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bac in black [29 Jun 2004|02:32pm]
teddy_hanlin
[ mood | creative ]

After what seems like a month spent in traffic I finally made it to see Seth. Upon entering the prison I check over my gun and slid across the small opening beneath the bullet proof glass. In exchange for my berretta I am slid an Identification Badge. Taking it slowly with one hand I look it over carefully, making sure my clearance levels have been taken care of. They are, Ill remember to Thank Nina when I get back to CTU.

I slowly head past the check desk and make my way to my facility liaison.

“Agent Hanilin, I’m Jonathon Baily.” The man in the suit extended his hand to me, I force a smile and grin, I already don’t like this guy but sometimes we don’t have choices.

“Teddy Hanlin, you’ve been Briefed on our situation?”

“Somewhat, I hope you had more information.”

“I cant tell you more then you already have.” I respond to him.

He handed me a clipboard understanding that my hands were as tied as his were. He led me to an integration room, I slid pen the door and smiled to Seth seeing across the table as Baily fallowed behind me. “Seth, wish the circumstances were a little better.”

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OOC:*ahem* Boys? [03 Jun 2004|05:35pm]

beautifulcynic
::nudges jack_bauer and tony_almeida ::
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Finally calming down attn: Anyone at CTU [24 May 2004|10:53pm]

michelledessler
[ mood | working ]

I've found a relatively splatter-free workstation and have started to work on slowly bringing the sectors of the network down from their lockdown protocol. Even after Nina entered the code to relax the lockdown level, this part had to be taken care of manually. Level two is still pretty tight, security-wise, but it's a lot more open than the level four protocol. At least this way, we can exchange and share files across the network within the building, and with designated machines over at Division. Back-ups can be accomplished.

Morbidly enough, my first task is to back-up and secure the workstations for the agents who were down. On one wall, there's a make-shift memorial that grew as the names were posted of the agents who had lost their life. A mosaic of post-it notes now covered the wall, with personal messages for the ones who were gone. Someone had made a page for each person with their name, the date they started at CTU, and today's date as their End of Watch. For all the complaints Division had about CTU and how things were run, it's pretty obvious that this place is a team...no, a family, and that they take care of their own, as well as taking care of the world.

As I start to work, I glance over at Tony now and then. He's favoring his injured arm, but he's still hard at work and I admire him for it. My concentration shifts gears however and soon, I'm concentrating intently on the work at hand, moving through each task quickly and efficiently until the next one comes my way.

Word of the second shooter and the incident with Jack, Nina and Teddy spreads quickly through the office as it's reported. The timing couldn't have been worse, either...just as we had all reached a level of relative comfort that we were once again safe here, this happened.

It was tense as they brought Jack back in, performing meatball surgery on him in the middle of this room. But he was going to be alright, and they had the shooter, so slowly, things were getting back to normal. Sneaking one more glance over at Tony, I resume my work, tying up loose ends.

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They obviously gave you the good stuff... attn: Jack [18 May 2004|07:17am]

nina_myers
"Pain?" I shake my head, then chuckle. "Noooo. No pain. I'mdoinjusfine." I push to sit up, fighting with some cushions behind me until I'm propped up, head tipped to one side, watching Nina curiously. "So whas goin' on?" I rub my eyes, then yawn loudly. "You're sittin' in my office. That usually means I'm in some kinda trouble."

I give him a smile. "No, you're not in trouble, at least not this time," I tease. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You were in quite a bit of pain after the shooting, but apparently, whatever they've given you has worked well. I'm glad. You should get some rest," I add, reaching over and pushing his hair out of his eyes, having watched him try to do so with furious blinking.

"Just lay back and rest, Jack."
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No pain whatsoever. Attn: Nina [18 May 2004|10:20am]

jack_bauer
[ mood | high ]

Imagine my surprise. He's too damn doped to even ask to work. Fine by me. I manage a ragged smile. "I'm okay, Jack. How are you? Are you in pain?"

"Pain?" I shake my head, then chuckle. "Noooo. No pain. I'mdoinjusfine." I push to sit up, fighting with some cushions behind me until I'm propped up, head tipped to one side, watching Nina curiously. "So whas goin' on?" I rub my eyes, then yawn loudly. "You're sittin' in my office. That usually means I'm in some kinda trouble."

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You're feelin' *no* pain, huh, Jack? attn; Jack [16 May 2004|11:48pm]

nina_myers
When my eyes finally slip open again, the pain is gone, and I'm feeling a whooole lot better. I look around, dazed, then spot Nina. Ah, Nina. Wonderful, helpful, always there Nina. I give her a big smile, because I reckon she deserves one.

Watching Jack's eyes flutter and then open fills me with a welcome sense of relief. As long as I can get him to rest, he should pull past this. Of course, that's always easier said then done. He smiles, and then opens his mouth to talk and I'm ready with the counter-objections to his arguments for getting up and doing work.

"Hellooo Nina." I murmur, rubbing my eyes with a hand that seems to be moving slower than usual. "What'sup?" I can feel the slur under my tongue, but I don't have the energy to correct it, and besides, it's difficult not to slur when your mouth is sagged into the dopiest smile you can think of. "You don' look too good, Nina. Whasamatter?"

Imagine my surprise. He's too damn doped to even ask to work. Fine by me. I manage a ragged smile. "I'm okay, Jack. How are you? Are you in pain?
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Back from the...well...not really *dead*, per se... Attn: Nina [16 May 2004|03:08pm]

jack_bauer
[ mood | high ]

"Take it easy... and keep an eye on this one." He squeezes my shoulder as he goes by and I walk to sit on the table again, putting a hand on Jack's arm and rubbing lightly, hoping that he comes to soon, and isn't in so much pain. [You're going soft, Myers. This is not the time or the place, and especially not the person to do that around.]

Unconsciousness is extremely welcome, and my body basks in the neutrality, allowing me some downtime, to rest my aching bones and still my twitching muscles. I always had been active, even as a child, my parents barely unable to keep me still long enough to sit and eat a meal. I was always interested in what was coming next, where I was going, what I was to do when I got there. I guess at birth my attention span got truncated, somewhere along the line. It helps, in my line of work, in a constant state of readiness for the three steps ahead of you. But not when all you really need to do is rest. Only total unconsciousness can provide that.

When my eyes finally slip open again, the pain is gone, and I'm feeling a whooole lot better. I look around, dazed, then spot Nina. Ah, Nina. Wonderful, helpful, always there Nina. I give her a big smile, because I reckon she deserves one.

"Hellooo Nina." I murmur, rubbing my eyes with a hand that seems to be moving slower than usual. "What'sup?" I can feel the slur under my tongue, but I don't have the energy to correct it, and besides, it's difficult not to slur when your mouth is sagged into the dopiest smile you can think of. "You don' look too good, Nina. Whasamatter?"

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Just hang in there... attn: Jack [15 May 2004|10:30pm]

nina_myers
[ mood | groggy ]

"Well, it's not like I fucking *want* to be in this much pain, is it?" I snap unnecessarily as another wave of pain courses down my leg. "Ahhh...shit, I'm sorry, Nina." I manage to grunt. "What the...holy..." I groan, and then things swirl into blackness as I pass out again.

When he slumps onto the couch, lifeless, I immediately am on my feet and looking for help. Running down the stairs and skid and stumble as my feet stick to the floor. "Goddamnit!" I hiss under my breath, regrouping and heading for the triage area. Finding the medic who worked on Jack, I grab his arm.

"Up-upstairs," I gasp, out of breath. "Agent Bauer, he's passed out, he was holding his leg, complaining of extreme pain." Eyes wide with worry, I wait while the medic grabs his kit and then lead him quickly back up to Jack's office, standing back, watching anxiously while he tends to Jack.

Finally, he turns, standing up and taking off his exam gloves. "There's another round lodged in there, and near as I can tell, it was pressing against a nerve, pinching it and causing Jack an extreme amount of pain. I'd remove it, but I can't do that here. It's not life-threatening and I've managed to shift it enough that it shouldn't cause any more compression."

I nod, taking this all in. "Thank you, Chuck."

"I've given him some more medication, and when he wakes up, he might be a bit on the loopy side."

I manage a slight grin. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind."

"Take it easy... and keep an eye on this one." He squeezes my shoulder as he goes by and I walk to sit on the table again, putting a hand on Jack's arm and rubbing lightly, hoping that he comes to soon, and isn't in so much pain. [You're going soft, Myers. This is not the time or the place, and especially not the person to do that around.]

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Something's wrong. Attn: Nina [15 May 2004|01:40pm]

jack_bauer
[ mood | sore ]

"Do you need the medic?" I ask, worried. Standing, I start to pace the office. "You shouldn't be in this much pain still, Jack." Stopping beside him again, I kneel, slowly rubbing his back, wanting to calm him so he can at least try and sleep again.

"Well, it's not like I fucking *want* to be in this much pain, is it?" I snap unnecessarily as another wave of pain courses down my leg. "Ahhh...shit, I'm sorry, Nina." I manage to grunt. "What the...holy..." I groan, and then things swirl into blackness as I pass out again.

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This is fun...only not. attn: Jack [14 May 2004|12:09pm]

nina_myers
Shaking terribly, I look around the office, the environment seeming cold and strangely alien to me. When I turn back to Nina, that's when the pain hits me and I growl, both hands going to clutch my thigh as I fall back down to lie on my back. Sitting up quickly clearly wasn't a smart thing to do. I writhe onto my front, biting down on the cushion and pushing the strangled noises of pain away.

"Do you need the medic?" I ask, worried. Standing, I start to pace the office. "You shouldn't be in this much pain still, Jack." Stopping beside him again, I kneel, slowly rubbing his back, wanting to calm him so he can at least try and sleep again.
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Not very smart. Attn: Nina [14 May 2004|06:59pm]

jack_bauer
[ mood | sore ]

"Hey, hey...shhhhhhhhh..." I say, eyes wide with surprise at how violently he woke up. "You're okay, Jack. Just take a few deep breaths, calm down. Let me get you some water." I just want to get him calmed down, but he's got a death grip on my wrists so I can't really do much.

Shaking terribly, I look around the office, the environment seeming cold and strangely alien to me. When I turn back to Nina, that's when the pain hits me and I growl, both hands going to clutch my thigh as I fall back down to lie on my back. Sitting up quickly clearly wasn't a smart thing to do. I writhe onto my front, biting down on the cushion and pushing the strangled noises of pain away.

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Holy cow... attn: Jack [14 May 2004|09:26am]

nina_myers
The scream finally bursts from me and my eyes slam open, body lurching into sitting upright. My hands clamp around Nina's wrists before they know what's there, clinging on tightly, my breath panting from my lungs. The dream's still there, tickling at the back of my mind, and I manage to not break down in front of her, my face slowly curling through misery, trying to get back to neutral, fear dancing in my eyes.

"Hey, hey...shhhhhhhhh..." I say, eyes wide with surprise at how violently he woke up. "You're okay, Jack. Just take a few deep breaths, calm down. Let me get you some water." I just want to get him calmed down, but he's got a death grip on my wrists so I can't really do much.
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Coming out of it. Attn: Nina [14 May 2004|04:37pm]

jack_bauer
[ mood | awake ]

I watch Jack get more and more aggitated as he sleeps, finally sliding off the table and putting my hands on his shoulders. "Jack...Jack, hey...c'mon, wake up," I say quietly. He's still whimpering, shifting around on the couch. Frowning, I lean a little closer. "Jack..." I shake him gently one more time.

The scream finally bursts from me and my eyes slam open, body lurching into sitting upright. My hands clamp around Nina's wrists before they know what's there, clinging on tightly, my breath panting from my lungs. The dream's still there, tickling at the back of my mind, and I manage to not break down in front of her, my face slowly curling through misery, trying to get back to neutral, fear dancing in my eyes.

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I sure don't want *those* drugs! attn; Jack [14 May 2004|08:12am]

nina_myers
These are the depths of my soul. This is the rotten core of the bag of flesh and bones I've moulded myself to become. This is where I live when I dare to sleep, when there's nothing else left except my conscience and the demons that claw at its walls.

I watch Jack get more and more aggitated as he sleeps, finally sliding off the table and putting my hands on his shoulders. "Jack...Jack, hey...c'mon, wake up," I say quietly. He's still whimpering, shifting around on the couch. Frowning, I lean a little closer. "Jack..." I shake him gently one more time.
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Soul Panic. Attn: Nina [14 May 2004|02:59pm]

jack_bauer
[ mood | sleeping ]

Finally, I sink down to sit on the low table in front of the couch Jack is on. Sighing, I cover my face with both hands, pushing my hands back in my hair. My elbows rest on my knees and I stare at the ground, worried about Jack.

***

There's pain, massive pain, and my chest splits in two, dark blood spilling through the crevice and staining onto my shirt. My heart peers out from behind my ribs, encased safely, then starts to bulge, straining, only pumping out, not in. My hands are desperately trying to push everything back into my torso, scrambling, coming away weighed down by hot liquid, crimson fire that shouldn't be out here, it should be in there.

[What the hell's happening to me?]

"Medic? MEDIC?!"

I scream, the sound screeching through my head, but silent outside my mouth. There's no-one here anyway. I'm alone, and it's dark. There are flames, black and invisible, but I sense them licking my skin, drawing me closer and expelling me simultaneously.

[I think I'm dead. I think I'm going to die. I'm dead already.]

My hands are empty, bare. No gun, no watch, no ring. I'm unprotected, unhinged from reality, and absolutely alone. I cover my face with my hands to prevent a sob from finding its voice, and smear the blood so thick it coats me like jelly. Gagging, I bend over and choke, but there's nothing there, it's all been vomited from my chest already.

My knees weaken and I collapse, pawing at the floor, which crumbles away from me as I grasp at it, until I'm trapped on an island, surrounded by nothing, unable to sense, to speak, to reach out or pull back. I try not to weaken, but it's difficult when I'm so far gone already. At a low ebb, I kneel there and cry into my hands, the tears diluting the blood running across my palms, flowing in lines over my wrists and down my forearms to drip from my elbows into the vastness beneath me.

These are the depths of my soul. This is the rotten core of the bag of flesh and bones I've moulded myself to become. This is where I live when I dare to sleep, when there's nothing else left except my conscience and the demons that claw at its walls.

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Stop the world... attn: JACK (lol) [13 May 2004|10:01pm]

nina_myers
I stare at the light in the ceiling for a while, my eyes blurring out before sliding closed again as I drift in and out of sleep, comfortable against the pain, just a dull thumping ache down my side to keep me aware. Hearing Nina's voice, I shift onto my side, then regret it and roll onto my back once again, tucked under the blanket, unwilling to wake up just yet, but knowing that I'll have to sooner than later.

Leaning against Jack's desk, I watch him for a few minutes. He tries to turn towards me and it's obvious that it's causing him pain. I start towards him to help him get comfortable, but he rolls onto his back again and calms. I'm halfway across the office and stand there again for a few minutes, looking around. I haven't had a day like this since...well, suffice to say it's been a long time.

A lifetime, it seems.

Finally, I sink down to sit on the low table in front of the couch Jack is on. Sighing, I cover my face with both hands, pushing my hands back in my hair. My elbows rest on my knees and I stare at the ground, worried about Jack.
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Resting. Attn: Nina [13 May 2004|01:54pm]

jack_bauer
[ mood | tired ]

Picking up the radio, I call to him, letting him know it's on the way and he's been cleared to leave, even with the lockdown. Things are secure and I go upstairs to Jack's office, knocking quietly and then walking into the office. "Jack?" I call quietly, unsure if he's awake.

I'd fallen asleep on a stretcher out in the hall, and woken up in my office, under a blanket on the couch. This absolutely needs to happen more often. I need people to deliver me everywhere. That'd be great.

Apparently, I'm also quite drugged.

I stare at the light in the ceiling for a while, my eyes blurring out before sliding closed again as I drift in and out of sleep, comfortable against the pain, just a dull thumping ache down my side to keep me aware. Hearing Nina's voice, I shift onto my side, then regret it and roll onto my back once again, tucked under the blanket, unwilling to wake up just yet, but knowing that I'll have to sooner than later.

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out for a while [13 May 2004|03:08am]

teddy_hanlin
[ mood | busy ]

Teddy moved down the steps, he looked over to Nina on his way out of the building. “Nina, I know its been a bad morning, but I appreciate this.” I turned and walked out the building, I made it to the car and checked my m9 flicking the safety back on. I started the ignition of the ford Taurus, I had an hour to make it back cross town
(see you in a week)

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This can't be... att: Teddy and/Jack [12 May 2004|11:37pm]

nina_myers
I hear Teddy add the bit about the laptop and grab a kit with a laptop on my way over there. Balancing with the kit, I make it up there, slipping past the paramedic, kneeling beside Teddy. "What's up?"

Shit this was to weird, I reached down grabbing the badge from his pocket I let my eyes wander over it. It was Seth’s alright, but the face didn’t match the picture, it was similar. I looked back to Nina as she climbed up here. I had a chest holster on now, the m9 hung it. I had a radio on the corner of my shoulder to man it with one hand. I tossed her the badge with one hand.

Catching the badge in one hand, I look at it, then do a doubletake. "This is one of Seth's old badges," I mutter, frowning and setting the laptop down.

"He looks like Seth, but he cant be Seth, because jacko sent Seth to prison. So unless you got a clone, im not sure who the hell this guy is?" I looked over his face once more, the lights still coming onto full strength one by one. "We need to talk to Seth." It killed me to say that, I raised a brow looking up to her. "I want to be the one to talk to him."

Rubbing my forehead, I nod. I don't really have anyone else I can spare. Hell, I can't spare Teddy, but if there's anyone who can get Seth to talk, it'll be him.

"Fine...let me go get the orders drawn up. I'll send them over and you can head out to the prison ASAP."

I speak quietly with the medic, giving him instructions on where to take the gunman, and then nod to Teddy as I head down the ladder, hurrying back to my workstation. I get him cleared to visit Seth and send one of the agents who is looking to help to take it over to him at the warehouwse, where he was keeping the scene secure.

Picking up the radio, I call to him, letting him know it's on the way and he's been cleared to leave, even with the lockdown. Things are secure and I go upstairs to Jack's office, knocking quietly and then walking into the office. "Jack?" I call quietly, unsure if he's awake.
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Reunion tour Att: nina [09 May 2004|01:29am]

teddy_hanlin
[ mood | crushed ]

Shit this was to weird, I reached down grabbing the badge from his pocket I let my eyes wander over it. It was Seth’s alright, but the face didn’t match the picture, it was similar. I looked back to Nina as she climbed up here. I had a chest holster on now, the m9 hung it. I had a radio on the corner of my shoulder to man it with one hand. I tossed her the badge with one hand.

I hear Teddy add the bit about the laptop and grab a kit with a laptop on my way over there. Balancing with the kit, I make it up there, slipping past the paramedic, kneeling beside Teddy. "What's up?"

“ He looks like Seth, but he cant be Seth, because jacko sent Seth to prison. So unless you got a clone, im not sure who the hell this guy is?” I looked over his face once more, the lights still coming onto full strength one by one. “ We need to talk to Seth.” It killed me to say that, I raised a brow looking up to her. “I want to be the one to talk to him.”

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