D9 Riots: Factories

[✨ zozo.]

The train station was the first to fall, a great boom! that shook the district. Rebels thought if they stopped the Keepers from coming back they'd have a better chance - and perhaps they were right, but the explosion had cost them far too many allies in the process. The remainder of the rioters scrambled to the Warehouses and Town Square, bleeding and choking on rubble.

In the dead of the night the rest of the rioters waited, silent and still - until someone threw a grenade, voices shouting, glass smashing. The pop pop pop of bullets sang into the night. 

The night was still young. So were its rebels. In the chaos and the uncertainty, District Nine's uprising began.

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A friendly refresher of event guidelines:

- Characters must remain at the location they initially selected for the entire night, unless they are incapacitated [i.e. reaches 25 damage].

- Each character has 25 damage. Instas will count for 10 damage. Turn Delay will not take effect.

- Any permanently altering injuries such as severs and stabbed out eyes may be included at the target's discretion.

- You may start with any weapon your character could have realistically obtained before arriving at the riot. (We're not going to enforce this, but imma :eyes: you if your street urchin starts stabbing PKs with a giant trident.) You can also fight unarmed.

- Posting order is not required for any non-attack posts. You may only attack targets who have posted after your previous attack, with the exception of your first attack post (i.e. intro posts are not required).

- Each character may be attacked at most twice between their own posts.

- Fighting is not required for this event. Please be respectful to your fellow writers about engaging in combat.

- If a thread is slowing, Vet Memes may send in NPC Peacekeepers for rioters to fight at their discretion. You are most welcome to attack these NPCs, who will have 30 damage to account for +5 armour.

Each member who posts at least once will receive 5 Ratmas points for their House. In addition, for each location, the Ratmas House with the most characters remaining standing there at the end of the event will claim the location, and all participating members of the House will receive 5 points per location their House claims. (In case of a tie, points will be evenly divided between the tied houses. For the purposes of this tally, the set of members not assigned to a Ratmas house will be considered as a fifth House.)

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Characters in this area are:
Sawyer Sage [ Emsrocks ]
Sagittarius Cristol [ Ryan ]
Tobias Foo [Zori]
Killian Walsh [Kaitlin]

Good night, good luck, and viva la revolution!

[gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin.]

  

K I L L I A N     W A L S H

I've always preferred to use my hands.

Once, I told the Martin princess that, told her about how I liked it when I could feel my opponents pulse beneath my hands, feel their blood pumping through their body. The look on her face hadn't been what I expected, not really. I thought that she would run, that she would be terrified, but she'd held her own, looked at me in strange wonder.

So when she gave me the gun, I never put it down. Today, under the light of a burning fire, I know a gun will serve me better than my hands.

Gun-metal grey, it's all clean lines and hard edges, awful and awe-inspiring, and I take aim and fire first chance I get.

killian attacks sagittarius, gun

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7 dmg

(ic ryan can decide where it lands !)

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[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

Sagittarius truly never got out of the house much. And maybe that was because he didn’t trust the world around him. Maybe it was because he knew that there was always going to be way more than he could actually handle. 

His hands felt cool against the metal chain that he had been carrying, and if he was being honest with himself. He was scared shitless. He had only heard about this through the grapevine, and while he usually wasn’t the type to just go for it, here he was. 

He was ready to cause a stir that no one would have pegged him for.

He had someone in his sights, but that was quickly diverted by something flying through the air and into the fatty part of his arm. He yelped for a moment. 

”Fucker.” he spat out as he realized that someone was holding a gun. His metal chain was heavier in his hand, but light enough to lift through the air at his new found target. ”Eat shit.”

Sagittarius attacks Killian || Metal Chain [Whip]


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6189 -- Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.0 damage
(Whip)
7/25
OOC: the bullet hit him in the bicep.

whip

[gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin.]

  

K I L L I A N     W A L S H

One round down.

That means I have thirteen left in this mag, accounting for the ones that I fired off earlier. I take stock of my other weapons, feel for them; the knife I have tucked in my boot, the three more mag's in the pockets of my pants—two in the left cargo pocket and another in the right. The boy I shot this time calls me fucker and something about it makes me grin, feral. Eat shit. I have known for as long as I could walk, as long as I could breathe if I'm being honest, one thing better than I have known anything else: how to be violent.

"I'd rather spit blood."

And I fire again.

Twelve left.

killian attacks sagittarius, gun

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6 dmg


( 4.0 / 25 )

1-50

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

The man didn’t even waste time when Sag had hit him in the neck. He was sure that would have been enough for him to at least stun him. But he was hot on his heels, and Sag had to act quickly if he was going to get the upper hand here. 

What shocked him more was the fact that he was firing his gun at someone in the district and not at the keepers that were still left in the district. It was futile to care though. Sagittarius had to worry about not actually getting killed now. 

Another bullet strikes him in his other arm, and Sag cant help but flinch. It hurts. It really does. But this will not stop him. He will not let it. 

”Why are you even shooting me? Arent we supposed to be on the same side?” Sag was still naïve in nature. ”Or are you just out here for the sick thrill of it all?” 

If he had to guess, it was the last one.

He readies his chain, drags it across the concrete, and then strikes.

Sagittarius attacks Killian || Metal Chain [Whip]

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6075 -- Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0 damage
(Whip)
13/25
OOC: the bullet hit him in the left forearm.

whip

[gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin.]

  

K I L L I A N     W A L S H

The bullet lodges in the boy's other arm, but the wound isn't quite as deep as the last one, and it sets my teeth on edge. I can't help it as the competitive spirit digs its claws into me spine, plays me for a puppet and turns me against eanyone and veryone who isn't me, myself, and I.

I barely pause to consider the other boy's question, and he's about to say something cruel when the boy whips his metal chain out and it digs a gash into my calf. In another world, as another boy, it would make someone stumble, but I am well versed in the art of being in pain and refusing to fall.

"City needs as many rats gone as possible," I say through gritted teeth, pretending to bend down and grab my calf, as if it bothers me more than it really does.

I grab my knife instead.

Gun in one hand, blade in the other, I dart forward.

killian attacks sagittarius, gun

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2070 - sc on forehead - 4.5


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knife

[pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]]

For a moment, Sag thought he might have been in the clear, but he should have known better. The night was young, which meant that he would have a whole world of time to live in between now and then.  The pain in his muscles would go away, though he wasn’t sure how he was going to get a legitimate treatment for his wounds. He was probably going to have to make something up.

But for now, he was more focused on the man that was attacking him. He seemed to fall for a moment, Sag thinking that his chain did enough damage for him to actually take a second a breath, but within a blink, he had bombarded him with a knife slash. 

Sag tried to step back and dodge, but he caught the top of his head, a slice that stung as blood had dribbled down his temple. 

Sagittarius smiled. ”Well then, taking care of you will be one of the rats down.” He stepped back for a moment, trying to give him enough space, but he realized that if he didn’t attack, he would miss his opportunity. It was clear that he had some sort of experience. So he twisted back and let his chain fly in the air.

It would taste the flesh of a rat either way.

Sagittarius attacks Killian || Metal Chain [Whip]

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big fat miss
17.5/25

whip

[marguerite harvard d2a (zori)]

Toby Foo

Toby had been the unlucky one to draw the overnight delivery route.

He’d been told that he needed to get to the packaging plant to make sure that the mail got delivered, and sorted because they’d had some trouble in the past few days. There’d been issues in some of the packages, rerouting that shouldn’t have happened, mail disappearing and the like. He hadn’t put much stock in it, on the one because the higher ups weren’t sharing what was going on with the lowest man on the rung, and because he didn’t question a job that kept him out of the harsh work others the district did.

And so he’d set out into the night air to make his way toward the sorting center. He’d stopped to get a cup of coffee to make sure he could keep himself away. Walking with the Styrofoam cup in his hands along the streets of the manufacturing district, he heard the explosions echo out across the districts, and was fortunate enough to be on the street when all hell broke loose.

As rioters started to pillage, Toby, with his knapsack and mail carrier uniform on, rushed out toward one of the alleys. As he heard the sounds of shouts and clang of weapons, he decided that he needed to find a better shelter than an alley off the street. He of course would make another tactical mistake of choosing a factory teeming with rioters and rebels.

He’d barely been on the ground, face down, hands over his eyes, when two men started to go after one another. At the pop pop of a gun, Toby couldn’t help but sit up, and utter the phrase that would no doubt be his undoing.

“Holy fucking shit.”

[Toby keeps himself on the ground, does nothing]

[Knuckles]

Sawyer

Frantic eyes dart back and forth searching for his twin. They've been together for their entire lives, and now they're not. A racing heart claws at the cage trying to leap through. It's nights like these that make no sense, and yet Sawyer is running through the rubble trying to find the one person that means more to him than anyone else in the world. It doesn't make sense.

How could he had been so stupid?

Every little mistake now can cause someone to die, but isn't that the purpose of this? District nine is crumbling, and the lack of peacekeepers doesn't help. It gives them a chance to succeed. A chance to do everything in their power to gain some control, but what happens when it all comes tumbling down? Being alone in a time like this doesn't brings a great fear into his life, and when he sees people, Sawyer stops in his tracks.

Maybe they can help.

"Have you seen them?" His voice is loud in attempt to draw attention to himself, but he stops in his tracks wondering if they even know who he's talking about. "My twin. I need to find my twin."

[gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin.]

  

K I L L I A N     W A L S H

It's like I can see the gears trying to turn in the boys head.

They're slow-moving, corroded from lack of use, rust-eaten and incapable of functioning as he tries and exercises them too late. It makes my blood hum with a sick sort of satisfaction, and I know that my eyes are cruel and hard and hateful for no reason, know that this boy has done nothing to earn my malice except exist. He's not even clever enough to come up with his own insults, calls me a rat instead of something earned.

Call me Reaper, call me Lucifer, call me Demon.

Tell me that I'm the monster you have nightmares about, that the violence I've incited is something you'll never forget. Even if this boy wins this fight, if he walks away from me as I spit blood that I can't afford to lose, I want him to remember that I have one thing in spades: bloodlust.

I don't even have to dodge his attack. He's too close to me for his chain to do damage, especially damage like he's done to my calf.

I don't make a threat this time, just strike out with my knife once again. If there is one thing that I will be remembered for, it is not my words.

It is the things I do with my hands.

killian attacks sagittarius, knife

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2125 - dg on chest - 9.5


( 12.0 / 25 )

knife

[marguerite harvard d2a (zori)]

Toby Foo

Toby pulled himself up into a crouch when he saw the boys going at one another. Each pop of the gun sent a shiver down his spine, but worse was the amount of blood that was being spilled across the concrete floor. He knew that the district always seemed to be on the brink from the way folks responded to a package going miss, which was to say, losing their god damned minds at someone that had no power to help them.

That night hadn’t seemed much different than the one before, and Toby wondered if this was how it came about for folks right before they died. You can’t predict how you’ll go, and in the moment where you’re staring down a violent end, he wondered if he was supposed to be thinking about all the things he was supposed to be doing.

Instead, all he could imagine was his grandmother waiting up and wondering why he hadn’t come home yet. Or that his sister would wake in the morning and have overslept, Toby not up to cook her some griddle cakes before she took off for school. There’d be a lingering sense of something wrong from the wafting smoke of the riots, but how long would it take them before they’d know.

He shook as he stood from his place, looking over at the other boy that’d mentioned his twin. He held a finger to his lips, and after searching through the bag on his shoulder, retrieved a letter opener. He held it flat in his palm and stepped forward toward where one boy had just gutted another.

“D-don’t move.” Toby said, moving further inward. “I’m not trying t-t-to hurt anyone tonight. I just, we just want to get home.”

0/25

[Toby holds out his letter open in front of him, talking to Killian]

[gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin.]

  

K I L L I A N     W A L S H

I dig my knife into the other's chest until I feel the handle dug right up against his skin. Maybe it makes me a monster, but it makes me smile, feeling his heart beating so close and ready and there. Mine for the taking if I so wanted.

I twist the blade.

Slick rivulets of blood coat my hands, eager and warm and it feels like running my hands under a warm tap for a second.

It feels like a cleansing.

"Stay down," I say to him, shoving him away from me. With a sharp tug of my hand, I yank my blade out of his chest and take a step back, turn my back on him.

I know he's done for the night.

When a voice sounds, I turn, see a kid with scared eyes and trembling hands, a pathetic excuse for a knife extended in front of him. I barely hear what he says, think that he asks for mercy, but I have never been one for kindness.

He's just too far away for my hands, so instead, I fire.

"So turn and run," I say after I've leashed my bullet. That's eleven left, I count. "I'm not interested in chasing after you."

killian attacks sagittarius, gun

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roll


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[✨ zozo.]

CODE NAME EAST

Nobody's quite sure where East came from. She doesn't exactly talk about it. Or talk about anything, really. It's been said she's only spoken fifteen words this entire year, all to those her senior. Where she lacks in conversation she makes up for in her aim. You don't need words when almost all your bullets hit your targets, a good half of them in a bulls-eye.

Silent and deadly, she aims and fires.

keeper E attacks:
1. sawyer, 2. tobias, 3. killian (sag is now incapacitated)

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with gun:

1-50

+7, up to you where it lands

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SERGEANT O. FLINT

They've been looking forward to a night like this. One that tastes of fire and blood, of unhinged violence - he craves it, bored of district whippings and tiresome patrols chasing down kids playing gangs. Baton in hand, storming through the smoke and the screaming, they grin manically through their helmet and laugh as they swing. They were born to wreak havoc in this kind of hell. Made for it. This was their moment - and they relished in it, bringing down their arm on anyone and everyone in their way.

keeper F attacks:
1. sawyer, 2. tobias, 3. killian (sag is now incapacitated)

1-3

with baton [ blunt ]:

blunt

Gash/Bruised Right Knee -- 3.5 damage


BOTH KEEPERS ARE NOW AVAILABLE TO BE ATTACKED BY RIOTERS!
(max 3 attacks per keeper until they post next)

1-3·1-50·1-3·blunt

[gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin.]

  

K I L L I A N     W A L S H

My gun jams and I barely have time to get angry before I hear another bullet gets fired, this time from someone else's gun, and far too close to me for my liking. I duck behind a machine, peek around the corner and see who has brought fire down upon me this time.

The second the Keepers are there, I am blinded by rage and pain.

I look down. Look at my hands, dripping in blood from a boy that I didn't know, a boy who is not my enemy, not really. Across my left palm is a long white line where my brother took a blade to my palm, held up in fear and terror. I don't want to die without any scars, I had said to him. I see the lines of who I am buried there in my palms, the thin little lines filled with crimson. I see everything that was ripped away from me, the betrayals I have endured and the ones that I have brought about myself. This is my pain. This is my anger.

Burning right in the palm of my hand.

I aim my gun in the direction the first shot came from, take fire.

We are the monsters they created.

killian attacks code name east, gun

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miss :job:


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