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PostSubject: Sins Of The Father   Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:09 pm

It will be in Seattle and the way it looks and feels is like the movie blade runner. The rain the crowed streets the gritty feel of everything. Runners are there in the back ground. They don’t have there local bars everyone knows they hang out at. For the most part humans are on top of the food chain so to speak elfs have the most leeway of the metahumans .Dwarfs orcs and troll for the most part are not part of human high society. There are a few who earned there way up through a lot of money or violence or both. Obvious cyber wear is looked down on. On the street you will have no problem but going into a nice restaurant wont be happening unless you body guard. Walking around with big guns or swords sticking out in public is a big no no. the farther you get from down town the worst things get. Near the walls to the boarder are the are very dangerous to your health. Cops don’t go out there much unless there in force. The gangs make the laws out there for the most part. Most of the orcs and trolls population live out in these parts. Runners who work for themselves can call there own shots but supplies are harder to come by. The availability of these items (ammo guns etc etc) are harder to come by. Runners working for a Corporation do have it easier in that aspect and have a little more leeway with law enforcement. But they work for the Corp and your on there dime. You do what they want when they want it and if you get caught doing it they never heard of you. Mages are rare, technomancer are even less seen then mages. Technomancer’s are hunted by the public that fears them for what they can do, and by the corporations who want them for what they can do. A face is a must in this game unless all your going to be doing is running the streets doing low paying jobs. So if your looking for a shoot first and not ask questions later game you might not like this game. I am going to use a lot of pics on my post to help build my world so to flush out more what I am trying to describe to you, I would like to see and char who get into this game have a pic of what your char looks like as most as possible. I will need to get everything done like a game room and such but I wanted to find out if there are runners interested in this game.


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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:32 pm

Jazz walked down the street, hunkered down against the rain in her long coat. She wove in and out of the throngs of people, some rushing, some shuffling, on their business and about the city. - This is a city worth loving. She thought to herself, simply enjoying the feel of the city about her. The ebb and flow of traffic sounded almost like the city was breathing. The rain spattering against the buildings, sidewalks, and people, added the feel, sound, and smell, of the visceral fluid flowing through the city. Jazz held her hands out to both sides, touching people slightly as they passed, and enjoying being a part of this living breathing cityscape.
It was easy to waste hours for Jazz, just wandering the streets aimlessly. She never feared getting lost, or even wandering in to the wrong place. For the most part, there wasn't really any "wrong place" for her to end up. Pity the Gangers who put themselves in a position to impede her appreciation. She may go down, but more of them would. A lot more.
After some time, long enough for the rain to be travelling down her back in rivulets, soaking through her pants, and starting to travel down her legs, Jazz decided to stop at one of the Japanese noodle street vendors. Her normally spikey hair was wetted down into a neat, almost natural looking mat on her head. The light brown color darkened by the wet, and the grey shade of the clouds in the day. Her face was bare for all to see. It was neither pretty nor appreciable, but for the most part people tended to keep their distance, and avoid their normally racists calls of hatred in her direction. They saved those for the easier targets. The ones less likely to kill for the fun of it. The ones less likely to succeed.

She ordered a typical Japanese noodle dish from the vendor. She was fond of this particular vendor because the food was fresh. Really fresh. Like, you could actually look through the ruffling cloth on the back of the stall and see the young Japanese girls cutting the noodle dough. Then pulling it long, and looping it around their hands, over and over again, until it was the correct thickness. Then, once the noodle was done, they would drop it in some mystery-meat broth, enhanced by the bones of the most recently served meat at the restaurant around the corner, and cook it up with some Bok-Choi, baby corn, garlic, and tofu. When you got your bowl, it was likely made, from scratch, less than 20 minutes ago. And there was enough business coming around that they could afford to make-to-order their food. It was the way "fast food" was really supposed to be.
She sat on a recently vacated stool in front of the stall and looked up at the aged face of the grandfather running the shop. "Amituofo." She said, enjoying the irony of a Japanese man, selling Japanese food, who would prefer to speak in Cantonese when possible. He nodded in acknowledgement of her thanks, and quickly turned to the next customer. Jazz bent over her bowl of steaming and delicious smelling noodles, knowing that this food would turn out to be as good as any "authentic" Japanese food would be.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 10:35 am

I get to old for this Jonathan mumbles as he stands up and walks to the bathroom, holding his forehead. He switches the lights on and realizes the chaos arround him. Hmm need to clear up this place sometime...soon *itching the back of his head*. At the bathroom he looks at a distantly familiar face in the mirror, irritated by the faint red trail left from the red wine arround his lips. After he had a shower he dresses with the typical clothes, jeans and a single colored shirt (red this time).
The same procedure as every morning, Mr. Molman he mumbles as he opens the photo belonging to his fake SIN on the commlink. He concentrates on the muscles in the face area and begins to breathe steadily. Clothing his eyes he notices how the muscles and cartilage changes his facial features. A little more emphasis towards a square chin, smaller lips and eyelids. Afterwards he uses his melanin control abilites to give himself brighter colored hair and a pale skin color. Finally he arranges his short hair in a more suburban simple style.
Satisfied with his appearance he gets his black sports coat and his black leather shoes and walks out the door. Let's see what surprises lay ahead of me this day, but first: Breakfast he says as the anonymous mass on the streets swallows him.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:26 am

Over the next few day each receive a visit form a delivery man he walks up to you I have this for you and address you by your real name not your street name. From the look of shock you give him he smiles at you and hands you a yellow manila envelope and turns and disappears in the masses of people walking on the streets. on the envelope is a old style print reader. You have heard of these being used about 30 years ago if you tried to open the envelope with out deactivated it by letting it scan your print it would destroy the envelope. After looking around to make use that this was not some joke you press your thumb to the reader and the little red light turns green then fades. opening the envelope and pull out the contents you are a little taken back as you look at what appears to be a hand written note on real paper.Who the hell uses real paper or can even afford it..

Dear (your real name)
I am glad you decided to take a chance and open this and take the time to read this
I am approaching you I am in need of your talents and skills. if you are not interested
in the work I have to offer I understand. Now if you are interested in this job Please
meet at the Joy street subway station at midnight four days from now and wait. You
will know when the time is right to get on the train. If i deem you capable individual
you will receive a payment of 30k for the job I have for you.

Thank you for your time.


The letter was written in neat but shaky hand writing.Ok this has to be the strangest Mr. Johnson you have ever dealt with. But you do have to admirer his style

Think to yourself
Someone talking to you


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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:31 am

OOC: Please put quotation marks around your talking. Just changing the color is visually confusion from a literary sense.

Jazz takes her time eating her noodle soup, enjoying the textures and flavours. Slurping the noodles into her mouth, around her tusks. She enjoyes the "mystery meat" that comes with some of the spoonfulls. She enjoys crushing the tofu against the top of her mouth, and sucking the liquid out of it as it collapses under the pressure of her tongue. All too soon, however, Jazz completes her meal, and is forced to yield her chair to another customer. Standing up, grudgingly, and relinquishing her chair, Jazz turns herself back to the street, enjoying the last little bits of relative safety from the rain.
Jazz shivers somewhat, not from the cold, but from the somewhat sensual anticipation of the rain bathing her once again. Standing, just under the short canopy provided by the Japanese noodles stand, Jazz looks out at the street thronged with people. Umbrellas, long coats, all huddled against the rain, their collars up, and heads down. Jazz strides out onto the street, boldly accepting the rain, again returning to washing down her back, and wetting the back of her pants. The collar of her jacket was not folded up as the clothing she was wearing didn't need to be protected from the wet at this moment. Jazz returns to her somewhat aimless wandering through the crowd of people, enjoying the look, the feel, of the city living around her. Enjoying the meditative return to the embrace of the arms of the city, after the briefest respite in the stall of a Noddle maker.

Arriving home, Jazz closes the door and strips out of her clothing, leaving them in a wet steaming pile at the doorway. She makes her way into the kitchen, and flicks on the teapot, heating up some water to welcome her when she exits the shower. She continues through the kitchen to the tiny bathroom beyond. She had a hard time imagining how someone had managed to invent a bathroom where the shower encased the room, saving that extra bit of space. New technology was somewhat amazing, sometimes. The floor was special tread, so as to avoid being too slippery, even when wet. That way, the shower could be operated as soon as the bathroom door was closed. No need to have an extra enclosed space to save the water. The drain was in the middle of the bathroom.
Jazz turned on the water, enjoying the steaming hot water running down her body. Washing away the grime of the street, and the leftover cold wetness from the rain. She so enjoyed the rain, but she knew the dangers. The rain isn't clean. They say. Jazz doesn't care. The "Acid" in the rain could do it's worst; she loved it too much.
Soon the shower was over. Too soon. She reached up to the shelf above the splashing of the shower and pulled off a towel. She towelled off quickly, returning to the kitchen, and her now piping hot water, waiting to be poured into a cup with Tea Leaves. Jazz turns, once done, and flops down on her couch, turning on the flatvid TV located above her kitchen counter. Sometimes the low-life apartments were crowded in much too close. Jazz was looking forward to a couple of good Shadowruns to upgrade her lifestyle a bit. This was just not good.

After a bit of time wasted at the Flatvid, Jazz flipped on her Commlink and dialed her Fixer.
"Hey. Got 'nething? 'Gunna need some rent money in the next coupl'a weeks." She said, waiting for her Fixer to respond.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:50 am

As Jazz stares at her link waiting for a response there is a loud knock at her door.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:52 am

(Afternoon:)
Many Skins just stands behind his closed appartment door, still staring at the letter. "How the hell does this !"§&$ guy know my real name?" he thinks by himself. He walks over to the small kitchen unit and grabs a cool mineral water from the fridge, pushing aside the dirty dishes in the process. "Hmm ok, 30k is ..15 month rental payments. Whereever he knows my name from, that's enough to give it a try". He pockets the letter in a desk drawer.
So let's see what the news tell us these days *switching his commlink on and begins to surf the news nodes*
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 12:00 pm

Frowning, and wondering why she hadn't installed security cameras to watch her front door, Jazz picks up two of her pistols, and walks over to the door, safeties off. Jazz peers at the door apprehensively, one pistol in each hand, waiting for a moment to let her nerves settle before opening it. She stands to the side of the door, not the "traditional" behind. There is no guarantee that someone isn't about to come barrelling through the door, and she didn't want to be going down with the fall.
Opening the door, Jazz points her pistol out the door, and peers out over the barrel at whoever was waiting for her outside.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 12:06 pm

A delivery man stands in front of you. A little taken back with having a gun pointed at him.

OOC: see my second post.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 12:17 pm

OOC: Yeah, I'd seen it...

Jazz realizes that two guns might be a bit of overkill. She pulls back the barrel of her pistol, dropping the other one on the counter behind her, and opens the door fully to allow the Delivery-Man to give her whatever he had for her. She did not relinquish the first pistol, however.
She accepts the envelope, nods thanks to the man, and closes the door without waiting for him to leave. She also hangs up her 'link, not even considering that her Fixer may have answered her call yet.

She sits down in her kitchen, carfully laying the envelope down in her lap, and stares at it for long moments. After nothing exploded, and nothing moved in the envelope, she started to carefully examine it. First she sniffed at it. Detecting nothing out of the ordinary, she held it up against the light to see if she could see through it. Not really expecting anything, she realized that she couldn't, and shouldn't be able to. Then she started to pat the envelope, trying to feel for shapes within it.
After assuring herself that it was likely a bunch of papers, she grabbed a knife from the counter and slit the envelop open. She then repeated the above process as she examined the contents of the envelope. After a good 20-30 minutes of doing nothing but being cautious (which is why she is still alive, of course), Jazz finally examined the wording on the letter within the envelope, and decyphered the writing into a message, for some reason meant for her.
- Four days, huh? Well that will give me an uncommonly long period of "ramp up" time before I have to show up... Jazz thinks to herself, enjoying the feel of the fuzzy faux satin nighties she was wearing. The pants were comfortable, dry, and warm. The top was a zip up, and Jazz had it zipped all the way up. She stood up, setting the letter carefully on the couch-side table, trying to leave it somewhere she would see it, but that it would be out of the way in her cramped small apartment. She pulled out her Commlink to punch this in to the Calendar function.
- Ok, four days it is. She thought to herself, finishing inputting the date into her 'link's datebook.


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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 2:50 pm

Trix is sitting in his somewhat large one bedroom studio apartment. Doing some ajustments to his deck, When there is a knock on the door. Trix turns his head away from his work, and stands up and slowly makes his way to the door with his hand on one of his Ares Preditors. He slowly opens the door and see's a delivery guy standing out in the hallway."Can I help you?" he askes the delivery guy?
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 4:45 pm

After addressing you and gauging your reaction by calling you by your real name he hands you a envelope and leaves.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 5:32 pm

Trix takes the envelope and cloese the door still examining the envelope.He walks over to his desk and grabs his knife and slowly cuts the envelope open.He take about 15 to 20 minutes looking over the contents "This should be interesting 30k can get me some new hardware and programs for my deck." He walks over to the desk and sits back down and continues his work.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Thu Jul 22, 2010 7:19 pm

Sloe is sitting at his table, trying to watch some Trid Dramas, Turns to some Trid Reality Shows, then settles on the Odd Coven. Watching Shaman Oscar, scold Hermetic Felix for cleaning his space, he takes sips of some Sotol that he had brought with him from Texas.

Well this is the last of this unless I can make a connection with someone in Azzy land, sipping some more enjoying the complex favors and watching the breakdown of various chemicals and esters in the Sotol. Damn can not get any Tex Mex here unless I turn off the taste enhancements and the AR displays of the ingredients.

Turns his head as he hears someone coming down the hall, with a gait he has not heard before, reaches for his Ares Predator IV, unsafeties the pistol via his smartgun link, gets up and quietly walks over to his door. Places the weapon's smartgun camera up to the spy hole, while standing off to the lock side.

Watching a person he has never seen before come up to his door, he reads the targeting information coming in from the smartgun system and camera.

About the time the person is almost about to knock.

"Can I help you" he says thru the door. After hearing his real name being used, he puts the pistol down at his side and has the door unlocked and opened via the House System. He takes the envelope from the person and has the house system close the door.

Making sure the hallway is clear, and the locks are secured, goes over to his table with a glass of Sotol on it.

Lays the envelope down on the table top, looks if over carefully and then smells it, records the smells. Takes kitchen knife and carefully cuts the right end open on the envelope.. Using the knife opens the envelope and waffs the smells towards his face, again recording the smells.

Turns the envelope up letting the contents slide onto the table. Again using the knife opening the folded paper, once open visually scans the information there and digitizes it.

Reading the information in his AR display.

Hmm 4 days time to do some recon of the station and possible routes.

Sits down and starts watching the Odd Coven and sipping Sotol.

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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 3:28 am

Valentine was sitting on his old, familiar seat, at the old, familiar bar, washing down the day's troubles with an old, familiar bottle of whiskey. Of course, calling the stuff in his tumbler whiskey was doing it too much of a kindness; the liquid was barely organic. No matter how they tried to flavor it, no matter how much artificial flavoring they added to the synthahol, it never managed to taste like anything other than a bottle of paint thinner. Smelled the same too.

Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Between the chemical reek in his glass and the cloud of smoke filling the bar, of which he had added more than his share, it was almost enough to cover up the stink of days old vomit, body odor, and spilled liquor that permeated the place. Rakov, the old bartender, slopped at the mess on the old plastic counter in front of him, the servos in his cyberarm whining noisily. The man was human... or at least, he said he was. Truth be told, it'd take a genescan to tell for sure. His face was a leathery mass of wrinkles, grey stubble, and bushy brows over a huge, knotty potato of a nose. And heaven forbid he smiled; the sight of the steel caps on his teeth could cause children to cry and animals to go running with their tails between their legs.

The bar was like its owner; if it weren't for the sods and drunks sitting around with glasses in their hands there would be no way anyone would think it was a place a sane person would want to go for a drink. In truth, if the prices weren't so low, the place would be undoubtedly be emptier than a joi-girl's purse after seeing her pimp. Jack suspected that Rakov sold his stuff without bothering to add taxes in... otherwise he'd be going in the hole on every glass he sold. Not that that bothered the gumshoe: he was just glad he had a place he could get wasted every night for half the cost. Otherwise, he'd be so far in debt he'd have to look up to see Hell.

The thought caused a shiver to run through him. What drink was he on? Ten? Eleven? Oh, yay. Time to start getting morbid. Time to remember all the bad things out there... and all the bad things in here, sitting with him as he poured a chemical lobotomy down his throat. They were right there, to either side of him, around his back... around his neck. A thousand sins and nightmares, just waiting for him to notice them.

He knocks back his tumbler, not bothering to let the liquor touch his tongue. Before he'd even put the glass back on the counter, his knuckles were rapping the hard plastic, letting Rakov know he wanted another. The old man came over, but instead of filling up Valentine's tumbler, he lays the sopping rag he'd been cleaning with over his shoulder. Setting his hands, flesh and plastic, on the counter, he leaned forward. His accent was heavy as he said, "I think perhaps you have had enough for the evening, da, Jack? I do not want to have to be carrying you out to the alley again. My arm is not what is used to be, you know." To illustrate the point, rotated his shoulder, and the arm made its obligatory whine... along with several pops and a noise which wasn't readily identifiable, but would have made God wince if he heard it. "Good Russian steel! But even steel can rust when it gets old enough." The old man smirks. "Be a good boy; go home."

Valentine wanted to argue. He wanted to reach out, grab Rakov by his soiled old shirt, and shake the man until more whiskey fell out of him. But he wouldn't. For one thing, the old man was about as close to a friend as Jack had. For another, he believed the old Russian was former military. Rakov didn't bother with a bouncer, but the regulars never made trouble. Not even the sort of drunk arguing that was endemic when men and liquor mixed. Make of that what you will... it said something.

So Jack levered himself into a standing position and staggered off towards the door, swaying forward, back, and side-to-side so that it was a wonder he didn't collide with any of the fixtures in around him. Like the customers, say. But he made it to the door, and then through it, though it took a little time and effort. Outside, the night rained down on him, and the various odors in the bar were replaced with the wonderful scent of the nitric acid in each fat drop. The scent was nauseating, and wasn't doing his skin any good; Jack would likely have a nice set of burns come morning. Walking through the stuff wasn't any fun, but it did give a nice bit of motivation to get home... if he could remember where it was.

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The afternoon sun blinded Jack as he shot up in bed. Screwing his eyes closed as fast as he had opened them, Valentine pushed the heels of his hands into his temples. His head was pounding, pounding... each beat of his heart felt like someone was driving a nail through his skull and into the pickled meat of his brain. It was incesseant, a staccato thump, thump, thump...

It took him a moment to realize that the tattoo of his pain had an external counterpart. Groaning, he swung his feet over the side of his bed, put his feet to the floor, and through a supreme effort of will, managed stand up and stumble the few feet to the door. He turned the knob and pulled the door to him until the chain caught it. "What the fraggin' Hell is it!"

The man on the other side was dressed in a grey coverall, and had a brown envelope in his hands. "Delivery, sir." He reached the package out Jack, who obliged by undoing the chain and opening the door just enough to accept the thing. The delivery man pushed forward a tablet, to which Jack put his thumb. Nodding, the man tipped his cap and headed down the hallway.

Jack looked the package for a moment, then tossed it on his table and went to lie back down. Whatever it was, it could wait until he'd had a few more hours to sleep... and sober up.

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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 4:23 am

After a boring evening Many Skins sat at his desk the next morning. In his hands the letter from the Johnson. He did not need the letter to recite its content, as he remembered it like a picture but he was interested in the handwriting. He looked at it closeley trying to imagine what kind of person would have such a neat but shaky handwriting. "Maybe a relatively old person?" he thought to himself. What about the place he wants to meet, Joy street subway station he mumbles to himself, turning the letter back and forth in his hands staring at a point elsewhere. He trys to remember if he has been there, if so, what the place looks like and whats in the area near to it, as well as which subway lines are halting there.

[OOC: Don't know if there is a rule or guide how to role dice, I'll just give it a try here for Local Area Knowledge]
Intuition 5 + Local Area Knowledge 4: 9d6 with 3 Hits

*Was there anything in the news related to the area in the last weeks* he thinks as he trys to remember the news of the last weeks.

[OOC Many skins is a news freak who often looks Trid-News or gets information on more unofficial channels (like pirate trids and matrix news nodes). That's why he has the knowledge skill "Current News". Due to his eidetic memory he even can remember most of the stuff he read and saw]
Intuition 5 + Current News 5: 10d6 with 3 Hits
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 4:30 am

Lazarus didn't look up for a moment. His work was too delicate for him to stop now. As he clamped the artery, he briefly glanced up at the delivery man. His voice muffled slightly behind the dirty surgical mask he wore, dark shades covering his eyes despite the fact that the only light in the dark alley was from the overhead light in his van. He'd have to get some more lighting, or get the ones he had fixed. He had opened the back doors of the van in hopes that some light would shine in, but the rain prevented that. He studied the delivery man for a moment.

"If you are here to collect, then you will have to wait until I am done before you shoot me, because I don't have it yet." His English was accented, but other than that it was almost perfect. It was if, he allowed his accent to come through on purpose.

After a moment he shrugged. And motioned with blood covered hands to an empty metal rack.

"Put the envelope there, and before you leave, could you pass me that there.." he motioned to a small syringe filled with a violet liquid.

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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 10:36 am

Many Skins through your research on the subway station you find that The joy street station is not in the best part of town which is not saying much in Seattle. It is near the end of the line. No major gang activity. during the day like most stations are crowded some going to work some just trying to get out of the rain for a few minutes.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 11:22 am

*Hmm, nothing interesting there..* Many Skins stands up from the drawer switching his AR overlay on and sitting down at the sofa. He virtualy travels to the public transport information matrix node and gets the route from his place to the trainstation and the next departure time. *Let's take a look in person, shall we* he thinks by himself grabbing the his gun and his armored business clothes. Taking his long rain coat for the "nice weather" in Seattle he leaves his appartment. After a short stop at the neighbour doner kebap for some provisions he walks to the next train station.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 11:32 am

After many skins arrives at the station you watch as people flow in and out like the tide of the ocean
but this tide dose not wash way the trash as the crashing waves of the ocean would instead it leaves
more and more trash to show there passing. In the station you see several cameras mounted on the
walls from all angle in one corner sitting on a rack sits a inactive surveillance drone
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 11:35 am

Many Skins takes a look in the astral plane and wanders arround to the exits and the facing. If there is nothing remarkable he will leave again and wait until the 4th day
[as said in the ooc thread, if I need to role perception, assensing or stuff gimme a hint]

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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 12:31 pm

You arrive at the appointed time and night one of the few nights it was not raining (strange feeling). Down in the station you see a few people waiting . As soon as you make eye contact with them they look down at the floor hoping you did not see them looking at you and will leave them alone tell the train whisk them away to safety . Nine others stand there with you who give you a nod as eye contact is made you know some of them others you have heard of. Looking around the station you see several cameras mounted on the walls from all angles in one corner sitting on a rack mounted on a wall is a inactive surveillance drone. As you stand there waiting you recall the letter you received “you will know the right time to board the train “. you are interrupted by a chip head coming up to and being able to stop shacking long enough to ask for some cash so he can buy some medicine for his sick mother. About half way through his speech stops speaking as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he shacks and twitches then stops finishes his request for cash like nothing had happened. You now have been at the station for 3 hours now Four of your group finale give up and leave. You number now is down to six individuals. 3 am passed and still nothing you have not seen anyone get on or off the train now for 2 hours. At one point you do see what look s like a couple gangers coming down the stairs loud and rowdy looking for some trouble but stop when they see your group waiting there and decided they would like to keep breathing then look for fun. 4am now an still nothing you start to think this whole thing is one big joke. As the last train for the night arrives at the station it opens the doors and again you hear the recording “Please watch your step and thank you for riding Metro” But then you hear it say “please board the train” this last part you have not heard the whole time you have been here.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 1:02 pm

Arriving a few minutes before midnight Many Skins take a look arround. Some people stick out of the anonymous masses in the station. After a short look Many Skins think that these must be the other runners hired (they are the ones with ther PANs on passive or even hidden mode), or in competition, for the run. As they notice him he gives them a short nod and walks to a place apart from the other runners. He switches to astral sight and turns on the infrared of his contact lenses. Waiting for the Johnson to show up he stands there, watching the poeple and especially the other runners closely.

What the heck is this Mister Johnson up to he mumbles as he takes a look at the clock. 3.45 AM, some of the others already have given up. Stretching his legs he walks arround, greeting the runners he know, inspecting the others. As the train arrives he doesn't take notice of it more than to the many trains before. At the moment he hears "please board the train" he turns to the runners to see how they react. Giving it a short thaught he enters the wagon where the other runners are headed. Shortly before he passes the door he trys to see which line he's entering. *Ok remember the network plan, what stations does this train approach*


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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 1:54 pm

Jazz didn't have anything better to be doing. Her new obsession with the City included this particular subway station, so Jazz had no reason not to arrive on time. Of course, the same could be said for arriving on time too. Right?
Well, be that as it may, Jazz headed out to the nearest tube-stop. She waited her turn at the turn-styles, swiping a cash-card she had purchased with 2 trips. It was called a "round trip card" but it didn't really matter how long it was in between trips, as long as it was less than a year.
After sliding her cash-card through the turnstyle, she returned it to one of her pockets, and headed down to the long, overfilled passage, called a "Platform", where people waited for the train to come. Jazz waited like everyone else, if a bit better covered up. She didn't mind bearing her face for the rain, when everyone else was huddled underneath their umbrellas, or long coats, and trying to hide. But when it was dry, Jazz did the best should to keep from being seen. When it was dry, the people liked to notice Orcs, like Jazz, and get in their way.
Jazz, of course, wasn't the least bit worried about 1, 2, or even really 5 humans. But dead humans lead to police. Jazz was worried about the police. Really worried. The police were a good way to get caught with something that you didn't want to have. In fact, maybe even something that you really didn't have. But it didn't matter. They were the police. And Jazz didn't want to get caught with it. Whatever it was.

The train came. Jazz got on, being jostled from every side by other metahumanity. Mostly humans. Jazz often wondered whether or not the other humans wondered what they were brushing up against when they brushed her on the side, and met the cold unyielding shape of her gun. Or one of them.

Arriving at the appointed tube-stop still quite a bit early, Jazz headed up to the "appointed location". She wandered around, feeling the feel of the crowd around her. She held her hands out to the side, feeling the slight brush of metahumanity as it hurried by her, trying to get where they were going as fast as possible.
After some time, with the meet perhaps no more than 30 minutes away, Jazz headed over toward a wall, picking up newspapers on the way. She stopped in one of the well lit, but out of the way corners, and laid down on the filthy uncleaned tube-stop floor. With a bit of newspaper under her head, she stuffed a few more pages of it into her jacket, so it would visually protrude, making her look more and more like a homeless guy. Hopefully it would help her keeping her head on until the Johson showed up. This time.
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PostSubject: Re: Sins Of The Father   Fri Jul 23, 2010 2:27 pm

Trix is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, He glances over at many skins waiting for the clock to strike midnight.He s a little on edge cause of the area he's in but doesnt show his emotions. He just stands there and waits for the time to get on the subway. He looks around at the people passing by hopeing the Johnson actually shows up. Due to past experiences.

Trix boards the train. Hand close to his Ares Predator VI just in case he needs it. He sits down and waits for the train to start moving.
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