Introduction
The Society
Eight Humans, who are normal in every way: They don't have abilities, they poesses no special powers, they can't call lightning down with a giant hammer. They have lived through society as most normally would. None were fated to live a life filled with adventure. Even then, they continued living their lives, just another footstep on the world.
That all changed when The Society showed up. They called themselves The Society of Truth, and they had one simple beliief: Unite the world by any means nessacary. They were very convincing, almost hypnotic... almost to the point of brainwashing. As they went out, they gathered followers from every part of the world, exactly as a black hole sucks anything near. Son, everyone in the world were under their control, every last one a member of The Society. Equal rights, equal pay, a world of balance, all worshipping their great, unknown leader as if he/she were god.
Peace came through this, but there was darkness in this light. Unknowing to everyone, not everyone had a choice, most who resisted The Society found themselves beat down, and brainwashed using the most horrid methods possible. Torchure, hypnotisim, everything was fair game. These were given the dirtier jobs of life, such as garbage disposal, and sewage repairmen. If they had a choice, they wouldn't be there for long. Sadly, they no longer have that luxary. All walking around, Zombie-like, following the orders of some great, unknown leader as if he/she were god.
Then, as if some unseen diety was at work, the afore mentioned eight suddenly snapped out of it: Now great force of will, no one secretly plotting a rebellion, it just HAPPENED. Seeing their chance, they fled before anyone noticed what was happening. Some unseen force drove them to the exact same location.
These Eight people now have one goal: take The Society of Truth down, and restore the world to the way it was. By any means nessacary. Can this be done? Can eight people take on a single, unifed world? Or will they end up as mere slaves again?
Things you should know: (will most likely edit, so stay updated)
1. All players will start their posts suddenly snapping out of their brainwashed state, and escaping the place you are in, more than likely being pursued by the people around you. All feel strangely compelled to move toward a single building: a small building on the outskirts of
New York plain enough to blend into society, close enough to the city where thyey won't be singled out and searched. Also close enough to keep us on our toes. That's when we all meet, say our hellos, and all that interactive stuff we all know and love.
2. We are NOT going to sit idly by. There will be scouting missions, stealth attempts to grab food, and the like. We'll get away with it easily at first but, as time goes on, and we make more and more moves, people will start to notice us. Then, they begin chasing us. They'll try to brainwash us again. If they fail, they'll kill us.
3. So it goes without saying there will be fights. Guns will be fired, the Brainwashed will have knives sticking out of their backs. We have but two goals: Survive, and return the world to normal by any means nessacary.
4. As for beginning supplies: This is when stealing from a Walmart comes in handy. We start with NOTHING, save a nice, un cozy house. To get any supplies, we will either have to attack some weapon maniac, of steal from a store. BOth of these have their negative effects. Stealing from a store without a mask will paint a giant signal on your back, so plan carefully.
5. The supernatural is there, but very lightly. This will manifest in things such as the beginning, where everyone breaks out of their brainwashed bonds at the same time.. As I mentioned earlier, we can't call fire down from the heavens. We CAN, however, make flame throwers from aerosol cans and matches. Be creative with the enviroment.
6. One of you are not as they seem to be. One of you are still brainwashed, a spy for the other side. I won't decide this until everyone is in, and only if they agree to the job. They will be blending in perfectly, so you'll never know until things start to get a little fishy. If you guys would rather not do this, fine, but understand that you are all canidates for this.) I may not do this if too many are against it.
---Character Skeleton---
Name: (Your name. If you had to ask what this meant, back to kindergarden with you)
Age: (See above explanation)
Description: (Any sort of pic is allowed, though I always enjoy a good Anime Pic. No pictures are fine, just write out a nice two paragraph description)
Personality: (I don't accept lists. Make it as long as you can without your head exploding. 1-2 paragraphs. Perferrably two.)
Talents: (As I've said, no magic. Are you good with a computer? An expert marksmen? Place it here. Be realistic: No olympic track star that can lift 500 lbs.)
History: (Don't you people dare tell me you have nothing to write here. What were you before you were brainwashed? What were you doing WHILE you were brainwashed? I'd like a decent 1-2 paragraphs)
--Positions--
Male 1 Tyler Li Alamaraz
Male 2 Reserved by Sanick
Male 3 Reserved by Cloud9Titan
Male 4 Ace Kalmbach
Female 1 Kayleigh Palmer
Female 2 Noelle Hope Ranzik
Female 3 Tabitha Ames
Female 4
Eight Humans, who are normal in every way: They don't have abilities, they poesses no special powers, they can't call lightning down with a giant hammer. They have lived through society as most normally would. None were fated to live a life filled with adventure. Even then, they continued living their lives, just another footstep on the world.
That all changed when The Society showed up. They called themselves The Society of Truth, and they had one simple beliief: Unite the world by any means nessacary. They were very convincing, almost hypnotic... almost to the point of brainwashing. As they went out, they gathered followers from every part of the world, exactly as a black hole sucks anything near. Son, everyone in the world were under their control, every last one a member of The Society. Equal rights, equal pay, a world of balance, all worshipping their great, unknown leader as if he/she were god.
Peace came through this, but there was darkness in this light. Unknowing to everyone, not everyone had a choice, most who resisted The Society found themselves beat down, and brainwashed using the most horrid methods possible. Torchure, hypnotisim, everything was fair game. These were given the dirtier jobs of life, such as garbage disposal, and sewage repairmen. If they had a choice, they wouldn't be there for long. Sadly, they no longer have that luxary. All walking around, Zombie-like, following the orders of some great, unknown leader as if he/she were god.
Then, as if some unseen diety was at work, the afore mentioned eight suddenly snapped out of it: Now great force of will, no one secretly plotting a rebellion, it just HAPPENED. Seeing their chance, they fled before anyone noticed what was happening. Some unseen force drove them to the exact same location.
These Eight people now have one goal: take The Society of Truth down, and restore the world to the way it was. By any means nessacary. Can this be done? Can eight people take on a single, unifed world? Or will they end up as mere slaves again?
Things you should know: (will most likely edit, so stay updated)
1. All players will start their posts suddenly snapping out of their brainwashed state, and escaping the place you are in, more than likely being pursued by the people around you. All feel strangely compelled to move toward a single building: a small building on the outskirts of
New York plain enough to blend into society, close enough to the city where thyey won't be singled out and searched. Also close enough to keep us on our toes. That's when we all meet, say our hellos, and all that interactive stuff we all know and love.
2. We are NOT going to sit idly by. There will be scouting missions, stealth attempts to grab food, and the like. We'll get away with it easily at first but, as time goes on, and we make more and more moves, people will start to notice us. Then, they begin chasing us. They'll try to brainwash us again. If they fail, they'll kill us.
3. So it goes without saying there will be fights. Guns will be fired, the Brainwashed will have knives sticking out of their backs. We have but two goals: Survive, and return the world to normal by any means nessacary.
4. As for beginning supplies: This is when stealing from a Walmart comes in handy. We start with NOTHING, save a nice, un cozy house. To get any supplies, we will either have to attack some weapon maniac, of steal from a store. BOth of these have their negative effects. Stealing from a store without a mask will paint a giant signal on your back, so plan carefully.
5. The supernatural is there, but very lightly. This will manifest in things such as the beginning, where everyone breaks out of their brainwashed bonds at the same time.. As I mentioned earlier, we can't call fire down from the heavens. We CAN, however, make flame throwers from aerosol cans and matches. Be creative with the enviroment.
6. One of you are not as they seem to be. One of you are still brainwashed, a spy for the other side. I won't decide this until everyone is in, and only if they agree to the job. They will be blending in perfectly, so you'll never know until things start to get a little fishy. If you guys would rather not do this, fine, but understand that you are all canidates for this.) I may not do this if too many are against it.
---Character Skeleton---
Name: (Your name. If you had to ask what this meant, back to kindergarden with you)
Age: (See above explanation)
Description: (Any sort of pic is allowed, though I always enjoy a good Anime Pic. No pictures are fine, just write out a nice two paragraph description)
Personality: (I don't accept lists. Make it as long as you can without your head exploding. 1-2 paragraphs. Perferrably two.)
Talents: (As I've said, no magic. Are you good with a computer? An expert marksmen? Place it here. Be realistic: No olympic track star that can lift 500 lbs.)
History: (Don't you people dare tell me you have nothing to write here. What were you before you were brainwashed? What were you doing WHILE you were brainwashed? I'd like a decent 1-2 paragraphs)
--Positions--
Male 1 Tyler Li Alamaraz
Male 2 Reserved by Sanick
Male 3 Reserved by Cloud9Titan
Male 4 Ace Kalmbach
Female 1 Kayleigh Palmer
Female 2 Noelle Hope Ranzik
Female 3 Tabitha Ames
Female 4
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Mike had been relaxing at home taking inventory of things when he heard Kayleigh's announcement, that was definitely not something normally done. Then the music began to play.
It definitely wasnt Society approved. So either something had happened or Kayleigh went completely bats.
He was hoping for choice number 2, but he knew it wasnt.
He opened his Gun safe. His trusy Ar-15 with red-dot scope, and his .270 Hunting rifle with a x10 scope. If things got rough he had a way to respond. He also knew his standard firearm would be a waste if he shot it. They could track any rounds fired right to him. So he emptied the mags from that and put the weapon in his now empty safe.
He ran to his closet and got some clothes stuffed into a bag. He also brought one of his suits...Just incase he needed to infiltrate an FBI building.
As Mike was getting ready to leave he decided to try and solve his own problem.
He Called up his Team Member. Agent Coral Jameson.
"Hey Boss. What can I do for you?"
"Coral.. I need you to tell the others; Rule number 31, 32, and 33. I need help, but I dont know who to trust."
Mike Moved to his front door and knocked really loud. He then ran to his Kitchen and Turned the oven on, then reached behind the Oven and cut his gas line. Things would get interesting fast.
"Boss what was that? Are yo-..."
"I got to run Coral they are here!" He Hung up the phone and threw it onto the kitchen floor. He pulled out his knife and then cut his arm open. He allowed himself to bleed all over the kitchen tile and on the carpet in the front room before he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his arm. He then went back and retrieved his issued weapon and fired a round into the front door. He dropped his weapon and ran to his garage. He wasnt sure how long the gas would take to ignite.
He ran into his Garage and jumped into his Dodge 2500 and left. He headed towards the house. Taking a long route to make sure no one was following him.
Upon arriving at the house, he stumbled into the front room. He was pale from the blood loss.
"Where is our EMT? I need some help"
It definitely wasnt Society approved. So either something had happened or Kayleigh went completely bats.
He was hoping for choice number 2, but he knew it wasnt.
He opened his Gun safe. His trusy Ar-15 with red-dot scope, and his .270 Hunting rifle with a x10 scope. If things got rough he had a way to respond. He also knew his standard firearm would be a waste if he shot it. They could track any rounds fired right to him. So he emptied the mags from that and put the weapon in his now empty safe.
He ran to his closet and got some clothes stuffed into a bag. He also brought one of his suits...Just incase he needed to infiltrate an FBI building.
As Mike was getting ready to leave he decided to try and solve his own problem.
He Called up his Team Member. Agent Coral Jameson.
"Hey Boss. What can I do for you?"
"Coral.. I need you to tell the others; Rule number 31, 32, and 33. I need help, but I dont know who to trust."
Mike Moved to his front door and knocked really loud. He then ran to his Kitchen and Turned the oven on, then reached behind the Oven and cut his gas line. Things would get interesting fast.
"Boss what was that? Are yo-..."
"I got to run Coral they are here!" He Hung up the phone and threw it onto the kitchen floor. He pulled out his knife and then cut his arm open. He allowed himself to bleed all over the kitchen tile and on the carpet in the front room before he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his arm. He then went back and retrieved his issued weapon and fired a round into the front door. He dropped his weapon and ran to his garage. He wasnt sure how long the gas would take to ignite.
He ran into his Garage and jumped into his Dodge 2500 and left. He headed towards the house. Taking a long route to make sure no one was following him.
Upon arriving at the house, he stumbled into the front room. He was pale from the blood loss.
"Where is our EMT? I need some help"
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Chris grinned. "Perfect. Now, I have an idea. Do any of the rest of you know anything about hacking? I might be able to hack into the system that set up this porfile, and tweak it, so they can't issue is tomorrow. That will at least give us some time, and the public still won't know. More than one computer deffinately helps, thanks Noelle." She grinned, hopping that at least someone would have some sort of hacking experience. If not, she would be on her own. She set to work, routing Noelle's laptop to her own.
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Chris grinned. "Perfect. Now, I have an idea. Do any of the rest of you know anything about hacking? I might be able to hack into the system that set up this porfile, and tweak it, so they can't issue is tomorrow. That will at least give us some time, and the public still won't know. More than one computer deffinately helps, thanks Noelle." She grinned, hopping that at least someone would have some sort of hacking experience. If not, she would be on her own. She set to work, routing Noelle's laptop to her own.
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"Triple Dammit." Tyler cursed under his breath, glad he had gotten his guns while he still could...he had a feeling that tomorrow, there was going to be a manhunt unlike another. "Hey Chris, even though I'm pretty sure I already know the answer, since I know a thing or two about computers myself, but is there anyway to hack into their mainframe, and change the code to say different people?" He asked, making sure his guns were loaded, but with the safety on. He put a rifle next to the door, and the shotgun next to a window.
After a little time passed, he said, "So, the society wants to play rough? Then, I think we should either figure out what caused our brainwash, and do it to others, or we find someway to take out the branch. With the big thing falling apart, then maybe it'll be like a domino effect." HE suggested, though he was unsure about any of that. it was just two if many things they could do .
After a little time passed, he said, "So, the society wants to play rough? Then, I think we should either figure out what caused our brainwash, and do it to others, or we find someway to take out the branch. With the big thing falling apart, then maybe it'll be like a domino effect." HE suggested, though he was unsure about any of that. it was just two if many things they could do .
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Tabitha was stunned. Just...stunned. How could they know about them already? It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, for crying out loud! The Society clearly reached much further than they had expected. They literally controlled everything. However, they still had an advantage here - the Society didn't know where they were. If they could keep it that way, they would be okay. For a little while, at least.
The others began to plan, Kayleigh taking charge just as she had earlier. They didn't have time to worry, or even to be afraid. It was touch and go here. Just one mistake, and they could all end up dead; or worse.
Tabitha stood back, feeling that she couldn't be much help at the moment. Maybe she should put the groceries away? It was a mundane task to do, whilst everyone else planned how they were going to survive. But it needed to be done. And Tabitha was all about getting things done.
Walking to the kitchen, she started to take the items out one by one, and put them away in cabinets and the fridge. When she was about half way through, Mike rushed inside the house, a towel drenched in blood wrapped around his arm. His face was pale and bright with sweat. "Where is our EMT? I need some help."
Tabitha walked into the kitchen, staying calm and collected. An EMT couldn't afford to get flustered or nervous. She took him by the uninjured arm and led him to the kitchen. Pulling out a chair, she had him sit. "What happened?" Tabitha asked, taking out the supplies needed.
She proceeded to clean the wound, then numbed the arm so she could stitch it. It was a bad cut, but she had certainly seen worse. It was stitched in no time. Tabitha then wrapped gauze around the length of his cut.
The others began to plan, Kayleigh taking charge just as she had earlier. They didn't have time to worry, or even to be afraid. It was touch and go here. Just one mistake, and they could all end up dead; or worse.
Tabitha stood back, feeling that she couldn't be much help at the moment. Maybe she should put the groceries away? It was a mundane task to do, whilst everyone else planned how they were going to survive. But it needed to be done. And Tabitha was all about getting things done.
Walking to the kitchen, she started to take the items out one by one, and put them away in cabinets and the fridge. When she was about half way through, Mike rushed inside the house, a towel drenched in blood wrapped around his arm. His face was pale and bright with sweat. "Where is our EMT? I need some help."
Tabitha walked into the kitchen, staying calm and collected. An EMT couldn't afford to get flustered or nervous. She took him by the uninjured arm and led him to the kitchen. Pulling out a chair, she had him sit. "What happened?" Tabitha asked, taking out the supplies needed.
She proceeded to clean the wound, then numbed the arm so she could stitch it. It was a bad cut, but she had certainly seen worse. It was stitched in no time. Tabitha then wrapped gauze around the length of his cut.
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Finally, Kayleigh got back to the house. For a moment, she allowed her forehead to rest on the steering wheel. What were they going to do now? Would she ever find her sister now?
At last she got out, closing the car door quietly behind her. She took out the jerrycans with gas and stacked them up against the side wall, then picked up the last purchases she'd made. She headed to the door and knocked, waiting to be let in. Now more than ever they needed to tighten up on security and keep watch for anyone arriving.
Once she was let in, she dumped the bags of shopping on the ground. "Hey," she greeted everyone, Tabitha in particular, with a breezy smile. Then she saw what was going on. "Mike...what the hell happened?" she asked.
At last she got out, closing the car door quietly behind her. She took out the jerrycans with gas and stacked them up against the side wall, then picked up the last purchases she'd made. She headed to the door and knocked, waiting to be let in. Now more than ever they needed to tighten up on security and keep watch for anyone arriving.
Once she was let in, she dumped the bags of shopping on the ground. "Hey," she greeted everyone, Tabitha in particular, with a breezy smile. Then she saw what was going on. "Mike...what the hell happened?" she asked.
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Mike looked at Tabitha and was about to answer when Kayleigh walked in and about crapped her pants.
"Relax, it was my doing. I heard your broadcast on the radio. It felt like something was going ill for us...So i created a diversion. Turn on the Televion, its probably going to be broadcasting any minute." he said to the group as someone flipped on the T.V. and changed it to the news.
[i] "I Don't know what to tell you Mary. The cops here have surrounded the area and are getting ready to storm top FBI Agent Mike Keith's residence. Acourding to the Neighbors, shots were fired inside the house. This was right after FBIT agent Coral Jameson spoke to Agent Keith, who warned someone was Af-..."
During the middle of the news cast the house behind the newsman exploded knocking everyone to the ground. Everyone began to scream and panick followed. The news then kicked back to the News anchor.
"It seems we lost the camera, but there you have it. Top FBI agent Mike Keith was concerned over being in danger, and now his house has been destroyed. Will we be able to find the Society's most trusted Agent? We will cover more at the 9 o clock news tonight."
The T.V. turned back to a commercial. Mike Looked at everyone.
"I made the house look like a crime had happened. Since i am an FBI agent, they will make my Case a Priority. I've created enough of a scene there to keep them occupied for at least a week. If my team handles it. They will be there fore several weeks. If someone could please go out to my truck. I have 2 bags in the back seat, and 2 rifles. Please bring them in"
"Relax, it was my doing. I heard your broadcast on the radio. It felt like something was going ill for us...So i created a diversion. Turn on the Televion, its probably going to be broadcasting any minute." he said to the group as someone flipped on the T.V. and changed it to the news.
[i] "I Don't know what to tell you Mary. The cops here have surrounded the area and are getting ready to storm top FBI Agent Mike Keith's residence. Acourding to the Neighbors, shots were fired inside the house. This was right after FBIT agent Coral Jameson spoke to Agent Keith, who warned someone was Af-..."
During the middle of the news cast the house behind the newsman exploded knocking everyone to the ground. Everyone began to scream and panick followed. The news then kicked back to the News anchor.
"It seems we lost the camera, but there you have it. Top FBI agent Mike Keith was concerned over being in danger, and now his house has been destroyed. Will we be able to find the Society's most trusted Agent? We will cover more at the 9 o clock news tonight."
The T.V. turned back to a commercial. Mike Looked at everyone.
"I made the house look like a crime had happened. Since i am an FBI agent, they will make my Case a Priority. I've created enough of a scene there to keep them occupied for at least a week. If my team handles it. They will be there fore several weeks. If someone could please go out to my truck. I have 2 bags in the back seat, and 2 rifles. Please bring them in"
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"That;s either the smartest thing in the world, or the dumbest." Tyler said, but not saying it out loud, "Mike either bought us plenty of time, or halved it. They were looking for us earlier... now they might just be plain old hunting his down."
He quickly walked to Mike's truck, and grabbed the supplies he requested, and set them inside. "We got a decent firearm stash now... enough to last us a while, I should say." he said, surveying all the equipment.
He would go down fighting, if nothing else. He may not put the biggest of dents in the world, and he certainly wouldn't seem to be a martyr, instead probably a terrorist... but he would fight to return the world to the state it was once in.
He looked towards the tv, where the news was now talking about Kayleigh's bold move. They were saying that The Society never approved such demonic songs, and were glad that no harm had come from their effects.. Tyler pounded the ground... that was one of their best options, by inducing reverse brainwash... now, what were they going to do?
He quickly walked to Mike's truck, and grabbed the supplies he requested, and set them inside. "We got a decent firearm stash now... enough to last us a while, I should say." he said, surveying all the equipment.
He would go down fighting, if nothing else. He may not put the biggest of dents in the world, and he certainly wouldn't seem to be a martyr, instead probably a terrorist... but he would fight to return the world to the state it was once in.
He looked towards the tv, where the news was now talking about Kayleigh's bold move. They were saying that The Society never approved such demonic songs, and were glad that no harm had come from their effects.. Tyler pounded the ground... that was one of their best options, by inducing reverse brainwash... now, what were they going to do?
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Too much was happening for Noelle to grasp. It seemed like everything was going to Hell in a handbasket. Everyone else seemed to be taking the situation well. That was a good thing, but Noelle didn't know how they were keeping it together. As for herself, she wanted to panic. It was only because of her stubborn willpower that she didn't. However, she couldn't just stand there.
"Well, would it be best to stay here for now, or shall we look for another hiding place? I would still like to know if there is anyway to prevent the public from finding out about us for now. I think we will have to have some kind of escape route if they do find us here." she replied, all the while trying to keep her cool.
She started pacing the floor, obviously agitated by all that has happened. Mike seemed sure that he distracted the authorities, but Noelle wasn't sure.
"Well, would it be best to stay here for now, or shall we look for another hiding place? I would still like to know if there is anyway to prevent the public from finding out about us for now. I think we will have to have some kind of escape route if they do find us here." she replied, all the while trying to keep her cool.
She started pacing the floor, obviously agitated by all that has happened. Mike seemed sure that he distracted the authorities, but Noelle wasn't sure.
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Mike needed to get a hold of his team. They would be at his house any moment, and they would be there for hours. He already knew what they would find.
He called Coral, telling her he was in trouble. She would believe him and move to his house to try and help him. The house exploded. Someone was trying to clean their tracks.
They would investigate the house and find his blood in the kitchen and front room along with his side arm.
They would investigate it like they always do. However he was 100% sure, they would believe he was in danger and would believe his house was set up to frame him.
He needed to get in contact with his team again, but no calls.
Mike stood up. "We need to stay put. It would look suspicious if 8 people were trying to flee the same area together. I do need to get a hold of my team though."
He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down 'Rule #31-33 Coral. I still need help. They are trying to frame me'
He held up the piece of paper. "I need someone to take this to my house and give it to Special Agent Coral Jameson. It might buy us more time. Dont stand there when she recieves it. Hand it to any agent, tell them its for her, then get out of there."
He called Coral, telling her he was in trouble. She would believe him and move to his house to try and help him. The house exploded. Someone was trying to clean their tracks.
They would investigate the house and find his blood in the kitchen and front room along with his side arm.
They would investigate it like they always do. However he was 100% sure, they would believe he was in danger and would believe his house was set up to frame him.
He needed to get in contact with his team again, but no calls.
Mike stood up. "We need to stay put. It would look suspicious if 8 people were trying to flee the same area together. I do need to get a hold of my team though."
He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down 'Rule #31-33 Coral. I still need help. They are trying to frame me'
He held up the piece of paper. "I need someone to take this to my house and give it to Special Agent Coral Jameson. It might buy us more time. Dont stand there when she recieves it. Hand it to any agent, tell them its for her, then get out of there."
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Despite herself, Kayleigh started to giggle. It might have been slightly desperate laughter, but it was laughter nonetheless. "'We Built This City' is demonic music?" she cackled. "And to think, I was so considering 'Rage Against the Machine'..."
Snorting back another laugh, she got control of herself. "I think we should try to scout out other boltholes, for sure. I don't think they know we're here yet, but it's going to be the smart move to have at least one back-up base. I bought some make-up and some baseball caps and sunglasses. They ought to give us a casual disguise to move around in, at least. As for our long-term goals...someone with the ability to get information out of the system need to find out just how they are doing their mind-control."
Kayleigh flopped down onto the floor. "I don't think we have the manpower to take on a branch of the Society. After all, technically, the Society right now is everyone. We need specific targets for hit-and-run, guerrilla tactics..."
Kayleigh trailed off as she looked at the piece of paper. "Mike," she said seriously, at last, "are you absolutely, a hundred per cent sure that they will believe you and not the Society that they've been brainwashed for years to believe without question? Because if not, whoever takes this could be walking into a deathtrap."
Snorting back another laugh, she got control of herself. "I think we should try to scout out other boltholes, for sure. I don't think they know we're here yet, but it's going to be the smart move to have at least one back-up base. I bought some make-up and some baseball caps and sunglasses. They ought to give us a casual disguise to move around in, at least. As for our long-term goals...someone with the ability to get information out of the system need to find out just how they are doing their mind-control."
Kayleigh flopped down onto the floor. "I don't think we have the manpower to take on a branch of the Society. After all, technically, the Society right now is everyone. We need specific targets for hit-and-run, guerrilla tactics..."
Kayleigh trailed off as she looked at the piece of paper. "Mike," she said seriously, at last, "are you absolutely, a hundred per cent sure that they will believe you and not the Society that they've been brainwashed for years to believe without question? Because if not, whoever takes this could be walking into a deathtrap."
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"Be careful with your arm; don't loosen the stitches." Tabitha advised Mike. Sweeping her medical eye over the arm once more, she nodded in approval. "It should hold, though." Shuffling through one of the containers, she opened a bottle of pills and handed one to the FBI agent. "This'll help with the pain."
Tabitha then began to clean up the mess. Gingerly picking up a corner of the towel that wasn't bloodied, she dropped it inside a now empty grocery bag. Tying it tightly, the EMT dropped the bag inside the trashcan. Hunting through the bags that had yet to be unpacked, she found some disinfecting wipes.
After placing all the medical supplies where they belonged, Tabitha wiped everything down. Tossing the wipes away, she turned and listened to what everyone had to say. The part of her that had just only moments before taken charge and spoken without being prodded, crawled away within itself. It was no longer there.
Tabitha then began to clean up the mess. Gingerly picking up a corner of the towel that wasn't bloodied, she dropped it inside a now empty grocery bag. Tying it tightly, the EMT dropped the bag inside the trashcan. Hunting through the bags that had yet to be unpacked, she found some disinfecting wipes.
After placing all the medical supplies where they belonged, Tabitha wiped everything down. Tossing the wipes away, she turned and listened to what everyone had to say. The part of her that had just only moments before taken charge and spoken without being prodded, crawled away within itself. It was no longer there.
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"I believe that Society has her under their influence, however FBI agents have a bond thats only shared by the Military. They will at least investigate it, and if you move fast enough you will be ok. However, if you are really all that concerned that we will be compromised then we wont go. However i suggest we move out of the city in the next 24 hours and get a country house."
He went over to the rifles and his bag full of ammo. He had 200 rounds of 5.56mm and 80 rounds of .270. He also had 250 rounds of 9mm. Not enough for a war against the Society, but enough to stop them for awhile. They would need more ammo... Lots more.
He went over to the rifles and his bag full of ammo. He had 200 rounds of 5.56mm and 80 rounds of .270. He also had 250 rounds of 9mm. Not enough for a war against the Society, but enough to stop them for awhile. They would need more ammo... Lots more.
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Chris ran into the kitchen. "Okay, I was able to scramble their computers using both my computer and Noelle's. They won't be able to send out the warning about us for at least four days." It was then that she actually realized what was going on. Course, everyone staring at her didn't help either. "What did I miss?" She then shook her head. "You know what, don't answer that, I'm not sure I want to know." She sighed. Her head hurt. She finally realized that she had spent almost 56 hours straight on a computer, and then she had just spent about five more. No wonder her head hurt. She needed sleep, and it was showing.
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Well, that was a nice relief. He wouldn't be hunted down for a couple of days... so they had a little time to prepare for the absolute worst. Night was beginning to fall, and he realized that they hadn't set up their rooms yet. "So, who's rooming with who?" He asked looking around at the people. He was starting to grow tired, and he felt like he needed to rearrange all of his thoughts, and properly file them.
He looked around viewing everyone, and how hard they worked... tis was the beginning of the most interesting time of his life. There was no doubt about that.
He looked around viewing everyone, and how hard they worked... tis was the beginning of the most interesting time of his life. There was no doubt about that.
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Kayleigh considered this. "I haven't even checked upstairs in this house yet. How many rooms are there? Did we find out about water or electric?" Heading upstairs, she found there were three bedrooms. The TV worked, so obviously, so did the electricity. The water too. She shook her head. Someone had to be paying the bills.
She headed back down, and patted a couple of large bags. They contained the cosy sleeping bags she'd bought earlier. "We've got at least some bedding. I think I'll stay up and keep watch for a little while. I don't mind staying down in the front room, on the sofa..." Considering, she added, "There's four guys, four girls. I'm going to suggest that we go two to a room, two girls downstairs for now and two up, the guys up likewise. I don't really mind though."
She headed back down, and patted a couple of large bags. They contained the cosy sleeping bags she'd bought earlier. "We've got at least some bedding. I think I'll stay up and keep watch for a little while. I don't mind staying down in the front room, on the sofa..." Considering, she added, "There's four guys, four girls. I'm going to suggest that we go two to a room, two girls downstairs for now and two up, the guys up likewise. I don't really mind though."
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Tabitha stifled a yawn, shaking her head slightly to rid it of sleepiness. The life of an EMT was hard; with odd hours and almost constant exhaustion. Add this whole waking up from being brain washed, and being hunted by everyone else on earth? Yeah. Tabitha was beyond tired. "I can stay down here..." Again, her head was down, and she refused to look up. What if they were laughing? Why would they laugh? There's nothing wrong with what I said...but what if someone else wanted to sleep down here? Oh. I probably should have waited. Again, Tabitha over-thought the simplest of statements.
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Listening to the conversation around her, Noelle actually felt okay, considering the circumstances. She really didn't know what the future would bring, but at least now she was in control of her own destiny. She rather live a short life and die young than to remain a brainwash slave and died old. The country there were in (or the country that had existed here) was founded on the belief that one had the freedom to do anything they wanted. Looks like history might repeat itself only this time, it was this small group against the hold world. Not great odds, but Noelle had been raised that she could do anything. That was then and this was now.
As the others were deciding on who would sleep where, Noelle spoke up again.
"I'll sleep on the top than. Also, I will warn you guys that I am an early riser. Do we have enough food for meals? I did bring a box of cereal for now." she replied.
(That's something at least.)
As the others were deciding on who would sleep where, Noelle spoke up again.
"I'll sleep on the top than. Also, I will warn you guys that I am an early riser. Do we have enough food for meals? I did bring a box of cereal for now." she replied.
(That's something at least.)
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"Yeah, I brought back a huge pile of groceries," Kayleigh said to Noelle. To Tabitha she said, "Then us two can bed down in here, try to keep a lookout going. Sheesh. Now I'm thinking about it, I only picked up a single pair of pyjamas."
Taking a sleeping bag, Kayleigh laid it out on the floor. "I'll wake one of you guys up later to keep an eye out in turn," she said. Heading for the bathroom, she got changed before coming back and settling down in the sleeping bag, propped up in such a way that she could look out of the window. To Tabitha she said, "So, looks like we're going to be roomies," and grinned.
Taking a sleeping bag, Kayleigh laid it out on the floor. "I'll wake one of you guys up later to keep an eye out in turn," she said. Heading for the bathroom, she got changed before coming back and settling down in the sleeping bag, propped up in such a way that she could look out of the window. To Tabitha she said, "So, looks like we're going to be roomies," and grinned.
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Chris made no answer to any of them, nor did she move from her slightly slumped position in the hard-backed chair. Somehow, the nineten-year-old had managed to fall asleep sitting up. Unless someone woke her up, she wasn't going anywhere soon. She was having a strange dream, mixed with both flashbacks, and creations of her own imagination. It ended up being more of a nightmare.
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Tyler turned to Mike, "I guess we're teaming up then." He said, grabbing a sleep bag, positioning it next to a window, with a gun in easy reach should the alarm sound. "I guess I'll take watch whenever." He said, after plopping down on his bag, falling asleep almost instantly after he closed his eyes.
It was natural. He wished to relax, but at the same time, his mind needed to process everything that had happened recently. They were certainly in for the time of their lives, thre was no doubting that. Would they be able to get along? Would there be constant fighting? Who could say? This had never happened before... it was just these people against the world.
It was natural. He wished to relax, but at the same time, his mind needed to process everything that had happened recently. They were certainly in for the time of their lives, thre was no doubting that. Would they be able to get along? Would there be constant fighting? Who could say? This had never happened before... it was just these people against the world.
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"So, looks like we're going to be roomies." Tabitha glanced over at Kayleigh, giving her a small smile before looking away.
Tabitha looked down at her EMT uniform; she hadn't brought any clothing, or, well...anything. Just the ambulance. Would it look too suspicious for an ambulance to stop at an apartment complex, an EMT go inside and come out with a suitcase and drive off? Tabitha decided it would, especially since the Society knew who she was. She would just have to make do until she could go by her house in a different vehicle and no uniform.
Tabitha walked to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. She proceed to unbutton her top, revealing a black tank top underneath. It was plain and sturdy, and revealed her smooth shoulders and protruding collar bone. The young EMT thought about putting it back on, but decided against it. The top had patches and whatnot on it, that dug into her skin when she lied down - it would be hard enough going to sleep as it is.
Quickly, she rolled up the bottom of her blue-EMT pants to her knees and finger combed her layered, brown hair. Flicking the light off, she walked back to the kitchen. She thought about eating, but her appetite was non-existent at the moment. Shrugging it off, she made her way to the living room. Tabitha didn't have a blanket or sleeping bag - she'd just have to sleep on the couch.
Tabitha looked down at her EMT uniform; she hadn't brought any clothing, or, well...anything. Just the ambulance. Would it look too suspicious for an ambulance to stop at an apartment complex, an EMT go inside and come out with a suitcase and drive off? Tabitha decided it would, especially since the Society knew who she was. She would just have to make do until she could go by her house in a different vehicle and no uniform.
Tabitha walked to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. She proceed to unbutton her top, revealing a black tank top underneath. It was plain and sturdy, and revealed her smooth shoulders and protruding collar bone. The young EMT thought about putting it back on, but decided against it. The top had patches and whatnot on it, that dug into her skin when she lied down - it would be hard enough going to sleep as it is.
Quickly, she rolled up the bottom of her blue-EMT pants to her knees and finger combed her layered, brown hair. Flicking the light off, she walked back to the kitchen. She thought about eating, but her appetite was non-existent at the moment. Shrugging it off, she made her way to the living room. Tabitha didn't have a blanket or sleeping bag - she'd just have to sleep on the couch.
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Kayleigh broke off staring out the window long enough to grin at Tabitha. "I bought more than one sleeping bag," she told her. Something told her she should try to get to know the woman, but at the same time she was a little overwhelmed by the day's events. 'So, you were brainwashed too?' wasn't exactly the best icebreaker. "It's all a bit crazy, huh," she murmured after a moment. Understatement of the year.
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Noelle didn't really say much more as she took her things. She should have brought her own sleeping bag. Tomorrow if she could, she would go and get several more things, including some household items. For now she got ready for bed as best as she could. She really didn't know who she was bunking with. It looked like it was the computer hacker. Hoping that things would be okay for now, she bunkered down on own of the few beds and tried falling asleep. That was easier said than done though for there was alot on her mind. Noelle didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow or the next few days, but she would keep her senses on alert and hope for the best. Finally, her thoughts quieted and she fell asleep.
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Sorry! I'm still here and I've been checking in, just been waiting for the guys to post!
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I just realized Tabitha doesn't have any changes of clothes or anything... o_e
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Sorry I haven't posted in the past few days. Have stupid Writer's Block.
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Hey guys, I found out that Annaky has been having comp trouble and that's why this player hasn't posted yet.
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Hehe, it would be interesting to see that. Btw, I've pmed Annaky but have had no response yet.
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Okay, I have no idea whether the release of an anti-brainwashing track on the airwaves would actually break anyone's brainwashing or not, especially given that there's definite hints it may be supernatural. On the other hand, we won't really know even if it works a little, it allows new characters to be worked in if needed (they could have been woken up later after the initial eight), and it's a great screw-you goodbye to her old job :D
I was gonna just let Rarikou post the outcome and/or effects (if there even are any we might get to know about). Out of curiosity, what time of year is it?
I was gonna just let Rarikou post the outcome and/or effects (if there even are any we might get to know about). Out of curiosity, what time of year is it?
Re: [OOC] The Society of Truth
I was wondering that. Still, this is definitely the style of game where any characters that drop out can get dealt with easily (killed off perhaps). Maybe someone should send a PM...
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Sorry, didn't see the other post. I'll edit mine to include Chris's introduction.
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Hey that is fine. I was a bit confused by a few posts myself. I am sorry if I contributed to that confusion too. Maybe because char is a bit confused on what to do it's affecting me lol.
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Wah! Okay, guys... there's a lot of us here, and the roleplay could get confusing and break down fast if we're not careful when we post. Try and pay attention to the location of the other characters whilst you write your post, and what they're doing and how long it'll be taking. I get confused when people suddenly appear without at least barging past the other guys standing on the porch ;) I get even more confused when one character has acted out ten minutes of stuff when only one minute has passed for mine.
I am really enjoying this rp and think you guys are making awesome posts, so I really hope I don't sound grumpy or anything. Let's just not have our characters all tripping over each other in our eagerness to get things started!
I am really enjoying this rp and think you guys are making awesome posts, so I really hope I don't sound grumpy or anything. Let's just not have our characters all tripping over each other in our eagerness to get things started!
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crap... of course the FBI agent walks in last right? Still wearing his suit, weapon, badge, and driving his "Society" owned car