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(絵は大内宿村の地元画家が描いたもの)
(Image was taken 2 weeks after Hinata's intake of him patrolling. This image is property
of the Ministry of Civil Protection.)
of the Ministry of Civil Protection.)
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| HINATA, ISAMU was found at the KOBAEIN SUMI INK STICK SHOP in the FUKUSHIMA PREFECTURE, JAPAN. Subject was hiding out after Overwatch Forces had taken ahold of the planet. His fellow employees were found with their stomachs stabbed and cut open for what seemed to be by their own hand. Evidence gathered showed that the food supply had almost run out and subject: HINATA, ISAMU was chosen to be the last one remaining. Subject HINATA, HARATO was quickly relocated to City 8 where he resides. His brother HINATA, ISAMU was believed to be sent to ████████ but no further updates have been made to his record. Mother and father are both deceased whilst his children reside in the Echelon Camp along the coast of North Korea. During his time in City 8, HINATA, ISAMU has been seen running one of the local cultural shops for Japanese heritage. Many petty thieves and anti-citizens are suspected to frequent his place of business. Leading one thing to another he is suspected of owing money to one of them. As a hopeful effort of solace and justice he turned towards the Civil Protection where he resides. |
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(Hinata family clan flag. Believed to be started somewhere in 1600 A.D.
known for their metal folding and armor fabrication.)
(One of the last images found within the Hinata home. Believed to be one of the last full-sets made.)
| The HINATA family was a well known family within the FUKUSHIMA PREFECTURE dating back to 1600 A.D. The clan was believed to be famous for their craftsmanship skills, discipline, loyalty, authority, and hospitality with their local village people. From ink sticks used in their calligraphy writing, to full body pieces of armor - the HINATA clan would create weapons for the local Shogun and their small army of Samurai. When it came to their weapons they were most notorious for their Samurai swords known as: Katanas. Known for their flexibility and agility in combat, the HINATA'S would fold each piece of steel over 1200 times before forming it into the final shape. The legacy of the HINATA clan would reign until the coming of Overwatch forces where the remaining family members were quickly adopted within their ranks for their attributes. |
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<:: I think you need to keep your voice down and go get a drink. It was a simple mistake, get over it. ::>
<:: He wasn't doing anything, 8. And I had to watch him bleed out in the CMU knowing I caused this. ::>
<:: Go back to the Nexus and clean yourself up before a Command unit wakes up. And keep your mouth shut. ::>
"Finally made it to senior officer. . . intention three. HERO-1 was right, they promote you then they tell you to get back to the streets. I don't feel any different. Through-out my time here I've noticed how evil a good man can become given the right circumstances. Threaten the lives of his family and he'd be willing to do anything, anytime. To a certain point you get numb to it. The horrible things that we do to people don't bother me anymore. It's just a job. . ."
"It's been a minute. . . Intention 1 who would've thought? The switch from ground unit to Command was easier than I had expected it to be. It's just more filling in the blanks and checking the boxes. I haven't spoke on here in a while . . . things are getting really busy at work. I could retire why not if I wanted to, but why would I? I don't think I could ever go back to being a civilian . . . to much has changed, so many things have happened that I cannot undo. I don't even have the strength to speak to my own mother and it's been almost 4 years since the last time I even received or sent a letter to her. I know what I've turned into and I know what I've become but I don't want to show my family . . . I've decided I'll just provide for them and let them make their own assumptions. My kids . . . my kids barely even know their own father and I'm sure they've heard stories of who I am. I just hope they're proud of the fantasy they've conjured up in their heads about who I am."
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6/4/21
"It's over. All of it. I'm a shell of what I once was. All my mentors, my subordinates. . .my friends. They're gone. There were already very few of us left and in an instant I'm the only one left of the original garrison from City 8 and Terminal 7. Thinking on and remembering their lifeless faces all stacked in a pile still resonates with me and makes sleeping difficult. Their faces all look like they had the same thought running through their minds as they slip away. I don't know if I should stick around anymore."
9/4/21
"I left. Took off like a ghost. I don't know what I was searching for when I ran down here. I still don't know. Maybe a new family and somewhere to call home. I just hope the ones above and the ones below can forgive me for my decision and understand why I did it. I hope my family, what's left of them, can understand...Never meant to hurt anyone I just needed to get the fuck away."
"It's over. All of it. I'm a shell of what I once was. All my mentors, my subordinates. . .my friends. They're gone. There were already very few of us left and in an instant I'm the only one left of the original garrison from City 8 and Terminal 7. Thinking on and remembering their lifeless faces all stacked in a pile still resonates with me and makes sleeping difficult. Their faces all look like they had the same thought running through their minds as they slip away. I don't know if I should stick around anymore."
9/4/21
"I left. Took off like a ghost. I don't know what I was searching for when I ran down here. I still don't know. Maybe a new family and somewhere to call home. I just hope the ones above and the ones below can forgive me for my decision and understand why I did it. I hope my family, what's left of them, can understand...Never meant to hurt anyone I just needed to get the fuck away."
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