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Post by CIRCUS on Apr 23, 2013 9:32:15 GMT -8
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People within these walls always seemed to be so tense about something. Either from outside or inside it was like they could never truly relax even just for a second. This little female on the other hand was more than happy to be relaxed at any given time or day of her life. At this point in time she was hanging upside down from a ceiling pipe in the middle of the hallway. Why? Well it was fun to have the blood rush toward the top of her head. Ah this was peace, never a care in the world the female enjoyed having such ability for once in her life. Ever since she tossed away those nasty little pills she felt whole for once. Course the whispers every now and then did sort of freak her out but who was she to judge. She was a melting pot of people, like most people they wanted their time out in the sun if one was to describe it. Course that meant using her body, she usually woke up in a random place, or standing in a pile of bodies with blood coating her clothing and skin. Locked within a box inside her mind were memories, their memories they were not hers to claim. A sly whore of a female, a innocent child untainted by the world, and then him. The man soaked in crimson from the amount of blood he had shed during his time in control. The blood was rushing toward her head as the female moved aqua colored eyes upward to stare at her legs wrapped around the pipe by her knees. She was guessing that she should at some point or another drop down else she pass out. The sound of footsteps reached her ears before her eyes followed slowly toward the sound. She knew him! A large grin appeared on her face as the male stepped closer and closer. "Heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyy" her loud greeting was always welcomed, well in her eyes that was.
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Post by Tenpen Chii on Apr 24, 2013 19:22:11 GMT -8
Within the compound of the JTF, I found myself walking about the establishment without a cause. Ever since I had been here, I have been trying to fit in along with the others, and though I could because of the skills I had developed as I grew up, it still felt weird to me. I was constantly living in a lie, and again, it was something that I was used to doing, living a life of espionage, but never for this long. It was as if I was suffering from my own lie, but I couldn’t allow myself to break, I was here for a reason—one of my own, and I wouldn’t leave this place until I have gotten what I wanted.
Ceasing the conversation in my head, my dark brown eyes had glanced at the environment around me as I continued forward, to a staircase that was just some ways down the fall. Usually, I would move about silently, to go undetected. Not today, I was rather down, having to confront these lies that I was drowning in. What made it worse was that I was lonely, because I’ve been so wrapped up in not blowing my cover; I cut myself off to others.
Regardless of how I felt, I wouldn’t allow my facial expression or my eyes to reveal otherwise to people. I was a master of hiding any and all emotions, and I have yet to meet anyone who could see through me. Once I reached the top of the staircase, into another hallway which continued onward for a few meters, I was greeted by a loud and dragged out “hey,” from a girl with a blue mane, who hung upside down from a pipe. It looked dangerous, but I doubt she would be up there if she wasn’t having fun.
My eyes adverted to her own, looking with hers as I stood about a meter or so away from her, with my hands in the packets of my pants. “Oh, hey there. You know, your head might burst if you stay like that too long.” I had spoken in my casual baritone voice, which vibrated the air and carried on the soothing sound of my voice to her ears.
ATTIRE, Tenpen is sporting a pair of black, low-crutch, slightly baggy pants which tights as it goes down to his ankles. He also dons a large black shirt, which sleeves comes to his upper forearms. And a simple pair of black trainers, and a mask covering his nose, mouth, and neck.
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Post by CIRCUS on Apr 24, 2013 19:45:47 GMT -8
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Circus stared at the half masked man as he opened his mouth to speak. Her lips curved into a smile which she believed would look like a frown from upside down. Stupid thoughts but fun for her anyways. "You are probably right!" her smile turned into a grin before she swung her upper body towards her legs. Slim fingers gripped a hold of the pipe as she pulled herself into an up right position upon the pipe line. Tossing up her legs she extended her body with a push as she came crashing to the floor. A loud thump sounding from her boots and the floor connecting with one other. Her long blue hair settling around her like an ocean wave. The blood rushed from her head into her body which caused the female to sway slightly before she pushed herself to a standing position. That stupid grin still upon her face at the feeling that it granted her. She was at peace when she was in her own little high. No whispers, no hidden chests within her mind. Circus was free for a few seconds before it all came crashing down on her. That grin seemed to never leave her face as her eyes connected within his own. She had been here for a while, meet many people. Yet she had never met a man with half his face covered so.
"You are new!" it was a statement rather than a question. Something she did a lot truth be told. The young female was either asking to many questions or never asking and just assuming something she knew was either true or not. Leaning closer her eyes locking onto the mask that covered his mouth as a frown began to form. "How do you eat with that on? Do you take it off than eat? Or……do you have like a little hole that you can stick a straw into? Ohoh…..if so. Do you mush up the food and drink like they do with those coma people?" rambling, she was rambling while speaking to him. Lost in her own glee at the masked man's attire.
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Post by Tenpen Chii on Apr 24, 2013 20:25:59 GMT -8
I kept a light and cheerful expression upon my face, and I made sure that it was also the energy that I would pass off and onto the new face I had encountered. She responded to my statement about her head bursting promptly, and made her way down from the pipe she hung from, after making an attention grabbing performance. The distance between the two of us had still yet to be covered, and the female then went on to tell me that I was new. Well, at least new to her, she couldn’t have possibly known every last person, right?
I shook my head playfully in response before speaking. “No, actu---.” Before I was even able to finish my sentence, she moved on to another subject, one concerning the mask that I wore. Surely she was a bubbly person, or maybe she had been off on some drug. Not really sure how to respond to her question, he moved a hand to the back of his hand, rubbing his spiky silver hair. “Well, it’s pretty simple; I just pull it down to it.
Strangely enough, when I do eat, people are never around, and they ask me that same question. Like I never remove my mask or something.” A heartfelt chuckle followed my statement, as my hand had moved from my head back down to my side, before resting on my hip. “Anyway, my name is Tenpen Chii—I have been here for a while, but it is obvious the two of us have never met. But, how are you?”
I wanted to be formal; you wouldn’t know how some people could be picky about such things until it is ignored. Rather than falling into that, I decided to get it out of the way as soon as possible.
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Post by SINNER on Apr 25, 2013 6:47:38 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] FEAR, FEAR  The area was currently nice and quiet, the hallway was cool, a nice damp draft filled Sinner with a feeling of completeness, of peace, and of tranquility. This place truly was his home now, a place where he could rest, relax, work out, and enjoy himself. That was of course as long as he was far away from the other idiots that inhabited this place. The people he was forced to call his...comrades. The sheer thought of those people being part of his team disgusted him. Most of them were useless degenerates that just liked having a big gun in their hands. Or psycho sadists that enjoyed shooting people. That was what people assumed Sinner was. This is wrong. Sinner is an artist of death. Called forth by God because of certain, abilities, he possesses, to smite down evil. And as we all know, evil can be found anywhere.
A high pitched squeal of a voice rose Sinner from his daydream. Urgh, Circus. He got up from leaning against a wall and walked in the direction of the sound. It didn't take long, she talked loudly, and was pretty easy to find. "Circus what the hell are you doing?" That was when he noticed the man standing by her. Who the hell was he? He didn't look familiar. Maybe he was an Altered with some weird power? Either way it was a problem. Sinner placed his hand on the handle of his katana. "I'm sorry Sir. Are you lost?" This guy looked fishy that was for sure. Then way he hid his mouth was really disturbing, Sinner didn't trust him for a minute, and would undoubtedly unleash a torrent of this bastards blood onto the clean sparkly floor, if he so much as made a threatening move towards Circus. It wasn't that Sinner liked Circus, its just he had the confidence in his own ability to repel an attack, but not the confidence in hers.
Notes:Kay, so missing an arm, need help to get it fixed
Tagged: Circus, Tenten Words: umm...number? template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by LEO on Apr 25, 2013 12:15:18 GMT -8
Solemn eyes traced the grid pattern of tile at Leo's feet, passing over the various small pools of water. Every moment, and another drop fell from his chin, arms, or even shorts as a white cloth motioned atop his head. When he reached his legs, the rest of his body had been dried, though hair and shorts remained damp. It was a good swim, a nice cardio workout, and he felt every bit more alive that he had prior.
Throwing on a slim-fit, black zip-up hoodie, and fitted gray sweats, Leo exited the locker room for the pool, a sports bag tossed around his shoulder. He dodged past others that occupied the gym floor, and soon found himself parallel to a row of tall glass windows overlooking the good portion of the cityscape. The fog sank and held heavy on street level, though after about ten meters, it was clear skies, and he was able to see the less-than-pristine conditioned skyscrapers that were abundant.
Every hallway the officer progressed through was accompanied by a digital clock, and every time he past one, he'd let his gaze fall on the time. Three hours till his shift started, and nothing to do but relax till then. In truth, he was fairly disappointed that he hadn't exercised longer, as it felt as if hours passed in that water.
On final corner, and he'd meet three others, huddled and blocking the left-side of the pathway. Leo recognized them all, though wasn't that close to any. The one he was most familiar with was the one-armed creep that had his left hand resting on his blade. The man would never hear Leo's though about him, but they ran deep with suspicion and fear. The female was an oddball too, and it seemed only the masked-man was the most reasonably placed. Two mentally unstable people, and a man that wore a mask everywhere he went. How did they end up on the force? Lord only knew, but he had the same thoughts about half the other officers, including Jiga.
The Italian was naturally inclined to make sure conflict wouldn't start, though he doubt that much could be accomplished with one arm. While his eyes calculated the movements and posture of the arm, he started to get a feel for a possible withdraw, and where exactly it would strike. It was a second of inspection before he spoke out, his voice jumping over the back of Sinner, "Something going on over here?"
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Post by CIRCUS on Apr 25, 2013 12:32:46 GMT -8
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She had a feeling she was asking to many questions for the poor man at once. He was rather interesting for someone within these walls which meant that she had to know about him. Like a child with a new toy she wanted to learn the in's and out's of him before testing the boundaries that lay before them. Her lips slammed shut when he raised his hand upward to lightly travel over the spike hair that lay upon his head. His voice was clear as he spoke to her about how other people to had believed he never took off his mask. Well it was within reason if he wore it at all times people would gain that idea quickly. "You should show people the face under the mask once in awhile. Maybe than they won't think that you never take it off....." she paused in her words as her eyes stared at him. "Do you sleep with that on!?" how could one breath through it to begin with? So many questions. A smile tugged her lips upward as she felt herself nod slowly. "Tenten!" giving him a nickname like she did to all the Task Force. If they did not care for it? Not like she really cared. "I am called Circus, and I am good….how have you been?"Her question hung in the air as another voice came into play. Moving her aqua tainted eyes she turned her head to stare at the person who had all but yelled at her. She could feel her eyes narrow as her head tilted to the side. "Oniisan…..why are you yelling?" her first question was asked. Stepping to the side she placed herself between both Sinner and Tenpen as her lips turned into a frown. "Tenten and I were speaking to one other…..why do you have your hand on the katana?" the frown still upon her lips they were joined by another of the task force. The Kitty Cat, ah she just hoped she never said the nickname out loud when he was around. Even though his name was Leo he was indeed not a feline. Yet when she had met him for the first time she had thought of that nickname. Sticking to it within her own mind for fear of being embarassed. Raising her arms she crossed them under her breasts while staring at Sinner. "I do not know…..is there something going on here Oniisan?"
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Post by Tenpen Chii on Apr 25, 2013 20:05:23 GMT -8
After attempting to be formal and introducing myself to the young female, she would shout out my name—a nickname that is. Instead of calling me ‘Tenpen,’ she opted to call me ‘Tenten,’ which actually kind of bothered me, since I was sensitive about my name. But, there wasn’t anything I could do about it, I could tell this was here nature, by the way that she acted and moved. My observative eyes caught it all. Eventually she dropped her name, or perhaps it was a nickname, since she said she was ‘called’ it, rather than it being her name, and the fact that she didn’t give a whole name.
With the status of how she was confirmed, I would smile (though it can’t be seen beneath my mask) and nod, acknowledging that was how she felt. “Well, I myself am feeling rather--” My speech was cut short, one approaching from behind ‘Circus’ was shouting out as he had neared us (I am saying that you are coming from behind for two things; you didn’t mention coming up the stairs I did, and you noticed Circus first—if you did come the other way, you would have seen me first, since I am bigger; the same goes for Leo).
While I was still a meter from Circus, I could see the guy behind her, about a meter from her, placing his hand upon the hilt of his katana, and at that time, I noticed he only had one arm. It seemed to have been freshly cut; I was able to pick up the scent of the blood quite easily. And to be honest, his blood reeked, he must have been a bad person of some sort. I carried a playful expression upon my face, continuing to give off a good aura from my being, while at the same time, I remained loose and ready for anything that was to come.
I didn’t know what type of person he was, and if he had dared to draw his blade on me, he’d be missing another arm. Due to my skills of assassination, I didn’t have to take a particular stance for me to be ready for combat, because I am always ready, with my guard never being down. Though, my attitude and gestures would deceive many. “Not really, I am a part of the Task Force—or you know, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” I had spoken in a playful tone, once again rubbing the back of my head.
Before anything else was said, Circus had spoken up, calling him ‘onii-san,’ meaning that the two carried a sister and brother relationship. She moved to make sure either one of us was cut off from a direct path at each other; Circus wasn’t like her ‘onii-san’ at all, which was good. Some guys in this world were super rude. And then, another wild one had appeared, approaching from behind where ‘onii-san’ had originally came from; I would be three meters away from him.
He questioned if something had been going on, my dark brown eyes sat upon him in a cheerful many as well, before moving back to Circus as she spoke once more. “Yeah, something is going on. This guy here really loud, disturbing me and Circus-chan’s nice conversation. He didn’t even properly introduce himself, either.”
I wanted my words to cut the ‘onii-san,’ but I also wanted them to sound playful and harmless. I think I managed to do so, but then again, they all could probably tell what I was trying to do—provoke the one-armed swordsman.
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Post by SINNER on Apr 26, 2013 8:35:33 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] FEAR, FEAR He cocked his head on the side, completely forgetting the situation he was currently in. This guy was JTF? This masked arsehole that seemed to think he was more important than Sinner? For one think, Sinner was the Senior rank in this situation, and should thus be given the respect he deserved, he wouldn't take this shit from a newbie with a big ego. Or at least he wouldn't have if he had his arm. The white cloth of his t-shirt hung limp from where his arm used to be, it was still painful, and hadn't healed. The new wound had been his punishment from Jiga, but he planned on defying her, thats why he needed Circus's help, he needed a way to get to a doctor that knew how to fix this, and he needed someone he slightly trusted to help him. In his current condition he wasn't allowed outside the base alone, nor was he confident he could find someone with the skills needed to fix him up.
"Sorry friend, but I don't have time for games right now. Circus, I need your help...theres a possibility that my arm can be reattached if we act fast, I believe there is a doctor that has the skills to fix me up. I need your help to get me there as fast as you can, and safely."
Sinner grunted a swayed where he stood, the painkillers that he had taken were wearing off, their potency was high, but the long lasting effect was missing. He wanted to be able to wield his sword, his left hand was his backhand for a reason. A katana should be held with two hands not one, to hold it thus is to mock the way of the blade. Jiga had undoubtedly known he believed this, and deliberately cut off his sword arm. She was a bitch, and she was going to pay.
"Circus...if you help me this will mean I owe you. And I am not one to ignore a debt, this means I will do anything for you, Circus. Whether I like it or not, it is the only way to uphold my honour. I will not beg, but I will say this. I trust you Circus."
This may have been the first time he honestly spoke a compliment towards someone else, at least he saw it as a compliment. Ever since Sara died he had turned into this monster steadily. The normal arms forces sent him away, stating that he had a mental illness. Psychologists had declared him to be unfit for everyday life. They said he was a Psychopath, a Sociopath, they said he was just plain insane. He ignored all advice he was given, and was finally joined the JTF. Here he belonged, and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him being him, not even fucking Jiga. He looked at the other person in the party.
Leo. A man that for all intends and purposes looked like a massive prick. There was no doubt in his mind that this gigantic douchebag would try and prevent him reclaiming a working arm. He looked like a wet dog for gods sake. After swimming one should dry off properly, not leave it half done and end up dripping in the hallway. Even the sight of this man annoyed Sinner. He looked like he was just plain in the way. However, Sinner was trying to be nice, so he took his remaining hand off his blade and nodded to the man. "Leo. I'd like to stay and chat, but as I assume you've heard, I'm trying to get my arm back."
Notes:Tenpen = BLANKEDTagged: Circus and Co. Words: umm...number? template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by ATLAS on Apr 26, 2013 11:18:58 GMT -8
DONT EXPECT A MIRACLE _________________________
[/center] Through the distraction of their dialogue, and the honed skills of their superior officer, it was quite the suprise as he emerged beside Tenpen. None had noticed his approach, even the assassin, who was well trained in the arts of stealth and observation. A brooding man, with a deep scar over his left eye. His bald head reflected the lights lining the corridors, though his expression was grim, especially as he grabbed Sinner by his collar and threw him against the wall. The power of his grip alone, was immense, and it felt as though he could've thrown him through several stories if he so chose. Yet he didn't. Instead, he spoke quiety and firmly, glaring deep into the bastard's eyes, " Reattach your arm, eh? Saying you aren't happy with Jiga's gift?" There was a brief silence that followed, but the scarred major reaffirmed his grip, and knocked Sinner once more against the wall. " You're a sick fuck, but I think I like you," he chuckled slightly, breaking his fierce demeanor if only for a second. " No one here is going to reattach your arm... but, there is an altered doctor who hangs around the capital district," he spoke in bass, " goes by the name of... Soga." After which he knocked the swordsman to the ground and spat beside him, an act to make him remember his place. And with that their superior officer tucked his hands into his slacks and parted ways, heading past Leo with a light and pleasant whistle. But he stopped partway down the hall, glancing back over his shoulder. " Oh, and don't forget. Your rank is on temporary suspension, meaning you're less than these dirt over here." His arrogance and mistaken authority had landed him even beneath the correctional officers. 24 HR IIC [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size] |
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Post by Tenpen Chii on Apr 28, 2013 12:48:32 GMT -8
OOC: 48 hours have passed, promptly skipping Leo and Circus.
After the recent transpiring events, I decided to just walk away. Whatever it was that the rude man had to deal with was his own problem, and if the others were going to help him, so be it. I had my own agenda, and it didn't involve helping the others with their own personal tasks. Exit.
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Post by SINNER on Apr 28, 2013 13:07:24 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100][atrb=vAlign,top] FEAR, FEAR The man slammed his dry, parchment paper hands onto Sinner. Immediately his attitude changed into anger, although it wasn't the usual blind anger, he seemed to have added intelligence. It was possible that the lesson Jiga had served bore fruit this soon. If that was the case then it was very effective on a man like Sinner. Did a bad thing? Lose a limb. Sinner snarled at the asshole that was manhandling him right now. He was pissing him off, he didn't liked being touched, and yet here this man was slamming him against a wall.
He spat words of hate at Sinner's face, calling him worthless, disgusting useless. This irritated Sinner as he knew in his current state it was the truth, his inability to do anything infuriated him to no end, and that was the very reason for him doing this. He wanted his arm back not just to spite Jiga, but also so he could get back to his prior self, so he could do his god damn job. He had a dream, a plan, he had something he was going to do, and by god he would do it.
Sinner grunted each time the man slammed him against the wall, and took in the verbal abuse. Suddenly a name appeared, it appeared and it stuck. Soga. Yes he had heard of this man, he had heard he was an Altered of great medical power. It was possible he could fix him. Even if there was this slight chance he had no way to pay, undoubtedly this man did not want money, or power. All he wanted was....something. Nevertheless he knew where the surgery was, he had passed it on patrol multiple times. The horrible little surgery fit its surroundings, a hidden diamond among crappy coal and dirt.
"I know where this man is, if your going to come with me then hurry up. If not then leave me to do this on my own." With that he left for the surgery. He brought his arm with him in an iced container in a large duffle back. He also brought a variety of other things he could get his hands on, things that could be traded for this favour. He braced himself mentally. He thought about how to plead his case, thats when it hit him. He had a way to get on the doctors good side. Well then. Lets see what happens.
Notes: Travelling to the surgery.Tagged: Just me? O.o Words: umm...number? template by pianissimo of BTN
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Post by ATLAS on Apr 30, 2013 21:18:39 GMT -8
KILLING DOESN'T MAKE FRIENDS _________________________
[/center] While he took the verbal abuse, at least he had drawn a beneficial conclusion, and some information to assist in his repair. While the others stared blankly, he was thrown to the ground, but rose once more to beckon the help of those who cared enough. Gathering his material, he was accompanied by one of those present, if not another guard of the facility would be forced to follow – only making matter worse. About an hour had passed by the time he reached the doors of the fabled doctor, staring at the big red letters that plastered the side of his building. While he looked up from the street, to the building several stories up, he could still make out the distinct red font that seemed to read: "Soga's Medical Clinic". But as he approached the doors of the clinic, he found a line before him, one that stretched out the doors and onto the street. Injured altered littered the area, clearly impatient for the services of the skilled doctor, while those who were turned away left with more injuries than they had arrived with. So now, Sinner was faced with a choice. Would he wait in line like the rest of these scum, or would he try to pass them up, using his authority as JTF to bypass their civil manners. 24 HR IIC [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size] |
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Post by CIRCUS on May 3, 2013 18:45:43 GMT -8
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Her eyes drifted to the lose of limb on Sinner for the first time since he came into her view. A small grown started to form upon her lips as she stared at it. How the hell did he manage to get such a wound but it was soon answered when the man slipped beside them. A small cruse leaving her lips as he came from the shadows as if they were his home. Moving past them all his target being Sinner with an intent she could not figure out. When he pushed Sinner against the wall she felt herself wince from the force of it. Least they knew were to go at this point in time. To a doctor by the name of Soga, hopefully he could help but it may be doubtful. As the other left them all it seemed that only they were left within the hallway. Her aqua eyes watched as he turned and asked them what they were planning to do. Either help the male or leave it was all up to them. A small sigh slipped her lips as she placed her hands behind her back. Interwinning them with one other before moving her eyes back to Sinner. "Way to piss Jiga off" came her voice placed once more on a sigh. Her feet carried her closer to Sinner as she smelled the small scent of blood lingering in the air around him. "Lead the way, I shall accompany you to this doctor he had spoken of. But really you shouldn't have pissed her off. I mean seriously? What were you thinking??" a tsk came to her voice as she stared at him.
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