Jaxusism
15-12-2003, 15:29
OoC : This is a private RP for now.
IC :
Jaxen Jaxusism, a spy for Jaxusism, just changed his identity 2 weeks ago. Now his name is Mr. Michael, whos a deep traveler born in the USA. "He's been to the USA, Iran, North Korea, Russia, and many other countries" say the Jaxusism government, who claim to not know him. Now he's going to Tent of Meeting for a "job" at the research center. More like spying for Jaxusism. He arrived at the airport, where he was met by a cheap looking limo sent by the research facility.
http://www.worldslargestdisco.com/images/limo.jpg
Cheap Limo Arriving (Ugly In My Eyes)
He was driven to the facility, where his "new" boss was waiting.
"Ah, you must be... Mr. Michael, without a last name?" his boss said to him.
"I never knew my parent's names. All I know is they named me 'Little Mikey'." He responded.
"Well, Mr. Michael, I need you to work right away," his boss said, he was in a black suit, blue shirt. He stood up. "Research on our... research, and see what you think can be better about it. As you say, your an expert in 'making things better'. Now, move it. No time for slacking at Tent of Meeting's research facilities."
"Except for the security," Jaxen said under his breath.
"What was that, Mr. Michael?" his boss said.
"Uh... Nothing..." Jaxen left to the facilities.
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Wow, what junk facilities! They are so messy... Jaxen thought to himself. He took out his notepad.
A semi-automatic pistol... junk
A hand sized assault rifle? interesting... *scribble*
An "xtremely fast" bomber... junk
Everything in this place is junk! (has already seen 76 items)
No...
Junk...
Never gonna happen...
Crap...
What's this?
A super-nuclear missile... Interesting... *scribble*
Ah, a planning paper. *crumple and in pocket*
Able destroy an entire region, eh? Sounds good... *scribble*
Statistics... Yes... Yes... Good... *scribble*
*sits at computer* *accesses main data of "Project N", aka Project Nuke*
*print*
(75 pages of printouts)
Jaxen hears footsteps down the hall...
"Uh-oh..." Jaxen took all his notes and ran down the hall, hoping no one else was in the building.
IC :
Jaxen Jaxusism, a spy for Jaxusism, just changed his identity 2 weeks ago. Now his name is Mr. Michael, whos a deep traveler born in the USA. "He's been to the USA, Iran, North Korea, Russia, and many other countries" say the Jaxusism government, who claim to not know him. Now he's going to Tent of Meeting for a "job" at the research center. More like spying for Jaxusism. He arrived at the airport, where he was met by a cheap looking limo sent by the research facility.
http://www.worldslargestdisco.com/images/limo.jpg
Cheap Limo Arriving (Ugly In My Eyes)
He was driven to the facility, where his "new" boss was waiting.
"Ah, you must be... Mr. Michael, without a last name?" his boss said to him.
"I never knew my parent's names. All I know is they named me 'Little Mikey'." He responded.
"Well, Mr. Michael, I need you to work right away," his boss said, he was in a black suit, blue shirt. He stood up. "Research on our... research, and see what you think can be better about it. As you say, your an expert in 'making things better'. Now, move it. No time for slacking at Tent of Meeting's research facilities."
"Except for the security," Jaxen said under his breath.
"What was that, Mr. Michael?" his boss said.
"Uh... Nothing..." Jaxen left to the facilities.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wow, what junk facilities! They are so messy... Jaxen thought to himself. He took out his notepad.
A semi-automatic pistol... junk
A hand sized assault rifle? interesting... *scribble*
An "xtremely fast" bomber... junk
Everything in this place is junk! (has already seen 76 items)
No...
Junk...
Never gonna happen...
Crap...
What's this?
A super-nuclear missile... Interesting... *scribble*
Ah, a planning paper. *crumple and in pocket*
Able destroy an entire region, eh? Sounds good... *scribble*
Statistics... Yes... Yes... Good... *scribble*
*sits at computer* *accesses main data of "Project N", aka Project Nuke*
*print*
(75 pages of printouts)
Jaxen hears footsteps down the hall...
"Uh-oh..." Jaxen took all his notes and ran down the hall, hoping no one else was in the building.