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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]
       [float=right max=45%]
  HTML https://i.imgur.com/lewTVSu.png[/float]
       [hr]
       [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."
       #Post#: 973--------------------------------------------------
       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]
       [float=right max=45%]
  HTML https://i.imgur.com/lewTVSu.png[/float]
       [hr]
       [BR]
       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]
       [float=right max=45%]
  HTML https://i.imgur.com/lewTVSu.png[/float]
       [hr]
       [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]
       [center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/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]
       [float=right max=45%]
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       [hr]
       [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]
       [center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/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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