<i>Spark - You don't know of anywhere except for Joeys and the hollow. Of cause, there's likely to be a lot of places around the city, in different bars, but you don't have any connections in there.</i>
<b>I'm starting to think that I should've used some of my weapon points for a style of martial arts, that way, I could be deadly even when unarmed. I guess I can't redirect points at this stage. Hey, how about we get a certain number of weapon or exp points for each person our character kills?</b>
<b>Well, if you want to, it should be possible to change some points still, just message me.
As for experience, it might be possible, but I won't base it on kills since some characters are more prone to killing sprees than others <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo--> Also, since the focus on skills in this RPG aren't really high, it'll take some work to get an experience system working. If you want, I could do that, but currently I'm working on a system for another RPG I'm starting, so it will take a while.</b>
<i>Bill - "I'm afraid we'll have to take an hour or two of your time sir" the man replies. The police car pulls up to the sidewalk and stops right in front of you.</i>
<span style='color:DarkKhaki'>"Lets just get this over with, OK?" *Colin walks over to the car* *'Bloody hell, should have knocked him off when the ambulance left.' Colin thinks to himself*</span>
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<!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--> Also sorry Xect if my post goes agasint the rules in anyway. Plus it 11:30 so this post will have errors in it most likely. <span style='color:violet'> Location: Metro station
'May aswell try Joeys, Hollow would be suicide.' He gets up and stretches his back and pulls his coat tight across his chest for some warmth, he climbs up the metro steps and into the cold. He walks of in the direction of 'Joeys' while looking down at the ground thinking events through, his vision becoming too clouded, he walked into something and fell over onto the cold hard ground. Sarlex rose his head to see what he walked into, it was a little child only about 6 years old his mother was picking him up and cleaning him of while the dad offered his hand to pick Sarlex up, Sarlex looked at the hand it slowly faded away from his view by a darkening flash then a room came into focus.
He stood up and looked around the room, it seemed familiar, chinese painting and decorations, it was home. A door at the end of the hall way opened and a chinese woman walked out, she had hazel eyes and jet black hair, she was fairly small but beautiful. Sarlex knew who she was, his mum, she walked through him and opened a door behind him and closed it behind her. The door from where Sarlex's mum came from opened again and this time a man walked out, unlike his mum, Sarlex's dad wasn't Asian, he was British and tall, the same height as him almost, his hair was short and brown and his body, big and strong. He walked past him like his mum did and went inside the room behind Sarlex but left the door opened, Sarlex opened it and went inside, his parents were sitting on a childs bed; his bed, and nuturing the young Sarlex. 'How it should have been.' Sarlex thought to himself. 'It didn't go that way did it? No.'
The room pulled away to reveal a dark raining night in a quiet neighbourghood. 'This is it.' Sarlex said to himself, he walked up to a blue car infront of him and looked inside at the 18 year old Sarlex. He remebered how he got there, his parents where mercs like him only working for the goverment to stop crime. They told him this when he was 17, since then he wanted to become one and they agreed to let him drive the get away car for this mission when he was 18. Sarlex remembered how he was excited about this mission and slightly nervous, he turned away from the teenage Sarlex and looked at a man walking down the street; the man who changed everything. He walked up to the car Sarlex was in and knocked on the window, Sarlex rolled it down. "Chez, what is your name my i ask ?" The man asked in a heavy Polish voice, he had red hair and was tall with sapphire blue eyes. "I'm Sarlex, may i help you ?" Teenage Sarlex replied, slightly nervous. "I am sorry, i have the wrong person." The man replied and walked off. Sarlex looked away in depression, he was watching this and he couldn't help in anyway, he can't change his life at all now.
The car door behind slammed and he looked behind him see the teenage Sarlex wonder down the street, Sarlex followed him, tears slowly building up in his eyes before pouring down faster than the rain as they approached the alley way and the sight round the corner of it. The teenage Sarlex froze not understanding why he was seeing this, Sarlex walked round and looked at his parents bodies, they were holding each other while leaning agasint the side of the wall, they looked so peaceful to him, he started crying hard and bent down to his parents body and embracing them, he woke up and was back in the streets of Poland, remembering why he came here; for revenge, kill the man who killed his parents and ruined his whole life.
He looked around at the Polish street, the family had gone and left him, he picked himself up and carryed on walking to 'Joeys' his heart feeling heavy as lead.</span>
<b>Umm, Xect, could you tell us what happens to Khaim and I now? We're on the train, are we already back at the station or what?
Sparks deserves a hand. That was a very nice piece of background/fiction. I like the way of how it ties in with what he said earlier. Something about the last time he gave out his name, people died.
<b>Yeah, nice work Sparks <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--> Possible unacceptable story jack coming up, but c?est la RPGing <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> Also, sorry for using your character?s name <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
<span style='color:orange'>*Estella arrives back at the university, and enters the foyer of the medical building. The people there are wandering around rather aimlessly, unsure of what to do after the heavy bombing raids of a few hours ago.* ?I didn?t want to come back here...but this is preferable to staying with that guy. I?ll talk to my parents later and see if they?re okay when the phone lines are back up.? *She walks to the lecture theatre, only to find a large notice pinned to the door. She reads the words softly to herself.* ?Due to the seriousness of the casualties sustained in the bombings, the hospitals have requested that all final year medical students report immediately to assist with treatment of the injured. There are police officers waiting at the south exit of the building to transport these students to the hospitals.? *She frowns to herself again.* ?Blast, I?ll have to go quickly to catch the police before they leave...? *Estella runs immediately to the southern exit of the medical building.*</span>
<b>Is it just me, or is everyone running away from each other again?</b>
<b><span style='color:red'>"Where am I?" *Anthony tried to look around the room, while keeping his eye mostly closed, so that the doctors couldn't see it*</span></b>
<b>So, another part of the mysterious background revealed. Trust me, it's only getting better <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->
What nationality is your character after all Bill? and would he be able to get a passport? A mysterious background is good, but it's making it quite hard on me to get things to fit <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Also, I've realized that at times like this, we waste a lot of time going through the steps of boring tasks, so if you want to, you're welcome to "predict" the actions, so that you won't have to wait for confirmation with every step. Perhaps we should introduce a notation for such things. That way, you wouldn't have to wait for the "you get to the bar" posts to come. If something happens that doesn't fit with your predictions, then I'll just tell you when it happens and we'll go on from where you got to.</b>
<i>Bill - You arrive at the station, and a policeman asks you to take follow him inside, telling you that they are already calling the embassy regarding your replacement passport. You're informed that someone from the embassy, if all goes well, should come over and take care of matters.
Sparks - You arrive at Joey's. It looks as it did when you left it, nothing exciting here.
Khaim, Terran - You get back to the city. Looking for a hotel, you find a number of ruins (seems they were major targets during the bombing runs). Finally, after searching for a while, you find an average private-owned hotel roughly around the place where Joey's is. Looks like a nice little place.
Estella - There's still a few cars waiting at the entrance. Getting into one of them, the officer starts driving towards one of the city hospitals. "Good to see another student, we need everyone we can get. The injured are piling up in the hospital, and as if it wasn't enough, some crazy guy came in just this morning with a gunshot wound from some barfight. Why can't they just keep down the fighting untill we have time for it?"
Darkness - You're in a hospital bed in a large room. There's at least 10 other beds, and as far as you can see, most of them are filled."</i>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> <i>Location: Outside a Hotel near Joey's</i> *Adrian looks over the hotel, then looks at Joey's. He is clearly concerned once again about the situation.* "Man, why the hell is this still standing? I mean, could they have bombed this and left another hotel <i>far away</i> from Joey's standing? This is probably full of mercs and their kind staying over for the night." *After further contemplation, he then looks at Raziel* "I think you might want to put all that money of yours in the hotel safe after you check in. Proabably a lot of buggers hanging around in there." </span></span>
<span style='color:Teal'>*Raziel looks around at the hotel and at Joey's.* "Yeah, well we should fit right in then. And I'll just keep the money on me, we won't be leaving anywhere without checking out first probably anyway, plus, with all those merc types, it wouldn't supprise me if the hotel guys took the money out of the safe just for the hell of it." *He walks into the hotel and up to the front desk.* "A room for two... a decent one if one's availible." *He takes the keys offered by the man at the desk, glancing at them, the words on the keys read: 3B.* "Third floor, not bad, shouldn't be a bad climb then..." *He looks for a flight of stairs and climbs up to the third floor, finding room B and opening it with the keys. A modest room, 2 average sized beds and a bathroom.* "Not bad..." *Raziel walks into the room, fliping the safety back on on his pistol and tossing it onto one of the beds before sitting down on the bed and stretching out.* "Damn man, been a long time scince I got a nice rest." *He looks around to see if there's a clock in the room, and see what time it is now.* "What time is it now anyway here...?"</span> <b>I assume the hotel has room? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> If not, post now or forever hold your peace. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
The flashback had warn of now, though the scar inside was burning again. The door felt so heavy now as Sarlex pushed it open, he walked inside to the warmth of Joeys. He ordered a beer and drank his problem away, he felt so helpless, lonely and small now. He keeps a eye out for any customers who are willing to buy the subs of him. </span>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> "Oh, right. Fit in...absolutely. I wonder what my father would think of this <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->." *Adrian follows Raziel, looking around at the people that passby. He is rather happy once he reaches the room* "Eh, not much I see, but it's better than nothing. I wonder if there is a TV or something stuck in the wall or a cabinet somewhere." *After taking off his web gear and unloading his pistol, which he puts down on his bed, Adrian walks around to the window* "I think you used to only be able to see the wall of the adjacent building through this window, but now you can see right past as that building has seemed to have...disappeared." *He then looks at his stuff on the bed, and sees his radio* "Ooh...forgot about that. Wouldn't mind if I checked out the situation now, do you?" *Walking over and picking up the radio, he then thumbs the dial a bit, trying to recall the number of the British news station. However, it is kept off untill Raziel responds.* </span></span>
<span style='color:Teal'>*Raziel lays back on the bed and closes his eyes, resting.* "Yeah, sure, go ahead." *He listens to Adrian fiddle with the radio and any broadcasts he finds while resting.*</span>
<b><span style='color:red'>"I hate hospitals." *Anthony drifts off to sleep, but is soon haunted by memories from three years ago, in Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Memories from that night flood his mind in perfect clarity. He was sitting with his parents watching TV when he was 12 and a half. Suddenly, the front windows of the house burst open from SMG fire. The three dropped to the floor as two balaclava wearing crooks carring Ingrams walked in and started looking for things worth stealing, one keeping his gun trained on the family. The young Anthony remembers something from his martial arts training, if you can't run away from a weapon, run towards it. Grabbing a cushion that had fallen off the couch he threw it at the nearest crook, knocking his gun out of the way. He quickly rushed the crook and grabbed his wrist and twisted it so the gun was pointed at the crooks face, who reflexively pulled the trigger. Hearing the gunfire, the dead crooks partner rushed into the room and, upon seeing his dead partner, killed the parents. But before he could kill Anthony, the kid had run up to him and slashed him across the back of his gun hand with a knife the dead one had on him. Dropping the Ingram, he looked at his hand, amazed that a kid could do that. "Now you've done it, kid. Say your prayers!" the crook had said. Anthony was ignoring most of what happened, he ignored the fact that he had killed a person, ignored the fact that his parents were dead. He would worry about those later. Before he could attack, the remaining crook pulled out a glove with his wounded hand and slid it on. The glove had sharp claws on it, easily three inches long. Before Anthony could react, crook formed his hand into a spearhead shape and slashed upward. Anthony managed to lean back and away from the claws, partly. The claws dug deep into his skin, running from his chin to his forehead, destroying his left eye and severely damaging the retina. Anthony hit the ground flat on his back and, ignoring the pain, threw the knife into the crooks throat. He struggled to breath around the stainless steel in his throat, but soon died. Anthony immediatly passed out from blood loss. After waking up in hospital, he found out that for some strange reason, his remaining eye had turned completely blood red. Not just the iris, but the pupil and white as well. It hadn't been from any damage, it seemed like a natural change, like a chamelion changing its skin colour. Six months later, he left Earth and went to Europa. Living on the streets for two years had taught him one thing, kill or be killed. The last year had been spent in a small house he purchased with the money he collected from Europa's various bounties and oportunities for mercenary work, developing quite a reputation on Europa. He was called the 'Shadow Mercenary' and a rare few who had seen his remaining eye knew him as 'Bloodeye'. He had reurned to Earth the year before, to see his friends, like he wanted to do now. Unfortunatley, the shuttle had to make a stop in Warszaw for some reason.*</span> I'm not doing this just because Sparks did, I was going to do this anyway.</b>
<span style='color:orange'>"Hey, thanks for the lift! Yeah, there's so much violence on the streets of Warszawa these days...it's quite sad, really." *Estella waves good-bye to the policeman, and walks into the foyer of the emergency theatre. It is very crowded, with incoming injured and triage nurses working frantically to sort the sick. She fights her way through the bustle of people, and reaches the reception desk.* “Hi, I’m a final year medical student who’s just arrived from the university – where should I go to help? There’s a new gunshot victim who’s just arrived? If you’ll just give me directions on how to reach the ward, I’d gladly go and take a medical history for the record. Thanks.” *She is given directions on how to reach the ward, and sets off to the lifts immediately.*</span>
*After arriving at university, Svetlana went to her locker and removed the pathology textbook and set of tutorial notes she had left there the previous week. Feeling in better spirits after walking through the picturesque campus, she quickly made her way to the main lecture theatre in time for her first class.*
<b>Bill, I think you will have to give me your full history, because I need to know some specific details about your past, such as where you come from (told me that), why you left, when you returned to earth and so on. Also, no, there's not any genetic manipulation of that scale going on.
Also, to keep these predictions working, I suggest we implement a new notation. When predicting things, write in slashes what you're "expecting", like /if things are as they usually are/.</b>
<i>Spark - You don't know anyone in here. You could ask someone who looks like they would buy a sub, lots of those around, but you don't know anyone, so it might be risky. Of cause, there's still Kell <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Khaim, Terran - Adrian finds the british station. Nothing specific has happened just now, it seems, because they're stuck in the classical reporting from a day-old incident. Interviews with leaders, interview with victims, repetitions of the events, news announcers repeting everything they have already said, interview with random professors, more interviews with leaders, another repetition of the things that has happened in the 27 hours since the bombings ended and so on. It seems the G.A.C. are happily telling everyone who listens that they have confirmed the identity of the dead Juhziz by genetical examinations.
Parhelion - You arrive at the bed. In it lies a man, currently sleeping. He seems to have lost one eye to a cut or something, because it's badly damaged and there's a scar running through it.
Solanaceae - You find, just as Parhelion did, that there is no lectures going on because of the chaos caused by the bombs.</i>
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->After waking up in hospital, he found out that the crooks had been part of a government experiment in genetic manipulation<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> [B]GAC don't conduct such experiments on the human body as they are humane, UEN can not afford such experiments and due to many religous belief will not do such a thing aswell, other corporations aswell woudln't do such a thing as they would get in a lot of trouble. Sorry for any trouble this causes.
<span style='color:violet'> Location: Joeys.
'What about Kell ?' He drank some more of his beer. 'Doesn't seem the gun type. How do you know? Can't hurt to try can it? Suppose not.' He gulps down the remainer of his beer and wipes the mess of his mouth on his coat, he never thought about it but his coat was becoming abit dirty. 'What would she say if she saw how untidy you kept it? Please don't talk about her, flashback of my parents was hard enough don't need two.' He stands up and walks over to the barkeep. "I'm looking for Kell, is he here ?"</span>
<span style='color:Teal'>--LOCATION: Hotel nearby Joey's, 3rd floor, Room B.-- *Raziel gets up and walks over to the door and locks it, chain and normal lock, so that no one can get in, before walking back to the bed he was sitting on and laying down.* "I'm guna go to sleep, between the space-lag and the 27 hour day, I'm about to pass out here... Feel free to relax or watch tv or something, if there's one in here." *He rolls over onto his side and goes to sleep ontop of the bed with his pistol right beside him.*</span>
Pulling a rusted metal chair closer to where Jack is sitting, Wyzak sits down and waits for Jack to decrypt the note. Taking in his surroundings, Wyzak takes note of the rotting smell in the air and remembers a time when he would have been reviled to be in a place like this, in his sheltered youth, brought up in the rich suburbs of Poland.
His eyes darts around the room and tries to penetrate the darkness of the apartment, the only light coming from the pocket torch that Jack is using to read the note with. Stretching his neck around, Wyzak stifles a yawn and rubs his eyes. The day has been a long one and his body is crying out for sleep. To take his mind off rest, Wyzak turns to Jack and asks, "What's your progress on the note?" </span>
<i>Spark - "Yeah, follow me" the barkeep whispers. Then he shows you into the same backroom you were in last time. Kell examines your weapons, checking the chambers and testing the trigger, generally looking like he knows what he's doing. Doesnt take him long to reach a conclusion though: "Cheap stuff. I'll probably be able to pass them on to some small-time gang. I can give you 2 grant for all of them."
Khaim - Exhausted from the last day, you fall asleep pretty quickly with the events of the last 27 hours spinning in your head.
Zero - Jack sits there for a while, taking notes, muttering under his breath trying to remember the code and writing some more, then he hands you the translated note:</i>
He looks a little startled how efficent this guy was. "Do you know what kind of people use these guns ? Such as the GAC, UEN or a local gang or does everyone use them ?" He takes the two grand from Kell, hoping the old man can answer his question.</span>
<i>Spark - He looks at them closely for marks that could distinguish them. "Not sure. These things are used by just about any thug in the area. They are cheap and effective for the price. Take my advice, however, and use them only if it's all you can afford."</i>
<b>Thanks, going to make it a lot easier to fit the happenings so I don't end up screwing something up <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
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Location: Metro station
He walks away from the girls and goes inside the metro station to rest on a bench and thinks to himself.
'Where can i sell these subs ?'</span>
"So, how long is this going to take?"</span>
As for experience, it might be possible, but I won't base it on kills since some characters are more prone to killing sprees than others <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo--> Also, since the focus on skills in this RPG aren't really high, it'll take some work to get an experience system working. If you want, I could do that, but currently I'm working on a system for another RPG I'm starting, so it will take a while.</b>
<i>Bill - "I'm afraid we'll have to take an hour or two of your time sir" the man replies. The police car pulls up to the sidewalk and stops right in front of you.</i>
*Colin walks over to the car*
*'Bloody hell, should have knocked him off when the ambulance left.' Colin thinks to himself*</span>
<!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--> Also sorry Xect if my post goes agasint the rules in anyway.
Plus it 11:30 so this post will have errors in it most likely.
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Location: Metro station
'May aswell try Joeys, Hollow would be suicide.'
He gets up and stretches his back and pulls his coat tight across his chest for some warmth, he climbs up the metro steps and into the cold. He walks of in the direction of 'Joeys' while looking down at the ground thinking events through, his vision becoming too clouded, he walked into something and fell over onto the cold hard ground. Sarlex rose his head to see what he walked into, it was a little child only about 6 years old his mother was picking him up and cleaning him of while the dad offered his hand to pick Sarlex up, Sarlex looked at the hand it slowly faded away from his view by a darkening flash then a room came into focus.
He stood up and looked around the room, it seemed familiar, chinese painting and decorations, it was home. A door at the end of the hall way opened and a chinese woman walked out, she had hazel eyes and jet black hair, she was fairly small but beautiful. Sarlex knew who she was, his mum, she walked through him and opened a door behind him and closed it behind her. The door from where Sarlex's mum came from opened again and this time a man walked out, unlike his mum, Sarlex's dad wasn't Asian, he was British and tall, the same height as him almost, his hair was short and brown and his body, big and strong. He walked past him like his mum did and went inside the room behind Sarlex but left the door opened, Sarlex opened it and went inside, his parents were sitting on a childs bed; his bed, and nuturing the young Sarlex. 'How it should have been.' Sarlex thought to himself. 'It didn't go that way did it? No.'
The room pulled away to reveal a dark raining night in a quiet neighbourghood. 'This is it.' Sarlex said to himself, he walked up to a blue car infront of him and looked inside at the 18 year old Sarlex. He remebered how he got there, his parents where mercs like him only working for the goverment to stop crime. They told him this when he was 17, since then he wanted to become one and they agreed to let him drive the get away car for this mission when he was 18. Sarlex remembered how he was excited about this mission and slightly nervous, he turned away from the teenage Sarlex and looked at a man walking down the street; the man who changed everything. He walked up to the car Sarlex was in and knocked on the window, Sarlex rolled it down.
"Chez, what is your name my i ask ?" The man asked in a heavy Polish voice, he had red hair and was tall with sapphire blue eyes.
"I'm Sarlex, may i help you ?" Teenage Sarlex replied, slightly nervous.
"I am sorry, i have the wrong person." The man replied and walked off.
Sarlex looked away in depression, he was watching this and he couldn't help in anyway, he can't change his life at all now.
The car door behind slammed and he looked behind him see the teenage Sarlex wonder down the street, Sarlex followed him, tears slowly building up in his eyes before pouring down faster than the rain as they approached the alley way and the sight round the corner of it. The teenage Sarlex froze not understanding why he was seeing this, Sarlex walked round and looked at his parents bodies, they were holding each other while leaning agasint the side of the wall, they looked so peaceful to him, he started crying hard and bent down to his parents body and embracing them, he woke up and was back in the streets of Poland, remembering why he came here; for revenge, kill the man who killed his parents and ruined his whole life.
He looked around at the Polish street, the family had gone and left him, he picked himself up and carryed on walking to 'Joeys' his heart feeling heavy as lead.</span>
Sparks deserves a hand. That was a very nice piece of background/fiction. I like the way of how it ties in with what he said earlier. Something about the last time he gave out his name, people died.
/me claps</b>
/me claps as well.
And yeah, is the train still there?/Are we on it?/Did it head back the other way?/Did it go on? Lol, lotta questions. ^_^</b>
<span style='color:orange'>*Estella arrives back at the university, and enters the foyer of the medical building. The people there are wandering around rather aimlessly, unsure of what to do after the heavy bombing raids of a few hours ago.*
?I didn?t want to come back here...but this is preferable to staying with that guy. I?ll talk to my parents later and see if they?re okay when the phone lines are back up.?
*She walks to the lecture theatre, only to find a large notice pinned to the door. She reads the words softly to herself.*
?Due to the seriousness of the casualties sustained in the bombings, the hospitals have requested that all final year medical students report immediately to assist with treatment of the injured. There are police officers waiting at the south exit of the building to transport these students to the hospitals.?
*She frowns to herself again.*
?Blast, I?ll have to go quickly to catch the police before they leave...?
*Estella runs immediately to the southern exit of the medical building.*</span>
<b>Is it just me, or is everyone running away from each other again?</b>
*Anthony tried to look around the room, while keeping his eye mostly closed, so that the doctors couldn't see it*</span></b>
What nationality is your character after all Bill? and would he be able to get a passport? A mysterious background is good, but it's making it quite hard on me to get things to fit <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Also, I've realized that at times like this, we waste a lot of time going through the steps of boring tasks, so if you want to, you're welcome to "predict" the actions, so that you won't have to wait for confirmation with every step. Perhaps we should introduce a notation for such things. That way, you wouldn't have to wait for the "you get to the bar" posts to come. If something happens that doesn't fit with your predictions, then I'll just tell you when it happens and we'll go on from where you got to.</b>
<i>Bill - You arrive at the station, and a policeman asks you to take follow him inside, telling you that they are already calling the embassy regarding your replacement passport. You're informed that someone from the embassy, if all goes well, should come over and take care of matters.
Sparks - You arrive at Joey's. It looks as it did when you left it, nothing exciting here.
Khaim, Terran - You get back to the city. Looking for a hotel, you find a number of ruins (seems they were major targets during the bombing runs). Finally, after searching for a while, you find an average private-owned hotel roughly around the place where Joey's is. Looks like a nice little place.
Estella - There's still a few cars waiting at the entrance. Getting into one of them, the officer starts driving towards one of the city hospitals. "Good to see another student, we need everyone we can get. The injured are piling up in the hospital, and as if it wasn't enough, some crazy guy came in just this morning with a gunshot wound from some barfight. Why can't they just keep down the fighting untill we have time for it?"
Darkness - You're in a hospital bed in a large room. There's at least 10 other beds, and as far as you can see, most of them are filled."</i>
<i>Location: Outside a Hotel near Joey's</i>
*Adrian looks over the hotel, then looks at Joey's. He is clearly concerned once again about the situation.*
"Man, why the hell is this still standing? I mean, could they have bombed this and left another hotel <i>far away</i> from Joey's standing? This is probably full of mercs and their kind staying over for the night."
*After further contemplation, he then looks at Raziel*
"I think you might want to put all that money of yours in the hotel safe after you check in. Proabably a lot of buggers hanging around in there."
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"Yeah, well we should fit right in then. And I'll just keep the money on me, we won't be leaving anywhere without checking out first probably anyway, plus, with all those merc types, it wouldn't supprise me if the hotel guys took the money out of the safe just for the hell of it."
*He walks into the hotel and up to the front desk.*
"A room for two... a decent one if one's availible."
*He takes the keys offered by the man at the desk, glancing at them, the words on the keys read: 3B.*
"Third floor, not bad, shouldn't be a bad climb then..."
*He looks for a flight of stairs and climbs up to the third floor, finding room B and opening it with the keys. A modest room, 2 average sized beds and a bathroom.*
"Not bad..."
*Raziel walks into the room, fliping the safety back on on his pistol and tossing it onto one of the beds before sitting down on the bed and stretching out.*
"Damn man, been a long time scince I got a nice rest."
*He looks around to see if there's a clock in the room, and see what time it is now.*
"What time is it now anyway here...?"</span>
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Location: Joeys
The flashback had warn of now, though the scar inside was burning again.
The door felt so heavy now as Sarlex pushed it open, he walked inside to the warmth of Joeys. He ordered a beer and drank his problem away, he felt so helpless, lonely and small now. He keeps a eye out for any customers who are willing to buy the subs of him.
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"Oh, right. Fit in...absolutely. I wonder what my father would think of this <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->."
*Adrian follows Raziel, looking around at the people that passby. He is rather happy once he reaches the room*
"Eh, not much I see, but it's better than nothing. I wonder if there is a TV or something stuck in the wall or a cabinet somewhere."
*After taking off his web gear and unloading his pistol, which he puts down on his bed, Adrian walks around to the window*
"I think you used to only be able to see the wall of the adjacent building through this window, but now you can see right past as that building has seemed to have...disappeared."
*He then looks at his stuff on the bed, and sees his radio*
"Ooh...forgot about that. Wouldn't mind if I checked out the situation now, do you?"
*Walking over and picking up the radio, he then thumbs the dial a bit, trying to recall the number of the British news station. However, it is kept off untill Raziel responds.*
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"Yeah, sure, go ahead."
*He listens to Adrian fiddle with the radio and any broadcasts he finds while resting.*</span>
*Anthony drifts off to sleep, but is soon haunted by memories from three years ago, in Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia.
Memories from that night flood his mind in perfect clarity. He was sitting with his parents watching TV when he was 12 and a half. Suddenly, the front windows of the house burst open from SMG fire. The three dropped to the floor as two balaclava wearing crooks carring Ingrams walked in and started looking for things worth stealing, one keeping his gun trained on the family. The young Anthony remembers something from his martial arts training, if you can't run away from a weapon, run towards it. Grabbing a cushion that had fallen off the couch he threw it at the nearest crook, knocking his gun out of the way. He quickly rushed the crook and grabbed his wrist and twisted it so the gun was pointed at the crooks face, who reflexively pulled the trigger.
Hearing the gunfire, the dead crooks partner rushed into the room and, upon seeing his dead partner, killed the parents. But before he could kill Anthony, the kid had run up to him and slashed him across the back of his gun hand with a knife the dead one had on him. Dropping the Ingram, he looked at his hand, amazed that a kid could do that. "Now you've done it, kid. Say your prayers!" the crook had said.
Anthony was ignoring most of what happened, he ignored the fact that he had killed a person, ignored the fact that his parents were dead. He would worry about those later. Before he could attack, the remaining crook pulled out a glove with his wounded hand and slid it on. The glove had sharp claws on it, easily three inches long.
Before Anthony could react, crook formed his hand into a spearhead shape and slashed upward. Anthony managed to lean back and away from the claws, partly. The claws dug deep into his skin, running from his chin to his forehead, destroying his left eye and severely damaging the retina. Anthony hit the ground flat on his back and, ignoring the pain, threw the knife into the crooks throat. He struggled to breath around the stainless steel in his throat, but soon died. Anthony immediatly passed out from blood loss.
After waking up in hospital, he found out that for some strange reason, his remaining eye had turned completely blood red. Not just the iris, but the pupil and white as well. It hadn't been from any damage, it seemed like a natural change, like a chamelion changing its skin colour.
Six months later, he left Earth and went to Europa. Living on the streets for two years had taught him one thing, kill or be killed. The last year had been spent in a small house he purchased with the money he collected from Europa's various bounties and oportunities for mercenary work, developing quite a reputation on Europa.
He was called the 'Shadow Mercenary' and a rare few who had seen his remaining eye knew him as 'Bloodeye'. He had reurned to Earth the year before, to see his friends, like he wanted to do now. Unfortunatley, the shuttle had to make a stop in Warszaw for some reason.*</span>
I'm not doing this just because Sparks did, I was going to do this anyway.</b>
*Estella waves good-bye to the policeman, and walks into the foyer of the emergency theatre. It is very crowded, with incoming injured and triage nurses working frantically to sort the sick. She fights her way through the bustle of people, and reaches the reception desk.*
“Hi, I’m a final year medical student who’s just arrived from the university – where should I go to help? There’s a new gunshot victim who’s just arrived? If you’ll just give me directions on how to reach the ward, I’d gladly go and take a medical history for the record. Thanks.”
*She is given directions on how to reach the ward, and sets off to the lifts immediately.*</span>
<b>Location</b>: University Medical Faculty
*After arriving at university, Svetlana went to her locker and removed the pathology textbook and set of tutorial notes she had left there the previous week. Feeling in better spirits after walking through the picturesque campus, she quickly made her way to the main lecture theatre in time for her first class.*
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Also, to keep these predictions working, I suggest we implement a new notation. When predicting things, write in slashes what you're "expecting", like /if things are as they usually are/.</b>
<i>Spark - You don't know anyone in here. You could ask someone who looks like they would buy a sub, lots of those around, but you don't know anyone, so it might be risky. Of cause, there's still Kell <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Khaim, Terran - Adrian finds the british station. Nothing specific has happened just now, it seems, because they're stuck in the classical reporting from a day-old incident. Interviews with leaders, interview with victims, repetitions of the events, news announcers repeting everything they have already said, interview with random professors, more interviews with leaders, another repetition of the things that has happened in the 27 hours since the bombings ended and so on. It seems the G.A.C. are happily telling everyone who listens that they have confirmed the identity of the dead Juhziz by genetical examinations.
Parhelion - You arrive at the bed. In it lies a man, currently sleeping. He seems to have lost one eye to a cut or something, because it's badly damaged and there's a scar running through it.
Solanaceae - You find, just as Parhelion did, that there is no lectures going on because of the chaos caused by the bombs.</i>
[B]GAC don't conduct such experiments on the human body as they are humane, UEN can not afford such experiments and due to many religous belief will not do such a thing aswell, other corporations aswell woudln't do such a thing as they would get in a lot of trouble. Sorry for any trouble this causes.
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Location: Joeys.
'What about Kell ?'
He drank some more of his beer.
'Doesn't seem the gun type. How do you know? Can't hurt to try can it? Suppose not.'
He gulps down the remainer of his beer and wipes the mess of his mouth on his coat, he never thought about it but his coat was becoming abit dirty.
'What would she say if she saw how untidy you kept it? Please don't talk about her, flashback of my parents was hard enough don't need two.'
He stands up and walks over to the barkeep.
"I'm looking for Kell, is he here ?"</span>
*Raziel gets up and walks over to the door and locks it, chain and normal lock, so that no one can get in, before walking back to the bed he was sitting on and laying down.*
"I'm guna go to sleep, between the space-lag and the 27 hour day, I'm about to pass out here... Feel free to relax or watch tv or something, if there's one in here."
*He rolls over onto his side and goes to sleep ontop of the bed with his pistol right beside him.*</span>
<span style='color:chocolate'><b>Location: Abandoned apartment</b>
Pulling a rusted metal chair closer to where Jack is sitting, Wyzak sits down and waits for Jack to decrypt the note. Taking in his surroundings, Wyzak takes note of the rotting smell in the air and remembers a time when he would have been reviled to be in a place like this, in his sheltered youth, brought up in the rich suburbs of Poland.
His eyes darts around the room and tries to penetrate the darkness of the apartment, the only light coming from the pocket torch that Jack is using to read the note with. Stretching his neck around, Wyzak stifles a yawn and rubs his eyes. The day has been a long one and his body is crying out for sleep. To take his mind off rest, Wyzak turns to Jack and asks, "What's your progress on the note?"
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Khaim - Exhausted from the last day, you fall asleep pretty quickly with the events of the last 27 hours spinning in your head.
Zero - Jack sits there for a while, taking notes, muttering under his breath trying to remember the code and writing some more, then he hands you the translated note:</i>
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Metroij square
U.E.N. underground meeting
Targets:
Vlachko Boricov
Adash Kovalev
Rachsav Savelev<!--c2--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--ec2-->
Location: 'Joeys'
He looks a little startled how efficent this guy was.
"Do you know what kind of people use these guns ? Such as the GAC, UEN or a local gang or does everyone use them ?"
He takes the two grand from Kell, hoping the old man can answer his question.</span>