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| Post #1 May 21 2012, 05:47 PM | Cowboy |
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2154hours. City of Niwa. Lower-East Side. STUFT! Inc. Parking Lot B. Three months since the events of the Sky Lounge and the buzz about it had started to die down. That's just how things in Niwa work; the population, so desensitized to violence, corruption, debauchery that they still go to their 9-5 jobs as if everything in their own personal bubble is A-ok. That's why we've got kids ten years old chomping at the bit for the next Modern Warfare game and screaming at their mother for chocolate milk, who, upon seeing someone in their neighborhood died, don't even bat an eye. Someone has to break the cycle, right? Every now and again, no matter what you do, it just feels like you're not getting enough out of each drag on that cigarette. Maybe it's the slight drizzle leaking through the clouds partitions, or the soggy atmosphere slowly permeating the fabric of those clothes dampening the mood, but hey, it could be worse. The Knight could not have cigarettes at all - as was the case at The Shit after a rowdy Bar Fight - tobacco and papers all crushed together in a fine powder in the aftermath. Sometimes you get broken in the process. Headlights washed over the dark road, engine churning violently as the tiny little car's leadfoot driver pushed through the Industrial Yard with ease. It was about damned time. How long ago had that call went out? The factory wasn't hard to find if you knew where you were looking - and the contents of that speeding vehicle could make-or-break the whole meeting. After a minute the highbeams washed over The Knight as they poured into the parking lot, a man leaving the vehicle with an apology an an excuse - The Knight never payed attention. Money exchanged hands, and after the brief meeting, the car turned and sped back off into the night. Once the cherry on the cigarette was nearly at his fingertips, it was time to head back inside - with the package he'd just recieved. Once back inside the factory, following the signs to "BASEMENT" took only a few moments; the door itself protected with a keycard reader - luckily, something Cerberus folks had been given. Pushing through the heavy metal door and down the steps he soon arrived back at the base - only to find a growing group forming in the meeting room - people socializing amongst themselves, the more reserved folks off in their own corners, looking at computer screens or finding their way towards the armory. If nothing else, it was nice to see the group getting together - maybe if they became a tight enough group, they could actually do something about what was wrong with this city... But tonight there wouldn't be any killing. Well. Not just yet anyway. The Knight dropped the package on the meeting room's table and opened it, emptying it's contents out across the wooden desk in the center. People would be relieved. "Pizza's here, folks. Let's get to work." [Note; Cerberus Members only. Not Affiliates. Also, Lemons will post at his earliest convenience. :)] |
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| Post #2 May 21 2012, 05:50 PM | Feldheimer |
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Shinji Ito was ready for just about anything. Shinji had shown up earlier than most, his key card granting him the access that he needed, but it looked as if he was more prepared for some kind of fancy dinner or a hot date than he was to address a group of vigilantes. Shinji was dressed in dark slacks, sporting a dark vest over his white dress shirt. The most noticeable article of clothing he sported on that occasion, however, was a red tie that had a small eye etched in just a little below Shinji's collar bone. The matching jacket was hung up on one of the chairs across from a computer he was sitting at not moments ago, taking one last look at something that caught his attention. Looking over the small group that decided to meet tonight, Shinji already had a sense of familiarity with all of them, which made what he was going to do soon a little bit more easy. "Nathan" was always a welcome presence, a big man with an itch for fighting should something go south. The pizza was also a welcome gesture of kindness, but not something that Shinji was willing to part take in at the moment. Wish his hands resting in his pockets, Shinji kept his eyes on the small gathering at the table, waiting for the right moment for him to jump in. |
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| Post #3 May 21 2012, 06:53 PM | Long |
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One of the first people to arrive at the meeting, the silent ninja known as Kuei didn't bother socializing with anyone as he walked into the basement. In fact, few there were even aware of his presence, though it was no fault of theirs. As soon as his feet touched the concrete of the basement, Kuei jumped high up into the air, near the ceiling. As he got closer, he swiftly turned around, to where his feet was on the ceiling and his head was pointing downward, towards the floor. Were he any normal man, he would have probably been scared out of his wits by now. If he were any normal man, he knew that falling from this height would be bad. It would be instant death or if he were lucky, he'd be put into a coma with severe brain damage. But the thing was, Kuei was not a normal man. He was smart and knew how to handle himself in these type of situations. This was nothing compared to the type of training he was put through in the Golden Mountain Monastery while training with the monks. As he thought about them, his mind wandered to his previous life at the Martial Arts Academy, where his life was simple: get up in the morning, train, eat lunch, train some more, spar with his fellow classmates, eat dinner, meditate on the day's events and then rest. A simple life, but a good one. He enjoyed it. But all that ended when that demon killed his master, forcing him to leave his school so that he could travel the world in search of her. His adventures landed him here in this cesspool of a city known as Niwa. During his time here, he was discovered by the vigilante group known as Cerberus and was recruited into their ranks. And now, here he was at their first meeting. He wondered what his master would think if he saw him now. He didn't want think about it too much, so he decided to focus on other things. He silently meditated, as he closed his eyes and had his arms folded across his chest. His mind was emptied as he thought of nothing. He opened his eyes a few seconds later as he heard someone speak loudly. He recognized as one of leaders of the organization. He debated on whether or not to stay where he was, before deciding to do so, figuring it would make no sense it causing a disturbance or making himself known to other. He continued looking downward with his arms folded, as he got ready to listen to what was about to be said. |
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| Post #4 May 21 2012, 07:10 PM | Karin |
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Liz was no saint; that much was certain. But then again, who could possibly be considered pure-hearted in a city filled with nothing but crime and corruption? Cerberus wanted to rid Niwa of the filth that mars its streets... Liz became part of that cause because, unlike so many others around here, she was no criminal. Sure, she liked fighting; it was one of her favorite pastimes. But her intentions were good enough, and it almost sickened her, how crime happened so easily on these streets she called home. She wanted to at least try to help the innocent people, the victims of this cruel city - because while she wasn't likely to admit it aloud, she had a conscience, and it always bothered her to see innocents get hurt. She was eager for this meeting, and thus she made sure that she arrived there as soon as she could. And while at other times she would have settled for her usual attire, she decided that she wanted to make herself a little more presentable for this first-ever gathering of vigilantes. She was wearing a sunny yellow sundress that would likely be considered quite cute, with the happy color and a golden ribbon around the waist tied in a bow that rested on her back. She was wearing shoes - black flats - instead of being barefoot for once, and her vibrant red hair was let down, falling just past her shoulders. There was an exuberant glimmer in her emerald eyes that betrayed the apparent innocence of her appearance as she looked around the basement. The redhead was quiet for now, but once she found someone to chat with, her voice would definitely be heard; she wasn't afraid of speaking her mind, that much was well-known to those who knew her. Most of the people here probably didn't know her, though. Her gaze flicked towards The Knight, studying him briefly. She assumed him to be one of the leaders, and a slight smile curved her lips at the thought. He looked like he could handle himself quite well in a fight... She then looked over at the pizza, but food was one of the last things on her mind. So, she simply lingered near the table, waiting for more of the Cerberus members to arrive. |
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| Post #5 May 21 2012, 08:59 PM | KingCannon |
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Rolling up on an old moped was hardly the bombastic entrance Koji would have preferred, but he had his sister to think of. Gaki held on to him, riding behind without a care in the world. At this proximity the bond was strong and he was sure he was picking up surface thoughts. Something about carrots. They creaked to a halt in front of the factory. Most of the lights were off, but one still illuminated the parking lot side door. He padded his pockets for the key card Nathan had provided him and sighed. He must have left it at the hotel. That wouldn't do. Koji rested a hand on the scanner and gave it some juice. He continued to apply pressure until he heard the tell tale click that said the door was unlocked. He detected a whiff of burnt plastic but dismissed it as he swung the door open, certain that he hadn't set off the alarm. "Come on Gaki, time for us to meet our new friends!" he said cheerfully, as if they weren't about to go talk about making war with a bunch of violent criminals. He strutted through the quiet factory, long since closed for the evening, as if he knew exactly where he was going. He peaked into a room with a light coming from under the door but only found an empty office. He swung around heading for the stairs. He took his time, heading all the way down to the basement. Finally he saw another light. This must be the meeting. He swung the door open, quickly scanning the room. "Oh hey, pizza!" |
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| Post #6 May 21 2012, 09:34 PM | Kitkat |
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Gaki's arms were wrapped tightly around her brother's waist as they cruised down through the warehouse district, pulling into the factory. Her thoughts were muddled. She didn't understand why such a meeting was necessary but if Koji was sure this was a good idea, she wasn't about to object. She would protect him at all costs and would reward herself with a feast of carrots when the whole fiasco was done. When they pulled up to the factory, Gaki scanned the building, gathering a general layout of the place. She followed Koji to the door, tiny sparks dancing off of the tips of her fingers. She was nervous, but the sparks were the only indication. Her face was impassive, eyes scanning the vacant halls for any sign of trouble. "Did you bring my gummies?" She asked sullenly. She paid little attention to the fried scanner as they passed through, allowing Koji to lead the way. "I don't need any more friends." She had her brother, and Mr. C, her giant carrot. And Mister Nathan Drake wasn't too bad a guy, either. The green haired girl scaled the stairs down to the basement and was overwhelmed by the amount of people already there. She scanned the room, taking in the sight of everyone as her brother went to get a slice. When she found Nathan, her features brightened. She waved to him but did not approach. She would stay within her brother's immediate vicinity. |
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| Post #7 May 21 2012, 09:42 PM | PockyLove |
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Up near where Kuei was hanging, another Cerberus member was silently observing the members of the group with quiet and empty eyes. Up on the rafters, Eyrik Banks sat down with one knee to his chest, as he looked downward at the group. Being one of the first to arrive, Eyrik looked around, finding no one interesting to talk to. Of course, even if he did, he wouldn't have said anything anyway. Eyrik wasn't one for talking; he preferred to let his voice be heard through his actions. He stood on the side wall, just quietly looking around and observing the group. One of his talents was that Eyrik had the ability to stay in one place for a long period of time and just stare out in front of him. Because of his scary appearance, many people didn't approach him, which was fine with him. Also, because of his sleeping disorder, which was insomnia, Eyrik could also unnerve people due to his ability of falling asleep with his eyes open. His eyes were pitch black because of the deep bags under his eyes, so it was hard to tell exactly whether he was awake and staring at them or just resting himself. Needless to say, Eyrik was simply not a character you would just want to approach on a whim to talk to. He was there whenever you didn't think he was there. It was cause of this that he was able to gather information with ease. He just didn't announce his presences, so people released all their secrets and information to him, without even realizing it. This made Eyrik an outstanding spy, as well as an informer. It was partly cause of this that he was invited to join Cerberus. He wasn't much of a people person, but he figured that if this many people were dissatisfied with the way the city was being run, then it meant there must be some good in the city. As more people showed up, Eyrik, using his superior jumping skills, headed to the rafters. He preferred being up in the sky than the ground, anyway. His eyes caught one of the members. A young redhead wearing a yellow dress. He saw something in her, though he didn't know what. He had to admit that she was attractive. He was surprised. He had never shown much interest in someone before. Why now? He sat there, observing her, trying to learn more about her and her personality. He probably would have continued staring at her, until he heard the announcement for the meeting to start. Dropping down from the rafters, he landed hard on his feet and began walking to the others, as if nothing hadn't happened. He stood near the redhead, still not knowing what was so interesting that he continued staring at her. |
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| Post #8 May 21 2012, 11:16 PM | Ruru |
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Boredom had brought her here. Boredom and a sense of pure loss were the only reasons Annie even made contact with Cerberus. She felt her life had no meaning anymore. The magazine she was working for--TAKEN-- was not returning her calls. While she was sure she still had a job, she was unsure what her assignment would be there. For the time being, she would work for Cerberus and find her way from there. Maybe they would have something fun for her to do, though she doubted it. This group seemed more for the type of hard work she was not used to. She should have known, really. This was supposed to be a group of vigilantes, trying to take down the big baddies of the city. But that was the problem with assuming things. You were always a tad off on your assumptions when you mad them. The brunette sighed as she watched some stragglers come in and then the pizza and then more stragglers. With her camera pinned to her face, she zoomed in on each of the members, trying to memorize them without taking their pictures. If her camera fell into police hands after Cerberus made their move, it could be dangerous, so she refrained from taking members' pictures. The pizza was tempting, and few seemed to go for it. Annie was raised with manners, among a few other things that defined her. The woman approached the table after letting her camera hang from it's strap around her neck and took a piece just to appease Nathan. She nodded to him with a small smile before taking a bite. They would exchange words later, but for now it was good for her to be along the fringes of the group. At least that was how she felt about the whole thing. |
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| Post #9 May 22 2012, 07:22 AM | Restez |
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Stay low key. That's what Braden's mantra of sorts had become after narrowly escaping the brawl several months back. He had escaped with his life--barely--but not with the photos that he had hoped would get him back on his feet as a reporter. No, they had been taken from him by a man that spared his life and promised to remember him. Braden had been given a second chance, and this time he knew he would do something with it. As a journalist from America, Braden had thought that coming to Niwa would help jump-start his less than stellar career. It hadn't. What it had done, however, was lead him to Cerberus. A group of people who just wanted to make things right. Or so he was told. He didn't exactly fit in with the gun-toting assassin-types, but he did (kind of) fit in with the second faction; the guys that helped out the guys with guns. Braden was much better suited to intelligence than killing people. Well, Braden was much better suited to most things than killing people. He eyed the pizza that Nathan had brought them. His plan was to stay off to the side and listen, but his stomach growled comically. Reluctantly, he edged closer to the food to take a slice. A young woman with a camera was doing the same. He hadn't met her before--he had actually only met Nathan and Shinji Ito, albeit briefly--but he felt an instant camaraderie. Another journalist, perhaps? He wanted to tell her that cameras only brought trouble, but instead he just sent a friendly smile her way. |
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| Post #10 May 22 2012, 09:37 AM | Eriadne |
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The redhead had decided to wait outside for the most part, watching a few other members of the gang-against-gangs showed up. She was still new to the whole operation, but the Lieutenant of Faction II had at least met Shinji. That was somewhere to start, right? Well, who knew, but either way she couldn't just mill about outside for crying out loud. She should go socialize, maybe knowing a few of the others that she worked with would get her more accustomed to how things worked in the city, how the people ticked. Or, y'know, maybe it'd be one more thing to push her toward getting killed. Who knew, eh? She hadn't brought her camera, hadn't brought much which made moving around the city feel both a little more dangerous and a little more relieving. She had her butterfly knife on her, but it was resting on the inside of her left boot. She doubted she'd need it at the gathering, but who knew about later, right? She'd rather play on the safe side of the street. She had her key card she'd gotten when she first joined up with Cerberus, pretty much the only time she'd seen or talked to Nathan, and that had been a brief encounter, to be generous. She'd watched a few other people move up to and through the door, and after a few ore minutes of watching, she decided to do the same. Her nose wrinkled up some at the scent of the slightly-melted plastic, but the lock still took her key card. That was good, she didn't want to have been locked out. Beyond that door, she navigated her way down to the basement, a small chill snapping up her spine as she walked herself through the factory. It was oddly quiet, inactive for the normally-bustling place. It toyed with her nerves a little, but that was all. As soon as she arrived at the basement door, she had gotten a hold of herself. That, and she smelled pizza. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, and as soon as she caught the scent, she walked into the basement, taking a quick look around. All the new faces... That made her move off to the side a little, simply playing observer. One, two, three minutes ticked by, before she moved and grabbed herself a slice of pizza, offering a small smile to Nathan as if she knew he'd brought it and was grateful. Again, though, her eyes started moving, as she took a bite of the pizza in her hands. Another familiar face, Shinji. He always seemed so damn formal, but at the same time it wasn't, it was just how he was. Still, at least she knew him passed a small brief introduction. Maybe not by much, but it was still something more than she knew of the rest of them. Moving over toward him some, she gave a small wave. "Hey." Simple, sweet, to the point. Hey, at least she was making an effort to talk to someone, right? |
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