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Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby conrad001 on Sat Jul 21, 2007 11:55 am

The times were dark and dangerous. It had been like this for as long as anybody could remember. If there was once a time in this world where things were bright and sunny, they were now lost in time. There had been a conquering force that swept into the nation, and that's all anybody really talked about it. That is, until Tyler Smith came along.

Riotsu was a city, and it was in 'lock-down' because the government feared that people would go out, link up, form a resistance, and try and take down the government. Nobody was allowed in or out of the city except for military commanders. No civilians inside of Riotsu knew what was going on outside the walls of their city. But Tyler wanted to change this.

Forming of a resistance started out as mere talk, whispers in the wind. After only two months, Tyler had managed to get a total of fifty people together. His ideas were crazy, and yet people loved him for his work. He started the resistance so that people got their freedom, their 'just desserts' as people would call it.

He rented out a very large apartment in the city as a headquarters. Every Saturday night people would meet up and they would talk about their plans to change Riotsu. Soon, they would be raiding a military armory in order to score some big guns. All they had right now were a few pistols, bats, crowbars. They would do it at night, taking out any guards that patrolled the streets along the way. They would charge through the armory gates without a second thought, and tear the guards down, getting their hands on anything that they possibly can.
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Tyler sat at the table, a cigarette between his fingers. He took a long, deep drag, his eyes fluttering as smoke was unleashed from his nostrils. The raid was going down tonight, and most people he knew were nervous about it. He had a semi-automatic pistol with seven rounds laying on the table. It was his father's, though how his father got it, he had no idea. People would soon be arriving to join him in his glorious raid to salvation. He put the cigarette out, smoke still filling the room. He grabbed the gun and put it in a holster on his hip. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had short, blond hair and stood at a miraculous 6'4. Today was the day, and nobody would stop him.

((OOC: No character sheets, though you may include one if you want. You may either be a civilian in the Resistance, or a guard for the government. Have fun.))

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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Le Cruise on Sun Jul 22, 2007 1:57 am

Robert sat upright in his bed, his bare back leaning against a wall. His brow was a little moist, his night terrors never gave him a single peacefull sleep. He wiped his forehead with his well muscled forearm, and stood up. His long baggy black pants hung around his waist by a single rope, His dirtied white T-shirt with a hole for the neck far larger than it needed to be hung loose around his muscled chest. He walked over to his sink, which jutted out of the wall 5 feet from his bed, his toliet was on the other side of his sink, which was practicly in the doorway. His grabbed the sink with his hands, his left was practicly bursting with the enourmous veins that were practicly tentacles attached to his arm. his right was still bandaged up, the ragged bandages hung looser around the fingers, but the rest of it was still tight. He looked into a large shard of glass that he used as a mirror. From what he could tell, his blue eyes were dull, even though they were highlighted by his bloodveins around his iris. HIs hair was filthy, and messed up as always. It's black sleek qualities seemed to be non-existint now, since his hair was coupled with dirt, grease, and something else, that he couldn't classify with his lousy piece of glass. he washed his hands for a moment, untill the water turned brown. He sighed as he turned of the only pipeline he had to something better than what he had. He walked out of his room, into his only other room. In one corner, a beat up chair barely stood on its four legs. In the other, his front door stood tall, despite the large cracks in its shoddy build, it was the best thing in his dump of a house. He turned to his kitchen-corner. A small oven, that barely worked, had lumber stashed in its cooking area, small coals were littered through out the various pieces of wood, and some were still red, although not touching what ever was too wet to burn last night. He decided to let his stomach growl for the time being, his entire home had no food, his mouth was dry, as it had been for the past 2 days. He realized that he would soon perish, his body would resemble a dryed fruit, and someone else might eat it out of desperation and hunger. He locked his door on the way out, by sticking his hand through a large crack, and locking the his doorknob. It wasn't like there was much to steal. He walked out into the morning sun, he had always woken at dawn, and slept at dusk, he didn't know why, but he did it. He turned back at his small junk-house, he looked side to side, all along the other pieces of junk that someone else had decided to throw into the junkyard. He examined his pipeline, which led straight into the owner's trailer, the pipeline went under ground about 50 feet away from the trailer, so as to not be detected. His house resembled just another mound of garbage, and it realy was, he had just made it out of old doors, various pieces of wood, and even a couple windows, the only window was actualy a piece of sharded stained glass that he had recieved when the church redid their windows, if one looked close enough into the shard, they would see a hallowed out room, surrounded by old doors, and the like. Robert knew that his secret hut would one day cave in under the trash that was building up around it. Untill the day that happened however, he was gonna keep fighting for survival. Even if it ment rebeling against the oppressive government...


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Re: Resistance

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Matthew had been waiting a long time for this night. He hated the government with everything he had. When he had first joined as a solder, he thought it was going to be great, it wasn't. The hell they put him through, the pain he inflicted because they told him to. He might never sleep fitfully again. Well, that was all going to change tonight, when the rebellion came, he would help get the gates open, from the inside. Some might say he was crazy, but he was fighting for his cause. And he could fight too, he was 6'2'', buff from the training he had undergone and had black hair cut short (as was the armies style). He would fight until they had won their freedom. He looked around at his room, this was the last day he was going to see it. From here on out he was a revolutionist for the resistance's need for a new way of life. He hoped Tyler could really lead them to victory.
Let your soul Burn!!!

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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby conrad001 on Sun Jul 22, 2007 10:48 am

((Yea, your post was fine.))

Tyler's dark blue eyes scanned his apartment. He was in his kitchen right now. There was a stove-top, a small fridge, a wooden table with a wooden chair, and a sink. Behind him was the front door. Further back was his bedroom and a bathroom. He was pretty lucky to even have this, though it may not seem like much, people he knew had even less. He was fighting for a cause. He was fighting so that people could be treated like equals and not the way the government treats them right now. Tyler sighed even thinking about those wretched fiends!

Tyler looked at his watch. He had found it on the sidewalk a few days ago. It was still early, but time seemed to fly by. People would start showing up, and from Tyler's apartment, they would march upon the armory. Tyler just hoped that his man on the inside would be able to stay alive long enough to open the gates. He didn't want him to get caught not only because it would ruin the raid, but also because he was a good man. There were many good men and women that were going to join him. Tyler sat back down. He had to stay here all day in case anybody came early.

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Re: Resistance

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Emma twisted her long brown hair into a loose bun on the nape of her neck, and fastened it with an old ribbon. She looked at the strip of faded red satin in the almost-mirror that hung over her kitchen sink. She squared her jaw and gripped the sides of the dirtied white porcelain, a low sigh escaped from the back of her throat.

She turned on the faucet, and wet her face with the cold water. It was nearly clean today. She tried to scrub off the dirt from her once-beautiful skin. She could still remember the feeling of the fine dresses her father had bought for her once, and sounds of the parties, the laughter and the music. But that was another lifetime. Another world. A time before he had been thrown from the military in disgrace, forced into the filthy city that she now, at 21, called home. She was 15 then, and it was only just months after the family's arrival in the slummy city that her father died. Only a year later her mother had followed. She had been forced to grow up, forced to make a life for herself in this terrible place. And now, now she had a chance to help change the hand she had been dealt, and to help the other thousands of people in this horrible place.

Emma pulled on her long rain coat, flipped the collar up around her neck, and left her apartment. The last thing her deep brown eyes fell on before she pulled the door closed behind her was the picture of her parents, when they were still happy. She locked the door and started down the hall, wary of being female and alone in this city. She prayed she would make it to Tyler's apartment in one piece.
"No one has the power to make you feel inferior without your permission." -Eleanor Roosevelt

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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Corvan on Fri Sep 14, 2007 10:53 pm

Corvan woke up with a start. He reached to the side table grabbing his automatic pistol and aimed it around the room. After a minute Corvan set his weapon back down and looked up at his ceiling. " o..thats right got to go to tyler's.." he said quietly to him self. Slowly he got out of his bed and walked over to his window and took off the long black jacket hanging just in front of the window. He tossed it onto his bed and pulled on a white tank top which fix a little to tightly but it managed. Then pulling out a black t shirt that had been torn at the sleeves, to look more like a sleeve less shirt but ripped. He then slid on some dark blue jeans.He looked around some before closing the curtains on his only window. Corvan reached under his bed and dragged out a large metal lock box. The lock box was at least 5 feet long and 3 feet wide. Corvan clicked the numbers and unlocked it. Reaching into the case he pulled out two more automatic pistols and slid them into the holsters on his sides. sliding the case back under his bed he pulled his long coat up from his bed and sliped it on. reaching to his side he picked his 3rd pistol and tucked it half way in the back part of his pants. He pulled the hood up on his coat up and over his head. Corvan finally picked up his blood red colored shades and turned toward the door, opening and then closing it as fast as he could. Hurrying down the steps into the street he walked as causal as he could but as tall as he was he still walked rather fast, as he headed towards tyler's appartment.

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Re: Resistance

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Emma pulled her coat more tightly around her thin body, and hurried down the street. Her head ducked low, and collar pulled up high, she hoped that no one would notice her as she nearly jogged down the sidewalk, willing herself to be at the apartment now. She heard footsteps on the sidewalk ahead of her, and glanced up to watch a man turn onto the street she was walking down. She recognized the outline of the tall man, with his hood pulled up over his head. She knew that she had seen him before at Tyler's apartment, and gained some strength from the visible knowledge that she was not alone in this venture that could mean her death.

She widened her stride, and when she was within earshot said, "excuse me, sir," and touched him on the shoulder.

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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Corvan on Tue Sep 18, 2007 8:14 pm

He looked behind him slightly and said "yes mam" he turned but kept walking and whispered quietly "yes emma..its that day, be careful though" he said very quietly. Then he siad a little louder " what can i help you with today, if you require any needs" he said in a serious tone. but she knew it was for anyone close by.

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Re: Resistance

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Emma was taken aback by the simple fact that he had remembered her name. They had spoken maybe twice before at the apartment. She felt slightly safer being with him.
"No, I-I don't require anything," she shoved her hands into her pockets. She heard footfalls behind her and when she turned to see who it was, she saw a Government Guard, a curious look on his face. "Corvan," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. She knew that if he inspected them they would be shot on the street. She was sure that the man ahead of her carried much more than the dagger she had tied to her leg.

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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Corvan on Tue Sep 18, 2007 10:00 pm

Whispering back" i know..hes been tailing me sense i left my home..i have a idea if your willing" he whispered and ducked into a alley hoping she would follow. He leaned against the wall pulling his hood down and tucking his shades into a inside pocket were one of his automatic 9mm's was stored. he leaned against that wall hoping Emma would follow him.

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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Tink047 on Wed Sep 19, 2007 4:12 pm

With one last glance behind her shoulder, Emma ducked into the tiny alley-way, trying to look casual as she followed the tall man in front of her. Why would a guard tail Corvan? Was it just routine, or was word of the resistance, and the members really spreading? Emma willed the rumors to be nothing more than the thoughts of the scared men and women among them. No, she corrected silently, the most scared. She was sure every member of the resistance was afraid.

Emma pulled her hands from her pockets, and looked up at Corvan with her big brown eyes, "what's your plan? I hope it works fast."

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Re: Resistance

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Before the guard could turn the corner to see them corvan looked at her and said quietly " get your arms around me and hold on tightly." he said as he pulls up his left sleeve. He was standing on a slap of concrete. "don't scream..you will be fine trust me." he told her.

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Emma stepped close to him, lifting up onto her tip-toes, and wrapped her arms tightly around Corvan's strong neck. "I hope this works," she whispered quickly. She could feel the metal cold through their clothing, and her heart race from nerves. The footfalls grew louder, and Emma pressed her eyes shut tightly, waiting for the man's next move.

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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Corvan on Wed Sep 19, 2007 11:46 pm

He pushed the middle of his watch as the floor underthen gave way. Corvan held Emma close so if she did scream it would be muffled. Just as his head had past the floor it closed shut. He set Emma down and listened closely. "dammit..i lost him again.." the guard kicked a near by trash can and walked off. Corvan turned to emma " are you alright"? he asked.

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Re: Resistance

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Emma nodded, and brushed a few stray hairs from her face, "yeah, I'm fine." She looked around the dimly-lit place that they had fallen into, "what is this place?" She stepped back from Corvan, and looked around. "it's hot down here," she said, still taking in her new surroundings. She pulled her coat off and layed it gently across her arm. Her leather skirt glinted the little bit of light that was in the open space they had fallen into.

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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Corvan on Fri Sep 21, 2007 3:19 pm

"underground movement. helped make them my self, only the most trusted know about them. These small safe houses are all over the city in underground areas. Corvan walked over to a darker area and hit a button. For a few seconds nothing happen then slowly lights started to eluminate the area. The area was more like a small armory "course this is my personal safe house,mostly storage, its connected to the main network." he said to her as he walked over to a large metal door. As he opened it light poured out from the small closet. In the closet was not clothes but a assormant of firearms small and large alike.

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Re: Resistance

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Emma's eyes widened as she looked at the wide array of weapons splayed before her. She recognized them from years before. Her father had had a small armory in their home. He would, sometimes, take her down to the small room and teach her all about the guns and other firearms. As a girl, she was always in awe of the power of the weapons her father had. When she was 10 he had started teaching her how to shoot, "Emma, some day you'll need to know how to handle a gun properly." She could still feel his hands cupping hers, Remember, aim for the middle, even if you're off by a little, you'll still hit something."

She shook her head and was back into the concrete room with Corvan. "So," she said slowly, "would this connect with Tyler's apartment?" She ran her hand over the cold metal, and picked up a small pistol. She expertly gripped the gun, and pointed it off into the distance. "These aren't loaded," She noted.

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Corvan pointed to a large toolchest that seem to have its years on it. " its unlocked those clips are in the top one." he said to her, as he picked up a fully automatic rifle which was known as a m16 before it was put out of action. " this safehouse connects to the underground tunnels that leads to a exit house right next to his appartment. He walked over to the toolchest and pulled the bottom one open pulling out several clips for his weapon, loading it.

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Re: Resistance

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((I hope it isn't too late to join. ^^; I thought that we needed a member of the guard. :3)

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"Damn it, why me?" Mika spat at the dirty ground, brows knitted and her face contorted in an awful scowl. "Why me?"
"Something wrong, Private?" ask the man beside her, his gravelly voice grating on her ears.
"No Captain Sir," Mika quickly replied, though she fought the strong urge to scream obscenities at her superior quite a force to reckoned with. "Nothing is wrong, sir."
But oh, how much of a lie that was. Mika would've rather had a leg broken than to be working the midnight transportation shift at some dingy little armory. She stared up at her Captain with a look of utter contempt and dislike. He was a large, bear of a man, with a large, bushy that covered almost the whole of his face and had an even larger head of his hair poking out from underneath his cap that matched.
"Keep a sharp eye out, Private," the Captain barked from behind his neck warmer. "You never know what may happen."
"I'll freeze to death, that's what'll happen," a very peeved Mika mumbled beneath her breath.
The Captain didn't seem to notice her upset tone. "Keep a sharp eye out. I'm counting on you, Private Kurtz."
Before her Captain even began to go through the motions, Mika flung her arm into the air in a rigid salute, chest puffed out with a deep breath. Even if she disliked him, Hanlon was still her superior.
"Sir yes sir!" she barked into the cold night air. Her breath wafted in front of her in a bright white puff. The Captain slauted back, grumbling a little, that stepped back into the patrol vehicle that awaited him, leaving behind a very cold, very upset Mika behind.
"Asshole," she cursed through her chattering teeth.
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Re: Resistance

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Tink047 on Mon Sep 24, 2007 10:29 pm

((OOC: Welcome, Pendan!))

IC: Emma nodded and walked over to the tool chest. She loaded the gun, holding it for a moment to appreciate the change in the weight after loading the full clip. "Is the plan to take the tunnels to the exit nearest to the apartment?" She stuffed the gun into the waist of her skirt and smiled softly at Corvan. Had she ever felt so safe before? She didn't think so. For some reason, either because of the sheer firepower surrounding her, or the fact that something about Corvan reminded Emma of her father, she felt at home. She was ready.

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