MatthiasAngel

Overgrown

Name: Amethyst "Amie" Jane
Gender: F
Age: 23
Pre-Apostate Occupation: College Student
Equipment: EVERLAST Kickboxing gloves, TASER StrikeLight (a flashlight combined with a stun gun) lightweight backpack (bottled water, granola bars, Zippo lighter, charge cable for StrikeLight, hand towel)
Personality: Cheerful, honest and optimistic.
History: (See Matt's history)
Other: She has seven years of kickboxing experience (three years in middle school, four in high school), making her fast and giving her plenty of endurance and stamina. However, she has no experience at all with handheld weapons, which includes metal bars, sticks, knives, poles, etc. limiting her to hand-to-hand combat alone (and throwing random objects if necessary).

Overgrown

Refugee, later today I'll make a character sheet for her so you know her personality and how she acts and reacts. I have not decided what happened to her yet, so hopefully this will help. Heck. Might just start an IC for her.

EDIT: Just read your post. She's not a thief. Smart, strong, compassionate. Willing to fight but never stoop low enough to steal from others. Maybe she broke into your place because she thought it was unoccupied, giving you a scare, hence the current distrust.

Some suggestions:
A. She broke on and took food without knowing someone alive was there. You later realized someone had
broken in and stolen from you (since you couldn't know it was unintentional).
B. She broke in and you caught her. Scared you a bit, hence the current nervousness, but she was honest and accepted only what you offered her, hence the current kindness.
C. She showed up and you were at the door or on the porch or whatnot. She introduced herself, asked for food, left on good terms.

Or make something up. Your character, your call. But she isn't dishonest and she doesn't steal. Although she might make am exception for the CoG...

Two-Man Army

Matt tapped the side of his helmet, answering Reggie's call. He was already on the bike, taking a longer route to the destination.

"Hey. I'm on the way. Gonna circle around and do a slow drive-by to check for immediate security. I'm about two minutes away, so I'll let you know what I see and where to pitch a tent." He gunned the motor, taking a sharp turn and heading for one street past the garage. Exactly two minutes later he passed the address.

The immediate impression was completely innocent. No visible threats of any kind, including cameras or fences. It was technically an auto repair building on the corner, with a sidewalk and several feet of grass between it and the pavement. It had a wide service entrance into a large two-car bay (currently open for business, with a white sedan on the lift and two mechanics checking the tires) and a small six-car parking lot on the side. This led into a large roll-up door (the service entrance, perhaps), along with a one-pane office door. Not a single thing was out of the ordinary.

Matt sighed. "It's an auto-repair garage. One car in service, but room for two. No guards, no fences, no cameras, nothing. I didn't get a good look at the mechanics but they're unarmed, not surprisingly. I dunno. This place is too...visible. Exposed. No room for error."

He ran it over in his head. Bad place for a meeting. Good place for a quick escape. Bad for guns, good for an alibi. It had the looks of another dead-end, but it was better than nothing and Matt wasn't about to let an opportunity slip by. He had passed the building once and was circling around for another pass. If he drove by too many times, he would look suspicious. He needed an alibi of some kind. An idea struck him.

"I'm going in. Gonna fake the need for an auto repair and give the place a look, then bail."

He pulled into a nearby alley and turned the bike off. Moving quickly, he removed the cap from the tire valve in his front wheel and pressed the valve in, rapidly deflating the tire. He waited until it was almost drained, then restarted the bike and pulled it into the garage.

"Excuse me! Do you guys work on bikes? I just got a flat tire."

Overgrown

Including the GM,

Players Accepted: 10
Players who have posted only once IC: 3 (Marshal, Piqsy, HellGirl)
Players who have not posted: 2 (BigPapa, Incredible John)

I can accept working with five people if the four AFK players drop out. That's still enough for a good story.

Overgrown

I'm active. Waiting on Swarley to post.

Elysium

"I only have one lead. His name is Seth and he's an old friend from high school. He was studying medicine and biology and was going for a four-year medical degree in a university. Smart guy. Straight A's. Maybe he can help." Matt tapped his belt, making sure the syringe was still there. "Hope I can find him. If he's still in school, we should be able to track him down at the university."

He glanced at Freya. "If you have a better plan, I'd love to hear it, because finding Seth and asking him to cure me isn't all that promising, because I honestly don't even know where this bus is going. Did you happen to see the route?"

Two-Man Army

Matt went through his equipment in his mind. He wasn't going to need everything this time. Just some basics. He jerked his boots and fingerless gloves on, along with a jacket and lower facemask, then opened the kit drawer. Knife, baton, lockpick kit, headset...that was probably enough. He shoved the drawer closed, tightened his belt and stretched, returning quickly to the main room.

"Small garage a few miles away, 4th and Westbrook. Chief says they've been getting a lot of tips on that place but the most recent 'inspection' a week ago was a dud. Rumors are still hot, though, so we're going to go stake it out and have a look around while we're at it." He grabbed the KSG shotgun from the rack and began loading one tube with rubber buckshot.

"Might not even have opposition. I'm travelling light. Gonna put the guns in a messenger bag and take my bike," he added, picking up his tactical leg holster with his sidearm and a spare mag. He filled the second tube with slugs (good for emergency exits) and tossed it, and the holstered sidearm, into a black shoulder bag and slinging it over his shoulder. His helmet was with the bike, both hidden in the alley on the other side of the apartment. He would take the emergency exit ladders to reach it. Matt tapped his pocket to make sure the keys were there and headed for the door.

"Lemme know when you're ready. And try to be discreet!" he called, opening the door and moving quickly towards the bike.

Two-Man Army

Matt watched Reggie leave, paused a moment, then closed the baton. It probably wasn't worth pointing out that you cannot practice with a baton at a gym, but it would just irritate the other man further. He shrugged it off, as usual, and slid the baton into his belt rather than the the desk. He was considering bringing it for the next mission. If there was one. Reggie would be the first to snap if one of them did, since Matt managed to take most of life's difficulties and roll them off his shoulders, whereas Reggie seemed to never forget anything. He smirked briefly at the idea of other tenants demanding that they leave. That was certainly not going to happen.

Then again, he wouldn't mind a little more space. Maybe an actual garage for the bike. A personal workout room with soundproof padding. A telephone that didn't make as much noise as their current one did. He flinched. There was probably a way to change their phone's ringtone but he hadn't gotten around to figuring out-

The phone was ringing!

Matt forced his door open and slid across the floor, scooping the phone from the table receiver, turning, sitting on the table and crossing his all in one motion.

"Kilo," he said with a brief smile, as though the listener could see him. "We're open 24/7 and today we're charging half-price, although I'm still going to need to see some ID."

The man on the other end sighed. He still wasn't used to this. "Hello Kilo. This is the chief."

"Heyyy!" Matt said in a lazy voice. "Where ya been, buddy? It's been a while."

"Busy. Straighten up, Matt. You've finally got work to do."

Matt tilted his head, listening to the chief explain the details. He nodded several times and ended with a salute to no one. "You got it, Chief. Call me again sometime, okay?"

He dropped the phone back into the receiver and headed for his room to grab his kit. "Hey, Reggie," he called out through his door. "Suit up. We've got work to do."

Overgrown

Quick sketch of Sarah.

Overgrown

I'm going to wait for several people to post, actually. I don't want the story line to advance too far with only four people.