[Never Make a Deal with a GM] Pre History and First Run (IC)
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				Title: <strong>[Never Make a Deal with a GM] Pre History and First Run (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 12:06:32</strong>
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				In the neat office, Pete Allison was sitting in his light blue jacket and red tie. The Emblem of DynCorp on the right side of his chest. He was looking out on the rain that was poring down all 104 floors to the darkness. He never ever notice the darkness anymore, it was just there. He cards in his hands was been reshuffled again and again and his mind was racing toward Rachel, the little bartender on 73 floor that he was sweet talking into going home with him. He smiled, it was such a easy game and it was so easy to get her all with his looks and of course power.<br><br>A little beep on his chest sounded and he slowly turned around and pressed the button to the intercom to his secretary: <br>"<strong>Yes?</strong>" he almost snarled. <br>"<strong>Mr. Black is here to see you sir.</strong>" came the metallic voice of his secretary. Pete sighted <br>"<strong>Let him enter!</strong>" he sad heavily, another problem was the words that raced through his human head.<br><br>The man that was called Mr. Black was not a man, but a heavily muscled dwarf, old battle scars made a crisscross pattern over his face and he his left eye was a replaced with a black metallic one.<br><br>"<strong>Mr. Allison we have a situation that needs taken care of.</strong>" the dwarf was never rude and he never seamed to show any emotions, at least not what Pete had noticed. <br>"<strong>It seems that our little informer had turned on us and we need to take care of that problem ASAP sir.</strong>" Pete hated these kinds of small problems, so he just turned around his chair and looked out the window turning his back towards the dwarf.<br>"<strong>Then take care of it, I don't care how just do it. If he can't keep his tongue, I want it here in a little purple box.</strong>" he turned the chair around again, just so he should see the dwarf out of the corner of the eye. <br>"<strong>Use some runners, we don't want anyone to look at DynCorp as a troublemaker.</strong>" with a small twist he turned back to look out the window and said. <br>"<strong>Music, let me hear some nice romantic tunes.</strong>" immediately music filled the room. Mr Black thought he recognized the tunes as some 20th century music, not that he knew stuff like that. It wasn’t because of his music skills that DynCorp paid his pay checks. Mr. Black bowed and left the room, very silently so he wouldn’t disturb the music.<br>
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				Title: <strong>First Run (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 20:02:14</strong>
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				“All you have to do is to fetch the package and then sit on it for three days that is all.” Were the words Ms Johnson had said to you. The pay was good, 10.000 per runner plus 25.000 to you all when the job was done. What she hadn’t mentioned at the time was the meeting place she had picked was the domain of a free hearth spirit who took your meeting rather poorly and the currier of the package and Killjoy, your street samurai was killed when the roof of the building you where is collapsed over him… a very surprising accident.<br><br>Next rather unpleasant surprise came when your leader, Candy came to your hideout. The rest of the team was meant to come to the place around an hour later. What really happened is still a bit fuzzy but she took a nose dive from the roof of the building and landed on top one of the cars that stood parked outside. Tearsong found later evidence that magic had been involved to make her do that dive. Vigo, your face, left town shortly after he learned what had happened.<br><br>This means that now there is just two runners left in your team; Stiletto and Tearsong and so far you haven’t even sat on the package one day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Run (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 21:32:11</strong>
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				Stiletto was finishing up cooking lunch and kept the noise of the holovid on in the background.&nbsp; He ignored the 'package' and handed one of the plates of food over to Tearsong.&nbsp; Much like usual, his cooking smelled and tasted delicious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Run (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 16:25:45</strong>
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				Sniffling softly, the red-haired elf accepted the plater and inhaled deeply.&nbsp; With a wan smile on her very full, very red lips, she looked up into Stiletto's eyes and offered, "Thanks.&nbsp; I didn't even realize it was time to eat."&nbsp; <br><br>True to her name, she'd weapt a good ten minutes over each comrade she lost, not imaturely but passionatly, and now was entirly too busy keeping a counterspelling sheild over herself and Stietto and peering into astral so often her head throbbed for sign of the next attack.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking softly, she breathed, forcing her hands to relax and proving that she wasn't quite as bad of a nervous wreck as she seemed.&nbsp; She couldn't help but smile as she ate, but she still kept the counterspells over herself and Stiletto.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Run (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 07:12:53</strong>
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				"No problem."&nbsp; The elf replied in that soft voice of his, pausing long enough to poke his nose in and check on the package before settling down to eat with what he'd prepared.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I hope that Virgo calls soon."&nbsp; He said, digging into his lunch.&nbsp; There wasn't much to do but wait for the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Run (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>01-08-2006, 08:43:18</strong>
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				The day slowly passed, outside it was hard to tell what time it was because the smog made the sky dark and the city light made it impossible to tell if the light came from any natural source, the only way to tell was to use a clock.<br>It wasn't until late evening until the phone finally rang.
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