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Futuristic Millennium City: Stimulant - "Bright Beginnings, Dark Pasts"

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“There’s always a lighthouse. There’s always a man. There’s always a city.”
- Elizabeth, Columbia circa 1912

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The truck shakes as it travels down the un-maintained highway road, dipping in and out of potholes and cracks along the way.
Despite the old condition of the truck, it had some reinforcement on the cargo shutters at the back to prevent it from easily being opened from the outside and strangely the inside too, perhaps the cargo was important.
Lucky dice air fresheners bounce and dangle from the top roof, a bobble-head of some kind of basketball player was mounted to the dashboard of the driver's seat.
The truck was littered with old paperwork, receipts, fast food packaging and all other kinds of junk.
An old R&B song was playing on the stereo, a choice made by the driver of the vehicle.

"You ever what happens to some of these guys when we deliver them?" Questions the male behind the steering wheel.
The passenger he was riding with was a large humanoid reptilian species known as a Krogan.
"No." The reptile responds bluntly. "Keep your eyes on the road, Jackson."
The man known as Jackson was an african-american roughly in his mid-30s, bald and brawny.
Jackson let out a sigh and adjusted the brown beanie he wore with his free-hand, clearly annoyed by the Krogan's lack of intrigue.
"There's more to life than money and fighting, Gruk. This job isn't pretty, but if I feel bad about it then how do you think the people we sell off feel about it?" Jackson asks.
"Yeah, sure we get paid and all but do you think they get tortured, killed?" A clear look of discomfort and shame plagued the man's face.
"What about the women? The children? Do they get sold to the rich?"
"That's enough."
"We barely even get that much from how much from how many we sell... Is that how little people's lives are wort-"
"-I SAID, ENOUGH!" Gruk snaps at him, smashing his hand against the roof of the truck in a fit of rage, leaving a dent in it.
Jackson raises his eyebrows and shrugs.
"..."
"You do you, at least I got a family to go home to when Christmas comes."
He remarks, seeming rather calm about the Krogan's outburst.
It almost seemed like it was a common occurrence, he didn't care the slightest about the dent in his vehicle.
It was apparent that further inspection of the dirty, old truck they were driving would reveal more imprints of Gruk's fists, this wasn't their first day on the job.

They fell silent for a while whilst the music played.
"I apologise, Jackson." Gruk says, breaking the silence.
"No problem, homie. I know you ain't one for words and all that." Responded the male in a calm fashion.
"We'll go for drinks after this lot." He says with a smile on his face.
He jolts as they drive over a extremely bad pothole, shaking his head and sighing. The sudden shake would've been more than enough to focus or wake anyone who wasn't paying attention.
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A swirling feeling of dizziness, confusion and pain would hit you all at the same time as you slowly came to your senses...
You would slowly open your eyes to realize that you are in the back of the truck, it is lit by a singular light that dangles from the roof...
Looking around would inform you that you are not alone, as you see that the rest of the people in the truck with you also slowly come to their senses...
You can hear the truck shake and move with the feint sound of R&B coming from the front of the truck...
There are some small vents out of reach and too small to fit through that provide you all some air and a tiny latch that can be opened and closed from the front of the truck so that only the passenger or driver could open it.

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THE CAST

Nightwisher Nightwisher as Vincent Riggs
Dylan.thomas7 Dylan.thomas7 as Dandy
Chungchangching Chungchangching as Vitan
Centurion_ Centurion_ as Steve Harrington
StaidFoal StaidFoal as Lucas Grey
DiamondJack DiamondJack as Handsome Jack
Rhysie Rhysie as Rhys Strongfork
@Aesop as Sigurd
@Zerulu as Master Chief
PolikShadowbliss PolikShadowbliss as Hunter
2Bornot2B 2Bornot2B as Tanya Degurechaff
@ShifterOfShapes as Shadow Link
darkred darkred as Colonel Mael Radec
@L3n as Kiseki Naoru
jigglesworth jigglesworth as Booker DeWitt
@Kaztastrophe as Savea
@Sir Skrubbins as Kazuma Satou
Corrosion Corrosion as Cayde-6
GinkyGotBack GinkyGotBack as Cal Kestis
ButtDanceClaudette ButtDanceClaudette as Claudette Morel
Weebster Weebster as Bill Overbeck
Sleek Sleek as Alexandria

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A normal person would have screamed the moment they found themselves in the back of a rigity truck, but Hunter was not a normal person. Indeed, she had been awake even before the pothole shook through the truck - fast recovery is kind of her thing - listening into the two drivers at the front of the truck. Or tried to as they were muffled by the wall. A normal person would have been freaking out, a normal person would have been horrified, a normal person would have screamed and yelled and tried to escape. But Hunter again was not even remotely normal, and she knew it.

Hunter sat in the truck, looking at everyone, analyzing everyone. She didn't know how she got here or why but she didn't intend to actually find out. She was not one with emotion or anything. She didn't feel fear and was just confused when she had awoken on this truck. All she knew was that somehow somewhere something had warped her onto this truck and now here she was: a viper surrounded by sheep. But from the looks of it, she wasn't the only abnormal person here. No, she definitely wasn't, from the looks of some of the people (indeed only some of the people here, not all of them) she assumed that they were either grabbed from a damn anime/videogame conventation or stolen from a completely different universe. Hunter snorted as she flicked her white hair out of the way, she had heard and faced worse than this. Even without her signature weapons, she was still a force to be reckoned with.

She sighed and laid her head onto the cold hard wall, and closed her eyes. This was going to be an.... interesting.... misadventure.


 
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. . . What? Where am I?? Vitan mused in thought, fluttering her eyes open the moment she came to her senses. She examined the area and the faces that surrounded her. The Cosmic Plaything can't for the life of her remember how she got here and she doesn't know who these people are even more and she's going to assume they're as clueless as she is. She felt the truck shake and the music playing making her conclude that she's in a vehicle. She immediately came to the conclusion that she got kidnapped thanks to her paranoia and started hyperventilating as she looked around frantically. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How does she get out of here?! She grasped her hood and started pulling it in an attempt to calm herself down. It wasn't working.

Vitan has faced so many terrible situations in her time alive and despite that, she never gets used to perilous circumstances that life has bestowed upon her. After she stopped pulling on her hoodie in fear of tearing it, she sat down on a fetal position and started biting her own nails, asking why is this happening to her, did she do something terrible on her past life or something?! Her theory of being kidnapped hasn't been proven yet but she already knows it's happening thanks to her shit luck. Vitan fears about what's going to happen to her, she doesn't care about the people surrounding her because she's more concerned over her well-being, she doesn't know any of these bozos, why should she care about them? She bit on her nails more before the truck shook again causing Vitan to smash the back of her head on the wall she was leaning her body on stopping her from biting her nails even further, letting out an 'Ouch.' then rubbing the back of her head.​
 
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    [/div][div style="line-height:1.5;width:500px;margin:auto;padding:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;max-height:100%"]The metal of the truck wall was cool against the bare skin of the back of the man’s head as he leaned against it, eyes closed. The rocking back and forth of the truck on the rough roads reminded him of driving in caravans when he was on tour. Though, he wished the driver here would avoid the potholes with the same kind of care drivers tried to avoid IEDs. Vincent Riggs sat upright, his left leg pulled up while his right lay flat, left arm draped over his knee. He looked almost relaxed despite the situation. Whether it was because he knew what was going on, well trained, or just apathetic couldn’t really be seen from any onlookers. Though, it was a bit of both knowledge of the situation and his training that allowed him to remain as restrained as he was.

    He’d been awake for a while now, no memory of how he ended up in the back of a truck, though that was usually how it went with the right kind of drugs or a hard enough hit. What he could tell of the situation was that there were two people in the cab of the truck, one who seemed to have a bit of anger management issues. He sounded big, mean, not someone Vincent would really want to take in a fight but someone he would love to see Shilo take on. A small smile crossed his lips at the thought of it. Some dude with slicked back, black hair. With that look alone Vince figured he was one of the old greaser types. The people who thought they were cool and tough but could never actually match up to that idea once they were challenged by someone who had a modicum of an idea of how to fight. A woman who was wearing a hoodie, but there wasn’t much he could infer from that. There was a kid, late teens at least. Maybe the type of kid who was cool in high school but dropped a few social standings after graduation. There was an older man who, by look alone, reminded Vincent quite a bit of Andrew Kaloh. To the veteran that meant that he was either dangerous or would be helpful and until it became clear which, Vince would probably stick close to him. There was another older man, one who seemed to be wearing a mask of sorts. That alone set Vincent on edge. He didn’t usually like people who didn’t show their faces. It meant they had something to hide, and people who had something to hide were dangerous. His best friend was a great example of that. There was a younger man, but like most of the others, he couldn’t tell much without a conversation or at least body language that unconsciousness couldn’t offer. He was about to continue his repeated assessment of the others when the truck was rocked by a massive pothole, his head slamming against the metal wall.

    Vincent leaned forward, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to smooth the pain out. “Asshole,” he grumbled under his breath before turning his head to see if the movement had woken any of the other kidnapees. The man’s eyes turned to the next but his attention was caught. The woman in the hoodie had woken up. Unsurprising, she started panicking immediately. “You okay?” The man asked as she reacted to her hand hitting the metal wall, same as his. Vincent pushed himself to his feet and carefully walked toward her, keeping himself low as to keep his balance in a moving vehicle but also to keep his rather intimidating 6’4’’ height from towering over her and making the situation even worse. The Marine veteran put on his most charming smile and a calm persona, keeping a good foot and a half distance between himself and the woman as to not make her feel too crowded. “I’m Vincent Riggs, Vince if you want. How are you doing?” It probably sounded like a stupid question, but really it was just to get her attention off of the panic. Maybe cause an outburst for her to get the worst of the way and settle down.

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The Cosmic Plaything recovered from the slam, later landing her eyes on the bald man with a cool guy smile revealing his name and asking how was she doing. He's obviously trying to calm her down from the terrifying situation and she respected that, not a lot of people would console a stranger that easily so she forced an awkward smile into her face as a response to his attempts in trying to distract her from the hellhole they're currently experiencing. Her social skills? Not the best but she'll try to talk to this person. What should she say though? Whatever she's going to say, she better not say anything stupid that will weird this guy out enough to make him go away.

"I, uh, I'm Vitan. Not doing so good right now because I'm scared of cramped places." Vitan twindled her thumbs, looking up the tall man. "Also, because we're probably being used for human trafficking but that's easily ignored. Hehe."

That was her attempt on a joke. Laugh.​
 

Glowing blue optics lit up suddenly, glowing from underneath the darkness of his hood. He gasped and sat upright, the dim glow of the electric light illuminating his very clearly robotic features. He groaned, leaning against the metal wall, rubbing his head, checking to see if his horn (his beautiful, beautiful horn) was still there. Once he was sure it was, he exhaled.

"Yeah, ow, that hurt. That really hurt." Cayde-6, Hunter Vanguard and veteran Guardian, muttered. "Anyone get the plates of the Sparrow that hit me?"

He shook his head to clear away the dizziness, and glanced around him. Okay, so, he was in an unfamiliar location, which seemed like a cargo hold of some kind (an ancient one, from the looks of it), surrounded by a bunch of other people, most of whom seemed to be unconscious. "Well, okay, this is new." Cayde muttered, subconsciously reaching for his gun.

He reached behind him, only for his hand to meet an empty holster. He patted the area multiple times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Once he was sure, he immediately had a slight panic attack.

The Ace of Spades was missing.

"Aaaand the Ace is gone," The Hunter said, hands moving to his belt next, only to find that it too was empty. "And so are my knives. Of course."

He leaned back, sticking out his palm. However, his Ghost didn't appear, like she always did. Cayde blinked. "Sundance? Buddy?" He called out. "Would you mind coming out? Now really ain't the time, you know."

As she failed to appear a second time, suddenly, it all came back to him. What happened before. The memories just came flooding back. Him and his favourite Guardian travelling to the Prison of Elders to help Petra Venj with her little breakout problem, him having a blast shooting his way through hordes of escaping prisoners, losing contact with Petra after riding the wreckage of a falling control station down to block the escape of the Barons, getting overwhelmed by the Scorned, encountering Uldren Sov, and then him...

Him dying. Him getting executed by his own gun by Uldren, and without Sundance to bring him back, dying for real right in front of Saladin's Young Wolf.

"Huh." Cayde looked down at himself, at his chest. Despite the darkness, he could tell that oddly enough, there was no decently-sized hole in his chest. No damage from where Uldren had shot him.

It slowly began to sink in that he was really dead. No resurrections or anything. Was this where Guardians went after they died for real? He expected more, like waking up on a nice beach with the Colonel beside him and a nice bowl of spicy ramen in front. And maybe some dried celery.

As he looked around, however, the other people didn't look like Guardians at all. Traveler, some of them didn't even look like they belonged in the City.

Either he was in some weird purgatory, or this was some whole other dimension entirely.

He sat up, deciding to regain his bearings. As he took a second look around, he noticed that there were at least three other people already awake: a strangely calm young woman who kind of resembled an Awoken, another young woman in a hoodie who was currently panicking, and a fairly large bald man.

They were a start.

Cayde moved over to them. "So," He began, crouching down on one knee. A yellow light in his mouth lit up when he talked. "You guys have any idea what's going on? Because I sure as hell don't."
 
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"I don't imagine anyone here knows what the hell is going on, we're all on the same ship, so to speak..." Hunter grunted to the robot-person before going back to silence again. Her red eyes glancing at the panicking girl and the big man who was attempting to calm her down before closing again.

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Lucas Grey

With a jolt of the truck, Lucas Grey had his head slam against the metal wall to wake him up. His eyes widened at the surprise, his hands instantly reaching for his holster; empty. He flipped through his pockets, and made a mental list of what he was missing: poison syringes, fiber wire, silenced pistol, concealable knives, remote explosives, flash grenades, everything. To at least replace the fiber wire, Lucas untied his shoe lace and rolled it out. He then observed his surroundings. The ones who were awake was a white-haired woman, the most calm; a hooded young woman, the least calm; a bald man--not his brother--but well-trained based on his build; and a strange soldier in futuristic tech, who he figured was one of Providence's guards at first. After further observation, he deduced him to be stuck in the same situation as everyone else.

This wasn't Providence, not by a long shot. If they had captured Grey (and he doesn't remember what happened) they would've executed him on the spot. Not toss him in some random, armored vehicle with other strangers. He eyed the other victims, still unconscious. One was some kid in a green cloak, with seemingly no apparent reason of being here. There was a young woman, dressed like a Christmas elf, sat beside him. There was a serious-looking man, despite being knocked out, who still appeared threatening. Then there was a skinny, female Japanese young adult. Grey stopped there, feeling that they were on a time limit. He knew that the people needed help, but preventing them from being taken to wherever was a priority.

The armored man asked the ones who were awake what was going on, so Lucas only had to overhear their answer as he sat up and moved around. He stretched his arms to the top of the container they were in, picking at even the smallest of holes. He felt the air vents, which were too small to fit anyone through. He crouched down to search for weakness in the floor, but had no luck.

From what he heard the white-haired woman say, nobody knew what was going on. "Either way, it won't matter," Grey replied. "Even the strongest chain has its weak point, and I'll find this one." Lucas walked past everyone to the small latch to the driver's seat, thinking.​
 
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The loud thumps of people banging their heads against the walls of the truck catches Gruk's attention.
"They are awake." He informs his partner.
"Of course they are, one of them probably has got concussion or some shit." The driver responds.
"Hmph." Gruk grunts.
Another thump, this time some footsteps too.
The two stay silent until Jackson raises and eyebrow and pushes Gruk's arm.
"Check on 'em then, damn foo'." The male tells him.

Gruk grunts and leans over to the latch, he opens it and his eyes instantly meet Lucas'.
"Sit down and don't try to escape, these roads are dangerous." Says the Krogan, the sound of the stereo can clearly be heard now that the latch is open.
"It is our job to take people like you who get lost to the City, you will be fine." He says, lying through the skin of his teeth.
The Krogan tilts and turns his head, trying to check on everyone in the back through the tiny latch.

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    [/div][div style="line-height:1.5;width:500px;margin:auto;padding:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;max-height:100%"]The woman took to the calming better than he thought she would. Good. His smile widened a little bit. “Nice to meet you, Vitan. I’m Vince- and I just said that,” he chuckled, letting a little nervousness shine through. It seemed entirely convincing, but it wasn’t real. He was giving her something to latch on to, something that connected them. If he played as if he was nervous, the hope was that she’d be even more comfortable around him. It would also make him appear to be slightly more emotional than he really was, maybe seemingly put him at a disadvantage from the others who were also totally calm. He’d be able to play the field better that way, and not have to take up a full blown leadership position. Something that would probably be fought for considering who was all awake at this point. Three of the other four all seemed to be as calm and cool as he felt. At the woman’s attempt at a joke, Vince gave another chuckle. That was a good sign. The ability to make a joke showed she was better grounded than even she may realize.

    “Jokes aside,” he turned his attention toward the others. “She’s right. This is definitely some kind of human trafficking thing. But, not anything I’m used to.” In his years of working with Team 73, they’d done quite a bit of working with human trafficking rings, and they were never handled like this. Putting men and women together? Gathering men who were able bodied, non-feminine, clearly had some kind of sense of fighting and weaponry? Those men were usually shot on sight, not captured. So what this was exactly… Vince had no idea.

    The man shifted his gaze to the older man and gave a nod. “That’s actually a good point. Whatever this is? It doesn’t matter.” Vincent’s voice was quiet enough to be heard by those immediately close to him, but now loud enough to be heard through the walls or the latch. He kept the slight nervous tone to his voice, letting a small tremor into his hands. He’d learned these methods back when he was a kid selling drugs on the street. If you added a bit of nervousness to a stressful situation, threats were less likely to come your way. Of course, he wasn’t a little kid anymore, so it was more of a front, smoke and mirrors to those who may want to challenge him down the line. “What we need to do is come up with a plan. We’re not getting out of this while it’s moving. Reinforced steel walls, we’re probably moving at least fifty miles an hour… It just wouldn’t work well for everyone. The best plan will probably be jumping them when they open the hatch, but that’s only accounting for if they do it stupidly and it’s not promised everyone gets out of that unscathed, or even alive. There’s two in the cab, one with anger issues, one with some kind of remorse. We could play the sympathy card. But that could be easily over ruled by Mister Growly.” He’d thought a bit about this and while he was fine being the one who came up with the plans -- that was usually his job anyway -- it would be better if people heard the suggestions and picked one opposed to him just barking out orders before anyone had even properly been introduced. “Basically, until we stop and they open that door,” Vince pointed to the end of the truck. “We should be brainstorming a plan of attack, or a plan of dissuasion. That’s my take on it at least. Any other way, we’re leaving someone behind, or people are getting too hurt for us to handle. We don’t know where we are, we don’t have any of our gear, food, water. It might be best to get a Moving Buddy and just hang tight and try not to get separated when we get to where we’re going.” The man sighed, looking over everyone once more with a quick sweep. Surely, but now Team 73 knew he was missing, and that meant that whomever had taken him was going to have Hell to pay. Even if Shilo came alone, fuck, even if Xander came alone… Both of them together, no chance these people weren’t getting out. Buying time just might be the key to this. Now, convincing everyone of that was going to be a fucking chore. And again, he had no idea where they were.

    As he continued to think, the sound of metal sliding sounded and he looked over to find the eyes and part of a face of a creature he’d never seen before. Mister Growly, he assumed. “You’re taking us to the city already?” Vincent called, stepping away from the others to join the older gentleman by the latch. It sounded as if he knew exactly what was going on, seeing how the strange looking beast would take the tone of voice, the idea that someone here knew what was going on. Especially if all of these people were considered ‘lost’ he wondered how that would be taken.

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Rhys Strongfork

Few bumps and hard dunks on the truck had awoken a sleeping man wearing a Hyperion Vest and a rather weird style of half striped clothing, not knowing where he was and part of the pain of being awoken by getting the back of his head smacked on one of the truck walls made him place his hand on his forehead and groan slightly "Ugggh... Wh-Where am I? Just exactly where am I?" The business man took a look around his surroundings to see that he wasn't the only one awoken by the smacks and sounds of hitting potholes from what may have seem.

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"Oh.... GREAT it had to be in the back of a truck... how much worse can this get?" Rhys spoke out loud as he was coming to his senses as he saw another of the passengers wake up and ask if anyone else was awake to which the business man only responded with a raise of his mechanical arm and lazily set it on the wall of the truck "Guess you and I are in the same sync... Where is this taking us mind I ask?" asked the Hyperion scum as he faced the man with the crazy extended hair "Don't worry.. I just need to know, just if I decide to stay or try to go back the way I came from."

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Vitan listened to Cayde ask a question though she doesn't have an answer for it so she didn't bother opening that mouth of hers and stayed silent for the most part. Hunter answered his question and she has no idea why we're here too. Great, we're lost and confused with no memory of how we got here. She was still anxious over the situation and being in a tight space full of strangers isn't helping her until she directed her attention to the man who joined the conversation walking towards the small latch. He had her full attention until Vincent started talking to her again. Good, he provides her a good distraction from this mess they're in. He introduced himself again but stopped, saying he already said that gaining a smile from Vitan. What a silly dude.

Vitan listened to Vincent talk, later looking at whatever in God's fuck is in front of that latch and from what she could gather, they're not going to turn them into slaves or something? Vitan hopes her assumption is correct and what is this city he's talking about? Guess we'll find out soon enough when they get off this cramp truck. She tried to take deep breathes to stabilize her stress until this person woke up, saying something about boobies. She's only known this guy for a few seconds and she already despises him.

A new challenger has entered the game! Rhys was asking about where this truck is taking us.

"No idea, but the weird dude that checked on us is talking something about a city. I don't know."
 
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Lucas Grey

Lucas agreed with the bald man, who was already making plans of escape. He was tactical in his observations, and careful in his plotting. Grey almost wished he had joined the Shadow Militia; he would've made a far better leader than Sean Rose. "I doubt they would be dumb enough to release us without some sort of precaution, or at the very least 5 armed guards on watch. Maybe even more, depending on what we're worth to them." Lucas looked at the air vents. "They may also gas us to sleep, waiting for 5 minutes to go by before transporting us."

Lucas noticed two other people wake up. One was a man with a prosthetic eye and arm, and the other was some womanizing teenager. The prosthetic arm caught his eye, as it was more advanced than what Lucas knew of. As for the womanizer... nothing too special.

It wasn't normal for Lucas to be surprised. But when that reptilian-like monster showed itself through the latch, he couldn't help but recoil. Lucas was told to sit down and not escape, as the roads were dangerous. Also that it's their job to take "lost" people to the City, and they'll be all right. Somehow, Grey didn't believe that last part. Though the unexpected species change got the drop on Grey, he quickly regained composure. After all, that mad doctor had designed him to be emotionless. "We both know that's a lie. When you've been pulling strings and spinning truths, it's not hard to spot when someone else does the same thing." Lucas glanced back at the bald man, asking the lizard man a question as if he knew exactly what was happening.

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Hunter may have had her eyes closed and her head leaned back but she listened alright. She felt the need to say something but thought better of it, better not to waste words, she thought. She opened her eyes at the word boobies being muttered and trained her eyes at a young man, clearly a typical teen obsessed with the ladies, or as the youngesters would call it, a "ciss white male" or some bullshit like that. She had never adhered to the common youthisms of today's culture. Hunter turned away from the silly men and looked upon the rougher older clearly experienced men before her. Right now they were calling their captors out on their clear lies. She let them go at it. Though she didn't think calling them out was going to work.

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Handsome Jack
Jack was jolted awake by the truck hitting a pothole. He quickly surveyed his surroundings. He couldn't believe it. Somehow the mighty Handsome Jack had been abducted and mistakenly placed with a travelling freak show. The leader of Hyperion took this chance make a mental list of the bozos around him to see if anyone looked to be an asset.

A young woman in a hoodie appeared to be prone to panicking. 'Not that one,' thought Jack. A large man was consoling her, 'He could be a decent body guard.' Some freak with a pompadour murmured something about breasts, 'Definitely not.' Somebody that looked like a Hyperion staff member, 'That's the ticket, this guy works for me!'

Just as Jack was about to speak another bump in the road caused him to hit his head on the wall. "Son of a BITCH!" Shouted Jack.

Well now everyone in the truck knew he was awake. The masked man refrained from standing fearing that another bump would send him from his feet and cause him to get a concussion.

Before Jack could start a rallying speech one of the older gentlemen in the truck went to the front of the truck, presumably to confront the driver. Jack didn't catch a glimpse of the voice that opened the latch and told everyone that they were being taken to 'The City.'

The way Jack saw it the group just had to ride it out and overpower anyone that opened the door. They didn't have any weapons and while Jack didn't trust the drivers, they didn't seem to actively trying to kill them, bad driving aside.

"I guess we're in for the long haul on this one," said Jack to no one in particular.
 

  • For a while, or what seemed like a while, Booker experienced nothing. The only tether to reality was the faint memory of hands pushing against the back of his head, water filling his lungs, pain. That lingered for a time, though it's impossible to say how long. Eventually, it was replaced with something else. The feeling of hands became a rough vibration, his lungs filled with stale air instead, and the pain now resided in his skull. Booker awoke with a start, eyes wide, gasping for breath. He fell forward to his hands and knees, trying to cough out the nonexistent fluids inside his chest. He quickly realized that he wasn't drowning anymore, that he felt fine. Mostly. His hand found the back of his head, and he rubbed it slowly. "What... the hell?" DeWitt looked around, taking in his environment.

    Looks like he is in some kinda of container, judging by that and the engine whirring it's probably a semi. It's dimly lit by a swinging light bulb, and things don't seem to be all grey. All of his previous time-drug trips were common in that feature. He's supposed to be dead, too, so he can count all that out. He isn't the only one here, either, which can be a good thing and a bad thing. Judging by the amount of children here, Booker can safely rule it as a bad thing. He listens in on their conversations, their rationalizing. For the most part, he disagrees. No way this is a kidnapping, or any kind of human trafficking situation. Only one person can take people from time, and she-. Well, she doesn't exist anymore.

    Booker stands up, letting his arms fall to his side. "This isn't a kidnapping, and if it is, whoever did it is not someone can we tango with. We'll be facing more than armed guards, I bet."
 
Colonel Mael Radec

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Location: Truck
Interacting: Anyone
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The Helghast Colonel was the last one seemingly to wake up as he stared from the back of a white truck, with a whole truck of who knows who.


The colonel was quiet, observing the whole truck, the air vents and everything about the whole place until a few others looked over at a hatch that opened. The people who kidnapped them seemed like men who followed orders to a tee, but exactly to whom did they work for?





 
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Gruk grunted as the man looking through the peep-hole started talking back to him.
"We can stop and leave you if that's what you want." He says in a calm, almost sarcastic tone.
"Now shut up and sit down!" He follows up, this time in an aggressive tone.
Gruk mumbles something and then slams the latch shut again, isolating them in the back of the truck again.

"What did they say?" Jackson asks Gruk.
"They want me to knock them out." Gruk responds.
Jackson would shrug and nod once more, he never really had much to say when Gruk was pissed off.
A mist accompanied by some bad fog begins to roll in over the road...
"God fuckin' damn it. This kind of weather, really?" The male comments, frustrated by what was unfolding.

The grey mist seeps in, heavily lowering the visibility. The only thing that could guide them along the road would be the damaged street lamps that lit up the road.

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Rhys Strongfork

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As the salary man heard about going into a city, he also heard a familiar voice that had been stuck over his head for quite a while and proceeded to look at the source of the sound and sure enough the voice was one of the employees at the company he worked at but now in a physical rather than a holographic state "D-do I know you?". Rhys asked the same man he was seeing and talking to before reaching this point.

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"I swear I have seen this person in posters up in Helios.... Memory doesn't serve me right now.." Rhys totally knew he had seen the person he was speaking to.. totally gritting his teeth right now.. "It sure will be a long trip"

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  • Steve slowly comes to his senses, his head spinning and turning. Confused and dazed the jock sits slightly, looking over at Vitan who sitting next to him.
    He rubs his hand over his face, rubbing his eyes and his forehead. His vision was blurred and he had no idea where or what he was doing.
    Removing his hand from his face, he tries to push himself up, his eyesight spinning as he stared at Vitan.

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    "Nancy...?" He asks Vitan, clearly suffering from some kind of concussion.
    He finally begins to come to his senses and soon realizes that he wasn't speaking to Nancy and instead someone else he'd never seen before.
    "Woah... Woah... Where am I..? What the hell did... You shitheads get me into..?" He asks, shutting his eyes as he tightly tried to grip the metal floor.

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    Chungchangching Chungchangching Nightwisher Nightwisher

 
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Vitan was sitting there casually while hugging her knees, still a bit anxious about what's going to happen next but she managed to calm herself down after the massive panic attack that waking up here gave her. She watched people blab on, still hoping that the drivers that trapped them here wish her no harm, they did say they will be fine and they obviously weren't tied up with a burlap sack over their head but she's still skeptic if these guys are going to turn them into slaves or worse but she'll hope for the best, that's all she can really do right now other than scream for help and she doubts anybody out there is going to hear her cries other than the people who are already in the truck. She didn't have anything with her to pass the time so she's stuck there with nothing to entertain her on this bumpy ride until this fellow woke up, surprising Vitan a bit as she looked at him.

Vitan slowly scooted away from Steve out of paranoia, looking at him from head to toe. He called her Nancy, probably mistaking her from someone else since she's not this Nancy he speaks of. She tilted her head a bit with a raised eyebrow, looking at the dizzy man. Is this guy okay or did he take a few too many bumps to the head while he was asleep?

"Uh, you okay, dude? Do you have brain damage??" Vitan asked. "We're currently in a truck or something and we're just as clueless as you are. All I know is that we're gonna go to a city, I guess?"
 
Claudette stirred awake, she moaned softly as her vision came into view. Her last memories were of the Campfire, the agonizing pain of The Entity plunging it's talons into her midsection, blood spewing from her ribs. But... this wasn't the Entity's Realm anymore, was it? She inhaled deeply as Claudette's eyes widened at her new "friends", hugging her knees up to herself as she scanned the perimeter.

Was this another test from the Entity?

Who were these people?

Clearly they weren't those abhorrent Killers who massacred Claudette and her friends over and over again.

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"W-where am I?"​
 
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Tanya had no idea where she was. She was reminded of her old days as a businessman where she would drink so much that she would pass out and wake up somewhere random like in some mushroom kingdom where she had to fight some big ass turtle guy...She shuddered at that weird dream. It felt so real though. A loud sigh escaped the General's lips as she surveyed her surroundings. Several people were confined to the back of some sort of van. A voice notified her that they will be taken to some sort of city...Great. She concluded that she must have been arrested or something along those lines.

"Oh great I'm being arrested again..."

Tanya mumbled whilst forgetting about her current form.

"I wonder how much I drank this time...Wait a second"

She looked down at her body.

"Ah shit..."

"I'm awake"
she responded to some guy that had spoke out loudly . ( Dylan.thomas7 Dylan.thomas7 )

It was the time for Tanya to wear her 'mask' now she decided to play the role of a 'lost girl'

"Why am I here?"

she puts on her best 'I'm an innocent girl please help me' voice. Hopefully everyone else here will help a lost little girl...right?

@everyonehere
 


  • Steve sits up a little more, and looks around at everyone else in the truck.
    "... Yeah... I think I do..." He says, still looking completely lost.

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    He shrugs and puts a hand on his forehead, rubbing it to try and gain some clarity on the situation.

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