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It's no problem at all - we've only been going for a day now and about half still have to make their entrance.
Tyrant from the West said
Sorry to bother ya guys about this, but what would a good startin point be for me to jump in? Any locations in particular that i could possibly use?
Any at all but most people have gone for areas in New York simply because of their proximity to Brooklyn, I would guess. If you're unsure you could start off in Brooklyn - Wolverbells' and my characters are close to the 'goal'.
Rockaway Avenue Station, 21:30
The subway was mercifully quiet although that was to be expected at such a late time; Brooklyn was hardly a place many people wanted to stop off at these days anyway. Julius sat with his laptop bag placed firmly on his lap, a pair of new reading glasses rested awkwardly on his nose (he had yet to get used to wearing the damn things), and waited for his stop. He had come to recognise various parts of the city over the past six years his family had been in the US but this area of town was one he had become acutely familiar with over the past couple of months.
When the station was announced he put away his reading glasses in a protective case, slim enough to fit easily in his pocket, and swung the rucksack over his shoulder. A few people had thrown glances his way but that was to be expected; he was young enough to be an Unnatural so everyone would be suspicious of him but his calm and mild demeanor and apparently relaxed state would assuage most peoples' fears. Not for a pair of men in suits who everyone stayed clear of, it would seem.
They had kept an unsubtle eye on him the entire journey since he had gotten on the subway and now they rushed to exit by a different door when he left the carriage. Following at what they probably thought was a discrete distance, the two followed Julius as the boy made his way out of the station. He tried as hard as he could to disguise his slight limp but with such scrutiny it was unlikely to go unnoticed. As soon as they were out of the station the two men closed the distance quickly, one of them jamming a gun into Julius' side and leaning in closely.
"Turn around slowly. We need to verify your identity." Julius did as he was ordered, his arms raised to show he was complying, and turned around so that the two men could compare his appearance to that of the image they had been given. The closest one looked to his companion who held the image and received a nod in return. "You're under arrest for crimes against the state, Julius Ragnarson. Turn around so we can 'cuff you."
Julius just smiled as a vortex of air he had been collecting above them quietly smashed down into the two men, crushing them into the ground with so much force their joints had no chance to flex; shattering their femurs, spines and most of the other vertically aligned bones in their bodies. Bending down, Julius carefully retrieved weapons and spare ammunition from both men and slid one gun into his bag with the spare clips, the remaining gun fastened to his waist by his belt. Barely had he left before a cry of alarm went up as the two unconscious men were found but he forced himself to walk rather than run through the stinging rain so as not to appear suspicious.
So focussed on going unnoticed he nearly missed her in the surrounding panic and he had to get out his glasses to make out her face properly before calling out to her.
"Mari! Over here, quick." He gestured when the young woman turned at the sound of his voice and retreated out of immediate sight into one of the run down alleyways that could be found all over the area. He saw the handcuffs on her hands and gestured at them, trying to stop the rain on his glasses obstructing his vision. "I thought you were out of the country? You chose a really bad time to come back. Let me see if I can get these off."
The subway was mercifully quiet although that was to be expected at such a late time; Brooklyn was hardly a place many people wanted to stop off at these days anyway. Julius sat with his laptop bag placed firmly on his lap, a pair of new reading glasses rested awkwardly on his nose (he had yet to get used to wearing the damn things), and waited for his stop. He had come to recognise various parts of the city over the past six years his family had been in the US but this area of town was one he had become acutely familiar with over the past couple of months.
When the station was announced he put away his reading glasses in a protective case, slim enough to fit easily in his pocket, and swung the rucksack over his shoulder. A few people had thrown glances his way but that was to be expected; he was young enough to be an Unnatural so everyone would be suspicious of him but his calm and mild demeanor and apparently relaxed state would assuage most peoples' fears. Not for a pair of men in suits who everyone stayed clear of, it would seem.
They had kept an unsubtle eye on him the entire journey since he had gotten on the subway and now they rushed to exit by a different door when he left the carriage. Following at what they probably thought was a discrete distance, the two followed Julius as the boy made his way out of the station. He tried as hard as he could to disguise his slight limp but with such scrutiny it was unlikely to go unnoticed. As soon as they were out of the station the two men closed the distance quickly, one of them jamming a gun into Julius' side and leaning in closely.
"Turn around slowly. We need to verify your identity." Julius did as he was ordered, his arms raised to show he was complying, and turned around so that the two men could compare his appearance to that of the image they had been given. The closest one looked to his companion who held the image and received a nod in return. "You're under arrest for crimes against the state, Julius Ragnarson. Turn around so we can 'cuff you."
Julius just smiled as a vortex of air he had been collecting above them quietly smashed down into the two men, crushing them into the ground with so much force their joints had no chance to flex; shattering their femurs, spines and most of the other vertically aligned bones in their bodies. Bending down, Julius carefully retrieved weapons and spare ammunition from both men and slid one gun into his bag with the spare clips, the remaining gun fastened to his waist by his belt. Barely had he left before a cry of alarm went up as the two unconscious men were found but he forced himself to walk rather than run through the stinging rain so as not to appear suspicious.
So focussed on going unnoticed he nearly missed her in the surrounding panic and he had to get out his glasses to make out her face properly before calling out to her.
"Mari! Over here, quick." He gestured when the young woman turned at the sound of his voice and retreated out of immediate sight into one of the run down alleyways that could be found all over the area. He saw the handcuffs on her hands and gestured at them, trying to stop the rain on his glasses obstructing his vision. "I thought you were out of the country? You chose a really bad time to come back. Let me see if I can get these off."
Your CS looks absolutely fine to me, Ionion. Approved!
SillyGoy said
I assume people who have not been to New York suffer from a minor disadvantage of not knowing where anything is?
Google Maps is my best friend, currently. More great posts, nice going.
Also, one day we should revisit HoP and WoP. Memory Lane!
Good posts so far. I look forward to reading some more when I wake up in the morning. G'night for now.
TheHangedMan said
Well . . . maybe I exaggerated a little. He's not that bad in all honesty, but he's a little . . . extreme I guess? for Miriam's tastes.
Heh, my character starts out in a cemetary in queens. Gonna take awhile to get there xD
Also, for someone who isn't a native to America, it's funny how RP'ing has given me knowledge of how to commute to places I've never been! (like that one RP I had where the setting was in Afghanistan of all places . . . )
Same. My locations I just took from Castle, in all honesty.
Okay, IC is now up!
If anyone is unclear: getting to this building in Brooklyn is the first goal. How, when and why your characters find out about the meeting place and decided to go there is entirely up to you - I'm expecting most people's first posts to be a slightly more violent and desperate escape from the military than my character's!
A good character SillyGoy. Your powers could easily have been abused if you had not sufficiently weakened and limited them - I approve. I'll have to read through your history properly but from what I scanned through it seemed appropriate.
If anyone is unclear: getting to this building in Brooklyn is the first goal. How, when and why your characters find out about the meeting place and decided to go there is entirely up to you - I'm expecting most people's first posts to be a slightly more violent and desperate escape from the military than my character's!
A good character SillyGoy. Your powers could easily have been abused if you had not sufficiently weakened and limited them - I approve. I'll have to read through your history properly but from what I scanned through it seemed appropriate.
Brooklyn
Every street in New York bore the scars of the Civil War, some burnt out remnants of tanks and civilian vehicles still abandoned on the sides of roads or embedded in buildings; just waiting for the official salvage crews to show up and take away the carcasses. Anything of value or use from the wreckage had long since been taken and no police force was brave enough to stop a few petty crimes in Brooklyn now; the improvement of recent decades had been slashed by the ongoing conflict between Unnaturals and the government. Now, at least, the conflict had been forced underground with the military and National Guard deployed alongside normal forces. Still, Brooklyn was a good place to disappear with enough gangs and cartels based in the area to scare off any pursuers.
An abandoned, heavily damaged apartment block on the edge of the intensely criminal areas goes unnoticed; just another victim of the Civil War with too much damage for the building to be occupied by anyone but squatters. It was the kind of place that was so often inhabited by small groups of the homeless or refugees that the police never paid the place any attention; once every few months they might have entered to throw out those inside just to show they were still doing their jobs if it were not for the more pressing matters at hand. Hundreds of buildings had suffered similar fates and no one had the time or compulsion to move a few homeless out of a decrepit building so that they could move into the one next to it or return in a few days' time.
This building has become a place for fugitive Unnaturals to gather and form groups for safety. The area is too dangerous for the government to intervene and is just out of reach of the larger crime cartels making it a safe haven. Sympathisers across the country direct Unnaturals on the run here in the hope that they will join others and evade both extremes of the conflict.
Ragnarson's House, White Plains. 07:00
It was still dark outside, although that was hardly surprising for late Autumn. Street lamps cast their eerie orange glow onto the silent neighbourhood; those who worked in the city had already left in a vain attempt to avoid rush hour traffic or the crush on the train. One of the detached houses had a single light on downstairs while many others remained dark; children were not awake yet unless they too had to travel into the city; as a blond young man sat at granite breakfast bar. A laptop and a few files were slightly to his right, within easy reach, while his simple breakfast of toast and a mug of tea was directly before him.
It still felt odd to Julius; sitting in his father's house with no one but himself there. Allister had gone to Britain as an 'envoy' to represent the American Empowered but they were so split into factions she could hardly speak for anyone now. The British Guardians, an organised and accepted military division made up entirely of Empowered, had helped them during the Civil War but had been wisely told to stay out of the conflict that was spreading across the US and much of the world. Julius still tried, with dwindling hope, to influence the current administration to create a dialogue with other Empowered leaders but he could sense the tide had long since turned against them.
In fact, thanks to an Empowered ally, he knew that they were coming for him that day. Most would not be so lucky to have warning. He finished his meal and washed the dishes up, wondering when he could hope to return to the house; if there was anything to return to at the rate things were spiraling out of control; before shrugging on a long winter great coat and swinging the now packed laptop bag with its files and some clothing, onto his shoulder and exiting the house. There was a place he knew Empowered tended to gather and he began the journey into the city.
Barely twenty minutes after he had left the military broke into his house to find no trace of him at all. The chase was on.
Every street in New York bore the scars of the Civil War, some burnt out remnants of tanks and civilian vehicles still abandoned on the sides of roads or embedded in buildings; just waiting for the official salvage crews to show up and take away the carcasses. Anything of value or use from the wreckage had long since been taken and no police force was brave enough to stop a few petty crimes in Brooklyn now; the improvement of recent decades had been slashed by the ongoing conflict between Unnaturals and the government. Now, at least, the conflict had been forced underground with the military and National Guard deployed alongside normal forces. Still, Brooklyn was a good place to disappear with enough gangs and cartels based in the area to scare off any pursuers.
An abandoned, heavily damaged apartment block on the edge of the intensely criminal areas goes unnoticed; just another victim of the Civil War with too much damage for the building to be occupied by anyone but squatters. It was the kind of place that was so often inhabited by small groups of the homeless or refugees that the police never paid the place any attention; once every few months they might have entered to throw out those inside just to show they were still doing their jobs if it were not for the more pressing matters at hand. Hundreds of buildings had suffered similar fates and no one had the time or compulsion to move a few homeless out of a decrepit building so that they could move into the one next to it or return in a few days' time.
This building has become a place for fugitive Unnaturals to gather and form groups for safety. The area is too dangerous for the government to intervene and is just out of reach of the larger crime cartels making it a safe haven. Sympathisers across the country direct Unnaturals on the run here in the hope that they will join others and evade both extremes of the conflict.
Ragnarson's House, White Plains. 07:00
It was still dark outside, although that was hardly surprising for late Autumn. Street lamps cast their eerie orange glow onto the silent neighbourhood; those who worked in the city had already left in a vain attempt to avoid rush hour traffic or the crush on the train. One of the detached houses had a single light on downstairs while many others remained dark; children were not awake yet unless they too had to travel into the city; as a blond young man sat at granite breakfast bar. A laptop and a few files were slightly to his right, within easy reach, while his simple breakfast of toast and a mug of tea was directly before him.
It still felt odd to Julius; sitting in his father's house with no one but himself there. Allister had gone to Britain as an 'envoy' to represent the American Empowered but they were so split into factions she could hardly speak for anyone now. The British Guardians, an organised and accepted military division made up entirely of Empowered, had helped them during the Civil War but had been wisely told to stay out of the conflict that was spreading across the US and much of the world. Julius still tried, with dwindling hope, to influence the current administration to create a dialogue with other Empowered leaders but he could sense the tide had long since turned against them.
In fact, thanks to an Empowered ally, he knew that they were coming for him that day. Most would not be so lucky to have warning. He finished his meal and washed the dishes up, wondering when he could hope to return to the house; if there was anything to return to at the rate things were spiraling out of control; before shrugging on a long winter great coat and swinging the now packed laptop bag with its files and some clothing, onto his shoulder and exiting the house. There was a place he knew Empowered tended to gather and he began the journey into the city.
Barely twenty minutes after he had left the military broke into his house to find no trace of him at all. The chase was on.
wolverbells said
hahaha sure! Why not. ANnnnnnnnnnnddddddd I'm about to read over everything. I went out for a few drinks yesterday and knocked out completely when I got home. Give me a minute
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