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| Topic Started: Friday, 15. May 2015, 17:33 (321 Views) | |
| Fallenkezef | Friday, 15. May 2015, 17:33 Post #1 |
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William stared at the pay phone, not quite sure what to think. He still had time to leave, take John and move on, maybe go home to Norwich, maybe go back to the continent. London was so different, hell England was so different, 70 years had changed so much and he wasn't entirely sure he liked it. The phone could even be a trap, a method for the local Sheriff to round up incoming Anarchs, eliminate potential threats before they could organise, before they could make trouble for whoever was Prince. A pack of lads, drunk, loud and proudly wearing Spur's shirts walked by shouting and singing, a momentary distraction that broke William's chain of thought. He watched them go and smiled, at least some things don't change, beer and football. William chuckled and muttered aloud, under his breath. "I need to find a Norwich City shirt at some point." For a moment he lost himself to memory. The pubs where full when Norwich won the league back in 1934, sure it was only the third division south, but times where hard and people needed something to give them joy and hope. William remembered relieving drunk fans of their pocket watches and wallets, easy pickings, almost too easy. Some of the fools drunk away a week's wages, celebrating a bunch of blokes kicking around a leather ball. A ringing sound broke the moment and snapped William back into the present. He hesitated, still unsure before shaking his head and picking up the receiver. "Good evening, my name is William Sculthorpe." Edited by Fallenkezef, Sunday, 17. May 2015, 20:36.
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| Tsar Ilya the First | Tuesday, 19. May 2015, 15:51 Post #2 |
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[avatar=http://www.artofthestate.co.uk/photos/bt_phonebox_night.jpg][alias=Khoza]Staring at his own feet, dangling in the border of the gas tower, Ilya considered his options. Like the cat that has climbed a tree too high, and doesn't want to jump... only he wanted to jump. The only things stopping him were the material ones. Jumping from that height was probably going to ruin his phone, his tablet, and his tracksuit. Practicality was telling him to try to climb down, but he wanted to jump, and to feel his bones shattering against the ground. Why was so hard to find middle points? He could just get naked, leave it all up here, and task some of his flesh machines to pick it up later... And just jump. That was a nice idea. He started removing his clothes, mildly excited about something, for once. He stood there, feeling the wind against his skin, about to take a leap of faith against the concrete, somehow wishing the impact would miraculously detach his head from his body, and finish the agony... And his phone rang. It was the special ringtone, the one that was there to tell him that somebody had picked up the pay phone at 777 High Street. Jumping would have to wait. However, if this was a drunken flesh machine wasting his time, he was going to go there, and rip its limbs apart, and then feed them to the members of its family. And that was a promise. The voice at the other side gave a name. That was unusual. Good. The hidden camera that pointed at the phone booth showed him a man with sunglasses. That was a good sign. "Hello, William. How did you get this number? Who are you trying to find?" |
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| Fallenkezef | Tuesday, 19. May 2015, 17:53 Post #3 |
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William considered his options, if this was a trap he'd have to word things very carefully. The Cammies where very keen on those traditions after all. Suddenly he realised he'd paused for longer than would be considered polite. "I recieved this number and instructions at a Gather near Munich. A kindred spirit told me I could find a sense of freedom here." William grimaced, instantly regretting his words, "kindred spirit" probably won the 2015 cliche of the year award. He hoped that itchy feeling between his shoulder blades wasn't the herald of a high calibre present from the local sheriff. |
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| Tsar Ilya the First | Saturday, 23. May 2015, 02:06 Post #4 |
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[avatar=http://www.artofthestate.co.uk/photos/bt_phonebox_night.jpg][alias=Khoza]Jumping was out of the question, now. At this point, he was just a naked man, on top of a gas tower, talking on the phone with somebody who had picked a random call from a payphone. What an unexpected turn of events, pulling him from his own metaphysical cloud of self observance, to the mundane world of every day things. Still, the abyss was staring at him, demanding him to jump. Would he be able to maintain a phone conversation while falling? It would be a very short test. Maybe one second and a half; two seconds tops. He would need to find a higher tower... a much higher tower. And a helmet, so the whistling air did not hinder the conversation... All complications. And when he smashed against the ground... then what? Conversation over? Nonsense. "Great. Thanks for picking up the call. Somebody will be waiting for you close to that location, in Tottenham Hale. There is a small green at the entrance of the residential area. He will be there. He will give you a sports bag with a tablet inside. In the tablet, there will be an icon labelled 'Khoza'. Press that icon, and you'll start talking to me. The one giving you the bag has specific instructions not to talk to you, or stare at you. He will just be there, and he will follow you until you return the tablet. I am sorry about this, but recent events have forced us to establish quite strong security measures. If you have trouble getting your bearings, check the map at the bus stop just in front of you. You'll find the place in a matter of seconds." There was a scratching noise, and the line went dead. He had ended the conversation, just like that. It was becoming a strange habit of him, finishing conversations in such a rude way... He proceeded to pick his clothes off the floor, and get dressed once again. He needed to find a way of climbing down that gas tower. OOC NOTE
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