Quincyy
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:09 PM |
It is 2018, Manhattan, New York. Three weeks ago American President J. Harvey was assassinated while on holiday in Spain with his family. Immediately following his death, his VP Jane R. Portman is elected into office in Washington D.C.
It becomes international news when it is leaked to have been the Jaepangwan, (재판관), an elite group led by the N. Korean government. America is thrown into war. Following this announcement, China releases the news that they stand with N. Korea.
With heavy hearts the public realize this can only mean World War.
Today, P. Jane R. Portman leaves her hotel in Manhattan to be moved to a secure location. The majority of the public fears that N. Korea will follow through with their threats of nuclear war, but others know N. Korea will be committing suicide if they do so, for the entire world would go into nuclear war. Instead they believe in the possibility that China and N. Korea will instead work towards taking Portman hostage, and working negotiations for nuclear weapons.
As Portman boards her plane, not her, or any of her associates could have known that the Jaepangwan was on board already.
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Possible Location Options for your character:
1. Aboard Air Force One, (in this case you must be: flight attendant, or Presidential administration) 2. Manhattan, New York 3. Washington D.C 4. Seoul, S. Korea
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Character Sheet:
Name: Physical Description: Occupation: Location: Age: Bio:
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Quincyy
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:12 PM |
Character Sheet:
Name: Jane. R Portman Physical Description: Tall, thin, red hair, green eyes. Occupation: President of the United States of America Location: Air Force One, leaving Manhattan, NY Age: 45 Bio: Born and raised in New York, met the deceased President while working in Congress. Has one son, named Mathew,
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PearTime
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:34 PM |
Name: Matthew Robertson Physical Description: Median-sized, messy brown hair, brown eyes, general normal build. Occupation: Secretary of Defense Location: Aboard Air Force One, leaving Manhattan, NY Age: 58 Bio: Matthew is a pretty outgoing and strong person. He was born and raised in Orlando, Florida. Immediately after graduating from High School, he enlisted into the United States Army and almost excelled in every challenge. Years after he enlisted into the Army, he married and had 3 wonderful children. Everything was perfect then, Matthew was exceeding high into the ranks, he had great children, and a caring and loving wife. What could have gone wrong? Unfortunately, Matthew's great life came to an abrupt end when he received the news his wife and children died in a car crash. Matthew soon fell into immediate depression with no family members or anybody to help him. Later on, Matthew learned to take medication and deal with the fact he'd never see his family again. His life was now focused into the Army, and many people took notice to that. When Matthew found out President Harvey was assassinated, he was devastated along with the rest of the nation. At the time of his death, Matthew was a Major General. His unique devotion to America and the Army attracted the attention of the newly appointed President Portman and they soon became close friends. A week later, Matthew was appointed Secretary of Defense. After the assassination of President Harvey, Matthew began to obsess over the Jaepangwan, the people that committed the horrible crime. He is currently bent on destroying them. |
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Quincyy
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:36 PM |
| [Character Sheets are still being accepted, but we will start the RP now.] |
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soardlo
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:37 PM |
| Any military positions for this? |
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Quincyy
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:38 PM |
| [Any occupation is available.] |
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:39 PM |
| (So I can be a Noss Kolian spy?) |
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Quincyy
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:44 PM |
*Adjusts seat, looking out the window. The engines hum. My Chief of Staff sits across from me sipping some coffee*
"You alright?" he says quietly. "Fine thanks." I lean my head back and sigh. |
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Quincyy
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:45 PM |
| [What exactly is Noss Kolian?] |
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:46 PM |
| (Yes thats fine. Please fill out a character sheet.) |
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:52 PM |
Name: Tyler James Physical Description: Tyler stands at 5 foot 8, white skin, regular length brown hair, a well kept beard and mustache. Occupation: Pilot Location: Air Force One Age: 32 Bio: Tyler grew up in a small town, and went to college to be a pilot. Being one of the best pilots in the nation, he was hired for Air Force One.
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PearTime
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:55 PM |
I suck in a deep breath of icy air before entering Air Force One. I never liked planes.
I walked in with a group of Security Service agents, there were a lot of extra precautions ever since President Harvey was assassinated. Personally, I never found Secret Service necessary, until now. I walked down the aisles with my suitcase and spotted the President and Chief of Staff. I waved at them and rushed to a seat.
After I sat and put my suitcase in the overhead bin, I smiled at both of them and spoke.
"You know we're being escorted by extra Fighter Jets, right?" I chuckled at both of them and faced straight ahead, drinking my coffee with a shaky hand, unaware of what was ahead of this journey. |
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| 13 Jan 2014 06:59 PM |
Tyler
I look in the back. Something felt uneasy. I put my hand on the hilt of my gun, and return to the pit. |
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:01 PM |
I look over at Matthew. Doug, the Chief of Staff grins.
"Is that suppose to be a good thing?" I say, with a sigh.
A stewardess walks up towards the cockpit, past us. |
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:06 PM |
Name: Aaron [REDACTED] Physical Description: 6'7", 223#, muscular build, fit, dark green camo uniform, combat gear. Occupation: USMC Location: Air force one cargo bay Age: 27 Bio: [REDACTED] |
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PearTime
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:10 PM |
I sit back in the seat trying to relax, with my hand firm on the cup until the President speaks with a nervous tone.
"Not exactly Madame President." I grin and give her a sarcastic wink before sinking back into the seat.
Minutes later, the "seat belts on" sign is activated giving the signal the plane is about to launch any second. The worst part of the plane is the launch, I think to myself with a groan. |
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:11 PM |
| I speak into the speakerphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot, we will be lifting off shortly. |
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:15 PM |
Smiles, and sits up from the seat. "Excuse me," I stand and hurry towards the restroom. The small room lights automatically and I pull my hair back out of it's bun. |
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:17 PM |
| I straighten my blouse and walk back to my seat, my heels clicking against the carpeted interior. |
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soardlo
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:22 PM |
Aaron
I rest in a crate in the cargo bay, going over my mission files...
-File --Designation Flight ---Codename Condor ----Mission briefing
Your orders are to remain undetected unless signs of trouble are noticed, You are under orders of the Commodore of the Navy and are to take no other orders until this mission reaches completion at the end of the planes journey.
-close files-
I do a quick check of my hear, M4A1 Silenced M1911 Few flashbangs and smokies IR short range scope attachment Grip Laser dot designator |
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PearTime
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:23 PM |
I looked around nervously, noticing that we were seconds away from rolling onto the runway and launching into the air.
Anything could happen, and that's what scared me. In an attempt to take my mind at ease, I whipped out my laptop to email defense advisers.
I think I actually started to feel better. |
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| 13 Jan 2014 07:25 PM |
Sits down, and the plane moves off the tarmac, beginning its rise into the air. I cross my legs, and remove my heels. Doug slides a New York Times article across the table.
"Frankly, the last thing I care to hear would be the news", I slide it back towards him. |
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