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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Feb 28, 2011 17:55:51 GMT -5
After the initial nod of alliance, Jack glanced back toward the SHIFT worker, but only for a second. It wasn't often that the doctor did a double take, and perhaps he could blame it on the bad lighting in the unused tunnel, but the girl standing next to him was more than worthy of it. She had dark eyes, something Jack found to be very attractive in the opposite gender. Her hair was also dark, glossy black and straight, another trait that Jack found himself liking. His green eyes lingered just for a moment longer on her face before he gave the rest of her body a once-over. He only allowed himself a second to take it all in, but certainly liked what he saw. She was curvy, lean, and looked like someone to reckon with. Maybe he'd ask her out for some coffee after this.
Reluctantly, Jack re-focused on the matter at hand - the SHIFT worker and whatever dirty work he was doing for the Corporation right now. The doctor wondered where his heavy baggage must have disappeared to. Jack found it hard to resist the urge to punch out the lights of any SHIFT personnel, and George was no exception. "I hope you remember that unless these people are actually on SHIFT property, shooting them, with a tranquilizer or otherwise, is illegal." Shooting on sight was only permitted on private property, but until a person actually crossed onto that private property, it would be illegal to do so. The SHIFT Corps were good at covering their asses though. Jack was sure that they could get away with anything as long as they had their money - just like they had done thirteen years ago.
Jack watched George as he sat down, his eyes flickering once again to the girl as she talked, then back to the man. This was quite the interesting situation. As soon as George told him the 'truth', Jack scoffed. "Are you kidding me? How is that any different? Where is the human DNA coming from then, huh?" What kind of idiot SHIFT worker would disclose even that information? If it was true, it was no better than the reason SHIFT was shut down for over a decade ago. Jack wasn't about to believe it as the whole story - he was still sure that there were human altered experiments inside SHIFT Corps walls again.
401, >D
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Feb 28, 2011 18:33:20 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: 540, TAGS: george & jack, SONG by the ramones, NOTES:ohno! "Oh? I'm sure PETA would love to hear about your little pet projects," Morrigan growled, her voice hard with sarcasm. "They'd probably even be interested enough to send in a reporter or two. Hopefully that's all you'd have to hide." Seriously. It wasn't as though Morri believed him before...she was smart enough to know that most leopards didn't change their dirty spots, but she had been willing to accept that this man was simply one of those guards who thought more with their muscles than their minds and leave it at that. But the more he stuck his foot in his mouth, the less and less she thought of him. One never just conceded information to a potential enemy, it was suicide. She folded her arms stubbornly across her chest, the scowl on her face deepening to match her narrowed eyes.
The other man was looking at her, she realized, and she felt heat creep up her neck and into her face. If she had been in the street and he was looking at her like that, she would have turned her head and given him a wink or something, but she wasn't. She was several floors beneath the city, facing off with a dangerous-looking SHIFT guard, and her only ally at the moment was someone who, while handsome, was an wild card. He seemed to be on her side, but she didn't know how much he could help her if things actually escalated into a fight. Her girlish imagination portrayed him as strong and bold, but her imaginings rarely added up with reality, and she didn't want to rest all of her hopes in the mental image of him shirtless in her bed. But in addition to her embarrassment, she felt strength and determination as well. Some guy who she didn't even know was looking at her like she was some goddess, and this knowledge certainly caused a surge in her own self-confidence. And his speaking voice didn't help - he sounded as confident as she felt, if not more. God damn, he's so...
But his words were more important than his voice, at the moment. She found herself agreeing with everything coming out of his mouth, and felt her lip curl into a threatening sneer. She was proud of her heritage, but she couldn't deny that life was hard - she couldn't honestly say she'd never wished she was entirely human. And now all these children who would never know what it would be like to live a normal life, to be constantly subject to the mockery and jeers from everyone around them...the unfairness of it all made her want to burst. And here was this man, swaggering around, loving his job, stopping people from discovering the truth, advocating for the destruction of hundreds of innocent lives...her eyes and throat burned painfully. It wasn't fair! They deserved to live normal lives just like anyone else! But now that was stolen from them. They'd be discriminated against until the day they died.
She didn't remember taking the first step forward, really. All she knew was that she was flying towards him, her hand clenched into a fist that was on a crash-course with the guard's face.
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Post by GEORGE DARAN on Feb 28, 2011 18:55:17 GMT -5
George listened then deflected the punch aimed for his face easily, using the girls momentum to send her past him, "Tut tut, young one," he said in a mocking teacher's tone, "Even in the wild the hungry lion must hunt with patience to ensure a clean kill," He took three steps awa from both people in the tunnle, and closer to the door before he realised he had a gun to pick up. He walked over to it, ready for another attack and holstered it quickly before returning to the door.
"Listen missy, you know nothing past your own experiences, you cannot judge until you have seen it properly." he then turned to the male, "I was sure he was on our land, he triggered the electronic sensors," he shrugged then pulled out a small vial. He held a torch to it and smiled, "This is MY DNA which I was going to donate to the corporation after my shift. Nobody is forced, all they do Is get a cheek swab and ass it to their collection. He shrugged and stayed infront of thedoirway for a while to hear their responses.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Feb 28, 2011 19:20:52 GMT -5
Really, it was all a bunch of bullshit. Jack could see right through the lies. It was so easy to do when it came to the scum that worked for the SHIFT Corporation. They all said the same things, they all made up excuses. They were all liars; from the secretaries to the CEOs, each and every one of them. One day, they would really get what they deserved, but until then, Jack couldn't really do much about it. He was just one person working against an army. Though there were other people against the Corporation, it would take a long time before something actually happened. Hopefully, though, when something finally did, the company would be bankrupt and unable to buy their way out of it again.
Surprisingly, the girl who had seemed composed enough, flung herself at the guard. Jack watched, his head tilted slightly to the side, liking that she was bold enough to do so, though was disappointed when the guard deflected her. It would have been quite nice to see the man with a bloody nose - courtesy of a girl. His ego would probably have been bruised for a long time afterward, because he seemed like that kind of guy. Jack took a step to the side, watching the guard as he began moving toward the door to leave. For a second, he looked to the girl once again, "You alright?" It was a quick question, because out of his peripheral vision, he saw the man stoop to pick up a metal object from the floor - a gun. Jack slipped his hand inside his jacket, his hand resting over his own gun. Luckily though, the guard holstered his and continued for the door. Jack could hardly stand how condescendingly he spoke, but it was to be expected. George was just that kind of guy.
The doctor took his chance to repeat what Ms. Frost had said earlier, "I'll believe it when I see it." Now, if the guy didn't take his leave soon, Jack might have to resort to some threats - he was sick of this crap.
354, he's got a gun too. >D
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Feb 28, 2011 20:47:43 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: 417, TAGS: george & jack, SONG by the ramones, NOTES:and so the shit doth hiteth the fan Maybe she had been too angry when she had sprang. He was bigger than her and had more mass - he shouldn't have been able to avoid her. But avoid her he did, and she overshot him by a few inches, her momentum bringing her down to the ground with a thud. The coppery taste of blood in her mouth was immediate. Rats screeched furiously as she landed among them, scuttling over her hands, legs, and arms, desperate to hide themselves, smelling the feline in her veins. It was a scent they shouldn't have been able to distinguish from her normal human smell, but then she realized that her eyesight had sharpened, her nails had begun to taper off into points, and her teeth had grown sharp and were elongating in her mouth. The reason behind fleeing rodents was suddenly clear. Her heightened hearing picked up the man's voice as though he had shouted at her instead of simply inquiring. Her pupils contracted into slits against her yellowed eyes.
"I'm fine," she snarled at him - not that she was trying to be mean, exactly, but because her voice was going. And then she was gone, the only thing in her place a large cat-like animal that quickly retreated into the shadows in silence, away from the betraying light given off by George's lights. The lynx prowled silently towards where he stood, his back towards the door; typical for a coward to make escape easy for himself. Her lip curled. The heartbeats of both men was loud in her ears - the guard's was calm, probably because he dealt with this shit every day, and the pulse of the other man was slightly faster. He seemed to be excited about something. Her pale eyes flicked over to where he stood, his hand tucked into his jacket, and she understood. People just didn't stand around with their hands in their breast pockets.
She wouldn't kill him - she wasn't the corporation, after all, and didn't just do away with things that didn't meet her standards, as much as that would please her. But she would, perhaps, give him something to remember her by. Somebody, after all, had to answer for her cut lip, and she'd be damned if she didn't make him pay up. Silent to the very last, she waited until she was within two feet of him, tailtip twitching, before she sprang forward stealthily to tear into his leg, and unavoidable mass of claws and fangs.
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Post by GEORGE DARAN on Mar 1, 2011 17:24:38 GMT -5
George was about to leave, surely that would be acceptable for Missy Shifter? Apparantly not. He felt claws and teeth ripping through the thinner armour on his legs and causing gauges maybe a centimeter or two deep. He reclacter quickly as soon as the pain hit, drawing his pistol and firing a shot at the Lynx he fully expected to miss. He then, for good measure, fired one inthe vague direction of Jack, hoping to make him duck and delay drawing his own pistol.
After that he took off down the tunnle he had entered through with the body at a quick, limping, pace. As he moved he reloaded and then holstered his pistol, hidin it. "Help!" he began to shout as he hit the more lighted areas, "A shifter and a guy with a gun attacked me!" he repeated this before collapsing infront of a small crowd, "Help," he repeated in a more strained voice. Such terrible acting.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 1, 2011 18:04:24 GMT -5
Everything suddenly seemed to be happening really fast - George was making his way to the door, but in the same moment that Frost picked herself off the floor, she was gone again. Into the shadows - and Jack easily figured that she was not yet done with her assault. His suspicion from earlier that she was a shifter had been confirmed now, but that didn't cause him to waver even slightly in his side choosing. He was against the SHIFT company, and right now, that was all that really mattered. He and Frost against George. Ha. It was nice to see SHIFT outnumbered for once.
The lynx appeared from the dark abyss, the tearing of fabric made it clear to Jack that she had reached her target. Suddenly, two gunshots rang out, one aimed in Jack's direction. Immediately, he pulled his gun out from his shoulder holster and fired back in the direction of the SHIFT employee. He aimed to miss, but the bullet embedded itself into the tiled flooring right behind the guard. Jack was a good shot, and was sure that the guard was too, but he wasn't about to play any games - if the guard actually wanted to shoot him, Jack wanted to make sure the man knew that he'd be shooting back, and he wouldn't miss. George was out of the door quickly, and Jack had had enough, "Let him go." He didn't want Frost to follow - it would only bode badly for her if the general public was anywhere near.
He approached her, his features hardly visible now at all since the beam of the flashlight the guard had was gone. "Did he hit you anywhere?" As he holstered his gun once again, the doctor moved to peer out the doorway and toward the lighter end of the station. George was making a scene. "We're going to have to get out of here... a different way that we came - and we'll have to do it fast." Jail wasn't really Jack's scene.
340, uhohh.
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Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Mar 1, 2011 19:17:57 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: 379, TAGS: george & jack, SONG by the ramones, NOTES:<3 She sprang backwards the moment he swung his gun to her, and the bullet exploded into the ground where she had been crouching moments before. She wanted to chase after him and bury his teeth in the back of his head, but hung back for her own safety; he had just shot at the other man, and she wasn't about to take any more chances with that gun. Not tonight anyways. Besides, she'd had her taste, and that was enough to satisfy her for now.
Morrigan waited until he had gimped out the door before turning towards her ally, though she chose to remain in her animal form - no point in both of them staggering around in the dark. He asked her if she was alright; she responded by brushing against his legs in a friendly manner, winding between his ankles with a light purr. I'm alright, she said, but it naturally came out in a jumble of growls and murmurs. She lifted her head to examine him in turn - he looked alright as well. She couldn't smell any blood other than George's, couldn't see any bloodstains on his clothes that would suggest a wound, and his breathing wasn't ragged or heavy. yes, he was alright, it seemed. More than alright. Her pale eyes glittered up at him mischievously, reflecting the dim lighting of the tunnel as she brushed past him to take a few steps forward, pausing to look back at him expectantly.
There was no point in chasing after the guard, now that he had fled into the public. That was just asking for an unpleasant scene. They had to get out of here before he stirred up anything more - a conclusion that the other man came to at the exact same time. He suggested going the other way, and had she been a human, she would have rolled her eyes at him - no shit, Sherlock. She looked up at the dim lighting above them with skeptical eyes - it would be slow-going, especially with his weak human eyes, but hopefully she'd be able to lead them someplace safe. A light meow bubbled up from her throat as she turned around and moved forward a bit more, waiting for him to follow her.
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Post by JACK AUGUSTINE on Mar 1, 2011 20:13:36 GMT -5
Relieved that the whole confrontation was over, Jack sighed. But his problems were not over. George was causing a scene, and if the public believed him, they may have been heading toward the old door soon. Jack and his ally had to leave soon or get arrested. Jack hadn't really done anything, but he did fire a shot, and it would be his word against the bleeding SHIFT guard's. The doctor wasn't about to take his chances.
His eyes adjusted well enough to the lighting, but he was still considerably more impaired visually than the girl who was now in her feline shift. He had been about to ask why she didn't just phase back to answer him, but it made sense that she would simply stay in her lynx form. Her purr and the brushing around his ankles didn't bother him, rather, it intrigued him. Never before did he have a cat larger than one native to houses brush against him in such a friendly manner, but obviously it was because she was not a real wild animal.
Jack had to watch her closely, but as soon as she began leading the way, he stepped to follow. He knew her plan was to scope out an exit by doing so with her keen eyes, and hopefully it would work. After one last look over his shoulder, Jack vanished along with the cat into the darkness of the tunnel. They would have to surface sooner or later, but until then, they would silently make their escape.
256, alright, cut scene and take them to a new location?
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