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Post by blaiseac1293 on Apr 10, 2013 13:16:32 GMT -5
This is open to anyone, as long as they have permission to join from the existing Role Players.
The story is based in a slightly-futuristic universe, our cities and roads are much the same aside from updated appearances, but technology is far more advanced. From cars and weaponry to communications and homes, technology is at least thirty to fifty years beyond what we have in RL.
Much like the technology, society has changed. With the ever-growing population and growing economy, life and even death has become an, albeit-illegal, industry. As such, there's even a central agency that acts as a sort of members-only club. Assassins from all over the world have membership and, as such, get certain privileges.
The use of private and stocked safe-houses.
Secure radio channels for teams.
Members-only functions for hitmen looking to form teams.
These assassin's, and by extension the Agency, are given wide berth by the authorities.
If you wish to play a part in this RP, please PM one of the existing RPers. You can play any part, from another assassin, an assassin's handler or even an official from the Agency. However, these things must be discussed and approved before hand.
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 10, 2013 13:41:08 GMT -5
I would like to join with a retired assassin named Sterling Price and have him find out that his sweet younget sister has become a target. I'll also play the sister, let's name her Paige Price. I don't know if I want her to be guilty on purpose, guilty on accident, or innocent. In any case, she's on the run.
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Post by blaiseac1293 on Apr 10, 2013 13:46:24 GMT -5
Sure, sounds interesting! Don't forget, this isn't the police. The sister doesn't have to be guilty or innocent, she just has to be a target XD
I'm going to be playing an assassin called Gabriel Matias, maybe he's the one assigned to Paige's contract?
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 10, 2013 13:48:41 GMT -5
Sure! Should he know Sterling? (Friends? Heard of each other? Maybe competitors?)
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Post by blaiseac1293 on Apr 10, 2013 14:10:09 GMT -5
Well, I'd imagine all assassin's are inherently competitive with one another.... Maybe Stirling was friends with the assassin who mentored Gabriel? Any ideas on where/how you'd like us to start it?  |
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 10, 2013 14:15:54 GMT -5
Oh I have a perfect idea. How bout you start with your setting and I'll reply after since I'm on my way home from work. Have the mentor call and 'notify - not warn' sterling. >:] I got his post half written
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Post by blaiseac1293 on Apr 10, 2013 14:45:47 GMT -5
(How's this for a start? ;D )
The bustling undercity positively writhes in the evening traffic, hundreds of thousands of workers taking to the streets having worked the day away. The clutter of the towering buildings looming high above the wandering crowds does nothing to deter or slow the mob as they wrestle in their efforts to get to their own destination.
Watching the sprawling mass below, a man easily in his forties adjusts the headset hooked to his ear as he speaks into the attached microphone, frustrated at having to speak into an answerphone.
"Stirling, when you get this, PICK UP YOUR BLOODY PHONE AND CALL ME!" The man growls in a stiff English accent, "I've heard from an old friend in the Agency, a contract just came up with Paige's name on it! Not only that, but I think the contract was assigned to Gabriel.... Get back to me, now! If not sooner!"
Pressing the end button harshly, the man slaps the arm of his chair in frustration. Running a hand through his dark brown hair, flecked with silver, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. Returning to his part-time distraction of watching the sprawling mass of workers below him, the man settles back into the leather chair he'd had custom-made for himself. He could only hope that his fellow retired assassin will get his message in time.
"God dammit, Stirling" He gasps out, tapping the arm of his chair impatiently, "Just call me back already....."
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 10, 2013 15:08:19 GMT -5
OoC:
Not bad >:] but how 'bout this?
BiC:
Early retirement …what a dream…
He stretched, rolling his thick shoulders and broad chest, a growl rumbling from behind his scared lips. He soaked in the sun, eating up that vitamin D and all its first spring glory. With a moan, he scratched his bare chest and shoved his hands into his jean pockets.
Sterling had worked as an assassin since he was 18; raised, trained, and drafted by his own father. He was prim, proper, respectful, and obedient…everything the old man wanted until he let out his last dying breath six months ago. Damn did he miss the ol’ bastard.
Sure, Sterling was what? Thirty-five and breaching thirty-six? And what was he doing? Sitting in a lawn chair overlooking his twenty-six story view of the city he served, protected, and killed for in secret. He had to admit, as he ran his fingers through his dark, dark brown hair…that he was bored. There wasn’t much he was doing now a day’s… working out, watching tv, shooting at the range, playing some high end video games…
He wouldn’t admit that he was heading over that age old hill and needed to settle down with a lady- and soon if he wanted kids. He didn’t want to end up like his dad and sister.
Yeah it was twenty-two years ago when his dad had a one night stand with some young hot thing at a night club. Imagine his old man’s surprise when that broad came back a few months later, rounder than a beach ball, and claiming the kid was his. Whelp, test showed it was and lil’ Paige was born. But man…did they love Paige…sweetest thing ever, all green eye’d and yellow curls...a regular ugly duckling turned Swan Princess.
Sterling took a sip of his whiskey, smirking at the thought of some knight in tinfoil comin’ to swipe her off her feet. He wasn’t sure how’d he’d react—but he was damn sure Pops wasn’t going to settle on any ol’ fool for his little girl…and so the job fell to Sterling.
He wondered what his little sis was doing right now, nestled just outside the city, tending to her horses like a regular country girl trying to run from technology and the like. She hated computers, phones, any and all electronics except anything that blasted music. She was a strange one, always in the garden, riding her horses, never updating her tech in the house—leaving it UNPlugged at times…
That’s why he didn’t bother calling her- she wouldn’t be in the house on a beautiful day like this, let alone answer her phone even if it WAS unplugged. Hell- he’d have to go visit her in person instead of call
He paused in his thought process, feeling his phone buzz gently in his ear. He raised a hand, tapping his ear lip twice. “A voice mail from an unknown number?” He asked formally, curious as to who activated his ‘two-dial’ ring which meant his device, (thank god he was allowed by the company to keep it after retirement), didn’t know what or who the number was.
And then he heard.
His heart twisted and dropped into his twisted stomach. He felt the nausea coat bile on the back of his tongue as blood pulsed painfully in his ears. Oh gawd, what would they want with Paige? Who’d want her dead?
He calles and didn't wait for a hello.
“It…it has to be a mistake. She’s never done no’thin in her ‘ol life, fuck man she’s twenty-two, she’s not even a real danger! Dad-” he paused for a moment. “They wouldn’t even use her as leverage for pops since he’s gone…and I’m retired. It can’t be some revenge shit…could it? I was always so careful…”
He was pacing now, trying to find ways to stop the very company that he and his old man had served for so many years… the company that would have given Paige all she ever wanted if she had actually WANTED tech instead of ponies…
He didn’t have the tech, and even if he did…she wasn’t going to be easy to find and catch because hell- she had NO tech that was good enough. If he could somehow warn her without the company knowing —get her on one of those horses an send her down the coast. |
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 10, 2013 15:09:23 GMT -5
Not bad for being on a phone hahag!
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Post by blaiseac1293 on Apr 10, 2013 15:32:18 GMT -5
(Well played, well played....)
"I don't know what to tell you, Stirling." The Englishman mutters into his microphone, exasperated by the situation, "I don't know who's targeting Paige, or why. All I know is, a contract was posted with the Agency this morning, and it was assigned to Gabriel an hour ago..... You know what Gabriel's like, Stirling. You need to get Paige out of here as soon as possible, before Gabriel can do what I trained him to...."
Rising from his customized chair, the aging assassin wanders over to the monitor covering his back wall and studies the map it displays, watching the glyph that represents his former student move across the city. He was probably on one of the mid-city trains that run half-way up the sprawl, heading towards the outwards-bound train depot.
"It looks like he already knows where Paige is. He's heading for the train depot, to catch a train out of the city.... You have to get going now, Stirling. I can stay on the line and help as much as I can.... We can't let this happen, old friend."
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 10, 2013 16:56:21 GMT -5
"FUCK Gabriel, he'll never touch her," Sterling seemed to snarl before heading to his room. "He knows where she lives, but not where she is, I know it." He said confidently.
Paige was hardly in her home...worst case scenario, she'd get cornered in the barn...but she was a tough girl-- Pops taught her well to defend herself and hide.
And so the retired assassin prepared himself as quick as he could, knowing that the first day of spring WOULD NOT be his sisters last picnic in the high poppy field.
Paige indeed was up in the poppy field, celebrating her annual walk of her five horses in the highest field. It was here that the sun was the brightest and the grass was lush with red little poppies. The horses loved it, and she often sketched them as the galloped around the area.
Her stallion, Tin-man, was different. He was her first, a large thick muscled black stud that was fearless. However, after an accident in the city, he lost hi two front legs. Paige was devastated as she saw the massacre of her new, (then) foal and begged her father no to put the colt down.
Tinman, a full grown stallion, was currently laying beside her on the picnic blanket... her robotic front legs folded under him. He snorted as he watched the horses frolic, and he pinned his ears back as if irritated or...
"I know, I know, you're jealous..." she cooed to him and brushed the side of his face. He snorted, jealous? PAH! She giggled, reaching to basket to retrieve an apple. He took it happily, forgetting about the other horses as he watched his owner smooth her yellow sun dress.
OoC: Sorry, I have to keep it very short or I'll loose the post. There's a huge storm right now and I lost power three times and had to restart -_- |
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Post by blaiseac1293 on Apr 11, 2013 9:00:21 GMT -5
"All I can say is, don't underestimate Gabriel, Stirling." The Englishman sighs into his microphone, tapping buttons on his monitor to track his former-pupil's movements more closely, "He was one of the best, now we can only assume he's grown to be better."
Miles away, a young man sits on a crowded train heading out of the center of the city, his messy mop of reddish-brown hair covering his eyes. Hands tapping out an idle rhythm on the knees of his brown trench coat, the man's brown eyes survey his surrounding closely, analyzing every man woman and child on the train. Reaching up and pressing his earpiece with a lone finger, the man hums as he waits for his call to be connected, and a female voice speaks into his ear.
"Unicorn vehicle repair."
"This is Gabriel. Code Oh-Eight, One-Two. Checking in."
"Good to hear from you, Mr. Matias." The woman pipes up, the faint tapping of computer keys filling her silences, "My records tell me you're assigned to the contract of one Paige Price?"
"Correct. I'm currently en-route to the target's home. I would like to request usage of safe house number eight-oh-four."
"Usage approved. Have a good day, Mr. Matias."
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Post by graphiteblade on Apr 11, 2013 22:26:49 GMT -5
Hi, I am joining with PP's Permission, with my character Augustine Rutheren...
`Augustine sat on the ledge of the sky scraper, looking out over the large city. He was exhausted from his long cross country trip. Only to be called back on the terms of communicative breakdown between the client and the contractor. Resulting in termination of the contract he had been assigned. Laying down on the edge in both frustration and sleep depravity he closes his eyes to rest. Not a second later his phone rings. Grudgingly, his pulls out the paper thin device and removes the wireless head set and places it in his ear.
`"Yes? ex- Zero- Zero- Two speaking. Respond." it was the directory. "Yes, Hello Mr. Augustine, we have a new contract open that you may be interested in"
`"Send me the details of the contract" she responded in her robotic tone that he despised "Rigth away sir" He heard the beat frome his phone a second later. He picked it up and expanded the screen. He read the girls name and saw the image of the girl with basic details regarding her physical appearance. He then ran a program searching all cameras in the city for facial recognition matches. Remembering the directory assistant he signed the contract and sent it his signature. He then looked over a list of others who had been assigned. He now regretted signing... their was a single name Gabriel.He looked over and saw he had a single match at a local farmers market out side town. " Looks like I'll just have to beat him their," and he made his way down the building.
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B are you okay with this or should I edit it?
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 14, 2013 15:53:15 GMT -5
Waiting on B to reply to Z.
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 19, 2013 17:07:38 GMT -5
[Inactive until B returns]
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