Vault 110 RP: The Atrium
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				Title: <strong>Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 18:45:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://storage.koinup.com/081229x106698/106698-6.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Atrium of Vault 110 is the largest single room in the entire Vault.&nbsp; Taller than any other, it serves as a central location and branches out to all other locations in the Vault.&nbsp; The high, vaulted ceiling helps those who suffer occasional bouts of claustrophobia, and allows people to meet and casually talk.&nbsp; Because of its importance to the vault, the Atrium often has two security officers on patrol at all times, day and night, to deter anyone from causing trouble.&nbsp; The atrium is also watched over by the Overseer, whose office window looks down into the Atrium from the opposite side of the large banner.<br><br>Most of the time, the Atrium is rather empty, allowing people to travel to and from the various areas of the Vault with relative ease.&nbsp; That is, if they happen to be citizens.&nbsp; The two levels are open to civilians, but the stairs leading up to the walkways are often guarded to keep the denizens from ever walking above the ground floor.&nbsp; The citizens rarely have need to come down to the ground level, and so often they can be seen standing over the lower denizens, with mothers warning their children not to let them get too close.&nbsp; It was just another way that the vault had been made to reinforce the divide between the groups.<br><br>Connected to the Atrium on both levels are the store rooms and cafeterias, though both are much different.&nbsp; The citizens enjoy properly prepared meals from the denizen cooks trusted around sharp objects, and their clothes and other necessities were prepared by denizens again trusted to the task.&nbsp; They enjoy good, hot and hearty meals, while down in the lower mess, scraps from above and a cold gruel pass as what the denizens are allowed to eat.&nbsp; They have to make do with what the citizens above throw away, and they have no choice.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 21:06:41</strong>
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				Jessica (http://fusedfilm.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/jessica_biel.jpg) stood in the Atrium, on the second floor, and looked angrily at a middle aged man standing in front of her, while a little girl, no older than 12 or so, hid behind her. "What were you thinking?!" the Security Chief said to the man, who seemed confused and slightly frightened by her reaction. "But... but Miss Jessica, she's a Denizen, I have the right to.." Jessica interrupted the man "She's a little girl! And you're a Commoner, not Security." The man looked uneasy but didn't back down. "But she broke my terminal with her incessant games!" This time, Jessica slapped the man across the face. "You will not hurt this girl again, or I will hurt you more than you can ever imagine!" The man gulped and nodded quietly, remembering what a bad idea it was to argue with an angry Security Officer, especially Jessica.<br><br>Seeing that he was no longer wanted, he made a quick retreat, going back to the living quarters, looking at the floor in submission. Jessica turned around and faced the Denizen kid who looked up at her. "Thank you Miss Officer!" she said in a quiet voice. Jessica smiled at her and crouched. "Call me Jess. Now, go on and play, and stay in the Denizen quarters, will you?" The little girl nodded and ran away. Jessica stood back up and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. While the man had been right technically, that Commoners are higher rank than Denizens in Vault 110, her word as Security Chief was law, at least unless the Overseer or his assistant said otherwise. And there was nothing she hated more than seeing Commoners start taking matters into their own hands, especially when it involved hurting kids. Discipline was paramount in a place like this, and while Jessica was renown to be a rather playful individual, that normal citizens could chat with, she was also known to have a temper, and to become ruthless against those she didn't like.<br><br>Jessica had joined the Security ranks at a very early age, as she always kept herself in top shape and found that having a fit and strong body was essential to surviving in this vault. She had graduated to Security Chief by being very effective at maintaining order, with her own brand of kindness and punishment. This morning had been interesting so far for the 24 years old girl, breaking up a fight in the mess hall, catching a thief in the labs and administering her own style of punishment, and now this little altercation. A grin on her face, she watched the people go along their business in the Atrium, and wondered if the rest of the day would be this much fun.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 17:19:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090107121018/fallout/images/thumb/7/77/Mr._Handy.png/240px-Mr._Handy.png) (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Mister_Handy)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">A Mr. Handy Robot</span></div><br>Early 'morning' inside the vault, when the lights were raised to what was considered optimum instead of the dull illumination common for their night, was often busy in the Atrium.&nbsp; The first shift of citizens and denizens were needed at their jobs, and so parents would escort their children along towards the schools, stop and get breakfast, read up on what little news there was, etc.&nbsp; The Atrium was often busy and it was this time of day that it was the busiest of all, save when everyone was heading home.<br><br>The denizens passing downstairs looked different than the citizens up top.&nbsp; Their jumpsuits were patched, dirty, and in general not very good care.&nbsp; The citizens, meanwhile, all sported identical, perfect uniforms that were pristine and spotless.&nbsp; The only thing that stood out in the citizen crowd was the occasional Mr. Handy, a spherical robot with three arms and three eyes set 120<sup>o</sup> apart, with a different tool on the end of each arm.&nbsp; The denizens were restricted from owning a Mr. Handy, one because they were so expensive, and two because they were considered something only the citizens would have need for anyway.<br><br>Leaning against a railing watching the denizens below was Allita Stone, one of the most influential women in Vault 110.&nbsp; She wore her jumpsuit like everyone else, but it was her eyes and demeanor that set her apart from the others.&nbsp; She was the schoolmaster, responsible for the teaching of both citizens and denizens alike.&nbsp; It was on her shoulders that the burden of informing children of their rightful place in society fell.&nbsp; Unlike Jessica, the security chief, she wasn't so kind to denizens.&nbsp; She made sure that none stepped out of bounds, and if they did, discipline was strict and whatever means were necessary to keep them in place were used.<br><br>She noticed Jessica dealing with the denizen and the citizen who was trying to take justice into his own hands, and while she certainly understood the want to punish the denizen, she also understood that sometimes, you have to spare the child.&nbsp; Children didn't know better, and needed to be molded and shaped to become the proper members of society.&nbsp; She'd make sure that age-group got a special lesson today regarding what was off-limits to who.&nbsp; The citizen slunk off and watched him go, then waited for the denizen to leave before she stepped up behind Jessica, "Busy morning I hear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KoH</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 19:23:02</strong>
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				Tommy wiped the remainder of the food off of his lips and got up, setting the dish down on the counter, smiling to the robot there. "Always good." He muttered, before retiring to his room for a few minutes of rest, before grabbing his pistol and slipping on his uniform. Eventually, he emerged into the atrium and yawned, looking around and smiling. Vault 110. Not the best place in the world but, hey, at least his skin wasn't peeling from the radiation.<br><br>He walked around a bit, before arriving on the second floor, just in time to see Jessica tell a little girl to run off, before she started leaning on a wall. He gave her a quick wave, before leaning against the wall beside her... the two didn't know each other too well, but he tried to initiate conversation, using the security of the Vault as common ground... she was pretty damn good looking, too.<br><br>"So... what just happened there, then?" 'Shakes' muttered casually, trying not to make any sort of feeling too obvious, and aiming to keep his cool as much as possible. He wasn't just a thug for hire like his brothers and his late father...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 20:33:22</strong>
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				Jessica watched the people come and go, then saw Allita come in, and talk to her. She nodded politely. This was one of the few people in the vault with more authority than her, as the schoolmaster, reporting directly to the Overseer. She usually liked her fine, but she didn't particularly care for some of her more brutal methods, especially when applied without real merit. "Hey there Allita." she said simply.<br><br>Next, another Security Officer came around and leaned next to her. Tommy was one of the veteran officers, and as such, while he was technically under her orders, she never really dealt to him much. They talked occasionally but never for long periods. "Hey Tommy. Just a simple matter, I handled it." She didn't really care to recount the whole incident, especially since the day was just getting under way, and she figured they both needed to be alert for any problem.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KoH</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 14:18:38</strong>
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				Tommy nodded. "Yeah, I could see that." He looked out over the Atrium, before moving up to the railing and just taking in the atmosphere. Living in the Vault was certainly a unique experience, if nothing else. He stroked the stubble on his chin, before catching a stray breadcrumb and wiping it off on his armor.&nbsp; He looked up at the fake sunlight filter, and wondered if the outside was any different from this, or whether it was barren and lifeless... he wasn't even exactly sure on where they were.<br><br>He moved back to Jess, after spending a few minutes thinking rather philosophically about the entire ordeal. "So, Miss Security Chief," he grinned. "Any jobs?" He smiled, eyes flicking from Jess' face quickly up and down, in a quick look which Tommy wasn't sure whether she'd catch or not. She was certainly in shape, and definitely attractive. Tommy scratched his chin again, wondering for a few seconds whether Jess would ever go for him... as hard as he tried to look like it, Tommy wasn't rugged and powerful like his brothers. He was the smallest of the three and really took after his mother in appearance... he could certainly be... strong-willed, though...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 19:04:20</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081106013008/fallout/images/thumb/3/3b/GOAT.PNG/830px-GOAT.PNG)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Allita knew the security chief didn't like her, nor did very many of the residents of Vault 110, and she honestly didn't give a damn.&nbsp; She was one of the most powerful people, and she took it as her responsibility to ensure that people were kept in their proper place.&nbsp; She knew where the students excelled, where they failed, and she sometimes let her power over the <acronym title="General Occupation Aptitude Test">G.O.A.T.</acronym> guide them into the position they were best suited for.&nbsp; Sometimes, random chance would let someone into a position they just weren't suited for, and she made sure they never slipped through the cracks.<br><br>She didn't necessarily keep the denizens down, atleast not without a real reason that was tangible.&nbsp; Those with a decent brain and good attitudes, the ones that would make excellent citizens, she made sure to guide into positions where they would not go to waste.&nbsp; But usually, and this was much more common, she'd make sure a denizen stayed where they were, or even bump a citizen down to denizen.&nbsp; That kind of power meant that occasionally, she would get certain <em>gifts</em> from concerned parents just prior to the G.O.A.T. to ensure their students were kept in their current status position and given a decent profession.<br><br>She had never once been accused of bribary, and she never would be.&nbsp; Any hints that it might come back and bite her in the ass, she made sure the gift was refused, and might even accuse someone of trying to bribe her.&nbsp; It was a game she'd played for quite some time, and she enjoyed it immensely.&nbsp; As an adviser, anything short of rock-solid evidence would just bounce right off, and so she imagined the security chief would love to have her in chains.&nbsp; No such luck.<br><br>She was about to comment further when another security officer came up.&nbsp; She bowed out, letting the two speak together.&nbsp; She had a class to teach anyway, and so she simply said, "Keep up the fine work, officers."&nbsp; She headed for the classroom, located on the deck below, and slipped inside.&nbsp; There, she had students separated according to status, and she was glad she'd switched to this system.&nbsp; Keeping the students separated kept them in their proper place, with the citizens up front and bound to pay more attention, while the denizen students in back would be more likely to slack off and thus miss the lessons more often.&nbsp; This subtle manipulation kept them at an educational disadvantage.<br><br>Walking to the front of the classroom, she let the class quiet down a bit and said, "Alright class, today's lesson is on human anatomy.&nbsp; Your parents have all signed the appropriate forms, so let me warn you that today, there will be depictions of nude bodies.&nbsp; I expect all of you to be civil and to pay attention, as this is one of three lessons we will be doing regarding the anatomy of humans in general, then a lesson on male and then female anatomy.&nbsp; I might even call on volunteers, but you are NOT required to participate in any demonstrations for credit.&nbsp; After we finish, we'll be having a discussion on pre-war American history, and then a review of the G.O.A.T."<br><br>Turning on the projector, an image of two nude humans, one male and one female, came up, with a few snickers.&nbsp; "Alright enough.&nbsp; Now, the human body is one of the most complicated machines on this planet, and yet at the same time, one of the simplest.&nbsp; It's so simple that we can replace components, but so complex we can't completely fix it if it's broken beyond a certain point.&nbsp; This conundrum means..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 16:45:01</strong>
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				Sommer slowly worked her way out of one of the corners on the second floor, busy with her task of scrubbing clean the floor. On her hands and knees she worked a large scrubbing brush back and forth making sure to clean up any dirt and grime she could, it was best to give no excuses for anyone to criticize her work. She found out quickly that while some of the upper classes could be genuinely kind, far too many of them were quite the opposite. <br><br>Occasionally she looked up from her work, she glanced at the security guards briefly as she scrubbed her way towards them, stopping briefly to reach back and drag her bucket with her. The guards used to give her trouble when she would come to the second floor, now, most had seen her working so they hardly ever harassed her for her pass, unless they were in the mood for sport. <br><br>She stopped about a foot away from the two security officers and raised up to her knees, leaving her brush on the floor. "Excuse me officers, may I clean where you stand?" She asked, looking up at the pair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 20:02:24</strong>
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				Jessica watched Allita walk out in silence, then when Tommy talked she simply replied "Our only job is to keep the peace, and everyone in line." She wasn't keen at dispatching specific officers at locations, and keeping them on a short leash. She had enough to worry about with the Denizens and Citizens, she found that leaving Security Officers some freedom on how they did their patrol was more effective, as long as none of them went out of line too much.<br><br>When the Denizen cleaned up near them, she looked down at her and frowned. Usually she wouldn't give unnecessary hardship to one but she could clearly see that Sommer had forgotten an area in her cleaning, most likely because she was busy glancing at them. "Sommer, I told you the other day, pay attention to your work. You forgot to clean over there." She tried not to seem upset or angry, but instead being patient with her, more in a condescending way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KoH</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 20:55:26</strong>
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				Tommy inclined his head slowly, before starting to nod. "Alright..." He covered his eyes as the filtered light bounced off one of the light placements and dazzled him momentarily, before he moved slightly, waiting for his vision to clear - and there was a Denizen, a cleaning girl... Tommy noticed quickly that she was certainly a looker, before what she said reached his ears, shuffling out of the way of the light, and Sommer's path.<br><br>He smiled awkwardly, and positioned himself back near Jessica as she gave the cleaning girl some good old condescending 'advice'; even if she was harsh like that, sometimes, Jessica knew what she was doing, and certainly kept a good job at doing it. Tommy rustled around in his pockets, before tugging on a plastic wrapper and pulling out a granola bar.<br><br>"Damn, I'm hungry today..." Tommy slowly split the packaging open and started to nibble on the bar, taking it down a bit at a time, making sure not to give Sommer any more work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 21:26:14</strong>
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				Sommer stopped and looked back at where Jessica had pointed, then looked up at the officer and nodded quickly, "Sorry Ma'am, I'll get it right away."<br><br>She noticed the other officer, she knew his name was Tim or Tom or something like that. She didn't know much about him and preferred to keep it that way, she noticed the way he had looked at her and didn't much particularly care for it. She had seen that look on other men and even women in the upper levels, and all to often it ended with an experience far more pleasurable for them than her.<br><br>Sommer grabbed her brush and bucket and quickly shuffled over to the spot Jessica had pointed out. She plopped the bucket down and got back to the floor, both hands on the brush, scrubbing hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 02:26:06</strong>
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				Ian bared no mind to the denizen cleaner or the sercurity staff instructing her. She did not seem to be in trouble, and she was regular enough that she wasn't likely a target of the security personel. however, Jessica was there, and difusing any escalation with her was quite the feat. "Shakes" on the other hand, was something else. Ian had seen the smile when he caused terror and pain. The two were enough trouble separately. Best not to agitate them more, he thought.<br><br>Taking a pen and his clipboard, Ian surveyed the Mr. Handy. Regular maintainence of technologies was one of the things that helped pass time during the mundane hours. Ian knew and worked on just about every robot in the vault. He was one of the few maintainence personel who could actually repair the computer terminals still. So he at least had a place.<br><br>Still today was his more busy day. After his morning sweep of the atrium and checking the work orders of the overseer and security, he'd have to head to the lower levels to for his heavier workload.<br><br>The Mr. Handy was in good working condition, suprising for this model. He'd had to rewire it twice last month.&nbsp; Placing his clipboard in his satchel, the mild mannered engineer proceeded to the edge of the Atrium, checking the work order board for any assignments from the higher ups.<br><br>((http://rpgpcgames.net/wp-content/uploads/falloutMMO3.jpg (http://rpgpcgames.net/wp-content/uploads/falloutMMO3.jpg) Naturally Ian is without a coat and all those lovely toys))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 14:04:10</strong>
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				Jensen walked swiftly to his office which was just off the Atrium, to allow citizen and denizen easy access to his office to allow treatment with out problems, Jensens white lab coat glued to his vault jumpsuit, wrapped around his neck was his stethoscope, and different size scalpels were on the inside of his coat, hidden from view. His eyes distracted by the smell of the kitchens, he was going to be late, so he was going to skip breakfast again.<br><br>Jensen saw that people were beginning to drift out, heading to their destinations of work for the day, Jensen smiled at the people who said hello to him, he was rather liked as he was always kind mannered to everyone, though some did not like this thinking citizens should get more luxurious treatment, but Jensen was fair, he wanted to help everyone who needed him regardless of who they were. Secrectly he wanted to go out into the wastes, run tests, see if the atmosphere was even still hospitable if so he would of liked to journey out, helping everyone he could out there, but Jensen was a logical thinker. He knew life out there if it was even there would be primitive and he would be killed. He knew he would have to contend with doing as much good as he could inside the vault then out of it. <br><br>Jensen made his way to his office which was off the Atrium, past the classroom, Jensen saw the classroom door was still open, he looked into the room, stopping on his walk to look at the future generation. He leaned against the frame, smiling at the innocent children. He reflected on his time being a student it wasn't the most fun time for him, but the most simplest, he didn't think of his dad badly... He just wanted to the best for Jensen was that too bad? Jensens eyes then turned to the teacher Allita Stone, clean bill of health, glad he was old enough not to have her as a teacher, he felt she had a darker side to her, well everyone in the vault did, self preservation, others would call it selfishness, he smiled to her, hiding his thoughts. Sighing he carried on walking to his office, his door opening instantly, before the light turned on there was a dull thud. When the lights did turn on his hand outstretched open, pointing in the direction of the sound, he grinned as he turned to look at his dartboard, he had thrown a scalpel directly at it, as he did every morning and was perfectly in the bullseye as always. Give Jensen a pistol and he would be lost but give him a scalpel and could be a deadly killer.<br><br>"Good Morning Sir." He heard from his office, with out looking he responded to his Mister Handy Robot, his assistant, "Good Morning, got alot of work to do today Sam, so how about you take a stock check and report back to me?" Jensen said getting down to work instantly, he ignored Sams agreeing response as Sam got to work. Then Jensen looked over the chart for the day for his desk not a lot of appointments. But that didn't mean he wouldn't get any drop ins, which he always did, everyone knew Jensen was the best doctor in the vault although some would not want to admit it, so far he had only lost one patient in his care... His father. He always wondered about his fathers death was it his fault, or was it actually old age, did he not do all he could, or did he allow death to come for his father easily as punishment for his embrassment, the pressure added on to him by his father? He pushed the thought from his mind, and went to check all his surgeon work surface and making sure it was ready for any operations needed that day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 22:32:31</strong>
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				Ian did not notice any special orders. Whuch would mean in about 15 minutes or so he'd head to teh lower levels and get as much tech as he good...workable. The conditions were just as hard on the equipment down there as the were on the denizens.<br><br>Seeing the good doctor. Ian thought he might make another work order easier.<br><br>Ian knocked on the clinic door. He was not dirty from his work down below, so it was reasonable that the doc wouldn allow a short social visit.<br><br>"Just dropping in Doctor J", Ian said with a polite smile,"I'm heading 'downstairs' just seeing if you had any deliveris or anyone you wanted me to check on for you while i'm working. Just to save you a trip."<br><br>Ian, seemed to be the only maintainece worker who didn't mind the trips to teh lower levels. In truth He spent about 40% of his time down there. It didn't bither him because it helped pass the time in the vault. In a way, Ian's work was just as important as Jensens, just not nearly as personal most of the time.<br><br>Unlike Jensen's dartboard, Ian didn't show much for hobbies. He always had a watchful eye or was buried in a repair or book. Ian unfortunately was a busybody by position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 22:54:55</strong>
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				Jessica watched Sommer apologize and hurry off to the spot she had pointed. She gave him a somewhat friendly half smile and nod as appreciation at the girl obeying her orders, but was lost deep in her thoughts by this point. She remembered a past love, a young Denizen girl that Jessica had befriended and fallen in love with, the two of them spending many hours in a room together, chatting and making out. That was, until the girl got sick, and died from an incurable disease, most likely from the poor, dirty conditions that Denizens live in. That's when she decided never to get too attached to a Citizen or Denizen again.<br><br>Just at that point, she saw Jensen go by and enter his office. Jessica suddenly straightened up and walked towards his office, but was surprised to see a worker, Ian, had beaten her to it and entered the room. She frowned at the sight, and walked up to the door, hearing the opening greeting. Jessica knew that Jensen found her attractive, altho she didn't know how much of a crush he had for her. It was a fun past time for her to try and find out. Altho he was handsome looking, and had many of the girls in the vault interested in him, Jessica had promised herself not to fall in love, but that didn't stop her from being flirty.<br><br>She had intended to go in and play with Jensen some, but now had become annoyed by Ian's sudden intrusion in her plans, through no fault of his own. Before letting the doc answer Ian, she crossed her arms while leaning in the doorway, and spoke loudly. "Hey! Ian! I don't recall you being a delivery boy. Why did you come here instead of heading directly to work in the lower levels?" She was visibly angry, and that was never a good sign.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 23:20:58</strong>
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				Jensen was cleaning his scapels as he heard the knock on the door, "Please, Enter." Jensen called resting the scapel back next to others in a perfectly neat order. He was surprised to see Ian there, He returned Ian's smile, Ian was one of the most geniue people in the vault, and probably the most sincere, Jensen had a lot of respect for him. <br><br>"Hey Ian, good to see you." He said, grateful for Ian's help, Ian was always lending a hand, he was about to respond, to say he hadn't seen anyone the lower levels in a while, and that he was going to go down soon but hadn't had the time, he was about to give Ian some stimpaks, plasters, bandages, the basics, but one thing he wanted to give Ian was a cream for Sommers hand and feet, he was worried about her, the more time she spent like against the hard floor the more her skin will weaken, and break more easily. <br><br>Jensen then turned his eyes to Jessica, even now resisting the urge to look at her body, Jensen did have a soft spot for Jessica but now wasn't the time for that, "Peace Jessica," He said raising his arms "I have told you many times, that temper of yours is not good for your health." He said smiling at her politely. "It would be more logical if Ian helped me by doing this, it would increase the working capacity of the whole vault, which in the long run be better, wouldn't you agree?" He finished, hoping the reason would get through to Jessica. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Apple of Eris</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 23:34:05</strong>
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				Sommer busily scrubbed away at the floors, ignoring the stares and occasional comments from those who walked past, though some caused more than just a little twinge. Especially when it was the children who commented, such as a little girl who remarked, "Ew mommy, look at how dirty she is. I'll never have to be like that will I?" Or a father and son walking together both commenting lewdly on her being on all fours, the son asking his dad, "If I study really hard, I can have one like her for myself can't I?" "Of course son, but you'll need to study hard to become someone very important."<br><br>Sommer felt disgusted by the remarks, tossing them around in her head until a rumbling in her stomach reminded her of just how hungry she was. Breakfast was the same cold slop they ate daily. It was supposedly nutritious but tasted like nothing and did little to satisfy the pangs of hunger most Denizens felt. She longed for being asked to serve at another party or dinner the important citizens sometimes held. Then she usually got to eat real food, and even better they always made her shower, a real shower with hot water and soap and then they would dress her in new clothes... She wished she could have that every day... just the feeling of warm water on her body, being clean, even maybe sleeping in a real bed... Sommer sighed heavily and returned to her work. Better to not dream too much or she'd attract unwanted attention from someone.<br><br>As if giving voice to her thoughts, she felt the nudge of a booted foot against her side. "You, denizen Sommer. The Overseer demands your presence." An imposing looking member of the security force said interrupting her work.<br><br>"The..." Sommer replied, sitting up, her eyes large, hands starting to tremble. "What... what did I do?"<br><br>"How should I know? Not pick up that damn bucket before someone trips over it and lets go. Move your ass!"<br><br>---&gt; to the Other areas!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KoH</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 01:48:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tommy smiled as Jensen, Ian and Jess all made their way by, as well as the good-looking cleaner, who got called off by a member of security... suddenly, he was alone. He started to get a move on, starting his patrol, when-<br><br>"Yeah, go on then, try it!" His head flicked to the source of the noise; another two accompanied it.<br>"Yeah, try it, try it!"<br>"Go on, I dare ya'!"<br><br>Tommy shook his head and finished walking down the stairs, before turning his head towards a group of three teens huddled in the corner, not much younger than himself, huddling around something in bright-coloured wrapping, and what appeared to be a cigarette lighter of sorts... the lighter was definitely prohibited, and knowing these three, the colourful wrapping, and whatever was inside it, was, too.<br><br>"Lewis." All three stopped, pushed their hands behind their backs, and moved closer to the wall, staring straight at Tommy. The leader of the three, or so it seemed, was a blonde boy, maybe a year younger than Tommy... and the two definitely didn't get on well. Lewis Burne fancied himself a rebel, and often enjoyed messing around with whatever he could - and he did a pretty good job, leeching off his further, learning tricks of the maintenance trade - just to piss off security.<br><br>Tommy held out his hand. "I'll be having that, please, Mr. Burne."<br><br>"Shakes? Haha, you gotta be kidding me... why don't you go and get your brothers, man?" Lewis began to laugh, and so did the lackeys either side of him. A vein started to appear prominently on his forehead, and, shortly after, Tommy grabbed the laughing teen's hand and yanked it to the left, pushing it out of the comfortable position, and putting a lot of strain on it.<br><br>"Drop." The coloured wrapper, still intact, dropped out of his hand and onto the floor. "Sit." Lewis started to struggle against Tommy's deceptive strength, but didn't seem to be able to. The officer leant down and picked up what seemed to be a covered firecracker, chuckling. "Good dog..." He turned around and headed back upstairs, to see what Jess was doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 11:05:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No problem doc just trying to save a little troub", Ian was cut off by the head of security. The lithe maintence worker waited. At the right times he'd push submisive body language and change his tone of voice.<br><br>"I am instructed to prioritize work asignments that are vital to the overall well being of the Vault, Security Chief. Checking for special assignments from the Overseer or Doctor supercedes my normal work scheduale, I'm going to be sure to spend the rest of my day fixing the waterchip's access to the lower termnials", even witht he psychological profile he'd made of the security chief. The observations he made, and the subtle things he did to appeal to her emotions. He knew nothing was gauranteed. <br><br>Being important didn't save you from a beating. Not screaming, whining, or giving in to pain only made it worse. as small as he seemed to be, Ian was not a screamer. The young man would take his beatings, do as he was told. He'd try to reason with the gaurds, but as bad as it was, those below him had it worse.<br><br>The doctor spoke on his behalf.Jensen was a good guy. Maybe Jess would listen, maybe not. ian wasn't the type to gamble. he waited. All he had was time and his thoughts down here in the vault.<br><br>His day was going to be long, but was it going to be a long day of work, or a long day locked in a room with the chief? Tommy was coming in. Hopefully, the clinic wouldn't have to suffer from security's whim.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 18:19:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">An alarm began to sound throughout the Atrium.&nbsp; This alarm was a long, gradual build up before stopping and resetting, again and again.&nbsp; It was the damage alert, meaning something somewhere had broken in a truly spectacular manner.&nbsp; It wasn't long before denizens began rushing out of the lower living quarters area, soaking wet, trying to get out as water gushed into the living quarters.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 18:50:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica shook her head. The doctor was a smooth talker, he always had been, but she would not let go that easily. "Look, you have a specific job to do, and it's not..." but before she could continue, an alarm sounded and interrupted the group. She frowned and turned around, looking outside. Soon she noticed people running and screaming, and it was apparent that something had broken.<br><br>"Damnit!" She turned back to Ian and pointed at him. "See what happens when you delay work?! Go to the living quarters now and get this thing fixed! We'll resume this little talk after, I'm not done with you yet. Now go!"<br><br>Jess then went back to the Atrium and intercepted the panicked Denizens, making sure they calmed down and didn't cause any trouble.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 21:30:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no use arguing with the chief. She gave the impression that machines were like children. Left alone and they would get into to trouble. While they did age, they di not choose when they would fall apart. Given the age of the vault. It was a wonder that any of the technology had survived at all.<br><br>Malfunctions in the vualt involving water were series. Water was the second most important thing next to air, and the second most deadly next to radiation. nodding to the doctor, thanking him at least for his intentions. The maintainence man made his way past Jess and Shakes.<br><br>He'd get his licks later more than likely. There was no pleasing the chief.&nbsp; She didn't seem to have the patience for the complexities of his work or explanations. Ian was resigned though. <br><br>He had work to do, and thought past tommorow.<br><br>-&gt; Exit to Lower levels if not stopped.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 00:34:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The alarm seemed reinforce Jessica's complaint, proving her right. Was the vault reaching her limit? Was this a sign to warn them to pack up? But now isn't the time to ponder but react, He moved at the same time they all did, but he did not leave the room as quickly as they did, he stomped to his surgical room, grabbing an oxygen tank which connected to a mask, he then moved to get surgical tubing, making an harness to attach it to a persons back, it would have to be worn like a sweater. <br><br>Once he was happy with his ingenuity, he moved quickly out of his office, passing Jessica, aiming to catch up with Ian, "Ian!" He shouted out just as Ian was about to enter the door, Due to being so tall, in a few more steps he was next to Ian, "Here were this, incase you need to work under water." He said swinging it up into both hands passing it to Ian "Oxygen tank, fitted with mask attachment." He added incase he was wondering what the contraption was. He then went to help in the atrium, also calming down people with his reasuring voice. Then Jensen called over to Jessica, "We can manage here, maybe you should go tell the Overseer whats happening in <em>his</em> vault." He said wondering if she would listen to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Genbu83</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 06:10:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"thanks doc", Ian said realising what the doc was assisting him with. "This a mixed tank of air or pure oxygen?" The question would determin how the contraption would be utilized be the engineer.<br><br>He would have to make a short stopp to grab his bigger tool box. However, extra help wasn't objected to. Depending on where the line was brocken and who's fault that was.<br><br>He'd assess the damage and hopefully not have to be a miracle worker.<br><br>-&gt; Still exiting
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 15:40:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Atrium was where most the meals were consumed, so it was a common sight to see Jonathan Rogers (http://www.todayfm.com/Libraries/Breakfast%20Show/David-Tennant.sflb) going to and fro as he organised and prepared the meals of the day. Even now he was arriving adorned in his chef apron so that he might start in right away, a small sauce stay a hint of what might be coming for all the hungry mouths. Before he had ever made it to his kitchen however the alarm went blaring off, and then many of his friends came running, looking even more worst for where then usual. <br><br>"What the bloody hell is going on?" asked the chef as he twisted around on the spot trying to get an idea of what was going on. One thing was sure, there was a lot of people that would need hot food in their bellies to keep them warm. Assuming their ever benevolent Overseer would allow such resources to be put towards keeping the denziens from dying of a freeze. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vault 110 RP: The Atrium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Korosa</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 07:47:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael headed out of his office and down toward the source of the alarm, looking for anyone along the way who could answer some very important questions. Questions like 'the hell is going on here' and 'what does that noise mean' and 'why hasn't it stopped'. The closer he got to the alarm, the more important the latter seemed, since he had a limited tolerance for loud trilling sounds to begin with and this one was both loud and trilling. And painful. <br><br>He scanned for Allita, by preference, though any member of the maintenance staff or security forces would do. The Overseer wasn't a fan of things left unexplained and most alarms should have stopped by now. This might mean something was seriously broken. The idea displeased him. They did the best they could on the vault's limited resources, but they were limited. It had been a long time since the Great War and they'd been trying to keep this place patched and running ever since then. 
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