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Author Topic: Insurrection - || Two NHM slots have been opened. || - (Updated 12/11/13)  (Read 6859 times)


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I do not plan on changing these at all.  If at all, not any time soon.
« Last Edit: December 04, 2013, 09:54:58 PM by SWAT One »

Maxwell nervously gets up and walks out of the meeting room rather quickly.

Alexandre:"What was that about?"
Miles:"No clue."

Maxwell walks briskly up to a food stand just outside the meeting room.

Maxwell:"I'll take two bagels and a small coffee.  And hurry; I'm late for a meeting."
Vendor:"Sure."

Maxwell waits impatiently as the vendor takes his time to pour the coffee, and begins toasting the bagels.

Maxwell:"C'mon, quit draggin' ya feet.  I haven't got all day!"
???"You know, you really should treat people with more respect."

Maxwell looks to the left and sees Anyo standing next to him, casually sipping her coffee while Nick approaches.  Vasily is at a rather done-up stand across the way, paying for a bowl of spaghetti.

Nick:"Well Anyo, shall we get going?"
Anyo:"Yeah."
Anyo (Yelling to Vasily):"Hey Vasily, you coming?!"
Vasily:"Yeah, hold on.."

Vasily scrambles with his bowl of spaghetti, a cup of water and some garlic bread.  They walk at a rather quick pace to the meeting room.  A few people follow after.  Maxwell perceives that they are also going to the meeting.

Vendor:"That'll be $7.39."
Maxwell:"Jesus, that's expensive.  What, are you trying to con me?  What is this?!"



OOC: I added hover info for the Other Information section.  Be sure to check it out.
« Last Edit: December 04, 2013, 11:56:47 PM by SWAT One »

>Vasily: Pay Maxwell's bill.  Tell vendor to watch his back intimidatingly.
>Vendor: Feel scared.

"forget it, I'll hope the meeting has catering. Eight bucks... Could get a bowl of pasta the size of my head for ten at Tully's..." Nappy says as he begins to walk away.

Maxwell nervously gets up and walks out of the meeting room rather quickly.
Maxwell walks briskly up to a food stand just outside the meeting room.
Maxwell waits impatiently as the vendor takes his time to pour the coffee, and begins toasting the bagels.
Maxwell looks to the left and sees Anyo standing next to him, casually sipping her coffee while Nick approaches.
The fact that this happened makes me feel uneasy. The grammar seemed right to do this but.. repetition..

The fact that this happened makes me feel uneasy. The grammar seemed right to do this but.. repetition..
Too many pronouns and it could mean Maxwell or the Vendor.

"forget it, I'll hope the meeting has catering. Eight bucks... Could get a bowl of pasta the size of my head for ten at Tully's..." Nappy says as he begins to walk away.
>Vasily: Pay Maxwell's bill.

Name:  "Rutger Van Hautem"
love:  "Male"
DoB:  "June 13, 2039"
Height:  "6'3"
Weight:  "198lbs"
Nationality:  "Dutch"
Personality Traits:  "Fun, joyful, a 'party person'"
Starting Location:  "Palm Terrace"
Affiliation:  "NHM"  (Choose from either NHPLF or NHM)
Backstory:  no

Accepted.  I'll add you when I can.

ALL SLOTS ARE NOW FULL.

Vasily races back and drops a ten on the counter.

Vasily:"I'll be picking this up."
Maxwell:"Thanks."

The vendor looks up at Vasily with a confused look.

Vasily:"Keep the change."

The both walk into the meeting room just as the doors are being shut.  Everyone (Player Characters) are there, and a few new faces.  People are talking and murmuring to themselves, and the room echoes with the occasional scraping of utensils on plates, plastic, ceramic and paper.  The din dies down and the meeting begins as Alphonse Simon rises from his end of the table and speaks.

Simon:"Thank you, all, for coming today from across New Horizons to this meeting.  I am sorry that we had to schedule it around lunch time, and in a rather gloomy place.  Due to the nature of the meeting today, however, the Lawrenceburg Central Panel has decided to retain a high level of security.  Is everyone here not a Level 3 operative or higher?"

A man raises his hand on the far side of the table.

Simon:"You there.  Are you a Level 3 operative?"
???"No sir."
Simon:"Luis, please escort him out."

One of the guards, a large black man walks over and grabs the man's chair.

Guard Luis:"This way."

The man gets up and walks out, and Luis shuts the door behind him.  There appears to be a louder murmur in the town as usual.

The lights dim, and a projector begins casting a PowerPoint slide of the NHPLF seal.  Simon clicks his clicker, and the next slide contains a bulleted list of the meeting's agenda.

Simon:"That should be that.  The order of business for this meeting is to first discuss the Newhope Hill Raid, to congratulate those responsible for successes, and to gather any opinions or suggestions for future raids.  Second, we will be discussing new recruit training, and tactics."  *Simon reaches for his briefcase, and pulls out a manila folder, and pulls a stack of papers out of it.*  "These are application forms to becoming an instructor of some sort for the resistance.  This includes everything from close combat and marksmanship to wilderness survival to maintenance and engineering.  Pick up a form if interested."  *Simon slaps down the stack of papers to the man sitting to his left, and he begins passing the papers down the row.*  "The last and final piece is to plan or investigate any future attacks that can be planned for gathering more supplies, as well as gathering intelligence for new missions."

What will you do?  9999th post.

'Plans for the future?' Nappy thinks to himself. 'Screw 'dat. These guys want more work I need more pay. Thinking about which, where's the rest of my damn payment for those explosives?'


>All members:  Take a sheet and fill it out.  Become elite group of operators and trainers.
'Plans for the future?' Nappy thinks to himself. 'Screw 'dat. These guys want more work I need more pay. Thinking about which, where's the rest of my damn payment for those explosives?'
Usually his character's last names are Nappy.

Flag down and murder the dude who wasn't level three. Probably a rookie, but it doesn't hurt to be careful.
At least not for me.

>All members:  Take a sheet and fill it out.  Become elite group of operators and trainers.

We spec ops now