Cryo
The True Ice-Man
- Joined
- Aug 4, 2000
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OOC; angelus, are you going to do anything with Bal anymore?
IC; Bal was walking down a street in the major city of denroit. He was with a group of buddies from the flight academy. On every street corner, instead of crossing lights, were signs that lit up, indicating they could pass. They were warnings about what has happened at that corner in the past, to encouredge the citicens to not fight, maim or kill. 1 dentist and 23 patients; a boy and his sister; Balthorica Giovani; Recon ops #3356C-2 were among the signs seen. After about 5 blocks, someone came out of a side street and sprayed knockout gass at Bal and his biddies. Bal held his breath while his biddies fell unconcious. The guy took their wallets and fled. Bal took persuit. Some cops and narcs joined the persuit from out of nowhere. The guy took town a side street, after having his shirt torn off by a raven. Bal went another direction, instead of following. The guy reached the end of the street and let off some more gas, nocking out his persuers. Bal appeared around the corner and pushed the guy down. On the guy's chest was a tatoo constantly changing. It was a swuare, the top-left corner was the number 126 (average) that kept shifting by one or two in both directions. His heart rate. THe nect number was his blood pressure, and other numbers in the square grid were other vital statistics. The last number in the grid was 44Alpha-4. The pass-code to my ship, thought bal unconcienciously. Before anything else could be done however, a black vortex opened up and swallowed the entire vision.
IC; Bal was walking down a street in the major city of denroit. He was with a group of buddies from the flight academy. On every street corner, instead of crossing lights, were signs that lit up, indicating they could pass. They were warnings about what has happened at that corner in the past, to encouredge the citicens to not fight, maim or kill. 1 dentist and 23 patients; a boy and his sister; Balthorica Giovani; Recon ops #3356C-2 were among the signs seen. After about 5 blocks, someone came out of a side street and sprayed knockout gass at Bal and his biddies. Bal held his breath while his biddies fell unconcious. The guy took their wallets and fled. Bal took persuit. Some cops and narcs joined the persuit from out of nowhere. The guy took town a side street, after having his shirt torn off by a raven. Bal went another direction, instead of following. The guy reached the end of the street and let off some more gas, nocking out his persuers. Bal appeared around the corner and pushed the guy down. On the guy's chest was a tatoo constantly changing. It was a swuare, the top-left corner was the number 126 (average) that kept shifting by one or two in both directions. His heart rate. THe nect number was his blood pressure, and other numbers in the square grid were other vital statistics. The last number in the grid was 44Alpha-4. The pass-code to my ship, thought bal unconcienciously. Before anything else could be done however, a black vortex opened up and swallowed the entire vision.
