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#Post#: 950--------------------------------------------------
Atomic Punk
By: calliamity Date: February 12, 2025, 8:49 pm
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[center]Regina Roberts[/center]
[center]On every wall and place my fearsome name is heard, just
look around[/center]
[center]Arcane 3 | Confidence | Daredevil | Hit List:
NWO[/center]
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[BR]
The road had been pretty easy on the way south, then west, the
only kink in the works being a bit of night terrors in Amarillo.
Regina had woke up screaming, smashed a lamp and given herself a
pretty bad cut on the forehead. She'd refused to let Lena look
at it and locked herself on the bathroom for the rest of the
day, coming out later with a bandage partially hidden by a
strategic drape of hair. Did she need stitches? Who could say,
neither of them were medical professionals.[BR][BR]And they had
places to be, anyway.[BR][BR]Next stop was Phoenix, a real big
city. They'd considered going through Flagstaff but the trip
would've left them too exposed, and they needed something fast
for the last leg of the trip. A major metropolitan area is a
mixed bag when on the run from the Shadow Government. There's
herd camouflage but there's also a surplus of useful idiots and
surveillance. A tightrope to be walked. Harder to get hit by
something big and unstoppable but a SWAT team could be just as
deadly as a laser-guided munition.[BR][BR]As Regina leans
against the dumpster, panting for breath, looking down into the
dead eyes of the officer they'd just marked off with their
Hinderer knife, they reflect on these things and think, maybe
they should've gone through Flagstaff after all. They pause to
snatch a few extra magazines off the cop's gunbelt, then shove
off and continue running. They'll have ghetto birds in the air
soon enough so now they have arrived at the same decision most
Phoenix residents eventually come to.[BR][BR]It's time to get
the hell out of Arizona.[BR][BR]A few minutes later she parks a
black Charger with red racing stripes in front of the downtown
motel they'd rented, somewhere on Van Buren across from a big
strip club with neon lights that made the cheap blinds glow pink
in the evening. Leaving the engine running, they sprint up the
stairs and pound on the door twice, leaving two bloody
handprints. "We gotta shake it, Len!" Police sirens in the
distance.
#Post#: 951--------------------------------------------------
Re: Atomic Punk
By: Mother_Hydra Date: February 12, 2025, 9:09 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
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Lena had been busy folding up the last of some clothing she'd
spent the time to clean, they'd been on the move for a while
now, and neither of them had more than a few pairs of clothing
so she'd taken the time to put them through the wash. She is
glad for the fact that she'd just finished putting them back in
their bags when Reggie bangs down the door.
Eyebrows raise in alarm as she took a moment to take in the
disheveled look of her travelling companion and they remained
there as she spied the blood, and heard the siren's in the
distance. "I'd almost started to think of this like a road
trip." She quipped as she grabbed up both their bags and headed
for parking lot, watery blue eyes tracking to find whatever
vehicle the former technocrat had acquired this time.
It became pretty clear given that the charger was situated at
the bottom of the stairs, not properly parked and still very
clearly running. She doesn't comment, there was no point, she
threw the bags in the car and slid into the passenger seat,
already extracting her pistol from its rigging at her
side...those siren's were getting closer by the second.
"I never did like Phoenix anyways..."
#Post#: 968--------------------------------------------------
Re: Atomic Punk
By: calliamity Date: February 14, 2025, 4:39 pm
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[center]Regina Roberts[/center]
[center]On every wall and place my fearsome name is heard, just
look around[/center]
[center]Arcane 3 | Confidence | Daredevil | Hit List:
NWO[/center]
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[BR]
"It was kinda fun, right?" Reggie shoots her a grin as she
slides into the passenger seat, one hand on the wheel while the
other throws the manual into drive. Tires spin on asphault,
burning out of the parking lot like a slug fired out of a gun.
There's a second squeel as they hop a curb onto Van Buren and it
takes a split second to regain traction. The Beretta rattles
around in the central cup holder, which is not an appropriate
holster.[BR][BR]Flashing lights behind them. Red and blue ahead
too, but not as close. "Way back, you asked me if I had any
wetware. I used to, actually; implanted trinary rig, anchored to
bone. They took it out of me." They swerve around a slow-mover
who hasn't seemed to notice they're in the middle of a veritable
shitstorm just yet. "But are you packing anything? Is it too
much to hope you got a plasma cannon up your
sleeve?"[BR][BR]Grand Avenue notoriously sucks. It runs
diagonally to the rest of the near-perfect grid of roads through
Phoenix, and in most cases, as this one, it makes for a six-way
intersection. The cops have the whole thing blocked off
end-to-end with cars marked and unmarked. There are a few people
in crisp business suits amongst them.[BR][BR]Van Buren and Grand
also has another little wrinkle: a train track running through
it. Expensive tires spit gravel violently as the rogue agent
flips them onto the tracks, heading roughly northwest. The
roadblock starts to come apart as the ACAB Bunch start up their
assortment of cruisers and SUVs to give chase but they've got a
head start now.[BR][BR]If only it weren't for that helicopter
that suddenly chops in above them, shining a spotlight down that
nearly turns night into day. Regina puts on her aviators. "Well.
That's gonna be a problem."
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Re: Atomic Punk
By: Mother_Hydra Date: February 15, 2025, 7:37 am
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
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Lena dragged the seatbelt across her lap, securing her into
place as Reggie tore up the streets, Lena knew all to well that
this wasn't necessarily the smartest move, as it restricted her
movement and kept her in place. She pulled her pistol from its
rig and quickly checked the load before looking about, trying to
ascertain the many possible avenues of approach.
"I'm afraid it may be to much to ask. When I left I didn't
exactly get to choose to keep the tech." She shifted her
position, pulling herself up and back into the seat so that she
had a bit more movement even as she was restrained by the belt.
"I hadn't exactly anticipated getting into any high speed car
chases."
The spotlight hits and Lena is shocked, the amount of reaction
to their presence far greater than she had anticipated, but
clearly the Technocracy had no intention of letting one of their
agents go without a great deal of loss or effort.
[4d10 t5] Roll: [9, 6, 2, 1] Result: 2 Reason: Mind 4 Corr 1
quick cast +1 -2 for Quint WP
"That...said." Her eyes sputtered, violet light beginning to
flash within as she hunched over grasping her head. Unseen to
her compatriot Lena reached out into the void between herself
and the chopper above, and touched the mind of the pilot within.
Suddenly, the light went out, and the pilot within veered off,
following another street, the stablight turning on once again as
they began to chase an entirely different vehicle.
"There...." Lena grunted as she hunched down in her seat with a
wince. "That, should take care of them for a while."
#Post#: 974--------------------------------------------------
Re: Atomic Punk
By: calliamity Date: February 17, 2025, 7:18 pm
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[center]Regina Roberts[/center]
[center]On every wall and place my fearsome name is heard, just
look around[/center]
[center]Arcane 3 | Confidence | Daredevil | Hit List:
NWO[/center]
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With the hammer fully down, the Charger loses traction for
fractions of a second every so often before immediately grabbing
hold of the earth again. It's a sensation not unlike standing on
the deck of a ship in a storm. The police lights are barely
visible through the thick cloud of dust, debris and garbage
kicked back behind them.[BR][BR]Regina puts her hand on Lena's
shoulder as the blonde crunches down, gripping reassuringly.
"Kickback?" she asks through a grimace, knowing that feeling all
too well. But probably differently - no two individuals feel it
the same, and even individual instances can be the difference
between getting a tooth pulled and having a hole drilled through
one's skull.[BR][BR]They're distracted enough that they almost
miss it when they approach the ass end of a train standing still
on the tracks. Reggie yanks the steering wheel, narrowly evading
the massive, stalled vehicle and sending them into a spin. The
car plows through one chainlink fence drapped with tattered
green tarp and then another a beat later. Then, as the crunching
of gravel stops and the squeel of tires picks up, the rogue
agent jerks the wheel one way then the other, causing the sports
car to wiggle its ass like it's at the club and sending the tarp
and embedded steel links off to one side.[BR][BR]The paintjob's
a mess, though, as though it had dreamed of Freddy Krueger.
Regina lets out an audible breath, then adjusts their
sunglasses. "Yeah, nailed it," they squeak.
#Post#: 975--------------------------------------------------
Re: Atomic Punk
By: Mother_Hydra Date: February 17, 2025, 7:34 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
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Lena had hunched over, her head in her hands when she felt that
hand on her shoulder. She looked up, that violet light still
dancing behind her eyes as she looked first to the hand and then
to Reggie and shook her head. "No, I'm just not used-"
The words are cut off as they almost slam headlong into an
unmoving wall of steel and cargo, Lena letting out a cry of
surprise and maybe a hint of fear moments before Reggie manages
to swerve to avoid it instead colliding with a chainlink fence.
Lena's hand is on her chest as they come to a stop, her other
bracing her against the seat as she held onto the 'oh shit' bar
above her seat. She looks at Reggie with those wide watery eyes,
adrenaline coursing through her veins at a nearly problematic
pace.
"Tell me we aren't stuck."
#Post#: 977--------------------------------------------------
Re: Atomic Punk
By: calliamity Date: February 18, 2025, 8:10 pm
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[center]Regina Roberts[/center]
[center]On every wall and place my fearsome name is heard, just
look around[/center]
[center]Arcane 3 | Confidence | Daredevil | Hit List:
NWO[/center]
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[BR]
The wheels churn and the engine roars in reply to Lena's
question. But then they find purchase on asphault again after
spitting out the last of the chain links from underfoot. The
Charger lurches forward a few feet, a false start. "Not yet we
aren't." She kills the lights and rolls down the window,
reaching for the Beretta in the center console. "But say we
were, what then?"[BR][BR]The lean rogue press-checks the chamber
and then sticks the weapon out the window in a sideways
gangbanger grip, arm propped up on the windowsill for support.
"We take each other out?" There's a crash from the direction of
the tracks - at least one of the cops hadn't cleared the train
like they had. Big yikes, as CJ would say. But who even was
that? "What's the protocol there, would we kiss first? I mean I
know we barely know each other but it seems like a
formality-"[BR][BR]Train of thought blessedly interrupted as a
black SUV comes into view behind them. Regina closes her eyes
and squeezes the trigger.[BR][BR][9d10 t8] Roll: [9, 8, 7, 7, 7,
7, 6, 3, 1] Result: 2 Dexterity 4+Dream 5, diff 8
(Headshot)[BR][BR][7d10 t6] Roll: [10, 5, 4, 3, 3, 3, 1] Result:
1 Lethal damage[BR][BR]The bullet whizzes past her target's
head, clipping the shadowy figure at the temple. Not lethal at
all. Dream bigger next time. She floors it, and the SUV follows
suit but her stolen hot rod is faster on the straightaway as
they burn towards the highway. A few cruisers trail behind but
now that there's been a shot fired, the dance is changing.
"Babydoll, would you kindly put on something I can roast these
pigs to?"
#Post#: 978--------------------------------------------------
Re: Atomic Punk
By: Mother_Hydra Date: February 18, 2025, 8:49 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
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Wheels spin, metal grates and clangs its protest but the chain
link fence cannot hold. The torque from the charger overpowers
the galvanized steel and tosses it away in disdain as the
vehicle propels itself free with a lurch and Lena's hand does
not remove itself from the dashboard, the blonde continuing to
brace herself against the erratic movements of the vehicle.
She looks at Reggie, and the look on her face is one that
questions whether the other woman is joking, or simply cracked
under pressure. She decided however, to process it as spoken and
she shook her head. "I am not giving up everything I have worked
for with a quick kiss and a bullet to the brain."
She reaches forward, flicking on the radio. The first station is
something pop, sounds like Katy Perry, with a grimace she flicks
the dial, and talk radio comes across, the announcer droning on
about the politician that was about to be on the show. With a
hard turn of the dial Lena finds a winner. Bulls on Parade
blares out through the speakers, and with a tilt of her head and
a shrug Lena leaves the dial as she pulls out her Colt and turns
in the seat, bracing herself now, her back pressed into the
locked seat belt.
"If...and only if we have no way out, then..maybe you'll get
that kiss." She said as she dropped the passenger side window
and leaned out just long enough to squeeze off a shot.
Dice Maiden: Mother_Hydra Request: [7d10 t7] Roll: [10, 9, 6,
5, 4, 3, 2] Result: 2 Reason: Dex 4 + Firearms 3
[9:46 PM]
APP
Dice Maiden: Mother_Hydra Request: [6d10 t6] Roll: [10, 9, 8,
7, 4, 2] Result: 4 Reason: Damage
Lena wasn't aiming for the instant kill, her shot crazed the
glass of the sedan's windshield and chunked hard into the meat
of the driver, center torso. She quickly retreated back into the
relative safety of the car.
"Now, I am dearly missing Phillip and his shitty cafeteria
blade."
#Post#: 979--------------------------------------------------
Re: Atomic Punk
By: calliamity Date: February 18, 2025, 10:00 pm
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[center]Regina Roberts[/center]
[center]On every wall and place my fearsome name is heard, just
look around[/center]
[center]Arcane 3 | Confidence | Daredevil | Hit List:
NWO[/center]
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[BR]
Their eyes feel more clear, focused. Their hand on the wheel
tightens its grip while the other rests on the window, the dry
and sort of nasty Phoenix night air blowing through their short
hair. "Well, now I'm conflicted." They press the button to raise
the window with the barrel of their gun. "Almost wanna get
caught." They watch the shot in the rearview, the second hole
punched into the windshield, the way the driver lurches and
struggles to maintain control.[BR][BR]Okay, so Lena's a way
better shot.[BR][BR]"Yeah, this'll do." They toss the pistol
from one hand to the other, decocking it with the safety and
dropping it into the cupholder again to shift up a gear. While
the competition flounders, they spin onto the offramp of Black
Canyon Highway, heading against traffic - not that there's much
of it at this hour, but there's enough that people be honkin'
and flashing their brights. Because that'll help.[BR][BR]"No
news chopper, figured we'd be front page material," the burned
femme mutters. There's a solid concrete divider with fencing on
top to separate them from the other side of the highway - the
correct side. The side that has a few police cars swinging onto
it in their wake. The divider is a problem for both parties. But
Regina is a much better driver, and she weaves through the
vehicles rocketing towards them from them darkness with a casual
and frankly psychopathic ease.[BR][BR][9d10 t6] Roll: [10, 10,
9, 7, 7, 4, 4, 2, 2] Result: 7 Dex 4 (Smooth)+Drive 3+Daredevil
3, capped by Maneuver, diff 8-2 Expert Driver[BR][BR]By the time
they leave the city limits and the divider disappears, leaving
just a patch of dirt and grass to separate the lanes, the red
and blue lights are barely even visible.
#Post#: 983--------------------------------------------------
Re: Atomic Punk
By: Mother_Hydra Date: February 19, 2025, 9:52 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
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The manage to create just enough space that the duo are able to
breath, and when they were able to catch their breath they were
able to get running.
Lena might be the better shot, but in this moment Reggie proves
just how much of a wheel woman they were, driving into traffic
and still managing to remain ahead of the police on the other
side of the barricade.
"No news means no ones about to tell the story. They don't want
the people to know about us anymore than necessary." This didn't
surprise Lena at all, her gaze set now that she was used to the
adrenaline that's coursing through her veins.
When the reach the edge of the city limits, Lena looked over her
shoulder, surveying the lights that were behind them and frowned
before she turned back in the seat and looked up at Reggie.
"They will likely call in aid from the next state over, we may
end up being sandwiched between two sets of police departments."
She grimaced at the thought as she leaned forward to lay both
arms upon the dash.
"Any plan for that?"
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