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JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
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Brief Overview of Events:
Nikolas Zabas brought the sheet before him, and entered the room. Dr. Zimmerman stared at him expectantly.
"And what would this be, Nikolas?"
From my PMs, organised by Terrance:
Character: Geoffrey McMillingham
Geoffrey knew his job would be difficult and that it would often lead him to situations his clients wouldn't like. His clients don't care about his security, they want answers and they know Geoffrey is one of the best. Every day it seemed that Geoffrey would get requests for Is my son still alive? or Is my husband sleeping around with other women? At this thought, Geoffrey snickered, Why would you care, here in Core? What is your husband but a bodyguard you happen to tolerate? In any case, Geoffrey took only a select few jobs because or the nature of Core. Without technology, Georfrey stalked his mark, getting very close, relentlessly seeking the truth. This policy lead to occasional fight, but Geoffrey had learned to hold his own in a fight by now.
Today Geoffrey was investigating a woman's plea: Please, can you find my husband? I haven't seen him for days. Geoffrey steadfastly followed every lead. He found that it was naturally leading him to the slums, like most of his jobs. However, this was one of he worst parts of the slums, he asked around and it seemed as though the husband was here before, about two days ago. Geoffrey wandered around a bit more, carefully asking questions. One seedy character told him that the husband was taken into a house down the block. Geoffrey went there and peeked in the window.
Inside there was a man, tied up in a chair, matching the description of the husband. In front of him was a large man in a wrinkled suit, though fine by Core standards. The man in the suit seemed angry and pulled out a gun. Now Geoffrey's suspicions were confirmed, the man in the suit was part of the Russian Mob. With this information, he left the scene quietly, knowing the husband was as good as dead.
Name: They call me Jose
Character - Joseph Van de Vooten
Nikolas Zabas brought the sheet before him, and entered the room. Dr. Zimmerman stared at him expectantly.
"And what would this be, Nikolas?"
From my PMs, organised by Terrance:
The Trapper, the Killer, the Seeker and the Farmer
Character: Geoffrey McMillingham
Spoiler :
-Geoffrey McMillingham-
Geoffrey knew his job would be difficult and that it would often lead him to situations his clients wouldn't like. His clients don't care about his security, they want answers and they know Geoffrey is one of the best. Every day it seemed that Geoffrey would get requests for Is my son still alive? or Is my husband sleeping around with other women? At this thought, Geoffrey snickered, Why would you care, here in Core? What is your husband but a bodyguard you happen to tolerate? In any case, Geoffrey took only a select few jobs because or the nature of Core. Without technology, Georfrey stalked his mark, getting very close, relentlessly seeking the truth. This policy lead to occasional fight, but Geoffrey had learned to hold his own in a fight by now.
Today Geoffrey was investigating a woman's plea: Please, can you find my husband? I haven't seen him for days. Geoffrey steadfastly followed every lead. He found that it was naturally leading him to the slums, like most of his jobs. However, this was one of he worst parts of the slums, he asked around and it seemed as though the husband was here before, about two days ago. Geoffrey wandered around a bit more, carefully asking questions. One seedy character told him that the husband was taken into a house down the block. Geoffrey went there and peeked in the window.
Inside there was a man, tied up in a chair, matching the description of the husband. In front of him was a large man in a wrinkled suit, though fine by Core standards. The man in the suit seemed angry and pulled out a gun. Now Geoffrey's suspicions were confirmed, the man in the suit was part of the Russian Mob. With this information, he left the scene quietly, knowing the husband was as good as dead.
Name: They call me Jose
Spoiler :
Character - Joseph Van de Vooten
Spoiler :
Introduction
Spoiler :
Ray continues to work on his bow along the docks, while Lindsey attempts to interact with him. Upon encountering Anderson, they flee, in opposing directions.
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Player Events:
Nikolas Zabas walked cautiously into the room. Dr. Zimmerman was hardly the most trustworthy guy in the world, and he'd rather not take his chances. Walking forwards, he showed the man the strange object from beneath the harbor, and began to speak...
Vasiliy Lisov:
Alessandri nodded, and reclined in his seat.
"Signor Lisov, what is power? What makes one man more powerful than another?"
Vasiliy hesitated - this was a rather pointed and strange question.
"Guns? Supporters? Electronics? Food, perhaps? I'm willing to bet even you go hungry most nights."
Alessandri smiled.
"Not quite. Those are all ways we measure power. No, power is something much less solid - wealth. Not necessarily monetary wealth, mind you, perhaps "Value" would be a better word."
Vasiliy didn't respond. This was a rather disconcerting conversation.
Alessandri grinned.
"You're going to do me a favor, now. I want Viktor - and Sergei - to come here, with you, to discuss something with me. What they want to discuss, and something else, that I want to discuss. And I want you to bring me this man, as well."
Alessandri slid across a picture, of a man of Polynesian descent.
For whatever reason, the most powerful man in Core wanted to see Pika Mikaere.
Lorenzo Valmont stood near the center of the city, looking up at the camera. A strange thing to place there, indeed. He wondered if it worked. As he glanced detachedly around him, something caught his eye. A tall man, in his early twenties, dropped into a hole in the ground, and slid something over it.
Now why would someone do that?, Valmont wondered...
Nikolas Zabas walked cautiously into the room. Dr. Zimmerman was hardly the most trustworthy guy in the world, and he'd rather not take his chances. Walking forwards, he showed the man the strange object from beneath the harbor, and began to speak...
Vasiliy Lisov:
Alessandri nodded, and reclined in his seat.
"Signor Lisov, what is power? What makes one man more powerful than another?"
Vasiliy hesitated - this was a rather pointed and strange question.
"Guns? Supporters? Electronics? Food, perhaps? I'm willing to bet even you go hungry most nights."
Alessandri smiled.
"Not quite. Those are all ways we measure power. No, power is something much less solid - wealth. Not necessarily monetary wealth, mind you, perhaps "Value" would be a better word."
Vasiliy didn't respond. This was a rather disconcerting conversation.
Alessandri grinned.
"You're going to do me a favor, now. I want Viktor - and Sergei - to come here, with you, to discuss something with me. What they want to discuss, and something else, that I want to discuss. And I want you to bring me this man, as well."
Alessandri slid across a picture, of a man of Polynesian descent.
For whatever reason, the most powerful man in Core wanted to see Pika Mikaere.
Lorenzo Valmont stood near the center of the city, looking up at the camera. A strange thing to place there, indeed. He wondered if it worked. As he glanced detachedly around him, something caught his eye. A tall man, in his early twenties, dropped into a hole in the ground, and slid something over it.
Now why would someone do that?, Valmont wondered...
Update 2: What Lies Beneath:
24 Hours have passed since last update.
With the teen gangs decimated from their last fights, the night was left relatively clear for Daniel to step out into the street. Edging his way through the shadows, he came to the place he'd seen the man dissapear earlier.
A hole. In the ground.
He hoped to God he hadn't just seen a rich sewer worker, and dropped beneath the street level.
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Back on the surface, Alessandri watched through one of his four cameras, seeing exactly what he had expected. This was, he believed, the entrance to the Catacombs of Core.
This was, he believed, the way out.
You may now post RP. I apologize for the lack of length in this one, but, it does open up some interesting RP options, I believe.
24 Hours have passed since last update.
With the teen gangs decimated from their last fights, the night was left relatively clear for Daniel to step out into the street. Edging his way through the shadows, he came to the place he'd seen the man dissapear earlier.
A hole. In the ground.
He hoped to God he hadn't just seen a rich sewer worker, and dropped beneath the street level.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back on the surface, Alessandri watched through one of his four cameras, seeing exactly what he had expected. This was, he believed, the entrance to the Catacombs of Core.
This was, he believed, the way out.
You may now post RP. I apologize for the lack of length in this one, but, it does open up some interesting RP options, I believe.
KaiserElectric
Total Freakin Besties
- Joined
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I need to drop out, sorry. 
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
I make a cup of coffee and gulp it down, determined to get out and find the killer. This morning I was ready to go out to hunt with the guys I met yesterday, but apparently time flies by too quickly when you're looking through your house for anything of use (which was a pretty pointless search, all I got was a knife and some extra ammo hidden away in my dad's closet, the rest of the stuff I knew 'bout). Anyway, I walk over to the wall and slip through the crack I found there a few years ago, which is a handy way to enter a city with a rifle.
The market was busy and crowded, but my spot I was hiding in gave me a perfect view of the whole plaza. I can't believe that man got awa-
There! I finally catch sight of the man limping out of a doctor's office, a white bandage over his ankle, his tall white frame standing out from the crowd. I make note of the man's face, since it was too crowded, and jot down in my notebook-
White, tall, brown eyes & hair, scar above his left eye. Some red tattoo on his neck.
The market was busy and crowded, but my spot I was hiding in gave me a perfect view of the whole plaza. I can't believe that man got awa-
There! I finally catch sight of the man limping out of a doctor's office, a white bandage over his ankle, his tall white frame standing out from the crowd. I make note of the man's face, since it was too crowded, and jot down in my notebook-
White, tall, brown eyes & hair, scar above his left eye. Some red tattoo on his neck.
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Ten arrows were stuck in a mattress on the rooftop of the central wing of the Maraud Building. The old hospital had been abandoned long ago, only a couple wings were actually used, as the lack of power and the scarce medicines turned most facilities useless, and the huge building became occasional home to beggars and homeless people, and they were around the place at night only. So, when the sun set, the blunt ends of ten arrows protruded from the mattress, and a young man dressed again and took them all.
And now the moon was high and the young man wasn't there any more. He had a cigarette case in his hands, and was standing atop of a lonely building, one of the few still standing in a zone full of skyscrapers and now filled with dust, junk and ruins. He was quite afar from harbour, in fact he was in a site equidistant to his home, his "workshop" and the hospital.
He saw nobody. The divers were home, the policemen apparently had left. Unsurprisingly, he could add. He wasn't expecting them to be there, possibly Lindsey had driven them off. He couldn't see her either, but he had to take the chance. He needed to know more. So Ray descended to his spot and walked into the shipyards. The full moon was beautiful, and made the shipyards look even more desolate and ruined. He went into "his" boat and waited. As there was nothing to do, he found a wooden box with brown cylinders, apparently dried leafs. He should ask his father what it was.
And now the moon was high and the young man wasn't there any more. He had a cigarette case in his hands, and was standing atop of a lonely building, one of the few still standing in a zone full of skyscrapers and now filled with dust, junk and ruins. He was quite afar from harbour, in fact he was in a site equidistant to his home, his "workshop" and the hospital.
He saw nobody. The divers were home, the policemen apparently had left. Unsurprisingly, he could add. He wasn't expecting them to be there, possibly Lindsey had driven them off. He couldn't see her either, but he had to take the chance. He needed to know more. So Ray descended to his spot and walked into the shipyards. The full moon was beautiful, and made the shipyards look even more desolate and ruined. He went into "his" boat and waited. As there was nothing to do, he found a wooden box with brown cylinders, apparently dried leafs. He should ask his father what it was.
ShahJahanII
Homesick Alien
Jan Stanislau slapped the man tied up in a chair in front of him. He had successfully forced many people to cooperate with him in rigging elections, but this one was persistent. The stench of the sewer filled his nostrils as he opened the plastic bag in his hand containing the incredibly powerful marijuana. This man was testing his patience, he had to resort to hallucinogens to get him to vote for him. He lit the weed and pressed the cigar to the man's nostrils. The setting was appropriate, as the particular election he happened to be rigging was for the post of President of the Committee of Water Safety in Core. But there was more than money at stake here, the politician in question had promised Jan a hideout in the sewer systems wherever he pleased. The sewers were an ideal base of operations for Jan and his fellow mobsters. They fulfilled the two most important conditions for selecting a base for a gang or criminal organization: they were quiet and free of possible opposing gangs. Or so he thought...
As the man began to loose consciousness, Jan pulled the cigar away from his face. halfway through untying the unfortunate victim, he heard a man's voice, a basso, shouting in Russian down the pipe. Gaping for a moment, Jan cursed his own stupidity under his breath. Of course he wasn't the only person the politician Pablo Jimenez had hired. But of all other people, of all the dozens of criminal organizations in Core, he had to chose the Russian Maffia. He glanced at the man for a quick second before deducing he was fully unconscious. He made a mental note to buy a weaker type of hallucinogen as he sprinted down the pipe.
As the man began to loose consciousness, Jan pulled the cigar away from his face. halfway through untying the unfortunate victim, he heard a man's voice, a basso, shouting in Russian down the pipe. Gaping for a moment, Jan cursed his own stupidity under his breath. Of course he wasn't the only person the politician Pablo Jimenez had hired. But of all other people, of all the dozens of criminal organizations in Core, he had to chose the Russian Maffia. He glanced at the man for a quick second before deducing he was fully unconscious. He made a mental note to buy a weaker type of hallucinogen as he sprinted down the pipe.
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
I encourage you all to write your character's PC in Core wiki! 
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
She swiftly ran into a familiar building at the edge of the mafia territory. The dead body and the thugs should keep the policemen from chasing her and... Well, this gave her an interesting opportunity. She confidently opened the door into what seemed to be the lobby.
Man at the desk looked up and blinked once or twice before responding. "Oh look who finally decided to show up, Anne," the man said. "That goggle looks horrid. Couldn't even recognize you for a second. Found some other work?"
"You know I only work part time, Jon," she said sweetly. He shrugged.
"Dressing room is on the..."
"I remember."
"Yeah, people really want to see you dance."
And now to business...
"By the way, have you heard?" she said. "A boy got murdered around here."
"Somebody went against the Columbians again?" Jon said.
"Nah, I think it was a Columbian."
"Hot damn. Who did it?"
"Oh I'm not sure... And... Don't tell anyone I said it... But they say that it was the cops!"
Jon blinked. Both not-so-honest cops and the Mafiosi frequented this building. This news may cause some uncomfortable tension, even though it was a complete fabrication.
"The girls are going to talk non-stop about it, aren't they?" Jon said.
"Mmm, yeah, probably."
Jon shrugged. Things like this happened all the time. "Fine, just try to keep it between you girls," he muttered. She smiled and raced upstairs to the dressing room. Here, she would be safe from those cops... And maybe even incite some more conflict between the Columbians and the Police.
See, a BS story, if told often enough, became the Truth. It wasn't inside a courtroom or even police noticeboards that truth was determined, but from word of mouth inside bars and strip clubs like these. Once she told the story here, and the other girls spread it, well, who knows what would happen if the Mafiosi believed that the policemen killed one of them? That was the fun part.
.….....………
"Lalalila lala la la,"
Lindsey started to sing when Ray came close. She was in her usual outfit now, suit with weapons hidden virtually every damn place. Nobody had seen her leave her home inthe Russian territories after she came back from the club.
Nobody saw her sneak through the dark streets and the rooftops to the shipyard either.
"Hey, Ray," she said, dropping down from above in front of him. She was toying with a Popsicle stick she found earlier. "You know I'm curious... Who are you going to kill with that bow?"
Man at the desk looked up and blinked once or twice before responding. "Oh look who finally decided to show up, Anne," the man said. "That goggle looks horrid. Couldn't even recognize you for a second. Found some other work?"
"You know I only work part time, Jon," she said sweetly. He shrugged.
"Dressing room is on the..."
"I remember."
"Yeah, people really want to see you dance."
And now to business...
"By the way, have you heard?" she said. "A boy got murdered around here."
"Somebody went against the Columbians again?" Jon said.
"Nah, I think it was a Columbian."
"Hot damn. Who did it?"
"Oh I'm not sure... And... Don't tell anyone I said it... But they say that it was the cops!"
Jon blinked. Both not-so-honest cops and the Mafiosi frequented this building. This news may cause some uncomfortable tension, even though it was a complete fabrication.
"The girls are going to talk non-stop about it, aren't they?" Jon said.
"Mmm, yeah, probably."
Jon shrugged. Things like this happened all the time. "Fine, just try to keep it between you girls," he muttered. She smiled and raced upstairs to the dressing room. Here, she would be safe from those cops... And maybe even incite some more conflict between the Columbians and the Police.
See, a BS story, if told often enough, became the Truth. It wasn't inside a courtroom or even police noticeboards that truth was determined, but from word of mouth inside bars and strip clubs like these. Once she told the story here, and the other girls spread it, well, who knows what would happen if the Mafiosi believed that the policemen killed one of them? That was the fun part.
.….....………
"Lalalila lala la la,"
Lindsey started to sing when Ray came close. She was in her usual outfit now, suit with weapons hidden virtually every damn place. Nobody had seen her leave her home inthe Russian territories after she came back from the club.
Nobody saw her sneak through the dark streets and the rooftops to the shipyard either.
"Hey, Ray," she said, dropping down from above in front of him. She was toying with a Popsicle stick she found earlier. "You know I'm curious... Who are you going to kill with that bow?"
Radio Noer
The Devourer
Geoffrey had had time to think. While wandering about town, slowly moving towards home, he played the day's events over and over in his head. Step 1: Get Food. Step 2: Get a Gun, a nice one too, I want defense. Those teens can be pretty dangerous. Step 3: Help Jose and Joseph, then James. Step 4: Get answers. Geoffrey finally made it home, flipped his door sign to "Open" and waited for the first customer of the day.
While he waited, he thought some more. Why won't the police let us out? We've done nothing wrong. Let us go and see what is beyond the walls and farms. Why can't the police try to take down some of the smaller gangs. Surely it can't be too hard. Joseph rattled one up and he just has one gun. The police can surely do better, can't they?
But, a knock came at the door, just some guy looking for his wife. Goeffrey could tell it would probably be a sad ending. He asked what the man could give him in payment. Bread, maybe some cheese. Geoffrey was hungry. He accepted the case and asked the man where he last saw his wife. At home. Geoffrey sighed, his clients were hardly ever helpful, and this was no exception. "Where does she work?" She's just runs errands. Wonderful, no concrete leads thus far. "What does she look like?" She has the most beautiful blue eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. Also, a scar on her cheek from when she stood up to the gangs.
Another sigh, a description that matched any hundred of people, no lead, and little reward. Geoffrey took it out of principle. He's looking for answers just like I am, I must help a fellow Seeker. I must survive to find the truth, and bread and cheese is as good as caviar and steak any day you're hungry.
Geoffrey pushed the man aside and set out to find his wife.
While he waited, he thought some more. Why won't the police let us out? We've done nothing wrong. Let us go and see what is beyond the walls and farms. Why can't the police try to take down some of the smaller gangs. Surely it can't be too hard. Joseph rattled one up and he just has one gun. The police can surely do better, can't they?
But, a knock came at the door, just some guy looking for his wife. Goeffrey could tell it would probably be a sad ending. He asked what the man could give him in payment. Bread, maybe some cheese. Geoffrey was hungry. He accepted the case and asked the man where he last saw his wife. At home. Geoffrey sighed, his clients were hardly ever helpful, and this was no exception. "Where does she work?" She's just runs errands. Wonderful, no concrete leads thus far. "What does she look like?" She has the most beautiful blue eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. Also, a scar on her cheek from when she stood up to the gangs.
Another sigh, a description that matched any hundred of people, no lead, and little reward. Geoffrey took it out of principle. He's looking for answers just like I am, I must help a fellow Seeker. I must survive to find the truth, and bread and cheese is as good as caviar and steak any day you're hungry.
Geoffrey pushed the man aside and set out to find his wife.
ashesinthedawn
Chieftain
- Joined
- Jul 22, 2011
- Messages
- 22
Leora looked at the little girl in the bed. It wouldn’t be long now. Hunger affected more than half of her patients. It was one of those things she couldn’t do anything for. But still, hopeful family members brought their loved ones to her on the off chance that she could save them. She never could.
When Leora was 15, her mother got sick. Being as poor as they were, they couldn’t afford to go to anybody, leaving her to try and nurse her mother back to health. Even though she hadn’t done much besides forcing her to drink the murky water she could find, news spread that she could help. Neighbors began to come to her with fevers, colds, and worse, death. Most of the time, she felt like she was running a morgue rather than a make-shift hospital. People didn’t fault her for the deaths though. They were just grateful if she could save one out of ten.
The little girl gave one final shudder. Her heart finally gave out. Had her parents brought her in only a few days sooner, she might have been able to do something for her. But they made the mistake most people did, they waited until she fell into a coma. Leora sighed as she covered up the small figure with a cloth. Time to go do the worst part of her job, tell the family.
When Leora was 15, her mother got sick. Being as poor as they were, they couldn’t afford to go to anybody, leaving her to try and nurse her mother back to health. Even though she hadn’t done much besides forcing her to drink the murky water she could find, news spread that she could help. Neighbors began to come to her with fevers, colds, and worse, death. Most of the time, she felt like she was running a morgue rather than a make-shift hospital. People didn’t fault her for the deaths though. They were just grateful if she could save one out of ten.
The little girl gave one final shudder. Her heart finally gave out. Had her parents brought her in only a few days sooner, she might have been able to do something for her. But they made the mistake most people did, they waited until she fell into a coma. Leora sighed as she covered up the small figure with a cloth. Time to go do the worst part of her job, tell the family.
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
Another night. Vasiliy had managed to get home and into bed before any of his family woke up and noticed he was missing. Again, Vasiliy's head was flooded in thought. Viktor Vassiliev, Sergei Vassiliev, Pika Mikaere, Giustino Alessandri. A meeting of all these men, plus himself. What could possibly require the attention of so many men of the underworld, especially ones these powerful? And why had Alessandri requested him as well?
He pushed the thoughts away. He wasn't a planner. He had to see things happen before his eyes before he could really do anything. So, for now, he just had to deliver the message to Viktor Vassiliev. For the second time in a week, he was off to see the don of the Russian Mafia.
He pushed the thoughts away. He wasn't a planner. He had to see things happen before his eyes before he could really do anything. So, for now, he just had to deliver the message to Viktor Vassiliev. For the second time in a week, he was off to see the don of the Russian Mafia.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
It was dawn when I woke up. It's time to make deliveries and start plotting for justice. First, to the Blue Noses and then the Red Fingers.
I snuck through the Orphanage. It is a collection of smallish buildings surrounding a central tower. Far from the Red Finger's base in the tower is the Blue Noses base, one of the less broken cabins by a pond.
Preparing myself, I knocked on the door. It opened... and who to see me but Kyle.
I snuck through the Orphanage. It is a collection of smallish buildings surrounding a central tower. Far from the Red Finger's base in the tower is the Blue Noses base, one of the less broken cabins by a pond.
Preparing myself, I knocked on the door. It opened... and who to see me but Kyle.
