this ain't a scene. | kendrick && joshua.

[JOHN MERCER]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]as long as the room keeps singing, that's just the business I'm in.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]All things were going according to plan. Joshua was on his side, the key to the entire operation. And Ken was still feeding him information. He knew each doctor and scientist almost inside out. Their schedule, what they did, everything. He'd made observations himself, but also stole away a few of the transvestite creeper man-lady's paperwork. She kept a lot of notes on everything. Even him. Though, from what he'd read, she was entirely unaware of what was happening. And if she did know, she didn't seem to care. Not that he'd take that leap of faith and ask her for help. She was a spy, there was no way. As John sat in his cell, reading over his mental list, he realized he told his colleagues that he wanted to see them both. Rising from the corner of his room that held his lumpy bed, the male smirked. He was really doing it. He was really going to get out. Not only was he going to, but others, as well. He hadn't tried to spread word too much, but it seemed he had more followers than he'd originally planned. Half the fuckin' place had people wanting to join in. Of course, he constantly acted like they were on drugs, but he hinted about it in the most subtle way. It was a test, of sorts, for them. If they were any good to him, they'd keep quiet. It was bad enough security had risen recently. Even cameras had been installed thanks to Jane. As he made his way out of his room, John glanced up at one of the cameras. He had to get rid of them somehow. He thought of that clumsy nurse and a smile played on his lips. If he could win her over, he was set. It wouldn't take much. She seemed impressionable. Shoving hands into his pockets, the blonde made his way toward the bathroom, taking his time like he didn't have a care in the world. When he reached the bathroom, he shoved the door open and upon entering, locked it from the inside. Turning, he went to the sink and turned on the faucet. Cool water spilled into the porcelain white bowl. John splashed his face a bit and then turned to look at the door, wiping his face with his sleeve. They'd both arrive sometime soon, he hoped. If they didn't, then something was happening. He locked the door to ensure the safety. If another patient came in, John would have had to leave. Except, no one was really on his ward, in the first place. As John stood there, he tried to figure out what his motives were, what his cause was. He hadn't thought about it in a serious note, and now was probably not the time to start thinking so, but he couldn't help but wonder. Before he'd been shipped to Korea, he'd been pretty normal. He hadn't been the most fearless man, and he surely wouldn't have jumped into the line of fire to save a bunch of people. Now, though, he was changed. He was doing things he never imagined. And all because he just wanted to see the sunlight and feel his freedom again.[/style]

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[KENDRICK KEYS]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #1B3F8B; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #1B3F8B;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #1B3F8B; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #1B3F8B; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Kaburagi/a49.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #1B3F8B 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #1B3F8B; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Kat, Hiro. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #00A0FF; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 438 [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #00D0FF; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] First Post <3 [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     He had always wanted an office. A place where he could unwind, relax. Put his feet up and listen to his music. No, the chaos going on was too crazy. That, and his intuition. He was always helping someone. Whether it be the doctors, patients or even John. Of course he was helping John in hopes of escaping right along with him. He wasn't going to be a part of the CDC's destructive plan. No. There was still a chance... Even if only slightly, that his mom was still alive. If he had any sort of reassurance, that would only boost his morale. But could he really just leave the patients there? At the moment, the decision was blurry. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to abandon all of the people he was trying to help. Maybe escaping wasn't the best thing for him after all. They were going to die without him. He knows what the scientists are doing to them, and if he was to leave them, he would have a trail of guilt follow him right out the door. Joshua, the janitor. Overall, Josh was a pretty intriguing guy. Though he tends to eat pocky a lot, which isn't one of Ken's favorite snacks. Ken preferred his saltine crackers. The taste was un-beatable. Although the fat content tends to be increasing. The water bottle always helps soothe his throat and wash down the delicious delicacies. Focusing now on the matter at hand. John wanted to meet in the bathroom. Interesting place. The knock. Something very subtle. Two taps. More like a password, one you told your best friend to use when they needed help on a test.. or when their girlfriend was going to break up with them and they needed your advice on how they should take the news... Either way, the two taps gave him a feeling of belonging. He was helping out the bigger cause, not hurting the important people. Made him feel even nicer inside. *tap tap* He knocked ever so slightly on the door. There went that feeling again. Then he stood waiting, playing with his badge. Maybe Josh was already inside. Then, he would be late. He hates being late.[/style]

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[JOSHUA STEELE]

[style=border-top:5px solid #5165ae; margin-top: 0; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma;] Josh walked down the hall with a slight bounce in his step. This day, like any other, started off like usual. He had to wake up in the ungodly hours of the morning and mop the halls. After, he had to clean, then after that, more cleaning. Though he definitely hated it, Josh did it so often that he was positive he did it a couple times in his sleep. There were a few things that could rouse him from his daze. One, planned rebellion meetings, and two, seeing some doctor or higher up looking like crap. This day, somehow had both of those things. On his way to meet John and the nurse, he saw his supervisor with horrible bags under his bloodshot eyes. It looked like his boss got mauled by a couple zombies... or maybe a couple doctors. Either one worked. Josh knew it would be a good day. His planned excuse for today was that he was on his way doing the hourly toilet paper check. Nobody wanted to spend ten minutes taking a crap just to find out there was no toilet paper in the stall. Hm... maybe that's what happened to his boss... Josh grinned. He might of forgotten to check the staff's bathroom for the last couple last hourly toilet paper run. He whistled as he began juggling two toilet paper rolls. He was in such a good mood today that it was practically unbelievable. When Josh came close to the meeting point, the nurse came into view. Honestly, Josh was not surprised John somehow managed to convince the nurse to join. Keys was so passionate and caring to his patients that he practically had a small cult of females following him. It was rather an amusing sight. Sometimes he wondered if the nurse ever noticed that. "Is it urgent or not? If not, let me fill the toilet paper first. If so, I can wait," Josh said as he showed the nurse the rolls of toilet paper. Just recently, that freaky guy... girl... androgynous scientist started catching onto their plot and somehow managed to convince the management to install security cameras everywhere. Even though Josh knew Keys was an ally, he still feigned ignorance just in case. The least conspicuous they looked, the better. Hell, for all he knew, they probably set up bugs around the place too. He sighed as the thought settled in his mind. Great, just another thing to watch out for. [/style] [STYLE=font:10px arial; font-weight: bold;]tags: open words: 406 notes: Sorry. Had to cut it short. Dad kicked me off the computer... ;A; credit: template made by razzle of btn[/style]

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[JOHN MERCER]

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[STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]as long as the room keeps singing, that's just the business I'm in.[/style] [STYLE=float: right;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #D8D8D8; color: #43425D; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial narrow; width: 380px; padding: 0px 20px 0px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px;]IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #43425D; color: #D8D8D8; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; width: 360px; height: 400px; overflow: auto; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]The knock on the door meant they were there. Moving swiftly, he unlocked the door and rushed them in before letting the door close once more. He locked it again. "Sup," was all he said to them as he took the duo in. Joshua the Janitor and Kenrick the Nurse. Two unlikely suspects. A smile spread across John's face as he pulled a cigarette out and lit it. "Alright, gentlemen. Glad you could make it. We've got a lot of shit to go over. Did you bring your notebooks to take notes?" He eyed them both skeptically. "No? Good, we don't allow notes to be taken in this class." Another grin and he turned away, inhaling some smoke and tar before blowing it out. "You guys probably have no idea why I wanted to meet you both, but I figured you two should get to know each other. That, and I have questions." He leaned against the porcelain sink and thought for a long moment. How he'd convinced the two men to join his little army hadn't been the easiest. But it had to be done. Now he had informers and questions he had could be answered. "Josh, we've got an armory in this place, right? I mean, we must. They took away my weapon when I showed up, so that must be the case. Now, all the staff carries a handgun of some sort, too. So what we need to do it have distractions so we can infiltrate the armory. If we have one. Which, we should." John seemed to be rambling a lot, not talking directly to the men, but still talking to them none-the-less. "I haven't figured out who exactly is on our side, but from the rumors, a lot want out of here. So if we can convince a handful of them to create a diversion, we could get weapons. And from there...life will be good." He took another drag and smiled a rather wicked smile. "After that, gentlemen, I'm going to need a bit of help. Have either of you ever built a bomb? No? Well, I have some supplies I'll need to build one. Actually, a few. More like twenty. Josh, I'll put you in charge of chemicals. Most of them are household cleaning supplies. Kendrick, you can get me a few things from the doctor's offices." He smiled lightly, looking at them once more. "Any questions, my friends?" [/style]

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[KENDRICK KEYS]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #1B3F8B; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #1B3F8B;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #1B3F8B; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #1B3F8B; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Kaburagi/a49.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #1B3F8B 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #1B3F8B; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Kat, Hiro. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #00A0FF; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 349 [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #00D0FF; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Sorry it took so long. x; [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     He had begun pondering some random thoughts. What if John was against him? It didn't really seem reasonable, because John wanted to leave this place. Ken was only trying to help, like the good little nurse he his. Sometimes he was just a straight up kiss ass. Most people thought he was the nicest person around, which is probably why he is here, in this Lavatory with John and Josh. A patient, a janitor and a nurse. Now that he thought about it more and more, it made sense. Who'd think that these three were in cahoots? I mean, seriously? "I don't see any problems in grabbing those supplies, John. It might be a few days before you get them, whatever they are, but I'll have them." He smiled, letting John know he was sincere, and that his word was true. He began rubbing his hands together. It was getting a bit cold in there, or it might have just been him. Whenever he was "in too deep" or just nervous about something, he would start to feel cold. Although, this hasn't happened since he was taken by the government, it was a feeling all too familiar to the nurse, and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, either. It meant that he was going to be more careful with whatever he was to accomplish, and in this case, it was acquiring supplies from the doctors' offices. "So, John. If I might ask, what exactly are these items you wish to receive from the doctors' offices?" He took a long look at John before switching sides of the room, now standing over the sink, looking into the mirror. The cold was getting to him. He switched on the hot water and ran his hands under the pouring water. He then proceeded to wipe his face with his warm hands, giving him a sense of feeling safe. This was the right thing to do. Now all he had to do was wait. For the right answer.[/style]

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[JOSHUA STEELE]

[style=border-top:5px solid #5165ae; margin-top: 0; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma;] When John asked if they had any notebooks, Josh immediately looked at the toilet paper. A rather witty reply found its way to Josh's throat but he held it back. If Keys was a kiss ass, then Josh was a smart ass. Still, Josh knew who should be the target of his attitude and John was not one of them. Still, Josh chuckled under his breath. Still, if he did say it, it would have been hilarious. His eyes narrowed when John mentioned the armory. While he knew he shouldn't be, he was surprised to see that John knew of its existence. The armory was a heavily guarded secret among the staff. That was one of the few places that Josh did not have the key to. After all, only the higher ups were allowed in there. Yet, anyone that knew Josh well knew that things like that did not discourage him. In fact, it only made him fired up to take on the challenge. The doctors and scientists were not the cleanest of people. They probably wouldn't even notice if something went missing. In fact, he had a certain doctor in mind. "Bomb, eh?" Josh echoed as a lazy smirk found its way to his mouth. John really wanted to go out with a bang, didn't he? A while back, Josh researched how to build a bomb with regular items. He was a rascal kid, after all. They all looked up crazy things like that. He just never would have thought that a childhood dream like that would soon come true. He nodded. "Cleaning supplies? Do you want it now or when Keys gives his?" If anything, the CDC had an overabundance of cleaning supplies. In the back of his mind, Josh knew that it was a sadistic plan to keep Josh cleaning all the time. After Keys posed his question, Josh voiced his. "About gathering support, how do you suppose we do that without that... weird scientist figuring out?" With Josh roaming around the CDC at odd times, he was able to gather enough information to confirm the rumor John heard and if possible, Josh could do a lot more. [/style] [STYLE=font:10px arial; font-weight: bold;]tags: open words: 362 notes: No problemo~ credit: template made by razzle of btn[/style]

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