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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2019 10:53 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 9:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2019 2:15 pm
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James "Middleman" Lake
James wasn't sure exactly why he was the ride along, with this small espionage mission, wouldn't it have been better to bring one of the more professional types. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, it's that just looking at the orphanage gave him great anxiety. Holding his composure, he followed Galileo into the orphanage. It was surprising how well prepared he was compared to himself, then again, Nasya always left the important parts of these missions to her most professional lackeys. Taking a step into the door, he nodded to Galileo, not only for his kindness, but to ensure him that despite his fragile demeanor, he wouldn't mess this up. As the woman suspiciously stared at him when talking with Galileo, he just smiled and kept quiet. He didn't really know what to say to her, he was certain this was the best course of action.
Galileo finished the pre-work and before they knew it, they were moving throughout. It was actually a lot of fun. Despite knowing what they were there looking for, it was pleasant. Coming by and seeing all the children made him happy, not that they were living in sub-optimal conditions, but because the younger ones seemed really happy to see new faces. He got to spend a few minutes with them, at the expense of Galileo's time, but they had to make it look convincing. Right? As they continued moving along, he noticed the signal from Galileo, instantly his anxiety returned. He took in a deep breath as they walked and gave it a few moments before he did what he was there to do. Taking a quick step forward, he reached out to the guide and stopped them.
"Hey, sorry. I'm gonna run to the restroom real quick, I think I saw it back there right?" James said softly, but with his usual a bit frantic speech pattern. After the woman corroborated his claim, he smiled and nodded to her. After telling her he'd catch up with them, he began to walk back off to the room he saw mentioned. It was here where his body began moving on auto pilot, lest he succumb to his nerves. Ensuring no eyes were on him, he found the room once more. It looked like just an office room for some exec member, but if there was going to be anything sketchy, the higher ups would know about it. It was at this point that he pulled a lockpick from his pocket and sighed, beginning to lightly sweat. There was only a few minutes to do all that he needed to do, and a lot of hoping, but he had a gut feeling everything would go horribly wrong be just fine.
It took him half a minute, but the lock released and he quickly slid into the room. It was a big office for an orphanage, but he didn't let his amazement get the best of him. Shuffling over to the desk, he perused the documents on the desk. Nothing looked horribly strange, there was a lot he didn't know about running an orphanage, but none of these documents seemed out of place. Checking the drawers proved unfruitful as well, until he found another locked container. The drawer had a small lock on it, nothing he couldn't handle with his proficiency. It was in this drawer that he finally found something that he could use. A list of names of children that had gone missing, with police reports and everything. With just a brief look over he didn't know if he could find any patterns, but it would be something that the others could figure out. Taking photos with his phone, he looked at the clock and noticed he was getting close to running over time. He quickly covered his existence from the room, and headed out, being careful not to be caught as he ran back, even making a quick stop at the actual bathroom to wash his hands.
Returning to the original spot, he found Galileo and the guide just a bit ahead. He still had a small bead of sweat on his head, but he seemed normal. "Sorry, I got d-distracted..." James said, then cleared his throat as he looked between Galileo and he guide.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 6:25 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 10:25 am
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CαяTεя
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▪Thoughts: This is looking like a waste of a good morningII▫Where: The Mountains [New Hope Orphanage]II ▫With Who: MyselfII ▪Wearing: Blue-collar shirt [shown in picture] with black pantsII
’Why am I here again?’ Pairs of rubies were at the front desk while fiddling with an object in his hand. A closer inspection revealed a phone but certainly not his. Fingers lightly held onto the electronic device, listening to its chatter on and on about its short life. ’It doesn’t make it any clearer.’ With a small sigh coming from his nostrils, there was little else to do but wait. Such an object would have little information for him, especially considering that it was a brand spanking new cheap phone that you discard when its usage was over. It only chatted about its time in the factory that it was made in, the store that housed it, and who bought it. None of it was all that useful for the amnesia man.
Thinking about the reason why he was sent here was the only clue given to him. Last week, the leader of the Exiles informed him that he would be sent on a mission with a certain male. He had to stop himself from sighing when he was told. Then again, it would be his time to gain an inch within the organization and, hopefully, some information about who he was. For most of the week, the redhead was out exploring the city. Since there was little else to do it seemed like the best way to kill time. When the day of the mission came, Mitch was the one that came up to him. The underling may have learned to read body language the last time they met. Now the guy was just blatantly flirting with him, something he didn’t mind in the least. ’I can live with that as long as he doesn’t get too close.’ The Knowledge Manipulator informed where they were gonna meet up, handed Carter the phone before he was off.
This morning wasn’t the greatest considering how it started. It would have been better to have been spoken to by a more considerate henchman, like actually tell him what the mission was. ’I have to make do.’ Carter reminded himself as the phone was brought into his field of vision. This Knowledge Manipulator barely told him why he had to come to this place, perhaps it was intentional. All that the amnesia man knew was that Mitch was going to inform him as they went along. ’Just great. Hopefully something can come out of this.’
((Out.Of.Conversation smile )
II ▪Occupation: Linguist
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 8:04 am
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 MITCH
The Hacker
He didn't tell Carter much of the details for a reason. One he wouldn't divulge to the other anytime soon--maybe never. It depends on how things turned out. Although he appeared to have left the redhead to make his way to the orphanage alone, he had been with him the whole time. A chime came from the man's newly required phone as he walked up to the building. Once he checked he would see a picture (like the one to the left) of Mitch giving him a little hello. The screen changed to reveal some text.
Do you prefer to communicate
this way or telepathically?
After the decision was made if there were any questions he would have answered them--for the most part. Telling him some information, which was needed to know, was more important at the moment. He already informed him of his fake name. One which included a surname. When they searched him up in the database they wouldn't find anything awry. When you get to the front desk inform them you are here to see Ms. Del Amorio. There was a slight pause before he continued. If asked, tell them you are looking for...potential. It was all he was going to say on the subject for now. If Carter did what he was told he would be led, by another lady, down a few hallways before being stopped in front of a particular office door. During the trek, Mitch would speak again. Tell me if the walls reveal some juicy secrets to you. It was his way of telling him to be alert and use his power to gain potentially useful information.
After Carter entered the office, assuming he made it this far, he was left alone with Ms. Del Amorio. She was currently standing near her comfortable looking chair. The women gestured to the seat in front of her desk before sitting in her own. "Please, sit." She didn't speak again until she settled into her spot. The older woman asked what she could help him with while using his fake name in a polite manner. Tell her you are looking for someone special. A young child ready to be shown what they are truly capable of. Mitch said as soon as he was able without confusing the other.
Location: An office with Carter and some lady.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 9:47 pm
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CαяTεя
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▪Thoughts: Are we bringing in underage talent into the group?II▫Where: The Mountains [New Hope Orphanage]II ▫With Who: MyselfII ▪Wearing: Blue-collar shirt [shown in picture] with black pantsII
An unregistered sound reach the disinterested man’s ear, garnering his attention towards the device. Their crimson brow was raised as if to question the violet haired’s appearance. ’Everyone has their kinks I guess.’ With that reminder coming back, a text appeared on the cellular object. Their finger tapped the back of the throwaway phone as they contemplated their choice. Going into the city had done quite a lot for the redhead. They learned about their environment and heard some strange things. It was one thing for an inanimate objects to have a preference for a particular person but it was another when the same group did. It was like they were needy, or maybe more like drug addicts who were hooked on a particular drug. Except that this “drug” had a name and one heck of a peculiarity. Most of the time the electronics talked in a roundabout way, sometimes not even making sense, but the pieces were pulled together after a week of investigating. Who knew what side this particular male was with, it was better to side on the err of caution. ”This will be fine.” Carter connected themselves in a mental link. It was only know that he understood why Mitch may have wanted them to touch in the morning.
Since the Knowledge Manipulator was present, he’d probably eventually tell the garnet man their mission. For the time being he remained quiet and didn’t ask any questions. Why? The answers would eventually show themselves up in due time anyways. When told what to do, Carter executed it without prodding for answers. Looking at the lady of the desk, they were able to maneuver the conversation to his favor with the aid of his peculiarity. Reading the front lady’s body language, he was able to smoothly get the result that was desired. As Mitch spoke up about keeping his ears peeled for information, once more, he did what was told of him. Any and all information was listened to, even when they were sent inside a woman’s office.
Royal red rubies took in this Ms. Del Amorio’s appearance before taking a seat in the indicated chair. Carter reiterated what the Knowledge Manipulator told him but did so in a fashion that gave the most positive feedback from the lady. Those beads of red watched the woman’s body language, facial features, gestures and what have you; all that information was absorbed as the intended words left his lips. This was how he was able to get out of tricky situations. Through shifting his wording, manners, attitude, etc to cater to the recipient.
((Out.Of.Conversation smile )
II ▪Occupation: Linguist
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 6:07 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 11:10 am
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CαяTεя
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▪Thoughts: I shouldn’t be surprised about the shady stuff that happens in orphanagesII▫Where: The Mountains [New Hope Orphanage]II ▫With Who: Myself, Mitch [?], and Del AmorioII ▪Wearing: Blue-collar shirt [shown in picture] with black pantsII
The walls didn’t seem to hold much information that could have been deemed useful. They talked about the workers that came and went, the children that drew on their walls and ran down these floors, the gossip that they heard from people, and so on. That knowledge was stored within his head before it was reiterated to the head honcho’s servant. Surely they would know what information was more newsworthy. Even the woman’s office had its fair share of secrets. Her clothing sung praise about their treatment as of late, what she had to eat this morning and chatted about their day so far. The desk had a bit of a saucy tale to say, describing how just the other day there were intimate acts being thrashed upon its surface. It may be useful for blackmail in the future so Carter held onto that piece of info. The chair pretty much gave a spiel about all those ungrateful people that came and sat on it’s cushion! It became clear that the chair felt as if it was taken for granted.
As instructed, amnesia man interjected in a manner that would be agreeable with the woman. The two were here for something and it wouldn’t do anyone any good if there was friction between them. Informing Ms. Del Amorio that they weren’t here to adopt a child and used Mitch’s exact words regarding this “cream of the crop”, the conversation changed into something the disinterested didn’t expect. When the lady responded, he reiterated the violet-haired’s words in a manner that would get him what he wanted. Carter was able to discern what these code words were trying to imply. He shouldn’t have been surprised that an orphanage was running this kind of business in the background. And the funny thing is, while this conversation was taking place, it felt like Mitch was moving around. The lean man couldn’t pinpoint their exact location but it seemed that the Knowledge Manipulator was somewhere in this room.
Leaving the office behind, it felt as if Mitch had just returned to his side. That was a bit odd considering that he couldn’t visibly see where that henchman was. It was like they had a rough feeling of where they were. As of right now, it felt like they were in the palm of his hand. For the meantime, Carter followed the woman to wherever she would lead him.
((Out.Of.Conversation smile )
II ▪Occupation: Linguist
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 10:14 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 2:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 8:00 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2019 1:55 pm
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CαяTεя
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▪Thoughts: Is that it?II▫Where: The Mountains [New Hope Orphanage]II ▫With Who: Myself, Mitch [?], and Del AmorioII ▪Wearing: Blue-collar shirt [shown in picture] with black pantsII
There was no visible reaction from the head of red as the children were approached. Their outfits were bland with each material describing a similar story regarding their treatment. Some may call it odd that the same uniforms would have such homogenous stories. It at least corroborated that they were telling the truth, maybe. Such young lives didn’t seem to have much of a bright future if they were to stay under this woman’s roof. But Carter wasn’t here to consider their well-being, he was just following orders to get what he wanted. Melody, as it was revealed to be the girl’s name, seemed so snuffed out of any joy in her life. The same could be said of the boy in the room. All the children seemed to act like little robots with a miniscule amount of individuality coursing through their bodies.
”It depends on a lot of things. That answer is not so clear cut.” Carter proceed to talk about how there were many factors that needed to be taken into consideration. How often the power was used, was it a turn on/off ability, what was the relationship towards it, etc. Once the man was done explaining that there was an intense vibration in his hand. Picking up the call he proceeded to act the part.
”Yes boss?” It wasn’t too much of a stress to call Mitch a “boss” at this point. He was pretty much calling all the shots anyhow.
”Right….yes...well, there are some promising subjects here. I’m sure they have potential.”
…...
”Yes, I’ll return right away.”
That concluded the amnesia man’s work as he informed the woman that he would be departing. After reiterating Mitch’s words to Ms. Del Amorio he departed from the area. If he was escorted or not wouldn’t have mattered. Carter was capable of finding the exit himself.
((Out.Of.Conversation smile )
II ▪Occupation: Linguist
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2019 8:05 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2019 9:29 pm
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