You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]
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				Title: <strong>You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 10:36:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://imageshack.us/a/img197/6496/jgc0.png)</div><br><hr><br><em>It seemed too good to be true; a vaccine to end all the major viral diseases at once, easily dispursed via air, benefitting not only mankind, but all life on earth. It seemed too good to be true... and it was. Too late scientists discovered the horrifying side effects of the miracle vaccine. It began to deteriorate the cells of all living things, causing them to decay and eventually die. The bleakest part about the whole matter? According to the calculations done <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> which had been checked hundreds of times by thousands of experts around the globe <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> all life on earth will have died within the next seven days. <br><br>This is the story of those seven days. A story about human society falling into a state of desperation and chaos, as hopelessness reigns supreme. A story where one scientist refuses to give up and seeks to find a cure within those seven days. A story about the people who stand with them, most complete strangers of all walks of life, who try to help in any way they can, clinging to that tiny slither of hope together.</em><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f1/New_York_City_-_Times_Square_panoramic.jpg)</div><br>In New York city the evening had just fallen as the news hit the news feed<del>&nbsp; &nbsp; </del><em>all</em> news feeds all at once. Television, radio, the Internet; all were swarmed by news of the exact same topic. On the big screens on Time Square a reporter popped up, banishing all the advertisements that were usually flashing by. Someone had cranked up the volume to eleven, nearly overpowering the busy traffic in the streets. The man on the screen, well groomed, with hair combed back sleekly despite the breathless pale and sweaty complexion he sported. With large eyes directed at the camera, shuffling the thin stack of papers in his hands, he began to speak, attracting the attention of many, if not all, wandering about in the streets.<br><br><strong>"Good evening, America. This is a special emergency broadcast,"</strong> he began, his voice sounding strained, almost forced to maintain its calm and composed tone. <strong>"Just moments ago researchers announced that they have made a shocking discovery concerning the miracle vaccine known as "Oracle...""</strong><br><br>It was a curious transition to watch from there on out. With every spoken word, the light in the eyes of all who watched and listened seemed to slowly fade, as if all hope, no matter how small, seemed to disappear into nothingness. The news shook them to the core of their very being. Disbelief. Outrage. Denial... These were just a few of the many strong emotions that formed in the heart of men as they were informed of the harsh reality behind what they all had thought would be the answer to virus based diseases. It had turned out that humanity's ambition for perfection had made it careless. The vaccine, which had been spread across the world via large, specially designed generators that could blast it into the atmosphere, was actually killing every living thing at this very moment. As the man on the big screen explained, instead of simply altering the cells within the body to become immune to viruses, it was actually corroding and killing them. The exact details were way to complex for the average Joe to comprehend, but the matter of the fact was this...<br><br><em>All life would cease to be within the next seven days...</em><br><br><strong>"Godspeed, America... Godspeed..."</strong><br><br>And not moments later the man disappeared from all screens across all television sets in the country, leaving them with the typical we're-experiencing-some-difficulties type of screen and the annoying, highpitched tone that came along with it. At that moment, everything fell into chaos. In Time Square people began to yell or cry and outrage and disbelief. Traffic accidents began to pop up due to careless driving. People were in chaos. And, as history shows, when chaos starts, so does the violence. Many began to riot. Others began to plunder stores. Others were fleeing in terror in fear.<br><br>Cars were tipped. Fires were lit. Fights broke out. Chaos was all over the Big Apple, but it was worst in downtown Manhattan, where population was thickest. This was the beginning of the seven days. That evening marked the beginning. That evening was <em><strong>DAY 0</strong></em>...<br><br><hr><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Posting Format</strong></span><br><br>Please use the following at the top of every post you make in the IC. It's mainly to make sure we keep things organised and people don't get confused as to where characters are and whom they're with.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=100 padding=5]IMAGE LINK HERE[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[b]Name:[/b] [Your character's name]<br>[b]Location:[/b] [Where they are]<br>[b]Tag:[/b] [Insert name of other player characters they are interacting with]<br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 06:59:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9l9vrPBvd1rp9to6o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Quinn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ace<br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Inhale... Oh, that never gets old.</em> The though of a smoker, as she inhaled the first hit on a fresh cig. Leaning against the wall, her eyes watched and flickered from person to person as they walked by quickly. The hustle and bustle of the city has always attracted her, in a such a way she could never see herself leaving a big city. Although, with that attitude of city living she did want to see the other wonders of the world... the other 'big cities' of the world. It was strict world that they lived in, and Quintressa Raina Simmons was just trying to find a way to survive it. The people passing by probably barely noticed her, and in all honesty, she didn't really notice them. Although her eyes flickered from person to person, she didn't really take much detail in. A single person could probably walk by her a few times without her realizing it was the same person. A few minutes passed and she dropped the cig to the ground and stomped it out. She was wearing a pair of DC sneakers, very warn out from all the wear that she had put them through over the years, but she refused to get new ones. They worked for her, much like she felt she worked for society quit well, not causing too much trouble and mainly staying out of the way of the people who found themselves doing great things.<br><br>Bringing a hand over her mouth she yawned, she had barely slept after her long night last night. Most of her nights were long, and last night was no different. She had been out with her crew and had a dance competition for some reason or another... she didn't really care about the politics behind her dancing. The free form dancing that was performed last night was mostly considered hip-hop, and she was very good at it. The nights were hard though, and it didn't pay that well either. Knowing she had to get into a proper dance company again she sighed and brought her arm down, crossing it with the other in front of her. Not wanting to move, she didn't. She was very glad that it was dark now, as the sun had been brutal in her eyes. Although it was dark in the sky, Time Square wasn't very dark at all. The billboards lit up the sky and made it almost impossible to think it was around nine o'clock already. Her eyes flashed to the huge screens as a man came on the screen, seemingly very serious. Quinn never really paid attention to the news, but knew what he was talking about slightly.<br><br>The words from the man on the screen took a while to hit her. Finding herself off the wall now and into the middle of the sidewalk, as most people stood still... watching, thinking. As the man's words ended and the broadcast snapped off, the screens going blank, she looked at the people around her again. Feeling her heart racing at the news, she had no idea how to react, or what to do for that matter. Never thinking that something like this could ever happen, and at first figuring it was just a hoax from the government she started walking north. Though the people around her seemed to think differently, and they were quickly in an uproar as the news settled. People were getting more obnoxious and free spirited as the end of their lives seemed imminent. Moving quickly through the crowds of people who were chattering and moving quicker themselves, she found herself having to weave more and more, and faster as the people seemed to be going out of control. This was all very annoying to her now, as all she really wanted to do was get to her apartment, and away from all this. She needed to at least call the people she new and cared for and speak to them about the news, but she couldn't do it this mess of chaos.<br><br>Crossing the street quickly she could see hoards of people starting to riot and seemingly pillage, figuring they had no laws any more. Grinning as she watched a fight broke out she rolled her eyes. As she did she was pushed by a group of people, and she turned and regained her balance pushing them back slightly. She didn't stick around to deal with their anger and she walked faster away from them weaving through the crowds still. Her mind started racing as she was trying to figure out how to react, she was very... thoughtful in stressful situation. As she was loosing herself to her thoughts she suddenly felt a hard shove against her right shoulder, one she was not expecting or prepared for at all as it had been from slightly behind her and out of her vision. <em>Oh, shit!</em> she though to herself as she stumbled forward. Trying to regain her balance, she could not. Instead she found her feet tangled with someone next to her and fell down over his legs. She quickly looked around to see if he had fallen as well. Figuring he would have, no way that the stumble over his legs went unnoticed by him. Finding the man she grinned a little and looked at him with a stern kind of look on her face. <strong>"I'm sorry, man."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 08:31:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1024x768/p/paul_walker_beautiful_blue_eyes-6252.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ace<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn<br><br><br>Good grief, he never caught a break it seemed. This traffic was terrible, he couldn't even walk anywhere, it was going to drive him nuts if he didn't get to where he was going and get a little bit of relief from all of this insanity.&nbsp; Then the man appeared on the screens and gave them the terrible news. He couldn't even move at first he was so shocked and it seemed that he wasn't the only one with his feet glued for a while and then it was hell. People were running, screaming, and creating chaos all around him. He looked around quickly and tried to find something to do but he couldn't get away from the crowd.<br><br>He pulled his bag closer to him and held it and suddenly, he was face down on the ground and rolling to his back as he sat up. He looked around quickly and then he heard a voice and looked at the woman who spoke it. "It's fine. Are you okay? What the hell is going on? I'm Ace, by the way, you are?" He asked her, the questions shooting from him as soon as he thought of them, he had no idea why he was asking her, she was probably a civilian and had less of a chance of knowing than he did but he still had now clue. He wondered if this was a test or not. He hoped like hell it was only a test, otherwise his day had just went to hell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 06:51:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag99/Entropic1/Samuel_zps4238af35.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Samuel<br><strong>Location:</strong> His apartment =&gt; Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Samuel watched the TV, almost not believing what he was hearing, his mouth hanging open as he had been about to take a sip of his coffee. The Vaccine was killing people? That was... that just didn't seem possible. Everyone? But there it was. Samuel thought about it. Personally, he objected to it even being called a 'vaccine', since it wasn't an injection, and a person couldn't opt out. The entire planet had just been poisoned. Samuel sighed. He had been a doctor. Maybe if he hadn't lost his license to practice medicine, he would have been offered a chance to voice his opinion on the 'vaccine' before it was dispersed. Maybe he could have stopped this. Samuel stood up, taking his coffee into the kitchen and pouring it out into the sink, no longer feeling thirsty. How could they be so stupid. If the vaccine was killing people, and it was still dispersed into the atmosphere, then obviously it wasn't properly tested beforehand. Was a bunch of brain dead idiots! To think that Samuel had lost his medical license for giving and already hopeless patient more cancer, with that patients consent no less, to try and find a cure, but the fools who made the vaccine must not have even tested it before putting it out for the whole world to breath in.<br><br>A thought occurred to Samuel then. Maybe he could do something. Had had planned on taking the results of his cancer test to the medical research center on 134 East 93rd Street. If he could get there, maybe he could do something. Find a way to immunize himself and some people. Maybe even a far reaching cure to help everyone. Samuel looked out the window to the street below. Everything was blocked up. Cars honking and not moving at all, as clearly some people had gotten out when they had heard the news, not knowing how to rationally react. Then again, how could you rationally react to global genocide? Samuel walked quickly to his front door, grabbing his jacket before walking out and towards the elevator. It was quiet. Usually you would be able to hear people talking in their rooms, but now... just silence. It must have been broadcast not just on news stations, but every channel.<br><br>Samuel got to the elevators quickly and took one downstairs. He knew the way to the research center, but given that traffic was backed up like it was nobody's business, it would actually be faster to walk. Getting out onto the street, Samuel looked around, getting his bearings. He could hear shouting and yelling, the sounds of fighting and pointless arguments that would probably lead to more fights. Hell was getting an early start.<br><br>He lived close to Time Square, and it was on the way to the research center. As he made his way there, the chaos was no less rampant, with people running around, bumping into each other, fighting still. Fortunately, since traffic was stopped up, Samuel could just go straight across the roads without worry. As he made his through Time Square, Samuel was bumped into by someone who apparently wasn't watching where they were going. The guy turned to face him and, without a word, slugged Samuel in the face, dropping him to the ground. He was dazed for a moment, and then the man who hit him was standing over him. "Who are you, huh? Another loser trying to mug me?" The man asked.<br><br>Samuel shook his head, lifting his hands up carefully. "No... no I'm a doctor," Samuel said, not quite seeing straight.<br><br>"Oh a doctor? You probably did this crap, didn't you!?" The man said, his tone one more of accusation than it was a question. He looked like he was about to try and strangle Samuel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 10:13:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9l9vrPBvd1rp9to6o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Quinn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ace, Samuel<br><hr><br><div align="center">Quinn had rolled over and sat herself, looking at the man she had just literally tripped up. It was all by accident in the chaos of the news, and she hoped that he didn't take it the wrong way or anything, seeing as most of the people around the city were going ape shit crazy with the news. The crowds were forming an oval around them pretty nicely as they sat awkwardly on the ground. As he started speaking and spitting out questions and amused look came over her face and her lips curved into a little half smile as she thought about the questions. She couldn't help but chuckle softly. <strong>"I'm okay... And, I have no idea what is going, this is all kinds of fucked up. It's gotta be some kind of test from the government.</strong> She said simply, flat, a little hint of worry in her voice. Realizing it was probably the most unsanitary place to sit in the world she quickly popped up and looked down at him. <strong>"Hello, Ace. I'm Quinn."</strong> She said as she offered a hand out to help him rise from the ground, as she figured he didn't want to sit down there any longer than she had wanted to sit there. It was odd that tonight of all nights she literally bumps into somebody that seems interesting to talk to. <br><br>For a moment she thinks that she should be a little more worried about what was going on, but decided to just let it go for a moment, she had to think about it before she reacted to it. Rearranging her shirt and jacket and pulling her bag over her shoulder again she looked back at him. He was considerably taller than her and her neck had to stretch upwards to look at him, but she was used to being short. <strong>"So, where were you headed with all this craziness going on?"</strong> She asked kindly as they stood and made an obviously annoying road block. She didn't care though, she was good with where they stood and wasn't really going to make an effort to move anytime soon. As she awaited an answer her eyes flickered between the people that passed them again. It was basically the same as before the news, but now it was just much faster. Along with the increased speed of the general mass of people there were many sirens and alarms and screaming going on. There were a few particularly loud arguments going on, almost amusing to her as she eaves dropped on some of the arguments. Around them it was relatively fine, no fights or arguments or extreme pushing going on... at least any more.<br><br>Suddenly there was a man on the ground a few feet away from where Quinn and Ace stood talking. She watched the moment happen, her eyes had found him as he was falling to the ground. Her eyes on the assailant now, deciding she would try to figure out what was going on. Quickly it was apparent though, the standing man was attacking the man on the ground. Worried what the assailant was going to try to do she nudged Ace by his elbow and pointed over to the commotion. <strong>"We have to do something, Ace."</strong> She looked up at him, and then back at the two. Nobody else was going to this mans help, and she figured she would. She had been in fights before, and this wasn't going to be any different. She was going to be dead in a week anyway, so what was the point in trying to preserve her body for her career now? Sprinting the short distance over to the man on the ground, she used her momentum. She pushed the guy that was standing over the man on the floor. Watching him stumble a little she was ready if he decided to come back at her, in a harsh tone she warned the man <strong>"What the fuck man, back the hell off. You're being crazy."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 23:49:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1024x768/p/paul_walker_beautiful_blue_eyes-6252.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ace<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn, Samuel<br><br>"We can hope it is just a test, but somehow I doubt it, they wouldn't risk this kind of damned panic without good reason. At least I hope that they wouldn't be so fucking psychotic." He said softly to her, he was admittedly a bit disenchanted with the military as it was, 5 years in a hell hole like Iraq would do it to you. He had hated it there and had readjusted to civilian life well and he was happy that he had. He did feel like he should be happier with his time in the military but he found it hard. The memories that he had of that place created many sleepless nights for him and had ended his best relationship that he had had. He was glad that he had chosen a new way to go with his life but it seemed like that was a moot point with the news today. <br><br>He saw the man get knocked over and went toward the quickly. "Enough man, he wasn't gonna do anything you, shut up and take a walk." He had to laugh a bit as Quinn shoved him. He pulled his back off and held it in one hand. He kept it in his left hand to give him the ability to punch the guy with his dominant hand if he came at either of them. He took a glance at the man on the ground and smiled at him, trying to reassure him. "You okay?" He asked him as he looked back to the attacker, waiting for a move. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 09:36:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag99/Entropic1/Samuel_zps4238af35.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Samuel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn, Ace<br><hr><br>Dizzy, and now with a throbbing pain in the side of his head, Samuel looked up at the two people who had come to help him, wondering if it had been that obvious that someone was about to try and wring his neck. He sat up, looking from the man to the woman and back again, bringing a hand up to his face. "Not really," Samuel said in response to the man asking if he was okay. Why was he smiling? Humanity, as well as every other species that didn't live deep underwater on Earth, was on the verge of extinction. It wasn't the time to smile. "That said, I think it has as much to do with the idiots saturating the atmosphere with an obviously untested super drug as it does being punched in the face," Samuel added, standing up. He applied a bit of pressure to the side of his head, just below his left temple. It stung quite a bit and Samuel winced, not quite prepared for it to hurt. "Well, now I'm not even going to die pretty apparently," he said, more to himself than the two people who had come to help him.<br><br>He looked at them again, one and then the other. "Sorry. Thanks for the help. Apparently since I'm a doctor, I must therefore be responsible for..." he stated, looking up at the sky for a moment and then gesturing his hand in a circle beside his face. "This... whatever you want to call it." Samuel wasn't actually a 'doctor' anymore. Even though, as far as he was concerned, he was probably better at the job than ninety percent of other medical practitioners, if not more. But not having a license to practice medicine didn't mean he wasn't going to try and do something about the 'vaccine' killing off everything living thing on the planet. "Thanks though. I appreciate not having my wind pipe crushed by a lunatic," he said, glancing over at the man who had hit him and staring for a moment. "Oh right... I... I have to go. Hopefully the research center hasn't been burned down," he said, looking around. Samuel has lost his bearings after getting knocked on his ass, and didn't remember which direction he had been walking in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 05:07:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1364.photobucket.com/albums/r740/Lemon__Lime/fd52a781-c3dc-471e-8335-29f5519cc120_zps6f9a9080.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Corina <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel - near Time Square <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Liam<br><hr><br>To say Corina's day had been long would have been the understatement of the year. She had been stuck in the city all weekend going to meetings about new ways to recycle battery waste. Yes, she was excited about it since she had helped develop the formula and worked directly with the chemists and engineers with it. She had a science background mostly in biology and when a company was interested in buying the process she was sent to discuss it. Of course all they wanted to talk about and all they could understand was cost and the phrase "cost effective" was thrown around more times than she could bare. She spoke to multiple groups that all had the same glossy eyed look when she was finished talking. <br><br>It was hard to not stick to the science and she tried to use small words but apparently that didn't quite work. Most of them seem quite pleased and she had already received multiple e-mails and text messages congratulating her from her own company that even the EPA was interested in meeting with her. After an early business dinner she was headed back to he hotel, it was still early and she still had some energy left, so she went for a swim. Hitting a few laps in the nice but somewhat small hotel pool really was her version of relaxing after a busy day. <br><br>After she felt she had sufficiently gotten a good work out and her shoulder was only a little sore she got out, toweled herself off and headed back to her room in her blue bathing suit, flip flops and swim cap and goggles in hand. On her way back she tried to avoid others but was soon stopped by a woman who seemed to also being a guest, getting a cup of coffee in one of the main areas. The woman grabbed Corina's hand and they both just stared at the TV, hearing the horrific news. Her mouth opened ever so slightly as things set in. Her body went numb and for a moment she felt like she couldn't move as realization set in. She shook her head as she felt tears stream down her cheeks.<br><br>Corina moved quickly moved to the elevator pressing the up button. The damn machine couldn't come soon enough. A few people walked off not knowing the news yet and she shoved her way on, pressing the button for the 11th floor. She should gather her things... or just what was necessary. Her presentation, the EPA, her career it didn't matter. Nothing did. She just had to do... something. As soon as the elevator dinged for her floor she ran off it and down the hall, not paying attention even in the slightest. Which caused her to damn near tackle the maintenance man working outside her room. They both hit the ground and she scrambled up apologizing.<br>"I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you... I'm so sorry. I'm so..."<br>A few more tears traveled down her face that she quickly wiped away. She helped him up and just looked at him for a moment. The world was ending and she was terrified. <br>"I'm... so sorry I need to get to my room and get ready for whatever is going to happen..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 07:23:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9l9vrPBvd1rp9to6o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Quinn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ace, Samuel<br><hr><br><div align="center">Quinn was surprised that Ace had jumped to the mans rescue with her so quickly, and even more surprised by what he had in his hands. In all honesty she wasn't used to people jumping into a fight or a scuffle with her, so it was a little relieving. Looking down at the man as Ace asked him if he was okay she managed a little grin as she regained her composer figuring the assailant wasn't going to try anything anymore. He had to of figured he was outnumbered, especially with the piece in Ace's hands pointed at him. So, instead she pulled her coat together and rearranged her bag on her shoulder as she listened to the man and watched him get up. Her eyes followed his as he looked up, but lingered longer than his did. <em>So a doctor... and a guy with a gun, probably military, and if not... trained. Great.</em> She thought to herself. She backed away a little noticing that she hadn't moved since the man stood up, and they were a little oddly close. She didn't know what to call what this was, as she forgot what the news had said. The only thing that she retained were a few knowledgeable facts that everyone needed to know, the most prominent being they were all going to most likely die. Sighing she looked back at the two men, from one to the other and then back as Samuel continued talking.<br><br>He seemed to be confused, but she didn't know how to help. Her face was pretty emotionless, unlike most running rampant through the streets, which she was trying to ignore and avoid. Every once in a while she would move a little to get out of the way. Hearing his last words about a research clinic she perked up and looked back at him, as her eyes were on the crows, studying the chaos. <strong>"Research clinic...?"</strong> She questioned, a little to herself than to the men in front of her. Her eyes found Samuel, she had a questioning look on her face and then reached out her hand. <strong>"I'm Quinn..."</strong> She wasn't one for hand shakes that often, but she figured it was a ritual that most people appreciated upon meeting someone. She hadn't shook Ace' hand, but that was because they had literally bumped into one another, and then hadn't had time for too many pleasantries as they saw Samuel and the scene that had progressed in front of them. <strong>"You spoke of a research center. Do you have a plan to try and help this... situation?"</strong> She asked again, and then looked at the signs around the square. <strong>"I could help you get there, maybe help out... Anything that I could do to try and, I don't know... help."</strong> She said a little more pleasantly, looking at Samuel.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 07:47:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1024x768/p/paul_walker_beautiful_blue_eyes-6252.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ace<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn, Samuel<br><br>He looked down and he saw his hand on his gun, he gritted his teeth a bit and put it away. "Damn it, fuckin military." He muttered and looked away. "To bad I couldn't be retired before this shit..." He went on under his breath and then looked at the man as he spoke about the clinic. "My name is Ace, I can help you as well, if you don't mind that is." He said and looked around them, eyes searching to see where they could go to get the hell out of all of this mess. <br><br>He needed a breather and he needed it bad now, he didn't know why but he was certain that that man had been in more danger than he ever had in his life. He hadn't even realized he had taken his gun out and he didn't know why. He wanted to know what the military had done to him, he had carried this pistol with him every leave he had had and never once had he drawn it. Now in a time like this, he had almost shot a man, that was not him, not him at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 23:45:57</strong>
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				(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag99/Entropic1/Samuel_zps4238af35.jpg)[/floatleft]<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Samuel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn, Ace<br><hr><br>Samuel's eyes shifted back and forth from the gun in the man's hands to the woman who had pushed his attacker away, moving back and forth between the two, listening to what they were saying. He nodded. "Yes... yes you are both more than welcome to help if you think you can. First we need to get there though. I was heading... uh... okay, its on 93rd Street... 134 East. I was heading in that direction, but... well, right now I don't recall what direction I was walking in. The guy kind of knocked my sense of direction out of me." Samuel said. He looked at the guy who had hit him, who was now walking away, and then at the ground, and then again at his surroundings. He was trying to gather his bearings, and turned himself about for a moment before finally recognizing the direction that he had been headed in previously.<br><br>"Alright, uh... yeah, definitely this way," Samuel said. He looked at Quinn and Ace, then back again. "I'm Samuel. Just... call me Sam though. Anyway, do either of you have any knowledge of chemistry or biology?" Samuel asked. "I mean, its not pressingly necessary, but having someone to bounce ideas off of would certainly help a lot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 03:48:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9l9vrPBvd1rp9to6o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Quinn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ace, Samuel<br><hr><br><div align="center">Quinn sighed a little bit and rolled her hand into a fist as her hand shake wasn't really acknowledged. Her eyes glanced away at the crowd again as she found herself moving to the side a little and pumping into Ace again. Groaning a little she muttered a quick apology and moved back away a little. She noticed he was a bit taller than her, maybe even a foot taller than her, along with Sam. She felt short all of a sudden, and the crows was starting to annoy. The feelings were probably very prominent on her face as her eyes flickered from person to person as they whizzed by. Over hearing Ace say something about the military she nodded her head, she knew she was right. She could recognize a military man from a mile away... and she wasn't too happy about it. Rolling her eyes she reached into her back her eyes searching for two objects. As her hand emerged it went to her mouth and her other hand quickly went into her jean pocket fishing a lighter. Lighting her cig she looked towards the direction that he was talking about heading before. <em>Mmmm... We need to move.</em> She thought to herself as she took a big hit and then looked back at Sam again. <strong>"No, I don't have any chemistry or biology background. But, I know the streets like the back of my hand. I'm sure I can get you anything you need to do your... work."</strong> She said quickly, firmly, to the point.<br><br>She shifted her weight as she took a step in the direction he had talked about going. <strong>"We should probably get moving... we don't exactly have a lot of time. If you need anything I'm sure we can pick it up on the way."</strong> She said as she turned away from them a little bit. Taking a step she looked back to see if they were following or not. She was always an assertive person, and sometimes that didn't work out good for her, but no she didn't care. It was not a time to care about what people thought about you... so she didn't. Looking around she took another hit and flicked the ashes ass he looked at the stopped traffic and then back at the men. She couldn't help but look at Ace with a little haze as she knew his military background. She didn't trust the military, and therefore she didn't know about trusting him either. But, Sam seemed alright, smarter than her for sure, but alright. <strong>"I guess we are walking. I doubt we are catching a cab in this mess."</strong> She commented solemnly, but had a little grin on her face as she turned to move but had to avoid a little brawl and pushed them away with enough force to move away and out of her hair. Looking down, <em>Fuck...</em> She thought to herself as she noticed the broken cig. Lighting another she looked back again. <strong>"We are going to get separated guys, if you don't get to steppin', we need to stay relatively close."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 04:27:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1024x768/p/paul_walker_beautiful_blue_eyes-6252.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ace<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn, Samuel<br><br>"I got nothing in either of those subjects. Sorry Sam." He said and looked around, moving with Quinn, the crowd was really going to make this a pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he could last without one either. He kept a watch out for anything that would separate them, he pressed himself close to Quinn as a brawl moved by while they walked. "Fucking idiots, this shit won't help any of them. Just like the fucking military can't help anyone, assholes anyway..." He muttered, the inner monologue seeming to go on without him voicing anymore of it. <br><br>He didn't know why he had joined the military anymore, he had thought that he would be good, that he would help people but they hadn't really let him do that, instead he was a tool or instrument for them, just someone that they could use to do their dirty work and not have to get their hands dirty. He had only served his last tour to avoid losing all that he had worked for in his time in. He hated that they had used such a tactic to keep him in but they had and he had had no choice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 10:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lemon Lime's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=179498.msg8615612#msg8615612">Quote from: Lemon Lime on 22-07-2013, 05:07:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://i1364.photobucket.com/albums/r740/Lemon__Lime/fd52a781-c3dc-471e-8335-29f5519cc120_zps6f9a9080.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Corina <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel - near Time Square <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Liam<br><hr><br>To say Corina's day had been long would have been the understatement of the year. She had been stuck in the city all weekend going to meetings about new ways to recycle battery waste. Yes, she was excited about it since she had helped develop the formula and worked directly with the chemists and engineers with it. She had a science background mostly in biology and when a company was interested in buying the process she was sent to discuss it. Of course all they wanted to talk about and all they could understand was cost and the phrase "cost effective" was thrown around more times than she could bare. She spoke to multiple groups that all had the same glossy eyed look when she was finished talking. <br><br>It was hard to not stick to the science and she tried to use small words but apparently that didn't quite work. Most of them seem quite pleased and she had already received multiple e-mails and text messages congratulating her from her own company that even the EPA was interested in meeting with her. After an early business dinner she was headed back to he hotel, it was still early and she still had some energy left, so she went for a swim. Hitting a few laps in the nice but somewhat small hotel pool really was her version of relaxing after a busy day. <br><br>After she felt she had sufficiently gotten a good work out and her shoulder was only a little sore she got out, toweled herself off and headed back to her room in her blue bathing suit, flip flops and swim cap and goggles in hand. On her way back she tried to avoid others but was soon stopped by a woman who seemed to also being a guest, getting a cup of coffee in one of the main areas. The woman grabbed Corina's hand and they both just stared at the TV, hearing the horrific news. Her mouth opened ever so slightly as things set in. Her body went numb and for a moment she felt like she couldn't move as realization set in. She shook her head as she felt tears stream down her cheeks.<br><br>Corina moved quickly moved to the elevator pressing the up button. The damn machine couldn't come soon enough. A few people walked off not knowing the news yet and she shoved her way on, pressing the button for the 11th floor. She should gather her things... or just what was necessary. Her presentation, the EPA, her career it didn't matter. Nothing did. She just had to do... something. As soon as the elevator dinged for her floor she ran off it and down the hall, not paying attention even in the slightest. Which caused her to damn near tackle the maintenance man working outside her room. They both hit the ground and she scrambled up apologizing.<br>"I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you... I'm so sorry. I'm so..."<br>A few more tears traveled down her face that she quickly wiped away. She helped him up and just looked at him for a moment. The world was ending and she was terrified. <br>"I'm... so sorry I need to get to my room and get ready for whatever is going to happen..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://us.cdn003.fansshare.com/photos/samworthington/sam-worthington-gossip-2021051127.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Jeager<br><strong>Location:</strong> A hotel near Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Corina<br><hr><br><br>The day had started off pretty well for Liam Jeager. The blue collar born electrician from Brooklyn was working up in fancy pants downtown Manhattan for once <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> rather than the usual places in good old Brooklyn. The company he worked for was profiting from the poor state of the current economy, which drove many of their larger competitors out of business, causing many of their clients to switch over to them. As such Liam was doing some extra work shifts, working extra hours for some extra cash. He didn't mind, since he needed the money more than most others probably did.<br><br>His younger sister, Jenny, had been diagnosed with cancer and was going through chemotherapy. Seeing as she was a working class girl, her insurance <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> and his, for that matter <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> didn't cover the costs for the treatment. Being the kind of man and brother that he was, Liam insisted she moved in with him, so he could care for her while she was going through the therapy, and started paying for said treatment. Naturally, she protested, but her older brother could be quite the hard-ass, she knew from experience, so her resistance did not last long.<br><br><strong>"Seems like there's some kind of event going on outside, huh?"</strong> his coworker, the pudgy Jim Walkins, commented with a gruff voice as they worked on the wiring in a wall up on the eleventh floor of a hotel that hired them to fix some things and do maintenance. Jim was in his late fifties and fit the "rough looking on the outside, big softy on the inside" stereotype perfectly. Liam had been working with the man since he had been an apprentice and Jim had been a good mentor and friend ever since.<br><br><strong>"Yeah. Must be one of those fancy parties or somethin',"</strong> Liam replied without even looking up from the wiring he was working on. The glass and walls of the hotel were too thick to let the noise from outside trickle in properly, so neither of them had any clue as to what was truly happening. If they did, they would've surely gathered up their tools, which lay here and there at their feet, next to their individual tool boxes, and gotten the hell out of there and back to Brooklyn.<br><br><strong>"There we go!"</strong> Liam exclaimed with a smile as he finished up on the wiring, the hallway lights flickering for a brief moment before resuming their unending quest to expel light on those traveling below. The younger man turned to his partner and was about to say he was going to move on to the next section, but was suddenly knocked over by someone from behind, making him fall down onto his knees and hands.<br><br><strong>"Ow..."</strong> Turning his head, his eyes fell on a pretty redhead with a rather panicked expression on her delicate face. She stammered an apology and swiftly helped him up. <strong>"I'm alright... But I think the question should be: are <em>you</em> alright?"</strong><br><br>Liam raised an eyebrow, and Jim was probably doing something similar a few feet away, when the lady mentioned something about getting ready for what was going to happen. <strong>"I'm sorry, but are you alright? Did something happen?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 09:39:52</strong>
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				(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag99/Entropic1/Samuel_zps4238af35.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Samuel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn, Ace<br><hr><br>Sam just nodded and walked after the two. "Well, it shouldn't really be an issue. Even just having someone to throw ideas at will help, whether they actually care about what I'm saying or not," he said. He didn't know if Quinn or Ace would understand many of the medical concepts that he would have to go over in order to try and create a cure, but he knew that they both, at least, seemed to be levelheaded enough to not want to murder someone, which was definitely a positive. "Anyway," he began, staying close to the two of them as they tried to work their way through the crowd. "I don't know that we will need to pick up anything right away. But in a few days, at best, things are going to get worse as people stop doing their jobs, so we might lose power. If either of you knows where we might be able to find a few generators, it would make a world of difference."<br><br>He wasn't expecting it to be that easy, but Samuel could always hope that not everything was going to be an overly complicated pain in the ass. Getting out of Time Square was proving to be one hell of a pain in the ass though. People were bumping into them, and they were having to try and squeeze past idiots who were fighting and screaming at each other. Global death drug aside, it was still a really crappy day, and it probably wasn't going to get much better any time soon...
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 18:11:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1364.photobucket.com/albums/r740/Lemon__Lime/fd52a781-c3dc-471e-8335-29f5519cc120_zps6f9a9080.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Corina <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hotel - near Time Square <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Liam<br><hr><br>She gave him a blank looked when he asked her if she was okay. From the little tumble they took she was fine and she just nodded her head but in general, nothing was okay.<br>"None of us are okay... you don't know? It was just announced..."<br>Corina couldn't find the words. How did you describe massive world wide death? Just call it the apocalypse and smile? She grabbed his arm and quickly opened the door to her room and hurriedly began fiddling with the tv remote trying to find a news channel that was still working. There was a loop of a video explaining what was happening and she looked at the workman and just pointed to the television. The other worker had followed them in and she just stood there a moment letting reality sink in for them as well.<br>"Sorry to be so aggressive, I didn't think there was a better way for me to explain it."<br><br>She stood there in her swim suit and towel and then began going through her backpack, It was mostly used as a brief case but not anymore. She took all her files, papers, anything non-essential and began just tossing it onto the bed. There was no point anymore. and if by some miracle, or act of God they were saved she could come back and get it, if she cared to at all. She left her computer and started packing things into her bag, refillable water bottle with water, some protein bars, swiss army knife, an extra shirt, she wasn't just going to sit in her hotel and do nothing. Maybe she could find a colleague that would know what to do? Find someone that could figure out how to "fix this", but the realistic side of her was telling her that the chances were slim. If there was a chance to reverse this nightmare, millions of people would die before then, possibly the very people needed to help.<br><br>Letting the men watch the horrifying news she ran into the bathroom, changed quickly into a t-shirt, jeans, and zip up hoodie she came back out and began pulling on socks and sneakers, just trying to think of something to do in this situation. Or at least something to say. Would the phones still be working? She threw her cell phone in her back pack regardless in case they were a long with some lip balm. Her eyes went to the maintenance man she had tackled and she gave a soft sigh.<br>"I'm Corina by the way... not that pleasantries really matter at a time like this."<br><br>She ran her fingers through her still damp red hair as her brain ran at a mile a minute trying to think of SOMETHING to do.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 21:37:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.cdn003.fansshare.com/photos/samworthington/sam-worthington-gossip-2021051127.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Liam Jeager<br><strong>Location:</strong> A hotel near Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Corina<br><hr><br><br>The woman seemed to be all over the place, her words not making any sense to either of the men. They shared a brief glance, both ending up shrugging their shoulders to show that neither had a clue what was going on. It was weird, but that was New York for you; weird shit happened there all the time. They usually involved more eccentric types though, Liam thought. Not that he was complaining about having an attractive redhead in a tightfitting bathingsuit bump into him or anything.<br><br>The woman suddenly tugged him along by hand, leading him into, what he suspected, was her hotel room. Jim followed with raised eyebrows and an offhanded joke about how he himself never managed to get into a girl's room that fast, earning him the expected wry, over the shoulder look from his younger colleague.<br><br>Any further banter was denied as their attention was drawn towards the flatscreen television set the woman had turned on. A newsreport was on and both of them watched it carefully. As it progressed Liam's stance unconsciously changed, becoming more weary and agitated. Once it had ended he couldn't help but sigh and scratch his head, turning towards Jim as he did so.<br><br><strong>"Well, this is a right fine mess,"</strong> the pudgy man said gruffly, giving his stubbled chin a light scratch. All in all he seemed a lot more composed than Liam had thought he would be. Any normal person would be at least a <em>little</em> more stressed about the whole impending doom matter. With the feintest of chuckles he added, after a moment, <strong>"I've been tellin' Marie the government would be the death of us some day for years. Who's the "crazy old coot" now, eh?"</strong><br><br><strong>"You're awfully calm about this."</strong> Liam himself wasn't quite as calm, thoughts racing through his mind at a hundred miles per hour. How could this have happened? What should they do? He had to call his sister to make sure she was alright. If everyone knows about this, then things are going to turn bad quick, right? It was in the human nature. Fear would lead to violence for sure. He could take care of himself, but his sister was weak because of the chemotherapy. He had to get back to Brooklyn as soon as possible.<br><br>By now the woman had returned, having changed her attire to something more casual. She introduced herself as Corina.<br><br><strong>"Liam... Liam Jeager,"</strong> he responded somewhat absentmindedly, still in a haze of sorts. It wasn't exactly a matter he could take his mind of just like that.<br><br><strong>"Jim Walkins, missy."</strong><br><br><strong>"...Jim, we need to go back to Brooklyn. I can't just leave Jenny by herself. Things are going to get worse fast for sure!"</strong> Liam, usually calm and collected, was skirting awfully close to a full on panic attack. Luckily<del>&nbsp; &nbsp; </del>or perhaps unluckily for him, Jim was quick to notice this and gave his young coworker a solid swing to the jaw, knocking the unprepared man to the floor. <br><br><strong>"Ow, fuck...!"</strong><br><br><strong>"Calm down, boy! We'll get you back to yer sister, but not if you start actin' like a damn fool!"</strong><br><br><strong>"...Sorry."</strong> Liam took the offered hand and was raised back up onto his feet. His jaw stung quite a bit, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Turning to Corina, he applogized again. <strong>"Sorry about that."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 09:07:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9l9vrPBvd1rp9to6o1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Quinn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ace, Samuel<br><hr><br><div align="center">Quinn rolled her eyes a little as they walked past the little shuffle. Or, rather not walked but pushed their way through the crowd. It was irritating... she hated close spaces with a lot of people, even the dressing room before a performance with the company or even in the crowded placed her crew performed. She swore there was not this many people here before the message, of coarse she knew that more people had come from their homes to try and travel around to get to things they thought they needed. There was so much hectic things going and people were being oddly rude to one another it was hard to hear the other two talking behind her. Taking another inhale of her cig her body seemed to relax a little as they weaved through the crowd. Soon they would be out, and she would finally feel free again. Hearing the tail end of Ace's comments of the military she couldn't help but grin. A part of her loosened up on the haze she had over him now, but she could still never be too sure with military men. There was a reason that he had joined the military, and there was a reason that he had left. Just everything about the idea of the military and everyone involved always pissed her off and even made her suspicion sometimes. She let the thoughts of the military leave her mind, or as best as she could, as they were nearly out of time square and it seemed the crowd was easing at least a little bit. She sighed with relief as she felt like she could breathe a little bit. But, on the other side of things, she new it was New York, and it would probably be crowded everywhere.<br><br>Thinking of Sam's words, or what she could hear of them, her mind went into thinking of where to find generators. It was almost like a riddle, they weren't that easy to come by in the first place, but she was sure she would be able to find one or a few if she thought about it a while. <strong>"You can always throw idea's at me that you have, Sam. I just might not be able to give any sort answer that would measure up the caliber of your knowledge, but I can sure try to help."</strong> She sounded oddly optimistic. Which was odd for her. But, she knew that she would probably pose no help to him in the smart part of this endeavor, but it was giving her something to do, and she needed something to do. She was always a busy body, and this wasn't exception. If she had a chance to sit down and think about things she might go insane, and that just wouldn't be good for herself or for society. Suddenly a thought came to mind, and she almost paused in her steps, but remembered she needed to keep moving. <strong>"So, where exactly did you say we were going again?"</strong> She thought she remembered something about 93rd, and that would be good if he was headed somewhere that way. One of her dance crews that she had danced with were up by the Upper East Side/East Harlem area a while ago, and the place they used to dance at an have the parties and meetings and what not was always filled with junk like generators, tools, cars, and everything in between. She wasn't sure if it had been abandon yet or not, but she knew that a good majority of the junk would still be there.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: You Have Seven Days To Save The World [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>02-09-2013, 17:27:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1024x768/p/paul_walker_beautiful_blue_eyes-6252.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ace<br><strong>Location:</strong> Time Square<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn, Samuel<br>&nbsp;<br>Picking his way through a crowd had never been fun to him but the news today had made it even less so, he was on edge just like everyone else and he hated it, he hated the feelings that it gave him to be this way. He just wanted it to be gone, he didn't want this overwhelming feeling of despair that he felt growing, surging below the surface in him. He just hoped that it would all he over soon and he wouldn't have to deal with it for too long. He flet it might drive him crazy. 
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