Z-Day - 5:05 PM Central Time - Brooks High School, Omaha, Nebraska In the security office- Jerry Law sat at his desk in the security office, watching the prisoners in the detention cells. Kyle Rogers sat sullenly on the bunk inside the first cell, his chin in his hands. Chuck Lubachek stood in the second cell, gripping the bars tightly as if he could simply bend the bars and walk out. Doug Marley lay on the couch, still unconscious thanks to the lump on the head that Rachel Cohen had given him. He had been disarmed and there was no danger of him escaping while he was out cold, and Jerry knew that putting him in the cell with Chuck would be a huge mistake - Doug was in trouble because he had pulled a gun on Chuck earlier, because Chuck had murdered his uncle. The body of Jacob Marley lay on the floor in a corner, covered by a blanket so that Doug would not see it when he awakens. Officer Kate Wheeler and Miguel Garcia had carried it in, and Kate had told Jerry to look after the corpse, as it was key evidence in the murder case. She had mentioned to him that she was planning on going to her precinct following the assembly to bring back some forensics people and other officers to take the prisoners and the body away - if there was anyone left alive there.
OOC,[b]Jerry[/b], if you want to try to treat [b]Doug[/b]'s head injury, roll First Aid. The base skill is 30%. If you succeed, roll 1d3 to see how many HP he recovers. He has only lost 2, so if you roll a 3, he will only get 2 back.
In the security office- Jerry stood up and walked over to Doug. He checked the compress on his head, but there wasn't much else he could do. The youngster would just have to wake up on his own.
In the security office-
"This is ridiculous!" said Chuck, gritting his teeth. "I didn't kill that Jamaican guy, and there's absolutely no evidence! Besides, whoever did kill him did us all a favor. There's a Jamaican gang dealing drugs in this school, or didn't you know that? I bet that's why he was killed. Why do you think Doug over there was carrying a gun? For crying out loud, he was actually going to shoot me, and everyone saw it. He should be in this cage, not me!"
In the security office-
"You're even more naive than I thought if you really believe that," said Chuck. "That kid over there tried to kill me. Think he won't try it again if he gets the chance? That's what the world has come to. People are going to settle their scores any which way they can, and everyone's going to take matters into their own hands. The court system was overloaded even before this happened. They're sure as hell not going to function now."
"It's not like he can get me through those bars," said Doug. He glared at Chuck. "Go ahead and open the cell door if you like, mon. I'll show you a fight then."
"Just try it," said Chuck. "You're not so tough without your gun."
In the security office- Darnell Jones strode into the office, followed closely by Roy McCrumb and Heather Anderson. Both boys were carrying baseball bats. Heather immediately turned around and closed the door behind her, then locked it.
Kyle Rogers sat sullenly on the bunk inside the first cell, his chin in his hands, while Chuck Lubachek stood in the second cell, gripping the bars angrily. Kyle looked up and shrank back when he saw who had entered. Doug Marley stood near the couch, with a lump on the head that Rachel Cohen had given him. Jerry Law stood near his desk.
Darnell said, "Your attention please! I represent the New United States of America. Kyle Rogers you have been judged and found guilty by a group of your peers and sentenced to death for your crimes of illegal storage of weapons, attempted kidnapping, and attempted murder. Mr. Law please hand me the keys to his cell so that sentence can be carried out or if you wish to have nothing to do with this matter please stand aside. Oh and Doug if you help us with this not only will we let you have Chuck here but you can get your revenge on that bitch who coldcocked you as she is just behind us so what do you say?"
In the security office-
"Are you crazy, mon?!" said Doug. "She's right behind you?! Why should I get my ass kicked by her again?"
Jerry had the bow on his back, the nightstick and saber on his belt, and the chainsaw. Of all of those weapons, the nightstick was the only one he knew how to use well.
OOC,[b]Darnell[/b], roll Fast Talk to convince [b]Doug[/b] to join you.
Darnell made a fine speech using references from US History on the downtrodden and those who had no voice who had been forced to do what those above them had wanted while also mixing in references from pop culture and movies he had seen. In the end it appeared he had convinced Doug to join.