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Introduction
Leigh McAllister was a child prodigy of a sort. The child of an SAS officer, and an MI-6 operative, she was trained from a young age how to defend herself, just in case mommy and daddy's work ever followed them home. Still, all was well, until a fateful day when her twin sister Dierdre decided to follow in mommy and daddy's foot steps. It started with the Russians, and a Desert Eagle. It ended in a first kill at much too young an age. Leigh knew from that point on that the life of a covert operative wasn't for her. Dierdre had other ideas, and her twin sister was the one person in the world that Leigh couldn't tell "no".
For years, Leigh worked with her sister. Doing what she did best, sitting behind a computer and calling the shots. Completing technologies, improving them. Cleaning up Dierdre's messes, and Dierdre always made a mess. She wasn't happy, but with every job they completed, there was a higher, and higher price on their heads. It was too dangerous to get out, and Dierdre never would have let her anyway. Then the unthinkable happened. Within days of each other, Leigh received two notifications. One for the death of her mother, one for the death of her father. That's when she realized that if she was going to have the life that she wanted, she needed to go for it now.
In this world there are choices that we have. Some we make ourselves, others are made for us. What do we do when we don't like those choices? Don't like the hand that we've been dealt? That's what defines who we are, our reactions. For some, it's easier to pull away. To make the choice and stick with it, make it real. For Leigh McAllister, it's a little harder than that. A price on her head, and a twin sister that doesn't want to let go are only some of the things that have kept her from embarking on the normal life that she's always wanted.
Colorado Springs, Co. It beckoned to her. Large enough that she could easily disappear into the crowd. Small enough that it wouldn't be the first place anyone would look for someone trying to hide. Besides, with NORAD and all the military around, who would think to look for her there? Little of any note really happened in Colorado Springs. Certainly never the sorts of things that she was trying to get away from at least...
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Yes, this is the same Colorado Springs as the one from Stargate SG-1, but it's not a Stargate centric RP. Aspects, and ideas from the show may be used in character development, and as plot devices. Please remember though, that this an RP is about the characters in it, their struggles and triumphs. That said, feel free to go a little crazy with character creation. This is a world where high technology can be found and created, but it's not overly common, and always has some kind of kink or drawback.
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Basic description, realistic pictures are good, but I'd like words as well
The personality that others would see. If you'd like to go more in depth than just the surface, feel free.
A very basic history. Where were they born? Did they have siblings? etc. You don't have to get too detailed with their history, but if there's anything in it that could be used for plot devices please let me know. : )
Anything else that you would like to add.
For years, Leigh worked with her sister. Doing what she did best, sitting behind a computer and calling the shots. Completing technologies, improving them. Cleaning up Dierdre's messes, and Dierdre always made a mess. She wasn't happy, but with every job they completed, there was a higher, and higher price on their heads. It was too dangerous to get out, and Dierdre never would have let her anyway. Then the unthinkable happened. Within days of each other, Leigh received two notifications. One for the death of her mother, one for the death of her father. That's when she realized that if she was going to have the life that she wanted, she needed to go for it now.
In this world there are choices that we have. Some we make ourselves, others are made for us. What do we do when we don't like those choices? Don't like the hand that we've been dealt? That's what defines who we are, our reactions. For some, it's easier to pull away. To make the choice and stick with it, make it real. For Leigh McAllister, it's a little harder than that. A price on her head, and a twin sister that doesn't want to let go are only some of the things that have kept her from embarking on the normal life that she's always wanted.
Colorado Springs, Co. It beckoned to her. Large enough that she could easily disappear into the crowd. Small enough that it wouldn't be the first place anyone would look for someone trying to hide. Besides, with NORAD and all the military around, who would think to look for her there? Little of any note really happened in Colorado Springs. Certainly never the sorts of things that she was trying to get away from at least...
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Yes, this is the same Colorado Springs as the one from Stargate SG-1, but it's not a Stargate centric RP. Aspects, and ideas from the show may be used in character development, and as plot devices. Please remember though, that this an RP is about the characters in it, their struggles and triumphs. That said, feel free to go a little crazy with character creation. This is a world where high technology can be found and created, but it's not overly common, and always has some kind of kink or drawback.
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Basic character information: Please include all of these things
Name:
Age:
Basic description, realistic pictures are good, but I'd like words as well
The personality that others would see. If you'd like to go more in depth than just the surface, feel free.
A very basic history. Where were they born? Did they have siblings? etc. You don't have to get too detailed with their history, but if there's anything in it that could be used for plot devices please let me know. : )
Anything else that you would like to add.
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1) Follow the site rules. They're really easy to find, just click on where it says "Our Rules" at the top of the screen.
2) Characters of your own creation only please, I value creativity, and hope that you will too.
3) Please post at least one paragraph.
4) If you're leaving the RP, or aren't going to be able to be on for a while, then please let us know.
5) Finally the one that I hope doesn't need to be said, but I'll throw out there any way. Just as your character is yours, others characters are theirs. No godmoding On the flip side of that please keep in mind that no characters are gods either, and as such can be hurt etc.
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OOC Notes
Blood, there was blood everywhere. The scent was overpowering, and it was so hard to breath. Nausea made her stomach rebel, and she reached for her sister, yelled for her to get out of the car. Her hand impacted with something slimy, slick, and much to still. Terrified, tear filled eyes finally focused on the figure beside her, and a scream escaped her lips. It was her sister, her twin sister was dead! All the blood, it was all from her.
A large, hard hand reached for her, and the teenage girl kicked her way out the door and ran. The shock was too much. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't what had happened. There was the sound of a gun shot, and a burning, horrible pain bore the girl down to her knees. Through the pain she knew fear. Tremendous fear. She struggled to get her feet underneath her, but pain and weakness kept her down. The slow inevitability of unconsciousness began to steal her mind and vision as a large pair of legs came into view.
"No!" The one word came out as a strangled cry as Leigh McAllister came awake. Her body was drenched in sweat, sticking her pink and white flora pajamas to her skin. Tears leaked down her cheeks unchecked. "That wasn't what happened, it was just a nightmare." She repeated the words softly over and over, trying to calm herself. Her cell phone was in her hands, a number half dialed before she fully realized what she was doing, and she threw the things across the room, and forced herself to her feet. If she called her sister, then it was over. All of this that she'd worked so hard to find would be gone.
There would be no more Leigh McAllister, barrista, there would only be Leigh McAllister, the ops coordinator extraordinary. The tears came faster, and she wiped them from her cheeks frustrated with her own weakness. She hadn't bothered to think about what she was leaving, other than the life that she hated. She was also leaving her only remaining family, her best friend. She'd had to leave everything, and everyone behind. It was the only way to ensure that her sister couldn't find her easily. Now here she was, in this crappy apartment, complete with peeling paint, and whatever bugs were in season, working a job that she despised only slightly less than the one that she'd been groomed for her entire life. Even still, if it wasn't for the nearly constant nightmares, she would still be happier. Or at least that what she told herself.
A glance at the clock had her rushing into the bathroom to shower. She wasn't the greatest at her current job, and the last thing that her continued employment could take was being late. She hurried through her shower, barely noticing the fact that the water could never seem to make up its mind if it wanted to freeze her or scald her anymore. She really did need to do something about that hot water heater. She pulled on a pair of khaki slacks, and a white tank top, throwing a pale pink button up over the top, and buttoning it as she made her way out the door. She was halfway down the rickety stairs to the ground floor when she realized that she'd forgotten her keys, and to lock the door. By the time she got to the bus stop, it was just about to pull away, and she just managed to jump on and pay her fare.
"Be on time next time, I'm not gonna be waiting for you," The usually cheerful woman growled, and Leigh took a seat as the bus started on it's way. Looks like it's going to be one of those day.
A large, hard hand reached for her, and the teenage girl kicked her way out the door and ran. The shock was too much. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't what had happened. There was the sound of a gun shot, and a burning, horrible pain bore the girl down to her knees. Through the pain she knew fear. Tremendous fear. She struggled to get her feet underneath her, but pain and weakness kept her down. The slow inevitability of unconsciousness began to steal her mind and vision as a large pair of legs came into view.
"No!" The one word came out as a strangled cry as Leigh McAllister came awake. Her body was drenched in sweat, sticking her pink and white flora pajamas to her skin. Tears leaked down her cheeks unchecked. "That wasn't what happened, it was just a nightmare." She repeated the words softly over and over, trying to calm herself. Her cell phone was in her hands, a number half dialed before she fully realized what she was doing, and she threw the things across the room, and forced herself to her feet. If she called her sister, then it was over. All of this that she'd worked so hard to find would be gone.
There would be no more Leigh McAllister, barrista, there would only be Leigh McAllister, the ops coordinator extraordinary. The tears came faster, and she wiped them from her cheeks frustrated with her own weakness. She hadn't bothered to think about what she was leaving, other than the life that she hated. She was also leaving her only remaining family, her best friend. She'd had to leave everything, and everyone behind. It was the only way to ensure that her sister couldn't find her easily. Now here she was, in this crappy apartment, complete with peeling paint, and whatever bugs were in season, working a job that she despised only slightly less than the one that she'd been groomed for her entire life. Even still, if it wasn't for the nearly constant nightmares, she would still be happier. Or at least that what she told herself.
A glance at the clock had her rushing into the bathroom to shower. She wasn't the greatest at her current job, and the last thing that her continued employment could take was being late. She hurried through her shower, barely noticing the fact that the water could never seem to make up its mind if it wanted to freeze her or scald her anymore. She really did need to do something about that hot water heater. She pulled on a pair of khaki slacks, and a white tank top, throwing a pale pink button up over the top, and buttoning it as she made her way out the door. She was halfway down the rickety stairs to the ground floor when she realized that she'd forgotten her keys, and to lock the door. By the time she got to the bus stop, it was just about to pull away, and she just managed to jump on and pay her fare.
"Be on time next time, I'm not gonna be waiting for you," The usually cheerful woman growled, and Leigh took a seat as the bus started on it's way. Looks like it's going to be one of those day.
OOC Notes
Dax sat with Kenton on top of an old appartment building, looking down they saw lots of things, mainly people walking back and forth to who-knows-where. But occasinoly there would be somthing halfway exiting, like... there, a dog running down the street with its owner chasing it. Or mabey that woman trying to push through people with bags of groceries. Even that bus with an advertisment, then pull away, wait, not yet. A woman barely caught the bus, got on, then it truged on.
He turned to Kenton, "So, were running low on food, how do you suppose we get it this time?"
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Kenton turned back over to Dax as he started to talk,
"So, were running low on food, how do you suppose we get it this time?"
"We alredy stole from the gas station back that way" He pointed in the direction of the gas station,
"Yea, and the Wal-Mart over there" Dax pointed in a diffrent direction
"Well theres a Target over on the other side of town..."
"Ill race ya to it!"
"Your on."
They stood up and took their places, back to back, they were takeing two diffrent paths.
"One, Two, Three... GO!"
Dax quickly decended down the side of a fire escape, he was going to run from the ground, when he got to the bottom he sprited off down the ally...
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Back on Kenton's side he leaped down to another building, looking down at the ally below. He landed in a roll and kept running.
I can see Target from here, no way he will beat me!
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Dax burst out onto a sidewalk, vaulted over a parked car, and almost got hit by the bus he saw a few minuets ago. The driver hit the breaks and honked, but Dax kept running...
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Kenton jumped and grabbed the ledge of another building, he ran to the other side just in time to see Dax almost get hit by a bus, Kenton laughed and continued the race.
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Dax ran down a few more allys just in time to see the Target parking lot. But Kenton Jumped down from a lower building and roller, continueing to sprint right behind Dax. But it was no contest, Dax reached it first.
They both sat down on a bench, panting,
"I saw you almost got hit by that bus!" Kenton joked
"Yea well remember, i still won." Dax replied...
He turned to Kenton, "So, were running low on food, how do you suppose we get it this time?"
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Kenton turned back over to Dax as he started to talk,
"So, were running low on food, how do you suppose we get it this time?"
"We alredy stole from the gas station back that way" He pointed in the direction of the gas station,
"Yea, and the Wal-Mart over there" Dax pointed in a diffrent direction
"Well theres a Target over on the other side of town..."
"Ill race ya to it!"
"Your on."
They stood up and took their places, back to back, they were takeing two diffrent paths.
"One, Two, Three... GO!"
Dax quickly decended down the side of a fire escape, he was going to run from the ground, when he got to the bottom he sprited off down the ally...
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Back on Kenton's side he leaped down to another building, looking down at the ally below. He landed in a roll and kept running.
I can see Target from here, no way he will beat me!
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Dax burst out onto a sidewalk, vaulted over a parked car, and almost got hit by the bus he saw a few minuets ago. The driver hit the breaks and honked, but Dax kept running...
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Kenton jumped and grabbed the ledge of another building, he ran to the other side just in time to see Dax almost get hit by a bus, Kenton laughed and continued the race.
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Dax ran down a few more allys just in time to see the Target parking lot. But Kenton Jumped down from a lower building and roller, continueing to sprint right behind Dax. But it was no contest, Dax reached it first.
They both sat down on a bench, panting,
"I saw you almost got hit by that bus!" Kenton joked
"Yea well remember, i still won." Dax replied...
OOC Notes
Fantasy looked to the sky. He was standing in a crowd on the sidewalk. From here he saw a kid running on the roofs and saw another run out of an alley. He also had seen a woman race to the bus. He disregarded these as right now it had nothing to do with him at the moment. He turned into an alley and knocked on a door. There was a knock back and the door opened.
"Anyone see you come here?" A gruff voice asked on an intercom system.
"I'm sure people saw me turn into the alley, but no one followed me here as far as I know." Fantasy replied to no one in particular.
"Third door on the left. Up 3 flights of stairs. We will be with you shortly." The voice said.
Jeez, does the room change all the time?? Fantasy wondered silently to himself. He went to the third door to the left and opened it to reveal a flight of stairs. He went up three of them and got off on the third floor. He looked down the hallway, and realized, they didn't specify which room to go to. He looked once more down the hall, then sat down by the door. Since there was nothing left to do, he pulled his sword out from his back, where his vest covered the blade and began to polish it.
About ten minutes later, a small man walked down the hall. He stopped in front of Fantasy. "They're waiting for you. Room 309." Fantasy thanked the man and got up. Once at room 309 He knocked and was let in.
"Anything new to report?" The gruff voice said. This time, in person.
"Nothing out of the ordinary in my district chief." Fantasy replied to the man.
"Good. Got a new assignment for you. There has been a call about a bombing at this address. I want you to go access the situation and call me at 24:00 tomorrow night. Use the private line." The Chief handed Fantasy a slip of paper. On the paper there was an address which Fantasy memorized and tossed into the shredder.
"Got it sir."
Fantasy left the building out the front door. Some people in the crowd looked his way then back in front of them. He walked down the street towards the address the Chief had given him. Some of the police officers he passed whispered to themselves, looking at him and more importantly, at the hilt protruding from his vest. How they would love to bag me. Unfortunately for them, Fantasy was working undercover for the Chief of Police, and all the local officers knew it.
"Anyone see you come here?" A gruff voice asked on an intercom system.
"I'm sure people saw me turn into the alley, but no one followed me here as far as I know." Fantasy replied to no one in particular.
"Third door on the left. Up 3 flights of stairs. We will be with you shortly." The voice said.
Jeez, does the room change all the time?? Fantasy wondered silently to himself. He went to the third door to the left and opened it to reveal a flight of stairs. He went up three of them and got off on the third floor. He looked down the hallway, and realized, they didn't specify which room to go to. He looked once more down the hall, then sat down by the door. Since there was nothing left to do, he pulled his sword out from his back, where his vest covered the blade and began to polish it.
About ten minutes later, a small man walked down the hall. He stopped in front of Fantasy. "They're waiting for you. Room 309." Fantasy thanked the man and got up. Once at room 309 He knocked and was let in.
"Anything new to report?" The gruff voice said. This time, in person.
"Nothing out of the ordinary in my district chief." Fantasy replied to the man.
"Good. Got a new assignment for you. There has been a call about a bombing at this address. I want you to go access the situation and call me at 24:00 tomorrow night. Use the private line." The Chief handed Fantasy a slip of paper. On the paper there was an address which Fantasy memorized and tossed into the shredder.
"Got it sir."
Fantasy left the building out the front door. Some people in the crowd looked his way then back in front of them. He walked down the street towards the address the Chief had given him. Some of the police officers he passed whispered to themselves, looking at him and more importantly, at the hilt protruding from his vest. How they would love to bag me. Unfortunately for them, Fantasy was working undercover for the Chief of Police, and all the local officers knew it.
OOC Notes
Mr. Alarich sat at his desk on the top floor of the Global Dynamics building in downtown Colorado Springs and was looking out the window at the city below. Stark walked over beside him and handed him a cup of tea and then silently bowed and stepped over to the side where he patiently stood awaiting the next request. After taking a couple of sips of tea he handed the cup back to Stark then began to speak."You know Stark, I think it is time for a changing of the board a few of those old men are beginning to lose their fear of me. What do you think should I make an example out of one of them to get the others back in place?" Stark stood their for a moment before responding, "I think that would be a splendid idea Sir. Which one will it be and how do you plan to do it?" At this question Kessler spun his chair around to face the door of his office. He was sitting with his elbows on the arms of his chair and his hands folded in front of his face thinking. "I think we need to call a board meeting for this weekend and have all the chairmen fly into Colorado Springs. The one that gets to be made into an example depends on who refuses to show up."
With a sinister smile on his face he turned back around to face out the window into the city. The city which was starting to come alive with its morning activities. Such as the Girl that was running to catch her bus, the two boys running, the man ducking into the dark alley, or countless other people that would be rushing to get their day started. "It is going to be a very good day."
((ooc note: He does not see the things listed I just listed them as a time frame reference.))
With a sinister smile on his face he turned back around to face out the window into the city. The city which was starting to come alive with its morning activities. Such as the Girl that was running to catch her bus, the two boys running, the man ducking into the dark alley, or countless other people that would be rushing to get their day started. "It is going to be a very good day."
((ooc note: He does not see the things listed I just listed them as a time frame reference.))
OOC Notes
Colorado the place where everything started for Leon. This was where his world was shattered all those years ago. still searching for Answers Leon walked the streets never sleeping always brawling. trying to find a reason just to stay alive. All while smiling softly as he slammed some man's head in the pavement; Today wasn't much different, After he slammed some guy against the brick walls of a dark alley he went into the local coffee shop to get a coffee, he loved his coffee dark with a cinnamon bun on the side. He goes up to the girl at the coffee shop and orders his meal. He then sits in a booth and waits for the food to come to his table. Leon picked up a crossword and decided to humor himself and complete it. The scent of the coffee shop intoxicated Leon making him wish that the food would come soon, his stomach growled in anticipation of the cinabun and Coffee.
" Damn it im so hungry... if i dont eat anything soon im sure ill pass out due to starvation!" whined Leon Loudly hoping that his moping would make the food get to his table and to his gut faster.
" i dont think i can make it any longer" Leon whined just as the morning rush came in and filled the Busy cafe. Leon sighed and looked out the window.
" Damn it to hell... this is what i get for bitching about food isnt it!!?!" Leon sunk down in his seat; he was sure that now his food would take even longer to get there than anticipated
" Damn it im so hungry... if i dont eat anything soon im sure ill pass out due to starvation!" whined Leon Loudly hoping that his moping would make the food get to his table and to his gut faster.
" i dont think i can make it any longer" Leon whined just as the morning rush came in and filled the Busy cafe. Leon sighed and looked out the window.
" Damn it to hell... this is what i get for bitching about food isnt it!!?!" Leon sunk down in his seat; he was sure that now his food would take even longer to get there than anticipated
OOC Notes
"You're late," The nasal sound of her supervisor's voice stopped Leigh in her tracks as she attempted to slip unnoticed into position behind the counter. He didn't sound happy. Then again if she'd had skin like Nathaniel Coalfield she wouldn't be happy either. She'd never understood the term pizza faced until she'd met this kid. How he'd made manager she had no clue, his social skills weren't any better than hers. "For that matter what's that all over your shirt?"
"Blood," She snapped, turning around to face Nathaniel. He was, in a word, scrawny. Lank dirty blond hair crowned a head that even without all of the zits wouldn't have been appealing to her when she was that age, and his eyes were limpid, devoid of much in the way of intelligence. It was sad really, that a snot nosed eighteen year old boy was in charge of this place. How it was in the black under his management she had no idea. "There was an accident on the bus. Some kid nearly got himself splattered by it, and it was the passengers who got to suffer from it." Nathaniel blinked at her, not that she blamed him, this was the first time that she'd stood up for herself, but quite frankly she was in no mood to take crap after the start her morning had gotten off to. "Driver had to ram the breaks, car behind us didn't stop in time, oh, and the person behind me was an easy bleeder." She cocked her head, eyes cold, just daring him to say something stupid.
"I don't like your tone," He informed her voice heightening in pitch. Fear no doubt, he seemed like the sort to be threatened easily. The morning rush saved him. She was in no mood for a pride kicked teenagers power trip at the moment. "Here," He said shortly, thrusting a plate and cup at her. "These go to the guy in booth four. Kelsey had to man the register because of your tardiness, so don't expect to keep her tips. I've got my eye on you. One more screw up today, and you're gone."
Leigh took the items from him with a forced smile, trying very hard to bite her tongue. It didn't work. "Look, I realize that your inferiority complex is such that you have to shit on anyone who shows any sign of a spine, but that's not gonna work with me. You don't scare me little boy. I've already had a really bad morning, nothing you could do, including fire me could make it worse. As I see it right now, you're understaffed, and no one is exactly clambering to work under a self important kid like you. You need me way more than I need you. I have work to do. We'll talk later."
That felt strangely good. Leigh mused as she headed towards booth four. She'd never really been one to put someone in their place, unless they weren't bringing nearly what they needed to to the table on a mission. Was that what she was seeing this as, a mission? Even if it was that, she wasn't the coordinator on this one. She wasn't in a van or a hotel room calling the shots, making the plans. She'd never have thought that she'd miss it. Quite forgotten that she hated field work with a passion. Oh well, she had a client to serve.
"Here's your food," She said, forcing a smile as she laid the cup and plate out in front of the man. "I hope that you enjoy it."
"Blood," She snapped, turning around to face Nathaniel. He was, in a word, scrawny. Lank dirty blond hair crowned a head that even without all of the zits wouldn't have been appealing to her when she was that age, and his eyes were limpid, devoid of much in the way of intelligence. It was sad really, that a snot nosed eighteen year old boy was in charge of this place. How it was in the black under his management she had no idea. "There was an accident on the bus. Some kid nearly got himself splattered by it, and it was the passengers who got to suffer from it." Nathaniel blinked at her, not that she blamed him, this was the first time that she'd stood up for herself, but quite frankly she was in no mood to take crap after the start her morning had gotten off to. "Driver had to ram the breaks, car behind us didn't stop in time, oh, and the person behind me was an easy bleeder." She cocked her head, eyes cold, just daring him to say something stupid.
"I don't like your tone," He informed her voice heightening in pitch. Fear no doubt, he seemed like the sort to be threatened easily. The morning rush saved him. She was in no mood for a pride kicked teenagers power trip at the moment. "Here," He said shortly, thrusting a plate and cup at her. "These go to the guy in booth four. Kelsey had to man the register because of your tardiness, so don't expect to keep her tips. I've got my eye on you. One more screw up today, and you're gone."
Leigh took the items from him with a forced smile, trying very hard to bite her tongue. It didn't work. "Look, I realize that your inferiority complex is such that you have to shit on anyone who shows any sign of a spine, but that's not gonna work with me. You don't scare me little boy. I've already had a really bad morning, nothing you could do, including fire me could make it worse. As I see it right now, you're understaffed, and no one is exactly clambering to work under a self important kid like you. You need me way more than I need you. I have work to do. We'll talk later."
That felt strangely good. Leigh mused as she headed towards booth four. She'd never really been one to put someone in their place, unless they weren't bringing nearly what they needed to to the table on a mission. Was that what she was seeing this as, a mission? Even if it was that, she wasn't the coordinator on this one. She wasn't in a van or a hotel room calling the shots, making the plans. She'd never have thought that she'd miss it. Quite forgotten that she hated field work with a passion. Oh well, she had a client to serve.
"Here's your food," She said, forcing a smile as she laid the cup and plate out in front of the man. "I hope that you enjoy it."
OOC Notes
Leon smirked as the food reached his booth. He had heard the whole argument that the girl had with her manager, it was rather funny to watch some one so inferior act as if his existence meant something to anyone in that cafe. Leon took a bite of his Cinnamon roll, oh how wonderful a feeling it was to have something so delectable in his mouth, this was why he came to the cafe; the cinnamon rolls and the occasional rants that the loser manager would go on. Leon looked at the girl as he wiped his mouth and sipped on his coffee and smiled at her.
" That guy, he's a real prick isn't he? How could some one like you who looks like she has a good head on her shoulders work for a loser like him?" Asked Leon, he was shocked that a Manager could treat the people that he works with so rudely. Leon reached in his pocket for some extra change. Leon shuffled around for a second and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and waves it around.
" Ill give you this as a tip if you tell me a little more about your self for starters your name and whats up with that interesting scar is? You know the one on those beautiful hands of yours?" Smirked Leon
" That guy, he's a real prick isn't he? How could some one like you who looks like she has a good head on her shoulders work for a loser like him?" Asked Leon, he was shocked that a Manager could treat the people that he works with so rudely. Leon reached in his pocket for some extra change. Leon shuffled around for a second and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and waves it around.
" Ill give you this as a tip if you tell me a little more about your self for starters your name and whats up with that interesting scar is? You know the one on those beautiful hands of yours?" Smirked Leon
OOC Notes
Fantasy reached the address he memorized from the slip of paper. A coffee shop? normally places like these aren't targeted... Well, what can you do huh? He opened the door and a bell rang to announce that it opened. He went to a booth at the far end of the building. From here, he could see the front door, side door and the door to the back room. He went up to the counter and asked the lady for a regular cup of black coffee and some doughnuts. he went back to his booth and looked around. He took in the location of all the windows and doors that he could see. One of the waiters that came from the back was held up at the door and Fantasy got a good look from where he was to know that there was a second floor that is accessible by the workers of the shop. I think the bomb would be either on the second floor, which would mean that a worker here is too tired about his work, or the side or roof of the building itself, in which case we have a dare devil on our hands. While Fantasy was thinking, he did not notice that his food had arrived.
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Is this kid flirting with me? The forced smile on Leigh's lips stopped being forced. Still, she was in no mood to be flirted with. "Money is money," She returned starting to move away, she could feel Nathaniel's eyes boring into her back and it was extremely annoying. The last thing she needed to do right now was ruffle his feathers anymore. He may need her too much to fire her for a little insubordination, but he wasn't above making working life difficult for the people that worked under him. Thinking about it now, he had to have a family member in regional management or something to keep his job. The waving of a twenty dollar bill under her nose stopped her. She really did need the money, sadly enough.
"My name is Leigh," She informed him leaning in closer, and dropping her voice in a conspiratorial way. "As for any scars I happen to have, I could tell you, but then I'd be duty bound to kill you." She finished with a wolfish grin and a sinister gleam in her eye. Dierdre would be proud of her she was certain. "Do, I get my twenty bucks now?" She asked holding out the hand with the scar in question.
She saw it then. Something out of place, an unattended briefcase. It stole the smile from her face, and she straightened, "Keep your money," She murmured, walking towards the briefcase in an attempt to get a better look at it without frightening anyone. After all, she could just be over reacting, and that was the most likely really. As she passed by the briefcase on her way back to the counter for her next order however, she felt her hopes fail. If she hadn't made so many of the things for Dierdre to use in the field, she never would have recognized the set up, but she had, and she did. Her worst fears were realized, the briefcase was a bomb. It wasn't a timed bomb, all indications pointed to remote activated, and she glanced about casually for anyone that looked suspicious.. Forcing a smile back on to her face, she moved with speed and purpose to her manager.
"Was there by chance a bomb threat that you didn't bother to tell me about?" She hissed in a whisper. Nathaniel paled. "Figured it was nothing to worry about huh? Just some lark? You twit. Call the police, be quite and discreet about it. It's remotely detonated other than that I can't tell much, I don't want to go splat." With that, she grabbed up the plate of donuts and black coffee and brought it by to the table marked on the check. She needed to find a way to get people out of here safely, but with a remote detonator the person had to be close, and they would see if there any indication that something was wrong. That was usually a bad thing in a situation like this. So it was that after she'd delivered the plate and cup in her hands, she headed back behind the counter, she needed to set a fire.
"My name is Leigh," She informed him leaning in closer, and dropping her voice in a conspiratorial way. "As for any scars I happen to have, I could tell you, but then I'd be duty bound to kill you." She finished with a wolfish grin and a sinister gleam in her eye. Dierdre would be proud of her she was certain. "Do, I get my twenty bucks now?" She asked holding out the hand with the scar in question.
She saw it then. Something out of place, an unattended briefcase. It stole the smile from her face, and she straightened, "Keep your money," She murmured, walking towards the briefcase in an attempt to get a better look at it without frightening anyone. After all, she could just be over reacting, and that was the most likely really. As she passed by the briefcase on her way back to the counter for her next order however, she felt her hopes fail. If she hadn't made so many of the things for Dierdre to use in the field, she never would have recognized the set up, but she had, and she did. Her worst fears were realized, the briefcase was a bomb. It wasn't a timed bomb, all indications pointed to remote activated, and she glanced about casually for anyone that looked suspicious.. Forcing a smile back on to her face, she moved with speed and purpose to her manager.
"Was there by chance a bomb threat that you didn't bother to tell me about?" She hissed in a whisper. Nathaniel paled. "Figured it was nothing to worry about huh? Just some lark? You twit. Call the police, be quite and discreet about it. It's remotely detonated other than that I can't tell much, I don't want to go splat." With that, she grabbed up the plate of donuts and black coffee and brought it by to the table marked on the check. She needed to find a way to get people out of here safely, but with a remote detonator the person had to be close, and they would see if there any indication that something was wrong. That was usually a bad thing in a situation like this. So it was that after she'd delivered the plate and cup in her hands, she headed back behind the counter, she needed to set a fire.
OOC Notes
Fantasy saw a waitress who looked at an unattended brief case. He got up, and went to the waitress who delivered his meal. The same one that looked at the bomb case (he's assuming thats what it is) and stood at the counter with his back to the menu and facing the door. "Hi, I'm Fantasy. I couldn't help but overhear you talking to the manager about a bomb threat. Is there any possibility that I can help? " He took his wallet out and opened it, placing it onto the counter to show his badge that pegged him as an officer under the direct command of the Chief. "I was sent here with intelligence of a bomb threat possibility. Can I see what you say is a bomb?" He withdrew his wallet and turned to face the waitress, his silver eyes glistening a silvery red.
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It was perfect... Diedre looked down the streets as she walked by. She watched the people wander towards their individual destinations, a certain longing tugging at the back of her mind. She missed her sister and if she knew Leigh then this would be a good place to start looking. She wouldn't lose her sister like she lost her parents. Once she had her sister back she would make those who took her parents away from her pay.
She knew it would take more than a day to search the city for Leigh. She needed to find a place to stay before anything and so that is what she did. As she walked down the street the occasional person she passed gave her a strange look. It was clear there was something wrong with her. She walked with a grin on her face as she thought about what she would do to the people who killed her parents. She also blamed them for her sister running away from her. Everything was their fault.
She knew it would take more than a day to search the city for Leigh. She needed to find a place to stay before anything and so that is what she did. As she walked down the street the occasional person she passed gave her a strange look. It was clear there was something wrong with her. She walked with a grin on her face as she thought about what she would do to the people who killed her parents. She also blamed them for her sister running away from her. Everything was their fault.
OOC Notes
Of all the horrible luck Leigh cursed inside her head as she heard someone approach the counter. The flash of a badge laid far from subtly on the counter made it hard for her to contain a growl. Was this idiot trying to get them all killed? If the bomber knew that he'd been made then it was a 50/50 chance on if he'd blow the place up just to destroy the evidence or not.
"I'm afraid we don't serve alcohol here," Leigh said in a pointed, talking to difficult customer voice. "I can't imagine why I'd need to see your ID to make you an Irish Cream flavored coffee." She picked up the wallet, and closed it firmly, leaning towards in such a way that her mouth was hidden behind his back. "Nice job captain obvious, and unless you know someway to get all of these people out of here in a hurry, then..." She trailed off her whisper as she noticed the discrete, but still there bulge of a weapon. "Play along."
That was all the warning she gave him before she shoved him away forcefully eyes going wide. "What the hell are you doing bringing a weapon in here!?" She demanded voice hitting a level of shrill she'd never heard from herself before. "Someone call the cops! I think this guy may be crazy!" She looked around at cell phones being grabbed for, customers on the verge of panic. Good, she'd gotten their attention, now it was all up to cop. Hopefully he knew how to improvise.
"I'm afraid we don't serve alcohol here," Leigh said in a pointed, talking to difficult customer voice. "I can't imagine why I'd need to see your ID to make you an Irish Cream flavored coffee." She picked up the wallet, and closed it firmly, leaning towards in such a way that her mouth was hidden behind his back. "Nice job captain obvious, and unless you know someway to get all of these people out of here in a hurry, then..." She trailed off her whisper as she noticed the discrete, but still there bulge of a weapon. "Play along."
That was all the warning she gave him before she shoved him away forcefully eyes going wide. "What the hell are you doing bringing a weapon in here!?" She demanded voice hitting a level of shrill she'd never heard from herself before. "Someone call the cops! I think this guy may be crazy!" She looked around at cell phones being grabbed for, customers on the verge of panic. Good, she'd gotten their attention, now it was all up to cop. Hopefully he knew how to improvise.
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The Road Not Taken
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Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
I should have a post up today or tomorrow. RL went a little crazy, I haven't had a whole lot of energy for much lately. I'm only just now able to write again.
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
ROLE CALL
This is just so that I know who's still around. If you haven't already posted, but are intending too, then please respond to this so that I know. Also, if you're having trouble figuring out where to fit yourself in, please let me know so that I can help you figure that out.
This is just so that I know who's still around. If you haven't already posted, but are intending too, then please respond to this so that I know. Also, if you're having trouble figuring out where to fit yourself in, please let me know so that I can help you figure that out.
Re: [OOC] The storyline thread.
Yes, there are people looking for Leigh, her sister for instance, and bounty hunters after the price on her head if they somehow manage to find her. It's only been a couple of weeks at this point that she's been completely alone, also she's fairly used to not having people to lean on, Dierdre usually leaned on her a lot more than the other way around, but yes, she is starting to feel the strain. She's also feeling guilty for walking out on her old life, thus the nightmares. They aren't the same every night. The thing is though, that if nothing else, Leigh is a survivor and part of surviving right now is getting up in the morning and going to work. I didn't go into insane amounts of detail in that first post about how exhausted she was, I know, but that's because her focus was elsewhere. It was on keeping going. You'll see more signs of it as time goes on.
Also, I think that I'm going to run with your bomb threat idea, if you don't mind. Make it an actual bomb threat, with an actual bomb. Now would be a good time to make sure that everyone knows a few things about Leigh so it doesn't seem like I'm pulling them out of air if and when they are used. Explosives and Leigh get along really well. Demolitions, computers(use and building), and perfecting others designs are where she excels. As the majority of those things are rather solitary occupations, her social skills have understandably suffered the consequences.
I'm hoping that prophetic_fury is still around, because if he's having trouble finding a way to work himself in, it's going to be coming up soon. I'm gonna shoot him a PM, I think.
Well, that's all I can think of for now, if anyone has any questions keep them coming.
Also, I think that I'm going to run with your bomb threat idea, if you don't mind. Make it an actual bomb threat, with an actual bomb. Now would be a good time to make sure that everyone knows a few things about Leigh so it doesn't seem like I'm pulling them out of air if and when they are used. Explosives and Leigh get along really well. Demolitions, computers(use and building), and perfecting others designs are where she excels. As the majority of those things are rather solitary occupations, her social skills have understandably suffered the consequences.
I'm hoping that prophetic_fury is still around, because if he's having trouble finding a way to work himself in, it's going to be coming up soon. I'm gonna shoot him a PM, I think.
Well, that's all I can think of for now, if anyone has any questions keep them coming.
Re: [OOC] The storyline thread.
Hey Phoenix, there are people who are looking for Leigh right? People who she does not want to find her? If shes been keeping these people from finding her for awhile, It might start getting difficult to keep it up if she's alone. Being chased by people is emotionally exhausting, as it is physically.
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
Okay, so as a general note, I added another OOC specifically for working out plot and inter-character stuff so that hopefully we can all stay on the same page. I figure if it's in it's own thread, then this can be used for whatever else come up. Comings and goings, writers block complaints, whatever without interrupting the flow of anything that's brewing character/plot wise.
[OOC] The storyline thread.
Okay all. I made a small oversight, and thought that I would correct it here. This will be the official storyline thread. Any thoughts or questions you have about plot will go here. This will also be our hub for inter-character relations, just so that it's all out in the open, and everyone is on the same page. If you have anything in your plan that directly involves having information about or some meta-game seeming anything concerning another character your request, and reasoning goes here. This should hopefully prevent confusion in a situation where some character relationships could be rather complex.
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
I didn't have any problems following it. I can see how maybe it could have been confusing though. I'm sure you'll figure out how posing with two characters works best for you with a little practice.
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
WEll now that i look over my first post, its kinda confusing, ill try not to do that again...
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
@Xclber1: Right now, it's pretty basic. It's about the lives of the characters, particularly as they intersect with each other. I'm wanting to make it more specific and dynamic than that. This is where all of you come in. I'm working on more specific ideas, now that I have some idea of the characters that I'm working with, but any thoughts or suggestions from you guys are welcome and appreciated, so feel free to put them out there. I prefer to fit my plots to the characters as opposed to force characters to conform to plots that make no sense at all for them. A certain amount of deviating from the norm is of course necessary and expected, but I'm not gonna go all guns blazing and make some innocent kid have to become a killer etc... Hopefully that made sense.
@prophetic_fury: It's no big. Have you turned them back on?
EDIT: The first post it up. Happy posting.
@prophetic_fury: It's no big. Have you turned them back on?
EDIT: The first post it up. Happy posting.
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
Sorry about the PMs disabled I didn't even know how it got set to that.
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
I personaly cant wait to start, This is my first time RPing with two charecters, which i suppose cant be too hard, but this seems like a pretty cool RP. But im a little fuzzy on the plot, care to explain a bit?
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
So, hopefully my players are going to check this... I figure we'll start posting either late tonight, or tomorrow. I'll still be accepting new characters, of course, and if there are any of you out there that can roleplay a female character well, and are interested, then please, join. For the sake of realism it would be nice to have a few more female characters.
@Prophetic_Fury: I rather liked Kevin, and he has been approved just the way he is. You have PM's disabled, or I'd have PM'd you, as their handler when they worked with the CIA, there are probably things that he would know, and we may want to figure out what at some point. For instance, Leigh and Dierdre are nearly identical, they always worked together, and they shared the codename "Chimera" because it kept people guessing. They liked it that way. There's probably other stuff, but we can figure that out as things go.
So, yeah. Posting starts soon, but we're most definitely still accepting new characters even then. If you ever come across this and think, "Hmmm... interesting." Feel free to join on up!
Happy RPing all,
Phoenix.
@Prophetic_Fury: I rather liked Kevin, and he has been approved just the way he is. You have PM's disabled, or I'd have PM'd you, as their handler when they worked with the CIA, there are probably things that he would know, and we may want to figure out what at some point. For instance, Leigh and Dierdre are nearly identical, they always worked together, and they shared the codename "Chimera" because it kept people guessing. They liked it that way. There's probably other stuff, but we can figure that out as things go.
So, yeah. Posting starts soon, but we're most definitely still accepting new characters even then. If you ever come across this and think, "Hmmm... interesting." Feel free to join on up!
Happy RPing all,
Phoenix.
Re: [OOC] The Road Not Taken
Okay, so to those few of you that have shown an interest, a very fond thank you. : )
I just figured I would kick this off by asking after what you want to see happen with your characters, and asking that you ask whatever general questions you may have here. Who knows, if you have the question someone else might as well, and that way I can answer it once, and have somewhere to refer anyone who asks later. It's easier that way. For now at least. I'm rambling a bit, because I've been rather ill lately, so please forgive me that. Anyway have a nice whatever time of day it is for you when you're reading this, and if anyone wants to join, the roleplay is most definitely still open.
I just figured I would kick this off by asking after what you want to see happen with your characters, and asking that you ask whatever general questions you may have here. Who knows, if you have the question someone else might as well, and that way I can answer it once, and have somewhere to refer anyone who asks later. It's easier that way. For now at least. I'm rambling a bit, because I've been rather ill lately, so please forgive me that. Anyway have a nice whatever time of day it is for you when you're reading this, and if anyone wants to join, the roleplay is most definitely still open.
[OOC] The Road Not Taken
Leigh McAllister was a child prodigy of a sort. The child of an SAS officer, and an MI-6 operative, she was trained from a young age how to defend herself, just in case mommy and daddy's work ever followed them home. Still, all was well, until a fateful day when her twin sister Dierdre decided to follow in mommy and daddy's foot steps. It started with the Russians, and a Desert Eagle. It ended in a first kill at much too young an age. Leigh knew from that point on that the life of a covert operative wasn't for her. Dierdre had other ideas, and her twin sister was the one person in the world that Leigh couldn't tell "no".
For years, Leigh worked with her sister. Doing what she did best, sitting behind a computer and calling the shots. Completing technologies, improving them. Cleaning up Dierdre's messes, and Dierdre always made a mess. She wasn't happy, but with every job they completed, there was a higher, and higher price on their heads. It was too dangerous to get out, and Dierdre never would have let her anyway. Then the unthinkable happened. Within days of each other, Leigh received two notifications. One for the death of her mother, one for the death of her father. That's when she realized that if she was going to have the life that she wanted, she needed to go for it now.
In this world there are choices that we have. Some we make ourselves, others are made for us. What do we do when we don't like those choices? Don't like the hand that we've been dealt? That's what defines who we are, our reactions. For some, it's easier to pull away. To make the choice and stick with it, make it real. For Leigh McAllister, it's a little harder than that. A price on her head, and a twin sister that doesn't want to let go are only some of the things that have kept her from embarking on the normal life that she's always wanted.
Colorado Springs, Co. It beckoned to her. Large enough that she could easily disappear into the crowd. Small enough that it wouldn't be the first place anyone would look for someone trying to hide. Besides, with NORAD and all the military around, who would think to look for her there? Little of any note really happened in Colorado Springs. Certainly never the sorts of things that she was trying to get away from at least...
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Yes, this is the same Colorado Springs as the one from Stargate SG-1, but it's not a Stargate centric RP. Aspects, and ideas from the show may be used in character development, and as plot devices. Please remember though, that this an RP is about the characters in it, their struggles and triumphs. That said, feel free to go a little crazy with character creation. This is a world where high technology can be found and created, but it's not overly common, and always has some kind of kink or drawback.
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Basic character information: Please include all of these things
Name:
Age:
Basic description, realistic pictures are good, but I'd like words as well
The personality that others would see. If you'd like to go more in depth than just the surface, feel free.
A very basic history. Where were they born? Did they have siblings? etc. You don't have to get too detailed with their history, but if there's anything in it that could be used for plot devices please let me know. : )
Anything else that you would like to add.
For years, Leigh worked with her sister. Doing what she did best, sitting behind a computer and calling the shots. Completing technologies, improving them. Cleaning up Dierdre's messes, and Dierdre always made a mess. She wasn't happy, but with every job they completed, there was a higher, and higher price on their heads. It was too dangerous to get out, and Dierdre never would have let her anyway. Then the unthinkable happened. Within days of each other, Leigh received two notifications. One for the death of her mother, one for the death of her father. That's when she realized that if she was going to have the life that she wanted, she needed to go for it now.
In this world there are choices that we have. Some we make ourselves, others are made for us. What do we do when we don't like those choices? Don't like the hand that we've been dealt? That's what defines who we are, our reactions. For some, it's easier to pull away. To make the choice and stick with it, make it real. For Leigh McAllister, it's a little harder than that. A price on her head, and a twin sister that doesn't want to let go are only some of the things that have kept her from embarking on the normal life that she's always wanted.
Colorado Springs, Co. It beckoned to her. Large enough that she could easily disappear into the crowd. Small enough that it wouldn't be the first place anyone would look for someone trying to hide. Besides, with NORAD and all the military around, who would think to look for her there? Little of any note really happened in Colorado Springs. Certainly never the sorts of things that she was trying to get away from at least...
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Yes, this is the same Colorado Springs as the one from Stargate SG-1, but it's not a Stargate centric RP. Aspects, and ideas from the show may be used in character development, and as plot devices. Please remember though, that this an RP is about the characters in it, their struggles and triumphs. That said, feel free to go a little crazy with character creation. This is a world where high technology can be found and created, but it's not overly common, and always has some kind of kink or drawback.
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Basic character information: Please include all of these things
Name:
Age:
Basic description, realistic pictures are good, but I'd like words as well
The personality that others would see. If you'd like to go more in depth than just the surface, feel free.
A very basic history. Where were they born? Did they have siblings? etc. You don't have to get too detailed with their history, but if there's anything in it that could be used for plot devices please let me know. : )
Anything else that you would like to add.
