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Post by Darth Hades on Jun 14, 2009 13:32:10 GMT -5
Danny went and helped Isaac getting off the nuclear reactor off his back.
"You know how much a heavy sleeper i am."
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Post by Darth Hades on Jun 15, 2009 13:28:58 GMT -5
After helping Isaac he got in the car. Jarred began to drive to HQ.
"Hey Jarred mind slowing down, i don't think we're gonna that late for the roadshow."
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Post by MikDaTv on Jun 23, 2009 4:28:12 GMT -5
"Hey, i wake up at 7 every morning. When you can do the same i might let you drive... I might even let you watch what you want on the TV." Jarred said.
The car pulled into the HQ. What used to be an abandoned police station on Detroit's northeast side. The car shut off and he pulled the key from it's hole. "Sarah, the warehouse job is a done deal" He shouted as he climbed out. "Tell the city we'll take direct deposit. After the fiasco with the last check they gave us i don't trust their books."
Jarred slammed his car door shut and started shedding his equipment near his locker.
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Post by Moonfire on Jun 25, 2009 20:01:45 GMT -5
Profile
Name: Claire Rea
Hero or villain: Ghostbuster
Location: Detroit
Personality: Claire is over all rather uptight. A constant worrier and always trying to keep good on her word when she promises to take down a spook or specter. She tries to keep a calm demeanor while on the job, though when ruffled she can become extremely violent and talks like a sailor.
Appearance: Long unruly auburn hair is normally pulled back into a long braid down her back. Her skin is supremely pale, and dotted with millions of tiny orange freckles. Claire's face though usually in a tight frown or cool calm is accentated by high cheek bones leading to a pair of hazel-green eyes. While on the job she wears the same jumpsuit as held to her job, though off work she can be always found in modest blouse and jeans. When speaking shes graced with a southern drawl granted to her from her early life in Tennessee before moving to Michigan.
Bio: Claire grew up in the Appalachian area of Tennessee, living in a farm house that dated from before the Civil War, and was filled with your average unruly spirits. Though rather than fearing the paranormal activity of her home she grew interested and studied them as much as possible despite, and even attempting to befriend them. After graduating highschool she was accepted to a college up North in Michigan and started a degree in Paranormal studies. After receiving her doctorate and helping in several exorcisms a friend jokingly told her she ought to join the Ghostbusters. Claire, true to form took her friend literally and immediately applied for the Detroit division of the Ghostbusters.
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Post by Moonfire on Jun 25, 2009 20:08:38 GMT -5
"How come no one called me for the assignment?" The gingery woman said, tapping her foot in irratation. Claire's lips set in a frown, watching as the boys entered the station. She was on edge, sleep had painfully eluded her the night before, again.
"I mean honestly, what was the point of hiring me if you guys continue to forget the fact that I'm on team too?" she said with a long sigh, flicking a stray hair out of her face before turning back around. "Whatever. It's unimportant. What happened anyway? Just a routine bust?" she asked sitting down in the couch inside the living room type area of HQ.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jun 25, 2009 21:22:49 GMT -5
"Just a class five Beautiful. Did you not get your full cup of coffee this morning?" Jarrod said carrying the trap out of the back of the ectomobile. "If you want i'll let you flush the thing." He said offering her the ectoplasm covered, smoking trap with a raised eyebrow.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jun 25, 2009 21:57:10 GMT -5
Issac had followed Ecto 2 back through Detroit. The place was a mess, construction work was going on everywhere. He pulled into the station behind Jarred and into a parking spot two nearby. He hopped out of the car out of the Stingray."I was at my place and I got the call. Maybe you should charge your cell phone a little more often." Issac walked over to his locker and opened the door. The locker was perfectly organize, and he placed is PKE meter into the empty spot on the top shelf. He then walked by Jarred and Claire ."I am going to get a cup of tea myself." Issac headed for the ketchin.
Meanwhile at a construction site downtown, a man was operating a jackhammer. He was cutting through the foundation of an old theater which was being replaced by the Aesir Building. As he was cutting the jack hammer hit something which it would not break through. He moved along, cutting around the object until enough of the concrete was broken apart that he could get at it. The construction worker turned to his boss. "Hay Lou. Come check this out." The construction work pulled out a stone box about the size of printer. "What do you think this is?" The box was covered with strange symbols. Lou just shrugged and told the construction worker to get back to cutting. The construction worker placed the box next to him as he picked up his jackhammer and continued to cut through foundation.
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Post by Moonfire on Jun 26, 2009 0:40:50 GMT -5
Claire rolled her eyes. "No, Im good. You can handle flushing it, Jarred. Always hate that part." she said with a light slur. No matter how hard she tried to she couldn't cover the Tennessee accent she grew up with. "Plus, my cell phone was completely charged. Darn thing must be acting up again." Claire said pulling out the tiny green phone and banging it against her palm. An old habit. When in doubt, hit it.
"Well, if I'm lucky we'll get another job soon." she said, eager to get to work, as always.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jun 26, 2009 1:59:03 GMT -5
Jarrod shrugged and walked towards the basement entryway. "Ok. If yall need me, i'll be in the basement putting this little goober in his new home."
Jarrod opened the door and walked down the narrow hallway stairs to the basement. The hum of the large red colored Containment Unit in the corner filled the room. He placed the trap in the holder and slid the thing up. once locked in place he initiated the energized "check valve" and pulled on the slot machine stile handle.
The flushing noise commenced and the large red LED over the containment unit came on. Satisfied, Jarrod shut the check valve off, removed the now empty trap, and put it on the rack next to the others in the basement that needed to be put back into their roller casing.
Jarrod shut the lights off in the basement and returned to the surface. He stretched a little and headed upstairs. Unlike the others who had their own place, Jarrod lived full time in the old police station. He went into his room and pulled off his now well used jumpsuit and lay down on his bed.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jun 29, 2009 11:15:45 GMT -5
Danny rushed off to his room up stairs while shouting to Jarred who was following up "See i'm not the only one yet i'm always the one in trouble!"
Danny didn't tell the other guys that he lost his place to live a couple of days ago so he lived in the HQ in his room, but somehow he knew Jarred knew but never came up to cheack up at him at night.
When Danny entered his room he raced to pick up his broken alarm clock on the floor which he knock down because it woke him up. "Better hide this before anyone fides out." he said to himself.
After putting the clock in his jumpsuit he shouted " I'll be back I uh gonna go buy some uh stuff! Be back soon!" then Danny turned to his door hoping no one will notice the clock in his jumpsuit.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jul 3, 2009 18:20:14 GMT -5
The Issac walked into the kitchen and placed the tea pot on the sove, turning it to max. He then reached up and pulled down his cup off the shelf and placed a tea bag in it. It was just the generic brand of black tea, but he did not care. As the water heated up, he grabbed a banana out of the bowl and walked down to his car.
Once he got down there he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a book titled Chaos Theory. It was a college text book which Issac was reading, even though he was not enrolled in any college classes. It was a strange habit he picked up while in the Navy. Most of the men on sub were young, using the Navy to pay for school. So while on a cruise, they would bring their next semester book to get a head start on studying. Well, Issac read fairly fast and did not have enough space for all the book he would need to feel up his time, so he would often have to borrow and read text books.
Once he got out of the Navy he had a large collection of books he read, but found that he could find text books at yard sales for next to nothing. While they were a little old, they still were decent reading. With his book in hand Issac walked back up the Kitchen and sat down at the table. He sat drinking his tea, eating his banana and reading his text book.
Meanwhile at the construction site the construction worker was getting more curious about the box he found. He wondered why it did not break when he was cutting through the concrete. Then the lunch whisle screamed and Lou walked over to him. “Jole. I got a friend at the university that maybe able to tell you about that box. Her name is Dr. Samantha White. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and take it over to her. I don’t want those archeological nuts to come shut down or site just because of some stone box.” Lou gave Jole Samatha’s number and direction to her office. Jole thanked him and picked up the box carrying it to his truck. He was hoping the box was valuable, but did had a feeling it was going to just be a worthless stone carving.
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