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"City 45, Enjoy your stay" Is what Percy hears on his way in to City 45, As He enters the main Precinct He sees a long line of Citizens there is about 15 people there..... All charged with some kind of "violation" He looks down, Shakes his head and sighs, he starts to ignore it and walks down the stairs quickly down to the UCH.
OOC: If you want to stop me in my walking to the UCH with one of your Civies/CP/CWU, That's ok.
Statua will run the current weather and events of the city.
-Anything that happens should and will not result in a PK or PI
-The state of the city and all its infrastructure will remain the same
-Nobody shal gain or lose items unless authorized. This includes both IC and OOC items.
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Thank you for making this thread.
Someone in the barracks is waking up...
As the man gets up from his bed, he slowly walks to the lockers, taking his suit and mask, then leaving the barracks.
He puts his uniform on, and as soon as he puts his facemask on, he pushes a button on it.
GRID-05.773 radios in "<:: Unit 773, 10-8. Proceeding to 10-50 around P1."
He gets out of the nexus, patrolling untill he bumps into the citizens who are getting hit by other units.[/i]
"<:: Need any help with those?"
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No problem bud.
As Percy is walking past the Citizens he sees/hears the other CP walk up and ask "Need any help with those?" Percy grunts at the Officers and him. and quietly says to himself
"Hmph, Wait till' we are doing that to you."
Then he proceeds to walk down to the UCH.
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A man yawns in a very improvised shanty house just out of the tunnel going into P3, sitting up the tattered couch he salvaged as he looks about, scratching his stomach lightly
Hmmm... Another day in our own little corner of hell...
He stretches out, getting up from the couch and grabbing his City 45 Jacket. The tattered coat reads one name "Jaime Parra". The man is apparently the only person who ever stays out in the entrance of P3 at all times, righht in between the overly-patroled city center and the scum filled P3, getting a bit of both worlds as he sees people go in and out of the location, as well as catching onto rumours and over-hearing conversations
I wonder what slip of tongue i'll hear today...
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Administrator Notice
Statua will run the current weather and events of the city.
-Anything that happens should and will not result in a PK or PI
-The state of the city and all its infrastructure will remain the same
-Nobody shal gain or lose items unless authorized. This includes both IC and OOC items.
Currently in City 45
Weather:
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Temperature: 15°C 59°F
Winds: 15km/h 10mph
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The sun shines through the partially cloudy sky, making the fall day slightly warmer then usual. There is however a light breeze blowing through the streets cooling things off.
With all the leaves falling and getting washed into the sewer system, anyone wishing to travel down there would have to deal with knee high toxic waters filled with leaves, dirt, and human waste. The drains in the sewers are plugged from the leaves, causing the sewer water to drain slowly. This is not noticeable from the street level. Anyone in basements would have to deal with a slight stench though.
Nothing else is out of the ordinary in City 45.
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As the sun peaks through the clouds in the sky above, 'Flower' gently kicks her feet back and forth as she rests on one of the park benches, looking upwards, humming an unknown tune. She holds a weak smile on her face, more of an interested expression upon it, however. She tries to understand the strange, odd shapes that the clouds seem to form above her. She tilts her head, clearly confused by something. Eventually she sighs, pushing off the bench and walking towards the center of the plaza.
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Alicia quietly awakes in her apartment, B2, peering through her dim lit room. She looks around, sighing at its near emptiness. Reluctantly, she stands, brushing herself off from the bits of dust that settled onto her uncovered clothing overnight. She then takes in a breath and stretches, heading to her door.
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Patrick Housenburg sit on the benches near the Nexus. He looks around, seeing if anyone would sit at the plaza. Nobody was there. Patrick looks into his canvas bag, taking out a half-drunk can of Breen's Water. He takes the can out of the corner of his bag, then gulps down the other 6 fluid ounces of chemical-laced water. He sighs and looks at the road below him. He puts his finished can on his knees and tries to balance it. Somehow, it stays, and Patrick stares at the blue can. He stands up and throws his can on the ground. He walks to the UCH, opening both of the doors while feeling the warmth of the insulated building on his face. He walks to his Apartment on the third floor and sits, looking at the street below him.
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Unit 905 slowly wakes up from her bunk in the barracks and gets on with her normal routine, pushups and more pushups. She then radios in <:: Unit is 10-8. then walks to the Nexus entrance.
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Sorry if I hijack the plot, feel free to correct me later :3
As the units finish frisking the group, a unit in Elite gear, bearing nothing but a pistol, looks over the line of citizens on the wall. The Elite Unit of NOVA, Unit 350, as he liked to be addressed. As one approached him, you could sense the air of smug arrogance emanating from beneath his facemask. Even with it on, you could always tell when he was smiling a broad, sinister grin. Right now, that is exactly what he was doing as the units tossed the final bits of contraband food items at his feet.
350 looked over the pile, turning up his nose in disgust. He then turned to the citizens on the wall and with a mocking intonation, he boomed, [/i]"Citizens, I am rather disappointed in you at the moment! You have no IDEA how hard I and my underlings work to make sure that you are all fed well! And yet, I see that what we serve you is not palatable to your primitive taste buds! Or perhaps it is not as presentable as what you are used to? No matter. This trash you still consume is the reason why you all have not achieved immortality, unlike me! You are all hereby convicted of Possession of Level Three Contraband. By mandate of the Combine Civil Authority, you are all sentenced to reeducation!"
350 then turns to the units and nods at them. All units involved unclip their stunsticks, flicking them on. As the first unit strikes his citizen, the others follow suit. Soon, the plaza is filled with the screams of the offenders.
Then, 350 hears the static of a vocoder behind him, "Need any help with those?" He wheels around and faces unit 773. "Negative, we have this under control. Resume standard patrol."
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Patrick looks to the Nexus doors, seeing Unit 905 walking out the nexus doors. Patrick sighs, crumpling up his blue can. He pitches it to the green trashcan to the right of the Nexus, and the aluminum can misses the trashcan entirely. Patrick grumbles a few choice words, looking around in his bag for something else to eat.
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773 says "<:: Yes sir." Before reaching for his radio.
773 radios in "<:: Resuming 10-50 arou- Actually, Heading back into the Nexus, going to check for Bugged entities."
He then walks towards the nexus entrance, seeing 905 comes out. He then continues to walk to the Airlock, going up the stairs untill he reaches the Second floor, and heading to the Consoles. He pushes a red button, turning it on. 773 then enters his own data, then scrolls down to GRID - MAINTENENCE - BUGGED ENTITIES and confirming the choice.
The screen says "BUGGED ENTITY FOUND. LOCATION: RATION DISTRIBUTION TERMINAL. BOOTHS. NOT RESPONDING."
"<:: Seems like I got a job..."
773 radios in "<:: The RDT booths are not responding, probably a wire got loose. Going to fix it in a cycle, will get the needed tools first.
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As 864 suits up his first line of radio chatter that he hears for the first time of out of stasis for a few weeks: "<::The RDT Booths are not responding, probably a wire got loose. Going to fix it in a cycle, will get the needed tools first."
He walks downstairs, as he begins his brisk walk toward detainment. He begins to examine the cells, noticing that a few of the fluorescent lights have died out.
"<:: Ahem, Officer Unit 864 is 10-8… 773 when you're done with the Booth problem, could you replace the fluorescent lights in Detainment Cell one and two? The lights we got from the shipment a few weeks ago have died out again."
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A man walks down the steps from the UCH, his arms wrapped around him as he tries to shrug off the cold. He on the sidewalk hugging the UCH, he looks to his left as he watches citizens being mercilessly beaten by a band of Civil Protection. The man simply watches with fright as he hunches his shoulders slightly, he looks towards the elite standing watch, his pulse beginning to race slightly. The man actually stops to observe the beatings for a moment, so afraid to look away that he's forced to watch. After a moment, he looks down at his feet, seeming increasingly distraunt all of a sudden. The man shakes with his arms wrapped around him, he stares at the ground, trying to pull himself together. After a moment, the man releaxes, drowning out the beatings, he looks down at his right breast. He examines his nametag to make sure its still there and legible. The tag clearly reads 'Jason Duvall'.
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Currently in City 45
Weather:
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Temperature: 10°C 50°F
Winds: 30km/h 18mph
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As the day moves on, clouds begin to roll in blocking the warm afternoon sun. With them comes a bit of a wind which adds a little briskness to the cool fall air.
The sewers remain full and clogged.
Nothing else is out of the ordinary in City 45.
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When 773 got the equipment, including precision lazer tool and a sauder, he puts them in a box, and comes out of the MoC. He hears 864's radio, quickly replying "<:: Will do, sir."
He then proceeds to the airlock, getting out of the nexus with the box in his hands. It seems as he is walking towards the RDT. A few citizens might think Rations will be distributed. He feels a bit cold, not the normal cold for city 45.
773 gets in the RDT from its exit, then heading into the booths. He uses the screwdriver to remove the panels of the wires, noticing the loosen wire. He quickly removes it with the Precision tool, and pulls out about 15 inches of wire, attempting to sauder it correctly.
After he is done, he sees that the RDT is working again, but checking in his datapad to make sure. It is now responsive.
GRID-05.773 radios in "<:: The RDT is fixed, moving to replace the lights in the Detainment cells."
I am off to school, so I'll reply in about 6-8 hours.
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As the units finish the beatings, they begin to untie the citizens. Some citizens stagger off to the UCH, others off to Precinct 3. Still others lay on the ground, writhing in pain. As for the units, some of the veterans stay behind and harass the wounded citizens. Those inexperienced would walk away briskly, silently disgusted at themselves. As for Elite Unit 350 of NOVA, he stood where he had been standing, hands clasped behind his back, drinking in the aftermath of his orchestration.
Eventually, he grows bored and begins to resume his patrol. Suddenly, something catches his eye: a lone citizen, loitering in the middle of the plaza. 350 turns towards the citizen, staring at him a few moments before casually strolling up to him, his steps slow and deliberate as his steel-toed boots plod along the crumbling cobblestone. As he approaches within a meter of the citizen, he stops, watching the citizen's face for a reaction.
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This towards me, Hazard?
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Yus
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Alrighty' then!
Jason continues to stagger down the plaza, he looks up slightly as slow and delibrate steps grow louder and louder. He turns towards the unit he saw earlier, he was a mere meter away, simply staring at him. Jason's eyes widened as he side-stepped as if he were just shoved, his mouth dropping slightly in a mixture of awe and extreme fright. He slowly unwraps himself of his arms, putting them in front of him, his elbows tucked into his stomach as his hands shake in fear. His hands slowly come in front of his face as he turns away slightly, his shoulders hunched as he squeezes his eyes shut, afraid of being struck.
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The heavy thuds of steel heeled boots hitting cobblestone come from behind 350, a shadow being cast across ground reaching to the feet of the fearful Citizen.
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Clever girl :'(
As 350 examined the citizen, he heard, nay, felt another presence. He knew that sound, the sound of bionic mechanisms maneuvering into place. Few had such augments, and only one of them was standing behind 350. Almost as if a cloud had passed, the cold menace and psychopathy disappeared from his body language as he slowly turned to face his superior. As he completed his turn, he could not help but be awestruck by Commander 03109's presence. Not only was he of impressive stature, but also of impressive dress and aura. To all who knew him, the digits 03109 struck some form of primal fear, from Recruits all the way up to Division Leaders. Few were safe from his wrath, and all knew it.
Forgetting the citizen behind him, 350 instinctively jolted upright, standing stiffly at attention, his hands clasped behind his back in a white-knuckle grip. Attempting to hide his awe, he asks, "Commander, sir?"
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The Commander stares down from his height of seven foot two, the dull black lenses of his helmet hide where he is truly glaring, the small scratches on the reinforced glass stand out at such a close distance. The Unit adorns his standard uniform, golden sword slung at his side and the feared Pulse rifle in his hands. The silver coated magnum rests at his side, signs of use are spread across it's surface, mainly the dried blood on the tip of the barrel. The Commander merely nods, "<:: Carry on." He then moves to walk away, the steel plates crackling against the cobblestone, creating distinct clinks as he walks back towards the Nexus.
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Inside the nexus, a low sound of mechanisms starting up is audible throughout the break room and detainment. The sound would be able; to be located in the stasis room, as it slowly stops once again. The stasis room remains in silence, before a couple of steps clicking against the ground are audible; the sound of leather and movement breaks through the clicks. The footsteps stop, as a slight click is audible.
"<:: Union commander 27070 reports on duty."
The sound of steps is once again heard, nearing the stasis doors before they are swung open, revealing a black and brown leather suit, with a single healthkit being placed on the left shoulder of the commander. On the person’s left side of her belt, a single magnum is hanging in its holster, with a HE grenade to the right side of the belt. On her back, a single pulse rifle is visible, hanging in its strap. Her facemask is in a dull grey color, with two bright green lenses, glowing up in the dark as she looks around to see if any is in the break room.
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Back, have you missed moi?
After 773 finished with the RDT, he puts the tools back into the box, and walking towards the Nexus. He goes to the MoC, to return the tools. A few audible metal sounds can be heard from there. He then pulls out 2 fluorescent light bulbs, carefully putting them inside the box.
He also gets a Screwdriver, just to make sure.[/i]
773 radios in "<:: Heading to Detainment to replace the light bulbs in cell number one and two."
Unit 773 then proceeds to the Detainment area, getting into cell one with a chair, and replacing the light bulb.
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As 03109 begins to walk away, 350's hands begin to unclench, and he begins to breathe again. Realizing the citizen is still behind him, he wheels around and says, "Citizen, move along," before walking off to resume his standard patrol.
I thought your magnum was gold-plated, KMP?
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As the bustling Nexus becomes more and more active, her eyes slowly flutter open, staring blankly at the cold metal floor. Déjà vu washed over her as it had countless mornings, always seeming to be in the same position upon waking. Vainly blinking the sleep from her eyes, she sat up, stifling a weary yawn. Looking aside at her locker and her burdening want for more sleep seemed to ebb away. She rocketed off her cot and strode to her locker untangling her sleep clumped hair before picking up her uniform. The warmness of nostalgia radiated off of her, displayed in her face by a cheeky smirk before placing it on. Lastly was her mask, holding it just before her face she cast a last glance around, her vision undistorted by the mask.
"I wonder what time it is..."
Shrugging off the thought, she slipped her mask into place before announcing casually over her radio.
"<:: APEX-DvL.211 is 10-8. Proceeding to standard duties."
Swiping her stunstick off the top of her locker she began to trudge out, twirling it in her hand and whistling, 'I'm Walking on Sunshine' to herself.
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It seems as the light in Detainment cell one is fixed, and 773 is coming out of it. He proceeds to the other cell, replacing the lights in it as well. After about 10 minutes, he comes out of the cell, quickly reaching for his radio.
773 radios in "<:: Alright, the lights in both of the cells are fixed. Resuming 10-50 around Precinct one."
He proceeds to the MoC first, unpacking the box. After that, he comes out of the nexus, unholsters his stun baton, and patrols.
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Rewind real fast to 031
After a moment of silence, Jason begins to hear something that could only be described as something gigantic heading his way. He looks down at his feet, only to see a shadow cast next to his feet. After a moment, he lowers his arms from his face, he begins to look up at the elite, before looking much higher at the colossus that stood above him. Jason, being diagnosed with PTVD, could only make a slightly audible intake of breath. His eyes darted rapidly as he took in every detail of the gigantic unit, from his, or its, facemask to his blood stained silver plated magnum. Jason felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his throat and call it quits right there. After a moment, the unit simply said, either towards Jason or the unit, "<:: Carry on." Before lumbering away as if he nothing had happened. Jason watched the unit walk away, before turning back towards the elite who seemed to be moving again. Jason had just realized he hadn't been breathing either, he let out a soft exhale. As the unit began to turn around, Jason took a step back in fear of being struck. "<:: Citizen, move along." The elite said, sounding as if he were still recovering from that breath-taking experince. Jason nodded quickly, he wrapped himself in his arms, trying to conserve body heat as he went towards the opposite direction of the unit, towards the UCH.
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During 864's precinct one check up he hears 773's status on the lights; the task is done he hears.
He taps on his facemask (where his chin would be) for a few moments, something reminded him, but what would that be? It seems his datapad will help him on the way it seems he goes to his recent messages examining them. This makes him grunt in frustration.
After 864 does his precinct "check-up" he walks back into the nexus when he does so he goes to the lower levels. As he goes to the "GRID Garage" he begins to type something in the office.
Whatever the unit has typed sent two prototype heavy weapons made for the sub-division FORGE. Before 864 testing the firepower he does the routine check-ups looking for faulty design and parts.
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As she paces down the hall, still twirling her stunstick, she find her feet subconsciously steering her towards the armory. Her sanctuary of sorts while awaiting the construction of the new APEX room. Standing in the stall she sizes up the buttons before pressing the corresponding numbers. The loud squawk of the alarm signals it's opening as she steps out and walks inside.
"<:: Unit 211 restocking armory..." she muttered plainly before sweeping her gaze across the scarcely stocked shelves.
Irritably rolling her eyes at the neglect from other units she begins dragging crates into the High Command section of the armory to restock. After several minutes of placing ammo of necessary shelves, she piles the empty crates in the corner where she found them with a satisfied sigh.
"<:: Armory restocked." Suddenly, a wave of curiosity washed over her as she heard the GRID garage door open and close.
She creaked the armory door open and poked her head out before noting nobody in sight. She walked out of the armory before locking it up tight and walking to the hall and over to the Garage. As the Nexus door slid open she began her decent, the metal of the stairs pattering with each step.
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*Percy settles in to his new room, He sniffs around the room, Smelling a horrible stench coming from the Bathroom, He opens the door then a Body of a Citizen with the CID: 57930, The body, Rotting to the bone, Percy runs downstairs onto the street shouting
"Help!"
After saying "Help" he starts to throw up then stops after a while.
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773 hears the screaming citizen crying for help, jogging to him.
"<:: What seems the problem, citizen?"
The citizen then throws up, and 773 jumps back to not get dirty.
"<:: Holy sh- Citizen, what happened to you?"
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As Jason makes his way to the doors of the UCH, a man suddenly runs past him, flinging open the double doors. Jason stumbles back, catching himself on nearby brickwork and watches as the man runs into the street. He hears the ever so-famaliar cries for help, and cringes as the man loses his lunch on the street. He shows a rather noticable hint of concern as he watches the unit and the man talk, concerned for the mans well-being. Jason looks back towards the UCH, his concern beginning to fall back onto himself as he fears what could be awaiting inside...
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Percy looks up to the officer and yells out
"Uhh...uhh, Apartment B6! Dead Body! In...*Puke* Bathroom!"
Percy pukes once more then faints.
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As he hears the puking citizen talk, 773 quickly pulls out his radio and talking into it.
"<:: A citizen here reports of a Dead body in UCH apartment B6, advise?"
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As 350 resumes his patrol, his radio crackles with reports of a dead body in the UCH. Switching it on, he speaks into it, "Elite Unit 350 of NOVA responding. Give me a moment to contact SPECTRE." Switching the frequency of his radio he calls out, "This is Elite Unit 350, are any SPECTRE-NOVA available?"
Gonna try and see if I can get ReDrUm or another forensics unit involved
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As 211 begins to walk into the garage, he sets up some targets at least 5-10; after this is complete he begins to set up an high-caliber emplacement gun and begins to aims down the sight, tapping on the trigger.
The trigger clicks as electrified dark energy shoots out toward the targets as the bullets hit one of the targets it creates a hole with the radius being at least 10-12 inches with 1-2 penetrating the target. He releases the trigger, switching to the next then repeats the burst. The gunfire test seems to last only half a minute as all the targets are seemingly cut in half.
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'Flower' watches carefully as the comotion occurs in the plaza, with units obviously reporting to some issue in the UCH. She merely follows their movements with her eyes from the bench in front of the plaza, not moving in any other real form. After a few moments of watching the show, she sighs, looking back down at her hands. Clearly more interesting than the daily happenings around the City. She should be used to units charging into the UCH by now, after all. She quietly hums to herself, kicking her feet back and forth ever so slightly, waiting for something more interesting to happen in such a dull place.
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The Commander barges out of the Nexus, his mechanical joints singing their song of suffering as the heavy thuds of his footsteps echo through the Plaza. The Commander only holds his sword in his hand, the sheath writhing about on his belt as he moves in a jog towards the UCH. He ignores the Unit and Citizen as he storms past, the concrete steps cracking under his boots. The thuds continue as you hear him move up the stairs, coming to a halt when he reaches the bathroom of B6.
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After a moment of watching all the commotion, Jason finds it better to just allow the CCA to do their job and move on. Jason blows some hot air into his hands, sulking slightly down the steps of the UCH. He walks down, again, the sidewalk of hugging the UCH. He starts to branch away from the sidewalk as it turns towards the RD, veering left towards the benches surronding the monument. His eyes just for a moment flick left as he sees the gigantic unit from before jogging back outside, he hunches his shoulders slightly as he runs towards the UCH. He keeps his head low as he avoids eye contact with anyone to his left, and also trying to conserve a little body heat, feeling rather chilly.
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A single lightbulb hangs from the ceiling, dimly lighting the corner where Max Mundie sits hunched over in a folding chair. He appears to be a rather shabbily-dressed middle-aged man with thinning hair, wearing wire-framed eyeglasses and a flimsy-looking headset connected to a battered radio. Presently, he yawns and takes off the headset, putting it around his neck. He then reaches across the table to flick a few switches on the radio, but not without audibly grumbling under his breath.
With that done, Mundie leans backwards and turns to yell over his shoulder.
" 'ey Knox! No transmissions from the Cartographer! That makes it, ehh... what, 15 days since we last heard from 'im?"
He scritch-scratches his temple, miffed.
"It don't seem right t' leave us in the dark like this! You don't think he's been compromised or anything, eh?"
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KMP, it is in B6, not A6.
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Sitting in a hunched posture at the metal desk within the office of the garage, GRID Divisional Leader 495 focuses on his datapad, transitioning between supporting his head with his hand and drumming his fingers on the desk he half-listens to the testing that 864 is conducting close by. After the gunfire ceases, 495 chuckles lightly shaking his head as he continues to type. Finishing, a faint *beep* followed by the standard saving screen appears on the interface: Saving... Saving... Done. After shutting it down, the Unit pushes his chair out of the desk's leg space to face the window, watching 864 and soon after 211 enter the room. Impressed by the Officer's test, he lets out a simple "Hmm..." as if to express his positive feelings.
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In the other end of the room, there is a small couch tailored for two, which appears to be occupied by a man in his early thirties. A lamp on a nearby end-table illuminates the couch and that general area. The man laying down on the couch dons a blue City 45 citizen jumpsuit with rolled up sleeves. His hair is unkempt, which goes well with his sprouting facial hair. His figure is rather slim, though there is in fact meat on those bones. This man was given the name Seth Knox at birth. Seth, having his feet hung over the arm-rest, swings them down to the hard and cold floor. He lifts himself up from the couch and heads over towards Max.
He talks and walks all at the same time.
"I doubt he'd get into anything too serious. He knows what's at risk, he's probably just... Doing something."
Seth grinds his teeth together, starting to speak again soon after.
"But let's try not to worry about it too much. He's done this before, he'll be back soon."
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As she enter, she leans against the wall and slips her thumbs in the loops of her belt like she often does. Once the shots are fired, she winces at the unexpected intensity of it's discharge but her legs show otherwise as she approaches. Her initial doubt melting away like an ice cube as she draws near.
"<:: Cute toy, Dolly."
Stopping beside him and inspecting it in his hand suddenly pausing as she notices 495. A small grin began to split her face under her mask before waving her hand over to him to get his attention.
"<:: Hey, 495! You should like totally have Dolly fix me up one of those things. It's fucking awesome!"
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Mundie shakes his head and turns around in his chair, facing his desk once again. Stacks of binders teeter haphazardly beside a small metal ashtray littered with cigarette butts. He exhales slowly, removing his eyeglasses and polishing them on his shirt.
"So, guess what last night's scavenging crew turned up," says Mundie as he grabs a binder from the stack nearest to him. "Water purification tablets, two bottles of 'em. The crew leader said he found 'em in the trunk of one of them blocked-up cellars, along with a couple cans of condensed milk and the like." Mundie wrinkles his nose at the thought. "Can't say I care too much for them 20 year old cans of milk, but them purification tablets sure will be handy."
He flips open the binder and begins scribbling in one of the pages with a pencil, muttering calculations to himself. "Hmm... 'ey Knox, we're just about up to our cell's food quota for the week, you wanna start telling the scavenging crews to concentrate on medical, or what?"
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He switches to the anti-vehicle weapon, first testing out for any faults of the design of the weapon. He tests on the trigger to make sure when one fires the weapon the rocket will fire at whatever the hell it was firing.
The trigger works it seems; He then now goes onto his datapad typing something into it, what appears to come next is an APC and a jalopy/resistance-vehicle; the two vehicles seem to stand 10 feet away having the right side of the resistance vehicle point toward the APC.
He loads up the missile into the weapon aiming the weapon toward the center where the APC and the other vehicle would be. As he clicks the trigger the missile slightly turns toward the left as it fires toward the jalopy then at the split moment a loud kaboom echoes through the room. The jalopy flying 15 feet in the air all up in flames.
He sets the weapons both down onto the table. "<:: Hey at least when a citizen runs from you, the Heavy Emplacement gun would blast their legs off." making a slight chuckle after the remark.
Tired, if you see any errors in the writing please point it out so I can fix it when I get back from school.
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A girl, aged around her mid or late 20's, standard citizen uniform on and the normal issue greatcoat on alongside, collar up, strolls through the plaza peacefully, before sitting down on a bench, looking about, watching the normal goings on of the day. She brushes her midnight black hair back behind her ear, sighing lightly.
It would be a long day of watching again it seems.
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495 sits watching from inside the office, smirking as he looks at 864's work in the garage and what It's done.
"<:: Yeah, we'll see about that." he says to 211 with a laugh. He locks his mask back onto his face and throws his AR2's sling over his neck, proceeding to step out onto the garage's main floor.
He tilts his head slightly and says, "<:: Very impressive 864. Very.. impressive."
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773 talks with the puking citizen a bit, waiting for a response. However, he sees 03109 getting into the UCH with his Sword out.
He quickly radios: "<:: Commander sir, do you require any assistance?"
Edit: Changed Katana to Sword.
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The girl notices the commotion regarding the UCH, and having seen the citizen in front of her puke, decides that she doesn't need to see any more. She gets up, and proceeds to stroll along to the P3 HAP, standing nearby it, having a quick scan and then slipping through, making a jog for the safety of precinct 3.
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Currently in City 45
Weather:
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Temperature: 6°C 43°F
Winds: 30km/h 18mph
!!!NEW!!!
Time of Day
Evening
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As the evening approaches, the sky begins to darken. Some heavier clouds have rolled in, making it a gloomy evening in City 45. These clouds have started to bring rain. The rain however is only spitting at intervals thus, walking around wouldn't really get you wet. With this rain however, it has begun to grow even colder outside. Anyone outside without a sweater or jacket would begin to feel moderately chilled.
The sewers remain full and clogged.
Nothing else is out of the ordinary in City 45.
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Percy has fainted..........
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Waiting for the description of the apartment plzthxkbye.
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Also waiting on either ReDrUm or Rudolph, as both Mooch and ReconPWN seem to abhor forum RP
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Unit 706 stands up, placing down the tools he had been using earlier. He quickly responds in the radio " <::SPECTRE 706, Responding."
He walks over to the cabinet, opening it. He takes a Forensics satchel from inside the cabinet, clipping it onto his waist. Unit 706 walks out of the Med-Bay and makes his way towards the apartments.
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Hehe, Spectre :3, like- nevermind xD
As the sun begins to set, Jason blinks twice as he looks around. He was standing by the Monument, sort of leaning against the fenceline that protected the monument. Jason stood still a moment, before a chill went up his stomach and chest, causing Jason to shiver. His eyes squeeze shut as he wraps himself in his arms for a moment, he momentarily recovers enough to start walking back towards the UCH. Taking care not to get in anyones way. He pushes his way through the double doors to the UCH, assuming no one's blocking them, he looks around, now standing alone in the lobby.
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"<:: Thank you sir." he turns his head toward the prototypes and places them back into storage. He then types up on his sending the report to
FORGE about the heavy weapons prototypes and report of how impressive the weapon was.
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Seeing as Texas is too lazy to make the Apartment's Desc, I shall go ahead and try to create one. Correct me if I am wrong in somethings.
A very bad smell comes from the third floor in the UCH, making everyone stay away from it.
If you would get into it, you would see a couch with dry blood on it, along side more Dry blood stains on the floor, leading to the bathroom. As you open the door, you see a body, completely filled with blood all over it, with its stomach torn open, and a few bones are visible.
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The girl continues walking through P3, nearing towards the end of it where she digs into her greatcoat, pulling out a small pocket radio, covered in rust yet still works, though a lot of masking tape is around it - obviously a DIY job;
"Monday, it safe this time?"
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As the next train stops at the train station with a screech, a man slowly picks himself up, leaning to the left to pick-up a small suitcase - obviously UU. approved. It doesn't appear to be bustling with clothes, so if you were watching him, it would be pretty easy to tell that he doesn't have very many personal belongings. He straightens himself out, brushes his shirt off from any dust that gathered, and slowly walks towards the train door, waiting in line to get through the narrow doorway.
Assuming no one stopped him, he slowly stepped off the train, and onto a platform. He blinked several times, and straightened his neck out, rubbing it with his free right hand, mumbling to himself about a 'neck cramp'. He walks, the suitcase still in his right hand, until he reaches the central plaza. Quickly making an observation deciding where to go first - he decides it would be quite well to sit down at one of the benches to wait for some time.
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Back to 773 yes.
After the citizen puked a bit more and said where the dead body was, he fainted on the floor.
773 jumps back a bit, so the citizen won't land on him. He then reaches for the radio on his shoulder, quickly radioing.
"<:: I got a fainted citizen in the plaza, advise?"
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Hearing the request from 773 over the radio, 495 toggles his radio and says in his deep yet very calm voice, "<:: Try to get a CWU to come take a look him and uh.. pull him off to the side." The unit then makes his way up and out of the Nexus, walking down the steps into the cool November air. He pulls his stunbaton off his duty belt and double checks for zipties before beginning to walk down the sidewalk toward the Precinct 3 hardpoint. "<:: 495 is 10-50 around P1."
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773 hears the answer to his transmission, quickly responding "<:: 10-4, sir."
He first puts the fainted citizen on his side, then stopping a worker that is walking towards the UCH.
"<:: Worker! I have a fainted citizen here, do you think you can handle him?"
Not stopping a specific CWU member, reply to me if you want.
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Max Mundie gives a start and sits up in his creaky metal chair. "Hold on, we got an incomin' transmission." He unplugs the headset connected to the radio, allowing the speakers to take over. Mundie leans forward and gives one of the front dials a twist, causing the sound of static to fill the musty room. A garbled female voice faintly filters out of the speakers.
Monday... *kssht* ...safe this time?
A moment of hesitation - Mundie glances over his shoulder to Knox for approval and gets the thumbs up. With surprising speed, he re-plugs the headset, holding it tightly to his ears while speaking into the microphone with an even and measured tone.
Unknown sender, identify yourself, over.
Brow furrowed in concentration, Mundie scrabbles for a pencil and paper as he waits for a response.
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The girl looks around her after hearing the return transmission to check she is safe to respond again, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear before starting;
"Four Five Pappa Three Foxtrot Shadow checking in, over." She then hides her radio again waiting for the response, she begins scrounging in her coats pockets for something, though doesn't find it, sighing and leaving her hands in the pockets to evade the cold of the night.
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Mundie cracks a good natured smirk in spite of himself and looks at his wristwatch. "Well, shit. Shadow's right on time, as usual," he mutters half to himself, half to Knox. He opens a notebook to a well-filled-out chart and traces the row for "Shadow." A few jots of his pencil later, and a confirmed check-in for Shadow is documented on 11/17/17, 20:11.
He speaks into the microphone, "Good to hear back from you, Shadow. We're gonna try putting our next drop underneath Diordna, unless they still have it locked down." Mundie pauses, considering. "The alternate site is at the canal warehouse if Diordna's a no-go, but do you think it's possible to get into Diordna from the street?"
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She walks down one of the streets slightly, doing her usual set of checks while talking on a radio;
"Authority have been stepping patrols through the plaza lately so Diordna's is getting a bit hard to get near without being incredibly suspicious. Alongside that, other so called 'resistance' groups are starting to act like they're the dogs bollocks and the combine are clocking on and stamping on them, making life all the general difficult we could do without from them."
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905 takes her radio in hand and says down it <:: I think the drains may need a clearing, should I go asses the situation? And if so, where should I start?
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A muffled, muttering voice emerges over the radio, "<:: If I don't find at least four Units at B6 is the next five minutes, I will shove my boot so far up your asses the water on my knee will quench your thirst."
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Before the worker can reply, 773 hears the instructions of the Commander. He turns to the worker.
"<:: Just take of him, I need to go."
He quickly radios in: "<:: Inbound to UCH, sir."
You can see him walking a bit faster than usual, entering the UCH, and then going up to the 3rd floor, meeting up with Commander 03109.
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495 stops walking along the sidewalk and radios in after the Commander speaks "<:: Inbound sir." The unit makes his way over to the UCH and enters quickly, hurrying over to the room.
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( GRID-360 calls in on the radio... )
<:: Inbound to that 10-20
He then begins to make his way with haste to the UCH - Room B6, as he walks he checks that his fire arms are of working condition, he slings his shotgun, pumping it once before entering.)
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As the Units enter the third floor, a distinct lack of a Commander is noticed. Over the radio, the same muffled voice speaks "<:: Deal with the issue."
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Walks up to the room, he doesn't see the commander in site. He talks over the radio
<::Copy that, sir. We've got it under control.
Shifts his gaze to 495.'
<:: What's the situation sir?
Continues to look around cautiously, his SPAS-12 shotgun ready.
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495 grips his AR2 close to his chest as he pushes the apartment door open with his boot. The gruesome sight becomes visible to the units as he tilts his head toward the scene. "<:: Looks like NOVA will need to take a look." 495 walks to the bathroom, checking for any other surprises as well as around the room, making sure not to tamper with anything too important.
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773 quickly radios back to the Commander's orders, while getting inside the room with 905 and 495.
"<:: 10-4 sir."
He looks around the room, seeing the blood all over, and smelling the bad smell a bit, even though he has his facemask on.
He unholsters his 9mm, as it is his highest lethal. 773 watches 495 closely as he walks to the bathroom, where the blood stains lead.
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GRID-360 activates his UV optics. He examines the area of all biological waste, including blood, urine, so on and so forth. He quickly snaps images of the area, uploading them to the nexus data base.
<:: I'm taking pictures of the crime scene, uploading them now. We're gonna need an 11-44 here. I wouldn't move anything until we have a static model of the crime scene.
He gets on the radio.
<:: Requesting 2 Forensic NOVA units to the UCH. High priority crime scene. Might wanna bring an 11-44 kit.
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905 walks around P1 idly watching everything unfold and then says down the radio <:: Need any assistance?
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The man who continues to sit on the bench looks around, noticing the increased Civil Protection activity. He knows that he wants to find out what's going on, but the chance of that happening is zero - he gets up, and observes from a distance.
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350 knew better than to not listen to 03109. Calling over his radio, he says, "Unit 350 reporting in. I will be inbound shortly with a body bag." 350 begins to walk briskly back to the Nexus, down to the medbay.
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She walks down one of the streets slightly, doing her usual set of checks while talking on a radio;
"Authority have been stepping patrols through the plaza lately so Diordna's is getting a bit hard to get near without being incredibly suspicious. Alongside that, other so called 'resistance' groups are starting to act like they're the dogs bollocks and the combine are clocking on and stamping on them, making life all the general difficult we could do without from them."
Mundie runs his fingers through his thinning hair and frowns. "Mmkay, no surprise there." He leans backwards in his chair, crossing his legs and resting the notebook on his knee.
"So listen- ten AM tomorrow," he jabs the musty air with his pencil as he speaks the time - "You're gonna pick up your drop in the empty warehouse on the canal. We'll stuff all the shit inside the green cabinet, as usual. And you best be taking all the usual precautions, make sure you ain't being followed or spied on."
More scribbling in the notebook.
"Oh, and we're assuming you managed to distribute all the contraband from your last drop. How'd that go?"
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Currently in City 45
Weather:
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Temperature: 2°C 35°F
Winds: 30km/h 18mph
Time of Day
Early Night
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The sun falls below the horizon, allowing darkness to flood over the city. The rain begins to fall harder, this time making being outside uncomfortable. The temperatures begin to fall to where just being outside without a jacket or sweater would make one shiver.
The sewers begin to fill more with water due to clogging. This is still unnoticeable at street level.
Nothing else is out of the ordinary in City 45.
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905 shudders in the rain, only by habit and not because she is cold. 905 continues to walk but speeds up as to go inside and eat.
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She walks down one of the streets slightly, doing her usual set of checks while talking on a radio;
"Authority have been stepping patrols through the plaza lately so Diordna's is getting a bit hard to get near without being incredibly suspicious. Alongside that, other so called 'resistance' groups are starting to act like they're the dogs bollocks and the combine are clocking on and stamping on them, making life all the general difficult we could do without from them."
Mundie runs his fingers through his thinning hair and frowns. "Mmkay, no surprise there." He leans backwards in his chair, crossing his legs and resting the notebook on his knee.
"So listen- ten AM tomorrow," he jabs the musty air with his pencil as he speaks the time - "You're gonna pick up your drop in the empty warehouse on the canal. We'll stuff all the shit inside the green cabinet, as usual. And you best be taking all the usual precautions, make sure you ain't being followed or spied on."
More scribbling in the notebook.
"Oh, and we're assuming you managed to distribute all the contraband from your last drop. How'd that go?"
Shadow frowns as the skies begin to open more, a slight sounding of the rain would be heard through the radio.
"Roger Dodger, 10AM it is. Oh, I take more precautions than the usual you tell the others anyway, you know that.*A sigh is heard* Well, there was a slight problem regarding distributing all the other stuff, got most of it out except from one of the standard dealers I use. He decided it would be nice to try and get me turned in but he forgot how he knew not of my name and nothing of what I looked like except height and that im a girl. He then found himself turned in, getting me some brownie points with the combine."
Throughout the conversation, shadow had been moving to a locked doorway, the small porch providing protection from the rain.
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Grabbing a body bag out of the medical cabinet, 350 begins his trek to the UCH, radioing in, "350 again. I wish to repeat 360's plea and have at least one SPECTRE unit to the UCH before someone contaminates it."
Guess I'm going to have to grab some SPECTRE units by the collar again...
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Lol, this is pretty much a CCARP thread. I WILL SAVE IT FROM BECOMING ONE!!!
Inside the UCH, in room B5, Gabe awakes, blinking and rubbing his forehead in obvious pain. He groans, overhearing the CCA's activity in the room next door. He sighs, pushing himself off the bed, walking over to the bathroom. He goes through the door way, still lacking any true awakeness. He sighs, looking in the mirror. His eyes jolt open as a bloody jumpsuit appears on his person. As he feels his chest, he jerks his hand away, as it's real and there.
O-Oh my God....
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905 stops at the Nexus entrance and decides to not enter, she paces around thinking. 905 says down her radio
<:: Need any help?
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Time to bring in another character.
As Amanda walks through the tunnels of the abandoned, combine free Precinct 3, she bumps into a paper, picking it up and looking at it.
It seems as some kind of a picture is drawn on it, it reminds some a skull.
Oz's"Third Eye" thing yes?
"What the hell is this... "Third... Eye"? Hmph. They wish to have a chance at taking those units down... Even if all of those Groups were combined... What if... /I/ would join one...?
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495 lets his rifle hang off the sling as he leans against a wall of the apartment room, arms folded. He looks at the corpse for a moment before looking over to 360. "<:: This seems to happen quite a lot.. Like, at lease once a week." He pushes off of the wall and walks over to one of the windows with the view of the Nexus' wall, a faint glow coming from his optics. "<:: Working on our next project right now for you guys in forge. Gonna try to get nova involved as well."
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A female figure in the standard citizen issue raincoat is leaning against the tunnel wall, just ahead of Amanda. She smirks, her face just visible.
"Depends on what you can do... Half of these groups are hippie potheads and the other half don't know the front of the gun from the back of it..."
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Sorry i haven't been posting, I have been away for awhile.
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Bump so I don't die waiting in the UCH.
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Still waiting on ,Rudolph
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Down in the lower levels of the Nexus, an off-duty unit lays in his bed as his radio continues to spout out random words and phrases beside him. He twist and turns as the he hears things such as "<:: Unit 773, 10-8. Proceeding to 10-50 around P1.", "<:: Armory restocked." , and countless more. Getting irritated with the slew of commands, reports, and general conversations being discussed, he forces himself up and turns off the radio. It is usually at this time that he decides to go ahead and wake himself up, get dressed, and prepare himself for another day of patrolling and getting yelled at.
After the man gets out of his bed, he walks over to a set of lockers that adorn the side of the rooms walls, and searches the various lockers looking for his own. He stops infront of a locker labeled '155' and enters in the combination, opening it and revealing his gear.
155 makes his way towards the elevator with all his gear on - minus his facemask, which he is holding under his arm.
As he rides up the elevator, he turns to his radio and says "Unit 155 is on-duty, 10-8. Currently moving to 10-50, Precinct 1.".
When he arrives at the airlock, he lets out a sigh, and places his facemask on the top of his head, locking it in place. He then opens the airlock doors, and walks outside towards his patrol route.
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