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[Dwarmin]

Spoiler: Little (click to show/hide)

My Actions: Call in the director for clean up and media spinning (I mean we almost got to the bar in time to stop Fenneth's rampage, what a tragedy)  . I wan't the police to cordone the area in case of a riot.
 
Now that this is serious...try to keep alert for leads on Fenneth-head back to base and arm up. Look for
-pair of night vision goggles
-Grenades and Explosives
-bullet proof vest
-Combat knife

Ta-dah!

[Cheeetar]

I just told you how to do the little cool thingy with the spoilers .

[Frelock]

I'm back.  It seems that the pace has slowed somewhat since I've been gone.  I'm sorry Cheeetar, but I'm going to have to override your action:

Spoiler: To Little (click to show/hide)

I'll go to the St. George Hospital and see if I can get my wound pached up by pastor Frank

[Cheeetar]

It's alright. Now I get to see what happened to kill Flintus.

[Little]

Yes, the pace has slowed. The initial rocket-fire that propelled the project has been used up, and now the project is running on the regular engine. Sorry.

Frelock!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I'm back.  It seems that the pace has slowed somewhat since I've been gone.  I'm sorry Cheeetar, but I'm going to have to override your action:

I'll go to the St. George Hospital and see if I can get my wound pached up by pastor Frank

You leave your grimy apartment and head onto the dark streets, only illuminated by the occasional working street light. You walk down the street, passing the occasional prostitute and bum, and you begin to head towards Saint George's Church. (Luck Roll=4) (Random Encounter Roll=5) A hobbling old lady lurches clutching a bag at out from out of the darkness (Bravery Roll=5) and you don't even flinch, offering a calm smile. The lady smiles(Detection Roll=6!) and doesn't recognize you at all as she says, "Hello, young man. I'm looking for a fellow by the name of Fenneth. Have you seen him? Bradley says hello." You cautiously nod, and say that you are Fenneth. She looks suprised, but looks you over very carefully and sees that it is you. She hands you the (suprisingly heavy) bag and bag and scurries off. You head into a side-alley and open the bag to see a what looks like four large,white, bricks with wires strapped around them. You touch the bricks, and it feels like greasy wax. You find a note at the bottom of the bag under the bricks and you quickly read it.

'Welcom fur the black irish. plant it in Games Building. set time and then run like fuck. good luk

-bradley'

You realize that you're holding roughly sixteen pounds of Hi-Core Explosives, and you almost drop the bag with the realization. Heading to St. Georges with this thing would really not be smart, so you try to think of a new plan.

What now?

Health:
Lightly Wounded! (-1 to Physical Actions)
Effects:
Disguised! (+2 to Disguise and Detection Rolls)

Detection Level: 1
Current time survived: 11 Turns

Inventory: Large Briefcase
1 LQ(Low Quality) Fake ID
1 Set of Foraged Papers
1 .38 Glock, well-maintained
1 First Aid Kit
Sixteen pounds of 'Black Irish'

16 Doses of Pyshco Meds

Assets:
1 Small Crappy Apartment
Stash:
2 Sets of Casual Clothes
1 Suit(+2 to disguise in upper-class/buisness settings, in suitcase)
1 Good Laptop(Can be used to film, send email, and watch The Running Man, film ready, on bed)
1 Hunting Knife
1 Multi-Tool
20 Ft of Sturdy Rope
20 Ft of Fishing Line
5 Fishing Hooks

1 Roll of Duct-Tape
3300$

Time Till Next Tape: 11 Turns
Time to Meds: 6 Turns

Dwarmin

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

My Actions: Call in the director for clean up and media spinning (I mean we almost got to the bar in time to stop Fenneth's rampage, what a tragedy)  . I wan't the police to cordone the area in case of a riot.
 
Now that this is serious...try to keep alert for leads on Fenneth-head back to base and arm up. Look for
-pair of night vision goggles
-Grenades and Explosives
-bullet proof vest
-Combat knife

Ta-dah!

You pull out your cellphone as the last shots fade into the night, and you dial the Police Coordinator, telling him of the tragedy that occurred, how Fenneth brutally murdered a dozen people in cold blood. You add that it would be great if the bodies could be disposed of quickly, and you want a lockdown on this district in the event of a riot. You hang up without waiting for a response. The driver starts the van as you scream, "HEADQUARTERS! NOW!" Your hunters run back out of the bar and hop into the slowly moving van, the final jumper slamming the door behind him. You arrive at Headquarters a moment later, and head inside. (Luck Roll=6!) You quickly aquire:

5 Grenades
1 Combat Knife
1 Kelvar Vest
1 Combat Knife

from a terrified underling and you slip on the vest as you stalk out of the headquarters. As you leave, your phone rings. It's the Director.

"The Patriot, my good friend!"
"What the fuck is it?"
"We've traced Fenneth's email thanks to the new kid."
"And?"
"Turnball Apartments."
"Sonofabitch."
"Yeah. Get to it."

You flip your cellphone shut and seethe. Intel couldn't even track two fugitives in the same building!

What now?
Health:
Fantastic!(-2 to Death Rolls)
Effects:
Crazy!
In Shape!(+1 to Physical Actions and +1 to Dodge Rolls)
Very Cunning!(+2 to Quick Thinking Rolls)
Former Commander!(+1 to Tactics Rolls)
Skilled with Weapons!(+1 to Accuracy rolls with all weapons)
Marksman!(+2 to Combat Rolls involving a rifle or long range shots)
Man with Authority!(+1 to Intimidation Rolls)
Bad-Ass(+1 to Intimidation Rolls)
Higher Power(Police are at your command)
Head Hunter(Hunters are at your command)
Famous! (Recognizable to anybody)

Current time survived: 3 Turns
Current Number of Fugitive Kills: 1!

Inventory: Suit
Cell-Phone(Talk with Director, cops, or other hunters)
1 Rifle
Scope(+1 to Long Range shots with Rifle, -2 to Close Range Shots)
5 Grenades
1 Combat Knife
1 Kelvar Vest
1 Combat Knife

[Dwarmin]

Spoiler: Little (click to show/hide)

As before, travel there incognito. I'll take my hunters and crew into an adjoining building, to set up surveillance and prepare to attack if we spot him. If we don't see him after an hour and are sure hes not in the building, call the police and tell them he's in the area.

Spoiler: Frelock (click to show/hide)

Welcome back! Just a little advice, try to be specific in your actions. Little likes to entertain, and he'll fill in boring turns by making everything go to hell lol

[Frelock]

Spoiler: Dwarmin (click to show/hide)

Thanks, things certainly turn out interesting when you aren't specific.

Spoiler: Little (click to show/hide)

I find a convinient place nearby to hide the bag, and then go back to the apartment to get my suit and the briefcase, as well as the papers and the ID.  Then go back, look to see if anyone is watching the area where the bag is, pick up the bag, and go towards the games building.  When I get to a suitable location (ie, near a high-class area), put the explosives in the briefcase, and put on the suit.  Then go towards the games building.

[Little]

Yay! Shit is about to go down! I'll be updating later today. 

[Frelock]

As the one who relies on stealth to survive, I'm not pleased by the announcement that "Shit is about to go down!"  .

[Dwarmin]

As a homicidal ex-marine from Hell serving as a cog in the machine of an evil oligarchy, I support the notion that "Shit is about to go down!"

[Frelock]

In the slight hope that you accept this minor change of action:

Spoiler: To Little (click to show/hide)

Do exactly as above, but keep the package with me at all times, and if it looks like there's no way out, go out with a BANG!

[Little]

Frelock

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I find a convinient place nearby to hide the bag, and then go back to the apartment to get my suit and the briefcase, as well as the papers and the ID.  Then go back, look to see if anyone is watching the area where the bag is, pick up the bag, and go towards the games building.  When I get to a suitable location (ie, near a high-class area), put the explosives in the briefcase, and put on the suit.  Then go towards the games building.

You decide to hang onto the bag and return to the relative safety of your apartment. You begin to make your way to your apartment (Detection Roll=1 vs Checking Roll=4) and as you walk towards the entrance, (Perception Roll=1) you are completely oblivious to the muzzle flash from the 'abandoned building' from across the street.

Combat!
Accuracy Roll=5+3
Dodge Roll=2
Damage Roll=3-3

The shot pegs you in the back,(Balance Roll=5) nearly slamming you to the ground. However, you manage to remain on your feet and stagger forward. You feel warm blood gushing down your back, and you suddenly feel very, very, heavy. Your last move is shove your hand into the bag, finding the detonator. (Quick Thinking Roll=3) You feel numerous buttons, but you have no idea which one activates the bomb. A flash of an idea occurs to you and(Luck Roll=4) you find the tangle of wires leading from detonator to explosives. You yank on the entire tangle, ripping out a dozen fail-safes for explosion.

The entire block vanishes in a second, a mighty flash of light blinding any onlookers. A second later, the six surrounding blocks disappear with a roar of flame, debris smashing cars all the way on the other side of the canal.

You are dead. Your run on The Running Man was memorable. You killed hundreds of civilians indirectly. You killed The Patriot.

Dwarmin

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

As before, travel there incognito. I'll take my hunters and crew into an adjoining building, to set up surveillance and prepare to attack if we spot him. If we don't see him after an hour and are sure hes not in the building, call the police and tell them he's in the area.

You deploy your forces to a deserted warehouse across the street from Turnball Apartments. You travel there quietly, setting yourself up with a beautiful vantage point to snipe from. After forty-five minutes, Fenneth shows up, and you gleefully take aim and fire...

Combat!
Accuracy Roll=5+3
Dodge Roll=2
Damage Roll=3-3

Fenneth staggers, but remains upright. The shot had hit him hard. You begin aiming again when Fenneth shoves his hand into the bag and suddenly there's a flash of light...

You are dead. You murdered Melvin. You were cold, brutal and merciless.

The next four applicants, would you please prepare a Hunter Bio(if desired) or a Runner bio?

Currently accepted Bios: None


Some tips for being accepted:
-To Runners: I'm looking for a decent reason you need the money!
-To Hunters: They aren't looking for average people. They want people with training and experience.
-As fun as being suicidal is, please avoid suicidal tendencies. Bat-shit insane is fine, but no outright suicidal people. The Games Network would rather terminate you then have you on the show.
-Please try to be unique.
-Feel free to add background, I might give bonuses! 

[Cheeetar]

Spoiler:  Hunter Application (click to show/hide)

Name: Albert Nyugen or The Gentleman

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Height: 1.8 meters

Weight: 145 pounds

Health/Mental Defects or Conditions: Dissociative Identity Disorder

Occupation(or former occupation if currently unemployed): Accountant

Company Evaluation: He is ordinarily a very quiet, calm and sophisticated man, well suited to spying and tracking down runners. His second personality enables him to become violent, and much stronger and vicious than his age suggests. Neither of his identities retain memory of the other, but his vicious persona only lasts long enough to kill or escape from any threats nearby, which explains how he had a normal life for so long.

History: He grew up in a middle-class family, and was said to be a nice, well-mannered person. He grew up to be an accountant for The Network, with a nice salary and a wife (no kids). However, when he and his wife were mugged, he killed the attacker. His wife attempted to stop him, and he broke her neck and ran off.
The Network discovered this, and told him that his wife was killed by a runner. They then offered him the opportunity to become a Hunter to help prevent this happen to anyone again.

[Frelock]

Come now, killing two cops, the patriot, and demolishing multiple city blocks has to be somewhat memorable.  "Hey, remember when that crazy guy blew himself and a decent chunk of the city up?  Yea, those bastards in the poor quarters deserved it; being killed by one of their own was poetic justice."

Anyhow, onto a second contestant:

Spoiler: Runner application (click to show/hide)

Name: Kenothen

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 166lbs

Health/Mental Defects or Conditions: Push Addict

Occupation(or former occupation if currently unemployed): Never employed

Reason for joining The Running Man: Need money for Push, and to pay off Push debts.

Other/Bio:I was loaded up at age 15 when my folks bought the farm cause a bomb somehow found its way into their car.  (I was the one who made and planted the bomb.  I was accused by some of murdering them for the insurance money[which I did], but the prosecuting attorney couldn't come up with anything, so I got off.)  I haven't shaved my face since that tragic day.  After that, I stayed in a foster home for three years, (stealing from my foster parents and) becoming more and more addicted to push.  When I reached 18, I left and started living off my parent's money, which lasted for quite a bit(I also made some money doing some back-alley cage fights, but got put out after being beat by Tide; they don't let you back if you've been beat).  Things really started getting desperate when I sold off the condo to pay for my push.  Now I'm down to my clothes(along with my shiv and my pop's old revolver which I've got stashed in an abandoned warehouse), I'm about $200 in debt to my Push gang, about $500 in debt to my dealer, and the mob's going to come collecting soon.  I've got to find some way to pay them, but no-one's gonna hire me 'cause I do Push.

Also, reading back, I guess I should have told Cheeetar that I intended to send the e-mail a fair distance from the apartments for precisely this reason.  I think we've all learned a lesson about computer safety, now haven't we?

[Cheeetar]

Sorry for dooming your character off while you were away.