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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
Full Story Here.
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Post by "Xei" on Mar 4, 2016 2:53:28 GMT -5
04/03/2016 | 7:00:00am
Sunlight filtered through the grimy windows, glinting off the ivory hair of Alexei as he quietly made his way through the district. He swept his hand through the bag hanging on his right side, and a sharp pain seared through his fingers. Frowning at the knife he tossed in his bag without the sheath, Xei continued his way to the wall, and calmly yanked out his phone to alert the men pacing about on the top of the wall.
"It's Alexei Alkaev." He said flatly. "According to Manual 31, section 3b, you may commence the removal of the wall. We are authorized to go as we wish, we will be held liable to any death we cause after the command given this morning, unless we are acting out in self-defense. We will give aid to anyone that is in need of medical attention, and we will proceed to move the students, the teachers, and everyone else to San Francisco, Avenue 207, to Public High School 552. Ensure that the two airplanes will land onto the field right outside the district, off to the left. The students will be under financial aid and we are obligated to aid them in settling in to their new school, and god forbid their panties get any more twisted in the district."
"Please make the announcement and proceed to text every student, and every teacher in Public High School 552. Inform them that they have exactly an hour to leave and enter one of the two planes awaiting them outside the district, so we may transport them to San Francisco. Tell them this is not a trick, and any failure to board the plane will result in them being left behind, and tell them 'good riddance' and 'have fun trying to survive'."
Taking a deep breath, Xei turned his back bitterly on the walls.
Thump.
The walls slid down by a blatant inch, as a loud thump resonated through New York City.
Thump.
The doors opened slowly, as the first rags of sunlight peaked through the once ominous, metal blocks.
Thump.
He would've killed them if he was here any longer.
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READ THIS BEFORE YOU POST.
- Everyone receives 1 exp for participating.
- When you post, and if your character is boarding the plane, STATE EXPLICITLY, IN YOUR POST, WHICH PLANE THEY ENTER. There are two planes: plane 1 (Which is dark gray), and plane 2 (which is pale white). That's all. Just pick one of them. Failure in stating which plane your character enters will result in the assumption that your character did not board a plane, and your character will not be included in the GM's post.
- The planes will be flying off in the round after the next round. Ensure that your character entered one of the planes by then.
- You may only post once per round.
- There are only three rules. Please just follow them, it's not that hard. If you are not sure, ask before you post. You may either PM this account, or pester IRAISAQT/ IRA THE DUCK HUNTER/ IRA THE DICK HUNTER/ IRA THE NOT SO HAPPY DUCK HUNTER in the cbox. Note: the fastest way to get her attention is to spam her with pictures of good character deigns.
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Post by Jack Griffin on Mar 4, 2016 5:56:17 GMT -5
Miracles were great. Just at the moment you thought all hope was lost, something amazing happened, something that changed your life forever and set you on a new path, setting everything right in one fell swoop. Such events were possibly the purest form of good that could be found in the world.
Unless they were happening at SEVEN IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
Jack was jolted out of a reasonably pleasant sleep by the sudden jingling of his battered old phone, alerting him to the latest development in the District. Slowly, clumsily, he took hold of it and pulled it close, blinking at the bright screen. A moment later, he jumped upright, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping open as he read the news.
He couldn't believe it. It was finally over... they were going to be going back to school again! With a laugh and a loud, exuberant whoop of joy, he leaped in the air, arms and fingers splayed out as if he were about to hug the world on this day.
A moment later, he was frantically scrambling about, trying to gather his things. "Shit!" He only had a single backpack to hold everything he owned here, but it was pretty full, and he spent a good couple of minutes trying to stuff everything inside it, with every second that went by increased the risk of him missing the flight. With a final shove, Jack pushed his tonfa into the bag and then took off, sprinting down the street in the general direction of the newly opened gateway.
Normally, it would have been impossible for someone to run that far on time. Jack, however, had been working on his speed here, mainly to ensure that he could run away from Apostles when he needed to. At his current level, he could run a mile in under a minute, faster than most cars would have been going on these roads. The air rushed by him as his feet pounded down on the ground, taking him straight to the wall and then streaking through the gateway before the Apostles could do so much as ask him for a passport. "Freedooooooom!"
He came screeching to a halt as he saw the planes, his head turning to and fro as he tried to decide which plane to take. They should both be heading to the same place, right? He decided to head for the white one (plane 2), simply because he liked the color, and quickly made his way towards it, watching for the first chance he might have to board. If the Apostles were allowing people on, he'd take advantage of the opportunity to get in the front of the plane, and secure himself the nicest seat available.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 4, 2016 7:45:32 GMT -5
Ira stirred almost pathetically in her bed, and slammed her hand angrily on the wooden table beside her bed. She missed her phone by a mere inch, and her vengeful bedside table relented by sending a wave of searing pain right into her right hand. Her eyes flew open, purely out of the pain, and she had to resist the urge to start screaming vulgarities at whoever that was texting her early in the morning.
As far as the female was concerned, nothing awaited them but the dark embrace of death, and texts were insignificant enough for her to feign ignorance about. However, something did pique her curiosity, and within moments of staring at the text sent to her, wide-eyed, a wave of hope entered her almost immediately, foreshadowed by a hood of energy. She yanked herself off the bed, feeling instinctively happy before another wave of suspicion slapped her thoroughly.
It might be a trick, she reasoned cautiously; they might be attempting to harness all the students and teachers into one place, before conducting a massacre. Her safety wasn't a guarantee. The only variable she could confirm was that all the students and teachers were told to gather in one of the two planes, but even so, were the Apostles wasteful enough to risk the possibility of throwing away innocent life? If so, they would have a significantly easier time to operate and eradicate the rest of the students in the district.
No matter, there was a high chance that it was real, and if it was, missing out on an opportunity to leave the district was foolish. There were a few people for her to take, and despite the fact that she consistently convinced herself it was perfectly alright to abandon those that turned out to be a burden, her feelings were similarly, a burden.
Sending another text to Macht and Aldritch that she would be in one of the planes, Ira scampered about her room and begin stuffing a luggage with things she absolutely needed--toiletries, books, research papers, water, medicine and so on. Shaking slightly as she packed, she finally pinpointed the answer to her unease.
She was fearful that her hope would crash into a million fragments and everything was a farce, designed entirely to trap certain individuals. While she packed, she shook, and there was a palpable sense of fear hovering about her. Swallowing her saliva down, she took one last look at her room, convinced that she was never going to return. She might never see certain people that she cared for. Oddly enough, she felt sufficiently indifferent to turn around and begin running.
Boarding the white plane, Ira settled herself at the front row, reasoning to herself that it was easy to evacuate should everything reveal themselves to be a farce. She held her bag tightly against her body and barely registered Jack's presence while she focused intensely on the wall before her.
There was just one question that made her hesitate.
Was he coming?
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Mar 4, 2016 13:45:27 GMT -5
Kazuya was never one to believe in luck. In fact, he didn't believe in it at all. He did however, believe in hope, though hoping a miracle would happen, never even crossed his mind once. Until today, that is. He was about halfway through his set of 500 sit-ups, when his cellphone resting on the floor beside him went off, causing him to pause in mid-sit-up to look over at it, and pick it up. He got a text message. Who texts someone at seven... in the morning!? It couldn't be Melanie texting him, she was probably still asleep. Swiping the screen of his phone, his eyes would scroll from side to side as he read the message, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, only to quickly turn into a slight frown.
It could be entirely possible the Apostles were trying to lure everyone into a trap, corral them all into a single area and take them all out at once. However, it could also be entirely possible it was not a trick, and they all were in fact, being freed from the District that held them bound like zoo animals for the past few months. Shooting off a quick text message to the other four Symbols, telling them to pack quickly and gather as much of their supplies as possible, he would shove his cellphone into his pants pocket and quickly head out of his dojo and back into the house, to begin packing himself. Though leaving New York City meant leaving his house and dojo and bar behind, the losses could be easily recovered by his father, who could send some of his men to New York and dismantle all three buildings at a later time.
Though, considering Kazuya already graduated before the wall went up, he wasn't exactly a high school student anymore, but he was still the Third Pillar, and as one of the four Pillars, no matter which school it was, he would defend not only the school, but the students too. Quickly heading into his room, he would grab his duffel bag from his closet and begin shoving his clothing into it. Since most of his clothes and belongings were back in Tokyo, he didn't bring a whole lot with him, which made it pretty easy to pack. Once all that was done, he would take one quick look through his house, making sure he didn't miss anything important, and with his katana on his back, would head out of his house and to the area outside of the district. His motorcycle he would get his father to transport back home, as he would probably get himself a car to use. Boarding the pale white plane, his eyes would casually pass over Ira as he walked past her, before taking a seat in the row behind her, placing his bag in the overhead compartment, before settling down in the aisle seat. His eyes trained on the aisle by the galley, there was only one thought on his mind right now, he hoped that Melanie would make it.
She had to make it.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Mar 4, 2016 16:05:09 GMT -5
Siobhan had no notification of the crumbling District. Only the sounds of the walls collapsing under the weight of a handful of teenagers' wills, for some reason, the sun was much brighter today. Even though it was seven in the morning. Even though she didn't remember the last time she'd slept. Even though her washed out appearance made her look more depressed than homeless, Siobhan felt her face lift into the warm rays patching into the alley she was standing in. Staring, her eyes caught sight of planes in the distance, people beginning their trek inside.
And she knew.
Siobhan recoiled visibly, her entire body stepping out from the patch of sunlight and into the cold shadows cast by the tall brick buildings. Leave? How could anyone leave the District after witnessing what had happened within here? There was an execution, live television, someone had died. Her head shook furiously, vehemently denying herself the idea of finding a better life. The very thing she had fought for, now dropped in her lap, but it was no fruit, it was the snake, waiting for her to take a bite.
"You can't leave us."
It was Knuckles. The first school she found acceptance in. It was Valo removing her tracker from behind her ear, the piano competition between her and Shouyo. The first day when she met Shugo, the bar with Yvette. The memories began piling, screaming in her ears, ghosts clawing at her clothes to try and drag her back. Her father's dead body, the cold barrel shaking in her hand. The Arden Manor, its foreclosure sign blaring in the front yard. The demolished site of Public High School #552.
"Where will you go, Siobhan?"
To the left, where nothing is right? Or to the right, where nothing is left?
Siobhan watches her life go up in plumes of smoke, and with a heavy heart she scatters the ashes. Pulling her hood above her head, the girl moves to the white plane, seating herself near the front, and by a window. She vows that although her name will be forgotten, the memories will not.
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on Mar 4, 2016 19:31:40 GMT -5
Sitting at the table with a bowl of lucky charms, Kai was talking to a few of his foreign friends in a group skype call on his phone when there was an alert noise. He picked up his phone and read the message aloud. We're leaving? This was peculiar to Kai, but he didn't want to dwell on it too long. He dropped the skype call and ran to his room, packing his desktop and laptop both into a large duffel bag, with his clothes stuffed in between the spaces. In his satchel he placed his pair of seven inch daggers, his phone charger and earbuds, and his spare pair of shades. After buckling the satchel he ran out of his room.
On the way out, he found his cousin sleeping on the couch. Kai woke his and told him what was going on. Obviously he was too dazed to care, and told Kai to go away. Kai gave up and wrote a note and taped it to the fridge. I'm leaving, along with the fortune left from my parents. If you want to find me, I'll be in San Francisco. The safe hidden under the floor is gone, along with its contents. I hope you can manage yourself here. Signed - Kaitaro.
A few moments later Kai was In his cousins car driving towards the front of the District where the planes were. He parked the car and got out, taking the duffel bag, small backpack, and metal safe with him. He boarded the grey plane and waited for liftoff.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 4, 2016 20:10:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","post_box"] [attr="class","tetbox"] [attr="class","intext"] Sometimes Vivi just needed someone to tell her she wasn't as big of a mess as she thought she was. It’d probably be a lie, but maybe it’d give her the extra push she needed to give it her all and change something. She was already exhausted from her near constant efforts but still got the feeling she could do more. Still, her efforts had hardly changed a thing over the past months since she’d come to New York. Vivi rested awake on the couch of an old apartment room she was staying in. Three other young adults lived there, but they let her rent a room for fairly cheap. The downsides were just the cockroaches creeping up the walls and the paranoia of staying with people she didn’t know. As soon as she saw the announcement text, Vivi sprung off the couch and took a step toward the bathroom before pausing. Trap? Not a trap…? Would she regret going or not going more? Once again she was met with the opportunity to take a chance, and she almost never turned those down. If things went bad, she’d find a way out of it… or die. That was always an option.
The violet haired girl quickly got dressed in a pair of worn jeans, a t-shirt, a hoodie, tied her hair into a messy bun and pulled on her boots. Splashing her face with water and taking a few moments to brush her teeth, she glanced back at her few belongings resting next to the couch. With such a short expanse of time, she really had better get going. At this point, she was able to fit most of what she owned in her Marvel print backpack and an old patchwork handbag her sister had made her years ago. Slapping the month's rent on the kitchen table, she headed out of the building without a word.
Being rather quick on her feet, Vivi cleared the distance to her destination in a short amount of time and looked between the two planes. Grabbing her phone with her free hand, she sent a quick text to Valo.
I’m assuming you saw the announcement. You coming? I’ll be on the gray plane.
She pocketed the phone and wearily brushed her bangs out of her eyes. It was time for her to quite possibly make a move that could either impact her future positively or negatively. But as long as she was out of the district, perhaps things could be different in a good way. Vivi boarded the gray plane and sat down near the middle, still wondering if she’d waltzed into a trap.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 4, 2016 21:14:47 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggie"] [attr="class","textie"]Valo had been up since three in the morning, finding that sleep had been eluding him. Rather than lay there, destined to toss and turn, he opted to spend his time in Helios' engine room. An occasional spark of electricity could be seen, as well as the sounds of tinkering with machinery reverberating throughout the room. A wide assortment of tools surrounded him, and he was sitting on the floor, coat around his waist and wearing a sleeveless shirt and thick gloves as he was using his wrench on the engine, tightening some of the various nuts and bolts of what he was working on.[break][break]
Four hours in... He heard the standard, generic notification theme on his phone nearby, but decided to ignore it and continue to work. It generally meant someone he didn't regularly talk to was trying to text him for some mundane reason, or maybe it was a notification from one of his phone apps, but right now, there was something he was trying to see to fruition.[break][break]
"Soon, Helios will be a weapon strong enough to bring down the wa--"[break][break]
He stopped speaking to himself instantly when he heard the familiar text ringtone thingymabob he set for Vivi, practically tossing his wrench across the room as he may or may not have dove for his phone. Checking the message from her, he scratched his head confusedly. "Wha? Gray plane?"[break][break]
A couple taps on his phone screen would navigate him to the previous notification, learning about what was transpiring outside, effectively making his improvements to Helios a wasted effort. He immediately darted to his feet, running through the engine room screaming as he made for the exit.[break][break]
"OH SHIT! THAT WAS ACTUALLY KIND OF SORT OF REALLY IMPORTANT! GODDAMNIT!"[break][break]
Quickly cleaning himself up, Valo would dress in normal civilian clothing in a gray hoodie, white t-shirt, and blue jeans and sneaker (because it wasn't like he could bring his weapons and armor onto a plane safely). He tripped and fell a few times in his rush, smacking his nose on various things, so he ended up wearing a band-aid over that as well. Maybe what was going on was really a trap, maybe not, but if Vivi was going, the least he could do was see it through. Bringing down the wall was a goal he set in mind all because he wanted to see her be able to get out of here, but now they both had a chance to get out if this proved to be legit.[break][break]
He quickly made his way to one of Helios' shuttles, pressing the button for it to descend to the ground level... and kept waiting. Nothing was happening. Why? Was it brok--[break][break]
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Making his way to the entrance, he would find his android, Jervais, nearby. Valo would pull out his lightning-infused blade, the Dragon Talon, and hand it to him.[break][break]
"When you are able to, I want you to follow behind us to San Francisco... why the hell are we going that far? Anyway, I built something in the engine room. This blade will fit into it and power the entire carrier. Cloak and stay invisible to the public as you make your way across the country. I'll be waiting for you on the other side."[break][break]
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Gray plane, gray plane...[break][break]
Finding the plane, he would make his way on board after going through the necessary check ups and such, and plop down next to Vivi panting and out of breath.[break][break]
"Hey! Sorry about that, I'm here now. Good thing you texted me..."[break][break]
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Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Mar 5, 2016 10:51:37 GMT -5
I turned over in her bed again. I had decided that today was my last day. I would go and fight to my death. It was the only thing that made sense anymore. My family would have loved this end for me. I would get the ending I had so craved when I was younger. A battle of death... It almost sounded like a fairy tale. It was all I knew and all I ever wanted. I hadn't got the desires I wanted fulfilled, but I wouldn't have to deal with it for long. The Apostles were out there and were searching for anyone who wanted or deserved an end. I did.
My phone chimed and I sat up. It couldn't be time already could it? My body filled with pins and needled as I was faced with the end of my life. Here it was at last. Here was everything I my life had led up to. I was scared, I was nervous, I was ready. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my phone to turn off the alarm I had set only to see I had a text. What was this? It was a good thing I wasn't standing just then. It seemed we were being moved to a new school. What? Was it a rouse to get all the students gathered? One hour...
I raced to get dressed and gather a few things in my pink leopard print suitcase. I didn't really care what was in it, I just needed clothes and a few things here and there. If it wasn't a rouse and we really were leaving, I had to be ready. Otherwise... I needed to be prepared. I grabbed my knives on the way out the door. I was wearing the same leather outfit from when I helped that boy on the street... What was his name?
I arrived at the location specified after stopping a few times to give a ride to a few students who were also on their way. Seeing as how I could only hold four more, I had to pass a few students. Once I dropped off the students I had, I would go back and grab a few more. After I was sure that I had done all I could in the allotted amount of time, I would board the grey plane. Sitting in the first available seat, I would look out the window briefly before letting a tear slide down my cheek. It was over...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Mar 5, 2016 11:05:34 GMT -5
I reread the message. Again. Again. There was just no way... The students were being allowed to board a plane to leave here? The message also stated that if they did not comply they would be left here. I stood from my position near the table, completely forgetting about my breakfast.
"Stefan! Stefan! We must hurry! There is not time to explain. I need you to drop me off a the far side of the city. I refuse to leave my father's car here. I would ask you stay behind and oversee the moving of my things. If you so wish to join me, I will not refuse your company. But, you must go and get Teufel after leaving me at the airport. He must make it too."
"But sir, if the walls are going down, then you may go back home and challenge your uncle. You ma take back your rightful place as Marquis."
"I know that, but I can't just leave Teufel. I can't."
"I understand, sir. Shall I pack your things?"
"Yes. Thank you, Stefan."
We made it to the planes after a short while. It seemed as though all that students with vehicles were making their way there as well. I prayed silently that Teufel would make it in time. Once we arrived, I threw open my door and almost yelled for Stefan to hurry back with Teufel.
"He must make it, Stefan. Let him know I am headed for the grey plane."
I turned to close the door. I prayed once more this was not a rouse. Quickly taking out my phone, I texted Teufel and told him what was happening. I prayed he would be awake enough to either answer his phone or come to his door. I walked to the grey plane and hesitantly stopped by the entrance. I sighed and made my way in. Several of the students there were afraid, a few were whooping, then some were sleeping. I sat in the first row available. Hopefully I would be able to have Teufel sit next to me. Here, I could keep him safe.
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Post by Melanie Rose on Mar 5, 2016 11:35:11 GMT -5
I moved the plants from the entrance of the shop into the greenhouse. I took a break and sighed. It had been a few days since our last training session. Wasn't it time for Kazuya to text me or send someone to let me know it was time again? I looked out the window and watched the sun begin to rise. It was barely 6:50 am and here I was working in my store. Not that I had expected anyone today. Business was getting slower by the minute.
I went to go and get more plants after I had taken those few and given them proper care, when my phone chimed. Was it finally time? I looked at my phone. It displayed a new message from an unknown number. I thumbed it and waited for it to load, perhaps this was a different way of summoning me?
The message finally loaded and I froze. The phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground. It.... It was over? Just like that? My worst nightmare had finally ended. I was free... Mostly. My thought turned sharply to Kazuya again. Was he there? Had he gone? I wished it was so. I picked up the phone. Broken. I couldn't text him to ask. Dammit. I walked out of the greenhouse and upstairs to my room. We still hadn't moved my things to his place, so it wasn't that hard to find the items I was searching for.
I grabbed a large flowered bag and started shoving things in it. Three t-shirts, two jeans, 6 undies, four bras, two jackets, two pairs of boots, one pair of sneakers, two pairs of sandals, three pairs of shorts, two mini skirts, one long skirt, toiletries, and eight pairs of socks. I raked a comb through my hair and yanked it up in a pony. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a tight fitting long sleeve shirt along with another pair of sneakers, I'd rush for the door.
I ran all the way there. I knew I was quite a ways from the plane, but I just had to make it. Good thing I was good at it. Finally making it there, my chest heaving, i would look at the two planes. Which one would Kazuya choose? I refused to sit alone and make the both of us worry about the other. I looked at the white plane fondly. White: Purity: New beginnings. Walking towards that one, I would enter and look around. If I n didn't see him, I would exit and make my way to the other plane.
My eyes searched the plane, fear had gripped my throat not allowing me to breathe as I searched. He had to be here. My eyes finally rested on his face. I let out my breath in a sigh. He made it. I stumbled forward, not allowing myself to fall until I got to him. Putting my bag in the seat next to the one I would take, I threw my arms around him and cried. We had both made it. After a few moments of drenching his shirt -I felt bad about that- I looked up at him. His eyes a perfect grey. My own flamed a dark orange.
"Is it really over?"
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 6, 2016 2:02:36 GMT -5
[OoC: Gonna puppet some of my own characters for this rather than post multiple times in a row, since it just makes more sense. Macht, Mikey, and Takehiro heading into the white plane. Rakeem, Ian, Naotora, Sebastian heading into the gray.] Macht sat on the couch in his office at The Underground all night, contemplating possible movements the Apex Warriors could make to wreak havoc and destroy the "order" the Apostles had brought about. He tried to sleep time and again, only to end up tossing and turning. Several times, he needed to leave his bed and vent his frustrations on the punching bags in the training room in the basement. And so, he sat there in his office, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts with sweat dripping down his body since 10pm the previous night. It didn't look like things were going to improve, either.
When the first text came, Macht ignored it; everyone he knew had a ringtone he'd respond to, meaning this had to be a random. He didn't care for randoms, not now. So he stood to his feet and began to head down to the training room. It wasn't until Ira texted and he heard her ringtone that he backpedaled and ran over to go read the message. Planes? The walls coming down? It all came the hell out of nowhere, and it didn't make sense... but the chance to leave this place showed itself. Macht was going to take Ira and leave.
Shooting a text to Takehiro, Jenny and Mikey, Macht cleaned himself off and got dressed. He brought nothing but his wallet and prosthetics as he headed off toward the planes. The short time spent getting ready allowed him to catch up to Ira, where he saw her boarding the white plane. He followed in after her, and then found a seat beside her just moments after she sat herself down.
"This came outta nowhere," he remarked as he took his own seat. "You trust it?"
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Post by Zoe on Mar 6, 2016 2:18:58 GMT -5
((Doing the same as Brandon yo. Trasci, Maria, Roxanne, Ainsley to Gray. Zoe and Akeno to white.))
Tatiana would quietly keep at her brother's side as the doors to the district open. She was unmoving as her long red hair hung around her shoulders like a curtain. She would just kinda stand there unless told to do something else. Then she'd do that. Yep.
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Post by "Xei" on Mar 6, 2016 2:50:47 GMT -5
Alexei shifted his attention to Tatiana, and his expression shifted from a mildly annoyed one to one with a slight tinge of regret Reaching into his pockets, he would place his left hand on her right shoulder and place a capsule in her hand. The capsule was a slight bluish color, and he already knew he was going to deeply regret whatever that might be coming next.
"Eat it." He commanded after a brief pause from his end. "And you should board a plane too."
Turning away from her, he slowly left as he felt the bile rising in his throat, threatening to engulf him in some anger from his part. He didn't understand the government; didn't understand their fickle minds, and they dragged him into wrecking half-assed destruction that ended with him painfully swallowing his pride and aiding the forsaken kids.
"I'm sorry." He finally managed to say after a while, and headed off, unable to talk to her for an extended period of time.
White Plane Those that entered the white plane will smell a faint scent of roses in the air, as air stewardess paraded about and offered them help with their luggage. Nothing seemed to be of importance, until Alexei himself entered the white plane and looked around nonchalantly, to note the passengers. He walked off after, with an air of resignation.
Gray Plane. After entering the white plane, Alexei would enter the gray plane and cautioned the pilot to be careful on his flight. He knew the pilot--he was a apprentice, and a nervous one that buckled under pressure at that. Taking note of the passengers, he, too walked off the plane in searched of Luca, and someone else he needed to see, and never wanted to see, in the district.
Finding that looking at Tatiana only served to remind him of the useless work he did to the district, the weight of his actions and the blood on his hands slowly began to set in. Remaining hidden at the entrance of the gray plane, he watched her reticently and awaited her reaction.
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Post by Zoe on Mar 6, 2016 11:52:16 GMT -5
((I wrote a long and emotionally interesting post, but I was a dingbat and deleted it accidentally. Fuck it.))
Tatiana took the pill. Yay! Of course she fucking did, Xei told her to do it. When he told her to board the plane, she did so anyway. He must have wanted her to keep those pesky delinquents, or TERRORISTS AS THEY SHOULD BE CALLED, in check! She put on a hoodie and sat in the back of the white plane so Macht won't smash her fucking face in. Unless he wants to have a battle in a pressurized tube flying through the sky. As she sat there, her mind began to get hazy as fuck. Blaze it? Nah, more like the pill kicking in.
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