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originally posted in:Daedalus RP
1/24/2016 8:39:13 PM
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[b][i][u]Introduction [/u][/i][/b]
[b][i]As the ZX-52 Cruiser sped through slipspace, the passengers on board are pressed against their seats, arranged in 2 rows, each against a wall on the sides. The ship exits slipspace, and in the view of the porthole like Windows, a large ship can be seen. Well, ship isn't really the right word; it's a large, grid like station, with three layers and 5 rows on each one, with a large tube connecting each layer in the centre of the rows; The Hub. As the carrier fast approached the docking bay, the seat belts aboard the ship are unbuckled, allowing the passengers to stand by the back gate, where everyone is expected to exit. The ship slowly drifts in range of the tractor beams of the hangar and is picked up, to be guided to docking bay 7, where civilians bustle past the docks and into storefronts, apartment buildings, cafes, and down the sidewalks. Cars fly down the roads, with police cruisers chasing them all down, drifting around a corner and out of sight. After the chaos, the street traffic resumes, and the back gate of the ship opens, eight police officers on either side of a makeshift walkway to greet the civilians exiting the ship and into the warm air of the city, the darkness of the nights sky contrasting with the neon billboards and lamplights lining the streets. At you get off the ship, a guard greets you, and speaks with a heavy tone to his voice. [/i][/b]"name and age?"
((Open, you're the civilian))
English
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Marcus Johnston, 25. (Conversationalist) (also not real name)
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-is a baddy because meglected as child. Blows up ship.
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Edited by Gray: 1/31/2016 4:14:06 PM"Hunter James West, 24"
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[spoiler]Bump[/spoiler]
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"Sera Walker, 25.'
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"Any possessions you have on you?"
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"Just the clothes on my back and some cash." She says with a smile.
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"Alright. Reasons for being on the I-77?"
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"I needed a place to get out on my own and this sounded promising."
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"Alright, go on. Welcome to the I-77"
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"Thanks." She walks in.
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((End))
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"Jean Carlen. 44." *Jean waits patiently while the guard checks his list.*
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"Any possessions you have on you?"
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Edited by Sanctus Caesar: 1/26/2016 8:35:19 PM"Just my identification card and my credit card, as well as my clothes."
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"Reasons for being on the I-77?"
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"Civilian. Seeking a new place to call home. Military background, but no longer in the uniform. Earth just got too...close."
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A man in a purple suit walks up. As far as the guard knows he isn't on the list. "You can let me in now" [spoiler]conversationalist[/spoiler]
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"I really can't. Name?" [spoiler]lol. Conversationalist doesn't always work :)[/spoiler]
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"My name is kevin thompson, im on the list"
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Edited by Based Sigurd: 1/26/2016 2:55:54 AM[b]Senni remains calm. He's prepared a false identity.[/b] "Tom Cassovack."
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"Not seeing your name on the list here" [i]he says, checking over a clipboard[/i]
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"There's a list?" [b]He sounds genuinely suprised. Senni's good at keeping up appearances. [/b]
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"That there is; you people chartered flights to the I-77, right?"
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"Yes, I did. I handed in all the papers, filled out everything."
