely bruised, unmasked face, Jade was shocked. It took a second to recognize her, but at the sound of her voice Jade blinked and placed a grateful hand on the comforting hand on her shoulder. The heroine before her seemed to ache with pain from head to toe, yet she had come as soon as possible in the early morning hours and, literally, saved Jade’s life. Jade tore up again and tried to smile through the tears. “I should- <hic> ask the same to you- <hic>” Jade pushed herself halfway up from the bed, looking up at the woman much like a little girl having seen her older sister arrive just in time to help her out of a dangerous situation. Even if this big sister was a lot more battered than Jade could remember, she shakily stood up to give the civilian Starlass a sudden but careful hug. “I-I almost.. <hic>, ju-umped, <hic>! I-if you hadn’t, <hic>, texted me, <hic>, thankyou, thankyou,” she cried, trying not to squeeze Grace too much in her thankful but distressed state. In between every hic was a grateful ‘thankyou’, until at last she calmed down enough to think somewhat straight again. She trembled like an ash leaf in the wind, but managed to steady her voice enough to speak clear enough to be understood (or at least she hoped so). “What- <hic> happened to you? Who- <hic> ?”
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 15, 2016 18:54:11 GMT
- THE SHERIFF -
The cool air brushed against James' skin as he ventured forward, Luke wasn't as heavy as he thought he'd be, but by now with his own injuries, carrying him was becoming burdensome. Nonetheless, to pass the time James thought it was best to reiterate puns, trying to keep the both of their spirits up, he was simply thankful for the fire that rested in his palm, it at least stopped the both of them shivering. Yet as he continued walking forward, trying to keep conversation (as his subtle way of being able to tell if Luke had passed out or not), he cast his mind to his own plans for Scarlet City. He just felt like a motel, maybe visiting his own neighbourhood and spending some peace and quiet would be nice. By now, though James had made his concerns quite clear, he knew he had to trust Luke at this point, he couldn't keep worrying for the both of them and he hoped Luke took the same advice. Being concerned was fine, but not when it impeded each other, James learned that bitter lesson a long time ago. Despite their recent experiences and complaints about the cold, James couldn't help but grin at the literal light at the end of the tunnel, the sounds of cars driving by became more focused as they stepped closer.
“Do you think you can walk?” asked James, Luke nodded, stumbling slightly as he stretchered, James could hear his relief as his bones popped, his fingers cracking as he stretched them and still kept a tight grip on the box beside him.
“Yeah, just needed to rest for a minute, thanks,” replied Luke as he began walking, James beside him as he smirked at the man.
“A minute? You were probably leaning on me for an hour by now,” joked James, he couldn't tell if Luke was frustrated, or pretending to be, but knowing him it was almost always the latter. He wasn't trying to joke around, not on purpose, though that was what he ended up doing. His own sorrow was something he couldn't face to confront, not now, even his smiles and smirks felt strained. It was partly why he wanted to go to Scarlet City, back to his home, he hoped his humour could do the same for Luke who didn't show any pain, to begin with except the times Luke seemed to think James wasn't looking. Nonetheless, the two couldn't simply focus on each other for long as James' eyes narrowed, adjusting to the light of the morning world as he felt and heard cars whiz by. They stepped out of the tunnel, thankfully car free, and though they were relieved for their short-lived freedom, they suddenly realized where they were, out of a tunnel which apparently was in highway maintenance.
“James,” said Luke.
“Yeah?” replied James.
“We're next to a motorway,” noted Luke.
“We are. Glad to see that deductive perception thing of yours is still working,” smirked James, it was a slightly harsh joke, one he felt somewhat sorry for since it reminded Luke of his loss of powers, but nonetheless one glance at Luke and he seemed fine. "Sorry." He quickly added.
“Do you think we should get off the motorway?” asked Luke. James nodded.
“Yeah, we should. Let's go home,” James replied, and with that the two of them, realising that they were on the outer lane, simply stayed clear from the road and together they began to try their best and figure out the path home from there.
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Post by LHudson on Aug 15, 2016 19:41:00 GMT
CLAUDIA KRAMER The woman stared at the duo, though was far more welcoming with Miss Chase's statements than Monica's. Could be a good-cop bad-cop tactic, but she wasn't having officers march inside the Citadel proper whilst those holding the vital roles in the infrastructure are leaving discreetly. She stretched her back, she needed sleep, but she needed to deal with the new situation first. "Thank you for your understanding Miss Chase, I really appreciate it, but I am sure you understand why this fairly upfront attitude might not stride well for everyone here." She looked at the entrance, police being denied entrance. "We are all on edge, still recovering from the shock and uneasiness of yesterday, and the last thing any of us want is the police demanding answers when the bodies aren't cold yet." She looked down, must get past it, must move on, keep head up. "Plus the fact that this action was taken without the required warrant strikes us as odd, so if the police stick strictly to the courtyard and go nowhere near Citadel proper then that would be the best option." She looked at Monica. "Otherwise it would be ground to getting you impeached for not following the strict laws placed upon this act."
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 15, 2016 20:15:35 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning Hearing her words, and understanding them all too well, Grace limped over to the window (after gratefully receiving the gentle embrace), and without hesitation she pulled it down. Looking away from her, she was able to sigh, and hold back any tears. She had encountered a situation like this before, though last time she was too late. After taking those moments to herself, she then turned back; with a welcoming smile once more. She sat beside Jade, and rested her hand on her back in comfort. "That's not important right now. Something tells me you haven't put yourself first for a while. In fact, I dare say nobody in this place has: after all, most of these Citadel-types are politicians," she tried her hardest to be brave, but out of all the images of death and destruction her imagination would display: those of someone taking their own life were the most harrowing, "I don't want to push you into saying anything you don't want to, but talk to me. Why did you try to... why did you want to do that?" ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | Citadel Courtyard 2nd December 2063 | Morning Begrudgingly, Elizabeth shelved Ms. Kramer's meagre understanding of the legal system for the sake of relations. This was getting more and more frustrating by the minute. Placing her hands in her coat pockets, she forced a neutral smile, and politely called out to the chief, ignoring Claudia's veiled, inflammatory remarks, "You've got the front, Chief Johnson. See any good rooms for us to take a seat in?"
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Post by LHudson on Aug 15, 2016 20:20:33 GMT
CLAUDIA KRAMER They're trying to barge in, not the time, not the place.Claudia took a step and blocked the two women from entering. She looked at the two of them and simply said, "you two, follow me, I know where we can talk."
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 15, 2016 20:38:47 GMT
Monica stared down at Claudia, "We're going into the Citadel, I don't care what you say, Miss Kramer. My patience for you is wearing thin, that's not a threat, that's just a warning at this point." Monica walked around Kramer and continued on her walk to the Citadel. Kramer really didn't want them in the Citadel, whether it be the grievance or some more suspicious activity, Monica was going to find out.
As she entered the Citadel she felt uneasy; it wasn't a building she liked, and it certainly wasn't a comfortable building. Monica searched for the nearest meeting room, conveniently finding one that was empty and letting everyone enter at their own pace. Monica was going to have to put on a good act in order to learn Claudia's secret. It was all a matter of touch.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 15, 2016 21:09:42 GMT
- Jade Blythe - “..eh..hehe,” Jade hicced, slumping a little of relief at having someone she trusted to finally talk to, “I messed up so bad. I can’t live like this- <hic>, again! You have no idea, <hic> what I got dragged into, how scared I've been-“ She reached for her old cell phone and found the message containing Ms. Paige’s threatening voice mail and the recorded conversation between them, which a man got murdered on. However, before she could decide whether or not to put it on, she wiped away her tears and looked into Grace’s calming eyes. Did she want to tell her what had happened with her? The whole truth, and nothing but the truth? Or should she tell her half-truths and try protect her, and herself, for the possible repercussions it could have to tell this to her? Jade hung her head, covering her face in her hands as she took a few seconds to decide... And ultimately, it wasn’t really a choice she could make alone. She peeked back up at Starlass, looking through her fingers like a kid playing peek-a-boo. “Do you really want to know? <hic> Why I’m here?”
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Post by Adam on Aug 15, 2016 21:15:45 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Heartania | Leo's Gym
2nd December 2063 | Morning Left. Right. Left Right. Back. Left. Right hook. Jay gasped for breath, Michael - his sparring partner who had been holding the bag for him - calling time with his hands. "I'm done, man," Michael panted, "It's early as shit and I've gotta help momma make dinner." Jay forced a smile - wearing a grey vest, white shorts and white trainers - facing away from Michael. As he wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm he ripped at the velcro of his gloves and awkwardly removed them, dropping them at his feet, "It's cool Mikey, go see your momma." "Right." Michael breathed, bouncing into a jog and patting Jay on the back as he skipped out of the room. Taking a step back Jay looked around the place, drab and underpopulated. With Michael gone all that remained were Jay, Leo - the boss - and two people he didn't recognise. A dopey looking camera man and a shy redhead. Jay felt like shit, having fled the battle last night and leaving his newfound ally Elizabeth to the dogs. Reaver. She was there too, all the Ravagers were. Jay had a chance to do something, so act against the people that destroyed his home and killed his mother, and he didn't. He fled. Still, he was alive. Psyching himself up, Jay bounced over to Leo. He could do with the human contact. "Hey boss," he chirped, hanging off of the edge of the boxing ring with a towel dangling over his sweat-drenched grey vest, "Who are these?" he looked over to them both, the man then the girl and smiled a conservative smile.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 15, 2016 21:21:36 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
Mira swallowed as she witnessed the chief of police step inside, starting to look around for one of the rooms as she escaped her view. The other Little Mice that were still around seemed to be nervous, and so was she, to some extent. She had committed horrible deeds to get where she was, and with the police's surprise arrival, she couldn't tell what they wanted or why they were here, but at the very least she wasn't going to go down, not like this. Tired, and with her hair probably a mess, Mira found herself expertly untangling her hair to free it from its ponytail, she felt her hair come down to her shoulders, some of it falling in front. She sent a quick text to Seth; The police are here, don't panic, I'll handle this and meet you home soon. She put her phone away, continuing to walk down until she was by the entranceway.
For the most part, Mira had seen no sign of Claudia, that in of itself was worrying. Not that she much cared for the woman's well-being but if she had been arrested that would put more people at risk. Her mind flicked through the people or moments that could have caused this. There were many routes, maybe they were here to seize the building since Jonathan's reign had ended, maybe they were for some reason here for her, or somebody else. But at the same time, maybe Acchilleus' reveal had caught on, people could make the connection between The Broker and Jonathan, her mind casting back to incidents like the night of the fundraiser. She couldn't help but feel worried, yet at the same time tried her best to remain calm, hoping she could speak to someone with authority soon and find a way to slip away from this before too many questions were asked. She had a job to do, and with Seth waiting, she wasn't going to disappoint anytime soon. At the very least, this could give her one advantage, a way out of funding the Chasers if it came down to it. But for now, Mira kept her cards closed and focused at the situation at hand, confidence soothing her, through the tense air.
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 15, 2016 21:43:38 GMT
Haley eyed the approaching figure and rated his appearance as typical boxing fodder, the shaved dark hair and hungry eyes. it was the desire that sucked her in. He burned so brightly, there was an innocent kernel of wanting to be a hero, not a too uncommon desire but around it was fear and rage. It was like standing near a house on fire. She pushed the feeling away and gave him a small smile before her television instincts kicked in with Leo's words.
"Jay! I see Michael is leaving damn I was going to ask you two to help us out here." He scowled deep lines burrowing into his large forehead. He seemed to realise himself continuing on. "Ah these are from the local news. They're doing a piece about the boxing scene in the city."
"Hello i'm Haley and that's Jerry behind me." She caught a half nod from Jerry as he fiddled with a tripod.
"I'm assuming you wanted to ask these guys for the sparring shots?" She asked worriedly, if they couldn't get the shots it wouldn't be the end of the world but she would get an earful.
"Yes." Leo eyed up Jerry. "Maybe your cameraman could stand in?"
"Pacifist." Jerry rumbled barely looking up from his camera.
"Well I could." The words were out of Haley's mouth in an instant of regret. The words came out soft and raptured. It had been an instinctual response trying to fulfil Leo's unspoken desire.
"What do you think Jay? Want to spar on television?" Leo laughed.
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