ONE FINAL LEFT.
Also, can you post a little more than one paragraph? Two minimum? It's easier to reply when I have more to work with. As of right now, the only thing that happened was the woman saying one line of dialogue. I'd like to know what Freya is thinking. Some kind of character development?
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Hi. I'm Matt. You could say I'm a Case of Identity...
1. The Important Stuff: Faith and salvation
I am a Christian. I believe the KJV Bible and that God is real, Jesus died for me, Jesus rose again and offered salvation to the world. Heaven is real, Hell is hot and the only escape is Christ. I accepted salvation the only way you can: by admitting I was a sinner (and I still am), believing that Jesus died for me and rose again, and calling on Him to save me. Anyone can do it anytime and be granted eternal life.
"Matt, why are you saying all of this?" you ask.
Because last time I was here, I did a crap job of establishing that and just tried to 'fit in.' I'm going to add a little more of this to my characters and to my signature, because it's the right thing to do and because there's freedom on these kinds of sites. Not to an extent that interrupts/derails the story, though. Your game, your rules.
2. The Actual Bio:
Hi guys. I'm Matthias Emmanuel Angel, I'm 24, and this is where I spend time when I'm not doing other things (church, homework, studying, video games).
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What I like:
-Landscape Management (my major)
-Guitar (over a decade of experience and not much to show for it)
-PC Games (gave up on Xbox, no regrets)
-RPGs (I play them too often though)
-Water instead of soda (oooo look at how healthy I am)
-Google SketchUp (awesome 3D models, free download)
-The number 23 (it's the best number)
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What I don't like:
-Profanity (especially when it's just filler in comedy)
-Lewd content and porn (and anyone bragging about it)
-Gory movies (how are they going to get butchered this time?)
-Jerks (you aren't a jerk, are you?)
-Insects (kill them all)
-Dying in video games (and forgetting to save)
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I realize, of course, that this site doesn't have limits on profanity of lewd content. No worries. I'll work around it, and won't join up with RPs rated 18+. If you feel like it will be a problem, let me know BEFORE the RP starts.
3. Other Internet Presence:
You can find me in a couple other places.
Armor Games: MattEmAngel
Steam: club_blizzy
...and Comments here, of course.
See you in another world.
-Matt
1. The Important Stuff: Faith and salvation
I am a Christian. I believe the KJV Bible and that God is real, Jesus died for me, Jesus rose again and offered salvation to the world. Heaven is real, Hell is hot and the only escape is Christ. I accepted salvation the only way you can: by admitting I was a sinner (and I still am), believing that Jesus died for me and rose again, and calling on Him to save me. Anyone can do it anytime and be granted eternal life.
"Matt, why are you saying all of this?" you ask.
Because last time I was here, I did a crap job of establishing that and just tried to 'fit in.' I'm going to add a little more of this to my characters and to my signature, because it's the right thing to do and because there's freedom on these kinds of sites. Not to an extent that interrupts/derails the story, though. Your game, your rules.
2. The Actual Bio:
Hi guys. I'm Matthias Emmanuel Angel, I'm 24, and this is where I spend time when I'm not doing other things (church, homework, studying, video games).
///
What I like:
-Landscape Management (my major)
-Guitar (over a decade of experience and not much to show for it)
-PC Games (gave up on Xbox, no regrets)
-RPGs (I play them too often though)
-Water instead of soda (oooo look at how healthy I am)
-Google SketchUp (awesome 3D models, free download)
-The number 23 (it's the best number)
///
What I don't like:
-Profanity (especially when it's just filler in comedy)
-Lewd content and porn (and anyone bragging about it)
-Gory movies (how are they going to get butchered this time?)
-Jerks (you aren't a jerk, are you?)
-Insects (kill them all)
-Dying in video games (and forgetting to save)
///
I realize, of course, that this site doesn't have limits on profanity of lewd content. No worries. I'll work around it, and won't join up with RPs rated 18+. If you feel like it will be a problem, let me know BEFORE the RP starts.
3. Other Internet Presence:
You can find me in a couple other places.
Armor Games: MattEmAngel
Steam: club_blizzy
...and Comments here, of course.
See you in another world.
-Matt
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
1. How big are the apartments?
2. Why would I fight someone in their apartment? I would be guaranteed to lose.
3. Is there some life goal here, or do we just sit in apartments all day?
4. Is this based on Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends?
2. Why would I fight someone in their apartment? I would be guaranteed to lose.
3. Is there some life goal here, or do we just sit in apartments all day?
4. Is this based on Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends?
Matt rubbed his head. He was getting too worked up. Less drama, more moving. Selfish, eh? Well they could all just be selfish together then. She had a point, though. If she hadn't been helpful, or if she had fought them, he would have made a run for it. He felt a twinge of guilt. As desperate as things were, he should know better. Knowing someone's life is in your hands and then walking away was no longer an option. It never should have been.
He watched the halls as they hurried forward. Matt had finally run out of ideas, besides the needle in his belt, and was hoping that one of the two women had something in mind. The sound of boots was starting to fade slightly but it was clear that they wouldn't be able to outrun their pursuers if it came to a sprint. He reminded himself that there were cameras everywhere. Hopping through the front entrance to freedom wasn't going to happen. He sighed quietly in frustration and followed on. The woman was no longer hiding things from them. At least he could trust her.
He watched the halls as they hurried forward. Matt had finally run out of ideas, besides the needle in his belt, and was hoping that one of the two women had something in mind. The sound of boots was starting to fade slightly but it was clear that they wouldn't be able to outrun their pursuers if it came to a sprint. He reminded himself that there were cameras everywhere. Hopping through the front entrance to freedom wasn't going to happen. He sighed quietly in frustration and followed on. The woman was no longer hiding things from them. At least he could trust her.
Matt stopped and considered the woman's choice of words. It was true. He hadn't given her any credit or time to breathe. He hadn't considered that she was expecting, but then again how would he have known? Either way, she had a point. Until he and Freya showed up, the woman's career was secure, her life was safe (more or less) and she was being treated rather well, given the size of her office.
There was just one problem. Her argument would have been solid had the two of them chosen to participate in the test. True, they hadn't cared about her, but she hadn't cared about them either. In fact, as part of the corporation, she had given them even less sympathy or bothered to "wonder about what harm her actions would cause to others."
He took a deep breath, well aware that time was ticking, and responded in a steady, yet sharp, voice. "You do realize the same applies to you, right? From the moment we woke up, you haven't given one about us either. Considering how excited you were to see us awake, confused and afraid of death, you haven't showed any signs of caring about what harm YOUR actions would cause, as long as YOU were safe." He pointed a finger at her. "You knew from the moment we woke up that both of us were going to die. You even helped with the procedure, considering the information in your file cabinet. I don't know what your job entails, but I'm fairly certain it involves sitting in a comfortable chair at a desk while your company attacks, kidnaps and murders people. People like me.
"So now you know how we feel, I suppose. How everyone else felt. Now you get to run and hope you don't die and realize that people really don't care. You think you're tired? I have a busted head and the only thing keeping me conscious is painkillers. So-" he stopped and turned his head. He heard boots. Several pairs of boots. The scientist had to make a life or death choice, and she had to make it now.
"I'm sorry, okay? I know that probably doesn't mean much to you, but I am. I'm sorry you're in this mess, I'm sorry we've been so hard on you, but face it. You're not the only one who doesn't want to die."
There was just one problem. Her argument would have been solid had the two of them chosen to participate in the test. True, they hadn't cared about her, but she hadn't cared about them either. In fact, as part of the corporation, she had given them even less sympathy or bothered to "wonder about what harm her actions would cause to others."
He took a deep breath, well aware that time was ticking, and responded in a steady, yet sharp, voice. "You do realize the same applies to you, right? From the moment we woke up, you haven't given one about us either. Considering how excited you were to see us awake, confused and afraid of death, you haven't showed any signs of caring about what harm YOUR actions would cause, as long as YOU were safe." He pointed a finger at her. "You knew from the moment we woke up that both of us were going to die. You even helped with the procedure, considering the information in your file cabinet. I don't know what your job entails, but I'm fairly certain it involves sitting in a comfortable chair at a desk while your company attacks, kidnaps and murders people. People like me.
"So now you know how we feel, I suppose. How everyone else felt. Now you get to run and hope you don't die and realize that people really don't care. You think you're tired? I have a busted head and the only thing keeping me conscious is painkillers. So-" he stopped and turned his head. He heard boots. Several pairs of boots. The scientist had to make a life or death choice, and she had to make it now.
"I'm sorry, okay? I know that probably doesn't mean much to you, but I am. I'm sorry you're in this mess, I'm sorry we've been so hard on you, but face it. You're not the only one who doesn't want to die."
BOOT THIS THING ALREADY.
I'm finally back! Hah sorry for the extensive wait. College is wrapping up and everything is due yesterday.
Matt grabbed the woman's arm again, feigning aggression and quietly hoping it still looked convincing. Something told him it didn't matter. The man who had burst into the room hadn't bothered to ask questions or attempt to rescue her. It was likely that she wouldn't be getting her job back. He pitied her, really. She hadn't even had time to clean the blood from her face after the beating Freya gave her. She looked exhausted and terrified. Matt hoped she was feigning it, but that was extremely unlikely now.
He wanted to stay behind and look for more information, but it didn't look like there was anything else to gather. The woman didn't know enough. Her employers weren't interested in negotiating. He had a blood sample and...wait. Matt turn and ran back into the room, jerking the file cabinet open and retrieving the file Freya had glimpsed over. He knew that this was going too far and decided to ahead and leave the building as fast as possible. He returned to the two women, squeezing the file under his left arm and grabbing the scientist's arm yet again.
"We're leaving. Now. Get us out of this building." Time was against him in every possible way but he had a file and he had a scientist. That was a good start. He nodded at Freya and the party hurried forward.
He wanted to stay behind and look for more information, but it didn't look like there was anything else to gather. The woman didn't know enough. Her employers weren't interested in negotiating. He had a blood sample and...wait. Matt turn and ran back into the room, jerking the file cabinet open and retrieving the file Freya had glimpsed over. He knew that this was going too far and decided to ahead and leave the building as fast as possible. He returned to the two women, squeezing the file under his left arm and grabbing the scientist's arm yet again.
"We're leaving. Now. Get us out of this building." Time was against him in every possible way but he had a file and he had a scientist. That was a good start. He nodded at Freya and the party hurried forward.
Sorry. I have a few large tests coming up. I'll post a reply Monday evening at the soonest.
I KNOW RIGHT.
Matt was vaguely aware that the scientist was speaking. He had located the drawer of equipment for patients after blood drawing: band-aids, cotton patches and hydrogen peroxide. He cleaned up the tiny hole in his arm and sealed a band-aid over it. Satisfied, he examined the two small syringes, now full of blood. Somewhere inside that tiny plastic cylinder was the most dangerous substance he had ever encountered and he couldn't even see it. Matt picked up one of the test tubes, drained the syringe's contents into it and twisted a plastic cap over it. He disregarded the second test tube and decided to instead put a cap over the second needle tip and leave it as it was.
Checking off the last few boxes on his mental list, Matt grabbed a small bottle of aspirin and slid them into a jacket pocket along with the test tube of blood. He looked up just in time to watch the door be violently removed from its hinges. A large, muscular man stepped confidently into the room. He almost looked like he was smiling. Matt swallowed hard and rotated the needle in his hand, holding it point-down slightly behind his back. This was his Plan B: infect someone else with the virus in his own blood. It would be the least painful and most effective method of getting whatever he wanted, and the syringe contained enough blood to be used on more than one person. The idea of deliberately injecting someone with a lethal virus made him nauseous, but desperate times...
He was snapped back to reality by a gunshot. The sound echoed through the room, momentarily deafening him. Matt grabbed his ears, being careful not to jab himself with the needle, and looked around. Freya had just shot the man in the leg. Where did she get a gun? Matt examined the wounded man and saw an empty holster on his hip. Well. That was an even more effective negotiation tool. The words "I suggest we leave right now" somehow made it to his brain and he nodded, placing a plastic cap over the end of the needle to keep it from poking him. He waited until he was under the door, between cameras, before sliding it into the back of his belt. Hopefully whoever was watching hadn't noticed.
Checking off the last few boxes on his mental list, Matt grabbed a small bottle of aspirin and slid them into a jacket pocket along with the test tube of blood. He looked up just in time to watch the door be violently removed from its hinges. A large, muscular man stepped confidently into the room. He almost looked like he was smiling. Matt swallowed hard and rotated the needle in his hand, holding it point-down slightly behind his back. This was his Plan B: infect someone else with the virus in his own blood. It would be the least painful and most effective method of getting whatever he wanted, and the syringe contained enough blood to be used on more than one person. The idea of deliberately injecting someone with a lethal virus made him nauseous, but desperate times...
He was snapped back to reality by a gunshot. The sound echoed through the room, momentarily deafening him. Matt grabbed his ears, being careful not to jab himself with the needle, and looked around. Freya had just shot the man in the leg. Where did she get a gun? Matt examined the wounded man and saw an empty holster on his hip. Well. That was an even more effective negotiation tool. The words "I suggest we leave right now" somehow made it to his brain and he nodded, placing a plastic cap over the end of the needle to keep it from poking him. He waited until he was under the door, between cameras, before sliding it into the back of his belt. Hopefully whoever was watching hadn't noticed.
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