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Weapon of Youth (IC)

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Weapon of Youth (IC)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MEGAcya on Thu Apr 17, 2008 12:30 pm

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James Jones, (at that least, was the name he used for business), Screamed in agony as the bullet tore into his flesh. The assasin did not flinch. She had been trained to show no mercy. The head of the WYM had wanted the man dead, so he had to die. To her it was simple. While her victim lay on the ground, Cyanide Saruwatari searched the files on his computer, coppying them onto a floppy disk and slipping it into her bag before she left the office.

Twenty minutes later, a 16 year old schoolgirl walked past the main desk and out of the office block, smiling sweetly at the receptionist. There would be no reccord of her ever being there, the tech team were already wiping her from the CCTV footage. As she left the building she slipped gracfully into the waiting Bentley Estate and tugged off the tie of the fake school uniform. The car sped through the maze of roads that made up the city of Manchester, headding to a remote government facility out in the countryside, which for official purposes, did not exist.


This RP's concept is simple (at least I think so). I came up with it last night when I was suffering from my usual insomnia, so if this doesn't make much sence, or has been done before, i'm really sorry ^_^;;

Basicly, The government has been training over 1,000,000 young people in various skill areas to use them for their own purposes. Each 'Agent' is between the ages of 15 and 25, but they can begin training at any age. All of the agents, or trainees are either orphans, or in recent cases the project has been forced to abduct children in order to keep numbers up. Of course, the whole project is an official secret, meaning only those involved know it exists. It is so top secret that the training camp and residential blocks are in a secure compound policed by more that ten thousand guards (none of whom know what it is they are guarding). This secret branch of government is know as the weapons of youth militia, or the WYM project.

The 3 main catergories for skills are:
Espionage- this can include things like stealth, sabbotage, gathering of inteligence and even assasination.
Academic subjects- Mathematics, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Law and Debate, and other various subjects.
Combat- any skills to do with fighting, for example weaponry or physical combat such as martial arts etc.

The rules
One character each.
NO Godmoding.
NO cyber sex.
NO txt tlk.
Cursing is ok to some extent, but please keep it to a minimum.
DO NOT post in the IC thread till I have accepted you character.
If you want to be someone other than an agent, PM me and we can work something out.
Characters must not have more than 4 main skills, and no more than 2 from each catergory.
Be respectful to other RPers, that means dont start up silly arguments. If theres an issue with a person's posts, PM me and i'll sort it out. It is NOT up to you to tell people to change it.

Characters. (check the OOC thread for character sheets)
Cyanide- MEGAcya
Katlyn- WhiteDragon
Jake- BikerAngel
Mac- Mac Bungett
Aldous- Smokabowl
Russel- Ghost_x1000
Myles- Hallik
Kalastria- Aslin
Jessica- SatoDraygonFIST{Tas}
Danleea- fighter_rose_003
Miri- Swift.Arrow
Jack- Tobi

Here's the link to the OOC topic: post86906.html
Post your signups, questions, ideas, whatever you want there mmkay? ^_^
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Re: Weapon of Youth (IC)

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Jake made his way, seen but unnoticed, through the tall, iron gates to the building. He nodded to the security gaurd flashing his ID in front of the scanner. Cheif Executive Nixon wouldn't have been needing it anyways. Not where he was.

The gaurd nodded, having never seen the real Nixon before and Jake stepped into the building. He slid through a doorway to his right and down a flight of stairs. He'd been watching the place for days now. He knew it like his own hand.He came to the cellar, tucking the plastic explosives into a vent and slipped out the cellar doors, planting a faulty fingerprint on the latch and wiping his own off. Nixon had been here. Not him. And later Nixon would be found a little ways off the property, dead of a stroke while he tried to escape. Or so it would seem.

He slid out the doors and into the woods where he sat for a few moments, staring at the sky till he'd erased all feelings of emotion. He pulled out the small metal box and flipped the switch, ignoring the shockwave as he stood and left the property. The building in ruins behind him.

He didn't feel satisfaction with his job well done. He'd been told to do this so he had. And there was nothing he could do about it. He said a quick farwell to whoever had been caught in the explosion and drove away, heading back for base.

Cheif Executive Nixon had committed murder.
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Re: Weapon of Youth (IC)

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D stood in the shadows, watching four men and a woman walk by her, waiting for them to pass so she could continue on her way. Her breathing was deep and even as she stood there. Her mind on the task at hand. Hearing a door shut, she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and pushed herself away from the wall she had been leaning against, picking up the bag resting at her feet. She gripped her CZ85 tightly and moved out into the hallway. She was dressed in all black and her face is hidden behind a mask. Smirking behind the mask, she moved down the hallway.
Should be... riiiight in here she thinks to herself and opens a door and sets down the bag. Bingo. She holsters the handgun and begins to set the explosives. Her directive was almost complete. She took a deep breath and finished.
She pulled off the mask and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Opening the bag, she pulls out a black mini-skirt and a suit jacket. She dresses in the mini-skirt and suit jacket, dropping the black clothes in the bag. It was the only way she could get out of there unnoticed.
Slipping out of the room, she carried the bag and walked down the hallway. She wore a fake id around her neck and easily slipped out of the building. Turning back to smile brightly at the guards sitting in their stations, she climbed into a 1988 Toyota Corolla, a most unsuspicious vehicle. D threw the bag into the back and started the engine.
Pulling down a sidestreet, she pulled over and opened the glovebox. A black box with a green button sat waiting for her touch and press.
An hour later, she drove into town and ditched the Corolla. Already she could hear the news crews scrambling to get the story of a building blowing up. D had finished her mission and walked over to a black Bentley, carrying the bag of black clothing and weaponry. The door opened and she climbed in, ready to begin her next mission.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us." - Marianne Williamson
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Re: Weapon of Youth (IC)

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Jake leaned against the large grey stone wall outside of the base. He was still dressed from his last mission in his formal collard button up shirt. He had ditched the jacket and tie though and the dismissed articles of clothing lay across the wall next to him. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching as all sorts of cars pulled in and out of the base. Some drivers of which he knew personally or had aquaintances with.

The sun was sinking fast over the horizon and he made a good guess at the time. People would now eather be just ending assignments or starting ones. He usually took the nightime assignments when silence was needed but he'd been granted a break for tonight. He was off duty unless backup was needed. It was only the littler missions tonight anyways, the higher ranking crew would stand by.

He yawned, but blinked it off. He wasn't much for sleeping. He'd be awake tonight when the traineas when out and would still be awake when they came back in. Bored, he leaned against the wall and waited for a familiar face.

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Katlyn sat in her room bored, she hadn't gotten any missions today, they had told her that today was a 'day off' for her. Glancing at the calander in her room she sighed once again, it was her birthday, and if they were giving her a day off on her birthday, that meant bad things were on the road ahead. Restless she exited her room and made her way outside, she headed towards the woods just outside the base. They were surprisenly slack with security, of course they didn't really expect their recruits to try and escape. On her way to her favorite spot in the woods, she passed Jake standing there, and nodded, then walking on, went to a tree that had broken down some time ago.
She quickly climbed up onto the log and lay down, closing her eyes. This was usually the place she came to think, and sometimes draw. It was peaceful, the people who knew she went there would normally leave her alone, unless they wanted to tell her something important.
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The car, D was in, stopped at headquarters and she opened the door and stepped out. She still wore the mini-skirt and suit jacket. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she moved aside to slam the car door shut. She saw Jake leaning against the wall and Katlyn on the log. She inclined her head to both of them, whether they saw her inclination or not.
The bag was still attached to her side, but she dropped it to the gravel and stretched out. She could not wait to get out of the mini-skirt and into something more comfortable so she bent over and picked the bag back up and went inside. She found her quarters and changed into her normal dark green tanktop and cameoflage.
She went to give her report and then wandered about the compound, watching the younger trainees in their sessions.

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Jake spotted katlyn in a tree and walked over, leaning against a stump and looking up at her. "What's going on, Kat? Anything new? You look bored as hell." He smiled friendily, rolling the arms up on his uncomfortable buisiness shirt. The one thing he hated about missions was dressing up.

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At 6:15 on the dot, the lights of the "Emperor Suite" at the Hotsy Topsy Hotel/Casino turn off, signifying the last guard check for an hour and the start of the mission. Mac, was able to see this, for it was the owner's room, and it's large curtained windows overlooked the casino where he was currently trying to break the bank, in Baccarat.

Mac looses the tie of his navy blue business suit.
"Ok, I'm going to be going soon, so let's make this interesting." Mac pushes half of his very large pile of chips towards the dealer. The other players scoff at this, and wander off for cheaper games of chance. The dealer just smiles and takes a puff from his cigarette, sets it down on the ashtray in front of him, and deals Mac some cards from the shoe. Mac takes the cards and takes a swig from his glass and points at the cigarette, "You know those aren't really healthy for you."

The dealer responds, "Ah but sir, I am an old man set in my ways, you are a young man with many years in front of you, but that brandy can only give you harm."

The Emperor Suite's lights turn back on, and Mac frowns at this, the dealer chuckles, thinking it was his comment. Mac calmly adds, "But I don't plan on living long in my line of work." He notices uniformed security guards running towards the Private Suite's elevator.

"And what line of work is that, sir?"

"Distractions." Through the polished metal of a nearby slot machine, Mac sees a security guard behind him get a radio call, and start walking the table. The dealer takes a smoke "Like let's my company wants proof that a certain casino owner is working more then usual with the mob, so they decide to send in a theft to snatch some documents from his private room of his hotel, and they know that there will be less security when he is in the hotel and he will leave his suite to personally deal a "high roller."' As the dealer's brain takes all of this in and the horrors rolls across his face, Mac raises his glass, "To distractions."

Mac reaches into his jacket pocket with his left hand as he splashes the dealer with his glass. As the cigarette lights the brandy and the dealer's arm, Mac turns around and smashes the knuckle buster trench knife he pulled from his jacket into the jaw of the guard behind him.
The dealer hits the floor in shock, the guard does the same in pain. Pulling out a Walther P99 Mac fires it into the ceiling, not only causing a stampede of casino goers out of the floor, but the bullets break off the plastic bar holding the cage of balloons attached to the ceiling closed. Through the confusion of running and shouting gamblers, the confetti, and the balloons, Mac is able to not only pocket his weapons, but also pull off his velcroed suit, revealing a black tux. Running into a stairwell with a group of confused German tourists, he folds his tie into a bow, and puts on stylish sunglasses. In German, Mac shouts at the tourists that they should not exit through the emergency exit, but go upstairs, towards the suites. Too shock to think why their foursome became a fivesome, the German follow, until Mac points them towards the executive dinnerhall and he sinks into the hall of the Emperor Suite.

While he runs down the open corridor, Mac runs into 3 guards watching the casino through the full wall windows, one leaning on the window, using his radio, while the other two tightly hold an 11 year old boy. Mac quickly pulls out his pistol and shoots out the glass, the guard falling to his disability pay onto a blackjack table. Startled by their comrade's descent, one of the other guards is easily dispatched out the window by the child, while Mac tries pushing the other guard out the window, but he is too quick and dodges Mac's fists and punches Mac in the eye, shattering his sunglasses. Mac punches at him again, this time the boy trips him from behind and the guard stumbled out the window. Mac asks the boy he got the documents, and the boy nods.
"Well then, plan A is still on." Mac turns to the opposite outside window and smashes it with his pistol, and slides out and begins to climb the few yards down the building to the parking garage, followed by the boy. Walking over to a silver Alpala, Mac clicks the remote and enters the drivers side, while the kid enters the back.
Mac tosses one of the counterfeit chips he still had into the back seat, "here keep this as a memento, maybe you might gamble with it when you get older, if you survive."
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Re: Weapon of Youth (IC)

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D leaned against a railing and watched the young trainees fall into push-ups. She took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair before pushing herself away from the rail. She shoved her hands into her pockets and continued to walk around the building. She could hear random voices saying different things about different missions whether completed or not.
Stepping outside, she took a deep breath and felt the chill air against her warm skin. It felt great against her skin and she started walking around. She decided to check out the different types of cars that sat in the lot and noticed that one of the cars was missing. ''Someone must be on a mission," she whispered softly to herself.

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Kalastria Night clapsed on the belt about her waist. Her 2 pistols were at the side- ready for use. From her bag, she grabbed her duo blades and slid them into the pouch on the belt. She did not carry any extra amo as she knew that she would be fast and efficient. She was never wrong about how many shots she needed. She was on the roof of the building, preparing for the mission at hand. As the sun sunk behind the clouds, casting the building into darkness, Night pulled her half mask over the bottom half of her face. Her brown eyes were void of any emotion, her mind focusing on the task ahead.

She stood at the end of the corridor hiding behind the wall, watching the 2 men guarding the door. There were very tall and burly. Her back to the wall, Night closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She opened her eyes and moved. The guards had no time to react as she was just to fast for them. Only using 2 of her bullets, she shot them both in the head. They crumbled to the floor, dead. She heard shuffling from the other side of the door. Quickly, she shot the hinges of the door, using 2 more bullets. when she kicked it with her right leg, it fell down easily.She knew what awaited her on the other side and flung her two blades at the men waiting to shoot her. The blades embedded themselves at the men's heart, bringing them to their death almost instantly. 4 down, 1 more to go and she knew where the coward was hiding...the closet. One shot covered that. 5 shots was all she needed to bring down the group.

Night washed her blades and tucked them back into her belt and walked out of the room, back onto the roof. She grabbed her bag and slung it across her back. She peered over to the casino next to the hotel she was standing on. There were so many people moving about carrying on with their own lives. Night jumped onto the fire escape stairs and moved down to the ground floor swiftly. There, in the dark alley, was her bike. It was sleek black vehicle that Night absolutely loved. She mounted the bike and pulled on her helmet. The bike roared to life. Night leaned forward and moved onto the road. She loved speed and was soon cruising the road back to base.

Her mission was complete, flawless as always. This was her only mission for the day and it was night now. So she could go back to base and do anything she wanted. As she was nearing the base, she saw a few of the recruits standing around, with no missions for the day. She stopped the bike at the base and pulled off her helmet.
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When the car finaly pulled up on the compound, Cyanide had taken advantage of the black-tinted windows and used the time to change into jeans and a t-shirt. she left the discarded school uniform folded up on the back seat and pulled on her hoodie, heading over to the woods and spoting Jake and Katlyn. "Hi" she said with a grin "How'd you mission go Jake?"

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D tilted her head to the side when she heard a car pull up. She turned and walked out of the garage. Seeing Cyanide climb out of the car, she decided to join Jake, Katlyn, and Cyanide. D snuck up silently behind Cyanide and smirked lightly before tapping her on the shoulder and then D moved to the side and just stood there, with her arms folded behind her back as she watched the three of them.

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Cyanide heard D sneaking up, a twig had snapped under her feet. She smirked, letting her think she hadn't noticed. When the other girl tapped her shoulder she didn't turn around or look up. "Hello, D" She said, before breaking into a grin and turning to her.

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"Mission was slow." He shrugged. "But at least I wasn't stuck up here all day." He looked at D standing behind Cyanide. He smiled friendily. "Hey, D. How's it going?" He glanced in the direction of the traineas. "Better yet, how are the rookies going? Any promise in that bunch?" He liked the newbies this month which wasn't too strange. They had all been new at some point or another. But this month was better. There were alot of kids in the bunch that really were pretty good.

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Kat opeaned one eye and looked to see who had spoken, it was Jake. She closed her eye and said "They gave me the day off, so yes I'm bored." on a normal basis, she would punch out anyone who interupted her thoughts, but since it was Jake, she decided not to. Sighing loudly, she covered her eyes with her arm, trying to think of a way to find out whether her father was alive or not.

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Jake saw she wasn't in the mood. "Sorry...I'll catch you later..." He took a step back. He understood she wanted time to think. There were plenty of people here with rough pasts. There were a few who had grown up here and had it good but the most of them where eather orphans or run aways. "I'll see ya later." He smiled warmly and turned back to D and Cyanide. "Oh. I almost forgot." He looked up at Kat. "Happy birthday." He grinned friendily and rejoined the others.

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"Thanks." she whispered to herself, he would still hear it, he was close enough to anyways. Keeping her arm where it was she went back to her thoughts.

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D shrugged her shoulders slightly and looked towrd the building. "There are a few promising trainees, but they sure are pressuring all them harder this year," she answered Jake. D particularily liked this group of trainees and the group of agents she was standing with, but that would never leave her thoughts and venture out into the open.

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Jake sensed a tension in D and sighed. People were always so uptight around here. So what if what they did was a strict buisiness, an occupation dodn't make a person. He grinned his over confident, I own the world smile. "Yeah? Why are they being pressured? Is something up?"

He thought about how they'd been resting the better of the force. Him, D, Kat and Cyanide, and a few others were the best in the place and they were being saved. Something must have been up. It had been slow and that was never a good thing.

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D looked over at Jake and shook her head at his smile. "Overconfidence can get you killed," she said softly and then looked back toward the building. "There may be something up, but I'm not sure."

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