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| Pippin | Jul 6 2011, 12:17 AM Post #1 |
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((Fritz Linebecker start!)) Things were going smoothly for Fritz. Then again, most things went smoothly for Fritz. For instance, no-one normally dared attack someone who was built like a good-looking-ish, friendly, brick wall, unless they were ridiculously brave, suicidal or stupid. It seemed like everything Fritz had encountered so far today was all of those wrapped into one. The pistol in his hands was, admittedly, one he’d never actually used before, although he knew that it was a Beretta M9. Still, a gun was a gun, and Fritz had spent about half a fraction of a second figuring out what to do with it, before waltzing into the building, shooting the moment he stepped inside, trench coat swishing every time he turned to shoot something else, a broad smile on his face. The “fight”, if you could really call it that, was disappointingly short. Fritz only had to fire one round before the aliens in his vicinity stopped attacking. Ah well. There would be plenty of time to shoot aliens later. Stepping into an office, Fritz sat on one of the comfy chairs, listening to the sounds of whatever else was going on. He could hear breaking glass, shouting, screaming, a couple of gunshots. Grinning, Fritz said, half to the cameras, half to himself, “Heh. This should be fun.” Sooo, tentative plan of attack. Find that girl I was partnered up with. Verity, purple hair, kind of a snarky attitude. Should be a liability, should be fun! Then go all the way up to the top and show those Zalgorians what we’re made of, haha! Yep, Fritz was having waay too much fun with this. Chuckling, he stood up, as a brainwave struck him. He looked around the office for a small, sturdy container. A plantpot, previously containing a cactus, was whisked off someone’s desk and placed in front of where Fritz had been sitting. “Not like they’re gonna have any use for it.” He chuckled to himself. A quick scan of the surrounding area lead Fritz to find the janitor’s closet, with only one alien creature attempting to hinder him along the way. He quickly dispatched it by smacking it round it's scuba masked face with the handle of the pistol. Rummaging inside the closet, he found exactly what he was looking for: a bottle of bleach. Picking it up, he walked back to the office, whistling merrily. Plonking the bottle onto the desk next to the plant pot, Fritz then scanned the office for a whiteboard. The only one he could see was fixed to the wall, not that that stopped him from pulling it off. Grabbing a pen, Fritz wrote on the board; “If anyone finds any Potassium, please give it to me, Fritz Linebecker.” Underneath this, Fritz drew an arrow pointing left. Placing it outside the door, Fritz walked back to his comfy chair, and waited. |
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| Scruffy The Janitor | Jul 6 2011, 08:52 PM Post #2 |
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Shotgun didn't know where the hell he was. He didn't know how he was brought here. All he knew was that he had a gun that had the same name as a rollercoaster he once rode on(while taking in a bunch of runaways no less) and an objective. Get to the top of the building. Whatever. Just another day on the job. So Shotgun strolled past some guy in a trench coat, holding the gun passively in one hand. Astra 400. Shotgun liked it. He stared at the man, not really looking at anything in particular. Then he turned to the board and read it out loud. "... anyone finds Potassium, give it to Fritz Linebecker..." Shotgun had two questions. One, who names their kid Fritz when their last name is Linebecker? And who the hell carries Potassium in their back pocket? He didn't have the energy to find the answers to those questions. He didn't care either. He just turned to Fritz. "Hey." Shotgun said in a gruff voice. He pulled out a piece of paper with the name of his partner. "S'kind of a long shot but do you know someone named... Lillian Elizabeth Harold Hayes?" Shotgun felt some part of his brain shut down after reading a stupid name like that. Probably the part that controlled his logic, because this sure as hell defied every bit of logic Shotgun carried. |
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| Pippin | Jul 8 2011, 12:03 AM Post #3 |
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To Fritz’s delight, he didn’t have to wait very long. Someone had apparently been right outside the door, or very close to it, when he had put the sign up. The guy had blonde hair, and was tanned, but all Fritz really noticed was the pistol that he held. Fritz guessed the guy was one of the hired “awesome people”, like Fritz himself. He grinned at the sight of him. Allies were always good, no matter the situation. Although, Fritz wasn’t too sure what the deal would be if two teams reached the top at the exact same time. He guessed only one would win the super awesome grand prize, but, well... There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there? Man, I have to find Verity so we can get properly started on this. The blonde guy had a question, but Fritz ignored it for the time being, instead thrusting his hand out for the stranger to shake. “Hey there!” Fritz said, still with the grin on his face, and his voice way too cheerful for the current situation. His Germanic accent was especially pronounced when Fritz was even more cheerful than normal. “The name’s, as you’ve probably already guessed, Fritz Linebecker.” “Now, as for your question, nope, sorry pal, ain’t seen anyone but me, you, and a couple of those alien type things. However...” Fritz had started to swing round slightly on the chair. “Your question brings forward a couple of questions of my own. Numero Uno, last time I checked, Lillian and Elizabeth were female names, but Harold sure as hell wasn’t. You sure you’re not checking for two separate people?” Fritz let out a deep, low chuckle at this, and almost span a full 360 degrees on the chair. “Secondly, I’m also looking for my partner in crime. Name of Verity Alyssa Callaghan. Purple hair, apparently kinda sarcastic and rude. Seen her anywhere? And Nummer Drei...” Fritz's smile, if possible, grew wider. “I don’t suppose you actually do have some potassium with you, do you?” |
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| Grim Wolf | Jul 9 2011, 11:29 AM Post #4 |
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(Simon O'Greely start Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Simon had been on the second floor of Willford and Gumbs for as long as he could remember. He had stayed there in spite of the cold gaze of John Kalcifer (who ostensibly resided on the 58th floor but made frequent trips down to harass his inferiors), and quietly avoided doing work, collected his paycheck, and gone home to drown himself in other pursuits. The sudden voice in his head had not done anything to calm him down. And when the thing in the scuba mask had burst over one wall and started hammering a stick into the woman in the other cubicle, he decided he had other places to be. He'd raced downstairs, deciding that he wasn't going to play this game, he wasn't going to use his stupid power--he was just going to go home, have a cold drink with copious amounts of alcohol, and find oh my god there's someone shooting at me And so he'd retreated down below a toppled desk, quivering, wondering what he'd done to deserve this, right up until the moment something sped by him, giggling madly, and fired a shotgun that came so close to hitting him he felt wind dance over his cheek. He leapt into the air screaming like a little girl. |
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| Scruffy The Janitor | Jul 11 2011, 03:42 AM Post #5 |
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Well. This guy was certainly cheerful. Shotgun had met more annoying people than this guy though. The name still bothered him. "Shotgun." He introduced himself. He looked down at the paper in his hand. He handed it over to Fritz so he could understand what the heck. "I don't know. Name just popped into my head. I'm not getting paid to ask questions. Had to write it down just to make sense of it." Shotgun sneered. "Supposed to go by Lily, if that helps. Just Lilian Hayes." As to the other question, Shotgun had a brief answer. "Nope. Sure would have remembered a chick with purple hair." He could hear screaming down the hallway. Shotgun turned to look. Oh. It was just a loser getting chased by some shotgun wielding monster. Nothing Shotgun should be concerned with. Shotgun turned back. "Nope. No Potassium. Sorry about that." |
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| Pippin | Jul 12 2011, 12:45 AM Post #6 |
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Well. Looked like this guy wasn’t much of a talker. That was a shame, really. Fritz preferred it when people responded to his question with more than just one word. Fritz would be the first to admit it, he really wasn’t incredibly patient in the whole “I have an interesting past and stuff, but I’m just generally quiet” department. Still, at least he’d gotten a name from the guy. That was something, eh? “Hey there Shotgun!” Fritz said, heaving himself from the chair, and offering his hand, again, for Shotgun to shake. “That’s kind of an unusual name, if I say so myself, but it suits you! Yep, it’s a good name.” Shotgun had handed Fritz a piece of paper, which Fritz hurriedly took, and read. He’d hoped it had something interesting on it, like a really small treasure map, or the secret to getting to the top floor in five minutes, but all that was on it was the name Shotgun had said earlier. As Fritz read it a second time through, Shotgun mentioned how he’d written the girl’s name down to understand it better. Fritz nodded at that. “Huh. Lily, Lilian Hayes. Lily Hayes. Liiiilllllly. Okey dokes, uh, nope, still haven’t seen her.” Apparently Shotgun hadn’t seen Verity; nor had he any potassium. Fritz’s face fell at this, but only slightly. “Oh, well. That’s kinda disappointing. I could have made a type of explosive with some, but now that I think about it...” Fritz quickly checked the bleach. “Ah, right, sorry. Didn’t matter anyway, wrong type of bleach.” Fritz chucked the bleach, and the plant pot, behind him. The pot smashed loudly, and the bottle opened, leaking bleach onto the floor. Fritz was just about to ask Shotgun whether he had any plans, when there was a commotion outside the office. Loud, girlish screaming, too. Maybe that’s Verity? Welp, I’ll never know till I investigate! Fritz picked up his Beretta, which he’d absent-mindedly left on the desk, and turned to Shotgun. “You coming to investigate?” Fritz said, grin back on his face. Without waiting for a reply, Fritz almost leapt out of the door, to see, to his surprise, a male, cowering in fear from a small, shotgun wielding alien. Fritz aimed the pistol at it, and fired. He wasn’t sure whether he’d hit it or not, but that wasn’t his key concern at the moment. Turning to the new guy, Fritz said “You okay, buddy? Are you hurt, or anything? Or just scared to death?” For the third time, Fritz stuck out his hand for the new guy to shake. “Name’s Fritz. Guy in that there office is apparently Shotgun. And you?” |
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| Acidic | Jul 12 2011, 04:02 AM Post #7 |
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Well, I was going to do much with my life anyway. Tanya was pretty passive. Either walking or at a small jog she knew where she was going whist carrying her mop. Heading to the janitorial closet to grab some chemicals. Ammonia and bleach made some kind of gas. Mustard? Apparently it's painful as shit, and maybe lethal to these aliens. She'd been able to avoid them by hearing their hostile intentions, and eventually she figured it was her assigned power was some kind of translating ability. That was because others ran straight into the traps. Tanya made her way to the closet, seeing a corpse of an alien on the way. Maybe her partner was here, this Chris. She remembered him being on the news a couple years ago, but didn't think anything more of him. Tanya wasn't too excited to meet him. Entering the room she saw a small party had formed, as a small, twitchy thing ran in circles screaming how it was going to kill all of them. After staring, bemused, at it she looked at the other three and gave a small wave, "Hi, I'm Tanya." She gestured to speedy with her her head. "And what are we doing about that little guy?" Edited by Acidic, Jul 12 2011, 04:02 AM.
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| Scruffy The Janitor | Jul 25 2011, 10:37 PM Post #8 |
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(Just gonna get out of your hair guys. D:) Welp. That was a bust. Shotgun didn't take the shake. A bit rude of him, but he never shakes hands. It was a personal rule of his. He looked left. He looked right. The scientist was a bit of a kook. Not that he really cared. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked after Fritz. There was a girl who asked a question. He nodded. "I'm not doing anything." Shotgun just left after that. He needed to find this chick and get the show on the road. (Shotgun went here. C:) |
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