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Post by Jack on Oct 17, 2006 14:56:41 GMT -5
Tailie Name: Kyle Forfar Age: 28 Occupation back home: Under Cover Michigan State Officer Appearance: Nationality: American Residence: Detroit, Michigan Skills: Can interrogate, can manipulate people's perspective, can act his way out of problems Weaknesses/bad habits: Always nervous, and no matter how much they train him he is very bad at handling a gun, also in rare cases, he can be fooled easily. Frequent moods/expressions: Often shaken up, very self conscious, and has a unique way of being happy. Reason for flight: To help bust a drug dealer Item from wreckage: badge, dog chain, and a gun (ankle holster)
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Post by pearl on Oct 17, 2006 17:52:19 GMT -5
Oh no ... not Leo ... I thought he died in that ship desaster!
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Post by pearl on Oct 17, 2006 18:09:41 GMT -5
I allways liked movies with policemen being undercover ... and this one would be a great one (shoudl talk about the cast though)
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Post by pearl on Oct 18, 2006 15:50:37 GMT -5
Tztz ... he knew his risk when he signed up ... he wouldn't have signed up if there wouldn't have been the possibility of getting out of it alive!!! This James guy is an Asshole! But I liked that whole: "Tell him what I said Mike 'cause I am not talking to him!!" - bitchyness though
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Post by Jack on Oct 18, 2006 15:54:22 GMT -5
Just incase anyone is confused, non of the scenes are from the movie The Departed, its just the same type of conflict, and also a couple of the characters are based on the characters from the movie, but other then that it's completely different
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Oct 21, 2006 2:41:22 GMT -5
Whoa, great flashbacks as always! You've got a mini movie going on in here. ;D
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Post by JINX on Oct 21, 2006 3:42:00 GMT -5
I ready the flashbacks earlier heheh when we were all chatting on Yahoo. so i shall say it here, Great job
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Post by pearl on Oct 22, 2006 13:13:47 GMT -5
This Morrison guy is a asshole and a funny guy at the same time *lol* It is really fun reading this part ... only as a spectator I suppose.
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Post by Jack on Oct 22, 2006 15:44:47 GMT -5
well as the story progresses, you'll start to feel more and more sorry for Kyle and start to really hate James
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Post by pearl on Oct 24, 2006 16:56:41 GMT -5
Man those last too flashbacks are damned good. They seem to get better every time ... did you have any inspiration? I mean have you seen a psychiatrist with a cop before? Because it sounds very accurate and plausible to me ... just ... every psychiatrist who gets angry at one point is a bad one. I feel sorry for Kyle
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Post by Jack on Oct 24, 2006 17:01:04 GMT -5
Well like I said, a lot of it is drawn from The Departed, mainly cause that's who the character is based on, I change it up a lot, but I have quoted it a couple of times.
And at no point in these flashbacks will you envy Kyle
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Post by pearl on Oct 24, 2006 17:04:15 GMT -5
I guess I have to see that movie at some point. Yet another man making me see a movie I'll actually envy Kyle when he finally punches his boss in the nose!
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Post by Jack on Oct 24, 2006 17:06:09 GMT -5
acctually I think that's gunna happen fairly soon
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Post by pearl on Oct 24, 2006 17:11:45 GMT -5
I'll stick around
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Post by pearl on Oct 26, 2006 16:38:30 GMT -5
I don't know but I am going to like Kyle more and more ... he has a certain way about him that I really like ... can not say why
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:22:22 GMT -5
I'm gunna put the flashbacks in order from least recent to most recent, I'm sorry to those of you who replied to a specific flashback and I thank you for doing so
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:24:20 GMT -5
***Flashback 6 years before the crash***
Kyle sat in his chair, his hands covering his face. He began to breath heavily, he tried his hardest to hold back his tears. A woman lay in a bed, she showed no signs of movement, just a a struggle to breath. She had no hair, and a pail, withered face.
"Hey mom," Kyle said pausing every few seconds to try to contain himself, "I'm uh... I'm in the police academy," Kyle smiled with a single tear running down his face. "I brought my stuff," he bit his lip trying not to burst out into tears. He picked up his bag, "This is regulated stuff," he pulled out items from his bag, "This is our uniform," he took a deep breath, "A badge, a... a gun of course," he laughed, but then changed right back to completely miserable, "I think... I think you would have been proud of me ma," he held his head in between his knees and let tears flow.
His mother began to struggling for air, a machine went off, with a bunch of beeps. He raised his head, "Ma?" his mother began to twitch, "Nurse!" he called out. A nurse came running in. As the nurse did her job, Kyle stepped back and held his head, each beep, each scream for air, each sign of torture to his mother killed him.
The nurse laid his mother back down, "There she's okay, she'll be alright," the nurse told him. He couldn't even bring himself to say thank you, and this point in time he was thankful for nothing.
A man walked into the door way as the nurse left, "Hey kid," Kyle looked up with fire in his eyes, "Can I talk to you for a sec?" He nodded and placed his bag on the chair.
"I'll be back in a sec ma," his mother groaned in agony. Kyle walked out into the hall.
"Cancer's a bitch, isn't it?" the man said walking along the hall. As soon as Kyle was out of sight from the room, he grabbed the man and threw him against the wall.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" It would seem Kyle was taking his pain out on anyone, but he had a right to against this guy.
"What the hell are you talking about? She's my damn sister," the guy said pushing Kyle's hands off his collar.
"So how's the coke business Franky?" Kyle asked in hate.
"Fuck you," Frank said, "You have no right to ask me personal questions."
Kyle laughed, "Personal questions?" Kyle once again grabbed him and threw him against the wall, "Maybe it would have done you some good to have some questions from time to time you know? Am I and ass hole? Are my kids a mess? Is my wife a money grubbing whore?" Kyle chuckled,"I mean those are questions right? Have I ever been good to my dying sister? Or am I just now, pretending to be?" Kyle took his hands off Frank and walked back to the room.
"I heard you joined the police acadamy...To become a statey?" Frank asked trying to change the subject.
"There's not much to it uncle Frank," Kyle replied trying to avoid the subject entirely.
"Are you trying to prove something to the family?" Frank asked.
"When you say the family who do you mean exactly, you?"
Frank paused for a moment before he decided to pretend to care again, "Do you need some money for the funeral?"
Kyle just stared at him in disgust, "As soon as my mother passes, we're no longer connected..." completely cutting them both off was a ear piercing bang. Kyle's jaw dropped, "Ma?" he ran into the room. Frank stood out in the hall, he drew a cigarette and shook his head, and then left.
Kyle couldn't stand the horror, his bag was open, his clothes all over the floor, and his gun in his mother's hand. "Ma! Nooo!" he yelled bursting out in tears. He slid along the waxed floor on his knees. He grabbed his mom's head, he held it against his heart, he could feel the blood running down his fingers.
It probably took his mother all her strength to get into the bag. He froze his position, his eyes shut, and his mother's head pressed tightly against his chest, before he was thrown back by doctors and nurses. He walked away from his mother and dropped to his knees crying.
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:28:16 GMT -5
***Flashback 5 years before the crash***
"GO... GO... GO..." all the cadets would wait four seconds and then sprint. They were in a wide open football field. They would run 100 meters and run back then shuffle, then shuffle back. It was almost funny for Kyle to watch the fat guys struggle along, but he was so consecrated that he never showed signs of any pleasure from the drills.
"15 laps! GO!" the commanding officer yelled. They would work day and night, from shooting their weapon to standing in the rain and mud holding a 42 pound bag over their heads. They would all line up and get the same speech everyday, "This is not the regular police! This is the state police! You have to be faster, smarter and in all aspects better then a regular cop!"
At some points they'd spread out across the field in filed lines. "Up down!" the commanding officer would yell.
"ONE... TWO..." the whole academy would yell out. On average, they did about 416 push-ups and sit-ups a week. If you couldn't take it, you'd be physically thrown off the field.
"Only the strongest of you will pass!" they would say, "Each one of you wants this for a reason! And if you don't... maybe you're in the wrong place!"
Kyle would go through the drills like he had something to prove, his best was never good enough. "Draw your weapons! FIRE!" bangs would go off simultaneously all the way down line. Even at times they would have the strongest cadets fight each other. A blow to the face, a quick dodge and and smash at the knee, and of course on last smack in the face, was all it took for Kyle to take them down. If he met his match he would kill to prove that he was better then what people thought.
"Today is the day! Today you become Police Officers! This day is the day you all become men! I trust that each one of you will clean those streets!" the commanding officer would yell pointing at the streets of Detroit, "Once you're out there... There is no backing down!"
(Afterwords at a diner)
"You did good today Forfar," Mike said sitting down. They clanked they're glasses together.
"Thanks Mikey," he drank the glass dry. "Can I ask you something?" he said as Mike drank his drink.
"Sure thing kiddo," he said placing the glass on the table.
"What does it take?" Mike stared at him blankly, "You train cadets during the fall and the rest of the year you're the captain of a police department... what does it take?"
Mike moved his arm and slipped it into his briefcase, "I wanna show you somethin," he pulled out a picture and placed it on the table, "Take a good look at that." There was a body surrounded in blood, the skull smashed in, and no weapon, finger prints or any other piece of evidence to be seen, "What do you see there?"
Kyle examined the picture and slowly raised his head, "Its a perfect murder," he said staring at Mike.
"Exactly, and you know what that tells me?" Kyle shook his head, "It tells me the killer planed it out, and noticed all the possible flaws and everything like that, where he'd make the kill, what weapon he would use, and how he would do it. And that takes years of planning. So there is no possible mistake this guy could make. But there's only one problem, someone desperate enough to do it once... will do it again, and when he does, he'll walk himself right into a trap." Mike took the last sip of his drink.
Kyle stared at him blankly, absorbing every word, "And you know what that takes Kyle?" Kyle shrugged, "It takes everything, once you're in my position, you are no longer somebody, you're entire life revolves around a title... the title of being everything that you can. And when I see someone like you willing to give it everything, it tells me... there is nothing better... there is nothing else out there for you."
Kyle and Mike stared at each other, Kyle was hurt, but he certainly didn't show it, mainly cause everything Mike said was true.
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:29:00 GMT -5
***Flashback 5 years before the crash***
Kyle sat in the chair, his leg was shaking, he wasn't nervous just... concentrated. He kept his mouth shut and his eyes wide open. No one had said anything for five minutes, the two just examined him. He bent his head down and curled his lip, he looked up a bit and then looked back at the floor.
"Do you know what we do in my devision?" Mike asked. The other guy was giving Kyle real cut eye, as if he would use any word that Kyle said against him, which he would.
"I uh..." Kyle tried to find the appropriate phrase, "I have an idea..." his first words and already there was something wrong.
"Let's say you have no fuckin clue, and let's leave it at that," the guy said coldly.
"This is captain James Morrison," Mike said introducing the guy.
"Yeah, but you can call me Captain Morrison shit head," James said sitting on the desk behind him. They were in a small room, closed doors, and glass walls. Kyle stared at the floor with no response. "Can I ask you something?" James asked, "Why the fuck does a panzy, lowlife kid like you want to be cop?" James tried to find any insult to make Kyle crack.
"I um..." it was even harder for Kyle to speak, "I want to do some good..."
James laughed, "Oh bullshit!" he yelled, "Complete bullshit. So how about you tell us the real reason you want to be a cop?" there was no answer, "You got any family."
Kyle blinked trying to clear his eyes, he was being brutally beat... emotionally that is, "No... sir, no they're all... they're all..." Kyle took a deep breath, "dead," he sniffed, but still remained still.
"Yeah no shit they're dead," James laughed at the torture he was doing to the kid, "What did you're uncle do?" again there was no answer, "Huh?" James pushed, "Yeah that's right, now I remember he was a coke dealer... wasn't he?" Kyle nodded. Mike just sat back watching and listening, "You're daddy was a drunk, you're mom, blew her fucking brains out..."
It finally happened, Kyle snapped, "You don't say a fucking thing about my mother!"
James snapped back, "Shut the fuck up! Did I ask you to speak? Shut the fuck up!" Kyle was now holding back the rage and tears, "You were just a shit whole little punk. You lived in the suburbs, real upper class with your mommy, but during the weekend end it was old gangster Kyle with daddy, and your uncle Franky, you were like two different people, I bet you had two accents didn't you?" Kyle could no longer bring himself to look at the ass whole, "You did, didn't you?" James laughed, "You sneaky little fuck! But when your daddy got shot in the head, what did you do then?"
Kyle turned to Mike, "Sir what am I suppose to say?"
"Hey!" James continued, "He ain't gunna help you, right now I'm your best fuckin friend in the whole world. But I bet in ten years you won't be a cop."
"Oh yeah?" Kyle said fighting back, "You sure?"
"Yeah, no fucking way," James continued to beat the kid, even Mike nodded, "That's why we got something different for you."
Mike wrote something down on a piece of paper, "You won't be paid as a regular cop if there's a bonus involved." He handed Kyle the paper with the his payment number on it.
"We need ya kid," James said, completely changing his attitude.
Kyle stared at the sheet and looked back at them, "So what do I do?"
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Post by Jack on Nov 4, 2006 2:30:39 GMT -5
***5 years before the crash***
Kyle found himself walking into a room... well more like a house, it was an apartment, extremely clean, and had a whole bunch of windows and balconies, Kyle figured those were for two things, jumping off of, of being thrown off of.
"Hey kid take a seat," there was a desk in the middle of the living room, it was like Rick's office. The room was very warm and comforting, burgundy carpet, beige walls, a leather couch, and a lazy chair. Every room in the house could be seen from that spot, which is why Rick fancied it so much. He was a man who believed there should be no secrets, anyone who had one, ended up with a bullet in their head. It was kind of ironic, seeing as how Rick kept many secrets from the police, which is pretty much why Kyle was sent to rat on him. I guess you could call Rick a hypocrite, but it was like he always said, "I don't want to be a product of my environment... I want my environment to be a product of me."
Francis pulled out a chair for Kyle. "Now I find it peculiar that a kid like you, wants to work for me," Rick stated as Kyle sat in the chair, "I'm gunna have to have Francis search you."
The only believable thing Kyle could do is deny it, "What? No," he said as Francis approached him, "Search me for what?" Kyle had a jacket and jeans, and on his wrist was a cast he had gotten from... reason that are difficult to explain. As Francis searched him Kyle's heart was pounding. As Francis' hands went lower down Kyle's back, Kyle braced himself, he was ready to pull out his gun and shoot them. The hand passed over the wire, and went straight to the gun. Francis pulled it out and gave it to Rick.
Kyle couldn't even begin to explain the relief he had that he hadn't found the wire. "Your boots," Kyle pulled off his boots.
Rick stood up as Francis threw Kyle onto the desk, his feet still planted on the floor, with his torso on the corner. "I heard you use to be a cop in the Michigan state police, I wonder what they do in the particular department anyway," Rick ranted, "I knew your father," Rick continued.
"Yeah?" Kyle asked while he continued to be searched, "Did you know he's dead?"
"Oh, no, sorry," it was one of the only times Rick showed sympathy, it was fake, but it was still sympathy, "How'd he go?"
"He didn't complain," Kyle answered.
"Yeah, that was his problem," Rick stated.
"Who said he had a problem?" Kyle asked in disgust.
"I just said he had a fucking problem," Rick didn't answer to anyone, so it pissed him off having a kid questioning him.
"He's clean," Francis said patting Kyle on the back.
"The arm," Rick said to Francis.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, not the fucking arm," Kyle had his arm pulled out as Francis examined it.
"Flip it," Francis ordered. Francis grasped the arm and threw it into the table about 4 times to break the cast off.
"Ah!" Kyle yelled as he dropped to his knees, "Fuck," he said underneath his breath and his pain.
"And I don't know if its like Mike to pull you out of the Staties and send you after me," Rick continued grasping Kyle's wrist and putting it on the table. "I don't know what they do in that particular department anyway, I just can't know." While Kyle was still panting, trying to get over the pain, Rick swung one of the boots right into the broken wrist, "Are you still a cop!" Rick yelled.
Kyle tried not to scream, instead he tried to take the pain and answer, "No!" he yelled.
Rick struck his wrist again, "Swear on your mothers grave!" he ordered.
Kyle was trying to tense his body, his face was red, the pain was so overwhelming, "I swear!" he started panting, "I swear I'm not a cop!" Rick let go of Kyle's wrist, letting him drop to the floor.
"Come back tomorrow and I'll have a job for you," Rick said heading out the door, leaving Kyle alone with Francis.
"Come on, come on," Francis said trying to get Kyle up, "Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up." Kyle stumbled into the bathroom, which was quite small and only had one, thin window. Kyle held his wrist tightly.
"Fuck," he said almost collapsing. He quickly pulled out a strap from his pants and slipped it out the window, the wire landed in the seas just below the building.
(In the police department)
James and Mike were listening attentively to everything that was going on through the wire. Suddenly there was a huge amount of static, "That was quick," James said putting the headphones down, "You think he's dead already?"
(Just outside Rick's house)
Kyle made his way out of the house and to the docks by the water. He tried to pull out the cell phone and dial the number with one hand. As soon as he heard Mike's voice he spoke, "No wires, we do it by phone, I won't do it if I have to wear a wire... No wires ever you understand you don't know what this is like." After a few seconds of talking Kyle hung up the phone. He looked around and then spoke to himself while holding his broken wrist, "I don't know how much more of this shit I can take."
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