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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2020 4:27 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2020 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2020 3:37 pm
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Brandon Russell
"You know, he might have just wildly misinterpreted his orders and when we got to the luxury spa for deviants and their friends, he was going to get severely punished. This was all some highly elaborate birthday party for Marcus." He laughed at the idea before going back to trying to pry out the remaining drawer with one he'd already pulled out. It was not going well. "The last number saved on it." He said without really thinking about it. "It'll either be his bosses or his family. There are also the former hunters, but most of them are busy these days." Busy being dead. He was lucky in that most people had assumed he'd died back in Sacramento and the people who knew otherwise, didn't care. "There are other rooms, we're not leaving until I find something that will cause lasting damage." He shrugged and looked up at her art. "Nice, very avant-garde." He had no idea what that actually meant it was just something artists said. "In a sense, no." He slid the blade into the tiny gap he had made by smashing the other drawer into it and elbowed it, the drawer weakened by it's beating popped open. He passed her back the slightly bent knife. "Thank you."
The inside of the drawer contained a few things of interest, an id badge with the head guards picture on attached to a lanyard. Brandon swiftly popped that over his head as not to loose it. "Me and Liv? We escaped from somewhere together, and she was being experimented on, the idea was to use her blood to create a serum that would make a super soldier. When I met her, she was a mess, I convinced her that I had finished the serum and that we needed to escape." He reached inside the drawer and pulled out a revolver and a box of bullets. He pulled out the cylinder and began loading it as he continued speaking. "Of course, her blood does have minor healing properties and made me a lot more durable at the start, but the side effects are crippling." He sighed, he spun the cylinder before pushing it back into place. The last thing in the drawer was a box of cigars and a silver lighter. He took two for the others, one for himself and then offered the box to Alison. "For when we win." He looked at her. "People don't tend to ask and when they do I go off like this and say too much." He shrugged.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2020 8:30 pm
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Alison Valentine "One of those fake kidnapping birthday parties." Alison agreed as if it somehow made sense, and they'd all be laughing in a few minutes when the pirates and guards shouted 'surprise' and the guard she had watched get shot in the face wasn't really dead at all. "How would talking to either help?" She asked. While Brandon continued to struggle with the drawer, Alison looked around the room. Wardrobe ransacked, the bookcase was torn apart, Brandon was almost done with the desk, though she wasn't sure who was winning. There wasn't really anywhere else to look for something useful. Though she did pop her head under the bed, only to find nothing. Just a solid wood frame attaching the bed to the floor so it didn't move with the rocking of the boat.
Standing back up, Alison took the bent knife from Brandon, at least he got the drawer open, and sat on the edge of the bed while he went through the contents and told her about him and Liv. "That's messed up! So why don't you go all super soldier on these guys?" She asked while taking a cigar out of the box. She had never had one before, but she wasn't about to be left out.
Jan 28th 2013
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2020 8:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2020 3:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2020 1:06 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2020 1:08 pm
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"Or maybe he knows exactly how much damage you could do." Olivia gave a meaningful look at the collar around Marcus's neck. She wasn't so ready to jump to conclusions as Marcus. Maybe it was this Kronin guy, and Brandon and she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe it was the same organization that had tormented her and Brandon, while Marcus was the one with bad luck. Or maybe the 3 of them were all victims of the same person, though one had to wonder how Alice fit into the mix. Marcus didn't ask her any questions in return, and they came to the first aid room before she could continue her line of questioning.
Liv rolled her eyes at the voice inside and gave a bit of a smirk at Marcus's answer. She didn't give kicking in the door a second thought. Worrying about getting injured was simply something she wasn't used to. "I-I'm warning you!" Paying no heed to the voice in the room, Liv planted her right leg and used her left to kick the door near the handle. It only moved a little, but a second and finally a third kick had the door open enough. Olivia stepped back so Marcus and his gun could go first. A gurney partially blocked the door, evidently what the guy inside had used to block the door. On the floor was a decidedly unarmed male, bleeding from the left side of his abdomen. "Don't kill me!" Gauze and disinfectant lay on the ground near him, while he was holding a wad to his side. He wasn't dressed like the guards. Probably a member of the crew, but how much did he know about the kidnapping?
Jan 28th 2013
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2020 1:54 pm
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Brandon Russell
"Were we?" He asked, he'd just been looking for clothes and knew he wasn't going to be finding any with the full party since none of them would prioritise it. He was decided not to answer the blood question, he did it... had done it. He corrected himself internally, he wasn't going to be doing it anymore. "Alright, let's go." He checked the ransacked room over one last time and made his way over to the doorway, however as he reached the threshold he heard voices approaching. "Go and get my pass, I left it in my room... Why! It's not like it has full access to the ship. Why would you just leave it in your room?" He was mumbling to himself as he walked along. Brandon stepped backwards and pressed himself up against the wall then slid away from the door, while motioning for Alison to hide. "I wanted to shoot pirates." The owner of the voice was drawing closer, and Brandon pulled out the gun and readied himself. "I was personally recruited, they said 'Dwayne, we need you to lead us!' I should have stayed in that office with that idiot pen pusher." He was grumbling as he entered the room. "And pirates have already been here. Great." Brandon looked at Alison, gave her a nod then stepped out besides the guard. "Get on your knees, NOW!" He was a good distance away and still in the man's blindspot. Dwayne decided it wasn't worth playing games and complied, tossing his gun without having to be asked. "I saw you teleporting on deck, I'm not surprised you caught me unaware... Please don't kill me. I'll tell you whatever you want to know." Brandon looked at Alison, not expecting it to be that easy.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 7:38 pm
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Alison Valentine Alison hopped off the bed, ready to go with Brandon when a voice could be heard. Automatically her eyes sought him out. He motioned for her to hide. It seemed her more mischievous past was about to come in handy once more. Brandon had already claimed the spot behind the door - the most ideal place to be in Alison's opinion, so she took to hiding under the bed. In movies and shows, people always hid in closets or wardrobes. The problem was if you were found, there was no escape. If the voice that was coming looked under the bed, he'd have a job of catching her, even if outright escape wasn't as easy as behind the door. So Alison rolled under the bed.
She could see the bottom of the door swing open and a pair of boots appeared. Dwayne? She wrinkled up her nose. Who named their kid Dwayne? If it wasn't The Rock in those boots - highly unlikely - she was about to be very disappointed. A few steps forward and Brandon made his move. Definitely not The Rock, she decided as the man instantly gave up and offered all of his life secrets. In the next second, she popped up from under the bed. "You are a disgrace to the Dwayne name," She told the guard with a disapproving shake of her head. She didn't waste time in claiming the tossed gun for herself. She was in no hurry to use it, but if their positions had been reversed, she would have been looking for the first opening to grab it. Then again, this guy was a disgrace to the Dwayne name, so maybe she didn't need to worry. What did they need again? Oh yeah! "Where is the First Aid room?" She demanded.
Jan 28th 2013
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 7:40 pm
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