NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:
Before we begin, I'd like mention a few stipulations for participation in this thread.

1) You play a character that fits the thread.

2) You do so with some skill and effort, effort being the more important of the two.

And now......

IC:

Main Office, North Rock Creek Public High School

Weapons were becoming a problem in Enyalius. They were even creeping their way down into the hands of young children.

The police seemed powerless to stop them, as well. Metal detectors were going to be installed over the coming holiday, as well.

Principal Charles Day sat back in his desk chair. Classes would be starting in a few minutes. The last day of first semester before the winter holidays.

Five weeks of no school, no work, yet he would get paid for it.

There was a knock on the door, and his secretary came in, looking visibly shaken.

"What is it?"

She extended a hand written note, silent. Day took it and read. Oh my God.....

B Wing, North Rock Creek Public High School

Jackson looked at the door, barricaded with desks. He nodded to two of the students covering the main entrance with AR26As. And they nodded back tightly, not all that distracted from their duty.

Jackson returned to the command center in room B-12, which ajoined room B-13, where the teachers and staff were being held under armed guard.

"You think that pansy little frosh got through with the message, Jackson?" one of his buddies asked him.

Jackson nodded. There would be Hell to pay for the school system.

<TAGGIT>

((Is this public knowledge yet?))

Mayor's Office, Rock Creek Town Hall

"They've done WHAT?!"

"Students have taken control of B-Wing at North, sir."

"Okay. This isn't good. What can we do?"

"Well, sir, there are their demands." The aide handed over a list.

We have seized control of the B-wing, and taken all the staff members hostage. We also have 250 students under our control.

We request the following things for the release of each of the staff members and students currently held hostage.

An increase in School Funding.

Relating Specifically to:
Improved Teaching Quality. We want teachers that actually know the subjects they are teaching, and are paid well to do it.
Modern Equipment and Textbooks. We do not want textbooks with our grandparents names in the front cover.
We want decent food in the cafeteria, not poison.

Do not attempt to retake the B-wing by force. We are well armed. Any attempt to retake the building will result in execution of hostages.

We have alerted the media as to this situation.

Students For Better Schools.

"Fuck."

Main Office, North Rock Creek Public High School

Principal Day glance out the window. How'd the media find out so damn fast? He looked at the counselors, police officers, and other assorted people in the Main Office.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen. Let's evacutate the rest of the school. We'll use the main office as a command point to organize how to reply. We can use the intercomm to talk with the students in B-wing. Suggestions on how to proceed?"

Sean Larson, a short sophomore with a bad case of acne, reached for his gun as someone opened the door. He relaxed when he identified Jackson. "You think that pansy little frosh got through with the message, Jackson?"

His friend nodded and moved on. Sean grinned in relief. No reason the kid should have had any troubles, but this whole situation was nerve-wracking. So far they had executed the plan flawlessly; they had control of B-wing and had taken more than twenty members of the staff as hostages without firing a shot. They had delivered their demands. This would work!

For a long time an indifferent school system had dominated the lives of its students. Now those students, led by Jackson, had a chance to change everything. Months of planning had payed off. The system would suffer.

A senior at the school, named Boris Kazovsky, looked up with piercing blue eyes at Jackson as he walked in. One of the other top plotters of this take over, Boris was quiet, but when he did speak up, it was often well thought out and useful advice. His hand drifted away from the AR26A, and he sat back in his seat a bit more. He gave a sharp nod of approval to Jackson, but remained silent, thinking about the next part of their plan.

<TAGGED>

Susan, a senior, glanced nervously around her. She sat next to Boris, they had anatomy and physiology together. She smiled weakly at him. Her stomach was in knots. She made eye contact with Jackson and didn't want to break it. She wanted to help out anyway she could, guns just made her nervous. She played with the button that was midchest. She kept opening and closing it. She took deep breathes. She had not choose to speak. She assumed they would ask her if she was needed. She thought maybe they were going to either use her for her looks to persuade or just her logical speaking techniques. She hadn't decided. She looked over at the boy with acne she didn't know who he was but he said, "You think that pansy little frosh got through with the message, Jackson?" She looked over at Jackson again. She moved closer to the edge of her seat waiting for his response. Her heart thumped louder and louder.

Joann Harris, the thirty-nine year old advanced chemistry teacher at North Rock Creek Public High School, had not come to work today expecting to have a gun aimed at her head. It was unexpected, and she didn't like the unexpected. The unexpected was also often the unpredictable, and when it was her head at stake she had a very deep dislike of the unpredictable. Sighing, she settled onto the edge of a table, staring off into space. "If this was about the cafeteria food, we could have just ordered pizza."

Boris noted Susan, the girl he had a couple of classes with, smile at him. He returned the smile thinly, thinking about what she could be used for. Everyone had a purpose to him, they were not merely humans, they were tools for him to utilize in his goals. His eyes flickered back to Susan. He knew she didn't like the sight of guns, he could tell from the nervous glances she kept giving those who were armed. She would remain loyal, though, of that he was sure. Boris was sure she would be a good spokesperson for the students, if this dragged out and the need for one arose.

"A more important question has come to mind, Jackson." Boris stated calmly. "What if the need for executions arises? Judging from previous history, no preliminary negotiations are taken, and a commando team is sent in right away to terminate all of us. We've got two choices. One, we hope a peaceable nation steps in and stops our demise, or two, we use the ony barganing chip we have; the hostages' lives."

"What!" Susan fell off her chair and landed hard on her butt. "Ouch!" She stood up, alittle red faced, but with a frown on. "You can't tell me we have hostages and are going to use them. That would be bringing us to their level. Jackson, what do you have in mind?" She met him straight on, but her knees were shaking and her voice shook with her body. She hadn't intended on harming anyone. She never would do it.

Kyle Davidson had only been a teacher at the school since the beginning of the school year, only having just qualified for the teaching profession. It had always been his choice of careering, hoping to give back to others a little of what he had got himself.

The day had started off as usually, a brief chat in the teacher's lounge before making his way to classes, preparing himself for the students and the lesson ahead. He had always considered himself a fair teacher, sure he could be harsh when it was necessary, but on the whole, he'd tried to befriend the people in his charge.

Now he sat in a room, surrounded by students with guns, threatening violence and possibly worse, some of whom had been sitting in his class not moments ago. His eyes falling upon the ring leaders, wondering exactly how far they were willing to take this to get what they wanted.

He ran his hands through his short brown hair, giving it a dishevelled appearance, matching perfectly with his somewhat messed up clothes, which had been pristine until he'd fallen during a struggle when this mess had started. He sat silently, listening and waiting, trying to assertain exactly what these students intended to do.

"Of course we're going to use the hostages." Boris answered quietly. "The only question is to what extent."

His eyes flickered over to one of the teachers, Mr. Davidson, and gave him a slightly menacing look. Other than that, his eyes held no emotion.

Susan reached for Boris and then stopped. Her jaw was lax and her lower lip quivered. She looked at Mr. Davidson and her eyes welled up with tears. She had liked him, he reminded her of her older brother, by three minutes, that had died recently. Surely, these students knew her twin brother Tom, co-captain of the basketball team. Yet, they didn’t know that Mr. Davidson reminded her of Tom. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into. She was not the one to cause problems; she was the one who assisted others in solving them. She did want to help with this, but she had no idea of hostages, nor any idea they were to harm them. Yet, by the look in Boris’s eyes told her otherwise.

She spoke softly then her voice rose with emotion, “Surely, you had no intention on harming this teacher. If you hold to the issues you demanded, our NEW teacher has nothing to do with the past here and I see no logic in having him involved. If, however, you want a person to be a lesson to the others you might want to have a person that has been involved and participated in our school’s development, or lack of, you might want to turn to our superintendent. I believe he has sat on the board of education for quite some time, if I am not mistaken for about twenty years. Surely, his time on that committee would have affected us. Therefore, I think this should be directed towards him, not Mr. Davidson.”

Susan put her chin up and spoke louder, “I will not aid in the destruction of a person I feel did nothing wrong. I feel that we would put a bystander in danger when the real threat is still out there.” She wiped her wet hands down her low cut snug jeans and rearranged her tank top.

From his seat on a desk, Sean glared at Susan. The situation was stressful enough without some girl deciding she was having second thoughts. "Then we'll use you. I bet a bunch of people would say you've done something wrong here!" He sneered at her. "What did you expect? If you take hostages, you have to be prepared to kill hostages. You can't just say, 'Oh, this guy's new so we won't hurt him!' What makes him so special? Just the fact that he's new?" He pointed his gun at the aforementioned Davidson with a shake of his head. "Wrong place at the wrong time. So sorry, Kyle, sucks for you." He twitched his finger and snapped up his wrist in a pantomime of firing before putting the gun back down. "Everyone may still get out of this alive... if they meet our demands. If not, then...well..." He drew his forefinger across his throat, and shrugged.

Tom sat upon a desk, watching the student hostages. He stroked his weapon, waiting for a reason to use it.

Tom was never really popular at school. Everyone used to call him a 'goth' or a 'freak'. They never got to know him, they just judged. Not anymore. Now he had the power. The others feared him now.

His black hair hung over his face, dark eyes watched from behind the hair. Tom was around six feet and well built. He would strike the ladies' attention if it wasn't for his apparent 'fashion disaster'. He only wore black. Tom felt comfortable in black, so he wore it.

His trench coat also held a glock and a flick knife, both his own. He also wore a simple black t-shirt and long black pants.

Tom had been in deep thought ever since the situation had begun. He knew he probably wouldn't live past this incident, but he didn't care. He didn't have anything to live for anyway. Two more years of school, then what? Nothing!

He continued to think, whilst gaurding the students.

All of a sudden the ground started to shake. A huge shadow creeped over the hostages. "I get to eat you if the demands are not met." said the boy. Who was clearly wider than he was tall. "Don't scare them like that Dumycz!! We want the outside to understand we are compassionate more than anything." Boris said "If you are so hungry why dont you go raid the cafeteria? It is in this wing." Dumycz thought about the 2 flights of stairs he would have to take to reach the cafeteria. Dumycz then took his hand and jammed it into his belly fat and grabbed a 2 Kilogram bag of Potato Chips. "I knew it was a good idea to save this for later." Tom and the hostages looked on with sickening look.


After Dumycz finished his 'snack' he began to pace. "What do you want now?" asked Boris "I'm thirsty!" Dumycz began to cry. "Oh shit make him stop!! He'll flood the entire wing!" One of the hostages showed Boris a key. He whispered something into his ear. "I have all the drink you could want." Dumycz stopped crying and the edges of his mouth began to curl. Boris unlocked the pop machine in the hallway. Dumycz gasped in joy and immidiately went to the machine "Oh yeah, thanks boss!" Dumycz said as he poured the sugary drinks over his face. All was well, for now.

Tom cocked his weapon as the fat student babbled on. He continued to death stare the boy as he went to get a drink.

Outside Rock Creek

“Kids take Teachers Hostage” thought Seamus O’Hack (for it is he!) as he drove his trademark beaten-up VW camper-van towards Hicksville, Anyalius. “What the hell sort of stunt is that?”

The ace Wombat News reporter was having a bad week. First, Roania had threatened to off him after that story about him and Vrak, now his editor had sent him out into redneck country to cover some piss-ant little story about a bunch of nut-job students kidnapping their teachers! What a f***ing waste of time and his talent!

Seamus thought about how he might get out of this dead-end job as soon as he could – anything to get out of Hicksville as soon as he could!

“Now, what the hell is this place called again?” he thought, glancing at the map on the seat next to him. “Oh, yeah. Right. Rock Creek.” His lips curled in a sneer. “What a waste. Wombat News’ finest. To cover this crap!”

As he drove over the brow of the hill, the whole town spread out before him. He sneered again. “Bet the beer’s warm, the whisky’s watered, and the women frigid,” he muttered to himself.

Crossing town limits, he headed for the town hall.

OOC: He should look at it this way. No Roanian assassins can find Rock Creek, let alone one reporter in Rock Creek.

Susan's eyes widened at the sight of the gun. She had no idea Sean would show such aggression. She smiled at him. "I would rather die than an innocent. I came here to help. Not to hurt. Hurt me before you hurt them." She met and did not leave Sean's eye contact. She stood inbetween the gun barrel and Mr. Davidson. Her heart pounded rapidly against her chest and her lungs squeezed oxygen to deliver to her cells. As he put the gun down she relaxed for the time being. She gasped a sigh of relief.

She sat down next to Tom. He was two years younger than her, but she knew of him. She smiled nervously.

She watched Dumycz stumble around in search of food. She thought to herself who invited this guy. He is a hazard to himself. She went into her backpack and rummaged for her apple. She pulled it out. Well, at least it will be healthier than the chips. She gave it to him. Then he was off in search of more unhealthy habits, caffiene and sugar. Susan thought maybe if she kept herself busy it would stop the confusions her body was going through. The sight of the gun freaked the life out of her.

Jackson watched as the students bickered among themselves, at least, until he'd decided that was enough.

He kept his voice, calm, though the power in it was quite clear.

Nodding in thanks to Boris for dealing with Dumycz, he kept an eye watching Tom at all times.

"Susan, if you don't want us to hurt them, that's fine. I don't particularly want to hurt them either. It's not really their fault. Wrong place, wrong time." His voice shifted, became slightly angrier. "But if you ever question, me, Boris, Sean, or the plan again, you will be the first one to join them. Do you undertand?"

He waited until she responded, and then continued. "Now go calm down the freshmen in B-17. We don't need to have them panic. I trust Carlos up there, but he will kill each and everyone of them if they panic."

He looked at Tom. "Tom, can you do something for me? Watch Dumycz. If he starts getting ideas about the food in the cafeteria, kill him. We don't need him to destroy our food reserves if we're here for a while."

He sat with Boris and Sean. They had fifty armed students and ten unarmed ones guarding 248 student hostages and 27 staff hostages. The food in the cafeteria would last for six days. They had 5 of the unarmed students bottling water from taps before it got cut off, if it did.

If only more of the students agreed with us. But they're all too damn apathetic.

Susan out of her own surprise ran up and hugged Jackson. "I will see what I can do." She backed away, shock her head to try and make sense of everything and ran out the door.

She walked up over to where B-17 was located and found the freshman. Some of them she recognized from her counciling sensions with the lower classes. She went over to the girls she knew and hugged and whispered it will be okay. She went to the head of the each classroom to address the students. "Can I have anyone attention, please?" She paused while the room quieted. "I know the way some of you feel. I can't explain it right now, but I understand." Her voice shook with each sound. She took a deep breath and continued. "I know we all can get through this, but I need you assistance. Come on I am only one girl and we all need to stick together. We are all here for the same basic needs. Whether it be for an educational purpose, social purpose, musical purpose, althetic purpose or our parents just making us. We all share something in common. We all need to work together to solve these problems. Yeah, all of you are new to this school, but you see the problems we have already. I have been here four years now and we just don't want you all to go through with what we had to. That is why you need to cooperate with us." She looked around the room. Most of the students were listening and paying attention. She smiled, "Now, are ya with us? We need things changed here." Most of the students responded yes. Susan nodded with them. She went over to a student holding a gun and said, "I don't think we need those here."

She made her way back to the room where Jackson, Boris, and Sean were. She walked in, there was a bounce to her step. "I know I am being really optimistic, but I think we have most of the freshmen with us. I just didn't tell them what we needed them to do." She sat down in a chair. "I was going to let you do that. Obviously, I do not know what you want them to do. I just convinced them they needed to help us out." She diverted her eyes down and meekly said, "I hope that is what you want."

Boris stayed silent throughout the whole argument. He was beginning to dislike Susan more and more, she would only jepordize their cause.

"Hopefully he'll drink himself to death." Boris commented to himself after Dumycz left.

As Susan went to go calm down the freshmen in the other room, Boris gave Jackson a severe look and voiced his thoughts in a clinical tone. "If she keeps this up, I say we kill her silently. Otherwise she'll continue to create tensions whether she knows it or not, we'll lose control of the situation, and we'll either kill each other or be killed by a team that's sent in when we arne't paying attention. Speaking of that, how long did that message say they have until we start taking action?"

After saying that, he looked over at Tom and sized him up quickly. From what he could infer, he was deeply disturbed, and could snap easily. An excellent resource. Whatever feelings he had could easily be channelled towards a certain goal. Easily manipulated, Boris' favorite kind of person. As Susan walked back in, Boris nodded thoughtfully and even gave her a small smile, as though he had never been plotting her death.

((I love playing the mastermind. :D ))

OOC: Now, how can I not respond to that. Torture I tell you. Good one Cyber( :twisted: ) Susan die :cry: Now, now. "Don't hate me because I am beautiful" :P

((Haha, kinda like the New Awakening thread. That was hard as hell to think up responses to. And you know I hate thinking :P . Anyway, Susan doesn't have to die, but she can always come close... :twisted: ))

OOC: I did come up with ones you had trouble with. So, there! :P If Susan does come close, then I will make Susan make Boris regret it for all it is worth. I can be like this too... :twisted: :roll:

((Muahahaha, we'll see...))

It is on!!!!!!! Bring it on!!!! :tantrum:

Tom nodded to Jackson and began to move out. He looked up to see Boris looking at him. He met the glaze with his ice cold eyes. He knew Boris was smart. And he didn't trust him.

Without saying a word, Tom left the room and went after Dumycz.

bump

OOC: Ah, the holiday season. A great time for burgeoning threads to die. Let's see if they can be revived.

IC: Sean found himself nodding to Boris's words. He had never known Boris that well, but he thought he might like the guy. Susan, though...Sure, she was hot, and she got along with people well enough, but she was naive, an idiot who might get them all killed. Dumycz was just a fat moron, useful to hide behind if it came down to a firefight, maybe, but nothing more than that. And Tom, he feared, was closer to the edge than he himself was; and Sean was struggling for self-control. With half an ear he listened to Jackson order Tom to watch Dumcyz. He looked at some of the others, of whom none had played a major role yet.

After a few minutes of nervous fidgeting, he took a deep breath and looked at Jackson. "I think I'll follow her," he said, getting up from the desk. When his friend nodded, he strode towards the door, only to find Susan opening it.

"I know I am being really optimistic," she said, approaching a chair, "but I think we have most of the freshmen with us. I just didn't tell them what we needed them to do. I was going to let you do that. Obviously, I do not know what you want them to do. I just convincd them they needed to help us out. I hope that is what you want."

Sean exchanged glances with Boris, rolled his eyes, and turned back to the door. Who knew what she had been up to? He hurried to B-17.

((Yes, lets.))

Boris merely offered Tom a thin, slightly devious smile as he left. He also gave Sean a nearly invisible nod. He liked the kid.

"Well, people usually do whatever you tell them when there's a gun in their face. Until they'll take a bullet for me, I'm not convinced." He said with a smirk, only half-joking.

"And would you do the same for them? This is two sided you know."

Michael never liked guns. They were everywhere and they just scared the shit out of him. He opened his eyes from a short snooze in the back of B-17 to the sight gun barrel, a sight to which he had grown far to familiar with recently, having been held at gunpoint and robbed of money and shoes twice this past year.

He sighed, as Susan finished her little speech, he admired her words and sympathised, school had never really presented much of a challange to his intellegence, it was a time for change but he just never had the confidence to make his own stand, he was a follower. But unfortunatly for him it was a little late to join this coup, ah well, he sighed better just keep my fingers crossed that the outcome is for the better, prefferably with his life inact...

On the upper floor, in B-17, Carlos watched the students with a thin smile, his booted feet slung over the desk, flipping the safety on the Skorpio on and off. The cheap, ex-Soviet SMG had been owned by his father, an avid gun collector. Carlos, a whiz with mechanical things, had put it back together easily, and now it held the students down. Sure, that blonde bitch can smile and nod, but I can spit lead death. He felt an almost irrational urge to laugh. Goddamn, we're actually doing it!

His whole body twitched. This is real? Shit! Everything was surreal, like an episode on TV. He could almost see himself in third person, holding down the other students. I wonder if any of them are thinking of fighting back? He patted his copy of Das Capital and grinned to the History Teacher, Mr. Anderson. "So, teach, I told ya I learned my history. This is called a coup de tat, I believe." He toggled the PA system on from his desk, listened the conversations below.

He was, what the others called a "tech guru". While he knew he couldn't go head to head with Boris on sheer brains, he was the builder, the innovator, the adapter. While the idea for the coup had generated elsewhere, the know how was his. It was he who had worked out the way to enter, the exact motions to secure the wing, the most efficient way to control the building. Likewise, the bombs inside the numerous backpacks were his design, his homemade "babies", made from homemade triple-f powder and wax. "Plastique, man." he muttered to himself.

He had been everything his parents had wanted... cool, collected, organized. But he didn't care. He used his guile to slide through, never putting more effort than he needed. And he didn't like people. Give me a circuit board, a motor, a chemical. Let me work, don't get near me. Some would call him anti-social, while it was merely a desire for efficiency, and maybe deep-down, some actual shyness. This had always been a concept to him, a challenge to see if he really could take down the school. Because of this, he was in charge of the backup plan, the last option Jackson had: homemade bombs and enough home pool chlorinated shock powder to kill everyone inside.

But now that he was here, past the point of no return, he doubted himself a little. Is this right? Screw it. It's too late. I'm in for the haul now. Carlos waited.

OOC: Okay if I join?

i like the way this Rp is unfolding...student by the name of Dominque vanthastle? i really want a peice of this, i won't try none of that kung fu shit or 1 man army, i understand we will all work togeather

Age:17
Race:austrian/extange student
Physical description: 6'1, 230Lbs,well built,dark hair,blue eyes,white pants,white turtle neck,leather jacket,


Armed with

Glock 21,hunting knife,

here it goes...


Dominque Paced back and forth in the cafiteria sweat beads rolling down his forehead, thumb sliding up and down the handle of his pistol then he looked at the 4 cafiteria ladies on the floor in front of him spread out, "nobody move! im getting a drink and stop your wining it's driving me crazy!" he shouted. He moved behind the counter and set the glock down and pulled a pepsi out of the icebox,opened it and sipped letting out a sigh of relief as the cold fluid slid down his throat. Dominque wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket,stuck the glock in the front of his pants then had a seat on the counter.

He hadn't seen another one of the kids sence this attack took place, once and awhile people would outburst words but too faint to make out, some one else had to be upstairs with him despite the situation lonlyness and fear were setting in from the noiseless surroundings

Boris narrowed his eyes at Susan.

"No." He stated simply.

Sean slowed down as he reached the top of the stairs. There it was, room B-17, the temporary residence of twenty seven of the captured freshmen. He paused outside to listen, then peeked through the glass where, to his relief, everything looked normal. There were the two guards (what were their names again? The guy sitting on the desk was Carlos, and the other, the freshman who blinked a lot, was...Jason? That seemed right) and all the freshmen, currently sitting quietly.

He knocked and entered. Jason stood up a little straighter when he saw Sean, but Carlos just kicked his heels and smiled his little smile. Sean shrugged. Carlos had made the bombs; he was as deeply in the cacky as any of them, and, more importantly, he could be trusted not to do something completely stupid. He motioned to Jason.

After the kid(blinking a lot, Sean noticed ruefully) hurried over, he said in a low voice, "Just a couple of questions: First off, was Susan just here?" Jason nodded. "What did she say?"

Blink. "She just told everyone to stay calm." Blinkblink. "She asked if any of them were with us, and a lot of them-"blink"-said yes. I believed them."

"Anything else?"

"Not really..." Blinkblinkblinkblink.

"Not really?" Sean asked, dreading those words.

"Well..." Jason drew out the word with extreme reluctance. "She did say she didn't think we needed the guns anymore."

Sean cursed. "Stupid bitch!" When some of the freshmen looked up, he glared at them until they looked back down and lowered his voice, again muttering. "Stupid bitch."

"I don't know that she's stupid, really," said Jason. "Just idealistic."

Sean snorted. "Yeah, well, maybe Miss Idealistic will get us all killed."

Jason coughed nervously. "Yeah, Carlos thought we should keep our guns, too."

"Good." Sean nodded, then locked his eyes with Jason's. "Good. Listen, I'm heading back now. Carlos has a good head on his shoulders. If you want to keep your head on your shoulders, take his advice. Got me?"

Jason nodded. Sean left.

As Sean walk out, Carlos commented to him. "Hey, do you know where the school security guard's office is?" he approached, speaking quietly. "Yeah, I know he usually only has an umbrella, but he should have walkie-talkies. We can keep the different rooms in contact, and I think we might be able to tap police bands. You know, get a heads up." he turned back to the room, not overtly threatening, but letting everyone know he was watching. He motioned for the other kid to keep the room covered. "How are things below?" his tone was neutral and whispered, but the grudges between Susan, Tom, and Boris were well known. "Is it still under control?"

Dominque walked out from behind the counter lifted the cafiteria ladies to their feet and nuged them towards the door,"walk! common i don't have all the time in the world to get you downstairs". He led them downstairs and walked in B-17 and eyed the armed kids,"got 4 more for you guys and thought you might want some pepsi, whole fridge fulla it upstairs", Dominque exclaimed tossing them cans. The secound hand on the clock kept ticking everytime it moved and was getting to Dominques last nerve,the state of things were already stressful but he kept his cool,they didn't need anymore panic and people crying. So he sat rolling one of the bullets from his clip back and forth on the desk finding it somwhat amusing as hostages eyes followed it aswell,finally he got tired of the game quickly replaced the bullet and slid the clip back in the gun cocking it in 1 motion. "hey you carlos?nice to meet you im Dominque, i think you were in my Phys Ed class before,get some conversation going..haha break the tension"...

Carlos noded. "Right. We had that twenty minute dodgeball standoff." he let what might have been a grin cross his face, and he caught the Pepsi. "Thanks." He glanced at the terrified students. "Deep shit, huh?"

Oh man this is great.
Erm.... sorry for the intrusion.

Dumycz overheard about the need for police scanners. He knew where they were, after all the ass he was kissing in the school he knew its insides where the chemicals were, where the earthquake rations were, where the guns were. He knew that inside the security office were hidden various semi-automatics, ammo, and staff rations, usefull if they were going to be here awhile. Dumycz had also overheard the need to kill him if he went to the cafeteria. He wasn't ready to become a human target. He needed to impress Boris but how? If he could get at all that stuff. He figured out a way. Dumycz began to jump, and jump, and jump. Everyone else including Tom who was just seconds from pulling the trigger on Dumycz ducked in cover. They were all thinking earthquake, but when the dust cleared Dumycz was no where to be seen. Tom peered over the now cratered hallway. Tom was amazed at what he saw. The security office. He knew that he had to keep this fat fuck alive for know. Squeeze some information out of him, and then send him off to have the same fate as a few of the hostages. Boris was now peering over the hole. Stunned by what he saw he stepped back and thought for a second. Then he sent Tom in to fish what ever he could from the security office. "Ha, ha, ha, Done in by your own weight. I hope you die in this hole" Mike looked over to see Tom standing there proud like he accomplished something. Mike was going to be stuck here. But Boris won't forget his sacrifice. As Tom left the crator he pulled out a can of pop and shook it. the opened it allowing to spill into the crater, and in to where Dumycz now lay. "Drink fucker"

Boris took a step back from the hole. He wasn't expecting this, no matter how many scenarios he ran through his head.

"Um...ok, then. Well, we got more stuff..." He said, wholeheartedly stunned.

((LMAO!))

Dominque sat there eyeing all the hostages, he looked at carlos and said "what the f---- was that, earthquake?, Austria is not bad for those but this is crazy". He stood up and carefully edged to the door and looked out,"they got the surcurity office open!! haha yeah!" he exclaimed rushing into the hallway and through the hole, Dominque looked at Dumycz and nodded then went strait got a caged gun case which held what he wanted the most, H&K MP5. Dominque smashed at the lock with his Glock handle,took 2 steps back and fired off a round,he heard screaming through out the school,as quickly as the doors opened the MP5 was in his hands,back to b-17 he went.

The shaking made Carlos stumble. Someone in the class moved, and the Skorpio flipped into Carlos's hand, the safety clicking off. The gun barrel lined up on the nearest student who stumbled forward. The student reared up, and Carloss eyes narrowed, the trigger tensed slightly. Time froze for a second, and no one breathed. They stood there, Carlos in a half crouch, the other student almost on him. Their eyes met, and Carlos recognized the other student. Freshman football Captain. His name's Alex, I think. Real hotshot.

"Don't!" Carlos yelled at him, the Skorpio nearly touching Alex's heart. "Back off."

Alex's eyes narrowed, and the hulking freshman stepped back, his eyes glaring. He's a hothead, and he wants to play hero. This dipshit could have ruined things. "Sit down!" Carlos commanded. He cocked his head towards his accomplice. "Hog tie the jackass. I don't wanna waste lead on his thick skull."

He called back into the hallway. "What the hell is going on out there?"

Dominque strolled in the room and kicked the jock in the gut, he hit the floor,"get down d--- head before i fill you fulla so much lead you can use your d--- for a pencil",i have no idea what happened out there but that Dumycz kid was behind it,and cheak out the new toy!"exclaimed Dominque holding the MP5 out. He bent over and handcuffed the football captain to the locked drawer on the teachers desk,"ill watch em carlos,go find some new toys like this haha, o and to all you who think you wanna be a hero, just DONT! or you shall recieve special treatment like this gentleman here" bellowed Dominque kicking him in the guts again.

Carlos nodded. "Right." he picked up one of the book bags and commented quietly, "You know what to do with that if things get bad." he glanced pointedly at the remaining explosive filled bags. With a last disgusted glance at the moron getting pounded, he slipped out of the room, into the security office.

He stepped in something sticky. Soda? he noticed the fat kid licking it up. I should just shoot him. He pushed him away and scanned the desk. Security cameras, PA access control, radios, the umbrella, a looted ammo locker. I can use this. He grabbed the radio, toggled it on. He made sure it was default channel. "All students, this is Carlos, switch to channel 37, it's clean." he flipped over, waited for the others. "Okay, I've got access to the school's camera network. Anything happens, I'll let you know." he glanced at everyone's locations. "Status update? The cops will be here soon." He glanced at the external camera.

Dominque sat on the teachers desk and smiled then addressed the captives,"good day people,im your sub untill carlos gets back,im Dominque as some of you might know,you can call me your magisty" he grinned and put the MP5 on it's strap around his neck,a pretty blonde girl looked up at him and said "please what do you want,let us go we havn't done a thing!", he stood up and walked over to her,"right but you must be used as an example,please do nothing foolish..it would be a shame to waste a thing like you..that asshole on the other hand"he glared at the football captain,"if worst comes to worse for being the fool that YOU are will hopefully get me clear of this hellish mess of course with my machine gun to your back,don't give me an excuse to use this beautiful peice of weponry". Wimpers came from the crowd,"jus treat me with respect,keep quiet..im stressed out already as it is and i won't have to lay you out". He strolled over to the door and looked into the hallway,it was bare except for binders and papers scatterd everywhare,"hey carlos! there walkie talkies in there!" he bellowed..

Carlos heard the call. Damnit. Thought he had one. He scampered out of the office, grabbing two more radios. He re-entered B-17. "Got 'em right here." he spun them to the correct channel. "Here's a spare, too. You got this room? I managed to get the cameras online, and I can control it from the Security Room."

Dominque looked at him and said,"yeah i got this room...wish i had some of the god dammed music from my car though..techno" he grinned,"wait here for like 2 minutes, i gotta run to the cafiteria..be right back", he jogged out the door and for the stairs..

Carlos flipped back into his chair, opened the desk drawer. Rubix cube? That's fun. He chucked the cube into his backpack. He glanced back at the class. "Are we having fun?" he asked.

There was a terrified silence.

He sighed. "Listen, this will all be over soon. Just stay cool, and you won't be hurt. Act stupid, and..." he pointed to the unconscious freshman. "You get the point."

Dominque jogged up the stairs and was about to enter the cafiteria when a kid came out of the washroom and booked down the hallway,"hold it ill f------ing shoot you!!" he yelled, but the kid kept running,Dominque put the walkie talkie to his mouth and yelled"Kid secound floor loose in the hallways!! he's crusin on foot,what do i do!!"..

Already outside the room, Sean had replied over his shoulder, "Yeah, Jackson has a police scanner already. Good idea, though. I'll check out the security office."

Pausing a moment at the top of the stairs, he watched one of the guys on guard duty walk into the room Sean had just left with some of the cafeteria ladies. What was that about? He frowned for a minute before dismissing it. Suddenly he had a strong urge to get back downstairs.

However, he had only gone down two steps before the stairs seemed to buck underneath his feet. Losing his balance, Sean pitched down headfirst.

Everything went black.

OOC: Wow. Throw this post in between my last one, Carlos's question to Sean, and Dumcyz's return.

Dominque raced through the hallways pursuing the kid,he hadn't even looked back just kept running,"ill fill you full of holes fool stop!!"he bellowed,but still he was ignored. He really didn't wanna fire the wepon and gun him down,it had to be a last resort then the kid ducked into the science lab,Dominque crept up to the open door and peeked around the corner,the kid was nowhare in sight and the room dark,"hey who evers listening,i need some help upstairs A-12,i donno what this guy is plotting!"he spat into the walkie talkie..

OOC: Forum ate my last post so I have to re-post and catch up.

IC: Susan was sick of his shit. She grabbed Boris and pulled him aside. "Okay, I know you don't like me and well I don't like you. But we need to make this go smoothly. So, why don't you stay out of my way and I stay out of your way. Kapesh?" She walked over to were some of the guns were located on a table and grabbed one that looked similar in about every feature to her dad's. It was a Taurus Tracker .17 HMR (It is amazing how much info. is on the internet!!) Her father had shown her how to use one and this one she could use. She picked it up and checked to see if it was loaded. Sure enough the barrel was full. She smiled and looked back at Boris and winked. She began to get thirsty, the thought of using it made her dry and almost cause her to vomit, better get some sprite or 7-up to calm her stomach. She walked out into the hallway.

OOC: Okay, this is where she is at when the "earthquake" hits.

IC: She lost her step and fell to her knees. Her eyes were wide. An earthquake, what the hell is happening. When it stopped she ran down the hall. She was comming up on the security room, it was open. Good then they could watch for the police. She saw the fat kid. Way to use his weight. She shook her head though cause he was stuck. She heard yelling and followed it to the science lab. She peeked in and saw Dominique pointing his gun at a kid. "What the hell is going on Dominique?" She stepped in all the way. The gun was at her side, byt her right hip. "Ya need any help?"

OOC: Forum ate my last post so I have to re-post and catch up.

IC: Susan was sick of his shit. She grabbed Boris and pulled him aside. "Okay, I know you don't like me and well I don't like you. But we need to make this go smoothly. So, why don't you stay out of my way and I stay out of your way. Kapesh?" She walked over to were some of the guns were located on a table and grabbed one that looked similar in about every feature to her dad's. It was a Taurus Tracker .17 HMR (It is amazing how much info. is on the internet!!) Her father had shown her how to use one and this one she could use. She picked it up and checked to see if it was loaded. Sure enough the barrel was full. She smiled and looked back at Boris and winked. She began to get thirsty, the thought of using it made her dry and almost cause her to vomit, better get some sprite or 7-up to calm her stomach. She walked out into the hallway.

OOC: Okay, this is where she is at when the "earthquake" hits.

IC: She lost her step and fell to her knees. Her eyes were wide. An earthquake, what the hell is happening. When it stopped she ran down the hall. She was comming up on the security room, it was open. Good then they could watch for the police. She saw the fat kid. Way to use his weight. She shook her head though cause he was stuck. She heard yelling and followed it to the science lab. She peeked in and saw Dominique pointing his gun at a kid. "What the hell is going on Dominique?" She stepped in all the way. The gun was at her side, byt her right hip. "Ya need any help?"

Dominque looked at susan then the door and said "this kid came rushing out of the washroom and i chased him through the hall..then he ran into the dark science lab, i have no idea whats going on..god knows what he could defend himself with in there". Susan looked puzzled then Dominque stepped in the doorway carefully straining to see what was in front of him..there were no windows in this lab therefore it was pitch dark,"common kid! don't make us shoot you,i should because u made me run"he yelled, then somthing heavy slammed into Dominques arm and the MP5 went off lighting up the room it sprayed the roof as he hit the floor with a thud,"susan! im down!! a desk with wheels hit me!!" he scremed,he quickly got to his feet and backed out of the doorway into the fully light hallway.

While all this is happening...The troops of Colodia surround the school...the troops include 10 tanks, 500 infantry, 10 snipers, and 20 Alaskan Huskies

Supreme Commander Kevin walks past his men to the front lines...ready to give his traditional seconds-before-death-speech-and-then-some-orders

Comrades! We have journied here in a total of 10 minutes thanks to the superior technology of the Colodian Empire! We suffered many losses in past battles, and this is no exception

For the motherland! Fight for victory or die trying! Any cowards that retreat are deemed "cowards" and "traitors of the motherland" and will be dealt with as such....which means you'll be shot!

Fight! For glory! For our freedom! For our beer! For our motherlaaaaaand!

*the many men rush to the school in a blaze of bullets and screaming*

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Went the soldiers


(Hmm...should I continue? Or should I back away from this Role play...YOU decide)

While all this is happening...The troops of Colodia surround the school...the troops include 10 tanks, 500 infantry, 10 snipers, and 20 Alaskan Huskies

Supreme Commander Kevin walks past his men to the front lines...ready to give his traditional seconds-before-death-speech-and-then-some-orders

Comrades! We have journied here in a total of 10 minutes thanks to the superior technology of the Colodian Empire! We suffered many losses in past battles, and this is no exception

For the motherland! Fight for victory or die trying! Any cowards that retreat are deemed "cowards" and "traitors of the motherland" and will be dealt with as such....which means you'll be shot!

Fight! For glory! For our freedom! For our beer! For our motherlaaaaaand!

*the many men rush to the school in a blaze of bullets and screaming*

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Went the soldiers


(Hmm...should I continue? Or should I back away from this Role play...YOU decide)

OOC: Not my story to decide.

IC: Crazy kid is going to get himself killed. She rushed into the room. With her gun reached outward and her finger twitching over the trigger. "Don't make me shot. I will to defend myself." She bent down, still guarding herself. She braced one shoulder against the desk and pushed. She grabbed Dominique's shoulder and pulled him onto his feet. She flipped the switch on and pointed her gun at the kid. "I wouldn't try anything kid. I may not shot, but I am pretty sure he will. Now, come here before I let him do anything." The kid came out with her and she handed him over to Dominique, "Here, he is yours. I want to go check the security room and see what is happening. Or do you need me to stay?"

((Please, don't send in a bunch of troops. Theres no way we can stand against that many soldiers, much less 10 tanks. This RP is getting good, and if any soldiers come in, then it just ruins the rythym we got going. :) Besides, do you even have a reason to be helping the nation that started this?))

Carlos checked the hall to see Susan come running back his way. "Hey? What's pick up a radio in the office and switch it to channel 37. It's the smaller dial on the left side. We need to keep in contact!"

((do i gotta put these things around what I say if I wanna talk outside of roleplay? heh...this is my first roleplay...and yeah...i'll quit with the troops....i was playing Call of Duty and felt a need to post some some of that stuff here...))

Tom watched as the fat kid breached the security office. He was ready to shoot him but he noticed the gear within the office.

Upon deciding it wasn't necessary, Tom entered the office and picked up a radio, baton and some ammo for his glock.

Dominque pushed the kid down on this knees and put the hunting blade to his throat, "i wanna slit you ear to ear and watch you die! you have no idea how stressed out i am and the extents i will goto!" he bellowed, the kid said nothing just kept his head back showing no fear to the threat, "whats the matter are you stupid! blind?" he pushed the knife a little closer and glanced at susan who was stareing at him looking fearful. It was silent for a period of time then the kid said," you don't scare me asshole, if i got ahold of that gun now i would kill you", Dominque's jaw dropped and he put his head inches away from the boys and wispered in his ear,"you wanna die?", all of a sudden the boy drew his head back and cracked him in the jaw sending the hunting knife flying and Dominque crashing to the floor, he then withdrew his glock as the boy went at Susan and squeezed the trigger 3 times, the lifeless body slouched up against the wall and slid to the floor. Dominque looked at Susan then at his trembleing hand,felt his face with was streaming with blood from his nose and lip and slowly lowerd the gun waiting for Susan to say somthing, he started to come to his defence then shut up and waited for Susans shock to fade away, but the boy still moved and and made noises as blood came out of his mouth.

Tom heard the shots but didn't care. It didn't bother him if anyone else died. It didn't even bother him if he died. With the SMG slung over his shoulder and a baton in hand, Tom left the office and walked over to Dumcyz.

"Do not cause anymore trouble or I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of you."

Tom's voice was ice cold, like his eyes as he addressed the fat student.

Dominque pushed the kid down on this knees and put the hunting blade to his throat, "i wanna slit you ear to ear and watch you die! you have no idea how stressed out i am and the extents i will goto!" he bellowed, the kid said nothing just kept his head back showing no fear to the threat, "whats the matter are you stupid! blind?" he pushed the knife a little closer and glanced at susan who was stareing at him looking fearful. It was silent for a period of time then the kid said," you don't scare me asshole, if i got ahold of that gun now i would kill you", Dominque's jaw dropped and he put his head inches away from the boys and wispered in his ear,"you wanna die?", all of a sudden the boy drew his head back and cracked him in the jaw sending the hunting knife flying and Dominque crashing to the floor, he then withdrew his glock as the boy went at Susan and squeezed the trigger 3 times, the lifeless body slouched up against the wall and slid to the floor. Dominque looked at Susan then at his trembleing hand,felt his face with was streaming with blood from his nose and lip and slowly lowerd the gun waiting for Susan to say somthing, he started to come to his defence then shut up and waited for Susans shock to fade away, but the boy still moved and and made noises as blood came out of his mouth.

[ooc: There room for one more?

Name - Joanne Stickers
Age - 16

Practically precocious philosopher and political theorist. Doesn't care for anything else - she could be on the fast track to scholarships and the like, but just doesn't want to. Would cheerfully deconstruct the linguistic biases in her examination papers and refuse to answer questions.

Obstructively resentful and angry with authority figures, and cynical to her peers. Can be quite warm if you know her, and not averse to dispensing wisdom. Needs anger management.]

Joanne (Or Jo, as she prefers to be called) ducks around the corner, drawn by the sound of gunfire. Cradling an old-fashioned 12 gauge shotgun, she surveys the tableux laid out before her, the lifeblood streaming out of Dominique, blood, rich red blood everywhere.

She lowers the shotgun.

"What's going on here? What the fuck just happened here?"

Dominque looked up,"He f------ assulted me so i wasted his ass! he wanted it!! just to make it worse for us!!" he screamed, he stood staring at the kid on the floor a horifyed look turned into a smirk,"what are you laughing at huh? you are the 1 that's gonna die!" he yelled,then he glanced at jo,"he brought it on!! im not panicing just..shook up..i needa sit or somthing.." Dominque exclaimed leaning up against the wall tightening the grip on the MP5 around his neck. he glanced at Susan,"you seen it!! he hit me!!".

Carlos heard this echoing down the hall, and he swore to himself. "Fuck!" He pulled out his radio. "This is Carlos! Check in! What the fuck just happened?"

Some of the students were crying, others were screaming. They were about to get out of control. He slammed the door and bellowed at them, "Shut up and sit down! The best way to stay alive is to stay cool! If you start panicing, we do! If we do, shots are fired! Just keep it calm!"

They began to quiet, and Carlos waited nervously for some feedback on the radio. This is why I like machines. They're so predictable, so controllable... none of this chaotic bullshit. Emotion sucks.

Tom decided to investigate afterall. Within a few minutes he encountered the body and Dominque sitting against the wall. The two girls standing there.

Tom sighed as he pulled out his radio.

"Dominque just shot some kid. He says he was attacked first."

Carlos heard the radio report. "Thanks. Someone let Boris and Jackson know. And give them a radio. Carlos, out." he clicked it off, and turned calmly to the desk. With a burst of motion, he swept it clean with his forearm, and he screamed, "Fuck it!" he howled almost, kicking the desk leg out. "It was supposed to be fucking bloodless, and now some fucker has gone and gotten himself fucking capped! Fuck!" he whirled back to the class, his eyes burning. "Yep, you heard right! Some kid just got his goddamn ass blasted! So learn from this, okay? Don't fuck around, and no other bastard has to get glassed!" he calmed down, his rage fading back into his normal control. "Please, I don't want this to go bad, either." He turned back to the desk. "I messed that thing up." he smiled a little, humorless. This is out of control. There has to be a way to regain the control... He flipped up a laptop. I need city maps... utility sections...

Tom looked at the body, then at the others.

"Clean this up."

He left without another word and went back to the security office, picking up two more radios. He gave Dumcyz a lethal glare before heading back to the room Jackson and Boris were in.

Handing them both a radio he spoke.

"Dominque just shot some kid. He reckons the kid attacked him."

In a mobile command post out of line-of-sight from the B wing of North Rock Creek school, a huddle of worried politicians and law enforcement personnel tried to keep a low profile. They had already set up a “public” command post 600 yards from B wing on the corner of Rock Creek Parkway and Saroda Avenue. Media swarmed there, and flacks and official-looking blowdries kept issuing soothing statements.

In the mean time, the North Rock Creek Police Chief looked up from his scramble mobile phone with an expression of taut, cautious relief. “OK, the Tranest Corporation says they’re sending their number one troubleshooter and a full array of equipment.” The mayor sighed with relief and blanched at the same time. “Shit, what is this gonna cost us? And who’s gonna pay? We’re already practically in receivership…. And nothing from Tranest comes cheap.”

The school board chair snarled “If you and the Council hadn’t been so gutless about putting through a mil rate increase every single year for the last ten years, none of this would be happening. Now the chickens are coming home to roost. You let everyone believe they could have tax cuts AND municipal services AND public education. Well, you’re gonna have to bite the bullet and vote up some increases now, buddy-boy. It’s no longer a matter of can you get your fat ass re-elected. Now it’s a question of, can you save your fat ass from being lynched!”

As the bickering settled into its well-worn groove, a nondescript gray family sedan drove up. It halted by the officers on duty. They couldn’t see the driver’s side window from where they were. The officer nodded toward an empty spot in a cordoned-off area.

Moments later, the door to the command post opened, and the expert troubleshooter from the Tranest Corporation entered. The police chief blinked, as well he might.

Danestar Gems, of the Ulphian Tribe (member, Confederacy of Effrenata,) liked color even more than most of her color-loving fellow-Ulphians. In her case, it took the form of monochromatic color schemes—lips, eyelids, nails, clothing, hair, all the same color. Today she had chosen a vivid spring green. Together with her undeniably attractive physical attributes and her apparent youth, this tended to confuse people—a phenomenon Danestar knew how to use.

In this case, she simply smiled, and nodded a brief, professional nod as she set a smallish (green) briefcase in some kind of heavily textured leather on a cluttered countertop.

“I think I have the full tactical briefing up through,” her eyes flicked briefly to a ring watch “thirteen minutes ago. Any change?”

The police chief’s jaw was still hanging a trifle, but the brisk, no-nonsense tone jerked him back to the task at hand. “Sonic surveillance reported gunfire just a couple of minutes ago. Just 3 shots. They think someone got itchy and either a hostage or an uncooperative kid might be wounded or dead. So far, the media aren’t onto that yet.”

Delicately colored green eyebrows lifted. “Hmmm…. sooner than I expected, but not much. The situation should stabilize briefly, then it will begin to decay rapidly. And we DON’T want that to happen. So we’d best move fast. My people should be in position in” (another glance at the ring watch) “eight and a half minutes. So we have a few minutes to discuss the terms of this… intervention.”

She eyed the mayor and the school board chair. “The Confederacy of Effrenata,” she said pleasantly, “is prepared to defray sixty percent of the cost of this operation, on three conditions. They have been discussed with the Enyalian government, and agreed to, subject to local ratification. Which means you, ladies and gentlemen.”

“Now, before I go into the conditions, let me assure you that it is the policy of the Tranest Corporation to provide the highest quality services once we decide to accept a contract. Delivery guaranteed or no payment required. So, regardless of what you decide, my team and I will carry out this assignment with all diligence. But I really think,” a sharp, bright green eye fixed itself on the mayor’s, “that it would be better for all concerned if you accepted the conditions. And remember, we haven’t much time. Lord of the Flies syndrome will be ramping up on schedule.”

Carlos closed the laptop. I think I can give some calming leverage. We can't lose control here. We need to remain focused. He motioned to Jason to watch the room, and entered the security office. He toggled the cameras onto the computer screen. Shit. He turned on his radio. "This is Carlos! We've got company outside. Looks like a police set up. SOP says they'll send in a phone to negotiate with us, but it looks like they're itchy with their fingers after that last little incident. We need to make them back off. I'm going to set up the backup plan." he reached down, killed the monitors, and headed for the basement with his gear.

A melodious chirping sounded.

Danestar touched her left earring, a brightly sparkling green bauble, and got a slightly distracted look on her face for a moment. Then she sighed patiently, and turned to the police chief.

"Chief, my people tell me that your officers are setting up some kind of perimeter out there, where the kids can see it. Now let's get this straight. You DO want to contract with the Tranest Corporation to handle this little problem?"

The chief hemmed a little. "Well, my men are really there to distract the media."

Danestar nodded. "And of course the dear little nuisances in B Wing understand that perfectly."

"NOT." Her voice had a snap in it.

"Chief, the number one way we are going to buy ourselves time to handle this situation is for those kids to feel calm, relaxed, and in control. You are--to put it bluntly--not helping with that. Now please, make up your mind. If Tranest is in control, pull your men back. If not, let me know and we'll head out with only a minor T&T bill to pay and no hard feelings."

OOC: Just gotta join this. Great RP.

Chris Calen looked through the window. There were cops and everything out there. Looked like there was even some foreign media. He clutched his Kimber .45 tightly in excitement. They were actually doing it!

From the sounds coming from the rest of the wing, things were heating up, people getting nervous. He looked around the room, which was void of anyone else. He decided to get out into the hallway and see what was going on. He hefted the backpack filled with various weapons and trinkets he had taken from teacher's desks and stood up. Keeping away from the window, he walked to the door and went into the hallway.

(Chris is about 6'2", dark brown hair and wears an oversized flannel rolled up at the sleeves. He is the sort of person that no one really takes notice of. One of the whatever's who is asserting himself.)

Carlos had reached the basement. Fuck if their gonna cap me. I ain't going down like some sick dog. He slung his pack around, grinned as he saw the bombs within. It's the motherload... the equalizer. He placed a screwdriver in his teeth as he removed the parts: bombs, detonators, transmitters, tubes of chlorine shock. He assembled the explosives, his sweat building.

A tube of shock, taken down to a fine powder, almost tumbled from his hands. Shit! his eyes widened as he caught it. If that breaks... He shook his thoughts on chlorine gas from his mind. He placed the small explosives onto the tubes, and then set them aside.

Reaching up, he removed the grate from the heating/cooling system. He placed the shock charges in the vent and hauled himself in. With a slight clang, he headed forward. He moved into the wind. This is the main duct. All air goes through here. Clenching his jaw, he placed the charges before the fan, and he strung the detonators together. We're set here.

He backed out of the duct, closed it up. He brushed his hands together, checked his modified detonator, a modified HAM radio. He flipped the safety switch on, and placed it in his pocket. When that goes off, the aerosolized shock will hit the fan, and the moisture in the vents will form chlorine gas. The school will be like a World War One trench in moments. Estimated 80% fatal. I'm so dead. He grinned and set up two of his next gifts on the main boiler, tucked inside several of the pipes, wrapped in a wire mesh with a static current. Say hello, Mr. Superheated Steam. And don't touch... it's static armed! He rigged another transmitter, on a seperate frequency. Boom.

He closed his pack with the remainder of the bombs in place. He turned on his radio. "This is Carlos. Back up in effect." But they don't know about the boiler. That's my little twist.

He looked at the large, old pipes. You know, this school used to get steam from the plant across the way, back in the sixites. These pipes aren't on the city plans, so the police won't knowm, and I doubt if the principle would think anyone dumb enough to do this... He grinned. I might just make it out of here.

Tom gazed over the frightened students as he awaited a reply. He saw fear in their eyes. Fear of him. He liked it.

"Do we need the fat one any longer? He is bound to cause trouble."

Jo sighed, muttering under her breath.

"God-damn no good testosterone-mobiles with itchy trigger fingers."

Rolling up her sleeves and slinging the shotgun over one shoulder, she nods amicably to Susan - Jo'd seen her around before, and Susant didn't quite seem like the rest of the rabble.

"C'mon, gimme a hand here.......ah.... I forgot yer name. Sorry 'bout that."

She moves to hook her pale arms under the bloodsoaked body - but not before searching it for weapons or other useful knicknacks. An outdated but serviceable pistol surfaces, and is quickly stuffed into the voluminous depths of Jo's jacket.

By way of conversation, she glances over at Susan.

"So, what's your take on the situation?"

OOC: I was sick so I couldn't post, but I am back here I go.

IC: Susan had smiled weekle at Jo, but remained quiet. There wasn't anything she could say or do that would help the situation. The room appeared so red to her. She looked down at her hands they were clean, but somehow she felt dirty. A new girl showed up and they were told to clean up, but Susan was experiencing nausea and she ran to the bathroom. She walked out of the bathroom wiping her mouth of the water she just drank. She couldn't go back into that room, but she had to see if Dominique was okay. She opened the door just a crack and asked, "Dominique you okay? I am going to go to the security room I got to get away from that. You should come to. Okay?" She closed the door and walked away. She can't believe she didn't cry, she didn't feel like herself anymore. She was losing any emotion that would stop her from losing her control.

She stopped by a window and glanced outside. Her eyes began to widen and she gasped. Cops. There were a lot of freakin' cops out there. She ran to the room and found Tom standing by the fat kid. Almost breathless, "Did you see all the freakin' cops out there? This is all freakin' insane right now. Dominique just shot a kid for being an stupid asshole." She paused and cocked her head at Tom, "What exactly are you doing here?"

Danestar kept her eyes fixed on the police chief's until he nodded, grudgingly. She returned the nod, and opened her briefcase, as the chief thumbed a scrambled walkie-talkie to the site coordinator. "Pull 'em back. Gimme a 400-yard permiter, and start evacuating ALL structures within a 1,000-yard radius. We don't know what the little weasels have got in there, but if they go LOF on us, we better not have any collateral."

Danestar smiled approvingly, and opened a matchbox-size device that projected a 5"square holographic viewing field. Unhurriedly, she checked the status of the satellite line-of-sight analysis for the entire North Rock Creek school building.

"Now, about those conditions." She surveyed the others. "They're really very simple. And to your own benefit in the long run. They are, simply, this:

One: That the Tranest Corporation team have complete control of this operation, including access to, and control of, currently deployed local resources." As she talked, she handed around hardcopy of the proposal.

"Two: We've looked over the kids' demands. Once we shut down the situation and have the kids and their hostages safely extracted, you will meet every demand, to the satisfaction of the Tranest Corporation's Educational Evaluation specialists." She eyed the mayor and school board chair, who both looked as though they wanted to say something, but changed their minds.

"Three: In order to deliver the school these kids are demanding, you will allocate a sole-source contract to the Tranest Corporation's Educational Resources subdivision for all textbooks, learning materials, equipment, and personnel training; and to Tranest's Catering Supply division for food service supply. All at standard rates, comparable to similar contracts elsewhere."

She smiled. "In return for agreement to these conditions, the Effrenata Department of International Commerce has agreed to subsidize 60% of the cost of this operation. Which, as you know from our estimates," she looked over at the police chief, "is likely to be, um..."

"Extortionate," he finished grimly.

Danestar lifted her eyebrows slightly. "Let's say not inconsiderable, especially in light of the depleted condition of your local budget. I should also point out that the cost of the Tranest contracts may be eligible for various national government subsidies from your own leaders."

She pulled another miniaturized device from her briefcase, opened it to reveal a small optometric scanner. "If you agree, simply register your eyeprint."

"I *should* point out," she added pleasantly, "that you have a growing body of international media out there, and that sooner or later the dear little nuisances' conditions are going to find their way into some enterprising reporter's PDF."

The mayor blanched. "Can you give us a moment?"

Danestar nodded. "I need to check with my analysis team, anyway. I think we have all the sightlines wrapped up. But remember, the situation will begin deteriorating exponentially any time now." Closing the briefcase and leaving it on the counter, she carried the little holographic viewer out the door with her and strolled over to the nondescript gray sedan.

Carlos toggled the radio, looking up from his laptop. "Status check? Has anyone made demands yet?" He put it back away, but left it on.

He finished his research on the laptop and grinned. I have a backup.. He headed back up into the school.

OCC: Since the students side looks full, is there room for pherhaps me to play a police officer?

OOC: Not my thread, but I don't see why not.

((OOC: CommieRevis, no prob, if you're willing to coord offthread. Take it to telegrams?))

A small, frightened boy stands up from behind an upturned table. "Oh, damn it all, I should have gone to private when I had the chance."

She ran to the room and found Tom standing by the fat kid. Almost breathless, "Did you see all the freakin' cops out there? This is all freakin' insane right now. Dominique just shot a kid for being an stupid asshole." She paused and cocked her head at Tom, "What exactly are you doing here?"

Tom looked up, glaring at Susan.

"I am aware of the situation. Has the mess been cleaned up?"

Susan shakes her head. Oh yeah he came in. How could I have forgotten? Must have been the shock. "Oh ummm. I think so. I couldn't stay there. Too much blood I guess." She looks down at the ground.

Tom was puzzled by women. They seemed strange and fickle. They overreacted and did the unnecessary.

"Why do you fear blood? You have it running through you."

Susan laughed. How odd, but so true. "I don't fear blood. I just don't like to see someone die. "

OOC: Too late to enter a student?

OOC: Not my thread, but I don't think the one that started this is in it. I haven't seen a post from starter since the beginning.

Carlos entered the office, saw the bloody Susan, the cold Tom, and the ever-idiotic Dumcyts. "Hey." he stated, squeezing through to plop down at the camera bank. He opened his pack, dug through the various explosives, and removed a can of Mountain Dew. He popped it open and slugged it down in one drink. He pulled two more out. "Drink, anyone?" he asked as he toggled to exterior views.

Susan looked at Carlos and pulled her hand over her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out, but nothing came out. She glared at him and rolled her eyes. 'No, thanks. I don't think my stomach can handle it."

Carlos shrugged a little. "Just being friendly." he spun back to the screens. "Well, well, looky what we got here..." his voice trailed off.

Mike Richardson was now wandering the halls rather aimlessly. Since the take over, he really had nothign to do accept walk around, listen to his music, and contimplate the situation. And that he did. He walked by the office, and opend the door, and stepped in.

"Nice," he muttered, finding an empty chair, and sitting among the other students in the room. He pulled the ear phones out of his ears, and looked around the room. "So, rather quiet day, dont you say," he asked, in a cheap attempt to break the silence.

Carlos laughed a little, the comment more humorous to him than it should have been. "Yeah, and it's getting quieter." he pitched a can of Dew to the new entrance. "We're about to get raped."

Tom shrugged.

"People die all the time."

As Carlos entered, Tom eyed him warily. Carlos perhaps wasn't as much of a thinker as the others, but he was dangerous. He could do many things with his machines. Tom accepted the cold drink.

"What are we going to do with this babble moron."

Tom pointed his baton at Dumcyz.

Mike popped the top off the can, and took a swig of the soda. He prefered Live Wire, but it was increasingly harder to find. "Well, I think we should change that. I mean, I dunno about ya'll, but I like my ass hole untouched by other males." He reached into his bag, covered with band patches for some more obscure groups, and pulled out a glass bottle. "Anyone got any stuff for some moltovs?"

"I understand that Tom. It is human nature to die, but it is not to watch someone kill someone else. I just didn't think I would actually witness that. It is still hard to comprehend."

Carlos thought for a second. "There's a backup diesel generator, plus the cars in the garage, but the garage might be a little risky to exfiltrate. We can always tear up shirts, and the cafeteria has a Sobe machine, full of glass bottles."

"What's hard to comprehend? It is all about survival. We kill animals to feed ourselves so we can survive. We kill other humans so they don't kill us. It is rather simple. It is the nature of this world. Kill or be killed."

Carlos was confounded. He wanted to tell them something, but they wouldn't believe him if he did. So he merely replied when asked, and he eyed the situation on the cameras with increasing frequency. Could I take anyone else with me if I got out? Or would they mess it up? Who could I trust. He bit his lip and thought, popping a stick of gum to chew.

He heard Tom's comment with a hollow ring. It's all about survival. "Then why are we here?" he asked, before he could realize he could speak it.

Susan cocked her head at Tom, "What freakin' ion are you living in? This is the 21st century, not the 18th century. We do not live by Darwin's survival of the fittest anymore."

Mike looked back at Carlos while Susan and Tom. "Bingo, I'll go grab some extra bottles, and try at the garage. Anyone wanna come with me, or do I get to walk alone?"

Susan looked over at Mike, finally something that I can help with. "Sure thing Mike. I will help you."

Carlos tipped his head. "You'll need cover if something goes bad." He showed the explosives in his bag. "I can give that."

"Alrighty then," Mike said, standing. He opened up his back pack, and dumped it out; car magazines, school books, pens, and the like all fell to the floor. He then Pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, and checked the battery. Full. He jotted his number down on a piece of paper, and handed it to Carlos. "Call me if the garage looks bad, we'll go to the cafeteria first."

He then threw his empty back pack over his shoulder, and motioned for Susan to follow.

OOC: Can someone sum all this us, and if I can join still?

Carlos took the number and tossed him a radio. "Channel 37. I've been trying to coordinate on this. The police shouldn't be on this band. If any of you hear a hiss in the background, kill transmissions immeadiately, and state that it's hot." He turned to Tom. "You want to come with me, or stay in the security office?"

Tom eyed Carlos.

"I did not create this situation, I am merely part of it. I am here because I don't care. Survival does not bother me."

He retunred his attention to Susan.

"Yes we do. It is more suttle though. Most people don't even consider it, but it is happening."

Tom nodded.

"I shall come with you."

OOC: Can someone sum all this us, and if I can join still?
OOC: You can join, but read the thread.

"Okay. Get ready. If they've gotten in, it'd be through the garage or ducts... and I took care of the ducts." he glanced at everyone. "And look out, something's gone bad outside. The police have pulled back, and that's not SOP. Something's changed."

Mike flipped over to 37, and walked out of the office towards the cafateria. He looked back to Susan, and smilled. "So, whats up. I'm Mike, in case you didn't know, I know I'm not one of the big names around school."

Dominque stood up and stuck the glock in his pants then strolled down the hallway looking at the roof not saying a word. He went and found carlos downstairs and said,"I just killed a kid for attacking me!, his fault..i want a layout of this building and the best place to hold out because there is cops everywhere outside..the kid was armed with a small pistol aswell,jo got it". Dominque then realized what he was missing and took off upstairs and into the bathroom the kid he shot was in and cheaked all of the stalls untill he got to the last one, he kicked the door open and stood with his gun out,"just as i thought,the kid was a drug dealer and high on his on shit..his pupals were huge.." he wisped then took his finger and slid it along the black toilett seat where crack resadue was from when the kid flushed his bag. Dominque then said over the radio,"kid down was a drug dealer..high on his own shit, he was really scared.." then strolled to the cafiteria and sat down.

Carlos nodded as he heard Dominque's report. "Figures, there's a druggie."

Dominque then said into the walkie talkie,"anything i can help with,im over problems ... and i have a demand to put forth..tom you are good with machines right? specify...and make sure the demand gets out that one of our members..me wishes to speak with a certain Dietar schultz on a sucure line.."

Mike walked into the cafateria, and over to the Sobe machine. The energy drink was the new thing to be had by the so called popular crowd. In Mike's opinion, the stuff tasted like sewage waste, and that those who drank it probably deserved to be drinking sewage.

It wasn't that Mike wasn't popular. In fact it was quite opposite, he had many friends. Few of them, however, went to school. Most had dropped out of high school, some finished, but never went to college. They made money at work and doing other less than legal things, and survived. Mike had the grades to go to college, but, he was gonna stay back with his friends.

He approached teh Sobe machine, grabbed a chair, and walked briskly, swinging away, smashing the front of the machine open. He began pulling the glass bottles out of the machine, emptying them on the floor, and putting them in his bag. "Hurry, help me out," he said to Susan.

Dominque heard the smash and went to investigate,"what are you doing? who are you? PUT YOUR F------ HANDS UP AND DROP THE WEPON!" he bellowed pointing the MP5 at mikes head with the laser dot right on his temple...

Mike looked up, unintrested, and then went back to work. "Its a chair you moronic fuck, not a gun, and I'm saving our asses. Now, go get your boy friend and play tonssil hockey, or stop acting like a fag."

Mike went back to emptying out bottles of the Sobe, and putting them in his back pack.

(Imitora, we both had characters named Mike, so I changed mine. He's Chris now.)

Chris heard the smashing and went to where it came from. He came across some one he recognized.....Mike something. He was emptying Sobe bottles onto the ground and putting the bottles in his backpack. Suddenly Dominique came in and started screaming at Mike. Chris just stood there, pistol in hand. Mike started talking, and Chris shook his head, muttering to himself.

"Not something you say to someone with a gun."

Dominque didn't understand all of these english curses then curiously looked at mike and responded,"saving our asses??,how? stealing out of a soda machine?" he lowerd the gun and walked closer, looked at Susan and nodded. Chris was standing to the far side of the room shaking his head,"what he say to me chris..ive already killed some one today it don't need to happen anymore..., i need a phone out so i can contact Dietar.."

(OOC: SO, Gotcha)

IC:

"No, by making stuff that'll fuck up anyone trying to get into the building. If anyone's gonna get us screwed, its you waving that damned H&K around. Learn gun safety." Mike looked down at the back pack, emptied one more Sobe bottle, and zipped it up.

Thrity. Thirty of the clear glass bottles, it would make one hell of a mess. He stood up, then looked at Dominique. Then back at Susan. "You know him?" he asked Susan, nodding at Dominique.

Dominque looked at Susan,then back at mike,"we talked..she was there when that kid attacked me,can you use assistance of any kind?i must contact my good friend Dietar schultz, he was in German armed forces for the 2 years and may have useful equipment if we can get it in..i was in reserve when i turned 17 and i met him at training ever sence then we have known eachother, he goes to this school assistant captain of the football team...he was sick today and extanged students same time as me".

Mike thought for a second. "You," he said to Susan, "stay here. Keep this kid," he pointed to Dominique, "calm." He then began his walk out of the cafateria. "No offense kid, but the last thing I need is some H&K wielding maniac behind me. Gonna get someone killed."

He walked out of the cafeteria, and headed towards the garage. He shoulda bashed the kid's face in and taken his subgun, woulda been helpful if the shit hit the fan. But then again, quick thinking would be better than a gun in this situation, and he was a quick thinker.

OOC: Was away for a few.

IC: Carlos replied, "Well, talk to Mike, he's got a cell phone. They can't be scanning all the channels." He turned to Tom. "Get ready." they neared the second story entrance to the garage. "We'll check it out and monitor, no shooting until we have to."

Dominque brushed by Susan and started bashing locks off lockers with his glock handle and pulling the contents all out on the floor,cheaking school bags and purses then he found what he was looking for, a damn cell phone,he dialed 555-8257...it said no service"f-----" he yelled then started walking in a circle hitting redial then the call finally went through. Dietar answeared his accent strong,then Dominque started speaking in Austrian,"hello commrade, ok you herd about the school situation..im charlie in this one, i need some help immeaditly", Dietar responded,"what do you need i will not say names over this...","that pipe grenade that is in your grandfathers locker from ww2..the lugar and bring your army Styer-Aug with as many rounds as you have left..along with your combat uniform..i can use that". Dietar said yes to all the items and then asked how he was going to get it in,"the f----- cops have this place surrounded so there is no leaving once you bring this...in..no out.."said Dominque,"ok im just gonna drive up by a window on the bottom floor..room A-12..be waiting" said dietar then hung up the phone.

Dominque raced downstairs and into room A-102 and pulled all the desks down from the window and peered out to see no cops in that area...he had to sit and wait.

Mike appraoched the garrage, and ducked behind a car. The place was empty of other persons, and walked over to a large looking pick up truck. Sliding easily under the truck, tahnks to a body lift, he found the bottom of the gas tank, and using a nail he had found on the ground, he poked a hole in the metal. The smelly liquid poured in a stream from the gas tank into a waiting Sobe bottle. He waited till it was a little more than half full, and replaced it with another bottle. He continued this till the truck's tank was empty. He managed 15 bottles.

Staying hidden behind cars, he found another large truck, and repeated the process, however, filled all 15 of these bottles to the top. He closed off all the bottles, and mae his way back into the building, and towards the cafeteria again.

Chris looked after Dominique, and saw him smash open every locker he could find. Eventually he stopped tearing through backpacks, then put something up to his head. Then he walked in a few circles, then ran off.

I think he's gone insane.

Chris walked back to the large puddle of Sobe on the floor.

Waste. We could have used that in an extended stay.

He decided to just go back to patrolling the halls.

Afew minutes later the noise of a sports muffler was ripping up the quietness out of nowhare speeding around the corner came a Souped up subaru,slammed on the brakes threw a green duffle bag in A-102's window then sped off full speed sterio pumping now. 2 police cars flew by the window but Dominque ducked and barracaded the window back up and booked up to the cafiteria. When he arrived he sat at the far side by himself and opened the bag, inside was a Steyr-Aug, 3 pipe grenades,a chain of useless heavy machine gun ammo,a lugar,bullet proof grey vest,kavalar helmet,goggles, "goodies goodies goodies" said Dominque grinning strapping the Styer-Aug around his neck beside the H&k,tucked the Lugar in his inside pocket in the leather jacket and closed the bag just as mike walked in,"hows it going?" he asked him.

Mike made it back to the cafeteria uneventfully, and went back to work. He took out the 15 half full bottles, and opened them up. He went into the back room of the cafeteria, where the food was served from, and came out with a stack of styrofoam cups. He looked around for someone to help him out. Mike looked up at Dominique. "Right, he said, giving him an odd look." Russ Martin was right, the Germans were comming.

He started ripping up the styrofoam cups, and stuffing them into the half empty bottles. "Get to work," he said, pushing 7 half full bottles over to him.

Dominque walked over, handed him 2 pipe grenades then said "you can trust me i am not crazy..just forgion but i wish to live if shit hit the fan, i also know guns won't save me against Swat team..i was only reserve army back in Germany..also i have useless MG-42 ammo in my bag..."

Mike nodded out of habit, and was finishing up his third bottle. "Your AUG wont stop to many, but this will," he said, holding up one of the bottles. The styrofoam was melting into the gasoline. "You know what this is?" he asked.

Carlos nodded as Mike pulled back, and he motioned to fall back. He and Tom pulled back into the hall, and he closed the door, heading back for the cafeteria, to see Mike handling styrofoam cups. Carlos grinned. "Napalm?"

Carlos shook his head. "Polystyrene and gasoline... that'll make life hell. I'm hitting up the maintanence room." he ducked out of the room, returning in a few moments with an acetylene torch. "If you're going to play with fire..."

"Damn straight," Mike said, looking up at Carlos, with an almost wicked smile. "Lets see them fight through this."

OOC: Sorry I went and watched a movie, didn't think I would miss this much.

IC: Susan was amazed at Dominique's show. She knew him briefly. They had a class or two together, she didn't remember. he always seemed calm and collected. "Settle down Dominique. Accidents happen don't fret on it. We need all our emotions controlled if we want to pull this off. Angry is just a lack of controll. Now, you wouldn't want us to think that right? What do you have in mind Mike? What can I do?"

"I say we grease bomb the floors. Cover 'em in sludge, with a spark strip under doors. Swing the door, blow the floor. That is, if we're just gonna blow the shit out of everything." He thought for a second. "Hell, the chem lab has enough nasty shit to take out a lot of people."

Dominque looked at the bottle and grinned and saftied both his wepons,"how much time do you figure we have before they move?" he said cleaning a bit of dirt out of nails with the hunting knife,"i was Infintry reserve for 4 months for the 18th motorized infintry divison,i know what to do with these pipe grenades for entry ways..where are these bottle bombs going?".

Chris had decided to check on the cops. He looked through the barricades and saw that they had moved farther away than normal. They were definitely about to pull something.

He walked calmly back to the cafeteria and went to the group. "You know, the cops look like they're going to try something really soon."

"You're right." Carlos stated as he made more napalm. "The police outside are getting ready for a stunt. They closed on us, like they were going to attack or negotiate, then they fell back. They broke their own procedures. This means one of three things: they're scared, they're trying something new, or someone else is now in charge. The first is highly unlikely, the second impossible, and the third unprobable. My gut says number three. Until we know who we're dealing with, we're blind."

"Now, we have one piece of leverage, and that is hostages. As long as their survival is tied to ours, we're alive. Unless, that is, they brought in someone real cold, and we're getting bombed. We need to seize initiative here, but I don't like the idea of shooting hostages. We'll just increase our level of threat."

"We should tell everyone else to get ready for something. They're probably willing to just come in here shooting everyone with a gun. Probably start where the hostages are."

He gestured his arms towards the general direction of the hostages. "But they don't know where the hostages are, so they don't know where to start.

"Well," Mike thought for a second. "Ok, I got it. Carlos, go to the chem lab, get all the nasty shit that cant gt on the skin you can. Susan, you look for explosive stuff. Will rig it up so when they open the doors, they get sprayed with like, I dunno, whatever kinda acid we can find."

He paused, and then continued. "We take these," he held up the napalm bottles, "and set them up to fire when those who get past the acid get to the next point. Have the bottle shatter, and splash the napalm jelly all over the SWAT team."

He looked at Carlos and kept speaking. "Then we take the flamable chemicals, and splash them all over the floor. I'm no chemistry genius, but I bet we could figure out a way to set the floor chemicals on fire as the SWAT guys get close. That plus the napalm jelly..." he droned off. "And I have an idea for that 7.62"

Dominque walked out of the cafiteria and down to B-17,uncuffed the football captain from the teachers desk,took the pretty blonde girl by the arm and brought them both back upstairs into the Cafiteria,"you will not be hurt..just insurance that we don't", the Blonde girl looked at him with tears in her eyes,"you killed that boy!"she yelled,"that boy was a drug dealer that did all his own shit and flushed some of it!,he was high as a kite! now shut up please im getting a migrane!".

"Hmm. Maybe we should do what they expect. Or let them believe we did it. I mean is there some way we can stage something and do the complete opposite? Something totally ironic."

"My friend showed me a trick a while ago. Explosive paint. Pretty easy to make with the stuff we got, and not deadly. But it does give off enough spark to set off the floor. Just paint a strip in the hall."

"Well, that works," said Mike to Chris' plan.

"Yeah, great thing is is that it's pressure sensetive. One step, and the floor goes."

Carlos kicked in the door to the lab, seeing the rows of bottles. "Jackpot!" He opened his first duffel, went along the rows. White Phosphorous, Potassium, Magnesium, Ammonia... these were first. He smashed the door to the pure acids. Hrydrochloric, sulfuric, carbonic... all of it twelve mol or more. He approached the last chest, it was metal, sealed with a tubmler. Three symbols were on the sides, three triangles in a circle, yellow and black. Radium. Carlos grinned, flipped on his radio. "Uh, yeah, I've got Ms. Remath's Radium experiment here..." he snickered. "How big of a mess are we wanting?"

Dominque passed Mike the chain of ammo out of his bag, then took off his leather jacket and turtle neck then put the bullet proof vest on replacing his clothing,Dominque thought to himself..when it got bad he would call back Dietar,get outside and escape but didn't dare say it aloud. Dominque was under control now,also he knew things the others didn't about close combat from his military training although he was only a transport truck driver he still had half of his basic done.

Mike picked the radio back up. "I dunno...you got enough hazmat suits?" It would be good, but he didnt want to risk a nuclear accident. "Also, grab all the hotplates you can."

Chris looked at Mike. "Tell him to pick up the following also. *says ingredients of explosive paint*"

"I hope you guys know what you are doing chemistry was not my strong suit."

"I was getting an A in that class. I know a bit."

Mike repeated the gorcery list to Carlos, and put the radio down. "Any of ya'll drive a black F-150 or blue Dodge Ram?"

Susan laughed, "As don't necessarily mean anything unless you can put it to practical use, cause I got an A in chemistry and I didn't learn a thing. What can I do for ya guys?"

Susan come with me and cheak the camera's in the surcurity cameras in the office,bring these 2 hostages if you would too please"Dominque smiled pulling somthing out of his bag quickly,"if you guys need any help channel 27,let me know..ill do what i can..".

"Roger that. I've got a stash of bad shit here." he listed his aquirements. "And, how about we liberate the propane tanks from the cafe, and grab some bleach to combine with the ammonia from the utility closet. If all else fails, we can use the torch to sever a damn gas line, and I got chlorine bombs in the vents." He paused, "Any of you ever seen lightning glue? That pressure responsive bonding agent? I saw it at a HAMvention, but I don't know how to make it."

Mike nodded, and then gave Carlos the ok over the radio, and then he had a thought. "Anyone got an internet connection round here?"

"I've got WiFi on my laptop."

"Sure thing. So, you guys won't let me get dirty, eh?"

"There are computers in the rooms. Pretty sure they have cut us off from the outside though."

Dominque turned around suddenly and responded, "why, where you see a F-150 or dodge ram..i drive the red celica with the tinted windows at the far end of the parking lot".

"Get me a connection, I got some things that might help."

Susan reaches into her pocket and grabs her cellphone. "Free internet access and it has a camera." She tosses it to Mike.

Carlos was back to the cafe with his bag of goodies. "Got it all. Who wanted wireless?" he grinned.

Dominque turned around suddenly and responded, "why, where you see a F-150 or dodge ram..i drive the red celica with the tinted windows at the far end of the parking lot".

"In the parking lot. I had to grab gas from something, and the Dodge and Ford with a lift were the only things I could get under easily."

Chris looked at Carlos. "You got the stuff for the paint right?"

"Right here." he opened the bag. "I've also got a stash of explosives up in B-17... two more bags of homemade plastique."

Mike took the computer, and hopped online. He punched in a few website searches, and got another gorcery list, this one included a pipe. "Grab this. We may not have sniper rifles, but we can take out squad cars with this," he said, spinning the laptop around, showing them the website, advertising how to make a Mach 1 golf ball gun.

Chris took the stuff. "Thanks." He went to mixing the ingredients in a bucket. He was going carefully, so as not to make the paint go off.

"If we used a cup launch instead of straight air, we could convert it to fire napalm in ziplock bags." He shrugged. "One for AP, one for HE." I watch to much Discovery Channel.

"Is this really all neccessary?"

Mike thought for a second. "If you can do the ziplock thing, do it. The Mach one gun qorks along the same idea as a potato gun."

Dominque strolled out of the room signaling he would be right back. He went into the sucurity office and looked at the cameras, the police were all across the street,1 swat van and afew black yukons that looked federal issue,"f---"! he cussed, then a officer clad in a swat uniform stepped right up to the end of the hallway in front of the main doors, he clicked on the listening intercom and put the mic up to the P.A,the voice said,"for further demands we are issueing you a throw phone as you might know the phone lines have been cut off, the throwphone allows you to contact us only for any more demands you might have,things are only getting worse for you in there, a single officer unarmed will bring the Phone and he WILL not be harmed or we will not negotiate any longer,Swat will move..", Dominque watched the camera as the officer look off his SMG and placed it on the floor along with his side arm and started moving down the hall holding a box up high. Dominque put the walkie talkie up to his mouth and said,"we got a unarmed cop commin in...want me to receive that damn phone thing?please respond"

"Be prepared... it's the Scout motto."

Pretty soon the paint was mixed. Chris took out the mixing stick and touched it with a pencil. There was a small crack and sparks shot off.

"Perfect."

He looked at Susan, "Hey, it's them or us."

He replied to Dominque, "Don't touch him! Let him pass!"

"Yeah, take the phone," Mike said into the radio, still plowing through internet sites, looking for more goodies.

Susan nodded. It was time she changed her idea about guns. It was for protection. She didn't think that the police would see it her way so might as well join the rest. She clicked the revolver and made sure it was ready to be used. She smiled meekly at the guys. This was it. She smiled fiercely, "Bring it on then. Let's give it to them."

Carlos took one of the PVC pipes, inserted the cup, and placed a stopgap on the lip. He cushioned it, then slitted the upper pipe segments. "Okay, that's it. Let dry, attatch the combustion chamber, and you got yourself a multipurpose launcher. The cup carries the payload, then brakes on the lip. The gas vents then, and the payload is thrown free. Less accurate, lower velocity, but it can throw whatever." He took a bulk ziplock, filled it with the napalm. He filled a minibag with water, another mini with willy pete, and placed them inside the bulk bag. "Impact bursts it, water to WP, and spark... bang."

Dominque took off his H&K and AUG,put on the goggles, army helmet so his face couldn't be seen then walked into the hallway and seen the officer approaching him holding the phone out,then he said"son..you don't wanna do this..come with me and everything will be easier on you", Dominque exclaimed,"f---- you man,give me the god damn phone and the the hell out of here", the officer stopped, slid the phone along the floor to Dominques feet,he slowly knelt and picked it up,the cop turned around and booked towards the direction he came from, Dominque did the same. Once he rearmed himself he went back upstairs with the phone and set it on 1 of the tables, Susan we are just taking precaussions to what could happen,hopefully this all ends up good..they don't know any students have been harmed yet..on my part i have that coverd hopefully..".

"Perfect," Mike said, starting production on the Mach 1 gun. "Any escape plan if the fight goes sour?"

Tom left the cafeteria and headed toward the main door, ready to recieve the unarmed officer.

"If the fight goes sour, we could always surrender. That or be killed. Dominique here doesn't have the option of surrender, having already killed someone."

Carlos thought for a moment. Tell them? They could bog me down. No, I need to let them in... He glanced from Chris to Mike. "Steam pipes."

Mike nodded. "Ala The Rock? Sounds good. But we are still gonna need a distraction, and I think I can take care of that." As he ended, he sounded almost...forlorn.

"I've got a better cover than a one man stand. I've got a bomb on the active steam generator. I blow that, it'll sterilize most of the school. They won't know one body from another for a week, and we could have just gotten vaporized. In that time, we'd clear." He tapped a few keys on his laptop, calling up a schematic. "We take the old feed line for the old heaters, and we'll end up in the decomissioned powerplant about a mile away. We kick free, jack a car, and run for the border."

Dominque then spoke up, "well...i guess i could arrange one..i cannot leave you here if i do get outside alive..my friend Dietar schultz..he dropped off the gear to me earlier,also will come back to my aid for he owes me..during training back in Germany he dropped a grenade at his feet with the pin out..when every1 else ran and he fell i picked up the grenade and threw it...would have been a hero if it didn't blow up the Leiutennets transport...no worrys people..

"Hey, if this does blow up in our face. The police won't know who from who. We could just walk out of here and then get the fuck out of dodge. Right?"

Tom glared at the officer as he entered. Tom's SMG stayed trained on the officer's chest as he called over his radio.

"The cop is here with the phone."

"But how will we keep the students from fingering us? If we fade out early, let them think we're still here, they'll be turned inward while we're out of their perimeter."

"Yeah, but I dunno. It'd be easier if we split up. Hanging together could be risky. Travel light. Two person groups. And I know none of those squad cars or chassers can catch me. I mean think about it. You and Tom, Dom and Dieter, me and Susan. We meet up at a designated point. No sense for all of us to go down at once, is there?"

Tom glared at the officer as he entered. Tom's SMG stayed trained on the officer's chest as he called over his radio.

"The cop is here with the phone."
OOC: Dominque already got it.

Chris hadn't thought of that. "That's true, they don't have identities on some of us. But there are other witnesses. I haven't been in contact with any of the hostages, so I'm safe there."

(Getting off for the night.)

"But how will we keep the students from fingering us? If we fade out early, let them think we're still here, they'll be turned inward while we're out of their perimeter."

Dominque looked at Amanda,"ahh but the students will tell on us...also we have a cause to be here...if anything does happen i will be back in Austria by tonight perhalps...but i have my mind off the worst right now, these 2 people right here will get us outside if nessary..depnds how SWAT enters if they do..

OOC: Ok.

Tom sat down with the others, spinning his baton around.

He may not have any chemical or mechanical know-how, but he was sure he would be one of the most effective gaurds in this situation. Where morallity hindered others, it kept a wide berth of Tom.

"I know of some...... hiding places."

"Who says the witnesses get out alive? I know it sounds cold hearted, but still. I mean, trying to keep them alive while we escape while cops get blown to shit or burnt up and the school explodes? It would just be easier to leave them here, and tell them to hope for the best." Mike didn't want to sound cold hearted, but it was the truth.

Carlos nodded. "What are they? I've got a cousin with a boat dock out on the coast, about a hundred miles from here, but I do need someplace to duck into if things get hairy." And they will.

He responded to Mike. "I could blow the boiler and the chlorine bombs, if it comes to that."

"I didn't think the witnesses would do that. I talked with them and they believed me, I guess tell someone did otherwise." She looked over at Dominique. "I know you guys didn't like my method, but ya see now it probably would have worked out. It is all down the shitter though. So, Mike is probably right. We need to get out of here though. We won't outlast the police."

"I got some too. Local places that'll hold us over for a night. I've run from cops enough times to know how to get away for good till they stop the look, or take a break. And I got friends that can get a few of us outa the country." He pulled the cell phone from his pocket, and held it lightly.

Tom looked up and around the room.

"Anyone seen that lard ass Dumcyz?"

Dominque pointed at the pretty blonde hostage and the football captain with his gun barrel,"these 2 and the 4 cafiteria ladies are the only people who seen me armed and a threat..and that dead boy isn't going to say anything..if i have to i will deal with the 6 that know me..". Dominque looked at the floor shaking his head,"austria is a netrual country..and most of these people think im German..i could also use my given last name..not vantasle but settner...". he just shrugged and waited for others to speak

"I never had a reason to run before. Looks like its the first time for everything."

He answered Mike first, "But will they forget an Act of Terror? This isn't theft, you know."

Turning to Tom, "Maybe he downed in his cola. I haven't seen him..."

To Dominque, "No greasings until it becomes absolutely necessary. I don't want blood on my hands if I can prevent it."

Tom shrugged.

"As long as he isn't causing any trouble. I suggest we take care of him before we leave. If caught, he would tell them everything. Also, I have places away from people that we can safely hide out in."

"So then its agreed, we let the prisoners hope for the best? And dont worry, they need to stop for a period of time. They are human after all. And how are they gonna track at least six different cars for me alone?" Mike asked, starting to dial a number. "Before I make my call, I need to know if we're gonna go in a few groups of two, or all as one."

"Okay, what's the split plan? We can't just up and bolt, we'd better have a good idea where to. I can get us out, Tom and you have bolt holes, and we have three evac points... Dominque to Austria, your friends, and my cousin."

"I go anywhere I guess. I never thought of a place to go. I didn't think it would go thus far."

Dominque glanced at tom,"where is that fat bastard...i havn't seen him sence the sucurity office got taken...", he looked around the room then spoke,"my car is at the end of the parking lot..the red celica if you are outside and you must the keys are locked in it"he grinned then continued,"i can get out of the country tonight or tomorrow and back to Austria IF we get out of the building i can get ahold of Dietar..all those who will possibly need that type of escape tell me now..".

"I have no transport. But my safe areas are supplied for a couple of months, for one person. So it can hold a few people for a while."

"Black Toyota Altezza closest to the door, five hiding spots, plenty of switch cars, and a buddy with a pilot's liscense and an Otter. Plenty of places to disapear to. I got buds all over the world, Larkinia, Imitora, New Genoa, Iansisle." He began dialing the number.

Carlos spoke, "Well, I got family out of country, and they'd put me up, as well as anyone else who needs to flee." he shrugged. "Their country isn't too keen on following international mandates, anywho, so there's no fear of being returned."

(In lieu of better ideas, that country is mine... Kaukolastan. Sue me.)

OOC: I'm out for the night.

"Okay, so everyone has places. Great. But we should go to one place and then figure things out from there. After that then we can all split."

Dominque look fearful,"me ither...i didn't want to ice him but he was armed and high as f----, im lucky in way..only to get iced by SWAT...", he looked at Susan,"we will be cop killers..we are terriosts...soon to be fugitives..Susan if you have absolutly no where to go...i can get you home with me...it would be no trouble...i can access a Military uniform from Dietar,they took mine when i was discharged then the airport will be easy..also my father works at Ferarri and my mother owns a bridal gown store..we have no money problems".

OOC: Alright guys I am out for the night. I am super tired. Have fun. I will check back later.

"I have friends in Assington. That is where I will be going. I have money and an open ticket. Any seeking refuge may come, but it may somewhat strange to you."

OOC: will be takin this up tomorrow/night all....this will be quite interesting :-)

"I'm off to Iansisle for a bit. I can chill there, no worry of any one knowing who the hell I am. Thats whats great about a country stuck in 1940. Ride's up there is free, I can take," he thought about the deHavaland, "maybe five with me. Money wont be a problem."

Danestar Gems sat in the front seat of her dark-gray sedan, the nubbly green briefcase open on the lapdesk before her. The car windows were opaqued, it had turned into a mobile CP.

The North Rock Creek contingent hadn't had to think about it very long before blinking into the eyeprint machine. If there was anything left of the school, Tranest Educational would have a very nice contract when this was over.

A network of transparent, hair-thin, fiberoptic cameras had been deployed around the school building. Every line of sight from every possible vantage point within the school and its outbuildings had been checked.

She looked over the running log.

A student had just made a run to the garage, probably for gasoline.

Cute little devils. Molotov cocktails, she'd bet. Tsk-tsk. This community needed some SERIOUS Advanced Remedial Parenting Skills classes.

OOC: Have these Cameras been their the entire time? When did you RP the install?

A light tap brought up the 3-D schematic of the school building that Sella had scanned and enhanced into the ops system. The IR satellite that had been activated 10 minutes ago superimposed its data onto the image.

My, they were being busy little dears!

She checked the timetick. By now the diversionary action should have started. They would begin negotiating, send in a phone. She hoped she'd impressed it carefully enough on the police ops super that it had to be convincing, but nonetheless, pathetic and ineffective.

Shouldn't be hard for the local cops, she thought... Not if the chief was any indication...

::OOC: Sorry I missed all the fun earlier. Back tomorrow.::

OOC: Ok, if you wanna play techno hardball...

IC:

Beez, as he was known, banged away at the keyboard. He had gotten the call on a secure transmit, routed through over 12 different nodes, and using the voice on the other end, had gone to work. He was the hacker of the group, and a damned good one. A buddy of his who had taken over a school, was in a hair of trouble, and he was gonna help a buddy out.

He had grabbed a cheap satallite, one that the Imitoran military wouldnt miss to much, and revectored it. Withint minutes, it was but a few miles away from the Effrenataian, and in th process of targetting. Imitora had one hell of a space military, and some puny Effrenata satallite would proove no problem.

Within seconds, it had been targeted using an advanced laser microwave system, and fifteen anti satalitte missles were off towards the IR satallite. But he wasn't done.

He continued toying with the keyboard, hacked and cracked into a few more databases, and every news station covering the school incident just got a new story. Beez had been watching TV, and noticed in several shots, a female speaking to the officer in charge. He used a few of the TV shots, captured on one of his several computers, and used a bit of enhancing...Bingo...

Every news station soon recieved a stroy through a fax that a contractor had been hired to deal with the situation. He of course, made it a bit worse. The contractor had been exiled from a countless number of countries due to tactics above the call of nessecity, i.e. using excesive force. More speciffically, the unneeded execution of several low class, i.e. theft under $100, breaking and entering, and failure to render service, criminals. In fact, he also hacked The Corporation's database, not hard to do as his father was an employee, and put out a warning on her. Within minutes, a Corporation verti-jet would be off, and landing to apprehend, or at least severly restrict, her operations.

Knowing full well that there were most likely cameras in the school, and took it up a notch. The next hack would be difficult, but doable, and would render all viewing of the inside of the school impossible. The next satallite vectored in hovered over the school. A small pod at the front of the sataliitle opened, and within seconds, all TVs and Laptop screens displaying what was going on inside the school went blurry.

It was another one of those tasty goods that the brains in Imitora had come up with, casting a magnetic field down onto the school, distorting all forms of video, and erasing the hard drives of all present computers. Beez had told Mike this would happen on the phone, so that he wouldn't be suprised.

Finally, and old Larkinian satallite that was out of use was hacked into using a beam transmission, and positioned over the school. Beez now had a clear view of the school and everythgin going on around it. Should there be any movement, it would be a simple phone call to Mike to tell him what was up.

God, was he good.

OOC: Ifyer gonna Godmod, Imatora, I'm outta here....

Next time try a telegram offthread to establish parameters if you're upset about the direction someone's taking.

I was playing this straight and serious, real HS kids, ultrabright, but hardly up to doing hollywood-style Max Headroom hacks

Bye all

OOC: None of its a godmod, its all local technology. You should do your research, all military and computer technology in Imitora is upwards of 2100. And if any godmoding was done, you participated first by just saying that cammeras appeared in the school so you could track us. Like I said, you wanna play techno hardball, I can play back even harder. Also, its Imitora, not Imatora. And you dont know hte age or background of any of the hackers. For all you know Beez could be 29, maybe 30, alergic to natural sunlight.

::OOC: Sorry, kiddo. Didn't mean to jump off at you. None of the other kids were playing a "beyond 2100" techno scenario, so I was RPing a 2004 scenario.

Sorry I got your name wrong, too.

BTW, it wasn't an Effrenati satellite Danestar used, but an Enyalian satellite being used by permission. Helluvan international incident for some foreign exchange student from Imitora to blow it up. Hope you can find someone to RP the Enyalian government reaction!

Wasn't trying to play "hardball," I don't view this as a competition. Was just trying to give y'all some interesting challenges, but obviously my tech is way too far behind to be of any use to you.

So have fun!

OOC: Mike isn't a foreighn exchange student, just a kid with good friends, and your intro of the satalite and ultra micro fiber optic cammeras was an unfair advantage to us, so I just presented an unfair advantage to you.

OOC: Things just got interesting. Classes just started for me today so I will check back at my break.

"I'm the kind of person that people don't really remember. And only two people have seen me. I think I could manage staying in country without being caught."

[ooc: Too crowded and moving too quickly for my schedule. I'm out, have fun.]

"Don't be so sure to make assumptions, Chris. You may think they didn't see, but they could have."

Mike heard Chris' words with an air of suspicion. "Yeah, you never know, after all, these people haven't been looking at you in a crowd, they've seen you alone. Gotten a good chance to pick up on you, learn your features. I think you'd be best to get outa country with the rest of us."

Tom nodded.

"Do as you wish, but it would be best to leave. So what do we do now?"

Mike looked around at their new aresenal of chemical weapons, air powered projectile launchers, and high explosives. He smiled. "I say we get ready for the big show."

"Okay, if I live, I'll leave the country. Should we set the traps in the halls now?"

"Yeah," Mike said, pulling his cell phone to his ear.
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In another part of the city, a less than stock black 2004 Acura Integra (RSX to all those who dont know about JDM) shot down the highway at a conservative 85 mph. "Rise" by The Cult blasted over the stereo, and the only way he knew his cell phone was ringing was the vibration in his pocket. Using a steering wheel mounted remote, he clicked the radio off, and answered the phone. "Yeah."

He listened to the voice on the other end for a brief period of time, and hung up. He shot towards teh exit ramp, stereo still blasting.

Carlos nodded. "Roger that. Let's get set."

Tom looked around the room.

"I'm ready. What needs to be done?"

"Moi aussi. Just let me know what you want me to do. We set it up and then decide where we need to go. Set it off and get the fuck out of here."

Dominque cocked both his wepons and took a coil of wire from his bag, then a pipe grenade,"i hope this thing blows..old as hell", then took the 2 hostages to the jaitors closet,tired them togeather, wired the door with the pipe grenade and shut it. Outside in the hall he put the girls watch halfway under the door so it was visable, he grinned a evil grin,"when swat opens this door they will go boom along with the broad and hero".

Chris called to Dominique. "Hey, you know you're psychotic, right? I'm thinking they will definitely send someone after you once we leave this country."

Turning back to the group, he set up what was to be done. "Okay, we set traps on most of the doors, and rig the main halls with my paint and flammable liquids. Give them a hell of a time getting here, but, unfortunately for them, we'll be gone. Right?"

"Right,' Mike said.
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(OOC: Cuz I guess I scared away our only RPed oposition...)

The helicopter landed a meer 100 yards from the school, a black MH90 Spiderhawk. Several men in suites exited the aircraft, and walked over to the police on scene. He introduced himself, and as soon as pleasentries were over, he went to buisness.

The man, whose name the police would forget in a few days, went back to the helicopter, follwed closely by the police. In fact, the entire gathering crowd appraoched back to where they had all been located earlier. It would be best if they showed no change in tactics, although it was obviously to late.

However, the deed had been done, and now it was time to get to real work. He used an available database to research all teh students currently inside. A few misguided souls. Only one really stood out, a German exchange student. He downloaded the info on all the students to his laptop, and his associates began performing general backgrund checks.

He then grabbed the open end to the hard phone, and picked it up, hitting the call button.