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Post by Loner。 on Mar 16, 2017 1:16:12 GMT
CRASH! glass broke, showering inward as the wall to the mega grocery store, (part of a big monopoly chain like Walmart) was rammed into by a car. The driver had jumped out moments before, rolling on the concrete in a way which showed obvious practice of the maneuver beforehand. He was a little scrapped up but fine enough to stand up.
Rather than flee, he ran towards the large store, vaulting over the broken glass and into the place. He grabbed a shopping cart, and ran it into a worker at the store, ramming her against the shelves and knocking over goods.
He was just the start other people followed. Some came from outside like him, bringing bats and the occasional gun and knife as weapons.
"You tolerate these prices?" A 'leader' shouted, knocking over a display of boxes, in order to stand on top of the frame. "They weren't like this before what happened to our city. Take what's yours People. The government Ain't providing for us any more."
Some had not even known that they were discontent till this chance was handed to them. Ordinary shoppers and even some of the workers in the store quickly fell on board with the emotional riot. Take what's rightfully yours. Destroy what you can't take. Everyone else could fend for themselves. With these ideas, goods got trampled and stolen, money looted from the cash registers at the front, and those who didn't fight, especially confused store employees and known faces, became prime targets for attack.
An unfortunate employee by the door got trampled by people trying to exit the store. A woman just trying to finish her shopping got stabbed with a knife. A youth, thinking it good fun, started breaking glass jars of caned goods. Spreading pickle juice and hot sauce around with the shards of glass.
The chaos didn't end there. It was really just the beginning. Though some people had been quickly helped by government efforts, discontent had been growing since day one, as more people found themselves hungry, homeless or or jobless, while the currency of the land steadily lots value as the price of necessities skyrocketed. Given a way to put power into their own hands, many were ready to take whatever chance they could get.
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Post by murasaki on Mar 20, 2017 5:50:57 GMT
Not even half an hour, and already the riot was taking up the better part of several city blocks. Dissidence had spread like wildfire, anger over perceived mistreatment growing by the minute. Police response was swift but distressingly sparse, given the ever-expanding size of the mob. Thus, the city leaders decided a new approach was needed to assist the over-extended control forces.
A half-track with police markings rolled up outside the assailed superstore, gas canisters firing into the crowd that even now were gathering to turn against the tank-like behemoth. A ramp on the front slammed down once the crowd backed off some, black uniforms stomped out of the vehicle, shields pressing away those that dared venturing closer. At the very back, a smaller figure swathed in onyx and fuchsia padded its way to the front of the riot squad, carrying its own version of a shield and baton, unprotected from the tear gas but apparently not bothered by it at all.
This was what the moment I had been programmed for.
No loudspeaker was produced to address the crowd. Indeed, one was not needed. As the maul crackled to life, all I needed to do was to raise my tone loud enough to be heard over the crowd as a surprisingly-mature voice echoed through the streets "CITIZENS. Cease your illicit behavior immediately, or face subjugation and possible incarceration. This is your only warning. You have twenty seconds to comply."
I already knew it wasn't going to do much, but legality demanded it. Readying the repulsor shield as I took the middle position of the 'human' shield wall, power maul crackling with energy, I prepared for the inevitable, eyes scanning the crowd for 'important' persons that were fueling the mob mentality. Taking them down would end this mass hysteria quickly, and hopefully with minimal loss of life.
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 22, 2017 23:47:42 GMT
Of course people were too upset to cease and desist. The tear gas, though useful in disbanding some, and making space or police to mobilize, served also to affirm what the discontent had been told. Even the local government was not on their side. Some of these people had at least tried to supply their needs by legal means. That hadn't worked.
It could be stupidity or it could be some sort of logic which led individuals in the mob to target police. Sure they could be charged for aggravated assault or more, but the hope was that with the greater numbers, they could win against the state that opposed them, over power, take the better weapons, and so have fuel to continue the fight. People like the Joker Jin, had encouraged such anarchist ideas at times before.
Some people, often those forced into this, or with weaker convictions actually were inclined to heed the commands, but with the force of the ones who were stronger in this rebellion, not many had the guts to actually give up the fight. It was a battle of who did you fear more, the police or your neighbor.
I for one, knew that if someone I knew here wimped out on me and I saw it, I'd be at their house soon enough, bringing the riot to them. If you were not for us, you were against us. "I bet those swine are living in luxury while we have to barely scrape by." I pointed out regarding the police, not charging in front immediately but preparing for a fight all the same. The police had it better off than us surely rather than being forgotten by the government. I'd love it if we could turn them to our side, but they were in the palm of people who had it all. Of course my tone might change if the police would be useful for something I wanted to see happen. I saw them as potential tools for an agenda one way or another.
Of course I didn't actually want to tango with the law enforcement hand to hand. I was prepared for if I had to. I was good with a knife, and had other surprises which I hoped would save my skin if I needed to use them. Other people could fight if they wanted. Since there were options available, I intended to get a new car. Others could buy me some time as I picked the necessary locks.
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Post by Luther King on Mar 24, 2017 16:15:54 GMT
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He had been here to steal anyways, so amidst the distraction, Luther had made his way straight over to the display case for the jewelry, occasionally having to forcefully shoulder, or violently elbow, people out of his way. Without an ounce of hesitation, he drove his kneepad-covered knee into the display case, shattering it, and scooped up a number of the jewelry there was there, and pocketed it. None of it was very high end (this wasn't some high-end jewelry shop for the rich), but a large enough inventory of it could net him and his family enough cashflow to not face going hungry ever again. He had joined a gang at a young age to help out his family, but once he had gotten old enough, he'd found that running his own operation promised greater longevity; it helped that his whole crew, which he had joined as a younger kid, had all been shot down, with him being the only one of the four hospitalized to survive. He sold a little this, traded a bit of that, and did some runs for different people, but he always made it clear that he was a Freelancer. Today, he was given the justification he needed to put his skills, and the new 'parts' they'd put in his body to save him from near-death those years ago, to use as the riot broke out. It had been highly experimental, but when it came to people with no other options (like himself), beggars couldn't be choosers. It wasn't even lost on him, the irony of a man who was 'brought back' with some new-agey medical and cybernetic technology, using it now for illicit ends. Oh well, some people just were shameless... Tag: Loner。, murasaki , |
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 29, 2017 16:35:25 GMT
My success was clear, and the lock on the door released, and I slid inside. In no time I had the engine roaring to life, ready to work for me.
I drove through the lot at a speed to fast to be legal. Of course the police would want people like us to disperse, while as the same time having their men and vehicles and arms blocking the way. I drove the car towards them, hoping that they would break ranks and falter. The humans might at least, I wasn't so sure about anything else.
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Post by murasaki on Apr 7, 2017 1:46:46 GMT
The previously-allotted twenty seconds had long-since expired. On the predetermined signal, more airburst gas canisters flew into the crowd, dispersing additional irritant vapors above the crowd. Seconds later, the police line began advancing, pressing the unruly crowd back as the resolve of the now coughing, crying lot weakened. Those few with enough ability to continue being an issue were quickly subdued, handcuffed and carried off to be processed in due course. Standard procedure so far.
That ended with the rev of a loud, powerful engine. I signaled for the others to stop; over the cacophony I could hear someone pealing out of the parking lot. Engaging my infrared vision, I saw a large vehicle -- some sort of truck or SUV? -- hurdling towards us from our left blindside in the lot with reckless abandon. There was not enough time to identify the driver, as some of the crowd were in its path, and that took priority.
With a combination of vocal and electronic instructions, the police turned and began pressing the crowd back around the corner or into the store, trying to drain as many of the citizens away from the mad driver's path as we could. However, there was not going to be enough time to move all of them before the insane wheelman would reach us and cause plenty of damage.
It took only a moment to decide my course of action. Dashing ahead of the remaining civilians -- some of whom were moving away of their own accord -- I placed myself directly in the oncoming vehicle's path. My weapon arm would appear to return to normal, albeit larger and stuck in a tightly-closed fist; in truth, the internal mechanics were altering, adding a large weight and a propellant mechanism to the center of the limb. The shield itself faded away as it was unnecessary, allowing the left arm to return to normal. Both legs split in half along the shin line as I prepared myself, the outer halves extending backward to form a brace, while the inner halves bent forward to absorb any impact.
With the right limb pulled back, I thrust the left forward with the flat of the hand outwards, mental calculations streaming through my head as I gauged distance and alignment vectors. When the driver came close enough, they were in for a nasty surprise, because I sure as hell was not going to allow them to hurt anyone if it was possible.
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Post by Luther King on Apr 11, 2017 12:35:57 GMT
Player Character Luther "Knight" King
Although he had his enhancements, Luther didn't have any kind of cybernetic brain implants that could tell him that there was a highly advanced entity in their shared space, or what it was capable of. All he knew was that his sack was getting too heavy for his left hand, so he switched to his right, to which the cumbersome sack was lighter than a feather. Luther grimaced as he felt the strain on his right shoulder, though, as the parts of him that were flesh and muscle still had to compensate for extra weight or pressure taken on by his cybernetics-augmented right arm. At this point, the police unloaded some kind of gas into the department, 'procedure', he was sure. The little cybernetic 'bugs' that now crawled through his very being (he could feel them, constantly, and it bugged him), they were going to where a few slivers of glass from the jewelry display case had gotten into his left arm when he had reached into the display case to grab the jewelry. It felt like the most insane itching he had ever felt as they went to work on extricating the bits of glass, but his sights were already set on the gas issuing all around him. Why am not coughing and choking?! He asked himself, scowling. He raised his hands, palms-up, and looked at them. He could feel the difference between the two, one naturally-fashioned and the other artificial, even though they looked identical. Did they do something to my lungs too? The vapors were stinging his nose, and bringing tears to his eyes, but he had been hit with the wretched gas the Law Enforcement liked to throw on citizens they thought were being 'unruly' before, and he remembered it hurting far worse than this.
But, as of right now, it seemed the bulk of the other looters had either been dispersed, or were being apprehended. Using the cover of what shelves and whatnot were still intact, or - even toppled - were large enough to provide cover, he dropped to the ground, taking the opportunity to drop on all fours, crawl under a series of overturned shelves, then slowly moved along the far wall, concealed by a few still-upright shelves as he made his way towards the large, red EXIT sign he saw at the far end of the store. If nothing unexpected happened, it looked like he would make a clean break for it, under the cover of the confusion of the police apprehending many of the other looters and rioters who had taken over the place. Wow, is it really going to be this easy?Tag: Loner。 , murasaki , Jin |
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Post by Loner。 on Apr 13, 2017 19:57:34 GMT
In the split seconds remaining Dio had little time to react to the artificial being who had gotten within the trajectory of bulky stolen vehicle. He swerved slightly. Hitting someone who was intentionally in the way was different than hitting someone who was afraid and running, or trying to get out of the way. He barely realized she was a robot.
Once he did it all came down to, did he think that he could run her over.
Probably not if she had a reason to act so fearless.
She was in the way. Breaking or swerving wouldn't achieve anything.
He could only hope the car was stronger than her.
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Post by murasaki on Apr 13, 2017 21:55:46 GMT
Despite a last-moment effort to swerve from its path, truck met android head-on. The result was spectacular.
Timing everything down to the very last millisecond, I activated the propellants inside my arm, blasting the added weight forward as I twisted my body to thrust the fist straight at the vehicle's grill. At the moment of impact, both fist and weight hammered home, combining to tremendous effect; the front end of the truck crumpled like tissue paper, my punch crushing the radiator with ease and slamming into the bottom of the engine block, likely bending the crankshaft irreparably as well as breaking several piston cylinders. A cough of flame flared momentarily as pent-up fuel and exhaust gases escaped before the beast's heart stopped for good.
Of course, the truck had far more mass than I did, and it had been barrelling towards me at a ridiculously dangerous speed. The moment my fist stopped moving, it pushed back, and despite my best efforts pushed me back a good distance, forcing me to brace myself with the other hand lest I turn sideways and slip under the now-dead automobile. Warnings blared in my cranium, desperately screaming about various damages here or there; one ceramic plate cracked and buckled under the strain, and various wires sprung free, but ultimately I held my ground.
The noise was incredible for about five seconds before the whole scene ended.
My attempts to remain upright had left furrows in the blacktop for a good ten meters or so, and my right arm was now firmly embedded in the truck's front. Damages to the limb left it incapable of returning to normal for the time being, so I detached it from my shoulder socket after some effort. At least my legs could reform normally, so I allowed them to restore their former appearances. Well aware that there was still the driver to apprehend, I glanced up, barely able to peer over the vehicles now-crumpled front end but I could see through the spiderwebbed windshield that there was still someone inside.
If I could emote, my stare would likely have killed them on-sight. And there was also the question of motive. Was all this just for some petty revenge? Or was there even a motive at all, or just opportunity to cause physical harm, death, and grief? There were a good number of questions I had, but duty came first and foremost.
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Post by Loner。 on Apr 13, 2017 22:46:52 GMT
'Idiot, get the hell out of here.' Dio thought. The car's front was crumpling like paper, trapping him inside the vehicle. having such a damaged engine couldn't be good. what if it exploded or something? He already had a feeling something other than the car might be broken, but he didn't have time to look at himself or check for damaged. The car was dead, and the police plentiful. Dio knew he had to work himself free and quickly.
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Post by murasaki on Apr 13, 2017 23:39:31 GMT
It looked like the person inside was struggling to get free. Maybe I should help him.
Striding casually to the driver's side despite the battle damage I'd suffered, I took in the door for a moment. It had been wedged shut from the impact, what was left of the window sagging out of its slot after breaking. Grabbing it through a gap with my remaining hand, some applied pressure budged it a bit, but didn't pull it open. Being tired of this whole ordeal, I yanked hard, tearing the door free and tossing it off to the side.
Turning back, I finally had a clear view of the errant driver. It didn't take long to garner a record for several offenses, and adding "Attempted Vehicular Manslaughter" to that list. Addressing them, I announced "You have ten seconds to exit the vehicle and submit, citizen. Do not resist."
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Post by Loner。 on Apr 17, 2017 17:16:19 GMT
Dio rolled his eyes, and slipped out of the bulky smoking vehicle. He cast the android a death-glare. She was an example of the problem here. She got all these high tech abilities, and he got to have none. Not only that, society seemed to work hard to maintain a lower tech class, keeping people like him from rising in life. He despised that gap, wished he could bridge it, had tried to bridge it, multiple times, and had never gotten across the valley that separated him from groups that had more.
He wasn't planning to submit, not mentally, even if he was forced to physically comply.
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Post by murasaki on May 5, 2017 21:43:47 GMT
<< I was going to wait for someone else to reply, but... >> Such a display quickly sent a message of strength through the onlooking crowd. Despite the few remaining protests and yells, the wind had been thoroughly whiffed from the mobs' proverbial sails, and most were now looking for a way out. Trapped between a wrecked building and the police, though, choices were limited; a few of the desperate lashed out at the riot squad (with predictable results), while most scattered and dispersed back into or around the structure behind them. The noise was similar, however, even if the tones had changed drastically. For my part, though, there was only one I was concerned about. I didn't bother giving the proper time limit, for once; grabbing the offending driver by the collar, I single-handily yanked him free of the crashed vehicle, dropping him to the ground with one knee on his spine to prevent any further "problems" -- though being careful with my footing to ensure that the extra weight wouldn't snap him in two. Cuffing him proved to be too difficult without a second arm, so I signalled the nearest officer to assist me. Hopefully this spat wouldn't take too long, because I felt rather exposed at the moment being down a working limb. With the current threat subdued, a quick scan of the registry matched a known deviant, and I read him his rights. "Dio Evans, as a citizen of Sanctuary, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held against you..." Luther King Loner。 |
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Post by Loner。 on May 10, 2017 1:53:58 GMT
Oh how many times had he heard that one? Enough to know the 'drill' so to speak. Some officer would come and cuff his hands together surely. He'd probably spend at least a night in jail. He decided not to resist for the moment, but he wasn't worried. He'd get things to work out. with a little wordplay and luck they always did.
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