FUEL

[Muslim]

(then there's no central park in LA. its griffith park.)

I felt like border patrol, squinting in my uniform, trying to figure out the things ambling towards us. Most of the time it was just a civilian, probably asking for some cigarettes, but we had none. Actually, we did have some, but we weren't gonna give them to no stinkin' civilian. I felt pretty good about this job though, considering that I'd only been working on it for what? 5 years? Still, the stuff never got better and I refused to touch any of the harder stuff, but I took my medication and that was that. It kept me at bay - I was on Prozac or something, can't even remember. My supply's almost gone. Back to being cynical.

I still thought I was better off with the job. Mom back in Irvine had a nice house and a nice car but both of those things meant nothing to her, the car rendered useless and the house empty with dad and me gone.

But this time I wasn't border patrol, squinting in my uniform, i was wearing a t-shirt and jeans at the assembly in Griffith. "Damn well good job."

I don't know why I'm here - I'm stupid, so I thought everyone was supposed to go. Or were they? I don't know... I went anyways. Just for the hell of it. I'll probably get a yelling if nobody else left. But who cares?

[Ad Bot]

[Mr. Hurricane]

Wait was my character not accepted or is he just not being used right now? Just curious.

[Muslim]

Wait was my character not accepted or is he just not being used right now? Just curious.

uh dude this isn't a story written by op

[Tomcat]

Name: Jeffrey Morris
Age: 27
Faction(Civilian/USPG/Fireflies): Civilian
Inventory:
Leather wallet containing ID, RI Bank credit card, public transportation card, $20 bill, and work card.
Gravity knife (serrated edge)
Homemade pistol (single shot .22LR)
Windbreaker (olive green)
Cargo pants (grey)
T-shirt (white)
Physical Description: Black hair, stubble. 5'8', medium build, Caucasian, etc. Pretty much an average joe.
Miscellaneous: Checked into a mental hospital 5 years ago. Left without any problems and a clean record.

[blazerblock2]

"Gentlemen, ladies, we've found our men, and they're in deep." the Commander says, lowering his binoculars and giving an un-aided survey of the park.  "There are four humvees, one gunner in each.  They don't expect an assault, not yet.  Lee, I want your sights pinned to those gunners, marksmen, I want you to take out the executioners.  Everyone take shots on my word.  Slimmer, Farkson, stay behind and spot for the marksmen.  I will keep contact via radio.  The rest of you, I want you to come with me.  We're going to move in once the gunners are down and secure the HVTs.  Is that clear?"

[blockguy123]

Being the only policeman associated with NATO, I thought to myself, "well stuff."

[Decepticon]

Being the only policeman associated with NATO, I thought to myself, "well stuff."

what
we're all police officers

kind-of.

[blazerblock2]

nope, block is a police officer, you're all military.

[Tomcat]

"Despite the fact that life is pretty stuffty in the ditch, you can find enjoyment in your say here. Take for example the booze that the knuckleheads over at the slums brew. Or the quality cigs you can get from bribing the border guards. Not that I smoke or drink, but other people get enjoyment out of that, y'know?"

The woman in the room left after giving him a cold stare. He had been talking to himself again.
Jeffrey was sure that life couldn't get any stufftier than this. He left the break room to get some fresh air. He didn't care about getting fired from work, what use is work if you've got the armies of a thousand forgeters encroaching in on you and the people who protect you treat you like stuff and rebels are just as forgeted up as they are-

He walked to the park. He saw a glint of a scope in the bushes. He didn't care. He kept on walking by.

[Jokey365]

"Come on now... Get on with it. If we wait around this long for them to give some long speech before shooting the starfishs, we'll have a group of Fireflies shooting the place up, swooping in and saving the prisoners before making a swift escape." I mutter to myself, still in my own little world. "I'll probably end up taking cover in one of the humvees." I mutter, imagining the situation.

[Tomcat]

He saw a group of men about to be executed. The civ there mumbled angrily to the soldiers to shoot the men already. He came up to the civ and asked for a cigarette. (Jokey)

[Mr. Hurricane]

uh dude this isn't a story written by op

Watcher listed a roster of USPG personnel.

[Jokey365]

He saw a group of men about to be executed. He walked over to the guard there, mumbling angrily to his superior to shoot the men already. He came up to the guard and asked for a cigarette. (Jokey)

I'm a civilian.

[Tomcat]

I'm a civilian.

CHANGED IT

[Jokey365]

Somebody approached me, which pulled me back into reality. I couldn't hear him very well, but his mouth movements and the way he randomly came up to me gave me an idea. "Cigarettes? No, I don't have any."