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@janitorial-unit
Due to the increasing amount of suspicion:
Mann. Co has hired me to clean and dispose of any incriminating evidence.
Please feel free to report any messes that require handling.
~Boundaries~
-no suggestive asks, mod is a minor
-idk just donât be evil
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(Open role-play)
[ #đď¸Observing you from afar, taking frantic notes on a very thick and worn down notebook as if he was rushing to squeeze a history out of you. ]
They notice him and stop cleaning up the blood, before picking up their shotgun and pointing at him. They were told to eradicate any witness they see.
They aim.
But they arenât a good shot, so they miss.
â. âË.â âď¸ ââËâ§ ďž He stumbled backwards trying to avoid the bullet, which hits a nearby boulder. He falls on his side, quickly searching for the notebook he dropped and scanning his surroundings for a place to hide. In any other circumstance he could've maybe talked his way out of confrontation! He was, at last, a good chatter. But the person who just shot him was wearing a shadow of purple that had made clear its disdain for gossipers.
He didn't even wait to be fully standing before he took off for the hills, quite literally. He slid between two boulders, making it harder to aim at him.
Then, out of pure pettiness, he snapped a photo at them.
Luwana flinched at the sound of the camera shuttering, then sprinted after him, shooting wouldnât be effective for them right now. They were fast! They had to be if they wanted to clean up all the bodies before the police arrived. This time, their main objective was to kill this journalist.
Nothing can come out about this especially any photo affiliating them with the crime.
â. âË.â âď¸ ââËâ§ ďž A undignified scream escapes his throat. It was one thing being shot; he had been shot a few times by now. Someone running directly to him with the intention of killing him was, however, not routine. His first instinct is to move deeper between the boulders, and so he pockets the camera and starts to crawl his escape. He uses his forearms to push himself forward, hoping that the shadows, the dust and the boulders all come together to make it difficult for him to be spotted.
He realized his mistake the second his head bumped into another boulder; he trapped himself. He couldn't even look back.
He held his breath, scrutinizing his surroundings for any sight of light, anything crack in the rocks that he could force his escape through. No luck, except for the light the sky emitted through a tight crevice. He didn't know how to climb.
They quickly caught up. He could now see the barrel of a shotgun directed at him through the crevice he crawled into. They pulled the trigger, andâ
Click.
Click, click.
Itâs jammed.
But they can still kill him.
They sat by the crevice and waited, taking a sip of their water. If they wouldnât get him, the New Mexico heat would.
â. âË.â âď¸ ââËâ§ ďž His clothes and skin were getting scratched by the boulders as the panic of merely seeing the gun to his face level made him stumble on his feet and get sightly stuck. The confusion of seeing the barrel withdrawing didn't last long enough to appease his panic; he realized their intentions as soon as his first drop of sweat slid off his forehead. He touched his face, his hand coming damp. His difficult breathing, his dry throat and his general fatigue were all to blame to the heat; the nausea, though, was pure panic.
â Shit. Shit, shit. I'm dead. If I don't get out I'm dead. â
â. âË.â âď¸ ââËâ§ ďž He went through his bag a few times, realizing he had nothing to defend himself with. He knew panic was bad and that all the calories spent on his frantic thoughts were wasted, but the survival instincts of thousands of years were sinking their claws into his throat. He looked up to the sky, the small snippet of pure blue that mocked him from above. There was no other way out.
He grabbed a fistful of rock, feeling the sharpness of the stone break his skin. He closed his eyes, practically dragging himself up with his hands as he gritted his teeth. He knew, he didn't have a lot of time before the heat got him. If it did, he wouldn't wake up.
They felt like taunting him a little, picking up the water and shaking it slightly so that the sounds of ice clinking and water sloshing around the metal water bottle could be heard.
âMaybe youâll learn to mind your own damn business. If you survive, that is.â
They said, before taking a long gulp of their very hydrating water, then shaking it again..
HELLO! :3
@meet-the-blu-cultist
âOh, hey! Iâm sorta new hereâŚwho are you?â
(he paused his mind seemingly going blank at that statement but smirking causally)
A long time worker for the administrator...also team BLU's cultist! Pleased to see a new face around here!!
ââŚ.Cultist? Thatâs your job here?â
âNo offence, I just didnât think that was a job.â
It is now!
I am in a cult...which is pretty blessed in my point of view...
...you need help?
âWhat would I need help for?â
HELLO! :3
@meet-the-blu-cultist
âOh, hey! Iâm sorta new hereâŚwho are you?â
(he paused his mind seemingly going blank at that statement but smirking causally)
A long time worker for the administrator...also team BLU's cultist! Pleased to see a new face around here!!
ââŚ.Cultist? Thatâs your job here?â
âNo offence, I just didnât think that was a job.â
HELLO! :3
@meet-the-blu-cultist
âOh, hey! Iâm sorta new hereâŚwho are you?â
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(Open role-play)
[ #đď¸Observing you from afar, taking frantic notes on a very thick and worn down notebook as if he was rushing to squeeze a history out of you. ]
They notice him and stop cleaning up the blood, before picking up their shotgun and pointing at him. They were told to eradicate any witness they see.
They aim.
But they arenât a good shot, so they miss.
â. âË.â âď¸ ââËâ§ ďž He stumbled backwards trying to avoid the bullet, which hits a nearby boulder. He falls on his side, quickly searching for the notebook he dropped and scanning his surroundings for a place to hide. In any other circumstance he could've maybe talked his way out of confrontation! He was, at last, a good chatter. But the person who just shot him was wearing a shadow of purple that had made clear its disdain for gossipers.
He didn't even wait to be fully standing before he took off for the hills, quite literally. He slid between two boulders, making it harder to aim at him.
Then, out of pure pettiness, he snapped a photo at them.
Luwana flinched at the sound of the camera shuttering, then sprinted after him, shooting wouldnât be effective for them right now. They were fast! They had to be if they wanted to clean up all the bodies before the police arrived. This time, their main objective was to kill this journalist.
Nothing can come out about this especially any photo affiliating them with the crime.
â. âË.â âď¸ ââËâ§ ďž A undignified scream escapes his throat. It was one thing being shot; he had been shot a few times by now. Someone running directly to him with the intention of killing him was, however, not routine. His first instinct is to move deeper between the boulders, and so he pockets the camera and starts to crawl his escape. He uses his forearms to push himself forward, hoping that the shadows, the dust and the boulders all come together to make it difficult for him to be spotted.
He realized his mistake the second his head bumped into another boulder; he trapped himself. He couldn't even look back.
He held his breath, scrutinizing his surroundings for any sight of light, anything crack in the rocks that he could force his escape through. No luck, except for the light the sky emitted through a tight crevice. He didn't know how to climb.
They quickly caught up. He could now see the barrel of a shotgun directed at him through the crevice he crawled into. They pulled the trigger, andâ
Click.
Click, click.
Itâs jammed.
But they can still kill him.
They sat by the crevice and waited, taking a sip of their water. If they wouldnât get him, the New Mexico heat would.
(Open role-play)
[ #đď¸Observing you from afar, taking frantic notes on a very thick and worn down notebook as if he was rushing to squeeze a history out of you. ]
They notice him and stop cleaning up the blood, before picking up their shotgun and pointing at him. They were told to eradicate any witness they see.
They aim.
But they arenât a good shot, so they miss.
â. âË.â âď¸ ââËâ§ ďž He stumbled backwards trying to avoid the bullet, which hits a nearby boulder. He falls on his side, quickly searching for the notebook he dropped and scanning his surroundings for a place to hide. In any other circumstance he could've maybe talked his way out of confrontation! He was, at last, a good chatter. But the person who just shot him was wearing a shadow of purple that had made clear its disdain for gossipers.
He didn't even wait to be fully standing before he took off for the hills, quite literally. He slid between two boulders, making it harder to aim at him.
Then, out of pure pettiness, he snapped a photo at them.
Luwana flinched at the sound of the camera shuttering, then sprinted after him, shooting wouldnât be effective for them right now. They were fast! They had to be if they wanted to clean up all the bodies before the police arrived. This time, their main objective was to kill this journalist.
Nothing can come out about this especially any photo affiliating them with the crime.
Skrr? Skraw!
A bearded vulture is sitting on the fence looking annoyed
@germandoctorangelo987
âJEEZ!-â
Not realizing itâs Angelo, she quickly attempts shooing the vulture away using her mop.
the vulture just gives her an unamused look đ
âDonât look at me like that, Iâm busy.â :/
đ
Ska
âGo away!â
he hops down and walks (well, waddles) away
đ
// heâŚhe waddled away?
waddle waddle
Skrr? Skraw!
A bearded vulture is sitting on the fence looking annoyed
@germandoctorangelo987
âJEEZ!-â
Not realizing itâs Angelo, she quickly attempts shooing the vulture away using her mop.
the vulture just gives her an unamused look đ
âDonât look at me like that, Iâm busy.â :/
đ
Ska
âGo away!â
Skrr? Skraw!
A bearded vulture is sitting on the fence looking annoyed
@germandoctorangelo987
âJEEZ!-â
Not realizing itâs Angelo, she quickly attempts shooing the vulture away using her mop.
the vulture just gives her an unamused look đ
âDonât look at me like that, Iâm busy.â :/
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Skrr? Skraw!
A bearded vulture is sitting on the fence looking annoyed
@germandoctorangelo987
âJEEZ!-â
Not realizing itâs Angelo, she quickly attempts shooing the vulture away using her mop.
(Open role-play)
[ #đď¸Observing you from afar, taking frantic notes on a very thick and worn down notebook as if he was rushing to squeeze a history out of you. ]
They notice him and stop cleaning up the blood, before picking up their shotgun and pointing at him. They were told to eradicate any witness they see.
They aim.
But they arenât a good shot, so they miss.
You notice this girl.
And she looks like she absolutely wants to die.
Sheâs cleaning up disgustingâŚ.bodily fluids that Sniper just seems to throw around all the time during battle.
@janitorial-unit
Angelo watches for a moment
Do you need help there, vermissen? Be I'd be happy to help.....
He offers quietly, wings folding neatly behind him
âGodâŚwould you? I really donât want to stand around here and cleanâŚâthisâ up for too long.â
Of course! Actually, I think I have some disinfectant in my lab somewhere....!
He says smiling under his mask
âThanks, dude. When I signed up for this job, I didnât think anyone would be throwing jars of piss around.â
Hehe, well that's Sniper for ya. But thankfully it's just him. Our other snipers don't do that.
He says grabbing the disinfectant and some rags and gloves
By the way, I love your hair!
Her mood seems to brighten at the compliment.
âHaha, thanks! Iâve been wondering if bleaching it was a mistake or nothing. Guess it isnât too bad, then.â
I think it looks nice!
He says smiling under his mask, when he accidentally bumps into her with his wings
Ach, my apologies! I forget I have these sometimes...
âItâs okay! I-â
Luwana finally seems to notice heâs a bird man.
ââŚhow.â
Hmmm? Oh, Dorian helped me there.... I supplied him some bearded vulture DNA, and he helped mix it with my DNA.
He says shrugging
She seems skeptical.
âSnnrkâwhat else are you going to tell me? Wizards are real?â
She has no idea.
...... I assume you haven't met Merasmus yet..... Welp, this'll be a fun Halloween.....
He says, he grabs a small bone out of his pocket and eats it, before going back to helping clean the "Jarate"
âWhat? Whoâs Merasmus?â
You notice this girl.
And she looks like she absolutely wants to die.
Sheâs cleaning up disgustingâŚ.bodily fluids that Sniper just seems to throw around all the time during battle.
@janitorial-unit
Angelo watches for a moment
Do you need help there, vermissen? Be I'd be happy to help.....
He offers quietly, wings folding neatly behind him
âGodâŚwould you? I really donât want to stand around here and cleanâŚâthisâ up for too long.â
Of course! Actually, I think I have some disinfectant in my lab somewhere....!
He says smiling under his mask
âThanks, dude. When I signed up for this job, I didnât think anyone would be throwing jars of piss around.â
Hehe, well that's Sniper for ya. But thankfully it's just him. Our other snipers don't do that.
He says grabbing the disinfectant and some rags and gloves
By the way, I love your hair!
Her mood seems to brighten at the compliment.
âHaha, thanks! Iâve been wondering if bleaching it was a mistake or nothing. Guess it isnât too bad, then.â
I think it looks nice!
He says smiling under his mask, when he accidentally bumps into her with his wings
Ach, my apologies! I forget I have these sometimes...
âItâs okay! I-â
Luwana finally seems to notice heâs a bird man.
ââŚhow.â
Hmmm? Oh, Dorian helped me there.... I supplied him some bearded vulture DNA, and he helped mix it with my DNA.
He says shrugging
She seems skeptical.
âSnnrkâwhat else are you going to tell me? Wizards are real?â
She has no idea.
You notice this girl.
And she looks like she absolutely wants to die.
Sheâs cleaning up disgustingâŚ.bodily fluids that Sniper just seems to throw around all the time during battle.
@janitorial-unit
Angelo watches for a moment
Do you need help there, vermissen? Be I'd be happy to help.....
He offers quietly, wings folding neatly behind him
âGodâŚwould you? I really donât want to stand around here and cleanâŚâthisâ up for too long.â
Of course! Actually, I think I have some disinfectant in my lab somewhere....!
He says smiling under his mask
âThanks, dude. When I signed up for this job, I didnât think anyone would be throwing jars of piss around.â
Hehe, well that's Sniper for ya. But thankfully it's just him. Our other snipers don't do that.
He says grabbing the disinfectant and some rags and gloves
By the way, I love your hair!
Her mood seems to brighten at the compliment.
âHaha, thanks! Iâve been wondering if bleaching it was a mistake or nothing. Guess it isnât too bad, then.â
I think it looks nice!
He says smiling under his mask, when he accidentally bumps into her with his wings
Ach, my apologies! I forget I have these sometimes...
âItâs okay! I-â
Luwana finally seems to notice heâs a bird man.
ââŚhow.â
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You notice this girl.
And she looks like she absolutely wants to die.
Sheâs cleaning up disgustingâŚ.bodily fluids that Sniper just seems to throw around all the time during battle.
@janitorial-unit
Angelo watches for a moment
Do you need help there, vermissen? Be I'd be happy to help.....
He offers quietly, wings folding neatly behind him
âGodâŚwould you? I really donât want to stand around here and cleanâŚâthisâ up for too long.â
Of course! Actually, I think I have some disinfectant in my lab somewhere....!
He says smiling under his mask
âThanks, dude. When I signed up for this job, I didnât think anyone would be throwing jars of piss around.â
Hehe, well that's Sniper for ya. But thankfully it's just him. Our other snipers don't do that.
He says grabbing the disinfectant and some rags and gloves
By the way, I love your hair!
Her mood seems to brighten at the compliment.
âHaha, thanks! Iâve been wondering if bleaching it was a mistake or nothing. Guess it isnât too bad, then.â
You notice this girl.
And she looks like she absolutely wants to die.
Sheâs cleaning up disgustingâŚ.bodily fluids that Sniper just seems to throw around all the time during battle.
@janitorial-unit
Angelo watches for a moment
Do you need help there, vermissen? Be I'd be happy to help.....
He offers quietly, wings folding neatly behind him
âGodâŚwould you? I really donât want to stand around here and cleanâŚâthisâ up for too long.â
Of course! Actually, I think I have some disinfectant in my lab somewhere....!
He says smiling under his mask
âThanks, dude. When I signed up for this job, I didnât think anyone would be throwing jars of piss around.â
