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Post by GEORGE DARAN on Feb 27, 2011 11:46:54 GMT -5
George carried the man down the unused tunnel. He usually dropped off people he tranqued on watch here and then got back to work, but nobody would really miss him. He took out his blue-tooth headset and sat on a box. His pistol, as always was strapped to his side and he took it off, checking it for rust, as he usually did.
Everything was in order and he strapped it back. Standing up he made his way through the tunnels, the flash light attached to his armour shining brightly in front of him. Rats scurried across the floor and the red graffiti on the wall made him smile. He knew these people would turn into good soldiers with the right discipline. Maybe I should ask SHIFT to train them up, an army... He thought, the idea appealed to him a lot but he knew they'd never go for it, if he wanted it done he'd have to do it himself. A little side project.
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Feb 27, 2011 16:44:30 GMT -5
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hey ho, let's go ! THEY'RE GOING THROUGH A TIGHT WIND, THE KIDS ARE LOSING THEIR MINDS WORDS: 551, TAGS: george, SONG by ramones, NOTES: hurrdurr, she's ticked. Well, another uneventful afternoon at the bar. The early noon shifts were beginning to wear on her nerves a bit - she could use the excitement the night shift might bring. Plus, because she got off so early, she was left with nothing else to do. Sure, she'd probably phone up a few girls and go clubbing later, but the night was still young, and she wouldn't be going out until two or three hours later. And so she had just been trotting home, minding her own business, but as she had passed the stairs that led down to the subway, one of her gloves had slipped out of her belt. Before she could reach down to snatch it up, it had already slipped through the iron bards and the the floor below. Grumbling, she backtracked and stomped down the steps, slipping in between the slow walkers and the stragglers as she went.
As she stooped to the ground to pick up her glove, something caught her eye from down one of the tunnels, a brief flash of light. She looked around, but no one gave any indication that they had seen anything out of the ordinary. And they weren't paying her any mind either so...she slid the glove back into her skirt and transformed in the shadow of the ticket booth. Now a pale gray lynx, she crept towards the tunnel where she had seen the light, her nose lowered to the ground and keeping close to the subway walls. Her cat-eyes could detect nothing out of the ordinary in the darkness, but she could smell something, air that was danker and mustier than the usual stagnant atmosphere that settled below the earth. It seemed to be coming from beside her. With a frown, Morri took on her human form again and ran her hands along the wall. To her surprise, they brushed a groove that she quickly realized was an old door, left open a crack. With a grunt, she wrenched it open, and was nearly pushed off her feet by the decaying odor that met her. A few rats, startled from their hiding places, scurried out of the doorway across her feet. Frowning, she became a cat once more and crept through.
It was an unused tunnel, from the looks of things. Wires hung here and there, and she could see the graffiti that adorned the walls as clear as day. Her ears pricked, alert; the sound of rats scuttling across the floor, their little nails clicking, was everywhere. But there was something else as well, another sound, another scent, another sight. The fur on her back prickled distrustfully as she saw the beam of light sweeping in the distance. Her eyes picked up what a human's could not, and she could see the figure in the distance as clearly as though the tunnel were illuminated. He wore a uniform, carried a gun, and had flashlights all over him. And he carried the distinguishable scent of someone who hung around in a sterilized, clean area. And who carried guns and hung about in labs? SHIFT guards, that's who. With a low growl, Morrigan crept forward swiftly, but waited until she was a few feet away before rising up in her human form.
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Post by GEORGE DARAN on Feb 27, 2011 17:24:25 GMT -5
George spun towards the sound, at the same time drawing and readying his pistol. As he squinted he made out it was a woman, probably in her early/mid twenties. "It's a public place lady," he said, "Is that a crime now?" he smiled and then laughed slightly. It then dawned on him that this woman, this girl, was an experiment, no sane person would have come towards him so confidently.
George stared at the girl from behind his mirrored shades and judged her, she didn't seem one to give up, the tone of her voice indicated that, and her seemingly relaxed composure showed she didn't really feel threatened, not yet anyway. He returned the gun to it's holster and held up his hands, wanting to play it cool rather than provoke her, which he may have already done. He took three steps forward then decided it best to throw his pistol to the ground near her feet, which he did. In this light he could now make out her features more clearly and he recognised her as the kind bartender at Cloud 9. Nobody could mistake her for someone else, not many people would wear a mini skirt or shorts in freezing cold weather, or a tanktop.
She hadn't don't one thing but ask him a question and already she was in power, not a great start. George kicked a rat which was on his foot and sent it flying past the girl. "Sorry," he said rather sincerely, maybe his emotions were breaking through his hatred of experiments?
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Feb 27, 2011 17:50:03 GMT -5
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hey ho, let's go ! THEY'RE GOING THROUGH A TIGHT WIND, THE KIDS ARE LOSING THEIR MINDS WORDS: 394, TAGS: george, SONG by ramones, NOTES: meep. Morrigan didn't like that she couldn't see his eyes - eyes were an important thing in martial arts. The eyes of an inexperienced fighter often betrayed them; they'd look directly at where they would attack. Most seasoned fighters knew to keep a poker face and strict eye contact with their opponent to avoid giving themselves away. But behind mirrored sunglasses, his eyes were free to wander wherever they chose, and she'd be none the wiser. She felt her body tense. Oh well - she'd just have to be twice as ready to fight as he was.
As the gun came sliding towards her, she pinned it underneath one of her feet before kicking it off in another direction. It clattered away into the darkness, far from the beam of his lights. She didn't need pathetic human machinery to defend herself, not when she had her teeth and claws on her side, not to mention her fighting skills. She eyed him coolly, plucking her gloves out from the waist of her skirt before pulling them on with an air of nonchalance. Once her fingers were through the holes, they curled up into fists at her side. Just give me a reason, she thought viciously. Any reason at all to kick his face in. She could tell the difference between the ones who liked it and the ones who didn't. Luca, with his uncertain air and awkward charm, did it because it was his job. This hulking bear of a man, with his sneer and his arrogance, did it because he enjoyed it.
She made a great show of looking around. "Oh, I wouldn't really call an abandoned tunnel a public place. I'd say it's more of a place to come when you're sneaking around." Not that the SHIFT corporation ever had a reason to keep things hush hush. No, they were totally honest. She sniffed at the air, some of her feline senses remaining from her previous shift. "There's another body down here. I could smell it when I walked in and I can smell it now, so don't waste your apologies on me." She flinched as the rat flew past; she wasn't exactly fond of the creatures, but she didn't go around killing them for no reason. It just further served to betray his cruelty. "Is experimenting not enough? Are you killing people now?"
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Post by GEORGE DARAN on Feb 27, 2011 18:02:37 GMT -5
George sighed, he really couldn't avoid a fight could he, but that didn't mean he'd try. "Listen Ms. Frost, he was trespassing on private grounds when there were clear signs." he said, he didn't mean to shock her or anything by using the name he just found it more polite than lady, "All I do is my job, watch for people trespassing, which is maybe one a month, tranq them and them bring them here incase they might see something they weren't meant to." If it was coming to a fight however he'd prefer to see properly and so he took off his sunglasses, revealing his green eyes which had seen too much.
Still trying to play the polite man he stuck out his hand and said, "the name's George, you might have seen me drinking in a corner of Cloud 9." he was sure he was going to be accused of spying or something and probably flipped when, if, she shook his hand. Because of this he spread his legs apart slightly, but not enough to seem agressive, just wary.
Unarmed and against a shifter, he thought glumly, this won't go well,.
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Feb 27, 2011 18:59:34 GMT -5
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hey ho, let's go ! THEY'RE GOING THROUGH A TIGHT WIND, THE KIDS ARE LOSING THEIR MINDS WORDS: 477, TAGS: george, SONG by ramones, NOTES: meep. She ignored the proffered hand, choosing instead to eye him coldly as he shifted on his feet, taking a defensive posture to mirror her own stance. Who was he to play the polite man with her, something she'd notice he did only after he figured that she was a shifter. Ha. If he thought she was going to let her guard down in the face of his trickery, he was poorly mistaken. She kept her hands firmly at her sides, flexing her fingers as she glowered at him from where she stood. In the silence of the tunnel, the soft cracking of her knuckles echoed against the stone walls, ten times louder than it should have, but Morri found she didn't mind one bit. Let him think she was a threat. Let him be put on edge by her - weaponless and alone, all he had were his bare hands, which she could easily counter.
But she was alone as well. No one to back her up if she got in trouble. Morrigan had enough faith in her skills to keep herself alive, but being alive wouldn't do her any good if she, say, got both of her legs broken. And this guy looked more than capable of doing the job. But that didn't mean she'd loosen up and give him what he wanted. Instead, she took a precautionary pace backward, not taking her eyes off of his face for a moment, keeping up her tense posture. Somewhere deep inside, she felt relief that he had removed his glasses. The playing field felt a little more level now that their facial expressions were out in the open. But his politeness was still throwing her off - she had caught him in a dark tunnel disposing of a body that he had no business touching. He should be ready to kill her by now.
And he knew her name. The fingers of her left hand twitched, a nervous tick. He claimed to frequent Cloud Nine, but she had never seen him there before, and she would definitely remember his face, due to the lack of customers she usually served. Besides, something felt wrong about it; she had just gotten off her shift, and he was still working (unless tossing around bodies was a thing he did in his off time). How could he have seen her in the bar when their schedules were so different? Her lip curled. Well, if he wasn't going to fight her, she'd certainly do the honors if he dredged up one more thing he shouldn't know about her. She didn't like people having intelligence on her that they had no business having.
"What's so private about the SHIFT corps these days anyways," she sneered. "It's just an appliance company now, right? Nothing so top secret about that, is there?"
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Post by GEORGE DARAN on Feb 27, 2011 19:20:25 GMT -5
George sensed her disbelief of his story and said, "I sit in the corner drinking on Wednesdays, that's my day off." He then watched her readying for a fight and realised he was in too deep. "Look Ms. Frost I know you don't believe me but I really only do what I'm paid for, shooting trespassers so they're knocked out and then bring them here so they can't go straight to the media about ourcomplex." he then pulled out some documents from a poket in his armour, "Thats my Army credentials," he said as he threw them to her, not daring to move an inch, "I may enjoy my job, but that's only 'cause I get to keep doing what I love,"
He looked at the ground and then back to Morrigan, "And trust me, if I wanted I'd have shot you the second I drew my gun, it's just that not everybody would follow me into here." he was getting flustered now and could feel him blushing a bit. This shifter was really causing a conflict for him but he knew he had to stay true to his job, he knew too much and they wouldn't let him go. "And there is always people who want our appliance technology, we're two or three years ahead of other major developers," he recited the coverstry for his job perfectly and then grinned sheepishly.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Feb 27, 2011 22:14:21 GMT -5
The subway tunnels were easily one of the most sketchy places of the city. Some of the platforms were badly lit and some of the tunnels were scarcely used, if used at all. They were prime places for crime; assaults, robberies, even murders. Jack didn't necessarily ever need to use the subway for inner city travel, but there were times when he made a trip down to the underground anyway. In this particular case, he was just scoping out the area, and in doing so, had seen something a bit suspicious. A man, toting something that looked quite heavy, was headed down a vacant tunnel - which certainly wasn't normal.
Jack, immediately curious, began following the man, though he did so slowly, and kept a very large distance. It was only until he heard muffled voices further away that he decided to approach without hesitation. He slipped quietly through an old door and continued on, seeing the beam of a flashlight, then hearing the clatter of metal on the ceramic tiled floor. Something seemed to be going on, but what exactly, Jack had yet to find out. Though perhaps he should have been more cautious in his approach, he wasn't. His gun was stowed neatly underneath his jacket in case he needed it, but his current level of confidence didn't falter - he doubted he'd have to resort to his weapon.
It wasn't long before he presented himself to them, having heard part of the conversation. He learned that the girl, presumably a shifter, was named Ms. Frost, and that the man was called George. He worked for the SHIFT Corporation - that much was obvious. Jack narrowed his eyes, stepping closer, "I don't think constant security and men with tranquilizer guns are necessary if SHIFT isn't still doing what they claimed to have stopped thirteen years ago." Jack's green eyes bore unwaveringly into the other man's, for Jack knew full well that the SHIFT Corporation was lying to the public again. After a moment, he turned his head to look at the girl, offering a slight nod - he was on her side.
354, oh gosh this is terrible. Dx I can't focus with the Oscars on.
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Feb 27, 2011 22:51:24 GMT -5
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hey ho, let's go ! THEY'RE GOING THROUGH A TIGHT WIND, THE KIDS ARE LOSING THEIR MINDS WORDS: 531, TAGS: george & jack, SONG by the ramones, NOTES: wow, she's going to oggle jack for a few moments <3 He tossed the papers to the floor at her feet, but she ignored those just as she had ignored his hand, not daring to take her eyes off his face. Only a fool would turn away from an enemy, and a fool she was not. She trusted this man as far as she could throw him and, though she was fairly strong, she doubted she could heft this guy more than ten feet. "Damn your credentials," she spat. "Is this what you love? Strutting up and down the boundaries of a prison like you're a bigshot with that gun and silencing people who want to find out the truth?" To keep experiments under lock and key, toying with them to make more perfect versions, using them for the devices of the corporation? An animalistic growl rumbled from the back of her throat, and she would have sprang for him there and then if something else hadn't happened. A man, who neither of them had noticed before then, nor was he someone that Morrigan recognized, had slid from the shadows and into the light.
For the first time, her eyes flicked from the SHIFT guard, to better survey this newcomer. He was tall and lithe, and moved with the air of someone who was completely comfortable in his surroundings (how he managed to pull that off in these tunnels, she had no idea, but he did). His cheeks were defined against his face, which was altogether quite pleasing to look at in itself. And when he spoke...God, his voice was like honey. He stepped closer to where they stood, the light glinting off his green eyes and highlighting his dark brown hair that fell messily about his face. And when he turned to her to give her a slight nod of support, she was sure that some nerve ending in her brain that was connected to her knees snapped because she felt as though she could melt to the floor and be totally fine with it. Oh, how Luca would be amused at this story: Well, Luc, I was taking a nice jaunt down this creepy-ass tunnel when I happened upon this jerk of a guard (maybe you know him?) and then this other complete hottie showed up...
Hello. Earth to Morrigan. There was still another problem at hand. She gave herself a tiny shake and returned the nod, flushing slightly as she did so. But then she turned to George, and was all business once again as though they had not been interrupted, though the slight red tinge to her cheeks spoke otherwise. But she had a friend now. She didn't know how much of a fighter he was or how much help he would be, but at least if she got hurt, he could go for help and she wouldn't be stuck down here by herself. Feeling slightly more confident now, she jerked her head up to stare boldly at the guard, her eyes narrowed challengingly. "We are not the media. You can't pay us money to make us repeat your nonsense stories. I'll believe your corporation is empty of experiments when I see it with my own eyes."
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Post by GEORGE DARAN on Feb 28, 2011 11:37:24 GMT -5
George smiled, he as sure no SHIFT workers were nearby and no one could find him if they did, he had taken out his blue tooth, meaning they couldn't pinpoint his location. He then saw and heard the man, "Look Mr. and Mrs. Accusations," he said getting miffed and losing his composure, "I do what I'm paid for, I have almost no connection to you people. If you want to take it up with SHIFT go right ahead and picket our lawn, you'll just end up down here like everyone else!"
He sighed and then began pacing, he knew they wouldn't give up and again, nobody but them were there, hopefully, so he could tell them. "Right guys," he said as he sat down on an upturned barrel with a small disbelieving smile, "I'll tell you the truth if you like but you must know i have nothing to do with it." he sighed and kicked some clutter before continuing.
"SHIFT still does experiments yes, but it is on animals," he lied smoothly, "Trying to fuse our DNA with theirs rather than the other way around."
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