Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 18, 2009 23:30:44 GMT -5
A stocky young man, heavy black bags wrapped around either arm, stalked through the hallways of the blue and grey institution. He seemed not to notice the other people walking past him, even though many evinced unconventional outfits or features bordering on the fantastic.
Disregarding a glare from a woman with horns sprouting around the edges of her face and a prominent scar across her forehead, he turned a corner into a larger hall. Must be towards the interior of the layout... he concluded instantly, noticing the large glass windows dominating the wall to his left. The wall to the right was similarly covered, though instead of windows, it held a massive cork bulletin board, stretching the full length of the hallway. Many other individuals were looking at it intensely, occasionally plucking what appeared to be self-adhesive memos of various shades from it.
The man stalked by a section plastered in black and grey colored notes, each one with spidery writing in silver ink. He continued past a segment covered in green paper, this one with considerably more individuals picking through it. He paused at the middle of the hallway, where notes of many colors were placed haphazardly. He leaned back against the plate glass, bracing himself on it and scanning it for anything of interest.
His eye was caught by a white scrap of paper about halfway up the wall. It appeared to have a mist of blue across its face, almost like stationary or such.
Some poor b*stard doesn't know crap about the mission posting guidelines... He thought to himself, shoving off of the window and rocking to his feet.
He stalked over to the bulletin board, smirking, and reached up for the note. His fingers fell just a hair short. Rising to his toes, he gripped the note between his fingertips and then tore it down.
Normally, he'd hesitate more to destroy a briefing memo, but since this one defied the rule of single-color paper, it would have been destroyed anyways at the end of the day.
He raised the paper, and read it carefully.
"APCARP Power evaluation tournament! Want a chance to get bumped up to the next pay level? Here's your big chance! Tomorrow (5/12/09), we'll be holding a full-fledged single elimination tournament. All participants will receive a free meal as well as excuse from all ongoing Program duties. Other prizes will be rewarded based on Power turn out and performance! Several high ranking figures will be showing up, so bring your A Game and be prepared to fight! Bring this note to any APCARP Teleport Room to be sent to location."
The man paused, a puzzled look crossing his stubbled face. At the bottom was, stamped clearly, a carp standing on its tail, supporting the earth upon its jaws. The official APCARP insignia? He shoved the note in his pocket. Either they're legit, or somebody's going to be up a creek very soon...
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The sky was intense, vivid blue. White clouds, like fattened livestock, sprawled to either horizon, drifting lazily on the spring breeze. The man was sprawled out in the warm grass, basking in the sunshine. His jacket was stretched beneath him like a blanket at a picnic, baring his arms except for where the dark bags still covered them. He was ignoring the appearing powers, simply taking in the air and surroundings with glee.
A forest stretched behind him, full of trees that just now were starting to bloom. To the other three sides of the location, the hill dropped off sharply. To all sides, other massive hills, almost bordering on mountains, rose up, themselves blanketed in the luxurious green of springtime.
"Name and codename?" A female voice queried, earning her an irrate glare from the power.
"Paix Rossiter. Codename? Aimant," He looked over, and saw a woman with dark hair kneeling by him. She was clearly dressed for the weather, wearing a sundress that came to just above her knees.
"Pay Rossiter?"
"Paix."
"That's what I said."
"No. Paix. No Y in there anywhere."
"I didn't say a Y..."
"Yes, yes you did. You know, Pay? Pay-yuh?"
"Pay. I didn't go yuh at the end."
"You need an ear for it. Anyways, just spell my first name P-A-I-X, n'kay?"
"Payks?"
"For the love of God, take a French lesson, woman," He kipped to his feet, and took a moment to scoop up his jacket with his toe. He kicked it into the air, and snagged it before it began falling.
"Guild?" The woman, clearly wanting to end the questioning with the testy power.
"Holy Force," Paix muttered, and then turned away. He surveyed the battlefield. A set of aluminum bleachers incongruously sat near where he had been standing, facing out towards both the view of the hills, and a more precisely mowed square area. The battlegrounds for the tournament, he supposed. Having nothing better to do than wait, he hopped up to the third bench of the bleachers, and then spread his jacket back out again. With everything in APCARP being inside buidlings, any chance for sun was a gift.
OOC: Rules? Character must be an APCARP Power, any level. You may enter with more than one character if you'd like. I'll fill in up to a quarter of tournament roles with characters from my set if we find ourselves needing more to reach a number. Ideally, we'll either have eight entries or sixteen for a three/four round tournament.
Disregarding a glare from a woman with horns sprouting around the edges of her face and a prominent scar across her forehead, he turned a corner into a larger hall. Must be towards the interior of the layout... he concluded instantly, noticing the large glass windows dominating the wall to his left. The wall to the right was similarly covered, though instead of windows, it held a massive cork bulletin board, stretching the full length of the hallway. Many other individuals were looking at it intensely, occasionally plucking what appeared to be self-adhesive memos of various shades from it.
The man stalked by a section plastered in black and grey colored notes, each one with spidery writing in silver ink. He continued past a segment covered in green paper, this one with considerably more individuals picking through it. He paused at the middle of the hallway, where notes of many colors were placed haphazardly. He leaned back against the plate glass, bracing himself on it and scanning it for anything of interest.
His eye was caught by a white scrap of paper about halfway up the wall. It appeared to have a mist of blue across its face, almost like stationary or such.
Some poor b*stard doesn't know crap about the mission posting guidelines... He thought to himself, shoving off of the window and rocking to his feet.
He stalked over to the bulletin board, smirking, and reached up for the note. His fingers fell just a hair short. Rising to his toes, he gripped the note between his fingertips and then tore it down.
Normally, he'd hesitate more to destroy a briefing memo, but since this one defied the rule of single-color paper, it would have been destroyed anyways at the end of the day.
He raised the paper, and read it carefully.
"APCARP Power evaluation tournament! Want a chance to get bumped up to the next pay level? Here's your big chance! Tomorrow (5/12/09), we'll be holding a full-fledged single elimination tournament. All participants will receive a free meal as well as excuse from all ongoing Program duties. Other prizes will be rewarded based on Power turn out and performance! Several high ranking figures will be showing up, so bring your A Game and be prepared to fight! Bring this note to any APCARP Teleport Room to be sent to location."
The man paused, a puzzled look crossing his stubbled face. At the bottom was, stamped clearly, a carp standing on its tail, supporting the earth upon its jaws. The official APCARP insignia? He shoved the note in his pocket. Either they're legit, or somebody's going to be up a creek very soon...
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The sky was intense, vivid blue. White clouds, like fattened livestock, sprawled to either horizon, drifting lazily on the spring breeze. The man was sprawled out in the warm grass, basking in the sunshine. His jacket was stretched beneath him like a blanket at a picnic, baring his arms except for where the dark bags still covered them. He was ignoring the appearing powers, simply taking in the air and surroundings with glee.
A forest stretched behind him, full of trees that just now were starting to bloom. To the other three sides of the location, the hill dropped off sharply. To all sides, other massive hills, almost bordering on mountains, rose up, themselves blanketed in the luxurious green of springtime.
"Name and codename?" A female voice queried, earning her an irrate glare from the power.
"Paix Rossiter. Codename? Aimant," He looked over, and saw a woman with dark hair kneeling by him. She was clearly dressed for the weather, wearing a sundress that came to just above her knees.
"Pay Rossiter?"
"Paix."
"That's what I said."
"No. Paix. No Y in there anywhere."
"I didn't say a Y..."
"Yes, yes you did. You know, Pay? Pay-yuh?"
"Pay. I didn't go yuh at the end."
"You need an ear for it. Anyways, just spell my first name P-A-I-X, n'kay?"
"Payks?"
"For the love of God, take a French lesson, woman," He kipped to his feet, and took a moment to scoop up his jacket with his toe. He kicked it into the air, and snagged it before it began falling.
"Guild?" The woman, clearly wanting to end the questioning with the testy power.
"Holy Force," Paix muttered, and then turned away. He surveyed the battlefield. A set of aluminum bleachers incongruously sat near where he had been standing, facing out towards both the view of the hills, and a more precisely mowed square area. The battlegrounds for the tournament, he supposed. Having nothing better to do than wait, he hopped up to the third bench of the bleachers, and then spread his jacket back out again. With everything in APCARP being inside buidlings, any chance for sun was a gift.
OOC: Rules? Character must be an APCARP Power, any level. You may enter with more than one character if you'd like. I'll fill in up to a quarter of tournament roles with characters from my set if we find ourselves needing more to reach a number. Ideally, we'll either have eight entries or sixteen for a three/four round tournament.