Post by Delilah A. Black on May 16, 2009 21:55:10 GMT -5
OOC:****!ATTENTION!****
BEFORE READING THIS LET ME CLEAR A FEW THINGS UP FOR YOU. NONE OF WHAT YOU READ HERE IS TO BE ROLEPLAYED UNTIL THE INFORMATION IS FORMALLY GIVEN OUT AND WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE OTHERWISE TO DISCOVER ON ONES OWN. THIS IS PRIVATE INFORMATION THAT ONLY MYSELF AND MIKEY ARE AWARE OF IN CHARACTER AT THIS TIME!!! IF EITHER OF US CHOOSE TO SHARE THIS INFORMATION IC-WISE THEN IT MAY BE ROLEPLAYED, BUT OTHERWISE, YOU MUST NOT ALLUDE TO ANYTHING YOU SEE HERE. YOU MAY NOT COME LOOKING FOR DELILAH ON ANY OF THE PRESENTED INFORMATION OF UNFETTERED, UNLESS YOU ARE FORMALLY (BY ANOTHER CHARACTER) INFORMED THAT DELILAH IS STILL IN CONTACT WITH HIM. HUNTING ANY INFORMATION OR LINKS YOU SEE HERE IC-WISE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR RELEASE OF INFORMATION IS HIGHLY UNRECCOMENDED. ENOUGH SAID.-[/ooc]
BEFORE READING THIS LET ME CLEAR A FEW THINGS UP FOR YOU. NONE OF WHAT YOU READ HERE IS TO BE ROLEPLAYED UNTIL THE INFORMATION IS FORMALLY GIVEN OUT AND WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE OTHERWISE TO DISCOVER ON ONES OWN. THIS IS PRIVATE INFORMATION THAT ONLY MYSELF AND MIKEY ARE AWARE OF IN CHARACTER AT THIS TIME!!! IF EITHER OF US CHOOSE TO SHARE THIS INFORMATION IC-WISE THEN IT MAY BE ROLEPLAYED, BUT OTHERWISE, YOU MUST NOT ALLUDE TO ANYTHING YOU SEE HERE. YOU MAY NOT COME LOOKING FOR DELILAH ON ANY OF THE PRESENTED INFORMATION OF UNFETTERED, UNLESS YOU ARE FORMALLY (BY ANOTHER CHARACTER) INFORMED THAT DELILAH IS STILL IN CONTACT WITH HIM. HUNTING ANY INFORMATION OR LINKS YOU SEE HERE IC-WISE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR RELEASE OF INFORMATION IS HIGHLY UNRECCOMENDED. ENOUGH SAID.-[/ooc]
Phone report 1:
Delilah sat at her desk, removing her garb aand shuffling the papers on her desk. She checked the right drawer of her desk, to ensure the packets of meth were still there, where she had dropped them earlier, but continued rooting through the drawer anyway. She wasn't interested in the drugs, not even remotely. That was for later and not for her. Grinning upon finding it, she pulled a dusty tape recorder out of the drawer and shut it, locking it with a snap before reaching under her desk to the mini fridge. Puling out a frosty glass filled with ice, Delilah grabbed the bottle of bourbon off the top of the desk and poured herself a glass. She sighed and rotated her right shoulder in it's socket slowly, massasging the still healing gun-shot wound from earlier that week. She took a thoughtful sip of her bourbon and pressed play on the tape recorder.
"My name is Delilah Black. To the person who finds this, you're lucky I'm dead. Because that's what I'll have to be before you get a hold of this. I'm keeping this as information for myself as reference guides to destroy later if I need to. I'm not even sure why I'm keeping these recorded conversations. Maybe because they are truth, and in times of uncertainity, the truth can be the only saving grace. At least, this is my truth. That said, everything you will hear in this and the following recordings is extremely volatile. At this point, if you choose to sell the information or use it for other extortionist purposes, I suggest you stop listening and try your damndest to remain neutral.
"These conversations, unless I say otherwise before the actual recording begins, are between myself and Jonathan Winters, also known as "Unfettered", the leader of Militia. If you are a part of Militia and are hearing this, I'm sure you're feelings are mixed. Good. They should be. I can only imagine your inner turmoil after hearing these conversations. If you are one of Militia's enemys, perhaps you deserve to hear this truth of information and perhaps should listen on...unless you're too scared, which you should be. If you have just stumbled upon this randomly, make no mistake; it was left for you on purpose. Which means YOU have a purpose. Follow the instructions on the underside of the tape recorder and stop listening now. This is your only warning.
"And so, we begin."
Delilah hit pause for a moment as she unhooked her phone from the cradle and began dialing. She put it on speakerphone and hit play again.
*ring, ring, ring*
"C'mon, pick up..."
"..."
"...Hallo?"
"Winters?" She paused, biting her lower lip hesitantly at the sound of her boss' voice. "It's Delilah..."
"...Ja? Oh, ja, gut. Gut to hear fom you, Del."
God was she glad to hear that. She took another sip of bourbon to calm the butterflies in her stomach and licked her lips.
"...I trust you've successfully planted yourself in Public High School #42?"
"Affrimative. There are so many of former 259-ers there that it's almost crazy. Even Mr. Winklewood is here..." She shuddered at the memory, but found herself smiling nonetheless. Her next thought sobered her a little, though, "I learned that Rem has abandoned militia and Emily and Gabriel are running operations here."
The silence on the other end of the phone was almost unbearable, and Delilah even felt a pang of guilt upon telling him. It was likely her fault that Rem had left...he was always sensitive to loss. And he had lost it when she told him she couldn't marry him.
"...I see." The guilt gnawed at her and she took a bigger swig of her drink. "Chocorem has left us? Better yet, they established Militia over zer?"
"..."
Unfettered mumbled into the phone, but before Delilah could ask what he said, the leader of Militia was already continuing.
"Delilah. Can you give me a brief estimate of how many 259ers? ...And how Public High School 42's "Militia" is... turning out?"
"It's hard to say just how many are here, there are still a few who haven't applied to the school as of yet...but.." Delilah paused breifly to estimate and sipped her drink, rotating her shoulder slowly. Steepling her fingers under her chin, she continued, "Give or take one-fifty to two hundred of us are registered. As for the established Militia, it seems to be as being a little more underground than I expected. Em and Gabe seem to be more focused on recruiting than getting a constructive order set up.
"For example, she's got Trizen Takano fighting a Hikari Ryuu -a man who's got some kenjutsu skill- fighting eachother for what appears to be Emily's affections. Other than that..." This pause was more hesitant than calculated. "...Militia's reputation has either been greatly exaggerated by 259-ers or we're being set up."
"Being set up? How do you mean?"
She winced at his tone a little, and debated whether or not she should lie, then thought the better of it. This man knew more about her than anyone right now, mostly because they thought relatively the same way. She owed him her honesty...afterall, it had gotten her this far. "..I was training in the park the other day and was shot in the shoulder by a gang for supposedly taking a few stashes of Crystal Methanphetamine. While they were searching me , they came across my Militia tattoo and one of them knew who we were, based on our time in the Correctional Facility noless. They were going to use me as a pass into drug territory, as Militia, and I quote 'has them guys lots of money'." Delilah was hesitantly silent here as she fought to admit her wrong doing. "...And yes, I did take a few packets, they were hidden in my hair so they didn't find them when they searched me. I figured we could use the evidence as extortionism later. I thought it might be coke or heroin, which would have more street value and might ally us with a few current gangs already set up here. But because it's meth and easy to produce, the only people who'd be after me are addicts. They didn't know I had it on me."
"Hm. I trust you got out of that unsightly situation?"
An easy smile came to her lips at the tone in his voice. Confident. Amused. Well, she was talking to him wasn't she? She definitely wouldn't admit a failure unless heavily provoked. Or incited. She suppressed that memory.
"Easily. I bit the guy when he touched me, and he ended up accidentally shooting one of his buddies in the back. I had to run top speed for a half hour until I lost them, though. And the wound is...healing at least. Thanks to my cauterization attempt with a lighter. In any case, I'm safe and my infiltration is going unnoticed. I'm sure Em and Gabe don't even understand that I'm spying on them as much as I am for them." a sigh and shuffling noise would interrupt the conversation here as Delilah rubbed her shoulder. She hated being in the middle like this, but orders were orders. Her tattoo reminded her of that. "--But they want information about you and your modus operandi. What should I tell them and how much of it is the truth?"
"Mm. Let zem know I am fighting off und trying to lose ze police. I am currently not in a situation to let you know where I am, lest our line is being tapped. Zat much iz at least true.---You've nuzzing to fear. I'm ze one engaging zem. But nevermind zat. Zis 'addict' zing iz bothering me. And, vith Emily... ha... If you see her, let her know I'm happy to see she's so popular. Sincerely."
"..." A breif pause. Delilah tensed a little (there was some strong feelings of jealously that caused a bitter taste in the back of her throat) until he resumed speaking.
"...Zis is all very strange, but I suspect the answers will come. In time.---I'm getting sidetracked. What word of ze so-called 'Dragons' or of ze current pillar system established over zer?"
"As far as I know, theres a bit of a 'containment' kind of attitude against transfers. As far as the Dragons go, Mathew Amtrum has left them indefintely, but I don't have much of a profile on the pillars yet. I've only just got into the school myself...they 'lost' my papers in the ah..." She coughed nervbously as she suppressed a memory."Earthquake...so I have to start over. I will supply you with more information in the following weeks, especially concerning recruits. Is there anything else I should tell them or do in the meantime? Additions to my assignment, oooor...?"
"Ze rules have changed, und something seemz off. If need be, become a sleeper cell und just become an official part of zis 'Militia' for ze time being. Do not call if you zink you are being followed... I vill understand. Do not give out my number as of just yet, its still risky on my end.---Mm. Zer is one zing."
Delilah's heart skipped a beat.
"Five dayz from now, go to ze San Francisco bay. Zer vill be a boat of 259ers--I hope. Unlezz ze Coast Guard has caught up to zem. Ze ETA is at 2 in ze morning. Wait only half an hour. If zey come, I vill need you to help get zem situated, but do not have zem register with Public High School #42. If zey do not... Head home und report to me ven you can."
She shivered a little in anticipation. What was going on? She definietly wanted to ask, but knew a lot better than that. It wasn't her place to ask dangerous questions.
Pfft. As if that satisfied her insatiable curiousity.She sighed and relented.
"Will do. I have a beach home here big enough for a small army, not to mention my place in another part of town. So...I'm pretty sure I don't have anything left to report...but, uh..." she cleared her throat. "be careful. Uh, with the cops and whatnot, okay?"
"Hmph. Hehe. Don't vorry."
And for a wonder, she didn't.
"...Ze Hakfu Gang-Clan haz taken us in. Ve'll be safe for a while, yet. Long story for anuzzer time. Zat's all on my end, but I've had to run around in circles und something unexpected has come to my attention zat throws everything off..."
"Mr. Asiv is alive."
Her heart skipped another beat and she very nearly dropped her drink as the shock set in. A thousand questions sprung to her lips--
"I'll explain later, next time ve talk."
She sighed and relented again, righting herself.
"...agreed. If you find yourself in San fransisco, don't hesitate to call."
"Ja. Take care, mein gut fraulen."
*Click*
"...You too, Winters."
She shut off the tape recorder.
END OF TAPE 1.
Delilah sat at her desk, removing her garb aand shuffling the papers on her desk. She checked the right drawer of her desk, to ensure the packets of meth were still there, where she had dropped them earlier, but continued rooting through the drawer anyway. She wasn't interested in the drugs, not even remotely. That was for later and not for her. Grinning upon finding it, she pulled a dusty tape recorder out of the drawer and shut it, locking it with a snap before reaching under her desk to the mini fridge. Puling out a frosty glass filled with ice, Delilah grabbed the bottle of bourbon off the top of the desk and poured herself a glass. She sighed and rotated her right shoulder in it's socket slowly, massasging the still healing gun-shot wound from earlier that week. She took a thoughtful sip of her bourbon and pressed play on the tape recorder.
"My name is Delilah Black. To the person who finds this, you're lucky I'm dead. Because that's what I'll have to be before you get a hold of this. I'm keeping this as information for myself as reference guides to destroy later if I need to. I'm not even sure why I'm keeping these recorded conversations. Maybe because they are truth, and in times of uncertainity, the truth can be the only saving grace. At least, this is my truth. That said, everything you will hear in this and the following recordings is extremely volatile. At this point, if you choose to sell the information or use it for other extortionist purposes, I suggest you stop listening and try your damndest to remain neutral.
"These conversations, unless I say otherwise before the actual recording begins, are between myself and Jonathan Winters, also known as "Unfettered", the leader of Militia. If you are a part of Militia and are hearing this, I'm sure you're feelings are mixed. Good. They should be. I can only imagine your inner turmoil after hearing these conversations. If you are one of Militia's enemys, perhaps you deserve to hear this truth of information and perhaps should listen on...unless you're too scared, which you should be. If you have just stumbled upon this randomly, make no mistake; it was left for you on purpose. Which means YOU have a purpose. Follow the instructions on the underside of the tape recorder and stop listening now. This is your only warning.
"And so, we begin."
Delilah hit pause for a moment as she unhooked her phone from the cradle and began dialing. She put it on speakerphone and hit play again.
*ring, ring, ring*
"C'mon, pick up..."
"..."
"...Hallo?"
"Winters?" She paused, biting her lower lip hesitantly at the sound of her boss' voice. "It's Delilah..."
"...Ja? Oh, ja, gut. Gut to hear fom you, Del."
God was she glad to hear that. She took another sip of bourbon to calm the butterflies in her stomach and licked her lips.
"...I trust you've successfully planted yourself in Public High School #42?"
"Affrimative. There are so many of former 259-ers there that it's almost crazy. Even Mr. Winklewood is here..." She shuddered at the memory, but found herself smiling nonetheless. Her next thought sobered her a little, though, "I learned that Rem has abandoned militia and Emily and Gabriel are running operations here."
The silence on the other end of the phone was almost unbearable, and Delilah even felt a pang of guilt upon telling him. It was likely her fault that Rem had left...he was always sensitive to loss. And he had lost it when she told him she couldn't marry him.
"...I see." The guilt gnawed at her and she took a bigger swig of her drink. "Chocorem has left us? Better yet, they established Militia over zer?"
"..."
Unfettered mumbled into the phone, but before Delilah could ask what he said, the leader of Militia was already continuing.
"Delilah. Can you give me a brief estimate of how many 259ers? ...And how Public High School 42's "Militia" is... turning out?"
"It's hard to say just how many are here, there are still a few who haven't applied to the school as of yet...but.." Delilah paused breifly to estimate and sipped her drink, rotating her shoulder slowly. Steepling her fingers under her chin, she continued, "Give or take one-fifty to two hundred of us are registered. As for the established Militia, it seems to be as being a little more underground than I expected. Em and Gabe seem to be more focused on recruiting than getting a constructive order set up.
"For example, she's got Trizen Takano fighting a Hikari Ryuu -a man who's got some kenjutsu skill- fighting eachother for what appears to be Emily's affections. Other than that..." This pause was more hesitant than calculated. "...Militia's reputation has either been greatly exaggerated by 259-ers or we're being set up."
"Being set up? How do you mean?"
She winced at his tone a little, and debated whether or not she should lie, then thought the better of it. This man knew more about her than anyone right now, mostly because they thought relatively the same way. She owed him her honesty...afterall, it had gotten her this far. "..I was training in the park the other day and was shot in the shoulder by a gang for supposedly taking a few stashes of Crystal Methanphetamine. While they were searching me , they came across my Militia tattoo and one of them knew who we were, based on our time in the Correctional Facility noless. They were going to use me as a pass into drug territory, as Militia, and I quote 'has them guys lots of money'." Delilah was hesitantly silent here as she fought to admit her wrong doing. "...And yes, I did take a few packets, they were hidden in my hair so they didn't find them when they searched me. I figured we could use the evidence as extortionism later. I thought it might be coke or heroin, which would have more street value and might ally us with a few current gangs already set up here. But because it's meth and easy to produce, the only people who'd be after me are addicts. They didn't know I had it on me."
"Hm. I trust you got out of that unsightly situation?"
An easy smile came to her lips at the tone in his voice. Confident. Amused. Well, she was talking to him wasn't she? She definitely wouldn't admit a failure unless heavily provoked. Or incited. She suppressed that memory.
"Easily. I bit the guy when he touched me, and he ended up accidentally shooting one of his buddies in the back. I had to run top speed for a half hour until I lost them, though. And the wound is...healing at least. Thanks to my cauterization attempt with a lighter. In any case, I'm safe and my infiltration is going unnoticed. I'm sure Em and Gabe don't even understand that I'm spying on them as much as I am for them." a sigh and shuffling noise would interrupt the conversation here as Delilah rubbed her shoulder. She hated being in the middle like this, but orders were orders. Her tattoo reminded her of that. "--But they want information about you and your modus operandi. What should I tell them and how much of it is the truth?"
"Mm. Let zem know I am fighting off und trying to lose ze police. I am currently not in a situation to let you know where I am, lest our line is being tapped. Zat much iz at least true.---You've nuzzing to fear. I'm ze one engaging zem. But nevermind zat. Zis 'addict' zing iz bothering me. And, vith Emily... ha... If you see her, let her know I'm happy to see she's so popular. Sincerely."
"..." A breif pause. Delilah tensed a little (there was some strong feelings of jealously that caused a bitter taste in the back of her throat) until he resumed speaking.
"...Zis is all very strange, but I suspect the answers will come. In time.---I'm getting sidetracked. What word of ze so-called 'Dragons' or of ze current pillar system established over zer?"
"As far as I know, theres a bit of a 'containment' kind of attitude against transfers. As far as the Dragons go, Mathew Amtrum has left them indefintely, but I don't have much of a profile on the pillars yet. I've only just got into the school myself...they 'lost' my papers in the ah..." She coughed nervbously as she suppressed a memory."Earthquake...so I have to start over. I will supply you with more information in the following weeks, especially concerning recruits. Is there anything else I should tell them or do in the meantime? Additions to my assignment, oooor...?"
"Ze rules have changed, und something seemz off. If need be, become a sleeper cell und just become an official part of zis 'Militia' for ze time being. Do not call if you zink you are being followed... I vill understand. Do not give out my number as of just yet, its still risky on my end.---Mm. Zer is one zing."
Delilah's heart skipped a beat.
"Five dayz from now, go to ze San Francisco bay. Zer vill be a boat of 259ers--I hope. Unlezz ze Coast Guard has caught up to zem. Ze ETA is at 2 in ze morning. Wait only half an hour. If zey come, I vill need you to help get zem situated, but do not have zem register with Public High School #42. If zey do not... Head home und report to me ven you can."
She shivered a little in anticipation. What was going on? She definietly wanted to ask, but knew a lot better than that. It wasn't her place to ask dangerous questions.
Pfft. As if that satisfied her insatiable curiousity.She sighed and relented.
"Will do. I have a beach home here big enough for a small army, not to mention my place in another part of town. So...I'm pretty sure I don't have anything left to report...but, uh..." she cleared her throat. "be careful. Uh, with the cops and whatnot, okay?"
"Hmph. Hehe. Don't vorry."
And for a wonder, she didn't.
"...Ze Hakfu Gang-Clan haz taken us in. Ve'll be safe for a while, yet. Long story for anuzzer time. Zat's all on my end, but I've had to run around in circles und something unexpected has come to my attention zat throws everything off..."
"Mr. Asiv is alive."
Her heart skipped another beat and she very nearly dropped her drink as the shock set in. A thousand questions sprung to her lips--
"I'll explain later, next time ve talk."
She sighed and relented again, righting herself.
"...agreed. If you find yourself in San fransisco, don't hesitate to call."
"Ja. Take care, mein gut fraulen."
*Click*
"...You too, Winters."
She shut off the tape recorder.
END OF TAPE 1.
