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Charlotte Nixon "Sammy, you loving rear end in a top hat," are the best parting words Charlotte can give her lost partner-in-crime. There's no time for grief and anguish yet; sirens, cop or otherwise, do not herald the coming of friends. But first thing's loving last: the money. Sammy was supposed to be collecting the cartel's weekly cash deliveries. Without much hesitation, Charlotte reaches past the gore-splattered driver's seat to pop the trunk open. Before she'd drive off in the opposite direction of the sirens, Charlotte's not leaving without at least seeing if the money is still in Sam's car.
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Charlotte Nixon Definitely not a cartel killing; those hungry fuckers don't leave money behind. Charlotte begins loading her passenger seat with the duffle bags of cash, two handfuls at a time. No sense in leaving all this hard-earned loot behind for Barney Fife and his Keystone Cops. Only when she's finished moving the cash does she get back into her driver's seat to put this bloody scene in her rear-view mirror.
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May 18, 2014 11:18
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Charlotte Nixon "Motherfuckers. Motherfuck," Charlotte curses unimaginatively as her rear view mirrors fill up with red strobe lights. She blinks, squints, rubs her eyes gently then vigorously, but try as she might, the abnormal cop cars don't disappear or become regularly, country bumpkin sheriff patrol cars. Charlotte can't remember when she last took her medication, definitely wasn't any time during her nonstop tour of twenty counties. No point worrying about that now. Those pills only work when taken on a regiment in conjunction with a balanced lifestyle and a stable sleep schedule. They don't help much when the user willfully drives herself forty-eight hours towards a psychotic break. Psychiatrics are an issue for later, it's time to ditch these mock cops. Charlotte taps on her rear-view mirror one last adios to Sam Tudeski before flooring the accelerator. The tires spin an angry tune before getting traction and taking off. The nice thing about interchanges, there's lots of directions to choose from. Charlotte pilots her car west onto the eastbound lanes of Highway Six, blowing past the angry red Wrong Way sign planted before the off-ramp. Normal cops have to break off pursuit if the chase endangers innocent motorists. What are the chances these tandem cops will follow procedure? Discipline 5, 5, 2. Adding one exhaustion dice 4
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May 20, 2014 14:46
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Charlotte Nixon It's been a while since anyone gave Charlotte a chase like that. Her heart is still rumbling louder than the fine-tuned motor under the hood. She drove off-road, swerved across lanes, barreled through private property and drat near killed herself and others trying to shake her pursuers. Now that it looks like she's lost them, Charlotte can slow down enough to realize she has no loving idea where she is. The street signs don't make any loving sense, and nothing is pointing her back towards Highway Six. The only landmark is the bright city on the horizon. Like a moth, she instinctively heads for the light. There's a few things Charlotte needs: a drink, directions, and a full tank of gas. Drive long enough on any American road and you'll find someone selling some of each. Charlotte wasn't picky about the order or the establishments, just about any business with its lights on will do. It'll be good to pull into a place that isn't lit up by red strobelights.
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May 25, 2014 08:00
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Charlotte Nixon 'DON'T GET OUT OF THE CAR.' Charlotte hears a memory instead of a voice, but it's something she's heard a lot. It's a drat good idea ninety-nine percent of the time, and she's already used up her one-percent today checking on Sammy and the money. Charlotte tries everything to squeeze her way through the crowds of people and cars. She revs her engines threateningly, honks her horns angrily, screams at walkers and drivers alike. Her tantrum isn't getting her or her car anywhere. "gently caress. gently caress!" she yells, slamming her hands on the wheel. The realization wears in; she's going to have to get out of her armor, her weapon. Charlotte aggressively parks her car, very nearly ramming into pedestrians and motorists in the process. Before she leaves her car, she grabs one duffle bag of money to sling over her shoulder. No way in hell is she going to walk away from all this with nothing.
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Jun 1, 2014 06:28
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Charlotte Nixon Many doctors have told Charlotte not to give into her delusions, not to pay any attention to hallucinations, and not to listen to any voices. Those all might be sound medical advice, but none of her doctors have ever stepped out of a car like it was a bubble of reality, an armored refuge in strange territory. There's no denying the tangibility, the undeniable realness of this weird world Charlotte has driven into. Neither could she ignore the very real sensation of its dangerousness. Charlotte brutishly shoves through the shuffling herd of braindead semi-people. It's unusual for her to draw such blank, lifeless responses from strangers. Must be why Devereaux's altercation catches Nixon's attention, especially the cop with the wind-up back. Some men in uniform can be bought, blackmailed, or just plain reasoned with. But one thing's already clear to Nixon: the Law in this toontown is not going to be a friend. And there's no goddamn reason to doubt that the enemy of her enemy can very much be her best friend right now. Presented before her is an opportunity to get the drop on a local policeman whose attention is diverted. Charlotte Nixon pushes past the goofy citizens to reach the wind-up cop. She lunges for the turning key to arrest its motion. "Whoa, whoa, easy, officerrr." Nixon turns the word into a slur by her mere pronunciation. "How about my partner and I get our answers first, huh? Our interrogation room is closer than wherever the gently caress District Thirteen is." Charlotte is trying to take the wind-up cop hostage and shove him into the theater. Discipline; Exhaustion: 3d6 3 1 5 1d6 1 (1 Exhaustion)
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Jun 8, 2014 10:05
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Charlotte Nixon "Losing it? Like, as in, you haven't lost it already?" Charlotte asks only half sarcastically. "Nixon. Charlotte. And we aren't in any psychotic break like I've ever been in." She continues to push and drag the keystone cop around by his mechanism. Without regards to the braindead patrons and employees, she leads the two lawmen to a projection booth for some privacy. "For now, Devereaux, we're going to try to get some answers out of Robocop. You done this before? Help me tie him down." Charlotte puts down her loot bag to free her hands for securing the clockwork officer to a chair or a pole or any sturdy furniture. "Well, you've got the questions, Devereaux. Shoot." And she lets go of the key.
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Jun 13, 2014 23:13
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Charlotte Nixon "Start making sense, Deputy Dickweed!" Charlotte needlessly slaps the clockwork officer upside the head while screaming directly into his face. She's taking to the bad cop role very well. "Do my partner and I look like we're from around here? Think anything you're saying makes sense to us? loving rear end in a top hat. gently caress's the matter with everyone in this bullshit LSDisneyland fantasy fuckhouse? Mad City... what a crock of poo poo. Madness got no law. Mild City, more like." Charlotte backs off the officer to stand intimidatingly in the shadows and to allow Kales to ask some actually constructive questions.
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Charlotte Nixon "And no loving bullshit bibble-babble this time," Charlotte adds threateningly. She has no further questions.
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