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Bonk- "Hey migit" Uncle Otem says calling bonk over to the counter. "Dis is for you" Otem hands Bonk the phone.
"Ello?" Bonk speaks to the mic. "Hey there good buddy, Carl here and have i got a job for you!" "It come with mustard? Frank is feeling hungry today." Bonk replied. "Sure... anyhting you want Bonk just meet me at Harpy's at 7:30 k?"
"And ketchup?" Was Bonks reply. "ill take that as a yes.. see you then Bonk." And the line goes dead. "Hey uncle meez going to da other place now, bye bye." Bonk leaves the bar with back pack full of molding hot dogs clung tight to his back.

D-Trip- "HEY HONEY!" D-Trips mother shouted to him as he tryed to sneak his way out the side door. "You come ere lok at this right now. You see here, " She holds out a wrinkled news paper 2 days old with a title RACING win BIG! printed in bold letters. " you ought to go and get urself involvewd in this here thing make u famous and i could be proud of you for once."
"yes mama ill do that right away" D-Trip replys as he works his way out the door with his head hung low and sighs. "Some day mama you wil;l be proud of me"he wispers under his breathe. With that he walks Around the corner whre a few of his buddys are waiting for him. As he approuches his phone rings.
"Hello?"
"I got a hot scoop for you,"A deep resounding voice slightly muffled announces. "meet a Mr. Warfield at Harpys at 7:30 tonight and dont be late this ones for real just figured you could use the extra cash since showing to this meeting gets you 5k up front just for coming. Peace."

Chauncy- The smell of burnt rubber is in the air, you cna feel the wind changing as the sound of sirens screech from a now to far away distance. Suddenly two cars come flying around a corner near you, one a Van and one a sports car. As the turn continues the driver of the sports car looses control of the wheel and spins out flying side long into a building with such force you cna feel your feet tremble. The Van steams on unneffected by the demise of its opponent, and just then 4 Knights Errant Cars come racing around the corner a bit more carefull and slower then the 2 racers and the Van easily makes a get away.

*Later that night* Chauncy blinks at his friend Harald stairing into what seams like an endless space that we call reality, but to him it all just a dream really a world he never seems tog et to wake from. "Damn Chaunce that was some HELLA driving you did tonight you didnt even flinch when that car went intot he building... to bad the idiot recked it. Remind me to never have us run for pink slips again aye? You alright man you aiunt said a thing all night?"

Chauncy just blinked and walked away thinking to himself how crude humans could be and how he would much rather be with his robots.. his true friends.

Chauncy arrvied home to a blackness he hasnt known in his home before the lights wouldnt turn on and a odd presence reverbirated from the place. "Tonight 7:30, Warfield, Harpy. He heard and yet didnt hear as the sound vibrated through his skull...

Pappa Deaux- The sweet chill of the drink as it sinks down your throat begins to burn slightly. Across the table is the last man standing other then you in the hard card game of poker. This ones for chump change you think to yourself seeing the 5k :nuyen: in chips laying across the table. But you gotta start somewhre right? This fool your against has it all wrong and every time you give him your icy glare he seems to freak out and almost show you he hasnt got a strong hand but at the same time hes a stubborn one and has bet what might be his life savings. Never stopped you before and it sure aint gonan now. You lay down, 4 aces and a king. "heh" you tease with a slight grin, as the man goes pale and practicly faints. Gathering your chips you cash in at the counter and a man bumps hard into your side you turn to "show him a lesson" and a black mist forms where he should have been, a note with your name on it falling to the ground. Slowly you reach down and pick it up, sliding a weary fingure through it you open it with a slight rip. inside is a hologram card that says Harpy's Downtown Mr. Warfield. 7:30.

Tray- Years of hard work under the corp banner has got you wondering what exactly you are going to do next. a few odd conjuring jobs have poped upa nd kept the goverment and local police off your ass but you know either somehting is going to happen or your all done. Your good friend Vinny thats been housing you "for a small fee" comes to you late one night after you have drowned yourself into a 5th of Jack.
"Look kid," Thats od hes never called you kid before. " its time we got somethign strait aye? You know as well as i do something out there is seriously wrong with this world and its time something has done with it. You cna make a difference." At this point you realive its not Vinny at all its a a a GHOST dear lor dits your FATHER. the man died years ago why would he come to you now. " Kid do me a favor aye? a very old friend of mine that owes me a thing or 2 from the real world has a job and hes looking for a few rookies to the shadow biz, you didnt know it but i as a runner, heh your mom hated me for it but hey u cant change a mans stripes aye? Got me killed but was fun while it lasted. Go to Harpys at 7:30 or die here loney and with your secrets yet to uncover the choice is yours... warfield, he will take care of ya" With a grin hes gone and you pass out.

Mr. White- Upon one of your late night outs with the boyz you have made your way into a closed facility lightly guarded by rent-a-cops. This si the longest shadow run team you ahve ever had, all 3 weeks of it. Some how you always manage to live through the explosions or the mini guns but everyoen else ends up as scrag. You have thus since decided to just attribute it to your totem loving you and moved on. Over time you have made a name for yourself as a Wizzy SR looking for a few odd jobs to pay the bills. A few minor thigns have come up and were well enough but nothing major and exciting has tickled your fancy. Maybe thats why they always get blown up or trashed... you like such hardcore jobs... but a Flash from the side makes you jump a large explosion leaves you singed and bleeding and with a groan you rise and take off down teh street leaving a trail of debris behind you. Damn team got themselves killed again *sigh* time to look for a new job. As you turn into an alley a flying drone flips past your head droping a small micro chip on the ground. You pick it up and stuff it into your personal comp. Bright flashing letters scan across the screen screaming Harpys 730 meet with Mr Warfield! you take the chip out and break it in half while thinking hmm been a while since i got a random message they must finnaly have seen the beauty of my work.

Os- The night lagged on as you wiggled your way throught he ventalation system of the library. Damn real professionslas didnt ahve to do this crap. They Always trow me the har mission. All greased up you feel like a ball of jelly as you cut out a piece of the vent just big enough for you to fit in. below you ranges all sorts of artifacts and you lower yourself down to where a special one surrounded by glowing red beams of the alarm system wait hoping you will set them off and give thier life a voice. But you the professional easily bypass these beams and work your way to the case. Just then you pager goes off and the vibration ever so slightly moves the crease of your shirt which because it was greased now tears slightly lowering you faster then you ment and you end up flying through a beam of red energy... and thus comes hte alarm. "Aww fuck" you stae as you release your harness and jump tot eh floor taking out your maglight and looking at the case, glass. you go for your toolkit and then think about it. With that you smash open the case taking the valuble form within and race out the front door as the sirens from the local pigs scream throguht eh night. Free you pull out your damned pager and go to throw it but somethign holds you back and you rbing it down in front of you look at the letters as they cross the screen. "Harpys, 7:30 , Mr. Warfield."

Ghost- True to your name you slide out of the shadows of the Barrens behind a small hut and pull out you choke wire. The unsuspecting Ork Gang leader on the bike hasnt got a prayer. Quickly you pull the wire over his neck and he trys to scream but all that comes out is a gurgle. You watch as the life from his eyes fades and he goes limp in your arms. Another job done. but now was the time to make fast tracks and ge the hell out not wait for the possey to come back from thier trashing of the local store to see thier leader slain and going for revenge. Later that night you enter a small nightclub ready to relax and a man with green hair and a lip ring smiles at you as you walk in. Through the night you see him here and there and you get the feeling to persue him. Adrenaline jumps with the case and you follow him up the stairs to where the private rooms are. inside you find him standing the the hallway with a knife in hand and a hard look on his face he lunges for you and cat like reflexes save your life. Jumping to the side you take a jab at his throat but this is not your real attack that comes from a backwards kick to the knee shattering the bone and the man goes down. scraping the fallen knife fromt he floor you lunge for him and bury it deep into his heart but as you do he turns to mist an the knife his wood slicking in several inches. "what the hell" you state. and a voice resounds, "that will do, meet Mr. Warfield at 7:30 tongiht at Harpys." Witht hat the mist fades and you are left sweating in wonder of what just happneed.

*NOTE* if you were not posted ehre its cause i didnt see enough info on your character to do so. Also if i did your character injustice plz return unused portion for a full refund and contact me with a way you would like to been seen and ill be happy to ablige. I will be posting more here shortly but i cna only type so much without my ass falling off =)

For the moment this is all im gonna let you all post stating a little about your char if u like or what you do then i post another long one on the meet with Mr. Warfield. Probably late tonight...