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IN the area Northern Texas: Just another step

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Sat Sep 03, 2005 2:51 pm

A heavy sigh came from the lips of one Mister Warren Keith Mc Cue. The young man had been watching the newscasts and keeping up on the news for the past few weeks nearly obsessively. He had not left a bit of obtainable knowledge un-obtained. He had raked the many news forums, web-boards, and other things for information. He had been receiving live up to date info on his data visor, which was over his right. His hair was pulled back, and he had just gotten out of one of the many meetings that he had to attend to, if he wished to be elected to the poisition he seemed to vie for. One would actually figure that the current state of events would make someone withdraw from the race, to chicken out. They would figure wrong if Warren was the example that they were looking at. The young man had actually been driven more by the recent events, as if he thought he could do something about it if he was in power. He walked into his own, private home, somewhere in the north texan metroplex, in one of the many lower populated areas. He tossed his keys up onto his key holding rack and walked into the living room, undoing his buisness coat jacket, and taking it off. He sighed happily.

""Finally, that coat was getting uncomfortable...""

He got up, and walked into his bedroom. He was in there for easily an hour or two. But, oddly enough... the young man that strode out of the room looked nothing like the politician. Something was in his eyes, something that was apparant in the others eyes too... if you looked enough... I lust to have the power to make a difference... His hair was no longer pulled, back but messy an in a style that made him look something like one of the old-school-punk rockers. His dark blue cargo pants that were rather normal fitting, and his black t-shirt that said "I do my own stunts..." made this feel generate evenmore. He tossed his phone up into the air with a flagrant twist of the wrist and caught it elegantly, sliding it into his phone holder. He put his MP3 player in his pocket, then walked.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Sat Sep 03, 2005 11:38 pm

As he walked, he nodded his hand to the music. Doing such made his bangs bob back and forth, and made people look at him weird. He was listening to The Clash's "Spanish Bombs" and liking it very much. With each
step another note rang out and he smiled.

"Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the ventana open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight"

He moved faster to the beat.

"Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
yo te quiero oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
yo te quiero oh mi corazón"

His eyes narrowed.

"Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud"

His dimples showed a bit with a smile he was giving those he was passing.

"Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
yo te quiero oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
yo te quiero oh mi corazón"

His hand brushed his bangs to the left, moving them from his eyes for the moment

"The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon"

His eyes became feirce... His smile was a slightly demented one. His hand moved to his cell phone at his waist.

He removed the head phones from his ears and put the phone to his left one.


"Phone, dail Mr. Warheil please."
"dailing..."
"Hello, Mr. Warheil... is my request finished? All aquired? Good...deliver it as planned. Thank you..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Sun Sep 04, 2005 5:09 pm

The young man hoped upon his motorcycle, and turned on the ignition. He smiled as he put his helmet on, put the visor down, turned up his MP3 player once more, as the headphones were again in his ears, and kicked the kickstand up. Off he went down the road, onto the highway and off towards some unnamed place he had to go.

He smiled slightly as one of his favorite songs began. The glorious, "Not listening, by the band Papa Roach.

"I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I learn, the more I ignore
I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I hear, the more I ignore
No I'm not listening, not anymore, No

Cause You gotta be bigger, be faster, be stronger
If your gonna survive any longer
In this lifetime, it better be the right time
The first time might be your last time
Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I got something to prove

I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I learn, the more I ignore
I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I hear, the more I ignore, the more I ignore

Cause I've lost my innocence
And I'm a stranger, A life changer
I'm a man thats not afraid of danger
I walk my own path, and blaze my own trail
Because I'm not afraid to derail
I won't get in line or be a middle man
So fuck you I'll make my own plan
And I got respect and I dont neglect
The people that are here who came to protect
Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I got something to prove

I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I learn, the more I ignore
I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I hear, the more I ignore, the more I ignore

I told you before, wont listen anymore
I told you before, lets settle the score
I told you before, wont listen anymore
I told you before, lets settle the score

If not me then who?
If not now then when?

I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I learn, the more I ignore
I'm not listening, not anymore
The more I hear, the more I ignore, the more I ignore

I told you before, wont listen anymore
I told you before, lets settle the score
I told you before, wont listen anymore
I told you before, lets settle the score

Set it off right now
Blow it up, set it off
Fuck it up, set it off
Blow it up, Blow it up right now"

He wasn't listening either... He wasn't listening to popular believes. Though many others had opposed war. He didn't. He was ready... It was as if something in him said that being ready would be better than not... as if he predicted a holocaust, if his nation was caught unprepared.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Mon Sep 05, 2005 1:26 am

Hours had passed, and the young man had covered the distance that he had needed to cover to get to where ever he was going. He was still in his glorious country of Texas, but in a place many would not recognize as Texas. All around him there were forested hills, and such. He was in what looked to be a national park in Texas... but it wasn't, just a realitively unpoplulated area that looked that way.

He hopped off his motorcycle as it came to a stop. Then after looking around himself, he put it away into a bunch of thick nearby bushes. The greenery moved, he smiled and headed off into the woods, off the path. He traveled through the woods seemingly to go nowhere for about a hundred meters. Then all of a sudden there was a hidden but well worn dirt path... Which he followed.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Mon Sep 05, 2005 3:44 pm

The young man had traveled down the well worn but hidden dirt path for about half a mile, if not more. Oddly, he had not even hit a single bit of trouble as he did. It was as if he had walked this path many many times. Odd, very odd. This path seemed to be abandoned. But he moved with the ease as if it was a path he had walked each and every day... a path through a city none-the-less.

About half an hour passed. He had been walking through this terrain the whole time. A stone-building looking thing was to his left. He turned and strode over to it putting his hand on a random rock, and all of a sudden a door like opening appeared. He strode in, and the door shut.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Mon Sep 05, 2005 7:48 pm

What seemed like no more than ten minutes had passed and he had went down about ten flights of stairs. He was now on what was almost the floor he was looking for. He sighed, however knowing that he had to wait for the person he called. He looked at the wall to his left, and moved over to it, plopping down on the ground infront of it with his back covered by the wall.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Tue Sep 06, 2005 12:50 am

The young man had waited for easily twenty minutes when he heard the heavy, steady, and concurrent footsteps of his protege that he had been waiting to meet here. His head moved up so that his dark blue eyes could see through his dark brown bangs and study the features of the man.


The man was wearing a black militarisk suit, that had many features of flair that made it reminisant of the olden days of war, back when the canon and musket were the main tools of war. The man had sohrt and realitively neatly combed blonde hair that was pointing backwards. The man had grey-blue eyes and a steelish glare on him.

The young man known by Warren K Mc Cue gave the man a nod.


"Your late, very late"
"As are you mister Mc Cue... or should I say project Warrius." The man answered.
"If you know whats good for you, you'll never call me that name again, and show me what you owe me."
"Very agressive, aren't we project Warrius? The man retorted.

Before the man knew what was upon him, 'Warrius' was upon him, with a finger or three pointed at the man's jugular.
"Take me to the troops, and to my supplies I ordered."

"How can I be sure that you even have the money to pay me with the banks being down?" the militarily dressed man answered.

"The money should be here any minute, I just want to make sure you trained my troops, and have the equipment I ordered."

"I trained your followers, and follow me... I'll take you to the next level of your base." The man answered.

They walked down a flight or two of stairs and about the equalivilant of half a mile and there they were. A group of about ten soldier dressed in dark blue jump suit like uniforms stood at attention saluting 'Warrius'. He waved them off and stared at his Leo with awe. The military-isk man came up to him with a crate or two of weapons... such as old M-16s and rockey launchers. He looked at the young man whom was called either Warrius or Warren and said "Where is my money? The Leo was prepayed for... but this is not..." Warren/Warrius pointed to the money being loaded into the man's supply trucks. The man smiled nodded and turned to walk away... when he groaned and fell to the ground... a hunting knife in his back, right in the middle of his spinal cord.

"I never like merchant military members..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Tue Sep 06, 2005 10:08 pm

Hours had passed. The young politician and apparent warlord sat in a chair inside of his hidden base. He was going over the specs that his troops had given him. His mechanics and engineers had went over the Leo's specs and its physical attributes. They had made sure everything was working right, and there was now only one problem... whom would pilot it?

"I will pilot it, as it is my mobile suit. I bought it, and have the battle experience... even if you do not know it."

He hopped up from his chair, and cracked his neck.

"Turn it to the news station."

His enchanting midnight blue eyes locked onto the form of Milliardo Peacecraft of the Sanc Kingdom upon the television screen. Milliardo was not in his normal garb, or was he? But none the less. Milliardo was in... a mobile suit... and... giving a speech.

" People of earth. I am Milliardo Peacecraft of the Sanc kingdom. Over the years I have noticed how our peace has fallen into crime and corruption aswell as manipulation. I have found the answer within our past. The gundams. Many of you may disagree with this though it is what will protect our freedom for our children and help maintain a secure empire as earth. Now is the time to rise up from your lifes and start something great. Throw away your sympathy and empathy and join the side of peace and freedom for our succesors. I cannot make you change your simple ways of living, only you can pull that trigger to dullen your heart. But can I ask you something? Do you really think that peace will last without defence. We are open to attack, and now, if they attack, I will be ready, will you? Will you be able to silence that overgrowing feeling of regret? Will you be able to become more than just a cog in the system? Will you get in the cockpit of a mobile suit and FIGHT for your lives. Can you?... Behold the world we live in today..."

Warrius' eyes darted back and forth as he listend to the speech. He balled his fingers up into a fist, and slammed it onto the table.


"Dammit, whom are you to make the first move! They we're supposed to come to us! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR... Well... I'm ready to fight... I fight for my life... and for the young men and women out there that have a chance to have a life that I never had a chance to have."

Warrius' eyes had grown dark and filled with darker emotions than many would expect the young man to have capactity to have.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Tue Sep 06, 2005 10:47 pm

Somewhere in the partially underground compound of Warrius, two of his followers sat on break from their respective duties. They were both wearing the dark blue uniforms that the rest had been wearing, and both had their hair clearly styled. One was a young man of Scottish descent, whom had red spikey hair, deep green eyes, a burly figure and an attitude. This was one of Warrius' three or four mechanics... whoms' job was to keep Warrius' equipment up and running.

The other one was of an unknown descent but had apparantly orriental features, yet deep lavender eyes. His hair was rather lengthy and he had it parted nicely. He was of a slim, trim, runners build. He was one of Warrius' lts. One that was in charge of ground opperations.

The two seemed to be talking about something almost outlawed, seeing how they were talking in such hushed tones.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Wed Sep 07, 2005 12:30 am

OOC: Okay, I'm in a questioning mood. I'd like to know what you guys think of my RPing and my character so far... I'll be adding alot more about him as I go, but this is just kinda a set of posts I set up to deepen his character. I also used it to provide a bit of character development for him. I'm going to add more twists and turns as I go. I hope your enjoying my Rping so far.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Wed Sep 07, 2005 9:27 pm

The young politician/warlord yawned. His eyes looked rather drowsy, and it was apparant quite easily that he had slept in at least two days. He knew not even he could last on this, and ordered his aides out of his quaters. He cracked his neck, and peeled his shirt off of his torso. He yawned again, and after kicking his shoes off crashed down onto one of his many couches.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Thu Sep 08, 2005 10:40 pm

'Whats the deal?' Warrius/Warren muttered questioningly to absoulutely no one at all. He was waiting for the newly elected global ruler Milliardo Peacecraft to give a speech or something. Nothing yet.

He sat up, and cracked his shoulders as he yawned.

"This plot seems to be thickening..."

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