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*twiddles thumbs* Sooo...
I'm still a little ahead of most of you, so I'm gonna hold off on my next post for a while and let y'all catch up lol
Also, in case you didn't notice, Darkwolfsoul010, the business owner I referred to was Kathrine. Matthew's coming for her!
Also, in case you didn't notice, Darkwolfsoul010, the business owner I referred to was Kathrine. Matthew's coming for her!
I actually got this idea from a RP I was in like a year ago before the big site malfunction thing. It was a Death Note RP where we had to figure out who Kira was. I also put in a couple of my own ideas to improve upon it :) That Harper's Island show sounds interesting though. I might just have to check it out
No one said we all started on the same day :P I could have started on Oct 26 and you on Oct 27. If you were planning to start on the same day, it doesn't matter too much. I was planning to wait a little before posting again. Just as long as you don't go off on a long tangent that holds everybody up, you should be fine
Some of them are. It depends on what the Reaper's job is. Usually the guards are not (as strange as that sounds), but they can call the ones that are whenever they need to. Guards mostly just do firsthand spying to try to catch things the cameras might have missed. The armed Reapers are the ones that carry out abductions, and even they don't have very advanced weapons. They might have a billy club or a small gun like a pistol. They also carry cuffs in case of resistance.
Accepted :)
Pascal: Avery and Abigail are accepted
Pascal said
I have two civilians I am working on, half-brother and sister. Just got home, but at least was brainstorming while I drove. I should have character sheets up in 1-2 hours...depending on when I get my kitty off of my lap.
Great! If we can get maybe one more person, I'll start working on the IC. I've already come up with plenty of plot twists and other such things to make it more interesting.
OOC hint: not everything in the RP description is truthful ;)
That's all you get... [insert cheesy evil laugh here]
Matthew started off his morning in his usual uninteresting way. He had a stale bagel with margarine and a cup of coffee (at least, that's what it was supposed to be). He dressed himself in a white button-up shirt and black slacks. It would have been halfway dressy, if the clothes weren't covered in old patches and numerous small tears from repeated use. Beta stores weren't provided many new clothes, and the ones they had were ridiculously expensive. Matthew settled for buying from the used stock so he could save his money for more important purchases.
Matthew exited his apartment and walked down to the train station to head off to work. He had to work a bit harder to keep his facial expression even because of his excitement for the assignment he was given to carry out today. Even as he stood waiting for the train, being swarmed by the oncoming crowd of other Betas who also worked for the Information Departments, he was scheming; plotting out how he would slip off to the Omega Quarters without drawing suspicion to himself.
Matthew habitually flashed his ID to the Reaper at the train door before getting on board. His demeanor betrayed nothing to the guard. If he was right and the Insurgency leaders finally did have a plan to share, he wouldn't need to worry about the secretive security force for much longer. No one would. Soon, they would all be free. He had to stifle the corners of his mouth as they threatened to reveal his hidden smile.
Just a little longer.
With that thought in mind, Matthew found his work for the Golden State far less tedious. He felt less guilt as he stamped his approval on manuscripts full of deceit, and even offered a coworker a friendly smile when their eyes accidentally met across the room. It was a dangerous move, and the other Beta raised his eyebrows in shock, his eyes darting to the nearest Reaper to see if she had noticed. The rest of the day went by in a flash, and he was almost surprised to hear the thundering buzz signaling the end of his shift. It was 16:00. Matthew's heart sped up.
This is it.
By now, Matthew had his plan all figured out. He walked down to the train station, as per usual, and boarded with the other Betas. However when it got to his stop, he didn't get off. One of the Reapers gave him a questioning look, but Matthew was prepared. He had thought up a valid excuse for his actions that would quell their skepticism as long as he didn't dawdle in Omega territory. The Reaper approached him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I have an urgent assignment from Alpha Linville," Matthew replied coolly, meeting the Reaper's steady gaze. Under normal circumstances he would never do such a thing, but he had to make the guard believe him.
"What assignment?" the Reaper's tone held unrestrained cynicism.
"There was a printing error in the New Information Department," Matthew didn't miss a beat. "A manuscript slipped through screening and ten copies got out before we noticed. According to our shipment records they ended up at an Omega shop, and Alpha Linville assigned the duty to me to collect them."
The Reaper studied Matthew cautiously. It wasn't a likely excuse, but it was believable. Such accidents had occurred in the past. After a moment, the Reaper nodded and gave the Omega conductor a signal to move along. Matthew let out his breath in a long exhale of relief. He had managed to carry out the first part of his plan. Now he just had to hope the Reapers didn't try to contact Linville to verify the printing error.
Luckily it appeared they didn't. The train rolled to a stop in the Omega station, and Matthew got off. The Reapers informed him that the next train would come by at 19:00, and they would be waiting for him on it. What they didn't say was that they would find and kill him if he was late, but Matthew already knew that. He looked around the station. It was eerily quiet. Very few Omegas had permission to board a train, so the tracks only ran this far because of occasional upper caste business. He glanced at his watch. 16:30. He had two-and-a-half hours to find this Omega proprietor, convince him or her to join the Insurgency, and get back to the station.
Let's hope this guy is reasonable.
Matthew exited his apartment and walked down to the train station to head off to work. He had to work a bit harder to keep his facial expression even because of his excitement for the assignment he was given to carry out today. Even as he stood waiting for the train, being swarmed by the oncoming crowd of other Betas who also worked for the Information Departments, he was scheming; plotting out how he would slip off to the Omega Quarters without drawing suspicion to himself.
Matthew habitually flashed his ID to the Reaper at the train door before getting on board. His demeanor betrayed nothing to the guard. If he was right and the Insurgency leaders finally did have a plan to share, he wouldn't need to worry about the secretive security force for much longer. No one would. Soon, they would all be free. He had to stifle the corners of his mouth as they threatened to reveal his hidden smile.
Just a little longer.
With that thought in mind, Matthew found his work for the Golden State far less tedious. He felt less guilt as he stamped his approval on manuscripts full of deceit, and even offered a coworker a friendly smile when their eyes accidentally met across the room. It was a dangerous move, and the other Beta raised his eyebrows in shock, his eyes darting to the nearest Reaper to see if she had noticed. The rest of the day went by in a flash, and he was almost surprised to hear the thundering buzz signaling the end of his shift. It was 16:00. Matthew's heart sped up.
This is it.
By now, Matthew had his plan all figured out. He walked down to the train station, as per usual, and boarded with the other Betas. However when it got to his stop, he didn't get off. One of the Reapers gave him a questioning look, but Matthew was prepared. He had thought up a valid excuse for his actions that would quell their skepticism as long as he didn't dawdle in Omega territory. The Reaper approached him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I have an urgent assignment from Alpha Linville," Matthew replied coolly, meeting the Reaper's steady gaze. Under normal circumstances he would never do such a thing, but he had to make the guard believe him.
"What assignment?" the Reaper's tone held unrestrained cynicism.
"There was a printing error in the New Information Department," Matthew didn't miss a beat. "A manuscript slipped through screening and ten copies got out before we noticed. According to our shipment records they ended up at an Omega shop, and Alpha Linville assigned the duty to me to collect them."
The Reaper studied Matthew cautiously. It wasn't a likely excuse, but it was believable. Such accidents had occurred in the past. After a moment, the Reaper nodded and gave the Omega conductor a signal to move along. Matthew let out his breath in a long exhale of relief. He had managed to carry out the first part of his plan. Now he just had to hope the Reapers didn't try to contact Linville to verify the printing error.
Luckily it appeared they didn't. The train rolled to a stop in the Omega station, and Matthew got off. The Reapers informed him that the next train would come by at 19:00, and they would be waiting for him on it. What they didn't say was that they would find and kill him if he was late, but Matthew already knew that. He looked around the station. It was eerily quiet. Very few Omegas had permission to board a train, so the tracks only ran this far because of occasional upper caste business. He glanced at his watch. 16:30. He had two-and-a-half hours to find this Omega proprietor, convince him or her to join the Insurgency, and get back to the station.
Let's hope this guy is reasonable.
Heyitsjiwon: Good character. I'd like to give you the same advice I gave Enigma. In the State, there is no promotion. You are stuck with the job you are assigned (not including how James became a Reaper). A couple things that don't seem to follow this:
Perhaps his parents could be high-level employees. I wouldn't use the word "professor" though, since it implies the kind of scholarly person that the State avoids producing.
You could combine the subjects into the history of law, but generally you wouldn't find a person working two jobs like that. James's association with the Reapers while keeping his job is fine though. I like how he goes undercover like that lol
Once these two things are adjusted, I'll accept your character :)
Heyitsjiwon said Born to parents who worked in the Information Departments and eventually became government approved "professors"...
Perhaps his parents could be high-level employees. I wouldn't use the word "professor" though, since it implies the kind of scholarly person that the State avoids producing.
Heyitsjiwon said The government took this to be a sign of James' great potential as a loyal, duty-bound citizen. At the age of 18, he was working double shifts. They were both in the Old Information Department, but he specialized in two subjects, history, and law.
You could combine the subjects into the history of law, but generally you wouldn't find a person working two jobs like that. James's association with the Reapers while keeping his job is fine though. I like how he goes undercover like that lol
Once these two things are adjusted, I'll accept your character :)
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