Re: The Alliance- Plot (CLOSED)

by **Charlie** Mon Jan 31, 2011 10:47 pm

"They should be." Nick said.
"I sent them messages. And those that did not escape with The Third Wave, are our first priority to save." Griff told her.
"And we have all the records so we will know who should be here." Nick added, motioning to the file cabinets.
Griff pulled up a chair, "Guess we wait."

by Ziva :) Mon Jan 31, 2011 10:52 pm

Naava nodded and riffled through the files for a moment before dropping into a seat and putting her feet up on the nearest desk. "So... have you guys had any fun since the last time I saw you? I heard about you both leading waves,"

by **Charlie** Mon Jan 31, 2011 10:55 pm

Griffen said nothing. His time with the head of the government was not fun to say the least. He just looked and let Nick answer.
"It wasn't fun persay, but peaceful. The Head of the Military, was quite helpful. And gave me all their info," he pulled out an old disc drive. "Said this would unlock old files, and add new ones to the computer over their." He pointed to a dusty computer on a old receptionists desk next to the file cabinets.

by Ziva :) Mon Jan 31, 2011 10:59 pm

"I don't suppose anything about this mess is really fun, oh well," she sighed, "Why don't you put the disc in to see what shows up? Then again, we might need to wait until the others arrive,"

by **Charlie** Mon Jan 31, 2011 11:04 pm

"It'll be fine." Griff said, "They'll find out soon or later."
"Better sooner than later." Nick smiled, as he turned the computer on. It was old, nothing like he had ever seen. But it still worked. He put the disk in once the computer loaded up. The background was green and brown camo with words written on it reading The Beast Project. The logo surounding it, looked like a dog tag with the faint etching animals, most prominent was a lion.
Griff crowded around Nick, motion Naava over. Nick first looked through the files on the disk, most of them being simple emails, between certain people. One of witch Griffen remembered sending.
Other documents included blue prints of buildings and other things.
On the computer were old test files, a list of supplies that was stocked in the warehouse, who resided in each room and other things.

by Ziva :) Mon Jan 31, 2011 11:07 pm

Naava studied the information on the screen thoughfully. Much of it would be very useful if they needed to stage strategic attacks.

by **Charlie** Mon Jan 31, 2011 11:11 pm

Griffen studied the information, he was noticing something, "None of this says where The Dictator is," he sighed, if they ever wanted safety, and to get out of hiding, and equality they would need to know where he was. He knew the perfect successor. And that person was in hiding thanks to Nick.

by **OpenTheDoor** Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:46 am

As the trio looked through the files, another figure joined the group. Curiousity blazed in his eyes as he silently sneaked over.
"If it said that then this wouldn't be fun then would it?" he smirked, "Hi."
He stepped into a slightly better light, just so that they could see who he was rather than his voice alone. He did a small bow-like nod before returning to normal posture.
As he looked down to the files, he brought his hand up to thr tag about his neck. He clenched it in his fist before playing with it again; he never could sit still.

by **Charlie** Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:42 pm

Griffen wanted to say something but he dared not. He could have made a smart remark. But he refrained. Could people really not learn how not to sneak up on others, or but in when people are talking.
"But it would be the slightest bit helpful." Nick said.
Griffen went back to searching through the computer. They're was not the any mention of the dictator. He couldn't see it on the disk files or the computer, no mention of him, no place where he might be. He cussed in his mind.
"Glad to see ya." Nick said, wishing Griffen would be the slightest bit nicer.

by **OpenTheDoor** Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:51 pm

"Same," he nodded, "Anyway, we'll get it...eventually."
He raised a brow at Griff; he could respect his elders a bit couldn't he? Eh, he was the leader anyway.
Taking a seat, he blew his fringe out of his eyes and sighed; the others had to come soon, right?
"How many have we got to rescue then? The ones that didn't escape in the third wave?" he asked mostly to Nick as Griff seemed busier in his eyes.

by **Charlie** Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:58 pm

"Well, we have to wait for the others to get here. I'm not sure who didn't escape during The Third Wave." Nick explained. "Some people just didn't get the chance."
Griff then turned around, "We have records of who should still be alive. If they're not here, when people come, then we go get them. First priority."

by **OpenTheDoor** Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:06 pm

The Coyote nodded, looking at Griff, "Cool."
He didn't know what else to say initially. Instead, he just fiddled with the dog tags that hung around his neck again, finding it somewhat soothingly simple. His eyes looked to the files again, somewhat intrigued by it all.
"Mind if I take a peek?" he asked, picking up the top file; his.
He scanned through the info, deciding that this was just ridiculous. Everything that they cared about them was on this damn file... Plus he was also, by quite a large margin, the eldest there.

by **Charlie** Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:16 pm

(the files are in the cabinets, all that is out is the little info cards. And they don't call themselves the codenames, this will be crucial later)

Griffen just let him. No need to pick fights yet. Plus it was nothing to fight about. He looked at Nick, who just shrugged.
Nick looked through the files again, pulling out blue prints, things he could find useful for strategic needs.
He put them on a drafting desk on the other side of the cabinets, this place was becoming all familiar again.
Griffen toyed with his dog tags, as he watched Matt look through his files.

by **OpenTheDoor** Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:27 pm

I know, I just used it instead of using 'he' and 'Matt' and 'the boy' etc. over and over again Wink

Matt looked silently through the files, biting his lip as he did so. He didn't know why he was getting watched by Griff, but he still felt it was rather...awkward.
He looked up briefly to see Nick, thinking that he seemed alright.
"Interesting," he murmured, not knowing why he said that at all. Maybe it was just because he had a niggle to annoy Griff? Probably.

by **Charlie** Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:32 pm

Griffen turned around, it wasn't his fault that all this happened. He knew that, and there would be tension. He couldn't help that. He kept on playing with the metal dog tags, that said his code name, and had a picture of a lion etched into them.
Nick was a fan of silence, "So how's your life been?" He asked, finally breaking the awkwardness of the dead void of silence. His abnormally large hands dropped his own tags, and rested across his chest, as he folded them.

by **OpenTheDoor** Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:38 pm

Matt looked up, "Huh? Oh, yeah, perfect."
He grumbled something before looking down to the files again, looking through again before looking up.
"Not the best yet not the worst, you?" he attempted at a response again.

by **Charlie** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:05 pm

"It was okay." Nick responded. "Guess I got a bit lucky, ya know." Nick was lucky, probably the luckiest out of them all. The Head of the Military picked him. People were jealous for a while, but that was simply because despite what people thought, The Head of the Military truly was the nicest to The Beasts.
Griffen just looked around, not really wanting talk about his life. Though he would, especially since there wasn't that much to tell.

by **OpenTheDoor** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:11 pm

Matt nodded, "I know."
Everyone wanted to be in his hind paws. Sure, his 'owner' was pretty kind...at times but it was still fact.
With a small silence, he put the files back into their places in the cabinet, sorting through it. It was fuller than he expected it to be. He never realised that there were this many of them.
"How many do we have in total roughly, then?" he asked, "Sorry if you feel like I'm bombarding you like a quiz."

by **Charlie** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:43 pm

"No your fine." Griff said.
Nick sunk away. He felt as if he had said to much, and overstepped boundaries.
"From the count I got there were one hundred of us, at the beginning about sixty died during the wars, and most of the survivors escaped during The Waves." Griff informed.

by **Unabound Justice** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:43 pm

(How can I get in this?)

by **Charlie** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:45 pm

(read the first two actual posts of plot (that would be the first post in the thread, and the second post by me that is uber long) that will explain how you can come in.)

by **Unabound Justice** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:46 pm

(Okay because I haven't been on much.)

by **OpenTheDoor** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:47 pm

"So about forty? Is that gonna be enough to blow this joint?" he asked, not really aware that he had asked yet another question.
Curiousity always got the better of him no matter what the situation is. He needs to know things whether people liked it or not though unfortunately for him, it's generally the latter.

by **Unabound Justice** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:52 pm

Lissa walked into the warehouse. She was almost sure she was later than everyone else. She looked around catiously and curiously, he rbig blue eyes studying everyone and her naturally sneaky instince pointing out all the undetectible hiding spots.

by **Charlie** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:56 pm

"We are not blowing this joint." Nick said. "If you haven't noticed no one has been here for years. I've been assured no one will be coming soon. This will be our place of residence."
Griff, sighed, doing a mental face palm. "It should be enough. We also are more than normal humans." Griff said, toying with his dog tags again. Forty would be enough to overthrow The Dictator. Well it would be enough when they could find him.

(Nikki not even close to everyone has arrived yet, only two people out of I think like the 11 minus yours and including mine)

by **Unabound Justice** Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:58 pm

(Sorry)
Lissa walked in catiously to whe warehouse. She spotted some othe people and walked in. (Idk who's open.)

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