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GM Will 12-21-03, 04:30 PM	I'm trying for something different in this thread. It will be set in 2003 in a world called Earth (that's odd enough already, isn't it?). Also, its set in an earth with no magic, no monsters, and no spaceships or other extremely advanced technology. In short, its set in an Earth pretty much exactly like the one we live in save that many of the characters and places will be fictional (by places I mean buildings and towns. Countries, states, and so forth will be the same). This campaign will still be freeform, meaning its up to you what your characters can and can't do. However, everything should be kept to things reasonable people in the real world can do. No magical or psionic powers, please. You're character can have pretty much any job or position that someone in the real world can, save that you cannot be something like President of the United State whose identity everyone knows. This doesn't mean you can't have a "famous" job, such as actor or writer or whatever, just that you can't have a unique, well known one. The setting will be a small, currently nameless, fictional city in northern New York in the US. The time will be 5:00 PM EST, Sunday, December 21, 2003. I'll let people post their characters now, and we can start off. As always, this thread is OPEN to anyone who wants to join at any time. If you have any questions, just post them up.
Jack Delaney 12-21-03, 05:23 PM	A middle aged Irish man with graying hair sits on a plane headed for the northern regions of New York. He is dressed casually in a pair of brown slacks, a long blue sweater and Nike sneakers. He fidgets around with his hand for something, and he withdraws a small needle from the skin underneath the palm of his hand. The needle is tipped with a tiny blue bead on the end opposite its point and is just a little bit larger than a sewing pin. Jack reaches down, pretending to tie his shoe, and "accidently" sticks the woman next to him in the leg with it. He quickly slips the needle into his sweater and sits back up, turning to the woman. "Oh I'm sorry miss! Clumsy me, always fumbling around poking people with things...didn't mean nothin' by it."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-21-03, 08:42 PM	A young man, whose exact age is hard to estimate due to some mutually contradictive features sits in the same plane, eyes closed, leaning back, legs stretched to full length under the sit infront of him. His face is so triangular that it almost seems unnatural, though not even slightly unattractive. His hair is kept short at the top of his scull, but grows long from the back of his head, where it mostly left to bush wildly, but contains a few extra-thin braids. The hair is colored in deep tourquise. Exept for two lynxlike sideburns he has no facial hair, though under his chin one could notice a slightly visible colony of hair that liekely escaped the razor. He wears thick and baggy, manypocketed silvery pants of some hard jeanslike fabric, and a vest that looks as if it belonged to some explorer or archeologyst. Under the vest is a simple longsleeved buttonup shirt. His bikerlike shoes appear to be a couple sizes large on him. The expression on his face is concentrated and determined, and the fingers of his left hand, resting on his knee, tap rythmically as if responding to some moody music he hears; there are no headphones, however. His right hand lies on the shoulder of his companion: To his right, betuin him and the window, sits a girl who looks around thirteen. She wears clubbish black pants, a black sweater, and the same kind of west as the older companion, but smaller, acording to her size. She is black herself, along with her clothes and her overly long, smoothened black hair making a sharp contrast to the untanned white person beside her. On her knees is a laptop and she types something with greate speed, ocasionally leaning back, laying her head on her comapnion's palm, and looking at the screen from the thusly increaced distance, as if trying to apreciate or criticize her work from a different angle. The man is most probably awake, but seems completely oblivious to his surrounding, while the girl acts hypperactively, her face expresing live interest and a small dose of stress, as if she was trying to deal with multiple tasks simulanteously, or perhaps facing a need to finish something in less time than she has.
GM Will 12-21-03, 08:45 PM	The woman leans down and rubs her leg, glancing at Jack. "Oh... That's ok... Looks a little red though... What'd you poke me with?"
GM Will 12-21-03, 08:54 PM	A flight attendant pulls up beside Amos and his companion, pushing a cart pilied with trays of food. "Hello sir... Would you like your meal now? Or should I come back?"
Jack Delaney 12-21-03, 08:57 PM	Jack waves his hands dismissively and shrugs. "Oh just a little stickpin i had in my pocket...nothing too serious."
GM Will 12-21-03, 08:59 PM	The woman rubs her leg again and shrugs, turning back to her issue of Life magazine. "Oh... Okay..."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-21-03, 10:40 PM	The man seems to not notice her at all, for no reaction followed, let alone a hint of his eyes opening. The girl by the window, however, responded instantly: "Yeah, bring us the plate, thanks lady. I just don't wanna wake the lazy ass just yet, or he'll fall 'sleep when the we land, so i'll be draggin' him limp outta it... Ugh, uncle 'ere sleeps like a fat cat, you know?" The girl sounds completely friendly and talkative, but glances nervously at her laptop's screen practicly after every other word. At the mension of her "uncle" she glances at him with the stern gaze of a big syster resisting an urge to lightly slap her silly charge. Her voice is somewhat raspy, a rather cute feature that could grow with the years into either a passionate growling voice, or a broken froggish one.
Drindin 12-21-03, 10:53 PM	Also on the plane was a man with a bushy brown beard, wearing a sailing cap and a trench-coat, with heavy black work boots. He doesn't speak at all, and he has no carry on luggage beyond a small canvas bag, which the contents of remain unknown.
Kami no Kenshin 12-21-03, 11:04 PM	The dark haired young man sits in the back of the plane, his head tilted foreward, apparently asleep. The shoulder of his crisp green jacket reads "US Army, Special Forces, Airborne, Ranger." and he has Sergeant's bars on his arms and numerous medals and decorations adorning his chest. A military beret sits in his lap on top of a copy of The New York Times, having fallen off his head when it tilted foreward. His hair is cut in the typical military fashion, and he is clean shaven. Although he is asleep, his sleep does not seem restful. He stirs frequently, and murmurs every so often.... "Johnson.....watch the left flank...... dammit where the hell is the damn evac...... Somebody plug the friggin' Eltee's WOUND!!!!! Where's the DAMN EVAC?!?!?!?!?" He sits up suddenly, gasping and grabbing the back of the seat in front of him.........
Drindin 12-22-03, 02:23 AM	The Newfie looks over at the crazed (ex?)-piolot. "Er, couldya keep it down o'er there? Tryin' to drive an ol' sailor mad?" The newf reaches into his little canvas sack, and produces a bagged lunch, into which he reaches and pulls out a fish sandwich which he quickly digs into. "Caught the fish m'self." He says between bites, to the piolot. "I gots anotha one in case yer hungry an' don't wanna buy airport peanuts."
Kami no Kenshin 12-22-03, 02:44 AM	((I assume He's talking to me? If so, my char is not a pilot. He is Special Forces. If not, I'll delete this post.)) He seems visibly rattled, and his hands are shaking...... N..no thank you sir. I'm just feeling a little airsick is all sir. I'm awful sorry to have bothered you sir. His voice has just the slightest bit of Bronx drawl to it. He sits back in his seat, still shaking slightly and looking ill. He reaches into his left breast pocket and pulls out an old battered photo, looks at it for a long moment and then replaces it. He waves his hand to get the flight attendant's attention, Pardon me ma'am!
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-22-03, 03:27 AM	The girl half-jokingly pulls her head into her shoulders at the louder tones of the ranger's nightmare, but soon stops it, as her work apparently starts to bear fruit: She looks into the screen, smiling mischievously, and mumbles, as if in responce to the elite pilot's words: "Yes sir, ...putin' some ice on that cream sir, ...nuke lounched sir!.." She holds one hand arund something that probably hangs on her neck under her clothes, and with the other hand dramatically presses Enter. Her eyes shine and soon she lets out an extatic "Yeeeeee!" with a huge smile, almost closed eyes, and cluched arms shaking slightly. She throws her hands up and fore and leans back, then sighs with relief. "Ma Flage, yo wake up, kitty." She waits for a moment than pokes and taps at her companion's hand, but with no sucess. Eventually she shruggs and lightly plants her finger in a spot just below his ear. The man's eyes open instantly and widely, and his hands dart to a protective position; when he sees where he is, he puts his hands down and smiles at the girl. "Goin' down soon?" "Nah, got the sh'done, though!" The man looks at her screen for a long minute, as if disbelieving, a dumbfounded expression coming slowly to his face. Eventually he speaks, his voice dumbfounded as well, but obviously happy and almosr excited too: "Hah... woah, how the hell? Wh... Xy, you ain't pulling my leg, are?" The girl just grins widely, murmurs "i'm quick", and opens her arms as the man leans to hugg her, the same grin spreading on his face as well. When they stop theyr embrace and lean back again, the white man asks: "So, who's our man?" The girl smilrks and sllightly raises both eyebrows "Got coulpe hours?" "Heh, i met enough benzoes in my life to dec ma house with just they' pinkes, Xy; Never met anyone who'd be worth a longer talk than like..." "Yeah, well learn to multiply, Flagy kitty, cause there's a whole growth of 'em 'ere yo, tellin' you!" The one refered to as "Flage" looks concerned suddenly. "Aight, flash me..." "Like hell i will, but not 'frona tone o' social meat, eh?" "Point." "Anyway, there's like half a dozen, maybe a lil' more, but four of 'em got' be key." "Squid. Know what i hate 'bout that big ****in' ***** of a ****less hole in - " "Shut up." "Wha?" "Nah, really; i mean i know all 'bout it, and ain't wanna sound bichy but anyone hearin' you for a day or two gets the point: you hate the u.s.a., you belive it's the - " "Forgot the F there." "Right, anyway, you enjoied it last time, you'll enjoy t this time. If we ain't both gettin outa here in frozen pieces, 'mean." THe black girl smiles sarcastically, and the man hmms thoughtfully in responce, but doesn't reply verbally. Aftr a short while she speaks again: "Look, the paper ain't payin' for us to saticefy no soulish needs, but we do, you know wha'm saying?" "Point. Another thing i hate about 'em, though..." "Wha'that now?" "Like each state tens o' times bigger 'n poor lil' us, and in that whole mess no good place to buy guns if you ain't criminal and can't rap." The last sentance was said in a joking tone, and was obviously meant to relieve the uncomfortable situation. Both companions wink at eachother at that. "Get some sleep, Xy, if i'd twist such a job in such a no-time i'd be snoring like no-gas-on-third-gear, 'know?" The girl nods, stretches her arms, and closes her eyes, reaching for the seat's lever, eventhough bothe theyr seats were already pulled backwards to the maximum. She closes her eyes trying to fall asleep, while her companion takes the laptop and and lazyly, without haste, enters some address and pushes the enter. After a moment he murmurs: "Figures, nothin' new on Wizards. How's a man to keep a hobby with a whole lot of asses with nothin' better to do anyway ain't keepin' it live." Turning to his right and realizing the girl sleeps already, he pokes a few keys again, and leans back, but doesn't close his eyes this time. The first sounds of the Carmen opera begin to rise from the laptop.
Kami no Kenshin 12-22-03, 04:43 AM	((Umm......just to point a little somethin' out...... Rangers are NOT pilots. They're Special Forces. Airborne, as in they jump out of planes, Paratroopers you know? Sneak into places, kill people and blow stuff up?)) He reaches into anopther pocket and pulls out a small brown prescription bottle, then reads the label carefully and checks his watch.....another 4 minutes on the nose 'til he should be popping another one of these pills.......he sets the bottle on the seat-back tray in front of him, the leans back and begins reciting something softly, under his breath in a barely perceptible way. It seems to calm him down some...... I wanna be an Airborne Ranger....... I wanna life of blood and danger...... ((Original Post By: Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai "Figures, nothin' new on Wizards. How's a man to keep a hobby with a whole lot of asses with nothin' better to do anyway ain't keepin' it live." :heehee ))
kulideb 12-22-03, 03:35 PM	The book slipped from the womans lap making a slight sound as it hit the floor. The noise was loud enough to wake her. She rubbed at her eyes and then quietly crussed as she realized she had smudged her make up. She lent forward and pulled out her bag from under her seat. A tanned hand with a white band round one of fingers drew out a mirror. The face that looked back at her from the mirror looked tired, not sleepy more the trired of life look. She ran her fingers through short brown hair, and used a tissue to wipe away the smudged make up from her brown eyes. She sighed and glanced out of the planes window. The sounds of an opera drifed over as the air hostess came around. "No, not for me thank you." she said in a polite english accent. She put her bag back down and picked up her book, "Law and ethics." She tried to read but gave up and began to study her fellow passengers.
Marksman 12-22-03, 04:00 PM	((OOC:Rangers are not Special Forces,they're Special Operations.Green Berets are Special Forces.Green Beret is slang for United States Special Forces...they got it for the hats...and the Ranger would be holding a Tan Berets,if you must know...:D)) The sign on the door to the restroom flips to Vacant as it slides open.Through the doorway steps out a somewhat tall,muscle tone man in full fatigues.His hair is a brownish-reddish mix,and his expressions are very hardened.On his left shoulder sits a patch of an Arrowhead,inside of which is a sword,crossed by 3 lightning bolts;the "Green Berets"Insignia.Second Lieutenant bars sit on his collar.Silver flight wings sit on his right side,and as he walks his was to business class from the rear of the plane,he taps the Ranger on the shoulder... (In a Texan accent)"Restroom's free..." ...but the Ranger seems to be asleep... ((OOC:I wanna give him an M4 w/sniper setup,but this is a civilian flight;right? OH! and this guy's an Engineer,but he earnt his right as sharpshooter :D ))
GM Will 12-22-03, 05:16 PM	((Nice job on the characters everyone. Looks like this'll be a fun thread. :D)) The woman looks up freom her magazine and over at Jack, gesturing to a picture of an old ragged man with a long tangled beard on the cover. "Don't you feel so much better now that we have the bastard? I finally feel safe flying again..."
GM Will 12-22-03, 05:19 PM	The flight attendat sets the tray next to Amos, and hands his companion one as well. She then moves up the isle to the two soldiers and the sailor. "Hello sirs, want your meals now?"
GM Will 12-22-03, 05:28 PM	((Marksman> Yes, this is a commercial flight. So, unless he got some kind of special pass for the weapon, he probably would not have been able to take it with him. That said, you can always buy a weapon when the plane lands.))
kulideb 12-22-03, 05:30 PM	The woman watched as a man left the restrooms, she really hated having using restrooms on planes! She stood up and put her book on her seat, folding over the corner of the page to mark her place. She made her way down the plane, past the woman showing a picture in a magazine to the person seated next to her, She stood to the side to allow the tall man in combats to get past, in doing so she trod on the foot of someone who was seated. She muttered an appology.
Marksman 12-22-03, 05:34 PM	((OOC:You can't buy those,it's illegal...and in NY after the DC thing,ick!It'd be his issued weapon...and yes he has a pass for the 1911 at his side...:D )) ((OOC:oof...what kind of plane is this?I shoulda asked that earlier...is there a curtain between business and coach/1st class?sorry for bothering...))
William H Duryea 12-22-03, 06:01 PM	A thin man (probably about 110-115 lbs) of medium hieght (5'6"-5'7") looking to be in his mid to late teens ((In actuality he's 19, but he looks atleast three years younger)) with short unkempt brown hair and a thin to the point of being barely visible brown moustache sits in an isle seat. The collar of pink polo shirt peeks half-out half-in from under a thin yellow sweater which he wears above a pair of tan khaki pants. A pair of badly smeared glasses on half-rims are pushed as far up on his nose as would be possible without causing him pain. A pair of headphones connected to a walkman on his lap blare rap music at a volume that allows the people next to him to clearly hear the lyrics, and he holds a copy of [I]Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance[I] up to his face. His mouth alternates betweenmouthing the words of his music and expressing his feeling about his reading (he seems amused most of the time. Every few minutes he seems to blank out completely, apparently focusing on niether of his distractions. A staw from his already finished meal is being shreaded by his mouth while his arms fiddle with the armrests of his seat, and his left leg twiches fervently. He jerks in surprise as his trance is broken by pressure on his foot and he spins to look into the isle. He stares blankly for a momment, and then blinks and pulls his foot back from the isle. "Uh... Oh... Sorry..."
GM Will 12-22-03, 06:38 PM	((I didn't say you'd have to buy it legally. ;) This is a conventional comercial jet with both first class and coach with a seperationg curtain. I'm assuming that (by the jobs) all of the current characters are in coach.))
Kami no Kenshin 12-22-03, 06:56 PM	((Actually he IS special forces. I read somewhere that many Special Forces personnel have been to Ranger school, and I assume that if they had, they would also get to wear the Ranger patch. Task was a Ranger BEFORE joinging Special Forces..... and yes, I was aware of the Green/ Tan Beret distinction.....)) He glances up at the Lieutenant, thanks sir. I'm fine. I just need to get the lady's attention for a glass of water. I gotta take my pills, sir. Hey!! Nice piece sir, if you don't mind my saying. I prefer the USP .45 though...... Mine's in the cargo bay, inside my luggage. Say.... what kinda ammo d'you usually carry, if you don't mind me asking sir? He glances at the Attendant.... No thanks ma'am, I'm not hungry. Could I please trouble you for a glass of water though? I need to take my pills.
Marksman 12-22-03, 07:04 PM	The Lt. smells the food the Stewardess is carrying and stops her in the hallway... (In Texan Accent)-"Can I get some o' dat Ma'am?"
GM Will 12-22-03, 07:15 PM	The stewardess nods to the Texan, and offers him his tray. "Here you go... Want anything else?" She looks to the ranger, offering him his tray. It includes a glass of water.
Kami no Kenshin 12-22-03, 07:17 PM	No, I'm all right, ma'am. Thank you. He smiles slightly, then accepts the water and reaches for his prescription bottle..... ((Later guys....off to work))
Marksman 12-22-03, 07:31 PM	((OOC:Lawful good...my first Lawful Good character has my dream job...and btw...scratch that M4...make it a semi-auto M24...and my guy is...uh...24 years old!His Nickname is Bolt,if you must know.)) ((OOC:To Kami:Sorry...a lot of the people on the boards are...shall we say...milliterate!apparently I'm not the only one who knows a thing or two about the guys in greem;good thing too!:D )) Hearing the Sergeant speak,the Lt. turns around (in Texan Accent)-"Pills?fer what?Ah...thanks...took me dang near an hour ta' polish it! Universal Self-Loader?Good brand...H&K;'In a world of comprimise,some don't...'gotta love a brand with a slogan like that...and the polygonal bore allows for a longer ranged kill...and only one and a sevendy-fourth pounds...Sorry!I ramblin'?I like the way the Colt feels better...more kick and a reliable hit every time...Cargo Bay?Hmm...don't know why they gave me this here pass...ah well!Me?.45 standard NATO armor piercing...'FMJ all the way!'as I always say...no pun intended'! He points to the window seat next to the Sergeant... "That seat taken?Noone but Civil's up in Business!"
GM Will 12-22-03, 08:16 PM	The flight attendant finishes giving the people in the soldiers' row their food and continues to push her cart foward, coming eventually to Jack's row. She smiles at him. "Hi.... Would you like your food now?"
Marksman 12-22-03, 10:25 PM	((OOC:Sry for ANOTHER OOC,but scratch that M24...also...ick...He uses an M14.Hoof.))
Jack Delaney 12-22-03, 11:33 PM	Jack looks up at the attendant and smiles. "Oh, uh, no thanks miss...not that hungry y'know." He stands up and makes for the back of the plane and goes into the bathroom, locking the door as he goes in. Once inside he turns the water on, and glances around the wall until he finds the timed scent release device. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a small cylinder shaped can and then a flat tipped screwdriver. As quietly as he can, he prys the case off of the device, exposing its inside compartment and scent canister. Jack quickly removes the canister and swaps it with the one from his pocket. After he finishes, he puts the case back on, making sure that it is securely in place and as it was before. He throws the replaced canister in the trash, turns the water off and exits the bathroom. He walks back to his seat, glancing over his shoulder casually as he does, and sits down.
GM Will 12-22-03, 11:43 PM	The woman next to Jack looks up from her magazine again as he sits down. "Oh... There you are again... You know, I don't want to sound... you know... But when I bought this ticket I was so afraid I was going to be seated next to a... you know... Anyway, I was just so relieved when I saw that you... Well... When I saw your face..."
Jack Delaney 12-22-03, 11:48 PM	Jack turns to the woman and nods. "Yeah, its a really dangerous world nowadays...not like it was when I was younger. And I know how you feel about those types. Some people call it profiling, but I..I just can't help doing it sometimes."
GM Will 12-22-03, 11:53 PM	The woman nods in agreement. "I know... You can't be too careful... That's all that I'm saying... Not when our country and our children and everything is at stake..."
Drindin 12-23-03, 02:02 AM	((AH! Yes, I was speaking to the paratrooper)) The Newf finishes his sandwich, and scarfs down the other one just as quickly, before looking at the others on the plane. He reaches into his bag and fiddles with something, looking around absently. ((For the GM's Purposes: The Man is named Jim. He's a 'pirate' of sorts.)) He seems to relax, and looks around again, examining the other two who were (recently enough) hugging. Seeing one asleep, and another listening to some horrendus opera, he grumbles, wondering why he didn't have enough money to get into first class. Fingering the whatever it is in his canvas bag, he snorts something in gaelic (let's see someone figure THAT one out! Ha!).
kulideb 12-23-03, 05:28 AM	While she was saying sorry to the man whose foot she had trodden on an another man had entered the rest room, but being British she was used to waiting patiently. She looked at her watch and sighed, just as she was about to go back to her seat the man came out of the rest room. She entered the rest room and locked the door, she tured on the cold water tap and allowed the cold water to run over her hands before spashing some on to her face. Not much longer till the plane would land she thought to her self, she unlocked the door and made her way back to her seat.
LOZ 12-23-03, 07:24 AM	A young woman about the age of 17 sat drawring. Every now and then she would stop to flick her long blonde hair out of her face. Eventually she stoped drawring and looked around the plane. She then looked to the seat next to her where a small boy sat fast asleep. He also had blonde hair and he was about the age of 8. The young woman nuged the boy "Wake up Liam!" The little boy woke and yawned "Are we there yet Jess?" "No" Jess said frowning at him. They both sat in silence.Jess looked around the plane again, while Liam kicked the chair in front.
Kami no Kenshin 12-23-03, 07:24 AM	No sir, it's not. I'll move over so you can have the aisle seat. He shifts into the other seat....... The pills? They're.....uhhh.... anti-depressants. Mild anti-depressents. Well..... the M1911 is one hell of a gun.....but I prefer the HK...... it just sits in my hand better than most of the other handguns availible. The army gave me one of those dinky little Berreta 92Fs......They're allright I suppose. The feel like BB guns to me though...... My CO swore by it.... untill we got in a firefight with a bunch of guys who had Kevlar. His rifle ran empty, and he had to pull out his pistol. Shot one of the buggers square in the chest. I swear.....it was like something out of a Schwartzeneger movie..... buddy just looked down at his chest, looked up at the Eltee and LAUGHED! Then I shot him in the head.....
Marksman 12-23-03, 11:53 AM	The Lt. looks at the Sergeant and laughs... (In Texan Accent)-"The 92FS?Huh...they gave me a 92SD...no kick whatsoever;no feel of power...fortunetely the guys we were fighting didn't have kevlar!I got this little diddy from my colonel before he retired...comes from back in ole WW 2!" Nodding to the Sergeant,the Lt. takes the seat.
ThePreacher 12-23-03, 01:02 PM	At the row just past where the army men were sitting, sat a man. He had short darkening blonde hair, and a beard. The beard was well kept and fashionly (Something like bruce Willis' beard :D ). He was about 1.80 meters tall, white, he wore quite a long, dark blue T-shirt with -Westside- inscripted on the chest area. On top of the t-shirt he wore a jeans jacket, and a pair of wide jeans, though not very wide. The man looked 22-23 years old. He was leaning back in the seat, scribelling something in a notebook, while listening to the headphones on his ears. The man looked quite casual, though there was something about him that did not seem regular for some reason. Maybe it was for the choice of clothes, or maybe for his self appearence... And maybe it was the strange fire of exctiment of sorts burning in his eyes.
HeavensRose 12-23-03, 03:41 PM	Near the back in a seat sat a young woman, appearing to be 20 years of age, sits at a window seat. The seat beside her empty, probably from someone missing the plane or cancelling their flight. She had her head turned toward the window showing her shiny head of brown hair that reaches down to her shoulders that curl at the ends. Her beautiful hazel eyes are gazing ever so longingly out the window. Around her neck she wore a pendant of some sort and the clothing she had on, showed she had plenty of money somewhere. The regal dress appeared to be made of silk and is quite fashionably styled. Thought it is quite curious as to why she is not be riding in the 1st class seats. As the others spoke of weapons and fighting, she presumed, she only turned her head to look at them and sighs, thinking to herself, "They must make sport of speaking of such things. My father did the same, father..." Her gloved hand could be seen quickly touching her face, then being brought back down to her lap. "Father, why did you have to be so stupid as to think a man like you could handle such excitement! Trying to fly a plane, that you hadn't flown for a good twenty years." Her mind backflashes to all the news reports that were done on him, all the newspaper articles, and even the interviews that had put her on TV. Her hand, the same that had touched her cheek, held onto her pendant.
kulideb 12-23-03, 03:53 PM	Before she sat back in her seat she took her denim jacket off. She reached up to the over head locker, but could only just reach. She grabed at the handle of a rucksac and pulled, she rucksac came out quicker than she thought and fell to the ground with a thud, the top had come undone and a note pad and map had fallen out. She said sorry to a man with blond hair a beard sitting just behind her as it had almost hit him. She crouched down and began to gather her things together.
Kami no Kenshin 12-23-03, 03:55 PM	Yeah.....the Eltee..... he switched Pistols after that firefight, he looks out the window for a moment...... it's too bad about the Eltee. It's too bad about my whole chalk.......
HeavensRose 12-23-03, 04:00 PM	Hearing a noise of something hitting the ground, she jumped and stifled an exclamation that came out of her mouth. She looks to the woman without much emotion, other than her apparent sadness. Her eyes then turn to the man who spoke of his chalk. She looked curiously at him and decided to listen to him speak for a few more minutes befor turning away as to not be rude.
kulideb 12-23-03, 04:11 PM	((we could do with a seating plan if we are staying on the plane for a while :) )) She picked up her book and the maps and pushed them back into her rucksac, a name tag could be seen, in small tidy print was the name Michelle Gearing. She sat back in her seat, but hadn't noticed that a pen had roled under the blond mans chair. The seat in front of her moved as the young boy in it kicked at the chair in front of him, well at least he is quiet she thought.
LOZ 12-23-03, 05:12 PM	"Stop it" Jess snapped. "All you ever do is play up"She said to him coldly,anger could be seen in her eyes. Liam stared at her and stopped kicking the chair tears rose in his eyes and he began to weep quietly. Jess folded her arms and turned her head the other way.
GM Will 12-23-03, 05:18 PM	((Wow, lots of replies. :) I'll try my best to keep up with everyone. Kulideb, I don't think you'll be on the plane that much longer, but this is as muxch of the seating arangement as I've gathered from the thread so far: LOZ's characters are in the front most row of the characters, then you're character is next (you mentioned the kid being in the seat in front of you), Jack is a row or two behind you, HeavensRose is probably in the next row, the two soldiers and the sailor are behind her in the same row, ThePreacher's behind them, and I'm (William H. Duryea) in the row across from him. Did I miss anyone? Please correct me if I made any mistakes. ))
GM Will 12-23-03, 05:31 PM	The pilot's voice breaks in over the intercom. "Good afternoon everyone, I'm pleased to tell you we are now entering New York state. If you look out your windows, you'll be able to make out beatiful Lake Champlaign below you. I wouldmn't miss the case to see it up close if you get the time. Anyway, we will be landing in only a few short minutes now, so I would begin to prepare."
Jack Delaney 12-23-03, 05:39 PM	Jack reclines back in his seat and sighs, glancing around the plane. He leans forward a bit and looks up front, trying to get a look at the cockpit area (if the door is open). As he sits, he twiddles his thumbs and nods his head. For a moment he looks back at the two soldiers seated behind him, squinting his eyes at them, then turning to face forward again. He smiles at something. o.0 ( I wonder if those two doughboys are ready to die for their country in the "war on terrorism" )
HeavensRose 12-23-03, 05:45 PM	Kristine hears the man overhead and makes sure her sealtbelt is fastened safetly. Her hazel eyes continuing their gaze out of the window and now focused on the water beneath them. A sudden thought hits her and she begins to panic. She takes a couple of deep breaths, but that seems to be doing no good for her. Her eyes shut tight and her hands hold tightly to the seat in front of her. Her breaths quicken and her eyes still stay shut, "Don't panic..don't panic. I can't help it.. let this plane hurry and land.." the thoughts rushing through her mind, though the thoughts slowly die out as her breathing gets worse and she breaks into a sweat.
William H Duryea 12-23-03, 05:49 PM	William begins to squirm in his seat, and after a momment he takes off his headphones, sets down his book, and looks at the woman seated at his right. She's even thinner than him and has long blond curly ghair jutting from underneath a blue doo-rag. She appears to be not much younger than William, and there is noticable family resembelance between them. "Jenny, I have to use the bathroom..." She rolls her eyes, sets down a worse-for-wear copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, and looks at him. "Well then, go to the bathroom, Hank. What the hell do you want me to say?" William shifts his eyes to the ground and fiddles with his chair's armrest. "But... Have you seen some of the people that went in there? I mean..." Jenny sighs. "You probably don't have to go anyway. You always think you have to go when you don't really." William smirks a bit, and takes on an obviously fake whiney tone. "How do you know?" Jenny stares at him, smrking a little too. "If you really have to go every time you're in the bathroom, then you need serious medical help. Its just your crazyness or whatever." William sighs and squirms some more, looking at the bathroom door. "Aww... Damn my conflicting nuerosies... Oay, okay... I'll try to hold it, but you're cleaning up any accidents." Jenny justs rolls her eyes and goes back to her book.
GM Will 12-23-03, 06:06 PM	((The cockpit doors are closed and locked, as I believe is common procedure now. )) The flight attendants begin to go from seat to seat making sure that everyone is prepared for the landing.
Jack Delaney 12-23-03, 06:07 PM	Jack leans over the woman next to him slightly to look out the window at the sights below. He nods to the woman and sighs. "So we're finally here, huh? Safe and sound."
GM Will 12-23-03, 06:13 PM	The woman smiles to Jack, and nods. "Yep, safe and sound... Guess there wasn't anything to be afraid of after all."
Kami no Kenshin 12-23-03, 06:13 PM	We were on a night extraction mission in Northern Afganistan. Some warlord was holed up in a bunch of caves, so the Intel guys said. They told us it'd be clear..... except for a couple of the guys bodyguards....... He begins to breathe a little bit heavy....... Man......when the Intel guys screw up, they screw up large. My chalk HALO'ed in a couple miles south of the caves and made our way in on foot. We got to the mouth of the cave he was supposed to be in...... that's when it all hit the fan. Guys with AK's were comin' outta the woodwork all around us, lots of guys, and they all had a real hate on for us. So we ate dirt and started shooting...... we were doing okay too..... Private Ho got on the radio and called for artillery and air support..... that's when they started getting hit....... First Lake bought it, then Jones.... I think the Eltee got it next, but I'm not sure.......he falls silent........
BarbedWings 12-23-03, 07:16 PM	((OOC ok im new, this looks kewl, but it seems you all are en-route to... uhh.. where? oh well.. Id just like to play too.))
GM Will 12-23-03, 08:41 PM	((Welcome aboard BarbedWings . :) Glad to see your interested in my thread, and MotP in general. The plane is en route to a small nameless city in northern New York. If you have any more questions about this thread or just MotP, feel free to ask.))
Gene_Kynes 12-23-03, 08:47 PM	(( Mind me joining? )) Another figure makes himself known on the plane, as he makes his way towards his seat. Dressed in rather unremarkable , dark and snug clothing that gives some of those experienced in combat the idea that this man was dressed for manuvuerability and style, instead of sacrificing one for the other. A glance to his features makes one note the Mediterranean look of this man, Spainiard mixed well with Arab...and the faintest sense of acute awareness about him, as if he was somehow watching everyone in a certain area around him. Deep blue eyes regard the man uttering the word "Afghanistan" for just a moment, before switching their gaze to that of his empty seat and abandoned novel. 'Neuromancer'. One can only slightly see the eyes behind his loose, deep black hair. As he slid into his seat, his wrists crossing slowly, tucking the book underneath the left arm, which then crosses into the right one. He seems to be entirely calm throughout the entire landing, not attracting much attention after his late visit to the lavatory. Quietly, he awaits the plane's descent. (( Eh. You mind a U.S. STRATCOM 'Ghost' joining? You...said not too unique, right? And nobody really knows the real name of Ghosts, so...not over the top? Eh? Eh? Er...sorry. Too much D20 Modern puts me in an active-lifestyle mood for character creation. ))
BarbedWings 12-23-03, 08:56 PM	((ok.. if i don't do this right... all the military men can reprimand me... about religion; is it ok? cuz this is the way id like to introduce my character....)) Near the back of the aircraft, minding mostly to himself sat a middle aged man, donned in casual, street-wear clothing, and holding in his hands a copy of the Bible with his head bowed in prayer. "...for thine is the kingdom; the power; the glory, forver and ever, amen." The man sets the Bible down, then stares at the ceiling, pondering all the mysteries in life which trouble him.
GM Will 12-23-03, 08:58 PM	((Welcome abroad Gene. :) While I'm not sure what exactly those are, so long as they actually exist, they're alowed. By unique I meant jobs held by people who's names someone would know off the top of their head. For example, I think everyone in this thread knows that George Bush is the US Presidents, and a more select group would know that NYC's mayor is Bloomberg, so both of those are off limits. However, so long as there are several members in a group, and no one in the thread is likely to name them all off the top of their heads, you're fine. ))
GM Will 12-23-03, 09:01 PM	((Barded> Real world religion is an iffy spot with the Code of Conduct. That said, so long as no one in the thread complains about the character, its fine with me. That said, if someone does have a problem with anything in this thread, please point it out to me and I'll have it changed. I know there could be some iffy areas with a thread this close to reality, and I'm sensitive to peoples beliefs. I'll happily change things that people find too offensive if I'm asked.))
Gene_Kynes 12-23-03, 10:17 PM	(( ...Ghost's just another word for Assassin, except he doesn't get paid per kill, but by missions. ;) And thanks fer letting him in, considering it maybe a bit of a gap between the ability of someone trained to kill efficently and silently, and a blue-collar teen when it comes to combat. Eh. And thanks for explaining the uniqueness part, too. )) Nabil loosens up his muscles slightly, as he actually takes time to...relax ( a dirty word at his training camp). He was by no means old, or even middle-aged...he was still merely in his twenties. Perhaps his desert-raiding upbringing had something to do with his appearently aptitude with his proffession, perhaps it didn't...but it did make one wonder.
Nugan 12-23-03, 10:31 PM	((Ohh, ok. As for combat balance, I'm going to do what I can to make sure someone doesn't loose their character unless they want to. Freedom of Destiny will still hold on this thread.)) The plane begins to descend, and the tarmack of the runway can be seen through the airplane windows. some light turbulance occurs during the descent, but nothing particularly unsettling. ((Edit: Oops, posted with the wrong SN. Oh well, this is the GM if you haven't guessed. :P ))
William H Duryea 12-23-03, 10:48 PM	William grips his armrests tighter as the light turbulance begins, and the straw in his mouth begin gyrating more severely than before. He lifts the walkman from his lap, and ups the volume a few more notches. He then closes his eyes, and begins singing along, badly off-key, to distract himself. "You know it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is it ain't no hope for tha future..." ((Bonus points to anyone who can name the song. ;) ))
Marksman 12-23-03, 11:27 PM	The Lt. turns to the Sergeant to look him in the face,seemingly concerned "Don't sweat it,man...I've lost a platoon of engineers to some loser with an RPK-79.I've also had to call a broken arrow in the middle of an enemy mine field...war ain't a pretty thing!" After a short moment of thought,suprise springs up on the Lt's face "You mean you can actually tell people stuff you've done?Some of us are lucky,I guess...I'll give yah a story of my own,if I can think of one that's cleared..." He seems to think for a bit,then a lightbulb pops up "Ah yeah...I was there in Afganistan...I think before the action was declared,at that...yup,about 2 months before the action!I had already made around 20 kills,counting 'officers' only.First time my M14 jammed in the field,big mess to.I was told to scout ahead of the recon team and hold a sand dune!Our O-B-J was this Al Quida or something campsite,some Afganny boyscouts or something...Anyways,I was in my forward position on the dune when out of nowhere pops up this Patrol!It was goin down the rode my guys were on the side of,and as mission statements go,that was not good money!They were some 900 meters away,easy pickin's if you ask me,but I'd forgotten my Silencer back at da base...Took out all 4 o' dem lickedy split,but the next thing I new,my gun was jammed and this convoy of trucks was goin' in the opposite direction;our Demo,some guy named Jones,fired his M136,but he undershot and the thing blew midway.Nothing was gonna work out the way it was planned,so we had to scrap the mission.I was already gettin' cussed out by the Col. on the way back to the forward listening post over a two-way;and even the NightHalk pilot could hear him!" ((OOC:Well,sorry for not posting sooner;holiday rush and all!Very interesting flight,and if that air freshener thing was a bomb,we're screwed!)) ((OOC:Gene:your not the only one "trained to kill efficently and silently...":D ))
HeavensRose 12-23-03, 11:43 PM	Kristine's breathing gets worse, now sounding like a wheezing noise. Sweat still drips from her forehead, down the sides of her cheek, and finally falling onto her clothing. She barely whispered, "Please..attendent, or someone..." Her eyes that were so clenched tight finally relaxed, as did her body fall suddenly incredibly relaxed for what she had just went through. Her breathing very shallow.
GM Will 12-23-03, 11:51 PM	A man a few seats away from Kristine seeing her faint, and raises both of his arms. "Stewardess! A woman just fainted over here!" A male flight attendant, trying to hide his annoyance at being called 'stewardess', hurries over to Kristine. He leans next to her, checks her pulse and shakes her lightly. "Are you okay, ma'am?"
BarbedWings 12-23-03, 11:52 PM	((ooc bah, humbug, refresh)) The man practically stands up, tohugh not undoing his seatbelt. He watches the attendant come to the troubled woman, and his immediate concern was soothed by the help of a rescuer. .oO(I do hope she's alright) He takes a look around himself, noticing the incredibly interesting flightmates he is with. He decides that he would might have to get to know these people...
HeavensRose 12-23-03, 11:58 PM	Kristine stirs slightly with a groan, but does not answer the steward. Her eyes remain closed and her pulse could barely be felt.
GM Will 12-24-03, 12:04 AM	The flight attendant, turns and hurries to the intercom system. "Listen everyone, we have a medical emergancy on the plane. Please stay seated when the plane lands and wait for word from us, so we can get the woman off the plane to medical attention right away." He then turns and hurries back to the woman, accompanied by another flight attentdant who look over Kristine as best they can, watching for any change in her condition while they wait for the plae to land.
Jack Delaney 12-24-03, 12:04 AM	Jack looks backward at the commotion with the woman in back of him, then furrows his brow and looks over at the bathroom door. o.0 (Must be unrelated..)
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 12:08 AM	Kristine lets out a few more low groans, as sweat continues to drip from her forehead. Her pulse not changing from its current state.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-24-03, 12:14 AM	The tourquis-haired, man sitting across from the v. brittish lady and - in contrary to expectations caused by his form of speech - streaming Carmen, holds his eyes half-closed, as if still rather sleepy and not even intending to fight his sleepyness, but by some movements of his face one could realize he's listening closely to everything that's going on. At one point he leans to his sleeping friend, and whispers: "That me, or we got a familiar lil' face 'ere? And no spit, 'em face ain't even bein' secretive..." Then he suddenly realizes his companion is asleep, stops whispering, and makes a facial expression easily readable to express the strongly emphasized words "i'm such an idiot!". He then leans back, enjoying the music, but his pupils do dart to all directions, while his cheek rests against the chair's back, as if for comfort. He doesn't move his head, and his eyes are still almost-closed, like those of a man soon to doze off. When the plane is announced to approach landing, he quickly gets up, pulls two backpacks and two harnesses from the cargo shelf over his head, folds the laptop and attaches it to one harness, then puts the other one on. He sits back, setting one backpack on his knees, and the other in the passage near his seat. He laies the harness he didn't put on on top of the backpack on his knees, fastens the belts for both himslef and his tired friend, and resumes his "sleepy alertness" status. Then, oh joy, the system of some woman at the back seat acts up, and an emmergency is immdiately declared. ~ "Immidiately" enough to not let a person die from cancer in that time, anyway; if she's having a heart attack they hackin' streight failed my test. The white man undoes his belt with one movement and switches places with the cargo on his knees with another, as he rises to his feet and walks quickly and almost too confidently towards the fainting woman. He moves through the others like a comb moving through well tended hair, unless someone makes a personal attempt to stop him, while speaking loudly enough to be heard over any noise the pre-panic raised, but nowhere close to shouting: "Aight now, quit Kurd-playin, any of yall a paramed? Nurse 'least? " His movements don't slow down, let alone pause, while he makes his presence felt with words. He produces from one of the many pockets in his vest a madicin box, takes out a pill* that looks like a tiny clear ball filled with clear liquid, and layes it under the woman's tngue, manually opening her mouth if need be. He streightens her in her seat, and moves her head to look up, making the throat perfectly streight. He very quickly passes his left hand over her neck, shoulder,arm and forearm to the palm, seemingly planting his fingrs in some spots along the way for mere miliseconds, while leaving his right hand under her chin for support. He starts reaching for her collar to see if it's not too tight, then apparently changes his mind reguarding the urgency of that action and starts streighting out her limbs to make sure all bloodpipes are completely unstressed. He is obviously lacking a few hands. {His, not hers.} He speaks again to everyone around him, but instead of the streetwise wrong-side style his voice has now a cmpletely different demeanor, though it sounds just as natural for him; it is a well-contained but strictly impatient tone, still utterly confident {like Maximilian Arturo form Sliders, when angry, but without raising his voice. When one would raise his voice, he just makes it sharper and quicker. "Britishly Impatient" is the key word.}: "Unless i appear to any of you, gentlemen, as the equivalent of an ambulance's complete staff, i would expect each of you to do the obvious, by aiding me, while the least resourcefull of this gathering goes forwards to call a person whose duty would forbid the idleness you all seem to embrace!" Although looking well below 40, and probably below 30 as well, the current expression in his eyes is enough to make anyone meeting the gaze to feel like a failed primary school student infront of an old-fassioned teacher for a moment. {{OOC: Originally posted by GM Will I've gathered from the thread so far: LOZ's characters are in the front most row of the characters, then your character is next (you mentioned the kid being in the seat in front of you), Jack is a row or two behind you, HeavensRose is probably in the next row, the two soldiers and the sailor are behind her in the same row, ThePreacher's behind them, and I'm (William H. Duryea) in the row across from him. Did I miss anyone?[/COLOR] Yes, very: you missed mine. As to killing people silently... anyone wishes tot ake a guess on what kinda job does Amos aka Flage has? Nugan: "Keep yo head up" by 2pac, not sure which album; where's ma cookie?}}
GM Will 12-24-03, 12:27 AM	((Quath> Damn, I knew I missed someone. So you're seated in the same row as Kulideb then? Yes, you're right on the song. I think I got a few burned macadamia nut cookies from a couple months ago somewhere... As for Amos's job: Is he a hit man?)) The plane begins to level out as it approaches the runway.
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 12:44 AM	((descript: an old man wearing a dress with a bushy, white, unkept beard with twigs and the like tangled in it. he carrys a curtain rod and a phone book. Not that the rest would know, but he has a moderate voltage taser in a pouch (back pack hes wearing on his hip..) . i already discused with the Gm how he got on the plain and has his stuff n junk like that)) Cod Runs yelling loudly from one end of the plain to the other untill stoped by flight attendants. At this time he opens his 'spell book' and chants meaningless words while waving his 'staff' around wildly. his intent is a sleeping spell.. after no effects are seen he will strike at the attendants heads with the staff claiming them 'evil minions of the dark one'
GM Will 12-24-03, 12:56 AM	The flight attendants hurry to subdue the old man. They try to grab him, and force him to sit in the isle. "Please sir... Calm down... What's wrong?" The attendant who's hit with the curtain rod winces, but doesn't release her grip.
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 01:00 AM	Cod Gasps as she speaks "Nae wench! ye shant castis thine eeeevil spells on me! I COMMAND THE LIGHTING!" as he says this (if he has a free hand) he grabs the taser and uses it on her. if shes on his arm he'll whack again, drop the staff, and then do the above tasering attempt
Jack Delaney 12-24-03, 01:01 AM	Jack peers over at the old man causing a scene and smirks. "What's wrong grandfather? Turbulence get to your head?"
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-24-03, 01:06 AM	The closest thing to an effect from his sleeping spell is massive damage to any form of natural sleep in the plane. The girl refered to as "Xy" wakes up, and sees her backpack and harness where her companion used to be. She bends forwards, without undoing the belt, to look at what's causing the noise. Uppon seeing the... wel... wild mage, she pretends to nto even be surprised, though by her first stare she obviously was. Not seeing her comrade she calls out, her tone as mundane as if she was warning about some chickens getting lose from the pen: "Check, Flage, one yor Wizzards got out da screen and got real! You gon banish 'im or somespit'? Yo where j'ya go, Flage?!"
GM Will 12-24-03, 01:09 AM	The flight attendant yelps as she's shocked and drops to the floor. The other attendant loses his grip as the old man runs, and stumbles over the other attendant, falling himself. "W-Wait!"
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 01:14 AM	Cod tucks away his spell book in his 'belt pouch', picks up his 'staff' and chases the attendant
BarbedWings 12-24-03, 01:15 AM	Having heard the 'excitement', the man peers to the sitauation, and chuckles. .oO(oh what this earth has been blessed with...) Peers out the window, examining the landscape below. He seems to forget why he had come, or whhy he even lef his home. He thinks to himself that really just had to get away, just go somewhere. Well, he went somewhere where he thought was nowhere, and was obviously wrong byhis company.
Gene_Kynes 12-24-03, 01:17 AM	Processing....
Drindin 12-24-03, 03:13 AM	The sailor reaches into his canvas bag, and pulls out the one heavy object it contained beyond his lunch. His lucky fish cudgel, which he then pops into his pocket, incase he needs to knock the man over the head with it... He pushes himself past the sailors, (revealing his true hieght of six and one half-feet, with a fishermans build. {strong, but beefy}) and stands behind the wild man, clearing his throat. "Sir, I've not been one for rules m'self. But ye don't go whackin' innocent women on the head." He murmurs more to himself than anyone else. Once the man turns around (assuming he does) the newf attempts to put the old man into a massive bear hug, squeezing only tight enough to keep him restrained.
kulideb 12-24-03, 04:42 AM	Michelle put her belt on and griped the arm rests waiting for the plane to land. She could hear a woman breathing loudly, and then some one calling out for a steward. The man with the tourquise hair just opposit her got up and went to help. Michelle sighed and unbuckled her belt. "I have some medical training." she said as she approached the womans seat. The tourquise haired man was already checking the woman over. "It might be worth checking her bag to see if she is on any medication." she said to one of the stewards. Just then one of the other passengers, an old man got up and started to play up, again one of the flight crew tried to calm him. Michelle looked up as the young girl called out to the tourquise haired man, wizards? she thought I bet he's into that strange D&D stuff, at least that would explain the strange hair colour although the way he spoke indicated that he was intelligent. The old man had got past the steward and now the man in the sailor hat was trying to calm him.
LOZ 12-24-03, 05:34 AM	As all the action was going, on Liam stoped crying and stood on his chair trying to get a better look. Jess sat staring at the chair infront. "Sit down, before you fall."she said turning to look at him. Liam looked at her stern face and sat back down.
ThePreacher 12-24-03, 06:21 AM	As the announcement was sounded, the blonde man lifted his left headphone and looked out of the window, a distant look in his eyes. o O (Shi*... Already here eh? Took 'em long enough though...) As a sudden commotion started somewhere infront, he just leaned to the left, to peer into the isle, and just barely managed to pull back as a crazed man in a dress rushed through the passage way waving with some sort of a metal pipe. o O( What the ****? damn.. Crazy motha******... I guess this is the sign we're in us airspace... heh) ((ooc: Gm, Actually I'm sitting one row infront of the soldiers and behind Kulideb's character. And, how can Loz's characters be sitting in the most front row if the little boy kicked the chair infront of him?.. anyway, it's not so important I guess.)) ((ooc: Hmm... If I'm not mistaken it's one of 2pac's songs, but I can't remember which one..))
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 07:09 AM	He was just standing up, and excusing himself to the Lieutenant to offer his services when the crazy passenger wigged out..... Excuse me, sir, I have some medical train......what the?!?!?!? He watched the crazy man for a moment before stepping into the isle and staring straight into his face, sir, please take your seat. We have a medical emergency on the plane, and if you don't calm down..... I'll have to restrain you. He pulls out a thick zip-tie from one of his pockets an moves slowly toward the man.....
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 09:55 AM	The woman's condition seems to worsen each minute that passes. Her body continued to get covered in sweat, her groaning becoming more painful by the minute, her pulse staying the same though its very hard to feel. She has one bag under the seat next to her. It looks like a red backpack on wheels with a rectracting lever on the back. There was no design, save for the company's logo, a yellow Eiffel Tower outlined by a yellow rectangle, TravelPro.
Gene_Kynes 12-24-03, 11:23 AM	Listen. You can hear it. He had ignored almost everything around him. Let someone else be the hero. Let someone else feel glory. That's what his job was, at least. To slip the hero a perfect setup, and then slip away to the shadows while he was treated as a god. He was the secondary lead in the show. The chess piece that traps the king in stalemate, but was too subtly placed to notice. Listen to the sound a woman makes when pained. Ailed. A newpaper with explosives laced into the fibers, left in a warehouse's wastebin. A burning cigarette tossed in a staged act of carelessness into that wastebin. The calm steps. Listen to the sound of flaming pillars that reach out vainly to touch the sky. Listen to the heated death of Hazb'Allah's shadowed lietenants. At the very least, that's what Intelligence told. Listen to blood running down the dusty stairwells. The blood of the weak. "Evil minions of the Dark One!" Of the mad. The fifth mission was the deepest wound. That man had accepted his death, looking at a framed picture of his daughters one last time. Men don't know how hard and easy it is to kill a man. Listen to the sound Muhammed B'zaz makes as the garrote cuts into his throat. He hated killing in public places. There was always some innocent sound that would remind him of the kill. To the laughter of children. He hated alot of things. His mind echoing. And ironically enough...he hated killing, but killing was his life. His niche. He had fought in several skirmishes in the desert, and even took up arms in the Lebanese Civil War, and he could never go back. He had lost his emotionless edge to the job a long time ago. Now it was just guilt and respect for each life he took. Listen to a world in pain. You can hear it. ((OOC: Sorry about that long, longity-post, all. But if I don't establish my character's psyche early on, I tend to forget it when it'd be useful. Eg. ))
Marksman 12-24-03, 11:55 AM	Sick and tired of the crazed old man's dress wafting in his face as he runs by,the Lt.decides to take action. (Accent)-"That's it..." He stands from his seat and pulls his Colt M1911 .45 right when the old man nears him... (In Texan Accent)-"Sir,Please put the pipe and uh...yellow pages down and have a seat somewhere...your really pissin' me off!"
LOZ 12-24-03, 12:10 PM	Jess went back to staring her eyes full of thought. Liam was still looking around and watching everything that was going on. He looked at Jess to see that she was not paying attention so he stood up on his chair again.
BarbedWings 12-24-03, 12:31 PM	Now, aware of the potentially dangerouse situation, stands up unafraid of the landing. "I hope you don't intend to shoot tat." He says, in a heavy German accent. "Because one wrong shot could bring this presurized cabin to, vell, a miserly state."
Marksman 12-24-03, 12:50 PM	Hearing the German man warning him of the situation,the Lt.turns to face him (In Texan Accent)-"I know the sichiation,Sir.We are too close to the ground to decompressurize.I've been in a C-130 with a hole the size of Loosiana in the side of it at near 10 K feet,and all we got was a lil' tur-bu-lance!" That said,he turns back to the crazed old man running up and down the hallway "Sir,please calm down...NOW..."
BarbedWings 12-24-03, 02:35 PM	"Vell, a li'l tur-bu-lance is more tan enough to kill zomebody on an aircraft. Especially un-trained and ill-fit. Not to mention ze medical situation ve have, I beleive veapons vill only make zis vorse." With that said he sits back down, wondering if the plane did have a turbulant landing, how many people would be thrown off their feet into places unknown; the damage could be severe. However, teh military man looks quite stubborn, and the German man would not like to argue the point further.
Marksman 12-24-03, 02:59 PM	The Lt. looks back at the German man... "Nothing would happen,but if it makes you happy..." and holsters his weapon. "Now will someone stop that lunatic?" He slides back into his seat,and starts to eat the food he got before sitting down,eating it quickly as to finish before they land...
BarbedWings 12-24-03, 03:03 PM	"Tank you, zir. I vill nicht disagree zer are a time fur guns, but now I beleive vie should get ready zu land und be on vit our lives."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-24-03, 03:10 PM	When the woman who sat across from him approached and stated she might know what she's doing, he takes a step to the side without releasing the fainted woman's chin, to let miss britain approach the faintee. His voice is still impatient: "Good, so act acordingly, if you please! Now sir ranger, seeing as the navy is dealing with our leak of sanity, you may well do as the woman said and look through our patient's belongings. You mentioned medical skill, so seek and identify any medicins she has with her; i gave her some adrenalin to keep her stable, but this won't do if the lot of you choose to keep up this dumbfounded apathy!" Then comes his cmpanion's call, Check, Flage, one yor Wizzards got out da screen and got real! You gon banish 'im or somespit'? Yo where j'ya go, Flage?! Once again his voice changes completely, from the almost james-bondic intionation to that of a simple, hip-hop-raised urban youth. He answers cheerfully, as if nothing happened: "Can't be, ma kitty, 's left th' thang down. Now come 'ere Xy, i's need a girl who think fast 'n' clear, a-c'mon!" {{OOC: The pill he put in her mouth is a slow-release adrenalin pill, Basicly it won't let her heart stop, but won't be enough to gt her out of it either. Nugan: Nope, not a hitman, though sometimes his job involves "hits". Preach: too late, i got the cookie. :smirk:}}
Gene_Kynes 12-24-03, 03:52 PM	"How...the hell...?" Nabil simply glanced at the man with the firearm, a lazy kind of apathy in his eyes. "Aiming a weapon at somebody won't calm them down." Slipping on his tight, leather gloves, Nabil simply remains in his seat. The woman attracted alot of attention. As did the crazy man. This could all be a set-up to draw attention away from the pilots. This is a weak-point. His mind cycled through his...'equipment.' One-time-use empty magazine in main part of the cellphone...the actual phone was a much thinner device attached to the magazine's protective and concealing shell. Slide, recoil spring, and two bullets suspended by foam in the battery compartment of his digital camera. But that was in his carry-on. Reciever concealed in the bottom of his laptop. That was the hardest to slip by, and STRATCOM had made the job sightly easier by providing the laptop. His duty was to preserve his own life, however. Not to be a hero in a hijacking. He finally inventoried the three clips and barrel that were concealed in his carryon-case itself, diverting attention from itself to the contents of the case. Sighing, he leant down and pulled out the case...leaving it on the seat next to him. The clips were already all in his pocket, as was the dismantled but functional cellphone "face", and the barrel. He managed to keep attention away from himself long enough that any sudden violence would result in buying him time, and producing enough panic that nobody would notice the assembly. He hated his paranoia.
ThePreacher 12-24-03, 04:14 PM	((OOC: Damn! Now I scrolled back and saw your smal post scriptum!!! Hehe... How did u remember it was "keep ya head up"?))
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 04:23 PM	He suddenly jumps at the crazy man, attempting to tackle him and wrestle him to the aircraft's deck, and then employ the zip tie to bind his hands behind his back.......
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 04:25 PM	Cod ignores the fisher and doesnt turn around, instead he continues on his way to the front of the plain until the milatary man gets in his way. He doesnt really stop his run as he swerves into the row of seats to the left one row befor where the ranger is. he runs down this (to the best of his ability what with people being there) until he abruptly stops and jumps over the row of seats infront of him, then the next, untill he gets to the front at which point he will try for the door to the next section. Hes rather quick about it all and will taser anyone in his way and/or whack um with his rod so keep that in mind
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 04:26 PM	Slams into him from behind, with a vicious jab to his lower back....the area around his kidneys.....
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 04:27 PM	((posted at the same time =s )) Cod chooses to jump over the seat at the time Kenshin jumps for him
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 04:29 PM	Grabs his legs, attempting to pull him down.......
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 04:32 PM	's dress is caught and ripped. The old man grumbles and continues on his way
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 04:33 PM	Pulls a small truncheon out of his pocket and clubs the man on the back of the head......
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 04:35 PM	((cod is over the seat by then and isnt hit))
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 04:37 PM	Throws himself over the seat onto the man's back........
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 04:42 PM	((there are people in the seats aswell so keep that in mind)) the old man squeeks as hes tackled and being he has the taser in one hand he uses it
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 04:45 PM	((It would seem that you too have forgotten that. Do you honestly believe that people sitting in a seat would just passively sit there while an armed maniac was coming toward them? But you don't seem to mind pointing it out when its convienent..... funny that.....)) As the man reaches around, he grabs his wrist and pins the hand with the taser to the deck of the aircraft, then twists the man's wrist to force him to release it.....
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 04:52 PM	(( Yes i do. From what ive seen people tend to curl up and scream. not jump up and run when theres no where to go. + we're landing so theres the turbulance causing some problems. In the end its up to the gm what the people do, but being hes not here right now we'll just have to leave the matter alone.)) the arm is pined, the taser taken. The old man crys out "Theres a bomb on the plain! if you dont let me go my allies will detonate it! MWAHAHAHAHA. A spell of Fire and destruction i cast upon ye all!"
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 04:57 PM	Originally posted by Crazy old dude Cod ignores the fisher and doesnt turn around, instead he continues on his way to the front of the plain until the milatary man gets in his way. He doesnt really stop his run as he swerves into the row of seats to the left one row befor where the ranger is. he runs down this (to the best of his ability what with people being there) until he abruptly stops and jumps over the row of seats infront of him, then the next, untill he gets to the front at which point he will try for the door to the next section. Hes rather quick about it all and will taser anyone in his way and/or whack um with his rod so keep that in mind ((no. i never forgot))
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 04:58 PM	((Well....if they were not a problem for you, they would not be a problem for me.)) He zaps the man with the taser, to stun him for a moment then pulls out the zip tie and restrains the man's hands behind his back.........he was bleeding a bit from the head, where he'd hit it going over one of the seats....... He calls out to the flight attendant, tell the pilot to radio the tower and have the police standing by, and that we have this guy restrained in custody. Also, tell them to have an ambulance standing by for the woman. He maintains his grip on the unruly passenger.....
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 05:00 PM	(( i never said they would be a problem now did i? No. i only pointed out that they were there.))
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 05:02 PM	Sombody help me get this guy buckled into a seat, please!!
Marksman 12-24-03, 05:36 PM	The Lt.gets up from his seat with something circular and shiny in his hand and runs over to the Sergeant *SqreEeEeEeEeEeEeK!* "This Duck Tape™ might help,always carry a roll with me!" With the man pinned to a seat,the Lt. proceeds to tape the man to it,wrapping it around him eight or so times...
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-24-03, 05:40 PM	The black girl reluctantly undoes her belt, and squeezes past the large backpack. She begins to walk to the back, where "Flage" is trying to get people to act efficiently, but probably assums enough figures already stack there, and answers the call of the unfamiliar military person. She passes quickly by him, murmuring "I talk 'em down - you sit 'em up." and aproaches the old fool's face, kneeling by him, holding his face in her hands gently, she tries talking to him calmly as if he was her silly baby: "Now c'mon, errr... Archymagus, ya know there ain't no bomb, right? You ain't wishin harm t'no one, j'yu? Nah, nah, ...'sides - ya gotta be a gnome to do sh' like bombs and spit, aight? And you's a man all over, nothin' gnomish 'bout you, right? Now c'mon, there's a lay needin' a doc.. err... a cleric there, and ya can't be wastin yer spells 'round her, aight? You ain't wantin' any magical sh' to get up her and drive 'er soul out, j'ya?"
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 05:41 PM	((Just to clarify, Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai, He's already restrained. It's just a matter of getting him into a seat.....;) )) Lieutenant, I don't think that'll be necessary, sir. His hands are bound, and we're almost on the ground. We could use another zip-tie on his legs though..... You COULD sit beside him with the taser and make sure he doesn't move, while I go try to tend to that fainted woman over there......
BarbedWings 12-24-03, 06:19 PM	.oO(My, my all the comotion. I just hope I make it to this place in the state of peace I wanted to, and to complete my business arrangement.) "How long does it take a plane to land..."
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 06:39 PM	"Gnome!? GNOME!? I most certainly arnt a gnome. Im a Leprichan!" ((yah.. spelled that wrong)) "Now that youve caught me you must let me go that i may give you a pot of gold. or $100 bills.. which ever you want.. If not, My friends will activate the sphere containing the fireball. unless you want all the people in the air port to die too i suggest you dont land." Cod smiles then starts laughing insanely for no aperant reason
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 06:58 PM	He glances down at the man...... you can keep both your gold AND your money. They may come in handy where you're going. Some nice men on the ground in white coats are gonna have a nice comfy padded room waiting for you. He turns to tend to the fainted woman.....
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 07:03 PM	The woman stirs, her brown eyes looking around her. Her eyes open to see a man and a woman near her, "Please..." she whispers.
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 07:05 PM	He glance at the Attendant, could you grab a medkit from somewhere? Do you have any oxygen equipment on board? If you do, get it. ?He looks down at the woman. It's all right ma'am. I'm trained as a paramedic. You're gonna be just fine, he says in a soothing voice. Now, can you tell me if you're on any medication? D'you have any health problems?
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 07:07 PM	She shakes her head no, "No..medical or medicine..."
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 07:08 PM	Okay. Any pain anywhere? I'm just gonna loosen your collar a bit, make it easier for you to breathe. He reaches up and loosens the top button on her collar, have you been under stress lately? D'you have any problems flying?
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 07:10 PM	She nods, "Pain in my head..and I feel like...like I'm about to burn up inside and pass out again."
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 07:12 PM	He places a hand on her head, checking for temperature, then checks her pulse, and then pulls out a small flashlight, try to follow the light with your eyes, ma'am. Don't move your head. How about flying, are you okay on planes?
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 07:19 PM	Just touching her forehead one could feel how hot she was, her temperature easily in the 100's and her pulse is very low. She couldn't for the light hurt her eyes, "Please.. that hurts my eyes sir. Flying? I am surprised you have not seen my face on television due to my father. He was well known throught the Air Force, Krendall Flaren, he died a week ago. I suppose him dying in a plane might be a factor in this.."
Kami no Kenshin 12-24-03, 07:30 PM	((By now, I should hav an approximation of what's wrong......)) Uhh.... I've been out of the country in a place where they don't really have American television...... Okay....I'm going to put this mask over your face, and hook you up to the oxygen. He places an oxygen mask over her face..... and I'm going to put this little clipper thingie over your finger to monitor your pulse and heart rate...... ((Later all. I gotta go to work.....))
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 07:33 PM	She nods and lets him do whatever he needs to in order to tell and find out whats wrong. (ooc: see ya Kami!)
GM Will 12-24-03, 07:55 PM	((Sorry all, its been a hectic day, what with Christmas Eve and all. Preacher> I think I was too vague, I meant that Jess and Liam were the upermost of the characters. There are a few rows of nameless NPC passengers in front of them.)) The passenger watch restlessly as the man is restrained. Those near the seats that he jumped over either scream and shield themselves or simply cower. When the man claims that there's a bomb on the flight, pandimonium begins to break out. People start to yell and cry, some unbuckle their seat belts and try to reach the emergency exits. The flight attendants move immediately, blocking the exits and trying to calm the frantic passengers. Meanwhile, the plane touches down and begins to skid to a stop on the tarmack.
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 08:00 PM	As the plane lands, a look of relief passes through her eyes.
GM Will 12-24-03, 08:02 PM	A desperate looking attendant finally reaches them with the oxygen kit. "Here you go sir... What's wrong with her?" As shen finishes saying this, and before she can get an answer, she turns and grabs a frantic looking man by the arm. "Sir, please don't panic, The plane will have landed soon, and we'll need everyone to cooperate if we're going to have a sucesful evacutation." The man slaps her hand, pushes her to the ground, and makes for an already blocked emergancy exit.
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 08:05 PM	She takes the oxygen mask off and says to the attendent, "I need a cold cloth, think you could get me one?"
William H Duryea 12-24-03, 08:19 PM	William is broken from his Tupac induced trance by the panic. He whips his headphones down and turns to Jenny, shaking even more than before. "Jenny... What's..." Jenny tries to hide her own shivering, and shrugs. "Some crazy guy said there's a bomb on the plane." William grips his armrest tighter and cranes his head from side to side. "Oh god Jenny... Oh god..." Jenny sighs. "He sounded pretty crazy. I'm sure he was lying Hank. Calm down." William unbuckles his seat belt and starts to stand. "I'm not gonna die here Jenny." William tries to get into the isle only to be knocked back into his seat by the rush of passengers. He grabs his knees, bites his lower lip, and begins to shake in his chair. "Or maybe I am..."
Marksman 12-24-03, 08:42 PM	The Lt. stands to look at all the chaos going on around him,and with one quick reaction,yells at the top of his lungs... "SHUT UP!!!" He sits down and starts on his food again,which is almost cold,until he hears there's a bomb on the plane... .oOOh God...not this again...least noone here has an RPK...
Jack Delaney 12-24-03, 08:57 PM	Jack stays fastened into his seat, looking around at all the hell breaking loose. He shakes his head and smirks. o.0 ( Wow, I wonder if every American flight is like this...if so there's no need for me to spray anthrax to induce panic..)
GM Will 12-24-03, 09:46 PM	The flight attendant by Kristine struggles back to her feet, nods, and removes a wet towl from a compartment, handing it to her. "Don't worry... I'm sure everything will be ok."
GM Will 12-24-03, 09:50 PM	The woman next to Jack screams when she hears the old man, and spins to look at the part-arabic man ((Gene)) near the near of the plane, having obviously noticed him before. She stands on her chair and points at him. "It was him! I know it! Just... Just look at him!" Thwe woman then drops back into her seat, leans against Jack and starts crying. "you know what I mean... Please protect me..."
GM Will 12-24-03, 09:57 PM	The plane comes to a stop on the runway. The flight attendants open the emergency exits, and try to start an orderly evacuation of the plane, but instead passengers simply rush outside, sliding down the inflatable ramps below the exits, and colliding with each other in the process. A group of airport personel and New York State Police stationed on the landing strip prevent them from getting very far once they get off though.
BarbedWings 12-24-03, 10:19 PM	.oO( oh this is great, I wonder what sort of drugs, weapons... bombs... they'll find on us. Not to mention what they might find on me...) Gets up, and moves with the flow of hte rest of the passengers to the exit until in the hands of the police, swat, or whatever received him.
Crazy old dude 12-24-03, 10:39 PM	Cod gnaws at whatever holds him
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-24-03, 11:06 PM	The girl rolls her eyes as the man declares himself to be a leprechaun, thinking Flage and her should have switched positions. She does not enjoy dealing with fantasy-loonatics... it was Flage's part, if not hobby. The man actually refered to a thirteen years old geek from her class as "Master", to her bipolar-disturbed uncle as "Rogue", and that's just the begining of the list! Seeing as the man is safely brought into something that can be tightly called a sitting positions, she walks back to her window seat. Her companion withdraws from his post as well, after feeling convinved enough in the paramed's competence... however while he turns around, before he steps away, he leans to the british woman's ear and speaks quietly, though not in a whisper, his tone somewhat dry and bitter. "Do stay with her, m'lady. I would be loath to leave a woman's life in the hands of an american army-man, no matter his skill and manner." After havng said that, he walks back towards his seat. THe panic is already boiling up as he walks, and when a person runs into him, he grabs him by the shoulder, gives him a shake, and looks into his eyes with that stern-mentor-to-little-kid look. His index fingers reach up to support the man's head, making sure the man won;t avoid his gaze. He speaks in a strong and comfident, but not overly high or quick voice, sharply emphasizing each word: "There is no bomb, understand? Now relax and help bring some sence into the others. Your panic annoies me." He keeps holding the person untill he is certain that the man is back clear thinking and will remain that way for a while, then he releases him as if it ws a small anymal. He only repeats that with one more person before reaching his place, probably not beliving it would be worthwile to give this treatment to every passanger who runs amok. As he reaches his row, and before finally sitting down next to the young black girl, he turns to face the entire aisle, an shouts, to be heard above the noise of panic. He makes his voice sound as stable and steady as possible, which is much harder now that he has to actually yell - a practice he avoided so far. He concentrates on gaining the people's attention and causing them a pause, making a short stop after each sentance to see wether it fills with silence or noise: "Yo bunch a' maw-whacking fools!!! You gon shut the crack up as Lute' 'ere siad, and you gon keep y'selves real! Now there ain't no alien invasion, or landbased attack, or terroristic highjacking, or whatever the crack else yall's para-whackin'-noic lil' imaginations made yall think! Now you fear somespit? Then you hold yer maws shut and your ears cocked, and you gon search the plane, aight?! And you gon' do it liek a bunch of grown up, ment'-healthy gents, and not like whatever sh' you got playin' up!" He pushes a few of the panicing people towards the first class, some towards the bathrooms, and some to other "strategic" directions, encouraging them to search systematically and thus saticefy theyr paranoya. Wether he gains any success or not, at some point he's getting tired of "directing the flock", and sinks tiredly and loudly into his seat after removing the backpack from there. He turns to the girl, asking ironically: "'Scovered an'thang?" "Yepe, ol' boy's a leprechaun. You?" "Girlie's dad loved to fly, famme still gettin' over it." "Y'know, if that kinda sh' was goin down ev'where we go, we'd be gettin much more spit doen for the paper..." "Don't gimme ideas, ma Xy, gettin' 'em fools to panic be easy as eatin' cheries - drill's to calm 'em down later, heh." "Yeah, 'bout that..." "S'impolite, yo, keep it down till we's outa plane!" "Heh! Here, kitty kitty kitty..." Theyr conversation dies under the less hushed sounds as it becomes more and more obscure. When the plane finally lands and stops, both are fast asleep, apparently tired from the "spiritual" effort made after a relatively long time of atrophation. They are not only the last to exit the plane, but are also the only ones who actually needed the stimulation of someone waking them up to do so.
Marksman 12-24-03, 11:19 PM	((OOC:When I say Duck Tape™,I mean DUCT tape...the kind they stick airplanes together with...it's aluminum laced,strong as steel,yet bendy!NOONE could gnaw out of that!)) After sliding out of the plane,the Lt. sprints his way over to the cargo hatch... (Texan Accent from now on...)-"IF YOU MP-TYPES EVEN GO NEAR MY ISSUED WEAPON,I WILL HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE THAN TO USE LETHAL FORCE!!!"
HeavensRose 12-24-03, 11:26 PM	She smiles to the woman who gave her the towel, and nods to her as the oxygen mask was back on her. Her eyes follow the people as they crowd to leave and she shakes her head.
LOZ 12-25-03, 05:08 AM	As the plane comes to land Jess grabs liam and belts him into the chair. Jess looks around the plane. "well at least it's been entertaining" Liam said to Jess. Jess smiled. She got thier hand luggage and set off to one of the exits. As they came down the inflatable ramps and stopped at where the police were stood. Liam smiles as he looks around. Jess folds her arms and stares at the floor looking rather miserable.
ThePreacher 12-25-03, 06:30 AM	All the commotion seems hardly disturbing to the blonde man. However when someone mentioned a bomb, he started getting serious. "What the hell is going on here??" He exclaimed loudly "Is this a :censored::censored::censored::censored: :censored::censored::censored: nut house? Or more percisely, a nut plane... Damn." o O (I better get out of here though, you never should stick around in places where there has been a mentioning of something that might blow up... Wouldn't be wise.. Hell, I'm glad we've already landed, time to get the fu** outta here). Standing up, the man straightened his clothes and grabbed his backpack. He then quickly walked down the isle towards the nearest exit, trying to avoid any insane or panicked people. On halfway he stumbles upon a strarnge scene - A wierd man with tourquise hair giving out strange orders to civilians, demanding them to act as a police bomb squad. o O (Woah... Someone has just landed on earth... How stupid can people get? I better get the hell outta here before he tries to sentence me to deathrow like the others.) The man takes a turn left, deciding to walk by from the other side of the saloon, so to keep safe distance from the control-maniac. Hopefully he reaches the exit in no time and finds himself out of the plane.
Kami no Kenshin 12-25-03, 07:03 AM	He smiles slightly down at his patient, 'scuse me just a minute ma'am. The medics are gonna be here soon to get you off the plane. His calm visage melts away......in its place is the kind of angry look you might expect to see on an Army drill sergeant......he looks up at the crush of people at the door and bellows in a voice so unbelievably loud that it seems to reverberate around the cabin..... it almost remeinds you of the drill instructor from Full Metal Jacket....... LISTEN UP YOU PRIMITIVE SCREWHEADS!!!!!! I CAN SAY WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY THAT THERE IS NO BOMB ON BOARD THIS AIRCRAFT!!!!!!!!! NOW CALM THE HELL DOWN BEFORE I HAVE TO COME OVER THERE!!!!!! ONE AT A DAMN TIME DOWN THE RAMP!!!!!!! He glances back down at his patient, I'm awful sorry about that ma'am. I think what you've been experiencing is just an anxiety attack. Maybe..... well maybe your father's death spooked you. You did say he was a pilot, right? And he died in a plane crash? The physical symptoms are all consistent with accute anxiety...... what with all the excitement around here. Are you feeling any better?
HeavensRose 12-25-03, 08:10 AM	She nods to him and takes the oxygen mask off, "I am feeling much better now, thank you." She slowly stands up and then hugs the man who helped her, "If there is anyway I can repay you or do anything for you please let me know. Or maybe if your going to stay here in the area, check around at the hotels here or I'm sure you can figure out a way to find me. I like to spend time at the book stores and coffeehouses." She winks at him then slides past him into the walkway.
Kami no Kenshin 12-25-03, 08:25 AM	Uhh....ma'am.... you should wait to let the paramedics on the ground check you out. As a matter of fact, I'd suggest letting them take you to hospital, just to make sure you're okay. Besides....... I wouldn't want to press my way through THAT..... He gestures to the panicked crowd attempting to force thier way off the aircraft.....
HeavensRose 12-25-03, 08:36 AM	She looks at him, then the crowd and then back to him, "Listen, I'm here alone and I will be for awhile as seeing how I am here to help make preperations for my father's funeral. I could not take being alone at the hospital." Her eyes lowered to the walkway's floor.
LOZ 12-25-03, 10:30 AM	Jess felt tired and was rather fed up. she didn't really pay much attention to Liam. Her mind was somewhere else. Why she felt miserable, she would look at Liam and see how care free he was, the way in which he didn't worry. She knew she should have been more worried about all the crazy people and the people with weapons. How her and/or Liam could have got hurt, but her mind just couldn't focus. Liam noticed how her mood had changed. He thought back to the week before they were both smiling and laughing and thier mum. He didn't understand why they had to come here to visit thier dad. This would be the first time Liam would see his dad since he was a baby. Oh well he thought if he didn't like this so called dad of his he could go home and see his mum. "Do you think he has got us presents?" He said smiling and pulling on the sleeve of her denim jacket. "Ummm.." Jess mumbled taking a step away from him and still looking at the ground.
Drindin 12-25-03, 11:20 AM	The sailor patiently waits for the crowd to clear, before stepping off the plane himself. "Dear God, what a rabble that was." He mutters to himself. He slips his fish cudgel back into it's canvas sack, stepping into the air port, looking around. "Now, why was I here again?"
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-25-03, 12:21 PM	When the plane finally empties up {It did empty up, did it?}, the girl wakes up, probably because of the relative silence, and slides into her harness and into the straps of her backpack. She lays a hand on her fellow's shoulder and the white man produces some indistinct sound. She touches a spot under his ear with her finger, and his eyes shot open, as he wakes up instantly. She cheerfully speaks to him while he yawns: "C'mon, sh's over, less go down." "Aight, 'least we ca-see who think clear 'ere." "Wha? Flage, you's a 'holic. f'real, you be thinkin' who to ally 'ready, and no spit's 'appened yet. I'm sayin - why think now who's gang and who's not? Man..." "You wanna waste time on it when sh' does come crashin'?" "Whay be so lame sure it's ever gonna?" "We's journs, spit always breakes loose when we's 'round." "Aight, so lemme guess: realest man on plane 's that leprechaun mage, right?" "... ah-AHM" "Wha?" "The parachute ranger, then the fleetsman, then that younger version of Miss Marple, in that order." "Aight, now that you on it, j'yu seen wha'i seen?" "That CD"L kinda bro?" "Yeah, s'just you thinkin' CD"L, i be thinkin' B"M's Force17..." "Point, did go 'bout like he don't wanna be seen." "Or 'mem'rized..." "Well, he gettin' just that, then." Both rise simulanteously, and the white man puts his backpack on. They walk without haste towards the exit, obviously the last ones to leave the plane, and standing in sharp contrast to the commotion that was going on just moments ago.
GM Will 12-25-03, 01:47 PM	((Just a note, so everyone understands what's going on: There's a ring of state police and airport secuirity guards on the runway, preventing anyone from slipping away. There's no sign of any military personel yet, aside from the ones already on the plane.)) The state police and airport security work to calm the passengers on the runway. A small, nervous man with a megaphone wearing an airport persenal uniform steps foward. "L-listen everyone, w-we are going to lead you into the air-airport where we'll have to detain all of you until this crisis is re-resolved... Please cooperate..." The police and gaurds then try to leaed the crowd into the airport's main building.
GM Will 12-25-03, 01:51 PM	A group of EMS workers, accompanied by three state police officers board the now nearly-empty plane, and hurry over to Kristine. "Ma'am, we're going to try to get you off this plane. Do ypou feel you can walk with our support, or do you need a stretcher?" As the lead doctor speaks, another one performs a brief check on Kristine's vital signs.
William H Duryea 12-25-03, 02:04 PM	William finally manages to exit the plane near the rear of the crowd. He stands on the tarmack, visibly shaken, staring blankly ahead at the comotion with glazed over eyes. Jenny exits next to him, seeming less agitated and more alert. He turns his head towards her slowly and blinks. "Jenny... What just...." Jenny simply shrugs and goes back to watching the show on the runway.
LOZ 12-25-03, 02:07 PM	Jess follows the police towards the building she turns her head slightly to see behind her. Liam follwed not far behind her, he had a sparkle of excitement in his eyes.
Sergeant LaBarge 12-25-03, 03:05 PM	An overwieght man in a New York state police uniform stands away from the others, taking to the two flight attendantas who were attacked by the old man. He has a long grey-brown mustache and close trimmed beard, both of which are fllecked with fresh white powder. A tall, thin man with an open notebook stands next to him, jotting down the exchange.
William H Duryea 12-25-03, 03:17 PM	William notices Jenny staring at something and follows her gaze to Sergeant LaBarge. He gulps, and spins to try to cover her mouth. "Jenny, don't..." Jenny grabs his hand and pushes it down. She speaks in a stutterring, porky-esque voice. "P-p-p-pig." ((Edit: Leave it to me to misspell stuttering that badly.))
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-25-03, 03:20 PM	The two who refered to eachother as Flage and Xy walk idly side by side, after stepping out form the plane, looking at the people around them and noting where everyone head. They resemble one of the few isles of calmness in the flow of overly dramatical crowd. Markingly so, even. With a snobbish, eye-rolling and tired tone, the white man asks, addressing no one in particular, but sure his companion shares his viewes: "What crysis?" The black teenager makes a sarcastic expression as well and shruggs. "Wellcome to the U whackin' S of A..."
GM Will 12-25-03, 03:40 PM	((Kami, Marksman> Did either of you stay on the plane with COD? Is COD still on the plane?))
kulideb 12-25-03, 03:48 PM	Michelle allowed the others to look after the woman, as the plane started to land. She sank down into her seat, her mind focusing on the meeting ahead. She waited as the passengers started to leave, till it was just the tourquise haired man and the young girl. Michelle picked up her rucksac, she had no other laugage. She swore under her breath, in a language that almost sounded dutch. Things hadn't gone to plan. First she had missed her flight and ended up on this one, then going to help the fainting female had drawn attenttion to herself, some thing her boss had warrned her not to do and now due to some other mad man they were being given a 'warm' welcome. She walked off the plane and made her way over to one of the officials. "Sir, will we be detained for long? I have to meet up with some one." she said in her best british accent.
GM Will 12-25-03, 03:53 PM	The official shrugs, giving Michelle an exasperated look. "I don't know... I guess it depends on whether anything turns up or not... But... I really don't know... We're just doing what the police say... They are going to be the ones who decide when everyone can leave... Sorry."
ThePreacher 12-25-03, 03:58 PM	The blonde man, dressed in a jeans outfit walks out of the airplane. Seeing all the armed officers around him his eyes sparkle. o O (Well well well... What a nice welcome party! Heh, I guess you can see this not only in the movies after all...shiiiii*) He threw his backpack on one shouder and went with the flow of people, being escorted by police officers.
kulideb 12-25-03, 03:59 PM	Michelle looked at her watch, "Well, can I at least make a phone call." she said to the official.
Sergeant LaBarge 12-25-03, 04:00 PM	LaBarge finishes with the flight attendants, and gives them a dissmissive wave. He turns and waddles into the aircraft. "Damn terrorist bull. I had the next few days off for the holidays too..."
GM Will 12-25-03, 04:05 PM	The airport employees nods. "Sure... There's payphones in the airport lobby if you need them..."
kulideb 12-25-03, 04:06 PM	Michelle pulled a mobile phone from her bag, and began to type in some numbers.
Kami no Kenshin 12-25-03, 04:09 PM	((I'm still on the plane with Kristine......Cod, I believe, got off.)) He glances at the airport doctor...... she's okay, sir. I've stablized her, for the most part. He reads of a crisp report about her symptoms, now....I'm by no means a medical expert..... I'm just an army medic. But it seems to me she's just had a severe anxiety attack. He looks at the NYPD officer, and gestures to Crazy Old Bastard, restrained in the seat..... officer, this man went insane. He grabbed a taser from one of the flight attendants and went around threatening people with it, and he was spouting off about a bomb. I was finally able to restrain him and confine him here. He produces the taser, and hands it to the officer. He looks down at Kristine...... don't worry, ma'am. If you go to the hospital, I'll stay with you 'til you get out..... I just need to make a call.......
William H Duryea 12-25-03, 04:13 PM	William gives a sigh of relief as the Sergeant walks away without hearing Jenny, and starts fiddling with his collar. "Damn Jenny, don't do that..." Jenny shrugs, continuing into the airport. "Come on Hank, there's no way he could hear over all these people. Plus... I hate pigs." William laughs a little, following Jenny. "And how..."
GM Will 12-25-03, 04:20 PM	The medic who was speaking earlier nods. "I think you're right... Thanks... I'd just like to hear from her to make sure..." He turns back to Kristine.
Sergeant LaBarge 12-25-03, 04:26 PM	LaBarge snorts. "Yeah, yeah, I heard... What the hell are you still doing on the plane? You said you were in the army or something?" LaBarge takes the taser, looks it over, and hands it to the man besides him. "Bag that, will you St. John?"
Kami no Kenshin 12-25-03, 04:30 PM	Yessir. Sergeant Jordan Task, 75th Airborne Rangers. I'm home for the holidays. I'm still here because I was looking after my patient, he gestures to Kristine, she became ill on the flight.
kulideb 12-25-03, 04:31 PM	Michelle moved away and began to speak into the phone, "Dag, Taunt Marie......" the rest is unheard as she whispers in the strange dutch sounding language. After a minute or two Michelle put the phone away, she didn't look to happy.
Sergeant LaBarge 12-25-03, 04:40 PM	LaBarge nods. "You wouldn't know anything about finding bombs, so a fellow seargent can get home and have some damn Christmas cheer, would you Task?"
William H Duryea 12-25-03, 04:49 PM	William finds a seat in the airport lobby, and starts squirming again. "Jenny..." Jenny, who's seated at his right, sighs. "god Hank, what is it now?" William shifts his eyes to the floor. "I still have to go to the bathroom..." Jenny gives him a stern look. "Well, we landed... Why don't you go now?" William squirms some more, and takes on the conterfeit whiney tone again. "Because... I'm afraid to go... What if that crazy guy on the plane had friends or something? I don't want to risk walking into that bathroom and turning up violated and chopped up in some ditch somewhere..." Jenny sighs again, and takes on a more sarcastic verios of William's whiney tone. "Well then, you'll just have to hold it..."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-25-03, 05:04 PM	Flage and Xy enter the loby, sit down with theyr backs to the wall, and and each takes out from his equipment harness a laptop. They open them simulanteously, and begin conversing in hished tones while constantly showing eachother something on theyr displaies. Periodically one of them rises his eyes to survey the situation in the airport around them.
Kami no Kenshin 12-25-03, 05:13 PM	I'm afraid not, sir. I know a little about explosives, but not enough to be much help. Your bomb squad would be the best people for that job. I'd just be in thier way.....it'd probably take longer with me here.
Sergeant LaBarge 12-25-03, 05:21 PM	LaBarge snorts again. "What the hell makes you think we have a bomb squad? Maybe you have them all over the place in Irag or whereever you where, but here in nowhere New York us state police haven't investigated a murder in over six months. I've never seen a bomb outside of the demos at the acadamy in my entire two decades on the force. In other words, we have no damn bomb squad."
Kami no Kenshin 12-25-03, 05:27 PM	Call the National Guard. They've got people who are trained to handle this type of thing. I could take a look around for a bomb, but I wouldn't be able to identify it properly without equipment, if there was one. I also wouldn't know what to do with it, if I found one. Wait..... the Special Forces Lieutenant who was here.... He's trained in Combat Engineering, which includes explosive handling. If you can find him, you'll be in business.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-25-03, 07:12 PM	The voices of Flage and Xy become less hushed as theyr cponversation is slowly turning into an argument. "I hate t'say <i don't know>, yo, but i crackin' don't know. I'n't even think they gon let me near 'em." "Try, kitty, t'ain't gon hurt you, 'less you forgot ev'thang the paper tought ya!" "Deamn, that's flashin', ya know? That's like standin' on top of Azrieli and yellin' <i'm a hackin' extrimist!> durin' a mem'rance cer'mony for poor lil' Rabin, if y'know wha'm sayin'..." "Spit, Flage, just whackin' do it! F'real, that ain't you talkin' from that mouth." "A-c'mon, 'f i'd walk up t - " "Key, shma: ha darga sh'li m'alekha, ke?" On this point, while switching from english to a different tongue, the young girl made a meaningfull gesture towards the door through which they entered the airport's building. The man stands up, shaking his head disaprovingly, but after mumbling "Ken, ha m-f:censored:in'-kedet." he quickly begins walking out of the building and towards the plane. Should anyone delay him, he'll claim to have forgotten something that belongs to him inside the plane.
Jack Delaney 12-25-03, 09:06 PM	Jack steps slowly out of the plane and slides down the ramp outside. He heads over to the other passengers and stands in the crowd glancing at the police. His eyes settle on LaBarge and he smirks. o.0 (If this is the best they've got down here, I should have nothin' to be worrying about.)
Marksman 12-25-03, 09:15 PM	The Lt. gets his credentials checked out and walks over to the cargo bay to get his rifle case and duffle bag... .oOIf anything's broken,I swear... As he looks through the baggage,he sets his hand on what he things is just another suitcase,until he burns his palm... "YAH!WHAT THE HELL?" Ignoring the pain,he decides to pull the thing closer to him,flipping the two switches to open it.What he sees makes his heart skip a beat... "F---!!!!!S---S---S---S---S---S---S---S---S---!!!!!!!!EVERYONE,GET AS FAR AWAY FROM THE F---ING PLANE AS F---ING POSSIBLE!!!THERE'S AN F---ING ARC IN HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He tries to remember what he can on dissarming the infernal contraption,and sets to work... ((OOC:For those of you who don't know,an ARC is a sachel bomb...well...sachel Nuke...:())
BarbedWings 12-25-03, 09:28 PM	The German man walks around inside the 'perimiter' of men, being bored, observing the quite fearful ex-passengers of the plane. "Can vie leave yet?" He asks a policeman. "I have zomeone tzu meet."
Jack Delaney 12-25-03, 09:32 PM	Jack, who had headed over to pick up his luggage, turns and begins to back quickly away from the Lt. "Damn...he's....he's...." He begins to mutter. "He's doing my job.."
HeavensRose 12-25-03, 10:27 PM	Kristine looks to the paramedics, "I am fine, thank you. Mr.. uh..." she looks to the man who helped her, "I don't know your name I'm sorry." She then turns back to the paramedics, "Well, this man here helped me and I am feeling much better. Though as requested by him, I'd think it would be best for me to leave by the stretcher and go to the hospital. Just because I feel fine, doesn't mean I am." She softly smiles and sits down in an empty seat waiting for them to bring the stretcher in. "Oh, since I know you will ask, my name is Kristine Flaren, I'm 20 years old, and I have no medical probles that I know of, and I am not on medicines nor am I allergic to anything."
GM Will 12-25-03, 11:17 PM	((Edit: Mark> Wait, so there is actually a bomb on the plane? Why's the GM always the last onev to find out. ;) Anyway, do you or your character know how it got there? Or should I make up something?))
BarbedWings 12-25-03, 11:24 PM	((OOC right now, I think there are two bombs on the plane :) )) "PLease zir, I have an important arrangement, can you pleaze just check my luggage or zomething und allow me out auf here?" The now frustrated German says to a police offier.
GM Will 12-25-03, 11:39 PM	((Edit: Well, I know the status of COD's bomb, but I'm not sure about the one Mark found.)) A member of airprt security stops Amos at the door. He listens to his excuse and shakes his head. "I'm sorry sir, but we're not supposed to let anyone back near the plane for any reason. You can retrieve your luggage when the police say we can let you back in the plane."
GM Will 12-25-03, 11:41 PM	The police officer the German was speaking to shakes his head. "No, sorry... You'll be told when you can leave..."
GM Will 12-25-03, 11:45 PM	The paramedic nods, and gestures to a few of his coworkers. They begin unfolding and preparing a stretcher. "You have good judgement Ma'am... I think you'll be fine, but, you're right, it is best to be safe..." The paramedic helps her onto the strecher, and they carried her out of the plane just before the bomb is discovered.
Sergeant LaBarge 12-25-03, 11:54 PM	LaBarge stares blankly for a momment after hearing about the bomb. "There's a :censored:ing what on the plane? :censored:, you mean Gandalf was serious?" LaBarge doesn't wait for an answer. He whips around, and waddles out of the plane as quickly as he can.
HeavensRose 12-26-03, 12:30 AM	She looks to make sure the man had kept his word of following her, then looks to the paramedics, "How far is the hospital from here?"
Gene_Kynes 12-26-03, 12:59 AM	To the woman blaming him, Nabil simply brings his open palm onto his right below, lifting his right forearm and fist. "Bite me." Nabil calmly stood up, allowing the other passenger to flee, while he makes his way determedly to the man claiming there was a bomb. His briefcase accompanied him. "Show me this bomb." He was a calm as humanly possible. The half-assembled Glock laid in his pocket, still awaiting the recoil assembly and the slide until it could fire it's loaded magazine. His STRATCOM-provided NSA card was right next to it, in the event of a legal emergency. As for the bomb...the Ghost's field kit could handle most explosives. He was more than used to setting them...and could take them apart, if need be.
Marksman 12-26-03, 01:01 AM	((OOC:An ARC (Of Splinter Cell Fame...viva'la Clancy!)Is a very low yeild thermo-nuclear device...a sachel nuke.ARC stands for something,but I forgot what it was...and I think some certain terrorists in a certain middle eastern country want a certain sniper dead....:D)) Sweating like a madman,the Lt. starts to unscrew the caseing,revealing a timer;and a slew of wires "Lesse...Red,no...Blue one first.Green hooks up the timer,Black hooks up the Radiation cover..."
Drindin 12-26-03, 01:20 AM	The fisherman co-operates with the police, doing nothing to detain them from anything, beyond man handling his lucky fish cudgel, which he always acts very protective of, above all else on him.
ThePreacher 12-26-03, 03:33 AM	The man in the jeans outfit walks into the lobby and fins a secluded sit (as much secluded as there can be in this crazy airport). He sits down and puts his headphones back on. He then just observes the sorroundings for a while and after getting bored he takes out his notebook and startsa scribelling something again.
Kami no Kenshin 12-26-03, 07:06 AM	Being completely unaware of the bomb, he follows the stretcher off the plane, and heads toward the police barricade with it, glancing down at Kristine.... I don't think the local PD is going to let me through with you. I'll find out what hospital you're at and catch up with you later if they don't. If not...... he quickly scribbles his home phone and cell phone numbers on the back of a piece of paper and presses it into her hand, here's where you can contact me, if you're so inclined. Sorry.....I never did give you my name, did I? Jordan Task. He glances up at the medic, which hospital ARE you taking her to?
kulideb 12-26-03, 07:16 AM	Michelle watched as they took the lady away that had fainted, wished I'd done that then may be I would be out of here she thought to her self. She made her way into the lobby and sat down and began to look in her bag she pulled out her note pad but couldn't find her pen. She stood up, looking very pale and followed the tourquise haired man out back towards the plane. There still seemed to be a lot of people round the aircraft, she made her way over to one of the officials. "excuse me Sir, can I go back on board I left my pen. It was gift from a very dear Aunt you see and I really must find it...please." ((She doesnt know about the bomb, yet.))
HeavensRose 12-26-03, 11:12 AM	She looks to the paramedics, "Please could you allow him to come with me? He's the only person I know around here and I don't want to be alone in the hospital. Even if you can't let him through, could you not make an exception for him?" She holds tightly to the paper, then looks at Jordan, "Maybe they can let you through. Well, if they don't, woud you please get my luggages for me? I have the one on the plane, where I was sitting and I should have three more, luggages that look like my small one except they are bigger. Besides, they have a white name tag attached to a zipper with my name on it, of course. Oh and Jordan?" She smiles, "Its nice to meet you."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-26-03, 03:27 PM	Originally posted by GM Will A member of airprt security stops Amos at the door. He listens to his excuse and shakes his head. "I'm sorry sir, but we're not supposed to let anyone back near the plane for any reason. You can retrieve your luggage when the police say we can let you back in the plane." Taking on his snobbish, james-bondic dry tone Amos stares in the security-man's eyes. "Ofcourse, you are not supposed to let <anyone> there, boy, there is an explosion hazard withon, is there not? Now stand and keep <anyone> from ascending; the lady and i must gather a couple of objects from within. This cannot take long, and after we are through, we can both be cleared away, as well as everyone else. If, however, we do not retriev our posessions, and the reason you are holding us off does materialize, there will be quite nothing to retrieve, as even your logic daffinately hints you. The bomb is unlikely to explode prior to its time, thus risking us, and even if it will, holding us at bay would do us no good, while evacuating us farther is something no one attemopts at all." While mentioning "the lady", Amos ofcourse nodded towards Michelle, and when mentioning the bomb hazard he did so very calmly, but his intonation hinted to his "opponent" that this is a piece of information - wether true or not - that the latter wouldn't want spread among the nearby public. He keeps his tone absolutely dry and firm, and maintains eye contact, preventing the {hopefully} overwhelmed securer from interrupting him or loosening attention. The period at the end of the {presumed} journalist's tirrade was its sharpest, clearest and most doubt-denying part, and was followed by a gentelmenic gesture for the lady to come with him. He stepped confidently towards the plane, shorlty nodding to any policeman he might pass by, seemingly percieving the "fact" he will be let in as granted.
Kami no Kenshin 12-26-03, 03:46 PM	Sure. I just remebered about the luggage myself. I'll go grab it, and I'll try to catch up with you. He turns and dashes toward the plane, quickly climbing the inflatable ramp into the inside of the aircraft.....
GM Will 12-26-03, 10:32 PM	((Ok, I'll let you guys handle this bomb. I'll probably have more questions about it later.)) The parademic looks down at Kristine. "The hospital is only a few blocks away... No, I'm afraid he can't come with you... But I will give him your room number so he can catch up with you when they're allowed to leave... If that's okay with you."
GM Will 12-26-03, 10:36 PM	The airport guards lets out a sigh of annoyance towards Amos and Michelle. "Listen... I'm just an airport employee. I don't make the rules. I'm just doing what I've been told. I don't check the logic behind it. If you guys so desperately want on the plane, go talk to airport management or that state police sergeant. I can't help you."
Godar Alfketill 12-26-03, 10:41 PM	A large pickup truck pulls up in the parking lot of the airport. An older, pale looking man steps out of the door of the passenger side. Though old, the man appears well built, despite his posture being hunched over a bit. His gray hair is long and unkempt and bushy gray sideburns run down the sides of his face. His face is heavily wrinkled and bears scars in a few places. The man wears a green sweatshirt with a long, loose fitting blue shirt pulled over it and a pair of baggy brown pants. A worn pair of white velcro Nikes cover his feat. In his right hand he carries a broad oaken walking staff that is taller than him. The wood near the top is shaped around something, and it looks like a mechanical device (a..taser?) is lodged into an opening. Over the man's shoulder, a large, crudely crafted axe-shank is slung in a harness. He stands outside of the truck, leaning in the window and motioning to the driver.
GM Will 12-26-03, 10:44 PM	((The security, however, do let Kami's character past after seeing his uniform)) The state police continue to gaurd the plane, keeping their distance as best they can without abandoning theier posts. (Although a careful look will reveal that there are fewer of them then there used to be.) Meanwhile, the paramedics wheel Michelle outside towards a parked ambulance. Airport personal continue to try to calm the passengers in the airport lobby. Assuring them that they will be allowed to go home soon.
Buri 12-26-03, 11:03 PM	A teenaged boy with blonde hair hops down from the back of the truck. He is dressed in a pair of loose fitting (and very worn) bluejeans and a long sleeved black button-up shirt. He wears a belt around his hip, and on it hangs a long piece of jagged metal that looks to have been cut from a dark piece of discarded metal. The weapon is fashioned as much as possible into the form of a short sword, but its bent and crudely made. As the boy turns around to get something out of the truck, you see a small pistol tucked into the back waist of his pants. Struggling a bit, he pulls a hefty wooden barrel out of the back of the truck. The barrel is strapped with harnesses and semi-flat on one side, making it look almost like a big backpack. Two long tubes extend from the top of it and fall down to the side. The boy slips into the harness, tightens it around himself and hoists the barrel up onto his back. He then steps over to Godar and begins talking to him, gesturing over at the landing strip.
William H Duryea 12-26-03, 11:07 PM	William and Jenny seem to be caught up in a discussion. William gesticulates excessively, throwing his hands around as he speaks. "I don't get it. How can you like Talib Kweli and not like Mos Def? They just aren't that different Jenny..." Jenny shrugs. "Well, that's how it is. Why do you always argue about these things?" William seems to grow more agitated, and he rediscovers his whiney voice. "Because... You don't have a good reason." Jenny smirks. "Well, that's too bad for you, isn't it? And stop throwing your arms around like that... You almost hit that poor old guy behind you..." William looks down at his hands. "Oh... Oops..."
Lif 12-26-03, 11:24 PM	A young woman with dark colored hair steps out of the truck and walks around to the others. She wears a long brown sweater and a pair of loose fitting jeans worn and torn at their bottoms. A black touqe covers her head. She carries nothing in her hands, but two large bags are slung over her shoulders and she lumbers along slowly. When she gets to her companions, she nods and points over in the direction of the air strip. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, which she shows to them.
Kami no Kenshin 12-26-03, 11:40 PM	He retrieves the carry on bags, then heads around to the cargo bay for the rest of his and Kristine's luggage, spotting the Lt. Oh.... hey sir. Nice flying with you. I must be off, I've gotta take thes bags to the hospital for the sick lady.
BarbedWings 12-27-03, 12:07 AM	The German man sits down in the lobby, and pulls out "The Communist Manifisto" by Karl Marx. He begins to read, distracting himself from the unwanted situation.
HeavensRose 12-27-03, 12:27 AM	Originally posted by GM Will Meanwhile, the paramedics wheel Michelle outside towards a parked ambulance.[/COLOR] {ooc: not Michelle.. Kristine ;) } Kristine nods to the paramedic, "I really wanted him to come with me but I would appreciate you giving him the room number for me." She lays her head back down on the pillow type thing and looks at everything around her. She starts making casual conversation with the paramedic, "There aren't so many trees around here. Its more different around here than it is back in the country, where I am from."
LOZ 12-27-03, 08:08 AM	Jess found a seat in the lobby and sat down. She searched in her bag and found a small box of pills she went to take one but she saw Liam come and sit down beside her. "Are you ill"Liam said "What makes you think that?"Jess said sarcatically Liam pointed to the pill he didn't understand the sarcasim. "Forget it."she said and she put it back in the box. She took out her mobile and dialed a number. "Hello, is a Mr. Peterson there?"She said looking around.She looked at Liam who was staring at her. She covered te mouth piece of the mobile. "Go do something"She said to liam. "Like what?"He said back She held her hand up to his face to show she wasn't listening and went back to her phone conversation.
LOZ 12-27-03, 08:11 AM	Liam walked away and sat in a corner. He took out his Gameboy advanced and started to play.
kulideb 12-27-03, 09:15 AM	Michelle, stood quitely while the tourquise headed man pleaded their case, but it wasn't looking to good. She looked around and saw the boy Liam playing in a corner, she made her way over to him and smiled. She crouched down and spoke so only the boy could hear. "Good game, how would you like to earn enough money to buy another game?" "I left a silver parker pen on the plane and that man won't let me go back on. If I keep him talking could you dash past." She smiled again and waited to see what the boy would say.
LOZ 12-27-03, 09:26 AM	Liam looks at the woman. He thinks and then looks over at Jess and sees that she is still on the phone. "I will see what i can do"he said and smiled. He packed away his gameboy away and follwed the lady over to the police.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-27-03, 11:37 AM	By the time he security man started answering Amos was already past him. He did hear the man, and was almost tempted to stop and answer him, but knew it would make him appear managable, so he simply ignored him and walked on. It would take an authority more imposing than an airport worker to delay him. While he was at that, his companion sat at her place and streemed Seal, humming quietly along: "My power, my pleasure, my pain! baby..." She didn't pay much attention to the older girl a few sits away from her, who was being annoied by her young brother, but then she saw Michelle approaching the latter. Xy, known to normal people as Hila Dorimar, really wasn't getting it when her felow put that lady on one shelf with the two military officers in theyr flight, but now it seems as though he did have a point after all. After listening to Michelle's conversation with Liam she didn't say anything, yet her face made a sour expression as she thought : ~ Sendin' lil' kids to 'em frontline where the bombs are at... hell, what does that remiond me :-/ ? Oh well, 'em europeans never said spit 'bout the crackin' Phallies doin' it, so who sais they can't do it 'emselves, too? She shruggs to her thoughts and makes some strange movement, as if just streightening the colar of her clothes... though something seems to be seen there, and it's no jewelry. _______________________________ {{OOC:Are there actual policemen blocking the way to the plane? Otherwise he won't be stopped by mere words at all, and will come in. If there are policemen, and they try to stop him, please reply IC acordingly.}}
Gene_Kynes 12-27-03, 01:41 PM	The Lietenant soon finds another, hovering over the bomb with tiny set of scissors, brows furrowed. "You've most likely more experience with defusing than me. However, we have to take...some things...into consideration." He traces the point of the closed scissors along the power source, if it's visible. "Here's a gamble. The bomb may be triggered to go off after power was shut off, with the help of a battery. So...that's out, unless we can't find the primer and the trigger. And we're absolutely desperate." Frowning, slightly. "And are the security guards on these airliners looking the other way when someone carrying radioactive elements onto an airplane walks by? :censored::censored::censored::censored: :censored::censored::censored: it." "Ah well. And nobody said you had to cut a wire. That's just bombing a bridge. You can remove the...I'm guessing either radio or infrared transmitter, or the timer. But then again, the big bad bomb might think the timer's not transmitting, in which case we have an active connection to the explosive...and...erm." He coughs. "Find out how the bomb knows what's going on. If it's radio or infrared, we can simulate the signal. At least buying us enough time to avoid operation "Blow the hell up". He then walked along the people still seated, and kindly asked them to exit the plane in an orderly fashion. If they ask for a reason, he simply says: "An oil leak. Nothing to worry about, but as a safety precaution, all passengers should leave the aircraft." He has no uniform on, but if they ask...he flashes them a false U.S. Airways ID Card, before smiling calmly again. He hated when life replicated movies.
GM Will 12-27-03, 05:01 PM	((Oops, sorry HR, I got my names confused. I'll be extremely lucky if that's the only time that happens in this thread.)) The paramedic smiles down at Kristine as he wheels her into the amulance, and its doors are closed behind thwm. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. Once you get out of town there's not much to look at but trees." The ambulance starts, and pulls away from the airport.
GM Will 12-27-03, 05:11 PM	The airport gaurd finishes speaking and levels his gaze on the spot where Amos was standing. He blinks, and spins around as he notices the man's absense. He spots him running towards the plane, and grabs a walky-talky from his belt. "There's a man headed back towards the plane. He slipped past me. He has bluish hair and... Well, you can't miss him."
William H Duryea 12-27-03, 06:08 PM	William spots the girl with her pills and turns to Jenny. "That reminds me... My Zoloft is still on the plane... And its around six o'clock..." Jenny shrugs. "I'm sure you can go one day without 'Zoloft the White'... I don't think its doing much for you anyway..." William smirks. "But what if it is working? Do you want to see what I'm like without it?" Jenny sighs. "I've known you all my life Hank... You've pretty much been like this for the last fifteen years..." William laughs a little, and squirms some more. "Point taken..."
Sergeant LaBarge 12-27-03, 06:24 PM	LaBarge continues to hurry away from the plane. He skids to a stop just before slamming into Amos, who was approaching the plane. "What the hell? What are you doing out here Blue? Don't tell me your a :censored:ing army man too..."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-27-03, 08:29 PM	Hila aka Xy lowered her head and mumbled: "Ha katan me ha moshav mimul ba elekha, Mis Eropa kanta oto..." Amos wasn't running - he saw no reason for that, and it would only make him look like some teenage hooligan. He was walking in a quick pace, merely. When the cop slammed into him, he supressed a potential smile recalling Jenny's first responce to him; yes, her definition was perfectly fitting, though not very well-placed. Amos looks at the cop tiredly as if LaBarge was a fly circling around his face or sitting on his food. "My name is Amos Bargurari, seargent, does that answer your question?" The word "seargent" was pronounced in a slightly taller voice, as if hinting at something, or even threatening, and came after a short but underlined glance at his shoulders, or whatever else revelas his rank. Then without waiting for a responce he continued: "Now, unless you intend to deal with the explosion-hazard, stop running into your supperiors, and make yourself usefull elsewhere!" His words sounded much like an order, though he did not declare them to be such. He maintained stubborn eye-contact with the policeman, and only broke it while speaking the last word, to move impatiently around him and into the plane. He didn't respond in any way to the hushed voice coming from the earring-shaped speaker in his ear, from which a thin wire came down into a pocket in his vest. The voice said words in a languege few in this airport but him could understand, and theyr content was very interresting, but didn't effectively change anything.
Marksman 12-27-03, 09:00 PM	The Lt. responds to the man sitting over him without turning to face him,apparently very absorbed in what he's doing... "Any touch to the power source is a BAD thing;without the power,the radiation would leak.That case isn't lead,it's electric-supression..." He starts to unscrew a small metal box in the corner with his Victorinox Pocket Knife,diligently watching the timer,looking to anyone near for a moment to speak his mind... "CAN A MAN GET SOMETHING TO DRINK AROUND HERE???"
Kami no Kenshin 12-27-03, 09:04 PM	While grabbing the bags from the cargo bay, he spots the two men standing over the bomb.... so, the crazy old guy was RIGHT?!?!? Geez...... there was a bomb on the plane the whole time? He digs into his suitcase and pulls out his .45 USP, and then a couple of loaded magazines. He fits one in to the butt of the gun and works the slide, then slips it back into it's holster and clips the holster to his belt. He slips the 3 remaining magazines into one of his pockets.
Marksman 12-27-03, 09:23 PM	((OOC:USP.45 has no butt...did you mean UMP?)) ((OOC:Char. Update:I can't be a sniper+Engineer,so he's a Engineer/guns specialist...does that work?))
Kami no Kenshin 12-27-03, 10:26 PM	((Uhh.... a wee bit nitpicky, are we? I meant to say that he puts the magazine into whatever part of the gun it's supposed to go into.......))
Crazy old dude 12-27-03, 11:17 PM	(scuse me for not postin.. didnt feel it was necessary with Cod being all taped up and such)
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-28-03, 03:02 AM	Eventually reaching the leutenant working on the bomb, Amos pulls a small metal container from one of his vest's pockets, unstops it, and extends it towards the army man, speaking calmly: "Berry juice. Alcohol will have to wait untill after your success in which i have little doubt." The tourquise-haired man smiles incouragingly to the ingenere, and after leaving the container to him, he proceeds into the plane. *** At her seat, the black girl clearly hears these words froma tiny speaker hidden in her hair. "Berry juice? Alcohol? What the whack?!" *** Flage's responce, however, has little to do with her bewildered question. Letting everyone see clearly the wireed microphone he talks into {pertruding from his vest}, Amos says in an official voice, and not too quietly either: "No need, someone from the military is on it. If my signal stops, send the immergency crew."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-28-03, 03:02 AM	.
LOZ 12-28-03, 06:32 AM	While the guards were busy with the blue haired man Liam ran past back to the plane keeping low. when he got on the plane he crawled along to the seats where the lady had been sat. When he finally spotted the pen he grabbed it and looked at it. He twisted it and a piece of paper fell out "ooops"he said forgeting to keep his voice down.
LOZ 12-28-03, 06:50 AM	"Well as soon as me and Liam arrive you can go" "Of course Liam won't mind, i'll ask him if you want me to" Fine hang on" she held her hand over the mouthpiece and looked around. She couldn't see him. She looked again panick came over her. "I will call you back" as she cancelled the phone call the person on the other end of the call shouted"Jess! whats wrong!?" She got up and started to ask people if they had seen him. What would she do if she had lost him? She took a deep breath. No she hadn't lost him he had wandered off. she stood there trying to think of what to do.she went over to one of the policemen. "erm...excuse me i.....i have lost my brother...or he wandered off" Oh well perhaps i could just go without him the little brat. She thought.
HeavensRose 12-28-03, 10:01 AM	She closes her eyes as the ambulance drives toward the hospital, she sighs as her thoughts go to that of her father. She had not slept in a while due to the nightmares she had. Kristine had not told anyone of her sleepless nights, though she managed to keep her appearance up well enough to fool anyone into thinking otherwise.
kulideb 12-28-03, 10:19 AM	Michelle watched as the boy made it past the gaurds and on to the plane. The thought of the boy being hurt did upset her, she looked down at her pale hands. Whats the blood of one more innocent when my hands are already so bloody she thought to herself, this visit was to help wash some of that blood away not add more. She sighed and looked up, the dark young girl was just pulling at her collar, Jess was talking on her phone hopefully the boy would be back before she noticed he was missing. Just then the girl put her phone down and began to look for the young lad. Michelle swore under her breath and went over to the girl who was now talking to a gaurd. "I'm sure he isn't far away, have you checked the toilets?"
Kami no Kenshin 12-28-03, 11:51 AM	He glances down at the Eltee....... sir, anything I can do?
Gene_Kynes 12-28-03, 01:45 PM	Nabil simply blinks at the man openly pulling out a pistol and loading it, before he hisses out: "Kul'Kon m'jagdoobeen y'haiwonette!" , an Arabic phrase of less-than-pure meaning. "Is this Al-Quida Airways? Are you telling me you got that damn briefcase past x-rays, and they didn't pick it up?" Nabil sighs. "Bism'Allah, Allah ou akbar..." A calming, religious phrase is uttered. All the sectioning...all the planning...and someone can just pull a gun out of their briefcase. On an airplane. An American flight. To New York. When he looks back up, Nabil is alot calmer. After all...he worked for a branch of the NSA, and bringing a full gun on board wasn't exactly secure. Looking to the man defusing the bomb, Nabil simply shrugs. If that man screwed up, Nabil had a good career. Set a good record. Never was caught, never left evidence pointing at America when that evidence wasn't needed. He'd like to see other ghosts try that. Then again...he had that entire "My job consists of ending lives" moral issue to deal with. Ah well. He hated loose security. OOC: Pardon Nabil's ranty anger, Kami. :P Someone who's spent his entire life making things either difficult to detect (assisting desert outposts with natural camoflauge, which I spelled wrong.), slipping past security loopholes, and working with people who value finesse, subtlerfuge, and stealth above all else, someone who pulls a gun out of their briefcase kinda is a testimony to him that with security that crappy, his job is obsolete. ;)
Marksman 12-28-03, 02:20 PM	((OOC:Gene;don't sweat it,man...the guy who pulled it out had a license...lisence...lisc...a permit and clearence to bring it!He was the other army dude,remember?Besides...the bomb breefcase?X-rays can't go through everything,yah know...and anyone with enough time and money(A LOT OF MONEY...like a government reserve's worth!It would cause very much suspition...) could probably get anything they wanted on a plane...this is a BAD thing.My guy had a locked up M14 and an MP5A3 down there,but it was locked and tagged...see what I mean?)) The Lt. doesn't look at the Sergeant and hands him the juice container "You could open this fer me...and a set o' needle noses would be nice!"
Kami no Kenshin 12-28-03, 02:22 PM	No....I mean to tell you, sir, that my CO secured special permision for me to carry my personal pistol in my luggage, complete with paperwork. Who the hell are you anyway? We've got a bloody BOMB here. Get back behind the police cordon sir. He glances down at the eltee, sir. Heopens the juice container, with a kind of curious look and places it down on the ground nearby. He then looks up at the airport staff, HEY!! ANYBODY GOT SOME NEEDLE NOSE PLIERS?!?!?!?
Gene_Kynes 12-28-03, 05:17 PM	(( OOC: I wasn't particularly ticked, but Nabil was. :P I like to draw a very, very, very thick line between OOC and IC. Well, at least where conflicts are concerned. For instance, let's say Kami (Who I'm guessing is either a Ronin, or a Iajistsfsdsdgasdgdfgagh Master) killed my Ninja in one game. My Sorcerer won't really have any grudges against Kami, but I, the player, will. Unless I deserved the PK. And on my part: I had the nail-knife-thingy broken off a nail clipper, because god knows those caucasians with their evil, evil, nail-cleaning ways. Some OOC airport bitterness may leak through. )) Nabil sighs. "I stand defeated." Stealth, y'jagal, stealth. You're makin' a glaring beacon of yourself. Mumbling to himself, he takes his briefcase, and sits in his seat. "Nabil Ramadan Mneimneh. Just Nabil. I'm merely on leave from Taiwan. Navy." He'd have to fabricate those ID cards fast. "Served a single tour in Iraq. Either the hidden scythe, or the open needle. I soon found myself wanting the scythe once again, as the needle soon became a dagger."* Sighing, he then sits down. He was slipping into another identity. He hated that. *-Vague reference to Taiwan being the main target for China to assault first in the event of war, due to China claiming Taiwan was a part of it. Either facing a hidden, powerful weapon, or a visible, weaker one.
LOZ 12-28-03, 05:50 PM	Jess was starting to feel sick. She was trying to think of where he could have gone. She bit her bottom lip. "Ive...failed again mum always said i was useless....i never asked for her to...to..."She fell on to her knees.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-28-03, 06:00 PM	Amos sees the kid passing by him, and tries to keep an eye on the child, not wanting him to get in harm's way. However not being sure which way is harm's, he mumbles something into the tiny microphone, and hears a particularily short responce. With a bitter face he heads towards the toilet, sniffing around.
Kami no Kenshin 12-28-03, 06:22 PM	Seems to calm down somewhat, but is still suspicious..... Navy, huh? Let's see some ID. ((OOC: What seat? This is OUTSIDE the plane. DE PLANE BOSS!!! DE PLANE!!! Sorry. Couldn't resist......))
Gene_Kynes 12-28-03, 07:59 PM	(( What you say? Someone set us up the bomb. Anyway, I never recalled moving him outside...ugh. I probally had a mental lag. From now on, Kami is my "Int Score Caretaker". When I do something stupid, he thwacks me on the forehead. Until I associate carelessness with pixelated pain, I may never learn. EVER. )) He smirked. "B'wah'd." One, in Arabic. Opening up his briefcase, Nabil searches the pockets of his briefcase...and finding a blank Navy ID card, he slides the plastic into his Laptop, murmuring an excuse for such an odd movement as "Might as well log in..." When it pops out, it soon has Nabil's smileless features and information on the plastic. Delaying on purpose by shutting off the computer, he gives the new layer of plastic a chance to dry, before handing the appearently-genuine ID to the questioning man. "And to answer your further questions...my favorite color is black, my favorite food is chicken with chick pea dip and arabic bread, and I like my coffee as harsh, dark, and caffinated as possible." He winks, and prepares to snatch the ID card away. Dammit. I hate these grillers.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-28-03, 09:27 PM	{{OOC:Originally posted by Gene_Kynes When I do something stupid, he thwacks me on the forehead. With a shoe!:teach:}}
GM Will 12-28-03, 10:38 PM	The officer Jess spoke to looks down at her. "I'll see what I can do. I'm sure he's just in the airport somewhere.... What does your brother look like? How old is he? Where did you see him last?" The officer blinks and leans down next to Jess as she drops. "Are you okay?"
GM Will 12-28-03, 10:43 PM	The ambulance continues down the city streets towards the hospital as the paradmedics keep tabs on Kristine's condition.
GM Will 12-28-03, 10:46 PM	((I think the bomb is inside the plane in one of the baggage compartments, so the military men would be there too. By the way, COD, I'm going to get back to your character shortly. Since you're tied up inside the plane, its stopping me from doing much with you at the momment.))
Sergeant LaBarge 12-28-03, 10:50 PM	LaBarge shrugs as the man pushes past him. "I don't give a :censored:. Its your funeral Blue." LaBarge waddles past his gaurds and into the airport.
Marksman 12-28-03, 10:52 PM	The Lt. starts to fiddle with the screwdriver to make up for lack of pliers,but there is a small sparking noise,and following this the Lt.'s face goes white He stands up,walks over to the Sergeant and Nabil... "....*pause*...." He turns to Nabil "....uh...you have a...computer....you...hack?" He hears a click coming from the sachel and quivers "I...uh...may have a bit of a...um...a bit of a problem..."
Kami no Kenshin 12-28-03, 10:54 PM	((If you're looking at ME to thwack people in the head with shoes.....you should find someone else. My aim is horrible when it comes to shoes;) I can pick the wings off a fly at a hundred yards with a rifle.....or twenty yards with a pistol, but I don't have a weapon proficiency in shoes;) :D)) With the rather sneaky little move Nabil makes, Task's eyes narrow. He scrutinizes the ID more closely than he normally would, looking for any signs of forgery. (Note that he's NOT an expert on Forgery. As a Ranger, he's a pretty alert guy, and he DOES know what a military ID looks like. But he's no to knowledgable about Forgery. I'll let either Gene or GM Will decide whether he detects the forgery, whomever posts the reply first.) Editted.... for Stupidity.....
Crazy old dude 12-28-03, 10:55 PM	((as you know, its no problem. i dont expect anymore to be done with Cod. i figured hes already on his way to a padded room somewhere.. thanks to some damned heros who shall remain nameless.))
William H Duryea 12-28-03, 10:58 PM	William watches the girl drop and turns to Jenny. "Damn... I hope we're on different medications..." Jenny sighs. "You know Hank, somehow I think you are... I think the chances are pretty strongly in your favor." William squirms again. "I don't know... I think I'm starting ro feel faint..." Jenny rolls her eyes. "god..."
GM Will 12-28-03, 11:04 PM	((Kami>You'll have to aske Gene how convincing his forgery is. Then you can decide whether you can see through it. I won't step in to stop anything some one wants to do in this thread unless its really unbelievable or really disruptive. That said, I'm trusting all of you to be a reasonable as possible.))
Marksman 12-28-03, 11:16 PM	((OOC:Considering he's NSA,and considering the base ID was a blank real one,most of the stats would check out.The Black light stuff and the really small print would still show.If he printed the face on the right way,NOONE should be able to detect the forge,minus specially trained people,who could spot the print off a mile away.As for the Sarge noticeing it,he might feel that it's (more than likely) still warm,but he'd probably think that it was because it was in Nabil's pocket...)) The Lt. regains his dignity and looks to Nabil "You,A-Rab...er...U.S.Citi-zen!You hacker?I have a problem with the...uh...Nuke!"
Kami no Kenshin 12-28-03, 11:19 PM	Uhhh...can we not say Nuke? Can we PLEASE call it "Device" or something? I think that the panic we'd cause if anyone overheard us would be worse than the device. He glances down at the ID card in his hand one final time, then hands it back to Nabil, it seems you check out. Sorry for being so abrupt.
Godar Alfketill 12-28-03, 11:21 PM	Godar examines the paper that Lif is holding and then nods and motions for her and Buri to follow him. Suddenly, he looks up at the roof, then back to his companions and begins pointing.
Marksman 12-28-03, 11:26 PM	The Lt. turns to the Sergeant... "Well,That's what it is!It's not a very biggon',but it is a Nuke!"
Lif 12-28-03, 11:29 PM	Lif looks up at the roof and then nods as well. "Well it looks like we'll have to climb, we only have one hook so we'll all be going one at a time..." She unzips one of the bags she's carrying and withdraws a long length of cord with a grappling hook attached to an end. She passes it over to Buri.
Kami no Kenshin 12-28-03, 11:31 PM	SSSSSHHHHHH!!!!! Are you TRYING to start a panic? We ned to keep this situation under control, not start a riot!!
Marksman 12-28-03, 11:35 PM	The Lt. puts an extremely harsh face on and bursts at the Sergeant... "WHAT DID YOU JUST TELL ME TO DO BOY?!?!?!?!?!?I'M TRYING TO DISARM A GOD D--- DOOMSDAY DEVISE AND YOUR YELLING AT ME???I'M YOUR F---ING SUPPERIOR!!!GO FIND ME SOME D--- PLIERS...NOW!!!!!!" ((OOC:Hope I wasn't to harsh...my character here has a short temper...I take no responsibility for his actions!:D :angel: ))
Buri 12-28-03, 11:37 PM	Buri takes to rope and starts spinning it around. He throws it upwards and onto the rooftop then tugs on it a few times, making sure it's secure. He checks the harness of his backpack and then starts up the rope, calling down to the others. "Up we go..."
Kami no Kenshin 12-28-03, 11:39 PM	Yes sir. I'm trying to find some pliers right now, but the civies seem to all be either deaf, dumb or just plain stupid. There should be a toolkit on the plane, probably in a storage compartment in the cockpit. I'll be back in a few. He reenters the plane, heading for the cockpit and looking for a toolkit.
Godar Alfketill 12-28-03, 11:45 PM	Alfketill takes a quick glance around the parking lot and then hops onto the rope, tucking his staff into the back of his sweater as he climbs. Once he gets to the top, he peers over at the runway area and then looks back down, motioning for Lif to climb up.
a_random_state_police_off 12-28-03, 11:51 PM	an officer working on geting cod from the chair over hears the yelling. He panics and tells the other gaurds, then runs away screaming about a nuke being on the plane and about death coming to all, just as the old one was ranting about
Lif 12-28-03, 11:53 PM	Lif throws the bags she's carrying over her shoulder and then starts up the rope, pausing halfway up to look in the windows of the building to see if she's being watched. Once she reaches the top, she pulls the rope up, puts it back into her bag, and takes the two bags off of her shoulder. Stooping down she unzips both of them and begins taking out the various parts of three disassembled automatic weapons and laying them on the ground.
GM Will 12-28-03, 11:55 PM	The state police officers quickly spread word of the nuke to each other, and its not long before the airport gaurds as well catch word. With in a few short minutes the runway is nearly deserted as only a few wannabe heroes remain keeping watch.
Drindin 12-28-03, 11:59 PM	The Pirate remains, though feels rather out of place, amongst all the military specialists.
Marksman 12-29-03, 12:01 AM	The Lt. looks over to what people are left... "ANYONE HERE A HACKER???IT WOULD MAKE THINGS A LOT EASIER...AND...LESS DEADLY!!!" Seeing all of the guards and some of the people starting to clear out,the Lt. desides it's time to reveal the news... "YA'LL REMAIN CALM,THERE IS A THERMO-NU-CLEAR DEVICE ON'DA PLANE.THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE NOT AFRAID OF DIEING,HAVE COMPUTER OR HACKING EXPERIENCE,OR HAVE NO WAY TO GET AWAY FROM HERE,WE NEED SOME HELP AT THE PLANE.THAT IS ALL!" .oOI hate incription codes...
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 12:02 AM	with the tape holdiong cod conciderably lossened he wiggles and squirms to get free
Marksman 12-29-03, 12:06 AM	((OOC:I hate to ruin COD's plans,but if you did that while wrapped in Duct tape™,it'd rip your skin off...maybe I shoulda used scotch tape!))
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 12:08 AM	((ive been wraped up in duct tape before. its not that godly and he is after all wearing clothes. a dress no less.))
Buri 12-29-03, 12:13 AM	Buri looks over at the police scattering and fleeing from the runway. He frowns. "What're they all running away from?"
HeavensRose 12-29-03, 12:14 AM	Her condition remains the same, though it seems she is quite tired like she hasn't slept for a few days. Each time she starts to fall asleep she wakes herself back up and tries to keep her eyes open.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 01:22 AM	When he hears the Lt. shouting about nukes, he just shakes his head...... .oOFOOL!!! It just goes to show you..... soldiers brains turn to MUSH after they get an officers commision. It is now an officially proven fact....Oo. He spots Cod, ((Keep in mind, Cod's arms are also secured behind his back with plastic handcuffs, AKA Zip Ties. His legs are also similarly secured. We're talking about Police Issue zip ties...)) well, still here I see. Listen, sir, we have a dangerous item on the plane. There is a bomb in the cargo bay. I want to let you go so you can run for cover, but I don't know if I should. Tell me...... do you know anything about it?
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 01:28 AM	cod settles down "sure do. cut a wire and relese the fire! move it from this metal bird and the fire breaks free! let me go and i'll help you.."
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 01:29 AM	How can you help me? Do you know the disarm codes?
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 01:33 AM	"Of course. im the genuis who made it.. incase i couldnt let the fire free i created a way to move it and use it again.. it only makes sence"
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 01:35 AM	I'll tell you what. You give ME the disarm codes, and IF they work, I'll cut you loose. I've got a pocketknife right here. There are no police around, so they won't likely be able to catch you.
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 01:42 AM	Cod cackles "Foolish hero of light! I dont care if the fires claim me! Odin the great shall set me back upon this planet of middle earth for my ask would not be complete. I cant be killed! Mwahahaha cough cough.. if only i had my staff.. then i could warp from here and continue.. If you set me free i'll be kind enough to destroy the fire and be on my way.. as long as i get my staff back.. its my terms or none at all"
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 01:46 AM	He reaches over and grabs Cod, then drags him over to the aircraft's exit. YO!! LIEUTENANT!! THIS DUDE CLAIMS HE'S GOT SOME INFO ON HOW THE BOMB WORKS. HE WON'T GIVE IT UP! I'M SENDIN' HIM DOWN THE RAMP!! DO WHATEVER WITH HIM!! I'LL BE DOWN WITH THAT TOOLKIT IN A MINUTE!! He drops Cod down the ramp, then walks into the cockpit for a toolkit.......
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 01:51 AM	(( see later post))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 01:52 AM	((I think we should wait to continue until others have a chance to reply.))
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 01:57 AM	(( *shrug* the gm said hed be back soon.. i know one person whos still about. but no idea about the rest ^_^ ))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 01:59 AM	((I gots me THREE HOURS to kill. or maybe 4. I think we should wait.))
Lif 12-29-03, 01:59 AM	Lif begins scrambling about, assembling the pieces of the AK-47s as quickly as possible. As she finishes with each of the weapons, she hands them off to her companions and finally takes the last for herself. She heads over to the edge of the roof and lays down, peering over at the airstrip.
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 02:07 AM	(( i somewhat agree. i was only listing what i know of the others. if something needs cods responce then i will post. i dont think its right to go on too far without the others doing what their chars should do. + it doesnt make sense IC.. someone just falls from existance for a while and such.))
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 02:08 AM	Alfketill takes up the AK, laying down his staff on the roof. Suddenly, he goes down on one knee and folds his hands into a prayer position. "Mighty Odin, may your blessings be upon us as we make our war upon these outsiders in their foreign land...Guide our bullets and help our courage to hold fast. And should we be killed in battle, may our souls be taken into the golden halls of Vahalla, where we may serve until the Ending." Finishing up he picks up his rifle and heads over to the edge of the roof and lies down beside Lif. He puts his hand on Lif's shoulder and smiles. "For glory and kin..."
Buri 12-29-03, 02:10 AM	Buri nods as he goes down onto the ground next to his comrades and slides the magazine into his rifle. "For glory and kin."
Lif 12-29-03, 02:15 AM	Lif nods and mouths the same words, looking through her scope at one of the police officers still remaining on the runway. Lining up her sight with his neck, she pulls the trigger and looses a single bullet.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 02:19 AM	He hears the single shot, and seems confused for a moment, what the fu**?!?!?!? That was an AK!!!!!! He drops to a crouch inside the plane, draws his .45 and makes his way carefully toward the door to have a look outside......
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 02:23 AM	A man of average height and seemingly in his mid-thirties staggers down the tarmac from the far end. He wears a baggy pair of old looking jeans with a ragged hole in one knee and an oversized red plaid flannel shirt. Work boots of dark brown cover his feet and a hunting style hat is worn on his head over a mane of thick and tangled brown hair. A scraggly dark brown beard covers his face and chin and shakes a bit as he scrunches his nose and squints at the sight of the airplane and its surroundings. "They've landed!" he mutters as he stumbles forward, making his way closer to the scene of the commotion.
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 02:23 AM	(( see later post))
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 02:24 AM	Alfketill follow suite and opens fire on another police officer, firing several rounds at his knees and mid-section. Afterwords he turns and makes a shot at one of the passengers standing at the police barricade, an older man with gray hair.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 02:26 AM	DAMN!!! He sights in on Cod, levels his pistol on the man's back and squeezes the trigger, then spotting the muzzle flashes, takes aim at the people on the rooftop and starts firing......the two soldiers waiting for him in the Humvee outside the terminal have heard the gunfire by now and are on the way to investigate....... LIEUTENANT!!!!!!! WE GOT SHOOTERS ON TOP OF THE FRIGGIN' TERMINAL!!!!!!! THEY GOT AK'S
Jack Delaney 12-29-03, 02:26 AM	Jack stumbles backwards as he takes a bullet in the head, he collapses to the ground and as he hits, a small stream of blood comes out of it.
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 02:29 AM	The scraggly man walks forward slowly, his steps seeming a bit shaky as he lurches a bit. He removes his hat for a moment and scratches at the thick tangle of hair, causing a bit of dandruff to fall onto his shoulders. He stammers a bit more. "They.... they've finally landed.... ha ha! They all said I was looney, but they've landed!" He snorts and snickers to himself as he begins walking again, staggering his way slowly in the direction of the plane.
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 02:29 AM	Alfketill presses himself tighter onto the ground as a bullet wizzes by his ear. As more come, he gets down further, flattening himself out as to be underneath the small balcony on the roof and taking cover.
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 02:31 AM	(( see later post, cod dodges by rolling))
Buri 12-29-03, 02:32 AM	Buri's hands start to shake a bit as the bullets start flying past his head, but he manages to steady himself enough to take a shot at the man firing at them, aiming for one of his legs.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 02:33 AM	He ducks back into the plane for a moment and pulls out his cell phone, turning it on, then dials 911, I'm calling from the airport. We've got a bunch of people on top of the terminal building with AK47's shooting people. My name is Jordan Task, Sargeant, US Army. I'm returning fire now. get people down here NOW!!!!! He tosses the phone aside and peeks out across the tarmac again....... should've brought more ammo.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 02:36 AM	The shot thuds into a seat beside him, and he returns fire with a double tap....... DAMN!!! That was close...... (Sorry, Buri, didn't see yer post))
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 02:38 AM	The scraggly man looks around, one eye squinting down to a slit as the other widens when he hears all the gunfire. He stammers a bit more to himself as he's still too far away for him to see any of the individuals present. "Ohhhh.... mymymymy.... they've brought their technology to us as gifts.... I better hur--hurry up...." He then begins to walk a bit faster, though in his staggering steps it's still practically a turtle crawling pace.
Buri 12-29-03, 02:42 AM	Buri winces as a bullet grazes his ear and he lets out a small cry. Biting his lip, he sinks down beneath the roofline and starts to reload his rifle with a magazine from Lif's bag.
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 02:42 AM	(( see later mesage))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 02:47 AM	Continues firing, counting his shots quietly under his breath..... six..... seven..... eight....... By now, the soldiers waiting in the Humvee have figured out where the shooting is coming from. One of them runs through the building, grabbing about a half dozen Police and Airport security, then climbs the staircase to the rooftop access The other ducks out the front of the building slightly, just far enough that he can get a shot at them but that they need to adjust position to get a shot at him. he starts firing......
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 02:48 AM	((just realized i can delete posts..))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 02:50 AM	((Given the fact that cod is pretty much immobile and has to belly crawl across the airfield without using his arms.......that'd pretty much take all day.......))
Buri 12-29-03, 02:50 AM	Originally posted by Lif Lif throws the bags she's carrying over her shoulder and then starts up the rope, pausing halfway up to look in the windows of the building to see if she's being watched. Once she reaches the top, she pulls the rope up, puts it back into her bag, and takes the two bags off of her shoulder. Stooping down she unzips both of them and begins taking out the various parts of three disassembled automatic weapons and laying them on the ground. (( Hehe, actually i did ))
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 02:51 AM	((nvm.. guess i cant..))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 02:52 AM	((Oh. My bad. Well....then he just finds the stairwell access to the roof and goes up that way, with a few armed police/ airport guards that he finds along the way.....I'll edit the post. Wait for me!!)) PREVIOUS POST EDITTED!!
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 02:56 AM	The disheveled man continues on his staggering pace, slowly becoming more visible to those nearby the plane. He works his jaw a bit as if chewing on something, then spits onto the ground as he coughs once. He doesn't seem to care about all of the gunfire going off even as he gets closer. "Ma-maybe I'll be ay-able to fl-fly their ship...."
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 03:05 AM	(( ok then. whatever.)) cod didnt bother to try and get to them. he just worked on crawling to something he could rub against. after a short while of crawling he just started rolling and ignoring the dizzy feeling and the metal object in his pants pocet. every now and then at random intervals he stoped to make sure he was on course then continued. his destination, The bagage car not so far away. once behind it he fishes a small knife out of his pocket with but a little trouble then starts to slowly cut the plastic
Lif 12-29-03, 03:06 AM	Lif rolls onto her side and turns around as she hears the door open behind her. Seeing the airport security personel, she opens fire on them, trying to squeeze as many shots off as possible before they overwhelm her.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:07 AM	He calmly turns the gun again on Cod, firing two shots before he can get to the baggage car.......Nine, ten.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:08 AM	Airport security doesn't even bother to overwhelm......they just toss flashbangs onto the roof and come out shooting (under orders from the soldier of course......) As Lif rolls over, the sneaky soldier on the ground attempts to nail her in the back with his 9mm......
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 03:10 AM	The scraggly man continues to stagger along. He smiles as he sees the emergency ramp leading up into the plane and mutters to himself, "They've sent out the landing party! What luck! Ohhhh this is gonna be fun fun!" He speeds up, moving at a limping run, it seems his left leg is slowing him down a bit, most likely from an old injury of some sort.
Buri 12-29-03, 03:10 AM	Buri stands up, facing the guards and unholsters the jagged piece of metal from his belt. He charges straight into the policemen swinging it around, crossslashing at their heads and shoulders.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:12 AM	The guards open fire.......
Lif 12-29-03, 03:14 AM	Lif, being down low to the ground, isn't hit by the bullets, but is blinded by the flash bang grenade and then hit in the shoulder with a bullet as the cops come out shooting. She continues firing on them, but then gets shot again in the stomach and passes out.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:16 AM	((With most HUMBLE apologies to GM Will for hijacking his thread...)) The guards continue firing until the three terrorists are either dead, or down......one of them gets hit by Lif's gunfire and drops..... Task finishes emptying his magazine at Cod, then pulls out another one and quickly reloads.....
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 03:18 AM	Alfketill, caught somewhat off guard, manages to squeeze a few rounds off at the police, but is then hit himself in the side. He stumbles backwards, breathing heavily and then reaches down into Lif's bag and removes the grappling hook from it. Throwing down the AK, he sets the hook on the edge of the building and falls backwards, taking another shot in the side of the neck as he does. He rappels to the ground and stumbles to cover behind a drinking fountain near the side of the building, clutching his side.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:21 AM	The soldier on the ground fires at Alfketill ((copy/ paste is great)) as he rappels down the building.......
Buri 12-29-03, 03:21 AM	Buri is shot down as he dashes at the police and his body slides a few feet. His hands go limp and he drops the sword onto the ground and then crumples down himself. Lying on the ground he mouths something as he loses conciousness. "Valhalla..."
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 03:22 AM	The scraggly man continues on his path, moving to the side as he sees the crowd gathered around the plane. He ducks as a stray bullet whizzes over his head and mutters. "Whoooo that was close.... good thing they're here to help us all out...." He grins as he spots an opening that he thinks might get him close to the emergency ramp and heads for it, but is still a fair distance off.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:23 AM	The police and soldier on the roof split up. One each move toward Buri and Lif, with guns levelled and two more tend thier wounded comrade. The soldier stands watch over all, giving orders......Task, having reloaded, moves quietly out of the plane and heads toward Cod, keeping his gun levelled at him.
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 03:26 AM	Alfketill hears the fire coming from the soldier on the ground and lets go of the rope, falling to the ground behind the fountain. Struggling, he reaches into one of his pockets and throws himself upwards and over the top of the fountain and flings a small throwing dagger at the soldier shooting at him, and then rolls off and back onto the ground in pain.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:27 AM	((OMG!! I am SOOOOO sorry, GM Will. Please, please don't kick me outta the thread for hijacking it. Please?:bigeyes: ))
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 03:30 AM	(( lolol, fear not, i'm hijacks0ring it too...and i doubt he'll mind *fires a few shots into the air and screams "El Liberate" ))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:31 AM	The femal soldier takes the dagger to her left shoulder and yelps. She then proceeds to fire at Godar again, just after he rolls off the fountain. The soldier on the rooftop walks over to the edge, picks up an AK and uses it to cover her.....
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 03:35 AM	Alfketill is shot once more in the shoulder and stumbles backwords, hitting his head on the wall.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:35 AM	The soldier on the rooftop levels the AK, and speaks surrender NOW!!The two other terrorists on the roof are handcuffed and searched for weapons.....
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 03:38 AM	The scraggly man continues to work his jaw as if chewing as he creeps closer. He moves around to the opposite side of the plane from where the ramp is and attempts to slip beneath the aircraft, heading for the base of the ramp in the chaos of the shootout....
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 03:38 AM	Alfketill starts to say something to the soldier, but then passes out and goes limp.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:40 AM	With the rifleman on top of the building covering her, the pistol toting female soldier walks carefully around the fountain, keeping her pistol trained on the terrorist, and moves quickly towards him. She leans over, abnnd cuffs his hands with a zip-tie, then checks him for more weapons....
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 03:41 AM	the first bullet just bairly misses and hist the plastic holding the two 'cuffs' together freeing his hands and giving him pretty bracelets. the second lands in cods left leg. he manages to get under the bagage car where his metal curtain rod happened to be discarded by a policeman while he was fleeing. still useing the car for cover he crawls to the back and undos the hooks tieing it to the bagage, then he crawls back to the front. using the rod he presses the gas pedal while hanging off the side. ony part of his hands are shootable he does his best to stear his way to Alfketill and keep the car between him and kami. he drives under the ledge area so the roof cops cant shoot him. although the bagage car is slow and useless he drives it at the ground cop shooting at Alfketill.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-29-03, 03:43 AM	[EDIT:] Being dabblers in the theoretic parts of the Kabbala, both Amos and Hila are able to realize that none of this is really happening.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:45 AM	Jordan aims and fires at cod, screaming, SARA!!! HEADS UP!!!! INCOMING!!!!!! The soldier who picked up the AK also fires at Cod, as does the female soldier, emptying thier magazines at him......((Sorry about getting so far ahead. We just got......carried away.....))
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 03:49 AM	((Well will. the heros win again blah blah blah you know my argument)) Cods shot into swiss cheese and dies but with his last strenght he pulls up into the baggage car and keeps on the gas
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 03:50 AM	Sara, the female soldier, dives out of the way.......Jordan ejects the spent magazine from his pistol and quickly reloads it. He then sets off across the airstrip at a dead run to check on the female soldier...... ((Sorry....there is just no way in HELL anybody could be so bullet proof..... GM Will: Im' SORRY!!!! I didn't mean to hijack the thread. had fun though....))
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 03:56 AM	The disheveled man blinks as he sees the turqoise haired man leap down from above off of the plane's ramp. His left eye widens as the right one squints, then the eyes switch their state of vision, squinting to the left and widening to the right as he murmers. "Mymymymy, they certainly do look interesting...." He looks up at the ramp and tilts his head to the side curiously, still seeming blissfully oblivious to the rest of the chaos in the area.
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 04:18 AM	(( let me clarify. his dead body's weight is on the gas pedal. hes not alive and holding it))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 04:20 AM	((Okay. Sure. So he crashes into a wall......))
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-29-03, 04:24 AM	[EDIT:] this isn't happening, this isn't happening... :bounce:
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 04:25 AM	(( no. the dead bodys gonna come back to life by magic and drive into the sun set saying something like "next time.. Next time!!" :bored: ))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 04:28 AM	((Okay.....(( no. the dead bodys gonna come back to life by magic and drive into the sun set saying something like "next time.. Next time!!" )) THAT made me laugh..... I could almost picture it too......but you'd need to throw in some fist shaking or something;) ))
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 04:32 AM	(( oh of course. thats agivin.. Quathblah: i hope you realized me, the player of Malachi Davidson, and the player of Godar Alfketill, the girl and the other guy, were all working with Gm Will. it wasnt just chaos, it was your would-be storyline/quest ))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 04:33 AM	((So....what...the thread's over?????))
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 04:38 AM	(( *shrug* Will will probly find someone for you to kill or defeat or some heroic bs like that.. that is IF hes not gonna ignore you forever for stealing his thread ))
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-29-03, 04:40 AM	{{OOC:Cod: It's supposed to be roleplaying, not storrytelling. Now, class: what's the difference betuin the two? Right, in roleplaying you let others participate. Do others participate when three or four pages in a row are made via the interaction betuin only one player and the NPCs? That's right, they don't, because they aren't given the slightest bloody chance. Well, for the summerizing question to see what we learned today: Is it a good idea to wait for all the other players atleast once every other page? Ok, i'm not helping you with that one, you'll have to think on that by yourself - now isn't that exciting?}}
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 04:46 AM	(( Well....since it seems I'm about to get voted off the island, I'll make my farewell post now)) He arrived at the low building at the same time as the other male soldier, and looked around for the female soldier. They finally found her. She seemed to be okay, except for the knife wound, which really wasn't all that bad. He holstered his pistol and carefully dressed the wound with strips of cloth torn from his dress shirt," Sis, you're gonna be okay. He then stood up, and went to check on the wounded terrorist behind the fountain, and if he is alive, Jordan does as much as is possible for him with trembling hands and waits for the emergency crews. He hated this part of combat......hell he hated EVERY part of combat, but this one was particularly bad..... the time afterward where the adrenaline fades, and it feels like a few minutes has really been hours......damn.....
Crazy old dude 12-29-03, 04:48 AM	((Listin. im not in an altogether good mood right now and dont feel like puting up with your greater-than-you attitude or your ever annoying chars. Personaly: i didnt care who did what. this thread was annoying me since the chars were introduced. i knew how it would end. i was right. i just wanted my part over with. Im glad you had little participation. your posts were longer than i cared to fully read, you interacted with yourself unless you were being snooty with someone ells, and as i said, i wasnt in the mood to put up with it. Im not continuing this conversation further))
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-29-03, 04:55 AM	{{OOC:Kami no Kenshin: Please don't leave:bigeyes:! You're a good player, i just wish you waited for the others a little. Cod: Is someone here having trouble to see the diference betuin players and characters? You're randomly bashing me because my char is arrogant and annoying? Yes, my character is arrognat and annoying, that's what he's supposed to be. Sorry i'm not playing perfect supermans more suitable for your taste. You keep mentioning how this adventure irritates you. If you hate it so much, how come you participated in it? Don't tell me you've been forced in. Rushing an adventure to its end because you don't like it is far from mature.}}
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-29-03, 04:55 AM	.
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 05:00 AM	(( I have no desire to leave. But, if a majority decision says that I've spoiled the fun I will do so without hesitation, out of respect for you, the other players and the GM. Believe it or not, even though your charcter is a snob, I like your playing style and have had fun RPing with you. The same goes for everyone. So, I don't wanna leave, but if more people say I should leave than those who say I should stay.....well....majority rules. Oh, and Crazy Old Dude....I sent you a PM, and I'd appreciate it if you could respond. On a more humorous note....I was just screwing with the PM system. I noticed that I can't add myself to my own buddy list, but I CAN PM myself......how strange))
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 05:33 AM	(( Whoa, please, let cooler heads prevail people; let's not let this thread fall apart. While the disagreements here are showing that problems have arisen, let's try to keep the damage done by such to a minimum, shall we? Now, while I'm not the GM, I hope I can help to alleviate some of this tension. And most of all: Please keep insulting remarks to a minimum. Quathmoir - Sorry about the rate of posting; it was not an intentional slight upon you or any other posters who weren't present. It was just one of those situations where as the time passed, the posters ( myself included ) got wrapped up in the moment and made rapid replies. Again, apologies for the rate. Kami - Don't be so hasty to walk away from the thread. I will say that taking in so many NPCs at once was a bit much; one or two is mostly alright, but an en masse group is better suited for the GM to handle. That being said, let the GM make his posts tomorrow when he gets online, he should be able to help settle your standing on the thread. I don't think there's any real need for you to leave over this. CoD - I know your stance on things and understand your complaints, as had been discussed on the IM conversation earlier. And in many ways I do agree with you on the matter. However, as I said before, it would be a good idea to let cooler heads prevail on this one; so that tempers don't flare up too much more. Everyone - I'm about 99.999_% sure that this thread is not over. GM Will will have further comment on that when he gets online tomorrow, and will be able to verify that then. Until that time comes, please, continue to post as normal, and let's try to enjoy ourselves. )) (( Oh, and if no one has guessed it by now, this is Tharivious / Nocturan's player here, just trying to help settle things down. :) ))
Kami no Kenshin 12-29-03, 05:36 AM	((Thanks for the words, but I didn't say I was going to leave. I just said that it looks like I'm probably going to get kicked out. If I don't, fine. If I DO, I'll leave without a fuss. my "farewell" post was just in case......))
HeavensRose 12-29-03, 07:16 AM	Once again her eyes grow heavy but she tries to fight it, to keep her awake she thinks of the man that had helped her. She starts thinking to herself, "I wonder if he will keep his word. If not then I suppose I will sign out as soon as they find whatever is wrong, if there is anything wrong. Am I so silly to think he will really show?" She sighs and looks up at the paramedic then looks around the inside of the ambulance.
LOZ 12-29-03, 12:10 PM	Liam stands up banging his head on the chair. He started to feel frightened as there was so much noise going on. He wasn't sure how he was going to get back.
Marksman 12-29-03, 12:53 PM	The Lt.,completely zoned out at the first gun shot (Almost hit his hand,blew the juice up...)but comes back to reality when he hears Amos(?) mention he had a hacker... "Hacker?Good!Look at the bomb,see what you can figure...duty calls!" He wanders over to his dufflebag,digs through it,and pulls out a large case.He opens the case,and pulls out a rifle,his M14.He gives it a little carres... "Saved my life once,gonna save me again..." He pulls the lens caps off of the Sniper Rifle's scope and dusts them off with mohair... "GO TIME!" He looks to where the fire was coming from,but pauses...The Lt. pulls out a small radio looking cell phone and puts it to his head. "WE GOT A SITUATION AT MY LOCAL!NEED EVAC FOR 40 PEOPLE!!!ARC ON PLANE,GETTING DISARMED...GEMME A NIGHTHALK,NOW!!!"
LOZ 12-29-03, 01:00 PM	Liam tried to think of how he was going to get back. had jess noticed yet? he started to feel sick. He couldn't just run back because he knew it was likely he would get shot, then again perhaps he wouldn't be seen. his eyes filled with tears. Jess looked around still on her knees, she wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. 'crying is not going to help'she thought to herself. She looked at the policeman "He's got blonde hair, blue eyes and he's 8 years old. He's wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans."
BarbedWings 12-29-03, 02:28 PM	"Hmmm... interesssen..." He mumbles, turning page, only giving a very small amount of thought to the gunshots outside. "Ak... Ak Immer ein Ak.... terroristen bist blöd."
kulideb 12-29-03, 02:52 PM	(( Guys please wait for the rest of us! I posted last night and came back from work today to find four pages, Please let me play too:bigeyes: )) Michelle began to feel very scared when all the shooting started, she really had sent that poor child out to his death! She had never really worked out in the field, her job had been to gather all the information together. She began to bite on a finger nail as she waited the out come of the battle. She really wished some one would come and tell them what was going on out side.
Nugan 12-29-03, 08:25 PM	(( Woah, woah, woah... Wait a second everyone... Normally I'm not too picky about what players do on my thread, but there's been some complaints and I think some things need sorting out. Fist of all, I'm afraid I'm going to have to strike everything that happened after my last post last night from the record. I know this'll be a pain, but I think its in the best interest of the thread. If you're post didn't have much of anything to do with the gunfight outside of the airport, you can make a post, and it'll still count. I don't want to hurt anyone's fun unnecessarily I'd like to make a few points now: Freedom of Destiny: VERY IMPORTANT. Please do not try to violate another player's right to have a living character. Everyone has the last word on whether their own character lives or dies, and do not try to force them to make that desicion. This doesn't mean you can't try to kill another character. Far from it. However, if the player obviously does not want to loose their character, don't try to push it by claiming "reality". This should never be forgotten. NPCs are the GM's to Control: This isn't something that really bothers me, but its a neccessity to keep the thread running well. You can feel free to play two or three named characters, but characters like police or gaurds who are part of the setting are mine to control. This is especally true in combat situations as it allows for greater fairness. Be Considerate: Remember, just because your character and another player's character are fighting does not mean that you and that player are fighting. Try to be as cooperative as possible with each other in PMs. Don't go Overboard with Posts: As Quath said, try not to go too far overboard with posts that might involve another player. If you and one other player have a twenty post private coversation, that's perfectly ok. However, a twenty post fire-fight on the runway so be staggered to give others a chance to respond between posts. Finally, I want to clarify that this is aimed at no particular player or players. Its really my fault for not laying down better ground rules when I started the thread. Hope everyone decides top stick around and play in spite of this little problem. I promise to try to make it as fun as possible for everyone. :) ))
GM Will 12-29-03, 08:38 PM	((Sorry about using the wrong name. I saw this when I longed on, and... yeah. Anyway, if you have any questions, feel free to ask now. I'll restart the thread at the point I'll repost below. Anything after that should be considered as not having occured.)) The state police officers quickly spread word of the nuke to each other, and its not long before the airport gaurds as well catch word. With in a few short minutes the runway is nearly deserted as only a few wannabe heroes remain keeping watch.
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 08:48 PM	(( lol, k well i suppose i'll just restart my characters from the point at which they had just climbed up onto the roof. Weapons are assembled, and they're now laying on the rooftop peering over at the runway. No shots have been fired yet. )) Alfketill blinks and shakes himself as he sits looking down at the runway below. He frowns for a moment, then slips a hand down to his side and feels around, as if trying to see if it's still there. He does the same with his neck, and then brings his hand forward and looks at it. He turns to his companions with a worried expression on his face. "I...I think I've just had a vision..."
Lif 12-29-03, 08:50 PM	Lif gives Alfketill a puzzled look. "What? What was it? Bad I guess..."
Buri 12-29-03, 08:51 PM	Buri turns and looks over at Alfketill, putting his gun to the side. He stares at him waiting for an answer.
Godar Alfketill 12-29-03, 08:55 PM	Alfketill shakes his head. "No, I won't worry you with it...I'm sure it was only one of many possibilities. Anyhow, lets keep watching them, I see lots of them moving around down there."
Marksman 12-29-03, 09:10 PM	((OOC:Um...have I yelled about the Nuke and asked around for a hacker then?))
GM Will 12-29-03, 09:24 PM	((Well, I'm not sure where that fell in the order, but since it has nothing to do with the gunfight, sure. We can say that's the last action your character took. Soory about the inconvience, but I think it was neccessary in this case. Oh, and LOL@ Godar's "vision". ))
Marksman 12-29-03, 09:39 PM	((OOC: Phew!:D )) The Lt. starts drinking the juice,which is supprisingly sweet... "HOOOOOoooooOOOOooooooWEE!Last time I got that feeling was from some Cactus Cola back at home!" ((OOC:Cactus Cola is gooood....but RC Cola is better!!!!For all of you who haven't figured it out,I'm a Texan...in Texas!)) He looks over to Nabil(?). "Can you hack incriptions?"
Malachi Davidson 12-29-03, 09:44 PM	(( No problem with the edits here. Heh... Malachi is so deluded he didn't notice the now removed gunfight sequence anyway, so his actions up to this point would remain the same. So, rather than reposting his actions, I'll just play it as he got there during the confusion around the announcement of the nuke... I guess... :confused: So, umm... restarting with him near the plane, but not yet to the ramp. )) The disheveled man stands still near the plane, looking up at it with his mouth slightly agape in awe of the size of the machine as he mumbles under his breath. "Whooo, what a piece of work this thing is... It must've taken years to make this beauty....", he grins to himself as his eyes widen and he makes the chewing motion again before spitting on the tarmac once more.
Marksman 12-29-03, 09:54 PM	((OOC:The bomb is about the size of a luggage case...the kind that looks like a brief case!))
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-29-03, 11:24 PM	Amos was sniffing around "strategic areas" in the plane, trying to discern the reason for Hila's semi-intuitive suspicion. She was always right, when her gut-feelings were so intense as to make her pull rank, but it hardly made believing her easier. Nevertheless, he did, forcing his logic over his doubting nature. Besides, she were superior to him in more than just rank - he downright admired his "Kitty Xy". When the lowly police-officer came in, panicked himself, and went out to spread it, he was going to move his hand to trip him, to give the man a deamn piece of Bargurari-styled shock-therapy... but he desided better. His desidion proved benefitial later, when the man caused a chain-reaction* of panic, and the area cleared, leaving Amos with better maneuvering space. One of the military persons, whom he was already seeing as self-willed figures, standing out of the crowd, came in running and yelled for a hacker. He didn't pay much attention to it, since he was just getting a faint smell from one of the airmask-lockers, and was reaching to check it, but he did keep the call in mind. "Pa'am hem son'im otam, pa'am hem rocim otam..." While he was opening the locker to see that some idiot stuffed a score of scented rubbers in there, Hila's voice came from the speaker in his ear: "Whoa, Flage, donno wha'cha did in there to calm 'em up, but'cha sure got it all other way round'! They's like a wackin' Tzunami gettin outta there quick! I be almost only one still sittin in 'ere..." Amos rolled his eyes, mumblisg something like "how bloody typical", and continued sniffing. When he finished scanning the section, he took a short rest, leaning against on of the seats; He yawned and spoke into the microphone in his vest: "Xy, 'em owe-sappers need a hacker; gon come hel 'em?" After hearing her responce, he continued the "procedure", searching in the ashtrays, the trash urns, and eventually reluctantly entering the toilet, where far too many smells, and far too many places to look in were doubtlessly present. *** To anyone who staied in the airport's lobby, the following was visible: The young black girl was ocasionally murmuring something with her head down; Some of her replics were not in english at all, while some mixed english with another languege. Eventually, letting out a giggle and officiously saying "Nekhona tamid!", Hila stretches and walks out of the building, then jogges towards the plane's "risk-zone". Looking at the bomb she narrows one eye and raises the eyebrow of another. "Woohoo... wanna tell me somesh' of what we got 'ere - ugh, sir?" _______________ *: Pun intended:behold:
Marksman 12-29-03, 11:47 PM	((OOC:She talkin' to me?))
Crazy old dude 12-30-03, 01:51 AM	(( that would put me at when cods tossed down the ramp according to will.)) Cod chuckles in delight at the fun trip down the ramp then gets to rollin from the plane to a near(ish) by bagage car while no one seems to be paying any attention to him ((cept maybe godar and crew))
ThePreacher 12-30-03, 03:37 AM	Hearing policemen shouting about some "nuke" didn't make the man in jeans too calm. "What the f__k?? What is going on here?" He looked at a young woman sitting next to him "Do you know what's going on? what's all this commotion about?" He didn't wait for an answer, as he grabbed his backpack and rushed for airport's exit. When he saw the guards he stopped and looked at them with obvious mocking in his eyes. "What the f**k are you standing here for? There's a f***ing bomb here! Are you just gonna let us all die or are you gonn' let me the f**k outta this f___ing place?" Thrustrsation was in his tone. o O (Great! just great! this is just my f***king luck!).
Kami no Kenshin 12-30-03, 06:42 AM	((Yes....I DO believe that this is for the best. You still haven't answered my question, though, GM Will. Oh and Cod, I'm afraid not. I ALSO yelled at the other soldier to let him know that you were coming down the ramp, and he gets a chace to respond before you get to the baggage car.)) YO, ELTEE!!! THE DUDE I JUST TOSSED DOWN THE RAMP SAYS HE KNOWS SOMETHIN' 'BOUT THE BOMB!!! I CAN'T GET IT OUTTA 'IM THOUGH!!!! SEE IF YOU CAN WHILE I FIND THE DAMN PLIERS!!! He looks for the onboard toolkit looking for the requested needle nose pliers......
kulideb 12-30-03, 06:49 AM	Michelle looked around the lobby, the teenage girl was still looking for her brother. Michelle felt a stab of guilt over that. The young black girl giggled and spoke in a language that Michelle didn't understand then got up and left. Michelle followed her out of the lobby and back towards the plane, she hesitated before she entered the risk-zone. She took a deep breath to calm herself, with out that pen I'm as good as dead any way she thought to her self. She aproched the group and showed an official a badge: "Michelle Gearing. engineer Armscor" ((Armscor is a South African defence company, Michelles badge is real even though she doesn't work there.))
LOZ 12-30-03, 08:17 AM	Liam still hidden under the seat starts to panick. He trys to think of away out without being noticed.
Crazy old dude 12-30-03, 06:08 PM	((Yes. i know. but no one ever responded last time.. so im not sure which soldier your talkin about. please specify who ^_^ ))
Marksman 12-30-03, 06:22 PM	The Lt. looks to Michelle and pulls his wallet out,getting his own card out... "The name's Walter 'Bolt' Taylor,United States Corps o' Engineers.The bomb's an ARC,SSI-88's mini-me...can you hack incription codes?"
Kami no Kenshin 12-30-03, 06:58 PM	((The soldier to whom I'm refering is Marksman)) He locates the toolkit, opens it up and grabs a pair of needlenose pliers. He stuffs these in one of his pockets, then heads down the ramp, bringing the whole kit with him. At the bottom, he grabs Cod by the scruff of the neck and pulls him over to the Lieutenant. Sir, here's the pliers, He pulls them out of his pocket and hands them to the Lt. I brought the rest of the toolkit too, just in case. Also, I was talking to this guy on the plane and he said something about knowing how to disarm the bomb. He wouldn't tell me anything, so maybe you can get it out of 'im. Sir....I gotta tell you.....I've got a bad feeling about all this....
Crazy old dude 12-30-03, 07:07 PM	((If marksman didnt do anything with cod then he got under the bagage car in the time it took kami to locate the tool kit if the Gm agrees ))
Malachi Davidson 12-30-03, 07:15 PM	The disheveled man walks up to the front wheel well of the plane and reaches out to touch the massive tire as his left eye widens in awe of it. "Such masterful craf-craftmanship..." he mutters to himself under his breath as he looks over the entire wheel mechanism, everything from the supports to the shock absorbers to the hydraulic lifts. "Tru-truly amazing..." His right eye widens now as his left squints down and his jaw moves as if chewing once more, still oblivious to all around him.
Godar Alfketill 12-30-03, 07:28 PM	Godar looks over his shoulder and spots the access door leading down into the airport. He motions to Lif with his head. "Go over and watch that door, and keep low, they may try to come through it when we start shooting.."
Lif 12-30-03, 07:30 PM	Lif nods and gets up half crouched and slips over to the front of the door. Once there, she loads a magazine into her AK and nods to Alfketill.
Buri 12-30-03, 07:39 PM	Buri looks through his scope at Marksman, trying to discern what it is he's doing. He then turns his scope toward the Lt. and watches him and the man that he had been holding on to. He turns to Alfketill. "Which one first godar?"
Godar Alfketill 12-30-03, 07:49 PM	Alfketill sights in on Marksman and nods to Buri. "We'll take him first, I'll shoot, then you hit him if he returns fire...we don't need a bunch of smoke an fire to show them where we are." He fires off a burst at Marksman, aiming for his chest area, then quickly ducks down behind the roof ledge.
GM Will 12-30-03, 08:52 PM	((Now that's more like it. :) )) "The gaurd in front of Preacher blinks. "B-bomb? Sir... What are you talking about? Try to calm down... I can't understand what you're saying between :censored:s."
GM Will 12-30-03, 08:57 PM	((Kami> What question? I'll be honest, I didn't get half way through last nights posts before I decided that a reset was neccessary. CoD> If you believe you're character can reach the baggage car first (which seems perfectly reasonable), then you can. Let's remember everyone, each person decides their own character's fate. If they say they get away, they gwet away. If they say a shot misses thwem, the shot misses them. Etc. There won't be any exceptions to this rule.))
GM Will 12-30-03, 09:01 PM	One of the few officers still left on the runway nods to Michelle. "If you have credential Ma'am, go right ahead and help... At this point I'd said protocal is already pretty well breached..."
Marksman 12-30-03, 09:06 PM	((OOC:The Lt.(Bolt)'s fate depends on how far away the guy is...in meters...I want him to live of course,but an Automoto Kalashnikov Model 47 isn't the best rifle around at range...I'd think they would use model 74's;but that's just me!If he's close enough,the shot probably would kill my person.If not,it blows up the juice can,and my guy ducks for cover and gets out his M14 and MP5...))
Godar Kormac (Cod) 12-30-03, 09:07 PM	((i think he could get to the baggage car without much problem if Marksman doesnt do anything about it. The being shot at should help too lol. He could roll under th baggage car while kamis looking for the tool kit. When kami came out he wouldnt know really where cod went. but when he hears the gunshot he'll probly come see what happened. If marksman does something with cod, then gets shot at i dont think cod could make it to the car befor kami sees him. but i dont think kami would run out to get cod when theres an unknown source firing from somewhere.. If Kami and Marksman dont catch cod hell roll under the bagage car then get the knife from his pocket and cut the plastic cuffs It just depends on what they do ))
Sergeant LaBarge 12-30-03, 09:09 PM	LaBarge waddles into the airport lobby and starts making his way towards the main exit. He snorts at Preacher and the gaurd as he reaches. the door. "Bomb? Bull:censored:! Ignore Tokey here. Just look at him. If he's not a drig addict, I've never seen one... Now, get the hell out of my way! I gotta get outside to my cruiser." LaBarge pushes past the gaurd and steps outside.
GM Will 12-30-03, 09:14 PM	((Um... This is a complete shot in the dark (pun not intended), but I'd guess it would be about 100 yards from the airport building to the plane on the runway. If someone here knows more about airtravel than me (I've never even flown, honestly. :P) feel free to correct me.))
Marksman 12-30-03, 09:17 PM	((OOC: Did they stop us on the Runway or are we at the Terminal?))
GM Will 12-30-03, 09:51 PM	((I think he fired the shot while you where still next to the airplane, making the distance what I mentioned above.))
Marksman 12-30-03, 09:54 PM	((OOC:So I decide his fate?))
Godar Kormac (Cod) 12-30-03, 10:00 PM	(( Freeeedom. ey Marksman.. he coulda mised a bit and just wounded a limb?))
Nugan 12-30-03, 10:06 PM	((Yep, completely up to you. Your character doesn't die unless you decide you want him too.))
Marksman 12-30-03, 10:08 PM	While the Lt. stands holding his card,a 7.62mm bullet hits him in his right thigh.The pain is sudden,and the reaction is swift... "F---ING F---ERS!!!!F---F---F---F---F---!!!!!!!!!!!!" He limps for cover,grabbing his ruck-sack on his way.From it he pulls a small med-pack and retrieves a bandage from it.He slaps it on his leg,wrapping a lot of of gauss around it;Just so the blood doesn't get through... .oOPlease say I have ammo...PLEASE say I have ammo... From the bag he pulls out a large case,followed by a green belt covered in pouches... .oOYes...OUCH... The rag starts to bloody up,so he tightens it.He opens the case and withdraws a rifle,scope attached...an L96A1??? "THIS AIN'T MY WEAP!!!NO AMMO???" The Lt. reaches far into his bag and pulls out a smaller case,letters H&K on the front,US ARMY engraved below.He opens it...an MP5A3,small scope attacted... "Pee-shooter...gah..." He props himself prone towards where the fireing came from,looking through the 2.5x scope for any movement...
Godar Kormac (Cod) 12-30-03, 10:13 PM	(( just gota be realistic with it.. Cant be matrixy here, lol))
Marksman 12-30-03, 10:28 PM	((OOC:I edited my earlier post to make it fit...and btw;it IS his weap,he just doesn't know it yet...his issued rifle got upgraded for accuracy,downgraded for speed...M14=US,Semi-Auto;L96A1=British,bolt-action.))
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 12-30-03, 11:54 PM	{{OOC: Yes, Marxman, the girl was talking to you. Now she's talking to you again. I like your style, btw.}} When the shot is heard, Hila immidiately flattens agains the ground, pulls her hands from the backpack's straps, and pushes it forward to serve her as cover, turning its opening toward herself. Ina matter-of-factish voice she asks: "D' anyone predict that? We'xpectin' incomin' fire 'ere?" After a brief glance into the backpack, he speaks into her tiny microphone: "Yo Flage, heard that? Fire from roof, a' think. Stay on an' keep the kid in, try shootin at 'em after you got th' kid safe! I want 'em 'centring on you so i get time ta hack the deamn thang, and those yanki-soljas can get close to 'em shootin' ass'oles!" Amos, still in the plane, heard the shot, but only fully realized what it was after his companion's "briefing". While runnign along the seats, first fully erect, then on four, to see perfectly under them, looking for Liam, he spoke, slightly worried into the microphone on his vest: "Aight, i'm lookin'; shoot 'em with what - ma windpipe?" Before answering to him, Hila called to the wounded texan: "Hey sir, we gon switch places now, aight? I'ma be closer to that mini-me, you get a betta fireline from 'hind ma pack. They can't shoot through it, it's armored!" She makes an ockward movement, rolling half the way to him, and then jumping the rest of the distance without stopping even for a second. She lands near the Lt. "Kay, your turn now, get where i was. If y'ain't usin' that other gun, leave it to me; where i come from ya learn to shoot when you 'leven, or you ain't turnin' twelve!" Then she detaches the laptop from her harness and opens it, her movements nervous and not as exact as she would like them to be. While silently cursng herself for not functioning under pressure as efficiently as she told should, she speaks into her micro again: "Flage, we din't switch packs, mine's still at you, an' i got yours. Get Uzi 'gether!" Amos doesn't answer, allthough he takes into mind all his companion tells him. He's all too focused on finding Liam, to actually reply and make some unneeded comment as he normally would. He only mutters silently: "Nu kvar... eifo ha maniak ha katan?.." Eventually he sees the boy and whispers into the mike victoriously: "Yo iesh kesher-'ain; Xy, you got cover there?" Still on all four {or rather three now}, Amos extends his hand to liam, laying it on his shoulder, and speaking to him as equal: "Ma man, you all right?" {{OOC: Lozyk and Marxman, the balls are at your fields now...}}
ThePreacher 12-31-03, 12:59 AM	"Who the f**k are you callin a f**kin drug addict??? mothaf**ka! And you, f**kin idiot, there's a f**kin nuke somewhere in this :censored::censored::censored::censored: :censored::censored::censored: airport!!! Didn't you hear or see your freakin comrades runnin around and squirmin 'bout a freakin bomb??!?" The man seems to be really losin it, his temper growing to boiling temperature. He stands there, his last words directed at the exit's guard.
kulideb 12-31-03, 06:49 AM	Michelle glanced at the Lt's card, a look of surprise crossed her face as he dropped down. Some where in her head it registared that the loud crack noise was a gun shot. She dropped to the ground and looked over to the Lt, he was busy sorting out a wound to his leg, but didn't look as if he needed her help. She crawled over to Hila, pushing her rucksac out in front of her. "Looks like they are going to be busy," she said a little nervously indicating the military personel. "I heard you are a hacker?He said it was an ARC, SSI mini me, I haven't worked on one of those before but I did work on an older version, may be together we can sort this out?" Michelle pulled what looked like a manicure set from her rucksac. She discarded the emery boards and nail files and picked up a slim metal pick although the other end looked like a slim screwdriver. She also pulled out some thing that looked like a PDA. "Well, who goes first?" she said.
Kami no Kenshin 12-31-03, 06:49 AM	He'd heard the shot, then hit the deck in the airplane where he was looking for the toolkit, what the HELL?!?!?!? Who's shooting? Sounded like a friggin AK....... He stood up and made a dash for the door to have a peek outside......
kulideb 12-31-03, 07:09 AM	Michelle looked over the device and sighed. She flipped open the PDA and began to enter in some data. After a few seconds she stopped and smiled. She showed the data to the young black girl. "Hopefully that is the radio signal."
LOZ 12-31-03, 07:52 AM	Liam looks at Amos and nods. His hand still clutching the pen. "Am i going home now? i don't like it here."he said looking at Amos tears in his eyes. "Will jess be angry?"He wondered what was going to happen now.
HeavensRose 12-31-03, 10:23 AM	Kristine looks over to the paramedic, "Are we there yet? It seems like it has been hours since we left the airport. Speaking of that, I wonder how that crazy old man is?" She ponders on that a moment before shaking it off and waits for the paramedic's reply.
Marksman 12-31-03, 02:22 PM	The Lt. looks over to Hila and pushes the backpack back to her... "So'K...I got it covered!" He reaches deep into his bag and pulls out a Kevlar Vest,slipping it over his head. "'Be Prepared' is what the used to teach me in Boy Scouts...Never hurts to carry a 3 inch armored plate with yah;don't know if it could stop a 7-6-2 though...You got .308's?I think I grabbed the wrong Rifle..." He pulls the L96A1 case to his chest,opening it towards Hila.When he starts to pull the rifle out,a note falls from it... It Read-2nd Lt.Charles D. Taylor-We have taken away your M14 for a mandatory re-armorment.So you weren't at a disadvantage,we packed this Brit gun for you.We swapped the ammo in your belt.;this gun is more accurate than your old one,but might be slower to fire... Best of luck, -S.O.C. "Well I'll be d---ed..." He opens his ammo belt,revealing small,green little cases.He opens one to reveal around 10 rounds.He pulls one out and slips it into the back end of the new rifle... "WELL I'LL BE D---ED!" Shoveing the MP5 back into his ruck-sack,the Lt. closes the bolt on the rifle and looks through the freshly-cleaned scope,towards the roof "Darn Tootin'..."
Kami no Kenshin 12-31-03, 02:37 PM	He peers carefully around the door of the aircraft, looking for signs of the shooters..... .oONow....lets see....if I was going to be an ignorant idiot and shoot people.....where would I do it from? The rooftops.Oo. He scans the rooftops of the airport buildings looking for signs of the shooters and draws his pistol.....
Godar Kormac (Cod) 12-31-03, 04:08 PM	((With the Gms consent i think we should pause actions involving the bomb for a little bit while we get the bomb stuff sorted out. We didnt acctualy have a bomb at first and now we aperantly do (thanks again Marksman :) ) so were figuring somethings out. We'll post some relevant OOC info on it once all is done..))
Godar Kormac (Cod) 12-31-03, 05:04 PM	((That all ya know marksman? (in case you ddint find out, your mailbox is full). No, you dont need to bug Will about it, i talk to him alot so if anything special i'll tell him))
Malachi Davidson 12-31-03, 06:56 PM	The scruffy man blinks with one eye as the other widens when he hears the gunshot and spins to look around from where he stands beneath the plane, muttering to himself. "Whooo sounds like my fellow Earthlings are none too welcoming, making such noise when our visitors have just arrived.... Let's hope they don't kill any of our guests.... That would be a diplomatic nightmare...." He nods to himself matter of factly and looks up at the underside of the plane curiously, studying it like it was something otherworldly.
Marksman 12-31-03, 10:04 PM	((OOC:CoD:I replied to two of your messages this morning...I think there may be something wrong with my ability to msg people...the bomb is radio transmitted.It consists of 6 parts:The trigger,which is incripted(unless triggered from an outside source;this consists of a small computer,such as a hacked iPod)the uranium(shielded by a special electric system running through a normal metal shell),the power source(6 large batteries in this case),the first pressure lock(to hold the uranium steady),the second pressure lock(to blow the charges,sending it to oblivion),and the luggage case(to hold all of the systems in).I'm not gonna go into extreme details,because there are some crazy people out there.))
Marksman 01-01-04, 01:00 AM	((OOC:HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!))
ThePreacher 01-01-04, 03:17 AM	((ooc: Happy new year y'all! :D ))
Gene_Kynes 01-01-04, 03:52 AM	(( Happy new year. :D )) Nabil...er...does...stuff. Okay, actually, his player has no idea what the hell happened to make the post count leap up a century in two days. So, erm...here's my pseudo-non-sensical post. By the time the shooting had started, Nabil was gone...a shadow flitting around the plane, pieced-together Glock in gloved hand. The man standing near the door of the plane soon had another standing by him, shade seemingly clinging to his dark skin. "Look for shine, shape. The human form is very, very distinctive." He then sighs. "I take it you're a good marksman?" Flicking off the safety on his glock, Nabil sighs, yet again. He hated terroristic sharpshooters.
Kami no Kenshin 01-01-04, 07:36 AM	Before Nabil was able to sneak up on him, he had a .45 Autoloader pointed dead center at his chest. The Ranger recognized him, then lowered the pistol. No....I've never fired a gun before in my life. Which end do I point at the enemy? He says sarcastically. What the HELL do you think? I just fell off the damn boat YESTERDAY?!?! Expert Marksman qualification with Pistols, Rifles, SMG's.... And just WHO the HELL do you think you are? Giving me advice on how to spot a damn sniper......He turns to look back out through the aircraft's door, then spots the three shooters on top of the terminal building. YO!! ELTEE!!!! I GOT VISUAL ON THE SHOOTERS!!!! THREE OF 'EM ON TOP OF THE TERMINAL BUILDING!!! He takes aim and fires off a few shots at them. He is an extremely skilled marksman, but 100 yards is a LONG way to shoot a pistol. He doubts if any of the rounds will find targets.....
kulideb 01-01-04, 07:50 AM	Michelle wished that Lothar was here, her right hand rubbed at her left were a white band showed round one of her fingers. She knew the theory but had never done this for real, well not unset a device any way. She looked over at Hila to see how the girl was doing.
Godar Kormac (Cod) 01-01-04, 09:21 AM	((Right. thanks. we're gonna tweak it and change it to make it our own happy little weapon of mass destruction. the briefcase erm.. case.. will keep it all in. inside all the important stuff will be behind a metal (or whatever..) plate fastened in by some screws (the kind with no hole in the top.. bolts?) theres only one opening in this and thats the small screen and a set of 10 keys (each with an odd, unrecongnizable symbol on it cept enter and backspace) On the screen is a timer counting down (i'll let the Gm decide what its at. Their plan was to use the bomb to scare away the people to take the plane and do the plan we came up with. it hasnt been shut down like it was suposed to.. but they set in extra time just in case). There are no ports for anything to be pluged in to. The baterys and bomb device are behind the plate. The Gm knows all our fail safes so i wont tell them here, even though this is ooc. There are two seperate radio waves but their exact purposes are unknown. I think thats all i need say. ill take care of more if/when its needs taking care of. Oh, and all Three of the shooters on the roof were ducked down so they wouldnt be seen i belive.. )) Since no one stoped cod he did as i said befor. (got under the bagage car and cut the plastic) Now he rolls out from under it again and yells to the people working on the bomb "I wouldnt Doo Thaaat if i were yoouu.. Unless you want to set it off.." He waits for a moment for a responce then looks to the once shooting "I also suggest you watch what, where, and who you shoot.. ells the same will happen.. heh heh heh"
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-01-04, 09:28 AM	At michelle's first question, Hila only nodded for the lady to go first. The girl's field was info chaches, data bases, et c... not big ticking things that explode. When Michelle tracked out the radio signal, however, Hila felt more at home, and started working on it. Soon her jaw dropped. "I gon sound all bnal here, but that spit ain't llok good! It gets some steady signal, prolly gon blow up if that signal stops... more than one source, though all in one direction... could be the base of whatever ditches planted that bizkit 'ere, but i've no idea why make it that way... i mean it'd be simpler to just have a button they push and goodbye daddy... that steady signal must be there for a reason... a simple pattern, too, like some techno beat! Any idea what t'is?" It seems as though she had completely forgot about the Lt and his weapons now, fully consumed by the bad news her collaboration with Michelle brought to the surface. After just a few seconds, she calls in stress: "Oh crack! Ma big whackin mouth! There's a remote controll signal too!" *** Amos, at that time, was speaking to Liam, while keeping a smile, and trying to cheer him up. Amos may not be the best in most practices his job involves, but in being convincing to virtually anyone he has few rivals. "We all will, soon. Not yet though, some asses are shootin' from term's rooftop on us, so you just keep sittin' 'ere for a cupple minutes, aight? It's a good place you chose, it's safe 'ere... you're cool for not just panickin' like 'em cops did! So look, we gon shoot 'em off, and then you can get back out with us. Yo syster won't be angry at'cha - s'not you the one shootin' us from the roof, eh?" After talking to the boy and giving him an encouraging tap on the back, he streightens up, drops his backpack off, and discovers Hila was right. While pulling ut the parts of his uzi and assembling it, he talks into the mike: "Kid knows what he doin', he safe, now i'ma join the party. Talk at'cha free time. N.I.L.I.!" With that he rose, his uzi now assembled and loaded, and stepped to a window far to the right from the door where Nabil and Task are. With a shot he shatters the window, and lying on the seats he releases two series of bullets to the spot where the Ranger seemed to have made visual contact with the attackers. He turns to Task and Nabbil, speaking in a loud but realtively calm tone: "Gentlemen, you make an inviting target with that doorway. One of you go left and take position near a window, that way we'll split theyr fire betuin us and be safer." Amos knew his chances to hit from such a distance are smaller than those of the actual sharpshooters, to which Task claimed to belong, and Nabbil implied to as well, and that even theyr chances aren't too large. He wished there was a way to travel closer to the terminal, to shrink the distance, and would even make the crazy thing by trying to move the plane from the pilot's chamber without taking to the air... but he knew the people out there are working on the bomb, which will be hard to do while running beside the moving plane like a dog by his master's bycikle. Regardless of wether Task and Nabil respond to his words, he releases another row shortly, though he realizes his actions are a waste of ammo more than anything else, what with the greate distance and the fact that his own skills lye elsewhere.
LOZ 01-01-04, 09:56 AM	Liam listened to Amos and became slightly nervous at the words: Not yet though, some asses are shootin' from terms roof on us' Even though he was worried he sat where he was. He covered his ears with his hands to try and block out the noise. Jess went back to her seat. She took out her box of pills and took two,then a third. She took a deep breath and sat staring her eyes wide.
kulideb 01-01-04, 10:32 AM	Michelle wiped her hands down her hiking pants, Hila was right there was another signal. "Its almost like a heart beat." she said of the first signal. She heared Cods words, "Great! just great!" She looked over to Lt. Taylor. "Does any body know what he wants in return for not setting this thing off?"
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-01-04, 11:44 AM	"Heartbeat? Oh... oh, ma'am! I think you scratched jackpot 'ere, that lil screwcake set it to react to his lepre-chaounish lil' heart!" Hila throws a resenting glance at CoD. "You ain't alone in it, are ya? That bloody hole in Bolt's leg ain't no coinidence, ain't it?!" She turns back to Michelle: "Think he could 'ave it check more than one heart? Cause 'is friends are in it, we really don't want any of 'em too dead..." Her speaker whispes, and she answers into her little mike: "We's covered an' workin' on it. Yo shoot past 'em, not at 'em: we might be havin' a situ-ation 'ere! And deamn right - N.I.L.I.!"
ThePreacher 01-01-04, 11:51 AM	Now the man was in near panic. "And maybe you will f**kin tell me you don't hear freakin' automatic gunshots??! huh?? Or is it just my wild f**kin imagination?! Let me the f**k outta this f**kin airport!!!" He screamed at the guard infront of the airport's lobby exit, his voice almost turning histerrical, though hidden strength could be heard in it. Not waiting for an affirmitive reply he tried to walk by the guard and make it past the airport's front gate.
Marksman 01-01-04, 12:21 PM	The Lt. replies to Michelle without moving his head,speaking out of the corner of his mouth;keeping his scope glued to the roofs... "The Sergeant might know...you folks need pros?I found a 2-way in my bag" Still looking through the scope,he waves a radio in the bomb's direction "A Helo might get these folks to set that thing off,but I know some guys who got the right 'quipment fer that"
Kami no Kenshin 01-01-04, 04:33 PM	((Didn't claim to BE a sharpshooter. Just an extremely good shot. Expert Marksman badges are not that hard to earn. You only need to score 36 hits out of 40 targets at a variety of ranges. Sharpshooter badges are a lot harder.... GODAR: Oh, and if you are ducked down and I CAN'T shoot at you, then how can you fire off any shots? You MUST be visible SOMEHOW to be able to shoot. You did NOT say that you popped up, fired off a couple shots and ducked back down. You said that you very diliberately aimed and fired off a BURST at a target on the ground. Also, since I am standing much higher off theground than the people on the ground, in an aircraft doorway, I have a much clearer view of everything in my line of sight. And besides: If you can act on OOC knowledge that you DIDN'T act on BEFORE we restarted the combat encounter [Telling somebody to cover the roof hatch] I can act on some OOC knowledge too.)) He looks at the civilian who seems to have pulled a loaded Uzi from nowhere..... .oOWhat the HELL?!?!?!?!?!? Is airline security THAT crappy? The Arab has a Glock that he just pulled outta his @#$.....this guy's got a FRIGGIN Uzi stored in his FRIGGIN carry on bag....... the LT's got a .45 on his hip AND a bunch of other weapons in the cargo bay...... Maybe I should search the carry on luggage compartments. Might find enough weaponry in here to equip an army.......Oo. Who the HELL do you think you are? Giving me tactical advice. I'M covered by the doorway, and this guy approached me from behind. And HOW THE HELL DID YOU TWO GET WEAPONS ON THIS PLANE?!?!?!?!?! Task ducks out the door and fires a few more shots at the three snipers.....
kulideb 01-01-04, 04:39 PM	Michelle spoke back to the Lt, "Is there any way you can tell them not to kill any one till we know a little more about this device." Her british acsent seemed to slip as she spoke. "They are more likely to pay attenttion to you than me a mere civilian!" She said indicating the people who were shooting at the gun men.
Godar Kormac (Cod) 01-01-04, 05:13 PM	((just makin sure you people know those three on the roof arnt my chars.)) Kormac chuckles. "Bingo! You win!.. or do you?" at this point he becomes very serious "Our demands are simple. We get on the plane. it gets refuled. We go without more problems. No heroics."
Godar Alfketill 01-01-04, 05:40 PM	(( Kami: Who said that you couldn't shoot at us? I did say that i fired off a burst and then ducked back down under the roof ledge, but that doesn't mean that you can't return fire nor does it mean that we're necessarily completely covered (I don't think a small ledge is going to protect his whole body). Also, covering the rooftop door wasn't any OOC knowledge- we'd easily see the door there when we climbed up onto the roof, and it would be obvious that the airport guards might try to use it when capturing us. The only reason I didn't act on it before is because I didn't even know it was there...the DM never specified that there was a roofway entrance, I think you did. )) Alfketill peaks over the top of the roof at the runway below and puts his rifle to the side for a second. He squints at the people working to disarm the bomb and then continues scanning the rest of the runway trying to pick out the others.
Kami no Kenshin 01-01-04, 06:40 PM	((Most buildings have roof hatches for maintainance access, so that people can get to the roof to repair it.)) He spots the man poking his head out over the rooftop, and fires off a few more shots at him to drive him back down....
BarbedWings 01-01-04, 07:51 PM	((OOC ok since the gunfight started over again gonna change my story :) ))) Jorg Klevett, hearing the gunfire, notices his signal. He stands, puts away his book and walks to the nearest mens room. After finishing his business, in more ways than one, he comes back carrying a breifcase. When Jorg assures no one is looking, opens one side of the case, ervealig a Desert Eagle and a Mark 23. After chuckling to himself Jorg flips the case and opens the other side, and chuckles a bit harder after laying eyes on a dis-assembled Dragunov, two magazines and ten golden bullets in the foamy substances that held the rifle. "Retirement gifts..." Jorg takes out the Desert Eagle,places it in an empty holster, and holds the Mark 23 in his left hand as he mkakes his way to some stairs, unlocked and unguarded, he climbs the stairs to the roof about 150m away from the plane and the roof where the terrorists are. As Jorg assembles the Dragunov he searches for whos shooting, and starts to identify friend or foe, is he has any.
ThePreacher 01-02-04, 09:26 AM	((ooc: Ammm... man? A Dragunov??? As I understood, your char is now making his way up the stairs and upto the roof top, so it means he's gonna face the terrorists in close quarters! So how the hell are you gonna use a Sniper rifle in these conditions? :confused: I'm just curious... And also... How didn't anyone notice this arsenal coming out of your suitcase?? The airport is full of people, and not to mention the police and swat personnel... I mean, I have no objections to you having these weapons and using them (and who am I to object?) but it would be nice if you people started making sense.))
Kami no Kenshin 01-02-04, 01:07 PM	((Methinks he means he's going up on a DIFFERENT rooftop..... they are on top of the Terminal building and he's going up to the Tower or something.))
Malachi Davidson 01-02-04, 06:49 PM	(( Gee, good to see so many firearms that just happen to be popping up. :rolleyes: The military guys are one thing, but having more than 50% of the characters carrying guns is a bit much.... Oh well, playing a bit of catch-up since a full page has gone by.... )) The disheveled man walks back along the side of the plane opposite from where the shootout is taking place, muttering to himself. "Such conflict is cer-certainly not needed. It wuh-would be much simpler to just welcome them without such sal-salutations." He shakes his head a bit as he looks up at the side of the plane, then off to the side where he sees the mobile stairs. A crooked grin crosses his face as he looks up at the side of the plane and back to the stair-cart, and back again. He chuckles inanely to himself as he shuffles off in the cart's direction.
Godar Alfketill 01-02-04, 07:06 PM	Alfketill hears the Lt fire off his rounds and tries to duck behind the ledge once more, but fails to do it in time and a bullet skids across the side of his face, ripping a large gash from his cheek to the back of his ear. He quickly lies down flat on the ground and puts a hand to his face. Smirking, he glances over at Buri. "I suppose its not my time yet..."
Buri 01-02-04, 07:11 PM	Buri laughs a bit, then reaches up over the ledge and returns fire. Not sure of exactly where its coming from, he sprays fire at the ramp leading up to the plane and then takes a moment to screen the area more thoroughly.
Kami no Kenshin 01-02-04, 07:37 PM	He ducks back inside the door of the plane, using the airframe for cover then pulls out a small black cell phone and turns it on. He dials 911, This is Sergeant Jordan Task, US Army. We've got shots fired at the airport!! Several shooters on top of the terminal building. Myself and a few others are in and around a plane on the tarmac, returning fire as much as possible. Get somebody down here NOW!! He ducks back out and spots Buri peering over the top of the rooftop, and fires off the rest of his magazine at him......
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-03-04, 03:18 AM	Hila turns to her mike, speaking hastily: "Flage, al tira! shkav! This shizzle's readin' they heartbeats!" Slamming her hands to the keys of her laptop with frustration, Hila answers to the Lt: "Yeah, 'tever pros and 2-ways are, i won't be refusin' any. I'm calling ma man's gun off, but 'em souljas won't listen to an'thing short of a you!" Then she returns to being usefull by reporting to her comrad: "Od mash'hu: iesh gam shalat rakhok... meteg iadani, kanir'e." She raises her head back to Michelle, and as she speaks, to the carefull observer a slight shaking of her face may be apparent. She is well nearing the brick of crying, as the situation suddenly seems two sizes too large for her and the man she's trusting with her firearm. "Ma'am, a' guess shuttin the wave off will blow it all up, right? Any ideas?" *** ~ Ahm, someone with minimal experience and preparation, at the very least! Bah, steady Flage, remmeber rule #2: "Never try bossing the military, aspecially if it's not your military". Not speaking his thoughts out loud, Amos nods to Task: "Good point, i've no authority over you. Still, i've been tought, and learned from experience, that two gunmen in one spot is much like two bullets in a russian rulette's revolver." He lets out another burst, aiming where the ranger aimed, and then hears Hila's voice from his speaker. He blinks in surprise, and flats agains the seats, not releasing the burst he was going to shoot. He didn't asume he could actually hit anyone, but miracles do happen, aspecially when you don't want them to. He calls to Nabbil and the ranger again, now speaking more hastily, and no longer without fear: "Ahhh, khkhkhkhara! Listen, my associate informs me the bomb reads theyr hertbeats, it'll blow if anyone is dead. Look, if the two of you will keep theyr attention and shoot close enough so tehyr don't suspect, but never actually aim too well, i can try to get there and either negotiate or disarm them. I insist to be the one to do it, since my skill with long-distance fire is poor: I am more likely to hit when aiming to miss, than to score when aiming to hit. If my college finds a way to sdisarm it before i get to them, breake another window to signal me." He rolls down from the seats, and comes closer to Task and Nabbil, but doesn't actually jump out yet, waiting to hear thery responce. He doesn't wish leave before knowing that they won't make it all vain by killing one of the terrorists and setting the bomb off. Explaining them his plan more explicitly could be a beter idea as well, but he desides to only do that if they will request it, seeing as there's not too much time for that, what with the terrorist's shots and the bomb's limited patience. Hearing Hila's new information, he almost slams his head into the floor with frustration. "Bah! Now she sais there's also a manual trigger somewhere..."
kulideb 01-03-04, 07:23 AM	"emm...may be if we could find the exact signall we could trick it into listerning to ours." she looked over to the girl and reached out a hand. "Your doing fine." she said looking into the girls face.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-03-04, 09:16 AM	Through the upcoming hints of tears, a strong determination can be seen in the girl's eyes. "Fine migh' j'st not be 'nough this time... But yeah, gotta keep out eyes on the prize, eh? Think we can find the hardware to make it be a good shrink an' listen to our hearts?" Suddenly, the last word of her sentance not quite finished yet, Hila cocks her head as if a sudden realization just hit her. She points to her laptop, and types the following: "mr leprekun b w/them! bet he wers 1 of these *s @ his hart too! If we get it w/out killing him we can use it @ 1 of us & may b x it to fake every1 else's heats!!!" After making sure Michelle had read her message, she turns the screen to the leutenant, calling "El Tee sir!", and types another passage, whle he's reading the above: "gun his rite arm w/out killing if u can! I get the left, then he cant push the btn & we take the * from him & put it @me!" When the crazy ol' guy doesn't look she gestures both to be stealthy about theyr intentions. She reaches into the side pocket of the backpack lying infront of them, and pulls out a tabacko pipe. Well, it looks like a pipe, though it's a bit too long for one, and isn't curved at all, untill she moves out a small lence from its side, and a hole in its front, opposing the mouthpiece persicely, is revealed. She puts the "pipe" in her mouth, and keeps one eye on the leutenant, and the other on the place where CoD's shoulder would be when he shows again {assuming right now he's hiden behind something}. *** While Amos is waiting for Task and Nabbil to either confirm or argue, he pushes his floor-flattened body backwards just intime, as a stray bullet hits the floor just inside the plane, and rikochetes towards his face. It tears his nostrills and a tiny pull of blood quickly appears on the floor under his face. He was ready for the pain, and manages to supress the pain's vocal expression, though his face shows he daffinately felt it. If he hadn't moved in time, the bullet would have likely found his throat.
Marksman 01-03-04, 12:50 PM	((OOC:I didn't fire a shot yet,but the other guy did!To Preacher-I'm using an L-96 A1 at around 100m...)) The Lt. gets a strange look on his face,completely confused "The who What?You want me to shoot him?Ah screw it..." He sights in on Buri,who was giving off a burst,aiming for the AK "I hope I'm gettin' this right..." He pulls the trigger...
Kami no Kenshin 01-03-04, 01:25 PM	WHAT?!?!?!? HEARTBEATS?!?!?!?!? THEY'VE WIRED IT TO A FRIGGIN' DEAD MAN'S SWITCH?!?!?!? Right.....okay. Maybe we should just stop shooting at them altogether. Wait 'til nightfall and shoot out the runway lights then sneak up on them. All I've got is my dinky little pistol here. I can't garantee that I won't hit one of them in the head or the chest accidentally at this range, unless I aim well above or below them......
kulideb 01-03-04, 02:46 PM	Michelle smiled at Hila. "Well done." she whispered over to her. At last the guys shooting understood what they wanted done. Michelle looked over the device, still a way to go till they were in the all clear, but at least they seemed to be going in the right direction.
ThePreacher 01-03-04, 04:11 PM	((ooc: eeehh... Why are you telling me this Lt? heh, anyway, It seems ooc messages are the only type of messages I can post on this thread lately))
Gene_Kynes 01-03-04, 04:39 PM	Nabil nods, and pulls something out of his laptop...a stock. Sliding it onto the Glock's rear, and snapping it onto the frame, he then pulls out the carbine from his digital camera's battery compartment...and twists it on. "Don't ask." Now, with his extended accuracy and stability...Nabil lays "movie fire", basically...firing in the air above the terrorists, but not to hit.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-04-04, 10:52 AM	"Several deadman triggers, i fear. I doubt the... <device> will have the patience to let us linger untill nightfall; I'll make a C-turn around the threat area and close with these moffoes. Would one of you switch weapions with me? I am better off without the Uzi where i'm going, and you both could use the extra amunition." Amos hastily pulls a single ammo box from the backpack, then puts the backpack back on and wipes the blood from his lower face, cursing silently at the nauciating discomfort this bleeding provides. He laies the Uzi on the box, expecting one of his co-shooters to lend him a handgun instead, before he leaps out there and does something extremely jewish:smirk:. *** ~ Nooo! Hila sees her message was misunderstood, and quickly draws the laptop back, fixing the paragraph to make it more clear for normal people. When she turns it back to the leutenant and pulls his attention again, it reads: "shoot the old man's rght hand without killing him! I get the left, then he cant use the manual trigger. then we can take his heart-trigger and put it on one of us!" Without waiting, she nods to Michelle, closes her lips around the mouthpiece of the "pipe", aims to the COD's left shoulder, and blows. A needle supported by a yellowish "feather" flies out. THe poison should paralize a target's body making it limp, without actually harming him or risking life signals. What she isn't sure about is how long exactly will it take for the poison to spread across the entire system {the hand would be probably paralize instantly, but it'll take time for the rest of the body}, and thus she hopes Bolt will take care of the man's right arm. Another thing she's far from being sure about, is wetehr she'll hit. She blows and prayes.
Kami no Kenshin 01-04-04, 02:03 PM	Task ejects the spent magazine from the pistol, then pulls out another and slaps it home. He thumbs the slide release, sending the slide forward and chambering a round. He reverses the weapon, and holds it out butt first toward Amos, You've got twelve rounds in the mag. He pulls out the other two magazines, and two spares. I'll want this back. Oh, and just where the hell ARE you going, anyway?
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-04-04, 04:44 PM	Amos nods and takes the gun, moving the ammo box and the Uzi towards Task. "You'll have it back, though you might need to wash my remains of it" The turquoise-haired man smirks with dark humor, then continues: "As to my direction and intended actions, as i have sayd..." ~ ...and none too long ago, at that. "...if the two of you will keep theyr attention and shoot close enough so tehy don't suspect, but never actually aim too well, i can try to get on theyr roof and either negotiate or disarm them. I insist to be the one to do it, since my skill with long-distance fire is poor: I am more likely to hit when aiming to miss, than to score when aiming to hit. If Hila, my associate, finds a way to disarm it before i get to them, breake another window to signal me. I'll make a C-turn around the threat area to avoid being seen. And shot." Having said that, he pulls two shafts from the back of his backpack, and leans them against his shoulders, thus securing the backpack in a position from which it protects the back of his head, and most of his back. He salutes and jumps out of the door, swinging himself to be positioned behind the ramp during his fall.
Kami no Kenshin 01-04-04, 06:18 PM	He picks up the Uzi, and unfolds the stock, well....it'll do better than my .45. He inches toward the doorway, tucking the stock against his shoulder and holding the Uzi with two hands. He dials the selector switch to single shot and begins aiming at the terrorists.....
Marksman 01-04-04, 09:56 PM	The Lt. re-reads the message and flips his view towards COD.He grabs another cartridge out of the pack,a five round one,and slips it into the gun.He slides the bolt back,chambers a bullet,and slams the bolt forward.Aiming at COD,he mumbles something out of the corner of his mouth "Hundred'Three yards...wind South/SouthWest 5mph...adjust.........." Feeling his heart skip a beat,he fires,feeling the bullet fly out of the barrel towards COD's hand...
Malachi Davidson 01-05-04, 03:30 AM	Malachi makes his way up to the stair-cart and steps up into the control deck. "Well, this is some contraption our people have cooked up, that's for sure." He mutters as he looks around. He finds the key still in the ignition and, recognizing it from a movie he saw, turns it and grins to himself as the engine starts, "The wuh-wonders never cease."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-05-04, 08:24 AM	During the british mandate on Israel's territry, one of the jewish underground organizations developed a crawling method that was ever since used by the various resistance organizations, later by the Israely army, and latere still - by other armies. The method is called "6/60"; The name's reason lies in one of the method's legendary first uses, when with the intention of blowing up a british radar, the Lekh"i members, who were performing that mission, passed a distance of 60 meters in 6 hours. Why would they do it? Because that area was closely watched from the radar's tower. Oh, one more detail: they succeeded. Now, taking a course to the right, then towards the terminal, and finally back to the left to reach its door, Amos is using the 6/60 crawling method, with his backpack's armored walls keeping his head and back safe from bullets. He realizes, however, that should he be noticed during hes crawl to the right and forward, he can well bid his relatively exposed legs goodbye. The crawl is likely to take him quite a while. {{OOC: Needless to say we {Marxman and myself} should wait for CoD now. Also, i will wait {and recomend all those who posted recently} to wait for the DM and for those who did not post the last day or two.}}
ThePreacher 01-05-04, 11:24 AM	((ooc: Hell, I'm still waiting for Gm to reply to my char... And randomly ooc'ing while I'm at it :sad: )
BarbedWings 01-05-04, 02:13 PM	((OOC srry got caught up in Star WArs Galaxies... Im in the lobby, and an airport is a very large place. AS i ubnderstood alot of people ran away, so the airport would be kinda empty. Someone brought me 'retirement gifts' and i decided to use them in the almost-firefight. Im walking up stairts to a completely differant part of the airport roof. A ways away. it kinda makes a triangle as I understand it, but GM Will will have to verify :) U dont get checked walking in the doors of an airport, we meet in a bathroom.))
Xyathiel 01-05-04, 10:15 PM	Cods listins to the conversation as best he can then runs to hide behind a tire of the plane. this protects him from marksmans shot. he peaks around now and then at random intervals and random areas of the wheel. he wasnt fully hidden and his hand is hit by the dart. "Oww.. the.. hell?.. tingly.."
Marksman 01-05-04, 10:35 PM	Bolt turns away from his scope at Hila,looking peeved... "I MISSED???HOW COULD I MISS???" He turns back to the roof and starts taking aim at the people on the roof. "Three in the cartridge,one in the barrel..."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-06-04, 04:27 AM	{{OOC:Cod listens to the conversation as best he can then runs to hide behind a tire of the plane. This protects him from marksman's shot.I'm not sure how can someone "listen" to a conversation in which one side only typed and shown his laptop screen to the other, while the other avoided vocally revealing the content of what he read.:rolleyes: Oh well, suppose we could say he guessed, if you wish.}} Due to the "leprechaun"'s hiding {plus the needle's tiny size}, Hila wasn't able to see the dart/needle as it entered his skin. She could only hope that her target's words about "tingling" were a reaction to her dart, rather than a mockery about Bolt's missed bullet. With that hope in mind, she lies down, waiting the minute or so it should take for the paralizing poison to spread. Recalling another usefull fact, she types on her laptop again, turning it to Michelle: "btw: 1ce it kicks in, it only gon last for like 10 mins. even a bit less if he a tough one..." The next moment she notices her trusted companion making a crawl towards the terminal, that could make a turtle feel very good about itself, and sighs. She saw him on suicide missions before, and although she worries for him every time, she learned to make herself just hold fingers, instead of tossing something heavy at him and asking non too quietly of what the crack he thinks he's doing. Then she turns to look at Bolt, whose skill, she fears, will not fail him more than once; if he aims to kill, he probably will, which would mean premature detonation, if what Michelle and her found out is correct. "Ugh, sir leutenant, if one of 'em goes eat dust we's a-blow an' radio-whackin-active stuff spreads all 'round, 'member?"
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-06-04, 04:27 AM	.
Kami no Kenshin 01-06-04, 07:02 AM	((Yeah, I think this thread is on the fast track to nowhere, seeing as how the thread starter [GM Will] has not posted since uhh.... Dec 31st. I don't want to disrupt the continuity of the thread for the people who are still plugging away at it, so I'd appreciate it if somebody could give me a way to write myself out without disrupting it too much.)) He begins firing in the direction of the terrorists, shooting up the air around them, above and below. He fires single shots, aiming each one carefully to come close enough that they might think he's shooting at them, very poorly.
Xyathiel 01-06-04, 03:48 PM	((oh.. sorry.. Well then the dart hits and he runs to the wheel as i said, thus dodging the bulet shot.. That way not much is changed)) the 'tinglyness' spreads slowly
Marksman 01-10-04, 10:07 PM	((OOC: :bump:!))
BarbedWings 01-15-04, 10:43 PM	((bump huh? on a campaign? waaaaaa?)) Jorg finishes assembling his Drugnov, then uses the scope to look for the firefight. He first spots the passengers of the plane, and assesses them as not the targets. Three, thats waht he needed. Then he spots the other faction and takes aim...
BarbedWings 01-22-04, 05:23 PM	((HELLO!!!! GM WILL!!!!!))
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 01-23-04, 05:41 AM	{{OOC: I was absent for a while, due to reasons not subjected to my controll. Now i'm back, and this post is just to reassure everyone that Nug will come back as well. Sooner or later. Well, "sooner" has already expired, but i'm sure he'll return one day, and we can all continue. Post Scriptum: It's still a bummer that Task No Kenshin left us...}}
BarbedWings 01-29-04, 05:36 PM	Jorg remembers his training oh so many years ago. Breathe and squeeze. Breath and sqeeze. Three shots peirced the air around Jorg, as he hopes he struck his targets
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 02-05-04, 10:55 AM	{{OOC: Good news! Will is coming back to us within two weeks from now, and will revive the thread, wheeeeeeee!:bounce:}}
ThePreacher 02-05-04, 12:25 PM	Yippi khaaayeyy motha-:censored::censored::censored::censored: as! :D
Nugan 02-05-04, 04:18 PM	((Huge huge huge apologies guys. I've been swamped with college, work, and personal issues the last month or so. I know I should've atleast told you guys that, but I had some frustating issues with the thread, so I decided to play my namesake and take the cowards way out. Anyway, Quathmor and a few others got through to me, so I'm coming back in a couple of weeks after I get past my next huge volley of exams. Sorry again everyone. ))
kulideb 02-06-04, 04:16 PM	:bounce: Apologies exepted, just nice to have you back:D
Nugan 02-17-04, 08:42 PM	(( As promised, I'm back. However, although I'll have the time to keep the thread running, I won't have time to read pages and pages of new material. I also don't want to force everyone to jump back in time and lose a bunch more posts. So, if everyone could post a brief synopsis of what's happened to thier chars since I left, I'd be very thankful. Also, if you have any question or concerns, please post up and I'll answer them now. :) ))
BarbedWings 02-17-04, 08:47 PM	((breif synopsis? I got to a roof far away and took out a rifle.))
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 02-17-04, 10:58 PM	{{OOC: Michelle {Kulideb's} and Hila {mine} screwed with theyr equipment untill they figured out about the heart-triggers. They plotted with Bolt {Marksman's} to neutralize CoD, and apply his trigger to one of them. They tried to get his arms, and Hila put a poisoned needle in him, from Amos's blowgun. The poison should eventually paralize him, and then they'll have a couple minutes before the effect ends and he's back to normal. Amos {mine} was informed by Hila through theyr thingy, and told Task {Kami's} and Nabbil {Dante's} about the triggers. Amos burrowed Tssk's gun, and went 6/60 around the threat-area, which should take a LOT, and i repeat, a lot of time; he should eventually reach the terminal. Kenshin desided to leave, so i suppose you can kill Task - his character - off.}}
GM Will 02-18-04, 12:24 PM	((Thanks guys. I'm going to give everyone who wants to come back till tommorrow to sign in before I restart. That's not to say you can't rejoin after tommorrow, I'm just giving some time for everyone to come back and catch up. Thanks for your patience.))
ThePreacher 02-18-04, 12:28 PM	Catchin up needs be done by you... we... we wait.
kulideb 02-18-04, 04:51 PM	Loz and I are still in,:D
Marksman 02-18-04, 06:31 PM	((OOC:I'll be able to stay!))
BarbedWings 02-18-04, 09:39 PM	((im in))
GM Will 02-19-04, 03:37 AM	(( Cool. I'll start sometime tommorrow afternoon. Thanks again for your patience. :) ))
Godar Alfketill 02-19-04, 07:10 PM	(( And you have my axe... I mean, yeah i'm in ))
GM Will 02-19-04, 10:21 PM	((As promised, here we go :) )) The few remaining state police on the runway have scattered by this point, alarned by the action. They seem to have been in too much of a hurry to inform anyone inside the airport of the emergency outside. Meanwhile, inside the airport lobby, the passengers murmer to each other, spreading half-truths about what've they've heard is going on outside. Several individuals get up and try to leave, but are stopped by airport security.
Marksman 02-19-04, 10:52 PM	The Lt. adjusts his lense,again turning to Hila... "So I'm not supposed to kill 'em?Gah..." ...And clicks down the bipod... "Aim for the guns,I guess" ((OOC:Ooooo...color!))
Sergeant LaBarge 02-19-04, 11:14 PM	LaBarge reaches his chair, and struggles with the driver's side door handle for awhile before realizing its locked. He fumbles futily through his uniform pockets before looking back at the Airport. "Oh... Son of a :censored:!"
kulideb 02-21-04, 07:08 AM	Michelle found her self holding her breath, She pinched her arm to make her self breath as she waited to see if they could pull this off. She knew they wouldn't have long. She went back to the computer. "I thin...No I am ready." She said trying to sound confident, she smiled at Hila. "Now, whos heart shall we use?"
lozyk 02-21-04, 10:33 AM	Liam still sitting under the chair started to get bored so he crawled around the plane. He crawled into the cockpit and looked around at the all the different buttons and switches. they were so tempting to press. He stretched out his hand to press the nearest one. Jess started to feel sick, she just wanted to get out of here. she had to wait for liam to come back. but what happens if he doesn't? she thought feeling more worried made her feel even more sick.
BarbedWings 02-25-04, 09:44 PM	Jorg pulls the trigger. Once. Twice. Thrice. He uses the art taught to him by his trainers, breath. Sqeeze. Breath. Squeeze. Once he finishes his third shot the ducks and rols to another corner of the outcropping roof, and takes aim once more...