Oh, guys, can I ask you all to list all of the NPCs you guys control? That means you, Halonachos and FITZZ.
And I do mean all of them.
Btw, expect character deaths soon. Very, very soon. (Well, as 'very, very soon' as I get anything done that is.. so perhaps not so soon. Or maybe in ten minutes? )
Edit: And once again I start a new page. Damn I must have broken a record by now for page-startin'.
Edit #2: Well atleast the lag got sorted out. Damn that bug was annoying. Cheers, Legoburner.
Keira hadn't gone straight to the med ward with One eye. Believe it, she really had wanted too, but she was also grimly aware she hadn't slept for more than 50 or so hours. Black spots were forming in front of her eyes, and twice she'd almost fainted trying to get herself out of the vehicle. In the reverie of finding safety, Keira had found herself momentarily forgotten. It didn't bother her, and once she felt her legs were stable enough, Keira dismounted and wandered down the hallway through towards where she'd seen One eye get taken. She passed a guard on her way, giving no less than a second glance. The man for a second seemed to look just like Hog.
"feth me I'm tired."
A couple of minutes later, Keira found herself in a whitewash wall room, staring at, too her, a utopia of medicine. For the first time, Keira genuinely smiled.
"Ah, is this the enigmatic Keira my acquaintance Tombstone has been telling me about? He has spoken very highly of you." Dr Buckley said, looking up from his patient.
OOC:...yes Darko,refreshments...of the non poisoned/tainted variety.
As for a list of NPCs --------------------------
Satan Servants NPCs -----------------------------
Deadman-more or less Tombstones second in command now.
T-Rex-young,brash biker.
Roadkill-sole survivor of the commune explosion,with the exception of One Eye
Tasha-female Satan Servant,Russian heritage.
Ajax-Satans Servant -heavy muscle-enforcer.
Cutter-Satans Servant
Bingo-Satans Servant
One Eye-Satans Servant--Burnt to a crisp by Heartless GM,currently busy dying
Woolly-Satans servant-ex marine-with Jennifer's group
Double D-Satans Servant-newbie-with Jennifer's group
Scratch-Satans Servant-heavy muscle-with Jennifer's group
Roy Boy-Satans Servant-with Jennifer's group.
They rolled into the city, cars scatterd some of the streets but they didn't stop The hummer wove a path through them, mounting the curb if it was really necesery while the larger heaver amtracks just drove over the top. After a few blocks they began to see the scattering of russians who stopped piling up the dead zombies to stare at the little convoy as it crawled past.
Hardie Pulled himself up to the cupola, looking out of the hatch and towards the structure they were approching, it looked like an old fashion castle with towers spaced along high walls and heavy gates blocking the enterence. this place was built to last.
The hummer stopped outside the gate, and all the bikers got out, Woolly picked the mic of the dashboard and seemed to be talking to somebody on the other side of the wall
------ at the castle: GySgt. 'Spectre' Hardie - my 'secondary' character, 'Royce' driver of Amtrck one (Hardie's) 'Hitman' Hardie's number 2 7 other un-named Goons
At Norfolk 'Reaper' Horrell - mission leader 'Patriot' Horrell's number 2 'Nomad' lead driver 11 un-named goons
all have military experience, so you can't catch them out for not acting 'right'
FITZZ wrote:One Eye-Satans Servant--Burnt to a crisp by Heartless GM,currently busy dying
Dark, please don't kill my character off. I haven't posted in a while, but that's all because of school. Sorry for not posting. After school, I don't have the energy anymore to think of a new RP part. :(
Keira strode over to the recumbent form of One eye. The man’s breathing was steady, but the sight of so many wires threading through his body made Keira cringe slightly. One eye was a giant of a man, the terror of the Satan’s servants at one point, practically impervious to the fire of the enemy; he’d taken a shotgun shell to the chest in his younger years, and still managed to club his assailant to death with his bare hands. Now however. Now, his skin was blistered and patchy, mauve blotches staining the flesh, as if someone has splashed him with ink. His frame, his muscles, they had seemed to have wasted away. He seemed small now, so small and vulnerable. Keira had been no stranger to the look that was now in One eye’s eye. It was described by people who worked the ambulance service as the ‘Virgins gaze.’ It was a look that supposedly stripped away all the age, the makeup, the blood- it rendered the dying one and the same. All innocent.
All scared.
All scared to die.
Seeing him in this light took Keira aback. It almost physically hurt. She reached out and took One eye’s hand in hers.
“C’mon ya big hairy bastard, don’t give up on me, not yet.”
Dr Buckley watched Keira, more specifically what she was wearing, which was splattered with mud, blood and torn. He sniffed disapprovingly, she stank of oil, and he could make out dirt encrusted under her nails.
“My dear, if you wish to participate in trying to save this mans life, will you do him the courtesy of getting changed, and washing your hands? The world may have ended, but theirs no reason to regress to the time before hygiene.”
It was a fair comment, Keira hadn’t looked after herself, but it still made her eyes sting slightly, and tears form in the corners. She nodded curtly, and marched off towards a room marked ‘Changing room’.
Dr Buckley looked back at Tombstone, who was watching him carefully with an air of someone who dearly wanted to say something, but refrained from doing so, simply because loud mouthing off wasn’t going to help anyone.
Keira, fuming with anger pulled her clothes off and stepped under a shower.
"Unhygienic my arse." She growled, anger boiling hotter than the badly heated water fountaining down upon her.
Keira however, despite the grimness of the situation, had to stop herself enjoying the shower. the last time she washed her hair, short as it was, properly had been a year back. She'd washed her hair in rivers whenever she could, but..
As quickly as she let herself she washed off the grime on her body and got back out the shower. Clothing, scrubs to be exact, had been placed neatly on the table opposite. They hadn't been there before, and for a fleeting second, Keira felt exposed. Someone had come in whilst she was having a shower.
"God, let it be 'Stone."
The thought of that doctor, in the same room as her whilst she had been naked...
He creeped her out, she didn't know why. Maybe it was those slightly haunted eyes. As if he'd seen the worst of the outbreak.
Dressing up in the cheap disposable clothes, Keira put on a hair net and walked back into the theatre.
"Ah, Miss Keira, I see you put the clothes left for you, Jolly good. Ha Ha."
'I bet you looked.' Keira thought, silently fuming at the man.
"It is my deduction, if you don't mind me imposing my expertise upon yours that is, (He didn't wait for her to answer) that our biker here has third degree burning across his body, that in itself will heal in time, but the damage to his stomach cavity is.... irreversible. Especially after the...treatment it gained, I think he might lose his liver to infection."
He smiled a hollow smile, no mirth there, like his laugh.
"I'm not pointing the finger, I'm sure you did the best you could with what you had. Talc powder, how very novel."
Keira kept her composure. It wasn't the first time she'd had to deal with doctors and patients like this.
"So then doctor, what do you suggest we do?"
They liked to hear their titles, it made them feel important.
"Well, the damage has been done, I think he has maybe an hour to live at best if we switch off the machines."
He turned to Tombstone.
"Believe me, this is your choice, but he'll die in a day or two regardless. In my opinion, doctor to patient, I'd choose the doped out of my mind go without pain route now, as opposed to the burning inside pain a day later."
Tombstone stood trembling slightly,not with anger but with the knowledge that One Eye,a man Tombstone had revered as a Father,had reached his end...the crushing sadness and sense of loss the biker felt were overwhelming.
" I'd...like a moment with him" Tombstone said,his normally powerful voice barely a whisper.
" But of course " Dr.Buckley said,his tight smile never leaving his face " Please...take all the time you need."
Tombstone walked past the Doctor,his legs felt as though they might give out on him as he moved across the room.
The biker turned to Keira,tears gleamed in the woman's eyes and Tombstone placed his arms around her,pulling her close to him.he kissed her on the cheek.
" I know you did what you could" the biker said softly " Thank you."
Tombstone let his arms slip away from Keira and stepped to the side of One Eyes bed,a tear slipping down his cheek.
" I love you old man" Tombstone whispered,gently taking One Eyes hand.
The old bikers eyes fluttered and opened,fixing on Tombstones,the old biker smiled.
" I love ya too boy" One Eye said in a whispered rasp " always have...always will."
Tombstones eyes filled with tears.
" Don't cry fer me son" One Eye whispered " I'm going to a better world...and I had me a damn fine time down here."
The old biker coughed hard and winced in pain, " I need..a promise from ya boy" One Eye continued " I want ya to let go of some of that hate in ya...don't waste what life ya may have left burning yerself up with it."
" I love ya boy...and I Want ya ta try ta find some peace in yer heart" the old biker rasped.
Tombstone nodded silently at the man,tears falling on his bandaged hand.
" I'll be looking in on ya from time ta time...I know you'll make me proud"One Eye whispered.
he old biker breathed in deeply and let out a long sigh " I love ya Stone..."
His eyes closed and his breathing became shallow.
" I love you too old man..." Tombstone said shakily.
The old bikers chest rose and fell again.
Tombstone leaned closely to his mentor and kissed him on the forehead.
The old bikers chest rose ...fell...and didn't rise again.
Sorry Dark, Patrick has conserved his special bullets for the long while he's been here, and found some along the way as well. He's used his sword most of the time.
I realize that felt hostile, which I apologize for. I was mad that I had to go see my idiotic family today for thanksgiving, telling me how I would be in jail for dealing drugs just like every year.
(OOC: Due to the Holiday and the fact that I'm sitting in a blizzard with the power going on and off... it might be a day or so before I get to my post.
For this I am sorry, but It can't be helped at the moment)
FITZZ wrote:One Eye-Satans Servant--Burnt to a crisp by Heartless GM,currently busy dying
so sigged
also WOOO 500 posts (most of them here )
Heartless GM? Now who the hell could that be..? Frankly I'd never guess.. And 500 posts? I've made about 1500 in the time it took you to get to 500! I just got too much to say .
Scrazza wrote:Dark, please don't kill my character off. I haven't posted in a while, but that's all because of school. Sorry for not posting. After school, I don't have the energy anymore to think of a new RP part. :(
Chillax, dude, there're plenty of other more inactive people for me to kill first. But nonetheless, you do need to post. If Silver were still in charge, your character would be dead already, I'm sure. So just take half an hour (or however long you need) and instead of waiting for the story to come to you, bring your character to the story, if you know what I mean.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:*cough* EVENT may be needed *cough*
Perhaps. Perhaps not. An event won't be necessary until someone does something drastic. Oh, speaking of drastic and all it suggests, isn't Jennifer working with the Russians? And aren't there Russian forces nearby? Give yourself a chance .
Karon wrote:Let go of the hate, Fitzz. ^.^
Sorry Dark, Patrick has conserved his special bullets for the long while he's been here, and found some along the way as well. He's used his sword most of the time.
I realize that felt hostile, which I apologize for. I was mad that I had to go see my idiotic family today for thanksgiving, telling me how I would be in jail for dealing drugs just like every year.
Apology accepted. I can relate to the whole family thing, but I think I'll just ignore the last part of your post.
jp400 wrote:(OOC: Due to the Holiday and the fact that I'm sitting in a blizzard with the power going on and off... it might be a day or so before I get to my post.
For this I am sorry, but It can't be helped at the moment)
Blizzard.. I'm guessing it's not as fun as it sounds, eh?
Don't worry, I understand. Besides, your character is in no danger of being offed. Maybe someone will do a post for you or when you come back you can just skip out a bunch of time. But I know you can't wait to blow up some zombies!
@FITZZ: I have to say, that IC post you did was very nice, quite touching really. I whole new side to Tombstone. Will he be consumed in rage at all that has happened, or will he yet find peace in the world? In himself?
A monstrous wave of grief washed over Tombstone,his vision blurred as his head swam,sanity threatening to abandon him.
In less than 48 hours,the biker had lost so much,the commune,several close friends,and three people he loved,he was teetering on the edge of madness and could feel the rage that had always threatened to consume him boiling inside.
The biker turned from the bed and stormed from the med center,stiff arming the twin doors with a loud bang as he exited,ignoring Dr.Buckleys attempts at false comfort.
Tombstone crashed into the hallway outside the med center,several of Halons men rushing to get away from the seemingly crazed biker,Mace,realizing what had just happened simply lowered his head as Tombstone passed.
Walking several paces down the hallway,Tombstone suddenly stopped,placing his tear streaked face into his clenched fist,a low growl escaping from him that built into a fierce primal roar,the biker spun driving a steel toed engineer boot into the wall,his fist followed smashing sheet rock to powder as the he tried to push the growing fury away.
Finlay,Tombstone collapsed heavily on a nearby bench,wave after wave of anger washed over him and he buried his face into his hands trying desperately to regain some control.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hm, if only Tombstone had a near and dear friend of which to confide in. But unfortunately, he's off in the Wilderness.. doing his thing.
So true..but,perhaps that's for the best,as lately people who are "near and dear" to old Tombstone are dropping like flies.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hm, if only Tombstone had a near and dear friend of which to confide in. But unfortunately, he's off in the Wilderness.. doing his thing.
So true..but,perhaps that's for the best,as lately people who are "near and dear" to old Tombstone are dropping like flies.
Ah, indeed. But do remember whose fault that is now, won't you?
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hm, if only Tombstone had a near and dear friend of which to confide in. But unfortunately, he's off in the Wilderness.. doing his thing.
So true..but,perhaps that's for the best,as lately people who are "near and dear" to old Tombstone are dropping like flies.
Ah, indeed. But do remember whose fault that is now, won't you?
Oh...I do indeed remember..please see FM ninjas sig if you have any doubts of that.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hm, if only Tombstone had a near and dear friend of which to confide in. But unfortunately, he's off in the Wilderness.. doing his thing.
So true..but,perhaps that's for the best,as lately people who are "near and dear" to old Tombstone are dropping like flies.
Ah, indeed. But do remember whose fault that is now, won't you?
Oh...I do indeed remember..please see FM ninjas sig if you have any doubts of that.
The sound of gears grinding as they shifted filled the cab assaulting Saunders ears as he fought to put the semi into a lower gear to round a sharp corner in the road. The trucks font end lay in ruins from smashing its way through the abandoned cars that littered the road trying to hinder his progress.
"You know this isn't going to stop them."
Saunders looked over to the passenger seat at the well dressed street cop sitting there. He was a tall thin man, with a crisp high and tight haircut and sporting the traditional cop dirt stash. His black duty uniform had a K9 unit patch on it with the word Sheriff in bright yellow across the back and his left hand was had a brown leather dog collar wrapped around it. A small metal tag that read MERC dangled from it.
"I was wondering when you would show up."
The man smiled and laughed through his teeth.
"You know you missed me."
Saunders turned and looked back at the road just in time to watch a walker turn into a roadkill as the truck passed over it with a slight bump.
"Ooooh. I think that just might very well leave a mark or two."
Saunders rolled his eyes over to look at his passenger who was laughing at his own comment as if it was utterly funny and original. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a pair of patrol glasses and pushed them onto his face and with a loud thud he propped his feet up on the cabs dash.
"So little man, whats the battle plan?"
The trucks jake brake filled the air as it started to travel down a hill.
"Drive into the horde, detonate the truck, then figure it out from there."
"Kill em all and let god sort em out" Said the cop in a high pitched mockery tone "How very Jar head of you."
"Oh, you have a better plan?"
The cop tilted his head down and looked out over the top of his glasses at Saunders.
"Yeah, take the next off ramp and never look back. You owe these people nothing."
"That's not true. If it wasn't for them I...."
"You would be better off then you are now." The cop interrupted him mid sentence. " If you would never have put in with them you wouldn't have been at that mansion, you wouldn't have been in that Forrest, you wouldn't have been captured and tortured and....."
"You always were an donkey-cave Jack, you do know that right?"
Officer Jack Murphy, Saunders older half brother just smiled back at him.
"And I always will be Lil brother. Besides, someone has to be the voice of reason in that messed up head of yours."
A slight smile creeped its way across Saunders face. He turned to face his brother and the smile fell from his face as he stared at the empty passenger seat of the cab. He let out a sigh and shifted the truck into high gear. Off in the distance a seemingly endless wall of bodies could just be seen as they shuffled their way toward him.
However, lurking mixed in with the horde a special infected held the oncoming truck in its gaze. Is heavily muscled form flexed in as it prepared to hurl itself at its new found prey.
Saunders gripped the wheel with both hands tight.
"Here we go" he muttered and put the pedal to the floor.
(End of Part 1. Hope everyone likes it. Will try to have the other half up later today.... hopefully everythings goes smoothly lol)
Officer Jack Murphy and his K9 sidekick Mercutio were my characters on the L4D pre-release zombie RP from a couple of years ago.
Their adventures started 48 hours prior to the zombie outbreak and continued for a few months after. Sadly though, in the end they both ended up dying alone surrounded by the infected.
I entered my final post into the L4D story contest and placed in the top ten with it. Sadly though, the stupid steam forums only keep 15 pages or so, which means my posts are no longer on the forum. I have a few of them saved on my old laptop... just need to get it back from my friend.
It was fun throwing this easter egg into the mix here. )
Time passed,how long,Tombstone could not be sure,it seemed to him as though he'd sat there,face buried in his hands for hours.
He'd run an emotional gauntlet,from crushing despair to mind numbing fury,now..he simply felt numb..devoid of all emotion.
He felt that someone was standing near him and looked up,Keira was leaning on the wall across from him,she had obviously been crying,but had regained composer and now simply stared at the biker.
Slowly she walked over to Tombstone and gently took his hands in hers,she leaned down and kissed him softly on his cheek,with out saying a word,she turned and walked away,disappearing through the double doors of the med center.
Tombstone smiled slightly,in spite of himself,Keira had known that no words could offer comfort,yet in a simple gesture...had let Tombstone know that she understood.
The biker stood,shaking his head to clear it,he needed to talk with his people,despite the losses he'd suffered...he was still their leader and he damn sure better make sure they were all ok.
Tombstone turned towards the large double doors at the end of the hallway,the footfalls of heavy engineer boots echoing as he moved quickly towards them,his eyes narrowing,he fished a cigarette out of his jacket and lit it.
He reached the doors and swung them open,startling an orderly of some sort who was pushing a cart filled with various medical supplies.
The man fixed Tombstones cigarette with a look of disgust " Your not allowed to smoke back here" the man snapped.
Tombstone glared at the man,the familiar fire shining in his eyes.
The man begin to stammer an apology " Look man..I..I'm sorry..I don't want any trouble."
Tombstone smiled at the man, a cold evil grin and blew out a stream of smoke as he laughed " That's right...You don't".
The biker continued to laugh as he walked away.
" Dudes fething insane." the orderly whispered softly as he shakily wheeled his cart back through the double doors.
Tombstone had become lost twice " Feth but this place is huge!!" he had thought,but eventually located the dinning area in which he'd been told he could find his men.
Entering the large room,Tombstone saw the group of bikers assembled at a table,beer was flowing freely and several women had joined the noisy gathering.
As he approached the table,T-Rex spotted him and smiled " Stone!" the young biker said with a slight slur " Have a beer!..How's old One Eye?"
Tombstone took the offered bottle and downed half the contents with two swallows,he wiped the foam from his face and fixed the table with an emotionless stare " One Eye is gone." he said flatly.
The table immediately went deathly silent,Tasha lowering her head , weeping softly.
Tombstone drained the bottle of beer and plucked another from a large iced bucket that had been placed on the table,he let his stare fall on to the group of women who had come to enjoy the company of the bikers.
The women quickly rose in unison,quickly excusing themselves and rushing off.
The mixture of grief and anger on the faces of the seated bikers mirrored what Tombstone felt in his heart,One Eye had been loved by each of them,and Tombstones news had been quite a blow.
" I know each of you will miss him." Tombstone said " I will too" The biker paused for a moment..."But...for now...we have to keep it together."
The bikers nodded their agreement,mourning would simply have to wait.
Tasha raised her tear streaked face from her hands and cleared her throat " We got a message from Double D..he and Woolly...and their new friends should be arriving shortly."
Tombstones eyes narrowed " What do we know about the group he's linked up with?" he asked Tasha.
" They're military" She said "..other than that..not much."
Tombstone thought back to the radio messages from Hardie and nodded " So...basically we know gak about gak concerning the people arriving except they're with four of our guys."
Tasha nodded.
Tombstone drained his second beer,closing his eyes in silent thought.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:character relationship, what, where, who said that?
will post my IC post later today, meanwhile I shall play in the SNOW!!!!! that has fallen around me
So you're up north in the wild wasteland of Scotland then?
Lucky bugger.
it's only like 1/2 - 1 inch deep at the minute and it's all powdery so you can't make snowballs :(
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"exelent, looks like we're getting in after all" hardie commented as the massive gate opened.
the hummer led the way through the opening, the two APCs following as they passed through the gate started to rattle shut closing them inside a large courtyard like space infornt of the hotel.
"remeber people, donkey-caves and elbows, we want to look good for our new friends out there" he said over the radio to the other amtrack, Royce, stay with the vehicles. don't let anyone in. Everyone else form up outside, put your pretty face on."
he turned to Jennifer, putting the mic on the hook, might wann get out of sight, don't know who might see you. Jennifer gave him a joking wave goodbye as she closed herself in the gunners compartment. as the hatch closed the rear ramp began to open and everybody stormed out, lining up smartly in two rows with Hardie infront of them. The ramp closed behind them and Royce locked all the hatchs, knocking lightly on the gunnery hatch so Jennifer knew that she could come out, well we're in, lets see what happens next.
OOC: I'll post up an RP with Tombstone and the rest of the bikers going to meet up with Woolly and the others,and to check out the "newcomers" in the courtyard in a while.
I'm a bit inclined to wait on Halonachos to post,as it is his characters "Castle" and I feel it's only proper to let his character be the first to great the new arrivals,or if not Halon at least his men.
Can I just double check if this hotel is in pine ville?
Was just thinking of linking my character up with the group at some point - don't know if it would be a good idea to cut down the number of NPC's and generic hangers on as well at some point - we currently have essentially 3 different armies of people hanging around
Yes roughly 50 miles,in "game time" your forces could reach Halons "castle" in under an hour.
...As for thinning out the NPCs...I'm pretty sue that's going to be happening in the near future.
(OOC: sorry part 2 is taking so long. I have written it twice over and each time was not happy with how it read. Hopefully ill have somthing up that I like later tonight.)
jp400 wrote:(OOC: sorry part 2 is taking so long. I have written it twice over and each time was not happy with how it read. Hopefully ill have somthing up that I like later tonight.)
No worries jp, take your time...but get it posted soon ...I'm really looking forward to reading it.
He grabbed his rifle, slinging it across his back, and attached his sword to his belt.
He headed down to the cafeteria, and saw the the man called "Tombstone" drinking, and he had apparently just broken the news of that old fools passing.
Patrick sat down in a corner of the room, setting his poorly made beer on the table.
A drunken biker walked over to him, slobbering slurs at him as he struck the beer off the table, and on to the floor, sending glass and beer all over the place, including onto Patrick, a shard of glass tracing a long line across his left cheek.
"You will regret your actions. Alcohol clouds your judgment, and you must learn this" Patrick said
Patrick kicked the table into the drunken man, causing him to slouch over in pain. Patrick grabbed the man by the collar of his jacket and slammed him into the wall.
The man struggled, but it was useless.
"Why do you invite death?" Patrick questioned
"feth you, murderer. Tombstone will skin the meat from your bones.
"Apologize to me, or face the repercussions of your actions" Patrick stated flatly
"Burn in hell" the man smiled
Pain broke the mans nose with a right punch, creating a fountain of blood
"feth you" the man said
Patrick kneed the man in the stomach, sending a groan of pain out of it
"Your group takes me as the murderer, but you assaulted me for no good reason at all. You will pay for his transgressions. I have been patient enough with you bloodthirsty mongrels" Patrick spoke
Pain threw his head back, and bone shuddered as Pain's headbutt thundered home, the steel label on his headband making it twice as painful.
The man lost consciousness as Patrick dropped him to the floor, blood flowing from a cut on the mans forehead.
Patrick walked out of the room with all eyes on him, searching for Halon.
Pain knew that Tombstone saw that his lackey has provoked the attack, and if he wanted to live, he would reprimand that fool, and never mention it to him.
Even when the world ends, and I have no friends, fools are not tolerated.
Karon wrote:OOC: I just wanted to show your men that I wasn't to be fethed with, I felt my character should be somewhat feared by your NPC bikers.
OOC:..Mhhm...I hope that your aware that every biker NPC and my character would have opened fire on your character the moment he showed the slightest aggressive actions towards any of their group...just saying.
However,since you've already RPed the confrontation in it's entirety,including Patrick's unscathed exit,I suppose I'll have to Rp some "appropriate" response in the future.
Of course I understand that, but I needed to have some liberties. It was getting pretty boring being the little bitch to the big bad bikers.
I'm sure you can understand.
I'm looking at Tombstone, because of what One-Eye said to him before his death, to be a bit more reasonable, and take more of a boss roll to his bikers, showing them to not be complete donkey-caves to strangers.
I don't know if I'm just wrong, feel free to correct me.
Karon wrote:Of course I understand that, but I needed to have some liberties. It was getting pretty boring being the little bitch to the big bad bikers.
I'm sure you can understand.
I'm looking at Tombstone, because of what One-Eye said to him before his death, to be a bit more reasonable, and take more of a boss roll to his bikers, showing them to not be complete donkey-caves to strangers.
I don't know if I'm just wrong, feel free to correct me.
OOC: While I understand you should freely be at liberty to utilize NPCs,and that you feel your character was being a "little bitch" to the bikers,there are certain things in your RP that do concern me...
Primarily,no biker NPC had gone near,threatened or in any way interacted with Patrick,until you Rped the interaction/fight yoursef.
At this point,I feel their are certain "Character traits" that should be adhered to,The Biker NPCs would not have reacted in the manner you RPed,in so much as one of their numbers has just been pulverized by a hated enemy and they react by standing around and doing nothing.
I fully get that you are playing your character out to be a "killing machine" sort of guy,but...as the "creator" of the NPCs in question,I can assure you,they would neither feel "fear" or hesitation in attempting to gun your character down where he stood.
And concerning Tombstones talk with One Eye as he passed,yes Tombstone is mulling over a great deal in his mind,but that certainly wouldn't cause him to say " Oh..there's the guy who shot my girl,and look at that..he's just stomped one of my boys...oh well,I'm trying to reform,I suppose I'll just let him walk away and in fact I'll chastise my men to play nice with others"...He hasn't turned that leaf over yet...and honestly may never be capable of doing so.
Honestly..I'd hoped to avoid RPing any interaction between Tombstone and The biker NPCs and your character for some time,basically so this sort of situation wouldn't arise between our characters.
Well I'm glad that was sorted out before I got here. Otherwise aforementioned fort would have been turned into a battleground. Damnit, then I'd have to write an event. Well, thank god for you guys then, eh?
In all seriousness, I'm glad you guys sorted that out. But won't the bikers be wanting to vent some.. pent-up emotions right now? They've all lost a lot of friends.
Edit: Karon, I have a feeling that your characters' ego will be the end of him one day.
Ooh err, do I feel some teenage angst seeping out of certain posts in this thread? How peculiar!
IC: She needed to clear her head. That was all that mattered at the moment, the hotel, the refuge of safety it was, seemed to have transformed into a mausoleum since the passing of One eye. The air seemed to be thicker, cloying, choking Keira, and making her feel dizzy. It was probably the lack of sleep the rational part of her mind chimed, but right at the back, a part that hadn't even existed until Z-day, muttered
"Like hell it is."
Keira felt her sanity waning. She needed sleep, and she needed to let out some anger. Dr fething Buckley would be an ideal candidate, the misogynistic bastard that he is, but no.
He was needed.
Keira sat down where she was standing abruptly, and busied herself examining the bead necklace she had been given. It's colours were faded, and here and there, feathers and small animal bones were threaded along the twine. Beauty is an odd thing, and appears in the oddest of things, and as such, the necklace had a certain elegance to it's design, and even with the faint staining of blood upon it, and the shattered bird skull ( damage from the previous owners fight with fate) Keira felt it was the only thing left in the world that wasn't in flux.
Hell, even 'stone wasn't the same any more. Something about the fire in his eyes vexed her greatly. She had never seen it's blaze before, but Keira knew she was going to have to watch out for it. Without Daisy, it was probably only her and Tasha that could control his outbursts, should he have them.
Tombstone watched coldly as Patrick entered the cafeteria,the bikers blood felt like ice water running through his veins and it took gargantuan strength of will to simply not order the mans execution right then and there.
"Do not approach me" Pain said plainly as he sat down at the table in the corner of the room, propping his chair against the wall.
The group of assembled bikers stared at the man for a brief moment,and then erupted into gails of laughter,even Tombstone cracked a small smile,Deadman however stared at Patric stoically,shaking his head the monstrous biker spoke " I told you back at the commune little man..pain is not solely your province...nor are you the only one capable of inflicting it."
Patrick begin to say something,but Tombstone dismissed his comments with a disgusted gesture,returning to the business of addressing the other bikers.
Several moments passed and after some debate Tombstone motioned for the rest of the group to follow him into the courtyard to greet the other arriving Satans Servants and to check out the group of solders who had arrived with them.
Walking out of the main doors,T-Rex spoke quietly to Tombstone " I can't believe you didn't just let us ice that guy back there."
Tombstone turned to the younger biker as they entered the courtyard and grinned " Me?..oh..I'm ...reformed.." the biker said with a chilling laugh that caused T-Rex to pause in place for a moment staring at Tombstone.
" You ...ok?" T-Rex asked the biker,not sure he really wanted an answer.
Tombstone fixed the young biker with an cold stare " Now...why wouldn't I be Ok?!" the biker laughed his crazy laugh again " C'mon youngster...let's go say hello to our little lost sheep."
Tombstone strolled off towards the APCs parked in the courtyard and the bikers and soldiers assembled around them.
T-Rex watched the man go for a moment before rushing to catch up,he'd known Tombstone for over ten years and while he knew better than to feth with the man,he'd never actually been afraid of Tombstone until this very moment.
The truck gained speed and momentum as it traveled down the road toward the shambling horde of undead. One of those moped scooters long since abandoned was no match for the truck and with a thunderous crash it exploded into a million pieces of debris as the truck plowed head long over it.
The tires smoked and squealed in angry protest as Saunders suddenly spun the wheel sending the speeding rig down onto an old paved side road that ran parallel to the massive horde of walkers. The truck nearly rolled onto its side at taking the turn so fast, and for a brief moment Saunders though for sure it was. However he was thankfully proven wrong and the truck sailed on.
Inside the cab, Saunders ripped one of those green car fresheners shaped like a Christmas tree from the rear view mirror and threw it out the window. The annoying dangly thing had smacked its last poor victim in the head on a sharp turn. He rubbed the red tree shaped spot on his forehead and cursed his luck.
He was now traveling almost parallel to the walkers and decided it was time to start. Reaching over to a selection of switches on the dashboard, he flicked a couple of toggles into the on position. Immediately from behind him a sharp shift could be heard as a valve opened up. The old fuel began to flow and fall from the intake port onto the road below splashing everywhere and covering the blacktop in it.
He was busy watching the fuel flow in his side view mirror and glanced up just in time to see a massive muscled infected charging down the road toward him. Before he had a chance to react the truck ran headlong into the thing with a very wet smack that sent blood and gore flying up into his windshield. Metal could be heard as it crumpled and Saunders struggled to keep the truck under control as it swerved back and forth across both lanes of the road.
After a few tense moments, he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into his seat as total control was regained. It was then that an annoying buzzer sounded and a dull red light pulsed on the dash board. He leaned forward and looked at his gauges and noticed that his engine temp was pegged in the red. Cursing his luck, he tried to look out his windshield at the extent of the damage and found that his view was royally blocked by the gore on it.
Just my luck He muttered and flipped the wipers on high sending the blades back and forth leaving red streaks across the windshield. He squinted his eyes trying to better make out the view and saw thick coolant vapor billowing out of his smashed radiator. Through the cloud though, he could make out something else in the mist. He leaned closer to the windshield trying to make it out when suddenly it moved and Saunders found himself staring face to face with what looked like a decaying pale hulk laying half embedded in his front end.
"Oh shi....."
Saunders dived to one side as a heavily muscled fist came smashing through the drivers side windshield sending shards of glass flying in every direction. The beast roared in defiance as Saunders jerked the wheel the best he could back and forth trying to shake the damn thing off him. The speeding truck weaved back and forth across the road smashing into guard rails and parked cars shaking the cab and sending sparks and parts flying.
The beast was forced to retract its cut and bleeding hand and arm from the cab to keep from falling off. Saunders quickly sat back up in the seat pulling the .45 out of its holster he quickly took aim he pulled the trigger.
With a very loud report that sent a brass casing flying across the cab the gun roared time and time again. The creature bellowed in pain as the large hallow points found their mark sending chunks of gore and meat flying into the wind. Saunders took aim directly at the things head and pulled the trigger on his 8Th shot which locked the slide to the rear on an empty magazine. The bullet caught the creature in side of his screaming mouth and removed part of the things lower jaw and most of it's cheek.
The creature's head was blows to the side from the impact and it slowly turned it back in defiance and stared at Saunders with pure primal rage in its eyes. Saunders met the things gaze head on and glared back at it.
"OK then, Lets play"
Saunders stomped on the brake hard and grunting with effort he turned the wheel hard right sending the truck skidding sideways across the road. The creature was forced once again to hold onto the front of the truck to keep from being flung off it. Saunders smiled to himself, for this was exactly what he wanted to creature to do. He quickly jerked the wheel back the other way and deliberately jack knifed the truck.... hard. The metal couplings groaned under the stress before finally breaking free sending the tank rolling down the highway plowing over anything in its path. The cab section was flung over before breaking free and rolled completely over before coming to a rest on its side on the shoulder of the road, thick black smoke rose from the engine.
Inside the smashed cab, Saunders groaned and found that he was still alive and hanging sideways still attached to his seat by his seat belt. He reached down and pressed the little red release button sending him falling across the cab and against the opposite door. He lay there for a moment as his vision swam before him when suddenly a muscled arms crashed through the doors window and thrashed about looking for its prey.
Saunders scrambled to his feet and quickly climbed out of the broken front windshield and rolled down upon the unkempt grass of the shoulder. He looked back at the ruins of his truck and saw that the creature was pinned under the weight of the cab and could not free itself at this time. The tanker section was only a few yards away leaking fuel everywhere filling the air with the potent stench of gasoline.
With a little bit of effort, he pulled himself to his feet and glanced around him at his surroundings. Walkers were beginning to cross the road on both sides of the truck as they lurched their way toward their next possible meal. Their hellish moans filled the air drowning out anything around in them in a ghoulish chorus straight from hell. Reaching down, he pulled the Russian incendiary grenade from a cargo pocket on his pants and held it out in front of him.
He took a few shaky steps and walked back up the grassy shoulder onto the road to the edge of the gas trail that went as far as he could see down the road. Turning his back to the ruins of his truck, Saunders started following the trail away from its source. When he was what he though was a safe distance away, he spun on his heals and let the pin and spoon fall away from the grenade as he hurled it back toward the leaking tanker.
With a sudden orange whoosh of flame and smoke the grenade ignited the fuel sending up a massive fireball into the sky which could be seen for miles. Yellow orange fire spread quickly down the trail of fuel and turned the massive gas slick into what looked like a massive napalm strike out of a Vietnam movie. Thick black smoke filled the sky overhead as the road and everything on it ignited and burned fueled by thousands of gallons of fuel.
The heat pressed against Saunders face and exposed skin, but he didn't care nor really feel it. He just smiled against the flames as he watched countless walkers burst into flames and succumb to them.
A sudden metallic grinding noise cause his attention and he spun around to face the source. He looked up just in time to see the trucks front axle engulfed in flames and dripping burning rubber flying through the air at him. He spun and dove out of the way just in time as it came crashing down where he was moments ago standing showering the area with flames and sparks.
He quickly got to his feet stared in horror as the charred, flame engulfed form of the undead hulk came calmly walking out of the wall of orange flame.
"Noooooooooo!" he screamed in pure fury at the creature. The voices were back in his head now, whispering unholy things into his ears. He fell to his knees gripping the sides of his head trying to block them out and failed. Deep inside him, something dark raged against being restrained for so long and forced its way out. The man screamed in pain as changes swept across his entire body.
The flaming hulk stopped in its tracks in puzzlement. The squishy pink thing that it moments before it had been trying to eat had changed. In its place stood something completely different and a new emotion that it was not familiar with had replaced its lust for brains.
Fear.
Saunders stood back on his feet, bones could be heard cracking into place under his skin. Claws had extended out of his fingers and sliced their way through his gloves while razor sharp teeth had pushed their way out of his jaw and replaced his normal ones. The creature tilted its head to the side and spit out the last of them onto the road and turned to look at the hulk.
The two creatures stood illuminated and surrounded by orange hot flame staring at each other. The hatred between the two could be felt building on the air that surrounded them., A clash of the titans was about to unfold of the likes the world had never seen before.
Only time would tell whom the victor would be.
End Of Part 2
(OOC: Had to stop and split this off into a 3rd part. It was getting WAY to long and didn't want to post a small novel. Hope you all enjoy.)
" Woolly!" Tombstone called as he walked up to the group of bikers " good to see you brother",the bikers shook hands and hugged.
" Good to see you to Stone"the huge biker said "especially after what we heard about the commune...Damn,I can't believe it." Woolly sighed.
Tombstone nodded,acknowledging the big mans remorse at the loss. " Alot of good people are gone man" Tombstone said " let's try to keep the rest of us up and breathing if we can."
Woolly nodded " Amen Brother" he said.
" So...what did you find on patrol" Tombstone asked " besides these guys." he indicated the group of soldiers.
" Not a lot ...some activity in Pine ville...but it's practically empty" Woolly said "But...there's a whole gak load of walkers moving around between there and here...we saw several large groups of the fethers."
Tombstone nodded " We heard what seemed to be a mass of them as well...about sixty miles out" The biker smiled thinking of Saunders driving away to confront the horde in the tanker truck " I think that lot has been dealt with though."
"There's still a feth ton of those rotting fethers moving around though" Woolly said " and you know how they're drawn to people...I'm just glad to be behind these walls now."The huge biker laughed. " And glad we've got some reinforcement too" gesturing towards Hardie and his troops.
The Gunnery Sergent advanced,a small smile on his face " You must be...Tombstone." The man said " A ...pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."
Tombstone eyed the man " Welcome aboard Sergeant Hardie...my buddy Woolly seems to think rather Highly of you."
Hardie offered a suppressed laugh " Woolly is a fine soldier Mr. Tombstone...just the sort of man we hoped to locate." Hardie smiled broader at this thought .
" Do you concur with Woolly ..that we may have large groups of walkers headed this way?" Tombstone asked the Gunnery Sergent.
Hardie smiled from ear to ear " Mr.Tombstone...I wouldn't be concerned with the walking dead...we can handle any contingency that may arise...my men and I have a lot of surprises up our sleeves."
Tombstone nodded,not trusting this man in the least " I hear you Sergent Hardie" the biker said " I'm guessing you'd like to meet with Halon...he owns this...fortress..and I'm sure he'll be able to fill you in on any questions you may have concerning it's defensive capabilities"
Hardie nodded " Yes...I'm looking forward to making Mr. Halons acquaintance as well...we all are."
Inside the APC,Jeniffer watched the conversation on the monitor,her eyes narrow with anticipation,the bullet she had kept close to her for almost a year dancing between her fingers.
Okey dokey folks, I guess Thanksgiving Break isn't a good excuse, but what about Black Friday? 12 hours of straight standing up and taking garbage from angry customers so the newbs didn't have to?
Anywho, a list of NPC's because Dark had to ask...
Men: 16 total
1) Gary, sniper
2)Mace: Satan's Servants member, halon's #2.
3)Mark, sniper
4)Johnathon, sniper
5)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running.
6)Snyder, gunner
7)Theron, gunner
8)Sherman, driver
9)Kyle, gunner
10)Dr. Buckley, the doctor
11)Antoine, an orderlie
12)Jay Jay, Cook
13)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids
14)German(pronounced Herman)
15)Joe, Joseph, mostly cleans the hotel
16) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel
Women, 14 total:
1)Ginger: Halon's girl, well ex-girl after certain revelations.
2)Cali, driver
3)Michelle, driver, antoine's girl
4) Berta, driver
5) Sarah, cook
6)Jenny, sniper
7)Olga, helps clean hotel
8)Maria, takes care of children, married to German.
9)Lisa, teacher
10)Allie, helps Lisa teach, Mark's girl
11)Kara, cook, Ben's girl
12)Harriet, gunner, Stanley's girl
13)Juliet
14)Helen, the super zombie in the freezer.
Kids: 5 total
1)Alexandra, daughter of German and Maria.
2)Thomas, son of Lisa.
3)Steven, son of Michelle and Antoine.
4)MJ, stands for Mark Junior, son of Mark and Allie.
5)Ben, son of Joe and Kara.
halonachos wrote:Okey dokey folks, I guess Thanksgiving Break isn't a good excuse, but what about Black Friday? 12 hours of straight standing up and taking garbage from angry customers so the newbs didn't have to?
Anywho, a list of NPC's because Dark had to ask...
Men: 16 total
1) Gary, sniper
2)Mace: Satan's Servants member, halon's #2.
3)Mark, sniper
4)Johnathon, sniper
5)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running.
6)Snyder, gunner
7)Theron, gunner
8)Sherman, driver
9)Kyle, gunner
10)Dr. Buckley, the doctor
11)Antoine, an orderlie
12)Jay Jay, Cook
13)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids
14)German(pronounced Herman)
15)Joe, Joseph, mostly cleans the hotel
16) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel
Women, 14 total:
1)Ginger: Halon's girl, well ex-girl after certain revelations.
2)Cali, driver
3)Michelle, driver, antoine's girl
4) Berta, driver
5) Sarah, cook
6)Jenny, sniper
7)Olga, helps clean hotel
8)Maria, takes care of children, married to German.
9)Lisa, teacher
10)Allie, helps Lisa teach, Mark's girl
11)Kara, cook, Ben's girl
12)Harriet, gunner, Stanley's girl
13)Juliet
14)Helen, the super zombie in the freezer.
Kids: 5 total
1)Alexandra, daughter of German and Maria.
2)Thomas, son of Lisa.
3)Steven, son of Michelle and Antoine.
4)MJ, stands for Mark Junior, son of Mark and Allie.
5)Ben, son of Joe and Kara.
....And a Partridge in a pear tree ...Holy hell my friend..I thought I had created alot of NPCs...I bow before your collective.
Yes, indeed. Also, this zombie is probably the toughest one yet encountered in this roleplay so far, it seems. I mean to not be crushed by the truck cab, surviving some serious heat and then still out for blood as bad as before.. damn!
Anyway, Silver, I wouldn't worry about going to the "hotel" (besides, that'd contradict your orders).. there'll be plenty of action in Pine Ville soon enough.. (you all know how I do love to reign death and destruction on y'all. And as soon as I find time in my busy life.. you all get the idea..)
IC: Halon looked from the hotel's roof along with two of his snipers.
"That's a lot of gear for a marine." Halon said aloud.
"Could be because there's less marines and more gear." Mark replied looking through his scope.
"Whatever you think, I'll trust you on that one." Halon waved his hand as if to dismiss the idea. "I need to get back down to the lower levels to help entertain our guests before they do something bad to my hotel."
Little did Halon know that Tomb had already put a hole in the wall with his boot. ...............
Halon saw the hole in the wall and fury consumed him like a fat kid consumes cake, messily and quickly.
Halon's rage personified itself by writing a long novel about its appearance and its mission to end the suffering of Halon. The book was 14,000,000 pages long and consisted of no pictures to make the reading easier, it was also so in depth that the book needed to be read twice in order to fully comprehend all of the literature elements inside of the book.
Halon's rage then manifested itself as the book and roared letters and even some two syllable words causing the very foundation of the hotel to shake. The monster book was bound in thick leather and as the NPC's tried to shoot it, the bullets only bounced off. The monster book then proceeded to drown each NPC in a slew of double entendres and red herrings while bits of amazingly accurate aliteration aquired actual arms against all of the NPC's.
Soon, there were no NPC's left in the hotel and only the player characters remained. The first to die was Jennifer, but only because halon hated her for making fun of his magic tanks.
"I'm so sorry, my imagination just couldn't handle the stress of magic tanks!" Jennifer cried as the book launched the APC she was in into that one space nebula that looks like someone is giving the galaxy the finger.
With that Halon realised the monster books' next targets would be his friends so with the speed and efficiency of a high end publisher, halon took out a giant pen and stabbed it through the monster's appendix and index, and even its foreword. The monster book belched letters as it fell to the ground, crushing zombie patrick who had managed to show up from the last RP for some reason.
As the monster book hit the ground, causing the earth to shudder, it exploded into 16,000,000,000 copies of the sparknotes/cliffnotes for the book.
Tombstone picked up one of the cliffnotes and upon reading it, still didn't get the representation of the bourgeoisie as flying bison made out of nutella.
OOCreparing for the event early I think, plus my zombie can beat your zombie any day.
halonachos wrote:IC: Halon looked from the hotel's roof along with two of his snipers.
"That's a lot of gear for a marine." Halon said aloud.
"Could be because there's less marines and more gear." Mark replied looking through his scope.
"Whatever you think, I'll trust you on that one." Halon waved his hand as if to dismiss the idea. "I need to get back down to the lower levels to help entertain our guests before they do something bad to my hotel."
Little did Halon know that Tomb had already put a hole in the wall with his boot.
...............
Halon saw the hole in the wall and fury consumed him like a fat kid consumes cake, messily and quickly.
Halon's rage personified itself by writing a long novel about its appearance and its mission to end the suffering of Halon. The book was 14,000,000 pages long and consisted of no pictures to make the reading easier, it was also so in depth that the book needed to be read twice in order to fully comprehend all of the literature elements inside of the book.
Halon's rage then manifested itself as the book and roared letters and even some two syllable words causing the very foundation of the hotel to shake. The monster book was bound in thick leather and as the NPC's tried to shoot it, the bullets only bounced off. The monster book then proceeded to drown each NPC in a slew of double entendres and red herrings while bits of amazingly accurate aliteration aquired actual arms against all of the NPC's.
Soon, there were no NPC's left in the hotel and only the player characters remained. The first to die was Jennifer, but only because halon hated her for making fun of his magic tanks.
"I'm so sorry, my imagination just couldn't handle the stress of magic tanks!" Jennifer cried as the book launched the APC she was in into that one space nebula that looks like someone is giving the galaxy the finger.
With that Halon realised the monster books' next targets would be his friends so with the speed and efficiency of a high end publisher, halon took out a giant pen and stabbed it through the monster's appendix and index, and even its foreword. The monster book belched letters as it fell to the ground, crushing zombie patrick who had managed to show up from the last RP for some reason.
As the monster book hit the ground, causing the earth to shudder, it exploded into 16,000,000,000 copies of the sparknotes/cliffnotes for the book.
Tombstone picked up one of the cliffnotes and upon reading it, still didn't get the representation of the bourgeoisie as flying bison made out of nutella.
OOCreparing for the event early I think, plus my zombie can beat your zombie any day.
....ahhh,I always enjoy these little peeks into the mind of Halonachos.
"Ahhh, I always end up haunted from these little peeks into the mind of Halonachos. "
IC: Hog woke with a start. It was still early evening. Standing up slowly, Hog glanced around the shop. Still eerily quiet. Since scoping the building out, Hog had found five bodies. Not much of a discovery, especially in the towns. What made the corpses different though, was the fact none had been killed by the undead.
It made it so much worse.
The shop manager, wearing his tie and waistcoat had shot himself through the head, dried gore and gristle smattering the wall adjacent to the exit wound. He probably tried to hold the group together until it became clear that in the horrific new world, the women he had commanded no longer saw him as a leader. A quick examination of the gun, a small pistol, indicated that he'd used his last bullet on himself, and left the women to die.
The bastard.
Another body, a young girl, no older than 17 seemed untouched from his brief analysis. Her staff uniform was similar to the others, but the signs of teenage rebellion were rife. The skirt was just large enough to cover her modesty (Which Hog was very thankful for) and she adorned various pieces of jewellery. Hog began to paint a picture in his head of what must have happened.
They had probably come into work on the day the outbreak began to take route. There had been no real warning, and they must have believed the crap about a 'flu going round.' The young girl had probably only been in the job for a couple of weeks, and was still learning the ropes. The elder shop assistants must have felt no love toward her, being pretty and... well, the new girl had probably wrapped the manager around her finger already. So the outbreak hadn't been retained in the houses for long and the chaos began to spread onto the streets. Being smart, and trusting in the deadlock bolts the manager probably locked the door and got everyone to hide inside the closet for a while. Sensible enough considering.
Hog snorted. (hehe)
The women were terrified, and listened to the manager, who tried to keep them quiet, tried to keep the situation under control. However, as the days wore on, and the horror on the streets passed, and the dead began to move on, it became clear the manager was not the leading type. He would have been to scared to go looking for supplies, and the women wouldn't have kept much more than a packed lunch with them. With their food supply dwindling fast, they probably would have become increasingly hostile toward one another. The group as a whole turned on the new girl, and refused her food.
She'd died of starvation.
By gods, her corpse was emaciated enough. The third body was presumably the eldest of the workers, and also the cashier for the establishment. It was clear the women had gone mad before she had died. Hog had found her corpse propped upright in front of the counter, wearing a cheap linen blouse and knee length skirt, practically hanging off the gangled body. Pinned to her breast was the small tag which stated:
"Hello, I'm Claudia. How may I help you?"
Hog didn't know the cause of death until he'd inched round the back of the counter. Claudia had torn her wrists apart with what he suspected were her own teeth. She'd propper herself up against the counter, and bled to death. What chilled him the most was the grimace she had upon her face. Almost as if she'd smiled the entire time she had been bleeding.
After the pitiful moaning of the new girl had stopped, and she breathed her last breaths, the manager probably found himself overcome with disgust at what they'd done, and shot himself. The other three had panicked, as the sound would have drawn the dead. They'd have hidden in the closet again, and prayed that they wouldn't get found.
It was in the closet, Hog found the fourth body. A women of maybe late 30s, early 40s. Her hair was died platinum blonde, and streaked with dark auburn. It was the little things Hog found himself focusing on. After all, he tried not to look at how she had died, as it disturbed even him.
Hiding inside the closet, scared, haunted and bordering on the edges of sanity, they had dreaded the moment the dull thumping of hands on glass started. When it did, one of them, the weaker of the remaining three began to scream in terror, in fright. Hysterical braying probably attracted more of the dead, and thus, increased her vocalisation. The other two tried to comfort her, tried to quieten her, but it had no use. In the end she had been throttled to death with a cable from a vacuum cleaner.
It was still coiled around her plump neck, and her body, though somewhat dessicated from the ravages of time was still squishy. Probably in the cool dark of the closet, the bodies process of bio degrading had been slowed. Hog could even make out the constricted veins snaking their way up her neck, and even see the burst blood vessels on her now dried eyeballs. Her face was the colour of freshly washed plums, and made Hogs stomach turn to look upon.
The last body Hog found before he slipped into a troubled sleep was probably the last, or the second last to die. It was a toss up between Claudia and the new body. A Comparatively mild death compared to the rest, the women, had stabbed herself through the heart with a letter opener. Her body had almost completely wasted away, on account of her position of death being in front of the large glass windows. Day after day of the sun baking down upon her corpse had reduced it practically to dust.
Either way, Hog hadn't been able to sleep with Claudia and the rest of the staff dead where they were, so he'd quite unceremoniously thrown them into a closet, and locked the door.
He didn't quite no why he felt the need to bolt the door, but something about the demeanour of the bodies had ruffled his feathers.
Waking now, Hog heard a faint scratching noise. His heart froze in his body, and he glanced furtively toward the closet door. The sound wasn't coming from there. In the misty light washing through the translucent windows, things were seen now that he didn't see in the pitch black. Namely, a staircase going upstairs.
An area he hadn't searched. An area where the noise was coming from.
Tombstone lit a cigarette staring at Hardie,for some reason he had a bad feeling about this guy,he just couldn't figure out what it was.
"Well Sergent Hardie" The biker said " As Halon hasn't arrived to greet you yet,perhaps you'd like to take your men and grab some chow."
Hardie paused a moment,seeming to debate with himself briefly,then nodded " That would be good Mr.Tombstone" the man said " We've had nothing but MREs for several days now...so a decent meal would be nice."
Tombstone nodded and waved one of Halons security men over " Would you be kind enough to show the Sergent and his men to the cafeteria and see they get a hot meal?" the biker asked .
" Sure thing." The security officer said " And I'll see to it Mr.Halon is notified of your arrival Sergent...I'm certain he'll be anxious to talk with you."
Hardie and his men followed the security officer,and Woolly started to follow,Tombstone placed a hand on Woollies beefy shoulder,halting the huge biker.
"What's wrong Stone?" Woolly asked puzzled.
" I know your ex-marines Woolly..Semper Fi and all that" Tombstone said "But..I don't trust that guy" The biker said gesturing to Hardie " and I want you to keep your senses about you when your dealing with him."
" I don't get you Stone" Woolly said genuinely confused " Hardies a stand up guy...why wouldn't you trust him?"
" We don't fthing know gak about him...or his men Woolly." Tombstone spat " And I'm not going to simply put my trust into someone just because they have a flag pinned to their arm" the biker sighed and shook his head " Just trust me on this one Woolly...keep your head straight when you deal with them."
The big biker nodded "Ok Stone..no problem."
Tombstone hoped he could count on Woolly to keep his word,they'd been friends for years,but he knew the man got a little absent minded when it came to issues concerning the military.
" C'mon man" Tombstone said slapping Woolly on his back, "I'll buy you a beer."
The two Bikers headed back into the Hotel,the rest of the Satans Servants following.
Upon entering the Hotel,Tombstone opted to avoid the cafeteria,he didn't feel like dealing with Hardies pleasantries at the moment,so instead lead his group into a small bar at the other end of the Hotel,inside they found a lone young woman behind the bar and another older lady having a drink at a table.
" Nice and quite." Tombstone thought to himself as the bikers assembled at a large center table and called for the young woman to kindly bring a few pitchers of beer.
T-Rex strolled over to the jukebox in the corner and begin pushing buttons,a moment later the bar filled with the sounds of The Rolling Stones "Sympathy for the Devil"
Tombstone sipped his beer and thought to himself " Looking around you'd never think it was the end of the world."
"Ahhh, I always end up haunted from these little peeks into the mind of Halonachos. "
You're one to talk Mr. Forensic Examiner.
Anywho, that's my one silly post before we get wiped out by Darkvoid. I also sense that he might have been listening to too much Metallica when he came up with this idea.
"Ahhh, I always end up haunted from these little peeks into the mind of Halonachos. "
You're one to talk Mr. Forensic Examiner.
Anywho, that's my one silly post before we get wiped out by Darkvoid. I also sense that he might have been listening to too much Metallica when he came up with this idea.
Tombstone refilled his glass from the pitcher,sipped his beer,lit a cigarette and leaned closer to the table.
Several things were troubling the biker,and he wanted to discuss them.particularly with Deadman,Tasha and Woolly.
Roadkill was busily telling the tale of how the commune fell to most of the assembled bikers,and T-Rex was off at the bar attempting to convince the young woman behind it that they should get to know one another better,so Tombstone had no trouble talking to the select three privately.
" I want all our people fully strapped" Tombstone said " I'm getting some really bad vibes...and until I can figure out why..I want everyone fully armed and toting extra ammo."
Woolly nodded " Well..considering all the walkers we saw coming in...that makes sense." The huge biker drained his beer " It won't surprise me if a whole swarm of those things show up soon."
Tombstone blew out smoke and looked at Woolly "It's not just the dead heads I'm concerned with..I want my people ready for ...anything."
Deadman nodded.
" I'm also worried about Keira" Tombstone said " I don't like it that she's wandering around by herself in here...I think we need to ask her to stay close to us...for safeties sake."
Tasha nodded and smiled " Hmmm,the vicious Tombstone has a heart..touching."
Tombstone glared at Tasha " Keira is my friend..we went through alot together and I care what happens to her."
Tasha stammered taking Tombstones hand " Hey,I was just joking Stone...I like her too...and I think your right...we need to look out for her."
Tombstone nodded.
"We also need to speak to Halon" Tombstone continued " Make sure his men keep an eye on Hardie and his bunch...just in case."
Deadman nodded " I think that's a really good idea...there's something about them..." the biker trailed off.
" Right then" Tombstone said " Tasha come with me to go speak with Keira...Deadman,you take a few of the boys and gather up ammo and assault riffles from the hummers...we'll meet back here in a half hour or so."
Tombstone and Tasha headed off to locate Keira as Deadman and Woolly went to gather supplies.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:So.. let me get this straight. Y'all want an event?
I could do with a bit of Dark induced mayhem...but others may still want to get in an RP before you "drop the hammer."....
In fact...I could stand to tie up a loose end or two myself.
Deadman and Woolly walked into the parking garage and were soon rummaging through the rears of the two Hummers.
Selecting various assault riffles,a few select SMGs and an ample cache of ammo pouches,the two bikers quickly returned to the dimly lit bar.
Inside,the weapons and ammo were distributed amongst the assembled Satans Servants,each taking the time to lock and load and sling various ammo pouches.
The young woman behind the bar looked nervously at the group of bikers,who appeared to her to be preparing for war.
" No need to fret beautiful" T-Rex smiled at the woman as he inspected a magazine and slapped it home into an AK-47 " We just live by the boy scout motto...be prepared."
Deadman quickly surveyed the men,looked like they were all loaded for bear,he nodded his approval.
"Right"the biker said " Now let's go link up with Stone."
IC: Sitting on the floor, things seemed so simple. Down here, there were no signs that the world had ended, no evidence of the burdens she had to carry with her everyday. Floor tiles were floor tiles. They had no ulterior motives. They didn't knife you in the back, they didn't judge you. F*ck, they probably welcomed you in for a cup of tea and a biscuit.
Keira giggled mildly to herself at the thought.
No, tiles were bad. Things got spilt on them, and it could be cleaned away as if it never happened! How is that a good example of humanity? Everything should retain the scars of life, even Mr and Mrs Tile of 34 Laminate lane! Keira was angry now, and she lashed out with her fist, punching the floor hard, and receiving only torn skin. Sucking her knuckles thoughtfully, Keira reached for her gun...
Joseph had finished replacing the sheets in the hospital ward with Dr Buckley. It had taken quite a lot out of them lifting the deceased Biker's body and placing it in a body bag. Now Joseph was lounging against the wall, reading to himself from a pocket bible. Buckley had pulled his white coat off, rolled up his sleeves and was sitting at his desk, writing up a synopsis of how One Eye had died. It was his firm belief that things should stay ordered, and what was a few sheets of paper a week wasted? This was how they were when they first heard the gunshots.
Buckley rolled his eyes, and massaged his temples.
"You go see what happened, I'll prepare for theatre." he said, as he rearranged his tie, and reached for his coat.
Joseph nodded slightly, and, pocketing his reading material, he jogged out of the hospital to assess the damage. It had fallen to him as part of his job to help out with surgery, or at least act as a paramedic. He didn't have any medical knowledge to speak of, but he'd never been squeamish, and was happy to help. So, preparing himself mentally for the sight of a gunfight, he did not expect what he found in the corridor.
The new girl, Keira was it? She was laughing, apparently to the world in general. The floor was littered with maybe thirteen bullet casings, and the floor in front oh her was riddled with bullet holes. Keira was cackling away hysterically, occasionally pointing and trying to shoot the floor. With no more bullets in the mag, it wasn't apparently happening, but...
Well, suffice to day, she hadn't noticed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled, his voice hoarse from last night's argument with a friend. The words stuck in his throat, and he let out a wet hacking cough at the end of his outburst.
Keira, still giggling, turned the gun on him, and fired away. He flinched automatically, despite knowing there were no bullets in the weapon. Anger boiled up inside and he stalked over to her, his iron capped boots knocking the bullet casings away with a tiny 'plink' noise. He reached out and wrenched the gun out of her hand, and turned to go. With a second thought, he spun on his heel, and slapped her across the face with the back of his hand.
The laughter stopped.
Tombstone heard a staccato of gunfire from halfway across the hotel. Hell, in the enclosed space, everyone heard it. Only he recognised the gun though, and it made his bowels run cold. He'd used a HK MP5SD a couple of times before, and it's deep bass bark (guessing here people!) was easily recognised. He broke into a sprint before most people had even turned toward the source of the sound, and was in the corridor a minute ahead of everyone else.
Keira was viscously kicking a pile of clothes on the floor, screaming profanities, and spitting.
But it wasn't clothes.
It was a person.
OOC: Hope you didn't mind me ninja'ing you there a bit Fitzz
Halon had heard the gunshots and instantly thought something had happened between Patrick and all or some of the bikers.
"Feth me," Halon thought as he ran to where he thought the shots had come from. "why does this have to happen now?"
"Stay in your rooms." Halon said as he ran down the hall and noticed some of the survivors peeping out to see what was going on.
He came downstairs to see Tombstone restraining Keira and several others looking at a person laying on the floor.
Tomb's face was bloody and it was evident that he had either been punched in the nose or Keira had knocked her head into his face.
Halon also saw Patrick standing still, not wanting to interfere with the situation.
"When I said be like her, I meant not like this." Halon said to Patrick before turning his attention back to Keira. "Go tell Dr. Buckley to get some happy pills or something for Keira, looks like she needs them."
Patrick walked out the door to go tell the doc what was needed, "Okay, but I'm not going to be the one injecting her or anything. It might make the biker angry again and it doesn't look like you would want that."
Halon had a worried look on his face and watched as Tomb continued to struggle to hold Keira.
Halon saw the bullet holes and casings, he saw the body on the ground, he saw a rampaging Keira, and he wanted to just stop it all. He soon had a syringe filled with a sedative in his hand courtesy of Patrick and Dr. Buckley.
Halon walked quickly over to Tomb and Keira and grabbed one of Keira's arms, trying to locate a vein.
"What are you doing?" Tomb grunted to Halon as Halon struggled to keep Keira's arm still.
"It's a sedative." Halon returned while Keira kept screaming and shouting. "I'm going to knock her out with it."
Halon found a vein, made sure there were no air bubbles in the syringe, and put it into Keira's arm. Keira flinched and caused Halon to lose his grip and the syringe fell out of her arm with only a part of the dose delivered to knock her out.
Keira began to calm down and slowly entered a near subconscious state before she stopped swearing.
"She asleep?" Tomb asked Halon.
"I think so," Halon said looking at the syringe laying on the ground, "what the hell happened here anyways?"
"You know about as much as I do brother." Tomb replied while he still supported Keira. "Let's get her to a couch or something now."
Keira was still awake, but very tired and relaxed. She didn't have a care in the world at the moment and couldn't feel anything either. She imagined if this is what it was like to be high.
FITZZ wrote:
" I want all our people fully strapped" Tombstone said
for some reason i always imagined everybody carring a gun at least my marines will be.
Also my town is on sky News abou the snow, we've had 17 inches and are going to get more tonight
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the Satan lead the Marines through the hotel carpark and up into the lobby, their guide walked past the reseption, which had been reinforced with a heavy machine gun looking out over the main enterance, the satans Servent stopped next to what used to be a cloakroom.
"we'd like you to put all your guns in here, for security, you know how it is" the satan said to one of the Marines.
he was just about to say something rude to the marine when Hardie stepped in front of him, "nobody touches our guns and they never leave our sight, If anybody has a problem with this they can talk to me."
He closed the door with his foot and caried walking towards the Cafeteria. the biker went to follow them but just walked away, muttering to himself. The Soilders walked to one of the larger tables and pulled a load of chairs round it. Hardie went up to the server and asked for 9 bottles of beer, bringing them back on a tray, they all took one and started to make smalltalk.
the were talking round the table for around 5 minutes before a load of Satans came in with armfulls of guns and started distributing them to the people sitting around them.
"hey, sir, look over there, looks like they're prepairing for trouble" Hitman said
"Or they think the trouble is sitting in having beers round a table" Hardie replied quietly
"Us?" hitman said inquisitvely "they don't even know us yet"
"precisly, would you trust two amtracks full of heavily armed dudes just appering at your door"
"well if you put it that way" Hitman replyed, downing his beer "we just need to take it easy"
Basically all the bikers were armed with hand guns and SMGs when they entered the hotel for the first time.
When Tombstone gave the order to go fully strapped,he was indicating he wanted his men to arm themselves with assault riffles as well and to insure they all had enough ammo for a sustained fire fight if need be.
Also,Tombstone and the rest of the bikers aren't in the cafeteria with Hardie and his men,,they are in a small bar room at the other end of the hotel...or at least they all were until the shooting started.
OOC:..I'm going to attempt to RP a "blend" into the events that occurred in the med center..
BIC:
Tombstone and Tasha had entered the hallway leading to the med center when they heard the shots, "Keira" the biker thought to himself and raced off down the hallway.
Rushing through the double doors,Tombstone froze...Keira had gone berserk and was stomping a man,who Tombstone recognized as the orderly he had had words with earlier.
Keira was unleashing a steady torrent of profanity as she rained kick after powerful kick into the mans face and body,Tombstone grinned a bit at this,,but realized he'd better get Keira under control before she killed this poor bastard.
" Keira...babe..let him be..you've beat his ass enough" Tombstone said as he advanced on the woman,but with an adders speed,Keira lashed out,punching Tombstone squarely in the nose.
The biker staggered back,blood flowing freely,he laughed to himself a bit.." I forgot how hard that girl can punch " remembering the incident from a year earlier.
Tombstone came in low,grabbing Keiras arms and pulling her close,her back to him,the woman kicked and screamed,thrashing powerfully...it was all the biker could do to haul he back from the bleeding man on the floor.
Dr. Buckley entered the room and gasped when he saw the bedlam that had erupted " She should be restrained!!" the Dr. yelled, Keiras eyes fixed on the man and she let out a primal roar.
" You better fade bud" Tombstone said with a laugh " She doesn't seem to like you very much."
Dr. Buckley stammered something about proper working conditions and disappeared into the back room.
Tombstone did his best to calm Keira,whispering over and over to her " Your going to be ok...I won't let anyone hurt you ..ever."
The rest of the Satans Servants burst into the room,led by Tasha,the group of bikers froze,attempting to let Tombstone handle the situation.
A moment later Halon and Patrick entered the room,Halon quickly spoke to Patrick and the man disappeared into the back room,returning a few moments later with a syringe and handing it to Halon.
Tombstone flinched as Halon administered the sedative to Keira,he didn't care for the idea of doping the woman up...but allowed Halon to proceed.
Momentarily Keira seemed to calm and Halon asked Tombstone what had happened.
" You know about as much as I do brother" The biker answered as Keira begin to go limp in his arms." Let's get her to a couch or something."
Tombstone gently picked Keira up cradling her in his arms and exited the room and crossed the hallway into what appeared to be a small waiting room or lounge with two large couches inside.
The biker gently lay Keira down on one of the couches,and knelt at her side stroking her brow " You'll be ok..I'm not going to let anything happen to you" the biker said to her.
He turned to see all of his men,and Tasha had followed him into the lounge,Halon entered a moment later.
" Tomb really...what the hell is going on." Halon asked.
Tombstone looked at Halon shaking his head " I really don't know bro...but I intend to find out."
And so Keira is out of the Rp for maybe a day whilst she sleeps it off.
Backup character, GO!
IC:
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Hog had frozen where he had been standing, and was staring intently at the shadowed steps, trying to discern the cause of the incessant scratching. As it became apparent that whatever the source of the noise was, it wasn't going to come to him.
He quickly checked his clip, and satisfied he had enough shells to take down anything smaller than a mutant, Hog began to creep forward, inch by inch. As he got a better view of the stairwell, it became clear that there was someone sitting on their haunches at the bottom of the staircase.
Hear leaping, Hog fired first, and checked later. The creature was lifted from the ground and smashed to pieces on the staircase. Hog moved quickly over and picked up a plastic limb. A mannequin.
Laughing softly to himself, Hog looked up the staircase, and into the inky blackness above.
"F*ck this, it ain't worth it." he muttered, and he slowly stepped away from the staircase, and settled with waiting for dawn, and the sunlight it would bring, along with his bravery...
I would say that her being slapped triggered an older memory of her being slapped by hog. She just snapped and went crazy, which Halon envys at the moment.
"Know what?" Halon said to Tomb while thinking about what to say next, "I really don't want them here. I don't know them, and there's already hell going on right now without them."
Tomb looked at Halon trying to understand whether Halon was acting off of his own impulses or if he had been scared by Tomb's thoughts.
"There's two of 'em in the bar still." Tomb said smiling.
Halon walked to the bar and spotted the two marines rather quickly.
"You guys from those armored vehicles?" Halon asked while sitting across from them.
"Yes," Hardie replied, "and who might you be?"
"Name's Halon, sole proprieter and owner of this hotel." Halon began and waved his arm around to emphasize the fact that he owned everything in 360 degrees of them.
"Oh, so you're Halon huh?" Hardie replied, "Bikers have been talking about you, seems like you're the head honcho."
"Yep, sure does." Halon replied folding his hands on his lap, "And the truth is I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone I don't want to."
"You're saying you don't want us here?" Hardie replied almost smiling.
"Smart for a marine." Halon replied, "But yeah, that's the basic idea."
"So you're turning the US military away?" Hardie could almost laugh at the idea. "You prefer the russians or something?"
"Nope, just don't want you in my hotel right now, we have some issues going on as you probably heard earlier." Halon's smile faded away as he became incredibly serious. "If you don't want to leave I can make you leave."
Hardie put his beer on the table, still unfinished and motioned for his friend to follow him out.
Halon watched as they left the hotel and entered their armored vehicles.
"You're friend Halon's not very hospitable." Hardie told Jennifer.
"You think they suspect anything?" Jennifer asked.
"Hard to tell, he said that there was a lot of 'domestic issues' going on so he wanted us to leave," Hardie continued, "but he said he would force us to leave if we didn't want to."
"So it seems that Halon's not like Halon." Jennifer thought as she messed with the bullet around her neck. "What do you think about the others in the hotel?"
"A lot of untrained gun nuts probably." Hardie replied looking towards the hatch, "that's what makes 'em dangerous."
OOC: Just letting you know, Halon's not aware that the guys aren't marines, he just really doesn't want to deal with another group being infused with them all of a sudden.
Basically, he's unaware but tired of the crap that's been happening.
By the way, Halonachos, could you draw up some sort of crude floor-plan or representation of the Hotel and its surrounding area? It'd be pretty damned useful if I do, which I probably will, have to organise an event in all the confusion. We are cracking about a page and a half a night every other day at the moment it seems.
It'll be hard to create a floor plan using anything on my computer.
If you've played fallout 3 and seen tenpenny towers, it's a lot similar to that in terms of floor plan.
Lobby is the center of course and when you enter; the doors to the garage and the door to the basement are on the left. To the right is the door to the cafeteria with a small room for the bar.
The direct back has a line of three elevators that don't work and there are stairs to the far left back and far right back that go to every level of the hotel.
The hotel is 15 stories tall with 10 large rooms on each floor save for the top floor which holds the presidential suite. The entire hotel has been cleared of zombies and only the rooms on the first three floors are being used to sleep in. The rest of the rooms are cleared and have every door in them opened just in case.
There are 30 flights of stairs all together(two per floor) in each stairwell. The roof of the hotel has bags of concrete lined around the edges and all of the neat little gargoyles on the roof of the hotel have been knocked off.
The garage was a normal parking garage, but the gaps in between levels were sealed with wood and rebar and the entrance widened to let the tanks pass through, the entrance has a metal sliding gate in place to close it off.
The hotel itself is surrounded by 15ft tall concrete walls reinforced with rebar and the metal gate at the entrance is a bus with sheet metal welded to the side.
Across the street from the entrance are two gas stations, one with a convenience store, and the rest of the buildings surrounding the hotel are either business offices or other hotels that have had their entrances sealed by Halon and his group to prevent anything inside of them from coming out.
In the garage are two remaining tanks, 1 hummer, and 3 4x4's plus whatever Tomb's group brought. The garage itself is 3 stories tall with an additional floor underground. Ammo for the tanks is kept underground while all fuel is kept on the second floor of the garage to let the fumes escape.
The basement is mostly empty save for a chair and restraining devices(ie, the collars attached to a stick used by animal control). The large freezer with Helen in it is also in the basement. All food is stored in the cafeteria's smaller freezers.
Coming in from the main gate, the garage is on the left hand side while the right hand side is open space. All refuse is dumped in the back of the hotel in several dumpsters or taken elsewhere for dumping(ie, outside of the compound's walls.). There is also a small watchtower made out of wood to the left of the entrance.
The hotel itself is gray in color due to the fact that it has not been washed in over a year, there is a large electric sign that says "HI" after the other letters were removed from it. The windows on the first floor have been boarded up and the curtains on all of the floors above the third are open to let light in with windows on every other floor open to let air in, save for the rear windows above the dumpsters.
ah who am I fooling. Dark, you can kill my character. Or turn him into an NPC character. I just don't have the time to ropleplay, for the exams are coming up. And I don't want to read trough twenty pages only to catch up with the story.
Sorry to bother you guys with my character in the first place.
(Oh and Dark, I just completed Tenpenny tower for the second time, but this time I killed the ghouls. But it's more fun to let the ghouls rampage. Just sharing... )
Tenpenny Tower, the only one where you can't really win.
One way you're a rascist another you're a murderer and the other way you just didn't know about the murder being planned.
I tried to get them to get along, but no they just had to kill Herbert Daring Dashwood. Now no one lives in tenpenny, not even me.
Actually, you can win. The ghoul mask makes going through most of the derelict buildings and the underground that much easier, except underground old olney in which case the difficulty bar makes it easier.
Scrazza wrote:ah who am I fooling. Dark, you can kill my character. Or turn him into an NPC character. I just don't have the time to ropleplay, for the exams are coming up. And I don't want to read trough twenty pages only to catch up with the story.
Sorry to bother you guys with my character in the first place.
(Oh and Dark, I just completed Tenpenny tower for the second time, but this time I killed the ghouls. But it's more fun to let the ghouls rampage. Just sharing... )
Is it too late for me to join? If I can join then:
Name: Falco Zax Age: 18 Height: 6'0 Personality: Quiet, very secretive Appearance: Covers face with a skull mask found when he was 17, tattered hoody and camo trousers. Spikey blonde hair shown just above mask. Equipment: Knife, sniper rifle, M9, first aid supplies, grenades. Skills: Deadly marksman, and skillful with a blade, stealthy. History: Was born into a homeless family, parents were killed in a hobo fight, decided to scavenge and steal anything he needed, whatever he wants he manages to find. Always manages to cause trouble and then run away without being seen. Always manages to snipe zombies before they get close. Other: Only talks to people when spoken to. Always wears mask with hood up.
Scrazza wrote:ah who am I fooling. Dark, you can kill my character. Or turn him into an NPC character. I just don't have the time to ropleplay, for the exams are coming up. And I don't want to read trough twenty pages only to catch up with the story.
Sorry to bother you guys with my character in the first place.
(Oh and Dark, I just completed Tenpenny tower for the second time, but this time I killed the ghouls. But it's more fun to let the ghouls rampage. Just sharing... )
Consider it done.
done what? are you killing my character or turning him into a NPC character?
Scrazza wrote:ah who am I fooling. Dark, you can kill my character. Or turn him into an NPC character. I just don't have the time to ropleplay, for the exams are coming up. And I don't want to read trough twenty pages only to catch up with the story.
Sorry to bother you guys with my character in the first place.
(Oh and Dark, I just completed Tenpenny tower for the second time, but this time I killed the ghouls. But it's more fun to let the ghouls rampage. Just sharing... )
Consider it done.
done what? are you killing my character or turning him into a NPC character?
I think we may need to have a funeral for your character, unfortunately it may be closed-casket after dark's done with him.
I hear that, exams make having a social life or doing something fun nearly impossible. I have 3 exams next week and 1 the week after myself so if I don't pop on over the weekend you know why dark.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Is it too late for me to join?
If I can join then:
Name: Falco Zax
Age: 19
Height: 6'0
Personality: Quiet, very secretive
Appearance: Covers face with a skull mask found when he was 17, tattered hoody and camo trousers.
Equipment: Knife, sniper rifle, M9, first aid supplies, grenades.
Skills: Deadly marksman, and skillful with a blade, stealthy.
History: Was born into a homeless family, parents were killed in a hobo fight, decided to scavenge and steal anything he needed, whatever he wants he manages to find. Always manages to cause trouble and then run away without being seen. Always manages to snipe zombies before they get close.
Other: Only talks to people when spoken to. Always wears mask with hood up.
What kind of sniper rifle, and how did we learn to shoot it? Not just anyone can use a sniper rifle.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Is it too late for me to join?
If I can join then:
Name: Falco Zax
Age: 19
Height: 6'0
Personality: Quiet, very secretive
Appearance: Covers face with a skull mask found when he was 17, tattered hoody and camo trousers.
Equipment: Knife, sniper rifle, M9, first aid supplies, grenades.
Skills: Deadly marksman, and skillful with a blade, stealthy.
History: Was born into a homeless family, parents were killed in a hobo fight, decided to scavenge and steal anything he needed, whatever he wants he manages to find. Always manages to cause trouble and then run away without being seen. Always manages to snipe zombies before they get close.
Other: Only talks to people when spoken to. Always wears mask with hood up.
What kind of sniper rifle, and how did we learn to shoot it? Not just anyone can use a sniper rifle.
Ssshhhhh, he's a hobo with a sniper rifle we better do as he says.
Also, even though it may be a tad unbelievable every character pretty much is. If the only thing making this magic hobo unrealistic is the fact that he knows how to use a sniper rifle its a pretty good character, but yes what kind of sniper rifle? Oh and you need to ask Dark for his super official okey-dokey stamp.(Not for you to keep, but for him to stamp you with)
Tombstone re entered the lounge where Keira lay dozing,and took a seat on the couch across from her,the woman opened her eyes and offered the biker a small smile before she drifted off again.
Tombstone closed his eyes,feeling a deep weariness wash over him,fatigue and exhaustion were beginning to take their tole and the biker drifted off into a troubled sleep.
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An hour later Tombstone woke with a start,in his dreams he'd seen the faces of Daisy,One Eye and Medicine Man,behind them were those lost in the disaster at the commune...they were all screaming in torment "You let us die!! YOU LET US DIE!!!",the apparitions of those he loved condemning him,twisting and writhing,their flesh splitting and rotting from their bones as they transformed into the walking dead..." You let us die!!YOU LET US DIE!!!" The horde that had been his world moaned as they had closed in around him..." I TRUSTED YOU!!..I LOVED YOU!!...AND YOU LET ME DIE!!!" Daisy screamed,her eyes erupting into rancid pools and spilling down her cheeks ,her clawed hands rising to embrace him.."YOU LET ME DIE!!!"
The Biker trembled,shaking his head violently to force away the visions in his head,he reached out and grabbed a bottle of water from an end table and splashed the contents over his head forcing himself awake.
Tombstones eyes fixed on the wall in front of him,the anguish of the dream slowly passing...
The biker rose to his feet,glancing down at Keira to make sure she was ok,he exited the lounge finding Tasha and Deadman talking with the other bikers near the end of the hallway.
Halon looked at Tomb and Keira, both of them were sleeping. It was understandable for Keira to be sleeping after being doped up and Tomb had suffered a lot of losses recently, but damn did Halon envy them.
This was his hotel and it was his decision to head back here. Now he had an unstable old friend, an unstable new friend, a biker angry at his new unstable friend, and now some marines at his front door with armored vehicles.
"What next, russians?" Halon thought to himself as he studied a bottle of scotch. He quickly took a swig and then another before his throat burned too much and he coughed a little bit.
"Just a bit more." he thought as he continued to drink the scotch.
"Whoah, whoah, easy there Halon." Kara said as she took away the bottle of scotch.
"But I want it..." Halon replied partially buzzed from the little he had drank.
"I always thought you were a lightweight." Kara said replacing the scotch with some pepsi they had found a week earlier.
"Why can't I get drunk?" Halon said "I waited 21 whole years before drinking and now I can't?"
"Yep, you're the one in charge and the one who brought those people with you. You know they chick who shot up the place and the biker who put the hole in the wall." she responded while looking at Halon and leaning on the counter.
"Yeah, yeah fine." Halon almost sulked, "It's just that it sucks."
There was a brief silence.
"Someone put a whole in the wall?" Halon suddenly asked.
"Yeah, over there." Kara said while turning Halon's head with her hand.
"Damn it, I liked that wall without the hole." Halon said before downing his soda.
"I think we all did big guy." Kara replied while watching Halon and wondering what he was thinking.
What she didn't know was that Halon wasn't thinking, for the first time in awhile he wasn't thinking at all. He almost liked it, the hole in the wall didn't matter, the marines didn't matter, nothing mattered for a bit.
"You know, they're out there talking now." Kara said returning Halon to the world.
"Good to know, I'll get Tomb to fix the wall then." Halon nodded and stumbled off to tell Tomb to patch the wall as if it was the most important thing in the world.
Tasha eyed Tombstone as he approached the group,the man looked positively haunted to her,she supposed that only made sense after everything that had gone down lately,still...the anger smoldering in the bikers eyes concerned her.
" You feeling ok Stone?" she ask.
Tombstone said nothing for a moment,simply lighting a cigarette and staring at the wall,eventually he looked at Tasha " No Tash..I'm pretty fething far from ok...but I'll survive." the biker replied.
Tasha nodded,not wanting to push the issue.
Deadman cleared his throat " Stone...not to add to your worries man...but Woolly and I have been discussing something."
" Don't spare my feelings" Tombstone laughed blowing out smoke " What's on ya'lls minds"
Woolly looked at Tombstone for a moment and spoke " I was just thinking...if your buddy Halon throws Hardie and his boys out...they might get ...offended"
" So what!?" Tombstone said.
" I think Woolly means to say they may become vengefully offended." Deadman interjected.
Tombstone nodded " Ok so they become vengefully offended...what could they possibly do...between us and Halons men we can sure match 'em in a fire fight."
" The wall Stone.." Woolly said
" Wall?" Tombstone said
" They could blow the wall around this Hotel...or at least put a huge hole in it" Woolly said nodding " Standard load out in any squad is going to include enough Demolitions to bring a huge section of that wall down...not to mention they probably have at least one anti-tank weapon...probably more."
Tombstone froze,that wall was all that stood between all the people in this Hotel and the possible hordes of walkers that were probably headed this way.
" Feth me" Tombstone whispered.
"Exactly." Deadman nodded " You should talk to your buddy Halon."
As if on cue Halon appeared,entering through the double doors,he seemed slightly irritated " Tomb...we need to talk man...I heard you kicked a hole in one of my walls."
Tombstone paused,the irony of the situation striking him as quite funny,he glanced at Halon and smiled " Funny...I was just on my way to discus walls and holes with you."
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Is it too late for me to join?
If I can join then:
Name: Falco Zax
Age: 19
Height: 6'0
Personality: Quiet, very secretive
Appearance: Covers face with a skull mask found when he was 17, tattered hoody and camo trousers.
Equipment: Knife, sniper rifle, M9, first aid supplies, grenades.
Skills: Deadly marksman, and skillful with a blade, stealthy.
History: Was born into a homeless family, parents were killed in a hobo fight, decided to scavenge and steal anything he needed, whatever he wants he manages to find. Always manages to cause trouble and then run away without being seen. Always manages to snipe zombies before they get close. His father had been a sniper in the Afghan forces, however he was 'let off' because of injuries and without the ability to work anymore the family ended up on the street. However, he did manage to teach Falco a few of the skills he had honed in a warzone. Other: Only talks to people when spoken to. Always wears mask with hood up.
Here you go:
Chillax guys, I practically invited him here.
But, as per my policy, I must ask that you read the rest of the thread before posting in-character, Kais.
Heck, it's long and tedious - but it'll be worth it, my friend. (Besides, you don't have to read it all in one go!)
Thick oily smoke danced and drifted on the wind between the two figures as they lashed out at each other in pure primal fury. A balled fist powered by a muscled monster just barely missed Saunders face as he ducked and weaved out of its way and countered with a clawed slash which found home on the things shoulder rending a fresh gash in its charred, rotting flesh.
The creature howled in pain and reversed its swing and flung a backhanded blow at its enemy. Saunders was not quick enough to counter this sudden attack and it landed square in his chest sending him flying backwards several feet. He landed on his back sending up a small cloud of dust and without missing a beat, the monster jumped high into the air with a clenched fist raised high over its head. Saunders saw this with his blazing orange eyes and did a combat roll to his left just in time to miss the giant fist which with as it made contact with the ground produced a mighty thud and cracked the asphalt.
The creature was hunched over and Saunders saw an opening. With a mighty cry he leapt onto the creatures back and wrapped his legs as best he could around it. With a lightning fast windmill action, he slashed back and forth across the creatures shoulders and back with his claws rending down to the bone sending chunks of rotted and charred flesh flying in all directions. Trying as hard as it could, it still took the creature a few moments to shake its assailant off of its back.
Reaching up over its mangled shoulder, the creature managed to grab a hold of Saunders and with a mighty grunt it chucked him like a rag doll toward an abandoned two door sedan. Saunders impacted the front windshield shattering it into a million pieces and passed through it. He hit the drivers seat and it buckled backwards from the impact and he came to rest on his side on the back seat. Blood could be seen seeping through the many fresh cuts on his back.
The hulking mass smiled at seeing its prey confined inside the car and lurched forward eager to end the fight. The car shook violently as the creature clambered onto the food and tried to squeeze its was inside at its prey.
With little effort, Saunders sent a fist through the cars rear window and slowly pulled himself out of the back onto the trunk. The creature roared at seeing its prey escaping and forced its way deep into the car, its roof bending around its crispy form as it attempted to grab hold of him. Saunders stepped off the trunk of the car and turned around to face the creature which because of its horrendous wounds on its shoulders was now too weak to get out of its current position and was trapped.
Walking over to a speed limit sign, Saunders grabbed its metal pole with both hands and heaved upward. The ground at the base lifted up and suddenly gave way revealing a dirt covered concrete base. Spinning around he walked back over to the car where the creature was roaring in rage at being trapped against its will. Its head and shoulders were exposed out of the broken back window and it was staring at Saunders as he swung the concrete stub high over head.
He paused for just a moment looking down at the creature before bringing the concrete down square on its decaying head with a bone crunching wet splat sending skull fragments and brain matter spraying out in all directions like a squashed watermelon. Roaring in anger he repeated this process several more times for good measure before flinging the blood encrusted tool of destruction off into the ditch.
Saunders fell to one knee as he started to succumb to his many wounds that were inflicted during the fight. He was breathing hard with blood running down his face dripping off his chin. He looked up, his vision swam as he looked at the countless walkers that were bathed in the purifying flames. Out of the flames walked a figure untouched by the extreme heat. The clean shaven man with a close trimmed haircut and wearing a set a digital combat fatigues walked over and stood just a few scant feet in front of him and looked down upon him.
"Well done ol boy." he said to him as he smiled revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.
Saunders tilted his head and looked up at himself. He closed his eyes and with a sigh gave in and collapsed onto the ground.
No, no, no if Shas'ui wants a sniper rifle its going to be a barret .50cal. That way he can shoot and doesn't afraind of anything.
IC:
"They want to put a hole in my wall too?" Halon asked in a shocked and childlike manner.
"They might." Tomb replied.
"Well I say we put a hole in their walls first... wait they don't have any walls with them." Halon thought for a second before continuing, "We'll put holes in them first."
"They have explosives though, how many do you have?" Tomb asked.
"A lot." Halon overemphasized, "Wait I haven't shown you the entire hotel yet so you don't know yet."
*Cue montage*
"These are the last two tanks we have" Halon said while Tomb looked over the two Abrams sitting in the garage.
"This is our armory, as you can see we have not 1, not 2, not 3, but 5 stingers and a lot of other guns courtesy of the local armory and bases." Halon showed Tomb the supply of weapons they had scrounged over a year. "Anything we don't have we can replace with molotoval cocktails"
"You mean molotov?" Tomb asked noting a slight slur in Halon's speech.
"Those too." Halon replied not noticing that he had mispronounced molotov. "So yeah, if they want to put a hole in my wall I'll kill them with fire and stuff."
Tomb looked at all of the weapons and thought about Shadow's old armory.
"Tell you what Halon, you almost have Shadow beat." Tomb said clapping Halon on the back.
"I know, Shadow forgot to get tanks, but I remembered to get them." Halon said, "OH I FORGOT SOMETHING!"
"You have more?" Tomb almost smiled.
"Yeah, in the basement, come on." Halon hurried TOmb towards the basement.
......
"In this very freezer I have a super zombie." Halon did his best game-show host impersonation.
"You're kidding right?" Tomb's smile vanished.
"Nope, a genuine zombie kept under lock and key and ice. She's really... cool, get it?" Halon laughed as he opened the freezer door and showed Tomb the super zombie known as Helen.
"Why in the feth do you have a fething zombie in the fething basement?" Tomb nearly yelled.
"Shhh, shhhh, I don't want them to hear you." Halon pointed to the ceiling, "She can be used geez."
"Used, how?" Tomb asked still annoyed at Halon for what he thinks was the second stupidest mistake Halon had ever made.
"She can take a BITE out of crime." Halon almost laughed again, "No but seriouser she can be let out to kill the marines."
"And what about when its done?" Tomb asked.
"Then we can kill her and then Ginger will love me again." Halon said cheerfully.
"Halon, you're fethed in the head, but you may be right there." Tomb said rubbing his beard.
"About Ginger?" Halon smiled.
"No about the zombie here." Tomb said to correct Halon.
"The zombie will love me?" Halon was puzzled now.
"Just go sit down Halon, and don't do anything stupid yet." Tomb said putting his face into his palm.
"Wow that's new," Tombstone thought, "people usually tell me to cool my jets."
Ehh can i still join to? so yes here's the character file
Name - nikolai kramer
Age -14
Height - 1.69
Personality - hyperactive fast talking and some times kinda annoying
Appearance - a black hoody jeans and black running shoes
Equipment - a colt m1911 pistol a M79 granade launcher and a combat knife
Skills - sneaking/stealth and able to make some traps
Background/History - well not much to tell he had a normal childhood,but when zombies came he didn't think of kill anything you see no he tought that he could better run away en survive he hold his self up in a hotel kitchen for some time,he heard some gun shots and saw a some soldiers fighting against the zombie's he ran away,but he stole from a dead soldier the weapons and ammo.
Other - his also kinda panic's fast but that's all
Plop your character down on the good 'ol USA and write a suitable intro.
As for the rest of ya's, there will be an event soon. Probably tomorrow or Saturday. I'm not well today, but I might just squeeze in a few player events in a bit..
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Plop your character down on the good 'ol USA and write a suitable intro.
As for the rest of ya's, there will be an event soon. Probably tomorrow or Saturday. I'm not well today, but I might just squeeze in a few player events in a bit..
Scrazza wrote:on second thought, don't kill my character yet. I just had an idea. Sorry to be so difficult Dark
Chillax, I wasn't planning on killing him.. yet..
drag00n3r wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Plop your character down on the good 'ol USA and write a suitable intro.
As for the rest of ya's, there will be an event soon. Probably tomorrow or Saturday. I'm not well today, but I might just squeeze in a few player events in a bit..
Are you talking to me or the guy above you?
if your talking to me what should i change then?
The other guy. Speaking of Kais, you should do likewise to him and read the entire thread before posting IC.
Tombstone shook his head,Halon was not only cow kissing drunk,which the biker found amusing,but he had a fething "Super Zombie" on ice.
"Fething hell" The biker muttered " Instant mayhem...just defrost."
" Still" Tombstone thought to himself "Halons idea about using that thing as a weapon may not be a bad one...of course...it might get them all killed as well."
Tombstone looked over to where Halon was staggering on his feet and tapping on the freezer glass talking to the frozen horror inside, " Whos a preety gurl..you are dash who." Halon smiled his eyes half lidded.
" Time to go Buddy" Tombstone said as he walked over and drug Halon away from the freezer.
" I shink she likes me" Halon slured.
" Yeah...I'm sure she does" Tombstone laughed as he led Halon back towards the exit " She'd like you even more if she were eating your face."
Tombstone shook his head again as they exited the rear room "Let's go see if we can rustle you up some coffee ...and then see what we're going to do about Hardie and his men."
Falco brought his hand up to his mask and brought back some memories. His father had found it when his family was trying to find some food inside a dumpster, and now it is the only thing that he had left of him.
He pulled his hood up and started moving again, he needed to find food and soon, he was starving, the last time he had eat was 2 days ago. He reached inside the hoodies pocket, but could'nt find anything.
"S**t"
He had forgotten that he had lost his map in his last confrontation with the zombies, he had been drawing up a map so he could perhaps find his way around, and now it was gone. He'll just have to look around himself for shelter. He thought to himself that it was crazy to be searching around at this time of night, if he encountered any zombies they would be able to see him but he would not be able to see them. In this state thought he had to make an exception, his stomach was controlling him, screaming at him to find some food. "Shut up" he told it.
Suddenly he heard some russling in the bushes, and instinctively pulled out his blade, ready to enter combat. The first thing he saw was the head, and luckily it was'nt a zombies head, it was in fact a squirrel. Falco dropped his blad and instead drew his sniper, the squirrel started to run away but a then it fell and blood poured from its limp body. Under his mask, Falco grinned, he wanted food and it seemed that for now this all he will get. He started to make a camp fire, but tried tio make it as dim as possible so he would'nt attract anything unwanted.
Most of it yeah and I am liking the way that whenever a problem arises you normally sort it out yourself, such as the time there was the problem with I think it is Kared's fight with the bikers.
"If they touch my wall, or my hotel, or myselfs, I'll," Halon lost his train of thought, "I'll touch 'em back."
"What did you drink?" Tomb said while almost dragging Halon.
"Irish." Halon laughed.
"You mean scotch?" Tombstone asked.
"TAPE!" Halon replied laughing to himself.
"How much?" Tomb was almost to the cafeteria and some people were staring.
"Idunno..." Halon took his free hand and tried to measure out an amount with his fingers before he put all five up, "this many."
Tomb set Halon down at a table and went off to get some coffee.
Halon sat at the table and drew with his fingers while he waited for Tombstone to get back.
"I don't wanna be in charge Tomb, I'm tired of it now, I just keep screwing up now." Halon sulked to a returning Tombstone, "The first month I lost a hummer and 3 people when it rolled over the side of a mountain. The next month another person died when zombies swarmed him and tore him to pieces. Then two months later we found another group of survivors surrounded by dead guys, the dead guys were getting in. We could've helped them, but I told our group to ignore them because I was afraid there was more."
Tombstone listened to Halon sulk about the past events before the hotel had become fortified.
"While we were putting the wall up one of those super tough ones showed up and grabbed one of the girls on lookout, it squeezed her until her head popped like a cheap dollar-store toy." Halon grabbed the coffee and looked into it, "The worse was when the kids died, infection and not zombie infection, stuff like gangrene or something. Had to put them down when they passed. I was leader so it was my job, I hate this job Tomb, I just hate it..."
"Don't worry Halon, there's always the quick way out," Tomb replied, "and even if that doesn't work, there'll always be booze. Lots 'n' lots of booze.."
It was then that Tombstone realised he just might have given Halon an idea. The results of which could be incredibly random and involve C4-stuffed-Marshmellows.
(feel free to disregard this post, FITZZ and Halonachos.. unless.. you like C4-stuffed-Marshmellows..)
Darkvoidof40k wrote:"Don't worry Halon, there's always the quick way out," Tomb replied, "and even if that doesn't work, there'll always be booze. Lots 'n' lots of booze.."
It was then that Tombstone realised he just might have given Halon an idea. The results of which could be incredibly random and involve C4-stuffed-Marshmellows.
(feel free to disregard this post, FITZZ and Halonachos.. unless.. you like C4-stuffed-Marshmellows..)
TBH, I was planning of having Halon tie C4 to himself near the beginning of the RP. Although it involved a 'dead-man's trigger' and I realised that Halon wouldn't know how to use that.
Falco stripped the last bone clean of what remained of the squirrel. It was'nt enough, he was still hungry. He put on his mask and pulled his hood up. For some reason he was'nt tired at all, but he would be if he did'nt start moving, so he had to keep the adrenaline pumping. So he started to move.
While he was running, he saw something in the distance, a roof, so he ran over the hill and saw a small 2 storey house. Taking out his M9, he moved closer to the door and put his ear to the door to listen for any signs of movement. After slowly opening the door he began to search the whole house. Searching through all the rooms all he saw were piles of bones and ripped tattered clothes. In the kitchen he found nothing apart from cutlery. He exited the room and walked to the end of the corridoor, his M9 still at the ready. He found the door to the basement and kicked it open. He heard a groan and immediately drew his pistol to fire at any enemies. Suddenly, something grabbed him from the darkness and pushed him to the floor, the M9 was swept away from his hands. Scrambling to get up on the floor he was pinned down by a rather muscular zombie, and then it leant down, scratching and tearing at Falcos flesh before moving in to try and bit him. Falco took out his knife and stabbed at the zombie's leg. It roared out in pain and then kicke him a bit further down the corridoor, luckily right next to his M9. Falco quickly picked it up turned and started shooting at the stumbling zombies face. It fell to the floor dead. Falco carefully moved past it and checked the basement for anything of use, he found a room full of canned beans and soup.
"Jackpot"
Nice Kais! Good to have another person aboard. But just for future referance and ease of reading, make sure you get your apostraphes in the correct place.
For example:
You wrote was'nt when the correct spelling is wasn't.
Same thing with didn't, you spelled it did'nt.
Now before you moan at me for correcting you, look in my signature.
Halons accounts of past losses and the crushing frustrations of being in a position of leadership struck a chord with the biker.
He completely understood where Halon was coming from,as a leader in the now obliterated commune,he too had seen the numerous faces that stared at you hoping you knew what the hell you were doing,hoping for food...protection,hoping you wouldn't feth it all up and get everybody killed...in Tombstones case,at least in his heart...he had blown it...everyone,save the dozen who still followed him...had counted on him...and died.
"I hate this job Tomb, I just hate it..." Halon said
Tombstone nodded at his friend " Believe me brother...I understand." the biker sighed " Half of the time..I just want to climb on my bike and..." he shrugged indicating he didn't have any plan...other then just running.
Halon nodded " I know exactly what you mean man."
" I guess ultimately..all we can do is try to stay alive." Tombstone said " ..And try to keep as many of the people we care about alive too."
Tasha entered the cafeteria and joined Halon and Tombstone at their table.
" Where are the rest of the boys?" Tombstone asked the woman.
" They're keeping watch over your friend Keira" Tasha said " Deadman figured you wouldn't want her left alone."
Tombstone nodded his approval.
" But I found some interesting documents in the back of your friend Saunders folder" Tasha said " I figured I should let you in on what I read."
" What is it" Tombstone asked " More data about his condition?"
" No ...it's not about him" Tasha said " But I think you'll both find it very interesting."
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Nice Kais! Good to have another person aboard. But just for future referance and ease of reading, make sure you get your apostraphes in the correct place.
For example:
You wrote was'nt when the correct spelling is wasn't.
Same thing with didn't, you spelled it did'nt.
Now before you moan at me for correcting you, look in my signature.
Welcome aboard Kais..and nice RPs thus far...you must forgive our friend Dark..good grammar is a passion for him.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Watch it Tomb, lest I decide to comment on the extensive list of grammatical incorrectness of your posts..
--
Side note, that sounded harsher than it was meant to.
No worries Dark...I've come to enjoy your "harshness",and yes, most of my post positively ooze with grammatical incorrectness...it's all part of my charm
After eating his full Falco had finally got some time to rest he found a torn blanket and laid down on it. It would have to do. Letting his mind go freely he was soon asleep.
He awoke to the sounds of banging and groaning. Thinking back he suddenly realised that he had made a fatal error.
He had'nt locked the doors.
Scrambling up to his feet he looked in horror as a whole was made in the basement door.
"S**t!"
He quickly picked up his satchel he took out a grenade and slammed it through the newly made hole.
Quickly getting away from the hole he put his hands to his ears just before the explosion. The explosion happened just outside to the door and as a result it had ripped the basement door to shreds.
Falco took out his pistol and quickly fired at the remains of the zombie group heading towards him. Suddenly as he was reloading one of them rushed towards him and tackled him, taking him to the ground. Falco struggled trying to get the zombie off him, so he drew his knife and dug it deep into the zombie's eye so that it-screaming in pain- rolled away from him and started moving wildly before dropping down dead.
Now there was only two zombies left. One that looked just like the muscular one Falco encountered earlier, and infront of him a one armed zombie that was wearing tattered casual clothes.
He quickly slashed at the casual zombie, severing its remaining arm and also tak the top half of the zombie with it. Then charging forwards, started repeatingly stabbing the muscular zombie, then pushing it over to the ground, but it was still moving. Falco took out his sniper and shot at its head, totally destroying it.
Falco was hurt now, badly. With some of his supplies he healed what he could, and then stumbled, falling onto his one knee. The flash was badly torn, and, even after bandaging it it was still bad and it pained Falco greatly.
"Argh!" screamed Falco gritting his teeth tightly.
He picked up everything he had dropped in the fight, and whatever food there was left, and started limping up the stars to get to the bedroom, but feinted as soon as he was on the landing, pain sweeping throughout his body.
" Ok Tasha...give." Tombstone said " What did you find out?"
Halon sat up,leaning towards Tasha and listening intently.
Tasha sighed and begin to tell the two men about what she had read in the files " I came across several entries that referred to what the Russians are calling "Project Damocles"..a ..reinstatement of the failed U.S plans concerning nuking infested cities..but with some variations."
" Feth...are you gaking me" Halon said,his voice rising " You mean they plan to start that crazy gak up again.?"
" I said with some variations" Tasha said,holding a hand up to Halon " First of all...the Russians don't want to use conventional nuclear weapons...they seem to believe turning the nation into one big radiated waste land isn't very proactive." The woman paused for a moment " The Russian plan calls for the strategic use of Thermobaric weapons...along with vacuum bombs."
" What the feth is a vacuum bomb?" Tombstone said digging out a cigarette.
" Basicly...it's like a nuke...but without all that nasty radioactive fallout." Tasha said " They can take out several dozen city blocks...but leave no contamination for troops to have to concern themselves with later."
" Ok...so the Ruskies are trying to figure out a way to take out walkers with out making the country glow in the dark." Halon said "What's the bad side?"
Tasha shook her head " Operation Damocles isn't just a contingency against walkers...it's to be used for pacification purposes as well....in other words used against pockets of American citizens who are having trouble welcoming our benevolent Russian saviours."
" Mother fethers" Tombstone said bringing his fist down on the table " And your saying this is being implemented.?"
" That's the thing Stone." Tasha continued " As near as I could figure...it's being stalled..half the Russians here are in favor...the other half see it as contrary to there mission objectives of aiding the American people."
" So...it could happen...if the Russian command all came to agree it was necessary." Halon said.
" Exactly" Tasha said "..and..just so you both know..There was a map..projecting primary targets should the project go active."
" Let me guess." Tombstone said " I suppose we are sitting on one of the target sights."
If I recall, Halon made a deal with the Russians in exchange to not be obliterated, or am I wrong?
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Patrick found Halon, drinking coffee with Tombstone.
Patrick sat down on the opposite side of Halon.
"You are intoxicated" Patrick stated
"So?" Halon responded
"You're the leader of your people, you are not allowed to get drunk when we could very possibly have a group of rogue soldiers that you just kicked out like a moron about to send missiles at us." Patrick said
"They no doubt have some sort of explosive weaponry, be it plastic explosive or full on anti-tank rockets, we are fethed if we don't end their lives immediately." Patrick said
Halon was shaken out of his stupor slightly by Patrick's harsh words.
"Watch yourself" Tombstone stated, his words dripping venom with every syllable
"No, he's right" Halon said
"I cannot be weak in the time when those around me need me the most" Halon said
"I also cannot have any fighting between you, or your crew, with Patrick.
"At the end of the day, all we can really do is have the vest under our coat" Patrick said
Tombstone laughed, realizing the truth behind that statement.
"Give me the order, and the rogue soldiers will know pain. They have no authority in this new world" Patrick said, lighting a cigarette.
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You all will learn of President Snow soon if Halon decides for me to go after the soldiers.
Tilting his head over on his stiff neck, he looked over and tried to focus his vision on the crow that was busy pecking away at a decaying corpse. The crow looked his way and Cawed once more in annoyance as he pushed himself up into a sitting position before spreading its black wings wide and taking to the sky. He winced in pain and glanced down wide eyed at his side and noticed a chunk of glass with dried blood crusted on it sticking out of his side. He reached down and with a quick jerk pulled the shard from his side and tossed it away.
He struggled as he got to his feet and leaned heavily on his good side. The fires from the tanker had all but died down leaving behind a black scar and several ruined car frames on the landscape. The thick stench of burned flesh hung heavy in the air from the countless number of bodies that lay scattered about.
Saunders quickly sat back down as his head swam. He leaned over to one side and emptied the contents of his stomach with a wet splash onto the road. He coughed and gagged a few times before wiping his mouth with his coat sleeve. A few minutes passed before he tried to get up again. This time was a success and he was able to start limping back down the road, following the charred path that his truck left behind back toward the Hotel.
He had bought his friends some much needed time. Saunders hoped that they were making the most of it.
''Come'on slow zombie catch me if you can!''(the zombie tried to hit Nikolai but missed)''HA! missed my turn''(see's an iron pipe bashes the zombie's skull with it)''(nods) i'm so awesome (laughs) but again bored''(Nikolai look's around the warehouse and finds some food and ammo)''(yawns) ok i gotta find some place to rest fast''(looks around for a place to rest and sees a hotel across the street)''ok some place to sleep!''(he quitly runs to the hotel and try's to open the door,but couldn't open it)''hmm locked''(looks around and sees a window)''YES!''(Nikolai smashes the window and sees it's barricaded on the inside)''ahh not good''(walk's to the door and knocks realy loud on the door in hope some one is there and yells)''hello!!! someone's there!!''
Darkvoidof40k wrote:How exactly did he get hurt then?
Ah soz did'nt make it clear, when that zombie jumped upon him there was a struggle between the. The zombie was tearing at Falco's flesh (especially his leg) before Falco managed to stab it and push it off.
Name: Catour Strongbow
Age: 17
Height: 6'2
Personality: Cool, Hidden, Mysterious, Solitary
Appearance: Short-sleeved black t-shirt with hood, face cloth, camo-pattern trousers, silver dragon necklace fingerless gloves, black spiky hair, army boots.
Equipment: Knives, short thin swords, those wrist-knife gloves off assasins creed, pistol, twin uzis.
Skills: Stealth, acrobatics, free-running, stealing, infiltration, close combat, marksmanship.
History: Was born into a middle-class family as was always bored. Turned to theiving to cure his boredom but was still unhappy. He gained more skill at close combat and stealth over his time progressing through the theiving ranks. Eventually he became a world-class jewel theif, stealing to keep a living.
Other: Untrustful of others
Karon wrote:If I recall, Halon made a deal with the Russians in exchange to not be obliterated, or am I wrong?
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Patrick found Halon, drinking coffee with Tombstone.
Patrick sat down on the opposite side of Halon.
"You are intoxicated" Patrick stated
"So?" Halon responded
"You're the leader of your people, you are not allowed to get drunk when we could very possibly have a group of rogue soldiers that you just kicked out like a moron about to send missiles at us." Patrick said
"They no doubt have some sort of explosive weaponry, be it plastic explosive or full on anti-tank rockets, we are fethed if we don't end their lives immediately." Patrick said
Halon was shaken out of his stupor slightly by Patrick's harsh words.
"Watch yourself" Tombstone stated, his words dripping venom with every syllable
"No, he's right" Halon said
"I cannot be weak in the time when those around me need me the most" Halon said
"I also cannot have any fighting between you, or your crew, with Patrick.
"At the end of the day, all we can really do is have the vest under our coat" Patrick said
Tombstone Said nothing continuing to glare at Patrick.
"Give me the order, and the rogue soldiers will know pain. They have no authority in this new world" Patrick said, lighting a cigarette.
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You all will learn of President Snow soon if Halon decides for me to go after the soldiers.
Made one slight alteration to your post Karon,as I've said on multiple occasions..Tombstone will never agree with or befriend Patrick in any way, shape or form,he simply hates the man with every fiber of his being and it's only Tombstones respect for Halon that prevents him from attempting to kill Patrick at every opportunity.
Falco managed to get up and look at his enemy before he noticed the pain in his leg again, it was still painful, but not as bad as before, he could mostprobably walk fine. As he turned around he noticed three armed figures near the entrance to the room.
"Возьмите маску и положил руки в воздух!"
He heard one of the other men talk the other one in the same language, the one that he had only heard a few times before. Russian.
The the man turned to him and said in english,
"He is trying to tell you to take your mask off and to put your hands in the air."
Falco assumed that he was the only one who spoke English.
"Take it off!"
Falco stayed silent and did nothing.
The man moved forward and pu his hand close to Falcos face to attempt to take his mask off. Falco moved quickly, grabbing his hand, twisting it and turning him around so he was like a body shield. Then he took out his pistol and aimed it at the other two.
"Tell them to drop thier guns," Falco whispered to the Russian man.
He was silent.
"Tell them," he whispered in a more threatening voice.
"Бросай оружие".
They did'nt move.
"Tell them to drop thier guns," Falco put his M9 to the Russians head. "Otherwise they lose thier comrade".
"Бросай оружие иначе они убьют меня"
They remained strong and held up there guns ready to shoot.
"This has gone o for long enough," thought Falco.
He shot the Russian he was holding and aimed his M9 back at one of the men, and shot him in the leg. The man that had been shot buckled over and crunched face down on the floor, while Falco pushed the leader into the other man. Using his other hand to take out his knife he rushed over to the man who had buckled and stabbed him in the back. Blood poured out f both his wounds and Falco knew he was dead.
Bringing his head back round to face the other one who was alive, Falco saw he was on the ground with his dead comrade o top of him. Seizing this opportunity Falco kneelt close to the struggling Russian aimed the M9 straight at his head.
"Goodnight," Falco shot him between the eyes.
Suddenly he heard commotion outside of the house. For the first time Falco realised it was morning and the sun was just rising above the hills. Thinking back to his current situation, Falco looked out the window and saw that there was 4 Russians outside that must have heard what Falco had been doing to thier squadmates. Falco took out his Barett and aimed at the closest man to the house.
BANG!
The man fell to the floor. Moving his gun to the side he shot at the next man.
BANG!
The man took a shot to the head and fell over, dead, on to the floor.
The other two had realised what was happening and one of them turned and aimed his gun at Falco.
BANG!
The man was down before he could pull the trigger.
The other man seemed to be terrifief and was sprinting away, hoping to run into the trees and escape.
BANG!
A bullet pierced the flesh in his leg, but somehow he kept on running, this time slower.
Falco's sniper needed to reload, and Falco knew he was running out of time. Falco switched the old magasine with a fresh one and took aim again.
BANG!
The man was shot in the head and he fell on the floor this time, finally dead.
The fight was over and Falco was victorious. Looking over his shoulder he remember about the three dead Russians he had killed a few minutes ago. He went over them and started looting them. He found a pistol, of what make he had no idea, and some first-class medical supplies.
"Brilliant".
Picking them up, he applied them to his leg and he felt a lot better. The pain was'nt completely gone but he could definately walk and run perfectly fine now.
This house was getting old and tiring. Falco left the house and looked at the sun rising. He had managed to live out the night, and for that, he was grateful.
I am however concerned about the wound your character received when fighting the zombies...you do realize that if the zombie that attacked you bit or scratched you your character is now infected as the virus they carry is highly (100%) communicable.
Okay, to clear some stuff up about the magical Mr. Halon.
Q) Was he dealing with the Russians?
A) Yes, but to a point. His agreements kept the Russians away from the hotel, but he only did agreements with the soldiers and command already in the US. Those Russians back in Russia have no idea that Halon's hotel of awesome exists.
Q) WTF, why are we all paranoid?
A) To tell the truth, Halon is worried about the state of affairs currently going on in the hotel. Tombstone thinks something is up with the marines while Halon thinks that they're marines.
Q) The whole roof comparison, is that right?
A) Mostly yes. Halon asked Hardie to leave the hotel politely but mentioned that he would be willing to force them to leave if necessary. For all Halon cares, they could be sitting in the courtyard outside of the hotel. As long as they're outside his hotel he doesn't care.
Q) How much did Halon drink?
A) A little over 4 'shots', using shots as a quantitative measurement.
Q) Really, that little?
A) Yeah, he doesn't drink often but on this occasion he decided to.
Q) Wussie.
A) That wasn't a question.
Q) Does Halon have the urge to kill the marines?
A) No, at least not yet. If they decided to endanger Halon or Halon's group then he would respond with extreme prejudice. Maybe even use the super zombie in the freezer, or maybe use his barehands to crush the armored vehicles.
Q) Who is your Lord and Master?
A) Darkvoid 1 and Darkvoid 2 of course.
Q) Do you think Darkvoid has the power going to his head?
A) I plead the fifth.
Tasha glared across the table at Patrick and begin to tremble with anger.
Tombstone placed a hand on her back to steady her,but the woman jumped to her feet knocking her chair away.
" I won't sit with this murdering bastard!!" The woman screamed and stormed from the cafeteria.
" What the hell!" Halon said in frustration.
Tombstone kept his eyes locked on Patrick,but spoke to Halon " This man stole our property and assaulted our personal..this craven act of theft resulted in an altercation that caused the death of several good people...including Daisy." the bikers eyes blazed " You went through a world of hell with Daisy Halon...but if you'd rather protect this man ..then so be it" Tombstone rose from the table " If he comes near any of my people again...we will kill him."
The biker followed Tasha from the room calling back over to Halon over his shoulder " It's your choice Halon...feel free to kick us out of your Hotel if you want to."
drag00n3r wrote:''Come'on slow zombie catch me if you can!''(the zombie tried to hit Nikolai but missed)''HA! missed my turn''(see's an iron pipe bashes the zombie's skull with it)''(nods) i'm so awesome (laughs) but again bored''(Nikolai look's around the warehouse and finds some food and ammo)''(yawns) ok i gotta find some place to rest fast''(looks around for a place to rest and sees a hotel across the street)''ok some place to sleep!''(he quitly runs to the hotel and try's to open the door,but couldn't open it)''hmm locked''(looks around and sees a window)''YES!''(Nikolai smashes the window and sees it's barricaded on the inside)''ahh not good''(walk's to the door and knocks realy loud on the door in hope some one is there and yells)''hello!!! someone's there!!''
If you had read the rest of the thread like I asked you to, you would know that that is not how we write in this roleplay.
Catos wrote:Name: Catour Strongbow Age: 17 Height: 6'2 Personality: Cool, Hidden, Mysterious, Solitary Appearance: Short-sleeved black t-shirt with hood, face cloth, camo-pattern trousers, silver dragon necklace fingerless gloves, black spiky hair, army boots. Equipment: Knives, short thin swords, those wrist-knife gloves off assasins creed, pistol, twin uzis. Skills: Stealth, acrobatics, free-running, stealing, infiltration, close combat, marksmanship. History: Was born into a middle-class family as was always bored. Turned to theiving to cure his boredom but was still unhappy. He gained more skill at close combat and stealth over his time progressing through the theiving ranks. Eventually he became a world-class jewel theif, stealing to keep a living. Other: Untrustful of others
You may join, but read the rest of the thread first.
Edit: Also, how do you intend to carry all that gear? Sure, possible. Yes, difficult. Also, at age 17 I doubt you're going to be "world-class". Latent skill and capability are one thing, experience is another.
halonachos wrote: Q) Who is your Lord and Master? A) Darkvoid 1 and Darkvoid 2 of course.
Tombstone caught up with Tasha as the woman stood at the end of a long hallway,her face in her hands.
He brushed her hair back and tilted her head up to face him,tears were still streaming down her face.
" I'm sorry Stone...but I couldn't be near that fething bastard." the woman said " Why we haven't ripped his insides out and decorated this place with them is beyond me."
" I was attempting to avoid him...out of respect for Halon" The biker answered.
Tasha shook her head " Respect for Halon?" she said " What about Halons respect for you?...that piece of gak he's got following him around like some sort of watch dog murdered our people Stone!!"
The woman sobbed " He shot your woman down like a mongrel dog!!...and your worried about offending Halon?"
Tombstone fixed Tasha with a pained gaze.
" The brothers are behind you Stone...they want him dead" Tasha wept " You fething know he deserves to die for what he did."
Tombstone nodded.
" Feth..if you have so much respect for your buddy Halon...then let's just fething pull up stakes" Tasha said " there's a whole world out there...leave him to his Hotel and his new friend and let's just get the feth out...feth it."
Tombstone paused for a moment and then motioned for Tasha to follow him " Let's go." he said " I need to talk with the rest of the guys."
Change is never a bad thing, unless they act like douches!
Just to answer a previous statement, Keira went a bit psycho because of this:
ghosty wrote:
She also went through a period of self harming, and has the scars to prove it.
After the incident, Keira's mental health degraded to the point she could no longer discern friend from foe, living from dead, her lover from anyone else. Completely unhinged at times, Hedonistic, romantic or Impulsive at others, to analyse Keira's mind would be to open a can of worms.
She is well within her rights to have periods of mental breakdowns.
And the way I see it, she might miss Hog. After all she might still love him...
Ah s**t does that mean tha I am mostprobably infected?
I knew that biting would infect me (thats why in the one where I confronted the really strong zombie I stabbed it just before it bit me), but I never knew about scratching and mauling etc.
PHEW! Thats a relief, I decided to make it a scratching wound cos otherwise I definately would've been infected.
Thanks FITZZ for bringing that up, it reminded me I have got to be clear on certain things
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Scratching does not infect someone as far as I know, so hopefully no worries, eh?
Actually it depends on the " fiction you follow"...in several books and films scratches from zombies can infect the victim...the infection just doesn't occur as quickly as it would with a bite.
However,for Kais sake...I believe (as I don't think it's ever properly been established in our RP) we should limit infection spread to bite only.
Voted for the Emperor. (or was that not you? If not, my bad.. loyal citizen of Darkingdon.)
Anyway, I am and have been working on a little event for the last hour and a half (give or take fifteen minutes here and there.. especially the taking part).
Anyway moving on its time to rack up my brains for my next RP post.
Ok I have thought of it just about to do it, I hope its ok.
(This one has'nt really got any combat in it but its the kind of "getting to know the characters" kind of post)
Janje kept on running full pelt down the road. He risked a glance over his shoulder down the alley, and to his dismay, he saw atleast a dozen Ghouls shambling in persuit after him, their incessant moaning feeling like it was inside his head. He had been on the run for.. he couldn't even remember how damned long.. he couldn't remember anything.. except that when he'd looked back just now the cracked tarmac had become suddenly familiar with his face. He groaned in pain, and rolled over, and looked at the culprit: a fallen lamppost had tripped him as he'd been looking in the other direction. "Damn," he said, spitting grit out of his mouth. Blood flowed freely from his nose, which was probably broken, into his mouth. Looking down at his left leg where he'd been bitten, he saw that all the blood had dried.. "gak, it's not meant to do that," he admitted, "I think."
His gaze fell upon a pool of clear rain-water, and when he saw his reflection in it he gasped as he was taken aback by how he had changed; his ginger hair was grey and dirty, his skin was deathly pale, and his features were sullen and gloomy. At that point, the zombies shambled out of the alleyway and continued on towards him. He fumbled in his pocket for his Uzi as the Ghouls came closer, closer, closer - they were almost on top of him - when his hand fell upon the familiar plastic of the grip. He pulled out the gun and aimed it at the Ghouls, shouting a last defiant order, or perhaps a wish, "die you ugly fethers!"
But unfortunately for him, his attempts to make the weapon shoot only resulted in quiet clicking noises. "Oh.. gak.." he gasped, dropping the weapon and raising his hands in an ultimately futile attempt at self-preservation. As the Ghouls were about to begin consuming his flesh, a small object entered and left Janje's head from one side to another, spraying blood and brains and bits of bone out of each hole it made.
Dmitri Vlassov did not smile; he took no pleasure in ending the life of the pitiful man who he saw through his scope. The pack of Ghouls were ripping through him, ravenously devouring his flesh. Dmitri had also noticed that the poor fool had let himself get bitten beforehand, so surely Ghouls or not he had done the boy a favor. He got up from his perch at the empty window, an grasped his Sniper rifle in one hand. He got up and turned, heading over to the small wooden table that had some Whiskey on it that he and his team had found in the cellar of some empty Pub in this city. Truly, Pine Ville was a damned desolate place. Karav walked in, and laying his silenced rifle down against the wall, he walked over and picked up a glass. "Mind sharing?" He asked. "Not at all, Comrade," Dmitri replied, "but why are we speaking English?"
Karav took a long sip before replying, "ah, good stuff."
Dmitri just stared at him, and Karav continued when he realised he had yet to answer the question. "We speak English in order to appreciate the people who spoke it, and all that they stood for-" "Which is all gone now, Comrade," Dmitri interrupted, ""Мы - солдаты Матери Россия, и мы не опозорим нас, не говоря на нашем гордом языке!"
"Да, Сержант," Karav replied. Then he spun on the spot to face the door, saying, "Ждите, что, черт возьми, было этим?"
"Что было какой?" Dmitri replied.
"Я услышал шум от вниз," explained Karav. He walked out of the room to investigate but he was suddenly shot several times, before collapsing to the floor.
Dmitri drew his Makarov Pistol and held it before him, ready to fire. "Show yourself!" He shouted. His words were merely met with a clunk, clunk, clunk on the floor, and when Dmitri looked down, he saw a small, spherical object next to his right foot. Grenade. gak. By the time he had taken a single step, it was already too late, and he was shredded by the Frag.
Robbie entered the room to admire his handy-work. "Jesus Christ, it seems I've made a mess," he recoiled at the bloody sight. Just then, the radio in the corner of the impromptu camp for the Russian scouts began to sound. A voice. It was in Russian, and Robbie knew enough Russian to get the jist of it.
"Сержант Влассов, это - команда, evac Сосновый Ville немедленно. Polkovnik Kias находится в контроле теперь, и он приказал, чтобы ракетные забастовки начались. Для вашей области предназначались, повторитесь, для вашей области предназначались - эвакуируют город теперь!"
"Вы имеете пять минут перед ракетным хитом, вынимаете теперь солдата!"
"Oh gak! gak, gak!" He shouted as he ran out of the room, through a hallway, and jumping a small flight of stairs. He kept on running. There was barely any time left, he couldn't get back to the girl or his friend, and self-preservation instincts meant he just had to save himself.
The morning sky was lit up in a fiery explosion as Pine Ville was reduced to..more rubble.. by a missile strike from Russian submarines.
Elsewhere, Hardie raised a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun and looked at the explosion. "Well damn," he said, "someone really doesn't like the American's guts."
Then he remembered that he and his men were also American.
After Falcos last encounter, he had been thinking while he was walking to find the next place to restock supplies.
"Why does there have to be Russians here now? It was bad enough just having the zombies, but now Russians? They can think, they can be fast, they can shoot at long range, everything the zombies can't do. Its not just the zombies we have got to worry about now, its the Russians, they are 10x as dangerious as the zombies, or are they? Maybe-"
Falco stopped and started to think for a moment.
"Wait a minute. I am walking, and all I can see on the ground is grass and soil. Then how come I just trod on metal?"
Falco kneeled down and took a closer look at the ground.
There was no grass, just soil so it seemed. He started to dust off the soil and then he saw metal. He dusted off more and more and eventually he saw a rectangular shape of metal appear on the ground. It seemed to be like a door. Falco looked for a handle on it and then slowly turned it, and pulled up.
It was a door and it seemed to be a small bomb shelter.
Falco quickly descended into it, knife and M9 drawn.
Ity seemed to be deserted, but the weird thing was that there were three beds at the end of the room.
Falco was about to investigate further when he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye. He turned to it.
"AARGH!!!!" a tall boy of about 9 or 10 jumped out and tried to tackle him.
Falco was pushed back, but never went on the floor.
"Get down you mother f**ker!"
Falco pushed the kid away and saw that there was a young girl of about 6 or 7 behind him.
"Go on then, try it you zombie scum, you won't take us, no you won't!" the boy yelled out.
"Stop. Who are you? Well actually, let's get this settled out now, I am not a zombie."
"Well you sure look like it. See?" He took a small mirror from his pocket and showed it to Falco.
Falco took a look at and suddenly realised why he looked like a zombie.
For 1, he was wearing a skull mask.
For 2, it was covered and blood, and the same for the front of his hoody.
"It's just a mask, nothing more. It does'nt make me a zombie. Anway, like I was saying, what's your name?"
The boy replied, "My name is Luke, and this here is Daisy. Whats yours?"
"It does'nt matter, just tell me what you are doing here in this old bomb shelter?"
"Well, this bomb shelter was here in like, world war 2, I think. Our dad told us to come here when the zombies came, so thats why were here. Our dad is real strong, he could lift EVERYTHING, well, apart from the car I suppose."
"So he was a body builder then, where is he?"
"Ummm, I don't really wat to talk about that."
"Tell me."
"Um ok then, well my mum is'nt here as she dies when I was born, but my dad, well..." a tear cam down from Luke's eye. " We were going back to the house so that we could bring back some food here when, well, there was a zombie there and it bit him, my dad was able to kill it but, then, he told us to go, and to leave him behind, he said that if we stay we would be in real trouble. I don't know what happened to him," aother tear came down from Luke's eye.
"Do you mean the house over the hill?"
"Um, yeah."
"Then, well, I am sorry. He's gone."
"I kind of guessed that, otherwise he would have come back to us. He would'nt leave us alone like that, he loves us."
"Well-" Falco was interupted when he heard somebody walking up on the surface.
Falco grabbed the two kids and pulled them behind some boxes of food.
The radios crackled, giving a scant few seconds before the missiles impacted in Pineville.
Helena, Alexi and the men with them looked around in horror, trying to find somewhere to take cover. One of the men shouted and started running into a nearby subway station. The rest of the group sprinted after him.
Scarce seconds after they reached the station at the bottom of the stairs the sky erupted with fire and the earth shook as the warheads detonated. The pressure wave flung them down the subway tunnel. One man crashed through the overhead pipework, shattering both the metalwork and most of his bones.
Helena held tightly to Alexi as they were barreled along, striking one wall of the tunnel and spinning wildly through the air.
Her world turned black as she lost consciousness, though her death grip around Alexi remained.
The madly rushing air filled with dust as the roof collapsed, sealing the entrance...
OOC Did I die? because I asked you not to kill my characetr after all. Anyways I am going to write a RP, but If it was your intention of killing me, just notify me dark.
BIC
Robbie ran as fast as he could. He should'nt have thrown the grenade after all. Look what happened of it. No, this was not his fault, he reminded himself. Those communists wouldn't throw an airstike just to kill one man and some zombies. All around him bombs exploded. Robbie thought about the air raid shelter he slept in a few nights back. The young man ran for what he was worth. He had most of his pack with him. Rifle, backpack, his pistols....F*ck, he forgot about Red and Fox!
He could'nt remeber him telling them of the shelter down the road. The booze was the one to blame. He just hoped he did. He wandered around America for the last six months alone, and he was just getting used to company again.
Robbie stopped thinking, and focused on running. Fear took over, and he was running on adrenaline.He ran a good eighty meters as a bomb exploded ahead of him. He threw himself flat on the ground, protecting his head with his arms, behind an already burning car. He got up seconds later and started running again.
A few steps further, he was thrown back by another explosion. He could hear bells ringing inside his head. He saw dark blood smeared on the street. Robbie panicked, and started touching his body to see of he missed a limb or two. He got his senses back when he realised he was okey. But he saw to his horror that the zeds still roaming in Pine Ville were running down the streets as well. THe explosions drove them out of the old and ruined buildings of Pine ville. He saw a trio of walkers being pulverised as a bomb exploded right on top of them.
He realised he was still on the ground, thrown flat by the previous explosion. He got up, and made a quick check for his stuff. Everything was still there. The zeds saw him and turned round, forgetting about the shells exploding, and started to shamble towards Robbie.
Robbie took his two holstered pistols and started blazing at the two zeds. He had to shoot half of his clips for the zeds to drop. another shell made a zed disapear. He started running again.
F*ck, but this is hell. An expression of fear started to show on his face. He didn't felt tired because of the fear, and the instinct to stay alive. He ran forward. Pine ville got obliterated by those Russian a**holes.
Bricks and pieces of concrete flew all around. There! He saw the old house. At least half of it, the rest was blown away. He put in a last effort to reach the stairs to the shelter. He practically jumped, no fell of the stairs. He banged on the doors and pushed. He remembered he locked the door, so he yanked at the handle.
"What the F*ck!" the door would not open. He didn't locked it from the inside did he? How could he. Bombs were still falling. He kicked the reinforced door, willing it open.
The door swung open suddenly and saw a rad haired man. Red Rat and fox had made it. They must have sensed it coming and went on to this place when Robbie fragged the communist in the station. He pushed Red away, and the red haired man quickly closed the door again.
Tired and out of breath, Robbie fell on one of the bunks. Everything blacked out around him. He could hear muffled voices and the crump of explosions. Then nothing.
Fox was the first to notice the bleeding back of Robbie's head.
The bomb shelters door was smashed open and through it walked three Russians. Falco stayed behind the boxes, not wanting to draw any attention, and he made sure the kids stayed still as well, otherwise the chances were that they would be dead in seconds.
"Listen," Falco quietly whispered to the kids. " I will draw thier attention and draw them into a fight, if you can then run out of the shelter and don't look back."
Luke was about to reply when Falco put his hand to his mouth to stop him from speaking.
Falco took out his sniper and pulled it over the boxes so that he could look down the sights at his enemies which were near the back of the shelter.
BANG!
One of the Russians instantly dropped dead on the floor. The other two turned around lifted thier assault rifles and sprayed shots back the other side of the room, luckily for Falco in the wrong direction.
Falco's heart was pumping quickly, it felt to Falko as if it would explode, but he managed to stay quiet and fairly calm as he slung his sniper around over his head to his back.
Then he jumped out of the boxes with his knife and M9 drawn shooting at the two Russians on the other side of the room, bullets shooting around him, and one of them penetrated his shoulder flesh. Falco groaned out in pain under his mask and run to duck behind some different cover. Luckily one of his shots had gone and hit another one of the russians right in the head and he had crashed down on to the floor.
The last Russian started to move towards Falcos cover and Falco knew that soon he would be upon him and it would all be over. Suddenly the kids darted out of cover, moving for the exit, but the Russians noticed this and turned around, shooting bullets at the two children and the kids went smashing to the ground. Falco took this apportunity and came out of his cover, prepping his blade, and stabbed the Russian in the back of the head repeatedly before he fell on the ground, almost certainly dead.
Behind that mask, it could not be seen, Falco was crying, crying because he had failed to save the kids, the two who were so brave and so determined to survive. He left the shelter and fell on to his knees before looking up at the sky and screa,ing out in pain. In the distance he could hear constant banging, explosions. But Falco kept shouting, cursing God in his pain. Before he felt a cool blade slide around his neck and he heard the words,
Well, FITZZy ol' pal ol' buddy, asides from.. uuuuuuhhh.. nothing.
Except that Robbie is actually still alive so I have to edit the OP again. Although I deliberately wrote the event so that he could "come back from the wastes" any time Scrazza wanted to rejoin.. obviously he was quick to the mark.
And damn I've lost my record in the last two pages.
"Thank you Jenny! Now, increasing reports of RUSSIANS has got everyone on edge. There are even rumours of ARMAGEDDON spreading around.. frankly, I think someone has been on the drink a bit. Now, to the weather. Joe?"
"Yes, well tonight there's going to be a sprinkling of Russian tactical missile strikes, here; here; and here."
"Experts are saying that this might cause damage to the environment. Hippies blame climate change."
"Sshhh Ted! It's my special-magic-telly-box-time!"
"Right that's it! Come here!"
[sound of shotgun slide being racked]
"Ted, Ted! What are you doing?"
[sound of shotgun being fired]
[scream]
[squelch]
"And that's it from me, Jenny and Joe. Especially Joe. Yes, definitely."
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Just a bit of fun for you guys before I move on to SERIOUS ISSUES concerning SERIOUS PEOPLE with SERIOUS ISSUES. SERIOUSLY.
Ralkov blinked wearily a few times, before yawning. Sh*t, he thought, what a night. Come to think of it, he couldn't really remember anything. His battleship..Polkovnik Kias! That ruddy bastard! Usurping my command like that..then there's the matter of that man..who found me.. on the beach. An unseen door opposite Ralkov slowly began to creak open.
"Oh, sh*t."
"'Oh, sh*t' is right, my friend."
"Who's there?"
"There's just you in here. You and the Shadow's of course.."
It was only now that Ralkov realised that his eyes hadn't been closed, he was actually in a pitch-black room. He was sitting down, on a chair it seemed. His hands were handcuffed behind the seat. Not good.
"What is this game you are playing with me, American?" He said defiantly in heavily-accented English.
"No games, Mister Ralkov." Ralkov gasped and spun his head left as far as he could - he could've sworn blind that he'd felt someones' breath on his neck, and that the speaker was right by his ear, almost in his head. Is it in my head? He wondered. No. This is some mind-game that the enemy is playing on me! I shall not be broken!
"This is some sick psychotic trick! You.. you think you can break me?" He fumed. "There are no damn shadows! There's no damn light, you fool! Do you think me stupid?"
"Yes."
"How..dare you!" He spat into the darkness.
"Of course you are, you insult enemies you cannot see. You are trapped in darkness. With the Shadow's."
"Shutup you American pig! Shut your f*cking mouth! I'm sick of thi-ughnn!" He was cut off as a hard punch slammed into his right cheek, making a thud that seemed very, very loud in the small room. Then again, for all Ralkov knew, he was in a warehouse. He tasted blood.
"Do not test me, General. Or is it just Ralkov now?" The unseen voice smirked.
"You mock me."
"Perhaps."
"What is it that you want?"
"Tell me about your ships. Crew compliments. Weapons. Missiles. Plans. Names."
"I will not betray the Motherland!"
"Even though you have been betrayed? You have been cast out. Left to die. By your own. By the Motherland."
"I will never tell you anything!" Ralkov snarled.
"Is that so?" The voice asked.
Ralkov merely spat forward a mixture of blood and saliva into the darkness, in the hopes of hitting something. Someone. In hopes of hitting the shadows.
A sigh came from the darkness. "That," the voice said, "was a mistake."
"The hell it was," Ralkov replied defiantly. "You will never brake me!"
Another sigh. "Then," the vioce continued, "we are going to be here for a long time, Mister Ralkov."
In the darkness, no-one could hear Ralkov's screams. No-one, except the Shadow's.
"Now don't move and tell me who you are." Her voice was just American.
"Falco."
"Weird name for a Russian, you don't look Russian either. Hell your accent is'nt even fething Russian.
"That's because I am not Russian. I am American. What are you?"
Since it seems you are not a Russian I will tell you. I am Rachel, and I am sorry for my rather forceful greeting. I did not intend to be cruel I just was not sure whos side you were on."
"It was nothing."
"Well whats your story?"
"I am in a world that is overrun by the undead and now my country is being invaded by Russians. What is there to really tell."
"No I mean before this all happened." she put an arm around Falco's shoulder.
"I-i-i... I was in a normal family, my dad was in the army and everything seemed to be going fairly well, but my dad had to leave the army because of his injuries, then as we could'nt get any money we had to live on the streets. Then my parents were killed. They were killed in a fething hobo war! A fething gakky hobo war for God's sake!!!"
Falco ripped his skull mask off and threw it on the floor, Rachel could then see that he was crying and so she hugged him tightly.
"Don't worry, were gonna be ok, what happened in the past is gone, alright?" she squeezed him tighter. "I used to be in the army, I was in it because my parents had died when they were in the army, I wanted to make them proud. Of course as soon as this all happened I decided to just take care of myself. I was planning on staying alone, but we could travel together."
Falco turned and faced Rachel, he had stopped crying, thier faces started to get closer together-
Jeez I really ought to stop creating NPC's I am running out of ideas, OK I have done two little kids, and now an 18 year old girl who who used to be in the army, hmmmmm who should I create next?
Hardie climbed into the amtrack through the rear hatch, sitting down on the end of the bench as the door closed behing him. he called over to Royce to start the engine and pulled down the mic to call the other vehivle to do the same. Royce opened the drivers hatch and stood on his chair, watching how close they were getting to the gate. as they approched someone jumped into the drivers seat of the bus and it slowly backed away, moving the giant sheet of metal strapped to it's side as well. the Two APCs rolled out of the Hotel-tress and down the street.
"head towards the russians, but don't get too close" Hardie said to Royce "let them find us, see if you can find a mall car park or something to pull up in, something open"
"roger that sir, wil-co" Royce replied
the APC rumbled down the streets of the city, navigating over cars that littered the sreets.
Taking off his Helmet, hardie sat down in the seat behind Royce and took one of the ipods of the shelf, they had quite a collection built up now, around twenty different mp3 players of various designs, and plugged it into the radio and pressed shuffle, 'The Vengabus is Coming' came over the speakers, filling the compartment with sound.
OOC: I jope those russians weren't my sniper team, I have big plans for them. Big plans!
IC:
As light broke, all hell broke lose.
It had started with Hog simply sweeping the upper rooms of the building he'd holed up in. No bodies, no source of the scratching. It had stopped maybe 2 hours after it had started, and Hog, enduring a mostly sleepless night, felt exhausted.
Cautiously opening the door outside, he was greeted by the dawning sun, and a zombie.
Yawning loudly, and rubbing his eyes, Hog simply punched the ghoul to the floor and began to wheel his bike toward the edge of town.
The zombie twisted on the floor, and began to clamber to it's rotten feet.
"Uuuuuughhhh.."
Hog looked over his shoulder, as the beast staggered after him, it's hands pawing the air.
He stopped, and raised his cannon at the Zombie.
"Make me a coffee, and I'll spare you."
He waited until he felt that it wasn't going to conform to his orders, and pulled the trigger.
Falco moved like a blur, his right hand picking up his mask and putting it on his face, and pulling his hood up.
Then he pulled out his sniper and looked through the sights, the Russian sniper had made a deadly mistake, he might have been in a ghillie suit, but he had made the shot too obvious and he was still on one knee, looking through the sniper sights. Falco quickly took precise aim and shot him in the chest, and then pumped another shot at him which hit him in the head. He was dead, but Falco knew that there could be more of them. He heard some shuffling behind him and instinctively pulled out his knife and turned around. Another Russian in a ghillie suit had come up behind him and was obviously hoping to assassinate Falco. Falco threw his knife at the Russian and it hit him in the eye. He went to retrieve his knife and then turned around to attend to Rachel. She had only taken a shot to the leg but it looked bad. Falco could see the bullet on the ground beside of her.
Taking out his first aid supplies Falco attended to the wound as best as he could and then lean over Rachel, praying that she would be alright.
"Hold in there!"
Rachel's eyes then flicked open and Falco then tried to carry her to safety.
Looking over the hill, Falco saw a church in the distance and quickly carried Rachel over there with all his strength.
As soon as he was inside he put her down on a bench and put a nearby tattered blanket on her.
Falco then heard a clunk as he knew that somebody else had opened the church door. Taking out his pistol he took a wild shot and then shot many more bullets to this mysterious person before rushing over and taking a look at his kill. It was the final Russian that was in the sniper group that Falco had briefly seen as he was getting close to the Church. He then left the body and went over to Rachel.
Her eyes were open again and her leg seemed stable, she was also conscious.
She smiled at Falco. For once, under his mask Falco smiled back.
Fox looked curiously at Robbie's head. When Red locked the reinforced door, and turned, he saw Robbie's condition.
"F*ck!" Red ran toward Robbie, observing the wound.
He checked his pulse, Robbie was still alive.
"it's oke, he just passed out. He, must have been knocked by something." Red said. "Do we have some medical supplies here?"
Fox walked over with box, a red cross over it.
"Not much." She said. "some basic kit."
Red started treating Robbie's head wound. He cleaned it, and then bandaged it.
Outside, the bombing was beginning to fade. It had raged for about three minutes, but it seemed that those motherf*uckers threw out everything they got.
"We can provide food and shelter." Fox mimicked Red's tape recoding. "Yeah, in a bombed out town, crawling with zeds?"
Saunders stopped walking down the road and turned his attention toward the sky at the sound that had caught his attention. He watched in silent horror as the Russian SRBM raced across the sky leaving a white streak behind it toward some unknown target.
Well feth me... he said to nobody in particular as the horizon light up in a brilliant globe of light for a few moments.
Saunders stood for a few more moments expecting to be turned into dust from a nuclear blast, but the blast never came.
Well now, that is interesting.. he said out loud as he pulled his pro mask up over his face and tightened the head straps securing it. He turned back and continued walking down the road toward the tower. The voices were singing a funeral tune in his head as he walked. He couldn't tell however, whose funeral they were singing of.
I didn't mean it as if you laughed, more of a snicker, really....bad choice of wording on my part. Just because your character hates me, doesn't mean he won't interact with me at all.
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"Of course, they forget that they shot at me first, imbeciles." Patrick stated
"Women, I have met many, and learned that they are the most prone to break down into idiocy and overreacting." Patrick sighed
"Do as you wish, sir. I'm going to my room. If my door opens without a knock, they invite death." Pain said
Pain slapped Halon hard on back, putting a cigarette in his lips as he walked off.
Tombstone walked down the hallway leading back to the med center,Tasha rushing to keep up with him.
A dull rage had begin to boil inside the biker,and he was desperately attempting to maintain his composer,the image of Daisy hung before him and he fought back the urge to simply turn the entire Hotel into an inferno that would dwarf the one that had occurred at the commune..
" Hold it together Stone" he whispered to himself,despite the fury the biker was feeling ,he simply could not bring himself to hurt Halon...they had gone through way to much during the outbreak and he thought of the man as a friend,this added to his anger as Halon had apparently chosen to accept Patrick as a comrade despite his knowledge of what he'd done.
Tombstone stiff armed the double doors leading towards the med center almost knocking Dr. Buckley over as he did.
The man was less than pleased about this " Wonderful!!" the Doctor yelled, "Simply fantastic!! not only must I be subjected to unstable women discharging weapons and assaulting my staff...but now it seems I am to suffer rampaging hoodlums stampeding over me...lovely..simply magnificent!!"
Tombstone halted for a moment,scant seconds away from drawing his pistol and painting the rear wall with this prissy little feths brains,however...with Herculean force of will,the biker continued on towards the lounge.
" Ohh you apologize.." Dr.Buckley added sarcastically " Well then..all is forgotten yes,carry on...all my best to the rest of your horrible little group."
Tasha slammed the man into the wall behind him,pinning his neck with her forearm " You have no idea how close you just came to dying do you..you pompous little fether." the woman whispered " Shut your fething pie hole and count your blessings that he's not rolling your empty head down this hallway right now."
" Ahh...such a charming well mannered young lady" Dr' Buckley snarled at Tasha " How proud your parents must have been...you taking up with such fine upstanding gentlemen" The man glared at Tasha..almost leering " Tell me my dear...do you feth them one at a time...or do they all just have a go with you at once?"
Tasha drew a 12 inch dagger from under her jacket and placed the tip of the razor sharp blade on the Doctors nose.
" You want to discuss slipping it in Doc?" the woman said in a mockingly seductive voice " I'll show you more about slipping it in than I believe you really want to know."
She smiled and tapped the knife blade against the mans balding head.
" Filthy whore." The Doctor hissed at Tasha " Dirty Filth slut...just like that other one in there."
Tasha shook her head in disgust " Get out of my face old man...before I do decide to permanently damage you." she moved back from the Doctor allowing him to step clear of the wall.
He adjusted his lab coat glaring at the woman " This is far from over...I assure you of that" a wicked smile crept across his face " You and your unsavory friends will pay for this..I assure you of that."
Tasha smiled at the man " I wouldn't let my mouth write a check that my ass can't cash dear."
Dr. Buckley's face became pinched as he searched for some sort of retort,the best he cold manage before slamming out of the hallway and into the main Hotel was " I shall inform Mr. Halon of this outrage!!"
" You do that sweetheart" Tasha called after him as the doors swung shut behind him " Hopefully he'll send his new guard dog after us." the woman sheathed her dagger and went to join the others.
@ Karon...my mistake ..I see what you meant by "laugh" now...the real problem (?) is basically Tombstone has almost zero capability to interact with Patrick,he holds Patrick personally responsible for the death of his woman (even though Tombstone was the one to actually "kill" her)...and for all intents and purposes wants nothing more than to cut Patricks heart out and eat it.
Plus,the dreams he has been having are slowly pushing Tombstone past his breaking point.
For the last hour, Saunders had been tinkering with a dirt bike that he had found neatly tucked away inside the back of a pickup truck. He had scavenged several car batteries and attached stripped wire to them daisy chaining them together in an attempt to get enough juice to start the damn thing.
He sat on the bike kicking the started over and over trying to get the damn thing to start. Finally with a thunderous roar the bike started sending a thick grey cloud of smoke billowing out the tailpipe.
Without a moment to lose, Saunders put the bike in gear and accelerated down the road toward the tower.
Behind him, the horde of walkers was once again on the move heading toward the tower.
Halon was sitting alone at the table thinking of ideas, he didn't want to screw anybody over, Tasha had just said that there was a bullseye on his hotel, and the whole Patrick issue hadn't been smoothed over at all.
"Maybe if I take Patrick and Tomb, put them in the basement, and let the zombie go they'll learn to work together... No that's just stupid." Halon thought while making imaginary plans on the table. "I know, if I..."
He was cut off by Dr. Buckley coming into the cafeteria, "Mr. Halon, those brutes you brought in have to go! Their 'leader' decided to..."
"Shut up Buckley." Halon cut him off with his hand.
"What, why I never!" Dr. Buckley was shocked, "I'll have you know that if..."
"If what Buckley," Halon stood up, "you'll leave and go out there? Guess what, zombies don't need a doctor. They see you and see food so you shut your damn mouth."
Dr. Buckley looked down and pursed his lips before turning back to his med center.
Halon watched as Dr. Buckley left before he walked out to the lobby himself. The marines were gone so Halon decided to walk out into the courtyard, his mind blazing away all possibilities.
"One final idea," Halon thought, "one final idea."
Halon turned back to the hotel and asked around for where Tomb had gone, some of the bikers didn't even look at him but he eventually found Mace who told him where Tombstone had gone.
Halon found the biker and Tasha, "Hey Tomb!" he yelled while trying to catch up to him. TOmb turned around and waited for Halon to get closer.
"Tomb," Halon began, "I know you hate Patrick, I know that he killed Daisy and stole from you guys. Chances are he didn't know that bike was yours and I don't know who started the shooting, but I know you can get vengeful and care a lot about the bikes. I understand your anger and yeah I did go through hell with Daisy, not as long as you though."
Tomb looked like he wanted to say something but Halon continued before he could.
"I did know her long enough to at least guess that she wasn't the type to want to get revenge, Patrick killed her so I can't even get you to try not to kill him by saying that maybe this isn't what Daisy would've wanted. I just wanted to get the Patrick issue out of the way. What I wanted to say is that we're leaving."
Tomb looked almost a bit shocked.
"What do you mean 'we're?" Tomb asked.
"I mean my survivors that were here before you, nothing against you but my group is under my care and they have some issues with you." Halon looked into Tombstone's face and could see a storm of emotions brewing inside the man. "I also don't want to do anything to hurt you or your guys so I'm kind of stuck. If I was Phoenix I could just kill one group off, but I'm Halon and I have a heart still so I have some choices to make. I could leave this group and stay with you guys, I could get rid of Patrick and live knowing he'll probably get eaten by zombies because of it, I could have you and all of your bikers killed, or I can just take my group and leave."
Tasha showed some disgust, especially at the parts where "or I could kill your guys" was said.
"Why can't you just get rid of Patrick, is he your new best friend or something?" Tomb was being agressive but still maintaining his composure "Does the time we were surviving together mean nothing? The time Daisy, Keira, you, the others and I spent helping each other out?"
"You don't get it Tomb, it's not like I'm in love with the guy." Halon said quietly to keep the conversation calm, "Its just that even though he did kill Daisy and them, I just can't feed him to the zombies."
"Oh yeah, because he's Mr. Fething Special." Tombstone was a bit louder this time.
"I'm not going to let anybody get eaten by zombies." Halon said.
"Oh and you were talking about using that one in the basement as a weapon." Tomb faked a short laugh.
"There's a zombie in the basement?" Tasha asked surprised.
"Yes," Halon answered Tasha before adressing Tombstone again, "but that was a last resort. Would you rather be shot or torn to shreds by a zombie?"
"What's that got to do with anything?" Tombstone said "Are you saying that him killing Daisy is nothing compared to being chomped on by one of those creeps?"
"No, I'm..." Halon tried to say.
"Then why don't you just shoot the fether, or better yet I'll shoot the fether!" 'stone said while nudging Halon out of the way.
"Tomb, stop!" Halon walked along Tombstone, "I'll... I'll get rid of him."
Tomb stopped and looked Halon in the face, "You have no clue, I don't want him gone, I want him dead. If you want to protect your little lap dog then you had better kill him yourself friend because I'm going to put him through a world of hurt before I finish him off."
"Tomb, we need to leave the hotel. There's a target on it and we need to ship out." Halon said while looking at the floor, "Im taking Patrick with me and the other survivors as well, if Mace or Ginger want to go with you I'm fine with it, but we really do need to leave the hotel. If you want to stay be my guest, if you want to follow go ahead, if you want to go off in a direction its okay. If you decide not to stay with us, then maybe we can meet back up when Patrick's dead or some miracle happened and you don't want to kill him anymore."
Halon reached his hand out to Tomb, "So, is it see you later time?"
Tombstone sighed looking at his friend " You and I were knee deep in hell Halon." the biker said.
" More like balls deep." Halon smiled.
Tombstone nodded " You,Keira and me...that's all that's left of that group..so far as I know."
" So what are you saying man." Halon asked.
" How can I just turn my back on you brother?" Tombstone said " Leave you to fething die out there?"
The biker sighed " Maybe your right...that Daisy wouldn't want revenge...but I'm not her bro...That bastard killed her...and sooner or later Halon..I'm going to kill him."
Halon sighed " Tomb..we have ...so much coming down on us man." he shook his head " I wish you could understand."
" I do brother" The biker said " I really do."
Tombstone paused for a moment " If you'd like...we'll bug out with you...hang back and keep an eye on your six...and until gak settles down...I'll stay clear of that fether....just to allow you some piece of mind."
" But...I won't lie to you bro" the biker continued " Sooner or later...me and him are going to dance."
"You can do the cha-cha for all I care, just not right here and not right now." Halon said shaking Tomb's hand. "Trying to leave in a little over an hour."
With that Halon walked off to get the others ready to leave.
Tombstone and Tasha turned at the sound of Halon walking back into the room. Behind him the battered form of Saunders could be seen.
"I don't think anyone is going anywhere anytime soon." he said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Saunders, when the hell did you get back he...." Tombstone was cut off in mid sentence as Saunders calmly walked over to Tasha. Reaching out he grabbed ahold of her arm and before she could say anything he spun her around and with his arm around her waist for support, leaned her over on her back and planted a big wet kiss right smack dab on her lips. This caught Halon and Tombstone off guard, but not near as bad as it did Tasha who was wide eyed in bewilderment.
He lifted her back up onto her feet and with a gently twirl spun her off into the arms of a jaw dropped Tombstone before spinning 180 on his heels toward the cafeteria.
"Is that beer?"
Tasha shook her head trying to gather herself and started to say something but stopped before she even began as she looked at the back of Saunders.
"Is.... is.... that glass?" she asked as Saunders back shimmered in the light off the shards of glass that was still embedded in his skin.
Saunders however, either didn't hear or care as he stalked off in search of both a cold brew and some good food. Tombstone however wasn't concerned with the medical condition of his friend. What worried him, was the tune that Saunders was singing as he ripped open a can of raw spam and prepared to shovel it into his mouth.
"It's the end of the world as we know it......... and I feel fine."
(OOC: Figured we needed a healthy dose of comedy from left field. Enjoy. )
In the church it was getting close to midnight and Falco was still awake.
"Listen, go to sleep and get some rest, I think you'll need it," Rachel said tiredly before yawning.
Falco remained silent as he was pondering his thoughts, trying to think of his next step to survive.
"Everythings a mess," Falco thought. "I have got no way to locate a safe place that I can get supplies from as my maps gone, I have failed to save two young kids from Russians, and I almost lost a new friend to them as well. The thing is, I hardly see any Zombies during the day, I just see Russians, in the night, I will mostprobably see both of them. I have got to look around this church for any supplies, as I might still have the canned food I brought back from the house but I could still need more and supplies of a different kind."
Falco got up and started to walk to the altar.
"That's weird," he thought. " I did'nt notice it earlier, but there is blood everywhere, and no bodies or skeletons, then wait a minute, that must mean-"
He stopped still as he heard an ear piercing scream from Rachel on the other side of the room.
"Rachel!"
But when he got there, there was nothing but a pool of blood.
"Oh s**t!!!"
He heard a loud groan from somewhere and suddenly all the candles blew out. Everything went pitch black and Flaco could only see a metre in front of him.
Taking out his knife and M9, he started pacing around in circles, his heart pumping, panic rising, before he bumped into a wall. Turning around, he noticed it was'nt a wall but the door from which he entered, he had locked it earlier, but luckily he had the key. He tried to use the key to open the door but it seemed jammed.
"C'mon! C'mon! Work dammit!" Falco mumbled in panic.
The door remained shut and the key broke.
"S**t! S**t! S**t!" Falco kept saying, as he heard something moving towards him, groaning, it was almost upon him...
Red rat listened. "You are right." he said simply, èreturning his atention to his emergency ration found in the shelter.
"They might send in ground units." said Fox. "whoever they are, boming this place, they can't be doing this simply for the zeds."
"True," said Red." but I says, not all zeds are dead yet. Let those basterds who threw a gak storm at us clean the place up."
Red ate gleefully of the emergency ration, while Fox's was yet untouched.
"We have to get back out, scavenge what's left from the supplies we gathered in the station, and bring it here." Fox said in a descisive way. "We can leave Robbie here, it's safe here. And this place seems big enough to fit ten people in."
Red sighed, took another bite of his ration, and got up. Took his pistols, and started for the door. Fox was surprised by this sudden move and huried after Red. They took a last look at Robbie, and the closed the door, hoping a zed, or worse, would not find him.
outside, the shelling had stopped alright. But they both gaped at pine ville with open mouths. beforethem lay a town, unrecognisable for them. buring wrecks of cars, collapsed buildings, craters everywhere....zed blood splattered everywhere.
It was calm outside, only the sound of the wind sounded. They got used to the loud blasts, athough it lasted only three minutes.
"come on" Red said. and they started for the station.
Falco turned around, facing into the darkness, thoughts swirling around his head. He thought of all he had gone through, all the troubles he had encountered, and pulled through, to finally get defeated in the darkness of a church. But he had one defiant thought, that if it worked he could just be able to survive. It was risky, but it was all he had.
He looked straight in front of him, hoping thay he would be able to see something, and he did. Two zombies coming towards him, both ugly.
"Perfect."
Falco reached into his satchel and pulled out two grenades, and then pulled the pins out before runnning towards the zombies. His heart was pumping he was'nt surre if it would work, but he tried. He rammed the grenades into the zombies mouths and then pushed them towards the door. Then it exploded in a swirling of wood and dust and flame.
The was'nt any door now. He ran out of the door into the moonlight, now he could see the zombies. He wanted to leave and not look back, but he had a feeling that Rachel was still in there, and that she could still be alive. He took out his M9 and knife, preparing for the oncoming terror.
Catour jumped across a gap in the church, desperatly trying to find the crypt so he could steal the churches gold and artefacts. Although they had almost no use nowadays he still liked the shiny things. His birthday was coming up soon and he wanted a nice treat. He searched around the back before finding a trapdoor in the floor. He cautiously opened it and crept into the hole, the space smelling like the old people Catour used to steal pensions from ( better him than them! ). He heard a sound coming from a door in the corner of the room. He heard the sound of Russians coming through it and the sound of a girl crying. Although he could not make out what they were saying he knew something had to be done.....
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A deep throbbing hum pervaded her head as she slowly returned from unconsciousness; with every shattering beat of her heart it grew louder and more penetrating before dulling as the chambers refilled.
She came to with a start, immediately crying out in pain as seemingly every part of her body tried to get her attention and let her know that it was hurt all at once. Tears rolled down her blood and dirt covered face, creating clear paths as they flowed down her cheeks.
She didn’t know how long she lay there before she began to come to her senses. She lay still, trying to calm her breath and her heart beat. In the utter darkness of the subway tunnel she didn’t know if it was simply the lack of light or genuine blindness that meant she couldn’t see. She relaxed her hand, which was still clamped tightly into a fist. Alexi’s collar dropped to the floor but her lack of sight and the deafening roar in her ears meant that she didn’t see or hear it hit the ground.
Gingerly she reached around where she lay, encountering rubble and the cold subway rails, but nothing else. She started to work her throat to call out to Alexi, to anyone who might be down there for help but then realised that anyone down there with her would be in no state to help her, either through injury or… undeath…
With that thought her breathing quickened and her heart hammered against her cracked ribs, causing yet more pain to radiate through her abused body. She dragged herself to where she thought the wall would be and sat against the cool cement, straining every sense to try and perceive if she was alone.
Tears still rolled freely down her cheeks as she tried to think what to do… either stay here, or stumble off into the tunnels, blind and half deaf. Not much of a choice, she would more than likely die either way.
It took her a few minutes to calm down again.
With still shaking hands, she removed one of her gloves and checked herself for bleeding; feeling sticky wetness over her face and neck which was covered in tiny scratches, her ears and nose were bleeding and from her shoulder, where most of the pain in her arm was coming from. Aside from her shoulder, her ribs were her main concern; although nothing felt broken when she felt under her battered flak vest, she almost certainly had at least one cracked rib.
She searched for her medical bag, torch or anything else that might help her but it had all been ripped off her webbing as she had been hurtled along the tunnel and she could not feel it from where she was sitting. She only retained her pistol and several clips of ammunition, her knife, and a few ration bars she had kept in her pockets.
She suddenly froze as she half heard something over the rushing, pounding roar from her ears – something coming down the tunnel towards her! She slowly pulled her pistol from its holster and pulled the knife from its sheath as she tried to gain her feet, using the gently curving tunnel wall as a crutch.
The noise stopped and a low “Ruf” made her drop to her knees as Alexi hobbled into her arms.
“I thought I’d lost you Alexi” she muttered into the big dog’s dirt encrusted coat as fresh tears flowed from her eyes.
She remained holding him for some time, gently stroking him and feeling over his body for injuries. He had a slashed front paw which she swiftly bound using a strip of cloth cut from her under-shirt and a few other cuts and knocks that she could not do anything about, but otherwise he seemed relatively unharmed.
“Ok boy, I think it is time for us to get out of here, can you do that for me?”
Alexi chuffed assent and Helena smiled. “I knew I could count on you” she told him as she staggered to her feet, one hand using the wall for support, the other lightly touching the back of Alexi’s neck as they made their way into the darkness…
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ITS A REVOLUTION!!!
Alexi gruffed softly as he came to another doorway. Helena gently patted his head as she drew her knife. Her gun was useless in the absolute darkness. She stepped up to the door and fumbled for the handle. Her hand brushed cold metal and she twisted gently, the door springing open with a clunk and a deep shriek of rusty hinges.
Helena winced, the sound grating over her battered ears and she steadied herself for the rush of an undead attacker but noting happened, except for Alexi brushing up against her leg as he sniffed around the door.
She sighed with relief and shoved the door harder, opening it enough to admit her and Alexi, placing her hand back on his collar as they crossed the threshold…
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Everybody's voting for the Emperor as our lord and master. Why? Death to the Emperor, Darkvoidof40K for Emperor!
ITS A REVOLUTION!!!
Hurrah me.
Catos wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Everybody's voting for the Emperor as our lord and master. Why? Death to the Emperor, Darkvoidof40K for Emperor!
ITS A REVOLUTION!!!
''open the door! open the door!'' Nikolai keeps smashing with a lead pipe he found on the door
''d***it!'' Nikolai gets an idea rushes at the door and try's a shoulder ram on it
''didn't .... work hey look an air plane''
Nikolai during airstrike
''g*****n you amarican army!!!''
''ohh look an army hideout'' Nikolai runs as fast as he can and reloads his m1911 just to be sure
''ok i'm safe'''says nicholas but when he turns around he's greeted with a pistol on his head by some russians
Nikolai thinks''ok i'm gonna use all my knowlodge about speaking russian'' ''ah just forget it'' says Nikolai when he disarms the guy stabs him in the head with his knife ''heh dumb russians'' nikolai look's around the hideout and find's guns food and a radio if i see that guy i probably think there are more survivor's out there but first lock the door and get some sleep'' and Nikolai does what he said
Fox stopped hauling the box she was carying, put it down, and stared down a gap in the road.
"Ey, Red, get over here!" she yelled. I think I found something."
Red came running along. "What needs the attention of ol' Red Rat?" he asked.
Red stopped abrubtly as he saw the big hole in the street. It showed an under ground passage way.
"I didn't even know this town had a subway. Red said. "Lets check it out, I brought some lamp packs from the stations."
Red gave Fox a lamppack before diving in the gap. He flicked on his lamppack, and gestured Fox to do the same. Together, they walked around for half an hour, searching through previously hidden rooms for them, cleared up from the blasts. Fox made another discovery.
"hey there is some blood on the ground. Human blood, so it tastes." She informed.
"Do you think someone is down here? Red asked.
and before Fox could answer they heard a bark in the darkness. It was the sound of a dog. A second later, the bark was answered by a hushing sound.
"Yeah, come on." Red said, before running towards the noise, bothdrawing their weapons. Red's two baretta's and Fox's shotgun
Catour looked through a hole in the door and saw a group of four russians, one lying on the ground in a small pool of blood. They had a girl tied to a chair in the room, whom the russians were interrogating.
"У вас мало сука! Посмотрим, что Вы сделали для наших товарищ! Было бы не были столь плохо для Вас, если Вы не только что вернулся с нами, но не Вы только что было бы трудно. Мы знаем, кто вы, мы знаем, что Вы сделали, и теперь вы должны."
Upon hearing this, Catour slipped into the room unnoticed and sliced the necks of the three able bodied Russians before drawing his pistol and aimed it at the last, surviving Russian.
"Пожалуйста! Не убить меня!" the russian said.
"умирают около." he replied and shot the russian in the head.
"Hello." Catour said to the girl in his London accent, who was now quivering in her chair, "My name is Catour, and I believe I just saved your life."
The girl said "My name is Rachel, and you scared the everloving crap outta me you bastard. Besides, whats up with that freaky gay accent?"
"Im not gay Im just British!" Catour replied, greatly hurt by the insult.
"Oh great, I got saved by a limey!" she murmured.
"Come on, lets get you out of here."
Catour went over to her and undid her restraints. A russian who was not quite dead got up and tried to sneak up on Catour, but he unholstered his pistol and shot him before he could take another step. Catour, seemingly undaunted by this, took her by the hand and led her out the door, muttering as he went.
FITZZ wrote: OOC:...I need a clarification before I post up my next RP.
Are we now operating from the premise that the Hotel is about to be besieged by walkers?
From what I can ascertain,Saunders has returned to the Hotel,and a horde is in pursuit...Correct??
I believe that is correct. We are acting in the knowledge that we HAVE to leave, because of the possible russian airstrike, and we have to deal with the horde as well.
@Dark: When tasha told tomb, they were right next to Halon, I'm sure he just overheard.
FITZZ wrote: OOC:...I need a clarification before I post up my next RP.
Are we now operating from the premise that the Hotel is about to be besieged by walkers?
From what I can ascertain,Saunders has returned to the Hotel,and a horde is in pursuit...Correct??
I believe that is correct. We are acting in the knowledge that we HAVE to leave, because of the possible russian airstrike, and we have to deal with the horde as well.
@Dark: When tasha told tomb, they were right next to Halon, I'm sure he just overheard.
Hmm,it would seem we are between a rock and a hard place,possible Russian missile strike on the area making evacuation mandatory...and an approaching horde..making evacuation imposable..or at least very risky...good times.
An your correct Halon was seated at the table when Tasha revealed her discovery concerning "Operation Damocles",he even had a few choice things to say about the project.
Catos wrote:Catour looked through a hole in the door and saw a group of four russians, one lying on the ground in a small pool of blood. They had a girl tied to a chair in the room, whom the russians were interrogating.
"Ты, маленькая сука! Посмотрите, что вы сделали для нашего друга! Это не было бы так уж плохо для вас, если вы не просто идти с нами, но вы просто должны были быть трудно. Мы знаем, кто вы есть, мы знаем, что вы сделал, и теперь вы будете платить с вашей кровью! "
Upon hearing this, Catour slipped into the room unnoticed and sliced the necks of the three able bodied Russians before drawing his pistol and aimed it at the last, surviving Russian.
"Пожалуйста! Не убить меня!" the russian said.
"умереть России." he replied and shot the russian in the head.
"Hello." Catour said to the girl in his London accent, who was now quivering in her chair, "My name is Catour, and I believe I just saved your life."
The girl said "My name is Rachel, and you scared the everloving crap outta me you bastard. Besides, whats up with that freaky gay accent?"
"Im not gay Im just British!" Catour replied, greatly hurt by the insult.
"Oh great, I got saved by a limey!" she murmured.
"Come on, lets get you out of here."
Catour went over to her and undid her restraints. A russian who was not quite dead got up and tried to sneak up on Catour, but he unholstered his pistol and shot him before he could take another step. Catour, seemingly undaunted by this, took her by the hand and led her out the door, muttering as he went.
"You little bitch! Look what you have done to our comrade! It would not have been so bad for you if you do not just come with us, but you just had to be difficult. We know who you are, we know what you did, and now you will pay with your blood!"
Upon hearing this, Catour slipped into the room unnoticed and sliced the necks of the three able bodied Russians before drawing his pistol and aimed it at the last, surviving Russian.
"Please! Do not kill me!" the russian said.
Die russian." he replied and shot the russian in the head.
Falco was ready, he had to get back inside the church and find Rachel, he already had his M9 and dagger drawn and then he started charging towards the zombies, stabbing and shooting his way into the church, when he was near the altar he suddenly realised that he was surrounded. He started shooting at them, spinning around, shooting any who get too close, but he knew that eventually they would overwhelm him, and the fight would be lost.
"Oh no! S**t!!!" Falco shouted as he realised he need to reload.
Out of the blue some of the zombies were shot by unknown forces and started falling to the ground dead.
Falco was about to thank God when two bullets pierced his skin, one below his knee and the other in his shoulder.
"Argh!" Falco staggered backwards into the wall and fell down on one knee.
BOOM!
The wall behind him erupted and Falco was sent flying into the wall on the other side before crashing into the floor. He heard a gunshot below the floor, before the whole world went black.
Alexi was growing restless under her palm and she had to calm him several times; a cool breeze was blowing against her ravaged skin, a sure sign that they were almost out of the tunnels. Even so, there was still either no light, or she had been blinded by her injuries.
She though she heard muffled voices and the banging of things being moved around ahead of her when Alexi let out an uncustomary bark and Helena quickly hushed him. The voices suddenly stopped before someone shouted. Helena heard the sound of running foot steps and frantically tried to figure out where the noises were coming from in the echoy tunnels.
“Alexi, we must hide… find me somewhere to hide!” she whispered to Alexi as the footsteps drew closer.
Together they crawled behind a stack of crates. Helena drew her gun and held it in front of her, hoping that she would not have to use it…
OOC: Helena's eyes have been damaged by the pressure wave, meaning that some of the blood vessels have been ruptured inside her eyes, making her vision poor until they heal. Her ear drums have also been damaged, meaning that her hearing is also poor at the moment.
She is more likely to plead for her life than fight, but she will fight if attacked, or if Alexi is attacked.
Alexi is trained to obey her commands and will attack if ordered. He has been trained not to bite (many old school attack dogs were lost by biting the infected), but instead knock people over. He is a sizable dog and even wounded, he is not to be taken lightly and will wind anyone he jumps on, and possibly even break bones.
Red and Fox ran forward as fast as they could in the dark confines of the subway. Their lamppacks scoured the area in search of the one responsible for the sound.
Red stopped before a clossed door. He beckoned Fox to move quitly. Red indicated blood on the handle. He pointed a finger at the door, then made the sign of a fist. Fox merely nodded.
Red held up one finger, then two, then three. And he kicked the door in. He let the licht of his lamppack shine in the small rooms. One hand held the lamp, the other his Beretta.
A woman was covering her eyes from the bright light . The dog next to her was barking loudly.
Catour heard an explosion and rushed into the main hall of the church. He drew his uzis and shot the zombies, before slicing the remainder to pieces with his wrist blades. He ran over to the boy who was lying on the floor. He was older than he was and kept his face covered by a mask. He put his hand over his mouth when he realised that he had accidently shot him in the knee and the shoulder. Rachel gasped when she saw him. She rushed over and cried "THATS MY FRIEND! YOU SHOT MY FRIEND! OH MY GOD WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?"
She put her head to her hands and started crying.
"He'll be okay, no major damage. Nothing he wont recover in a couple of days. In the meantime, you need some rest."
Suddenly, the boy stirred.
"Hes awake!" Catour shouted!
"What the feths going on?" the boy shouted. "And who the hell are you?"
@ Scrazza - feel free to RP the next bit (I can't remember who is in your group). Helena would probably ask for you to help to get out of the tunnels and medical supplies so she can treat her wounds.
Tombstone stood in stunned amusement as Saunders downed another beer and continued to sing bits from that old REM tune.
Finally the biker shook his head and spoke " Ok..ok..let me get this straight" He said " our choices are to either stay here and possibly get deep fried...or to charge out into the streets and get eaten??...have I got that right?"
" That seems to be the sum of it." Saunders laughed
" Not exactly." Tasha interrupted " how big was the horde of walkers you saw Saunders?"
Saunders offered the woman a small smile " Ever see Times Square on New Years Eve?...double that size..at least."
" Holy feth." Halon muttered " We are so screwed."
" No...not completely" Tasha repeated " If we stay...we die..that's for sure...the Russians are bound to be tracking a horde of that size...and when they reach the city."
" Boom!!" Saunders said
" Right." Said Tasha " But...if we can get out of here before that...and head away from the walkers...most of us should make it."
" Most of us?" Halon said " that sounds...promising."
" We have no idea what we'll be running into" Tasha said " There could very well be walkers all around the city...but I can promise you...if we stay put...we will die."
" Then we don't have a choice" Tombstone said " Let's try to get everyone ready to roll and get the feth out of Dodge."
" How long until the walkers enter the town?" Halon said
Saunders shrugged " Given how fast they were moving...I'd say 45 minutes...maybe an hour tops."
" Feth me." Halon said once again.
" C'mon" Tombstone said " Let's get moving..I'll get my guys squared away and then have them help with fueling and gathering supplies and getting your people ready as well Halon."
Saunders took another swallow of beer "...It's the end of the world as we know it..and I feeeel fine." he sang.
SilverMK2 wrote:@ Scrazza - feel free to RP the next bit (I can't remember who is in your group). Helena would probably ask for you to help to get out of the tunnels and medical supplies so she can treat her wounds.
Feel free to play it however you want it to go.
oh I thought it was your turn. But, its good, I'll do the next RP.
my group: - Robbie: main character (currently unconscious in the air raid shelter) -Red Rat: side character -Fox: side character
Catour rushed over to his sachel and pulled out the medical supplies. He slowly pulled out the bullets with a pair of tweezers and staunched the blood supply quickly.
"That should do for now." he said calmly. "How are you, whats your name," he asked the boy.
The woman merely protected here eyes again against the bright light.
"Put the lamp down, Red, it hurts here eyes. They must have been damaged or something." said Fox
The woman was cowering behind a stack of crates, holding a pistol. The dog kept barking.
"shut the dog up, for Lord's sake!" Red yelled in his best Irish. He pointed his pistol at the dog, and it started to growl. If the woman did not hear Red's first questions, she did hear him yelling at her. The woman patted the dog, and hushed him. The big dog fell silently at last.
"Now, who are you?" Red asked again.
The woman saw him asking something, but she seemed to understand. She pointed at her ears. Bad hearing? Deaf? The aging ganger could not make it out. Fox pointed out that the blasts maay have damaged her hearing temporarily. Red didn't know how to communicate with her that way, he didn't want to yell al the time. That's were Fox came in again.
Fox seemed to know sign language. Red hoped the woman at least knew that too. He saw Fox making a series of signs, wich the woman thankfully answered to.
"She is called Helena..." she said.More signs. "...The dog's called Alexi..." this was followed by more signs. "...she's with Russians and..."
"What?!" Red interrupted. "Those damn Communists in this fine country?!!" This was yelled so loud, the woman, now identified as Helena, could hear this too. Helena shot him an angry stare.
"It doesn't matter Red, she is wounded and we are taking her to the shelter to treat her wounds."
"What?...She's a communists! We have to..." Red started but was interrupted by Fox.
"No Red, we are not executing this woman."
Fox took this Helena woman under her arms, supporting her, and guided here out of the subway. Alexi followed the two.
Red Rat was shocked. He simply stood there with his mouth open. Anger rising up in him.
Jennifer sat on the Ramp of the amtrack in to middle of a carpark on the edge of town, the others had Managed to find some Camping chairs and lots of energy bars, forgoten about during the rush to leave the city, they sat around , loading these boxes into the Rucksacks strapped to the side of the vehicle. One of the Marine sitting on to of the Vehicle scrambled over to the edge and troe a pair of Binoculars out of the case. Looking over down one of the long avenues heading out of the city, a tiny cloud of dust was flying doen the street, random flashes of light appearing fromthe head of it. The Marine raise the binoculars to his goggles and sighted at the cloud, it was a motorbike and it was running away from something, the driver was to busy trying to see what he was running away from and hit a dead body, sending the bike flipping through the air and crashing to the ground. As the dust cloud dissapated they Could see what he was running away from, a horde, a massive horde of undead.
"Oh, gak, we gotta go." he called down, scrambiling off the roof and stuffing the Binoculars back into the case. "they're coming, 'bout a mile out and heading our way, shamblers, no runners as yet"
Everybody jumped out of their seats, not evden bothering to take them with them they leapt into action, drivers bringing the engines to life as they just chucked the last of the supplies straight into the hold and sealing the ramps behind them.
"Which way" Royce called out to Jennifer, heading for the main road
"back to the hotel, we need to warn them" She called back "everybody, suit up, full gear, we don't know if thats the only direction they're coming from"
Their was a lurch as the Amtracks hit full speed, rumbling along back the way they came. Hardie and his men strapped on their harnesses, checking the load of their magazines, Pulling on gasmasks and checking the fit of their helmets. Jennifer however only checked to load on her pistol and the fit of her sunglasses before settling into the gunners seat of the APC.
Patrick saw a lone biker at the end of the hallway, smoking, facing the back of the hotel.
Patrick took steps toward the biker, sword drawn, as the man turned around, searching for a weapon on his person.
Pain's steps fell heavily as he recited the words he had grown to know as the "Rites of Pain"
"Feel Pain, Accept Pain, Know Pain. Those who don't know Pain, can never know true peace." Patrick said
The man stopped looking for a weapon, realizing he must have left them at the bar.
The mans voice rung like the screams of his dieing parents.
"Patrick, the Pain of Sweden" the man spoke
Pain halted, dropping his weapon.
"It cannot be" Patrick spoke in disbelief
"You have found me, Patrick. I knew that you would eventually." President Snow said, taking off his hat, revealing his snow white hair, the back of it put up in a ponytail, with the rest falling just above his eyes.
Patrick rushed forward, putting President Snow in a warm embrace
"Do you have equipment?" Patrick asked, releasing him from his embrace.
"Yes, but not as elaborate as yours. An ACOG-scoped AK-47, Makarov Pistol, and a ballistic knife." President Snow said
"Nå, jag måste införa mig till följ. Jag är säker på att han kommer att undra om Roger gick. Stanna fryser till" President Snow said Come, I must introduce myself to Tombstone. I'm sure he will be wondering where Roger went. Stay frosty.
In an instant,the Hotel resembled a bee hive...Halon had called for a general bug out over the PA system,and now people were busily running about hauling various boxes and crates out to the vehicles in the underground garage.
A small group of children stood near an exit,some were crying inconsolably as two women attempted to prepare them for departure.
Tombstone stared at the kids,feeling a pang of sadness for them as he rushed to gather his group.
Upon entering the med center,Tombstone found all of the Satans Servants gathered near the rear lounge.
" What the feths going on Stone?" T-Rex asked " We heard something about evacuation...are we pulling out?"
" Damn right we are" The biker said " And we're doing it quick...get all our gak squared away and fueled...then find Halon and see if he needs you guys to help him in any way."
" We're on it Stone" Woolly said.
" Tasha...Deadman,you two stay with me" Tombstone said " The rest of you get moving."
The group of bikers rushed out through the double doors to begin loading up their vehicles.
Tombstone,Tasha and Deadman turned to enter the lounge to get Keira.
Karon wrote:Patrick saw a lone biker at the end of the hallway, smoking, facing the back of the hotel.
Patrick took steps toward the biker, sword drawn, as the man turned around, searching for a weapon on his person.
Pain's steps fell heavily as he recited the words he had grown to know as the "Rites of Pain"
"Feel Pain, Accept Pain, Know Pain. Those who don't know Pain, can never know true peace." Patrick said
The man stopped looking for a weapon, realizing he must have left them at the bar.
The mans voice rung like the screams of his dieing parents.
"Patrick, the Pain of Sweden" the man spoke
Pain halted, dropping his weapon.
"It cannot be" Patrick spoke in disbelief
"You have found me, Patrick. I knew that you would eventually." President Snow said, taking off his hat, revealing his snow white hair, the back of it put up in a ponytail, with the rest falling just above his eyes.
Patrick rushed forward, putting President Snow in a warm embrace
"Do you have equipment?" Patrick asked, releasing him from his embrace.
"Yes, but not as elaborate as yours. An ACOG-scoped AK-47, Makarov Pistol, and a ballistic knife." President Snow said
"Nå, jag måste införa mig till följ. Jag är säker på att han kommer att undra om Roger gick. Stanna fryser till" President Snow said Come, I must introduce myself to Tombstone. I'm sure he will be wondering where Roger went. Stay frosty.
...Sorry Karon,but all of Tombstones bikers have been accounted for,a total of 12 NPCs make up his group...so while the concept your going for is interesting,President Snow couldn't be one of Tombstones men...(If I'm following your RP correctly)
"I am Falco, and it is pretty obvious what happenned. The Russians blew a hole in the wall so that they could make an impression to the people on the inside, us. They are bound to be coming here. You have got to prepare, wait, I hear something outside."
Suddenly, 7 Russians stormed into the church, all guns raised at the group of 3. One of them stepped forward.
"All of you, get up and raise your hands, do it quickly and we will refrain from hurting you. Now, get up!"
Catour and Rachel defiantly stood thier ground, not moving a muscle.
"I said get up and put your hands in the air! Now! I will count to 3, and if you are not stood up with your hands in the air at that time, I will order my men to shoot. Believe me, you will not survive it.
Catour wanted to stay defiant and to not let these devils get want they want, but then he knew it was suicide if he did'nt do as they said, so he stood up and raised his hands, Rachel then followed.
"Good, but this one seems to have no ears," he walks over to Falcos, kneels down and punches him in the face twice, his eys then close and he is unconscious. "GET UP!!!"
Rachel runs over and says to him,
"Listen, he is hurt can't you see that? He can't get up!"
The Russians turns towards her and backhands her.
"Don't talk to me like that girl or you will find yourself in deep trouble. Now go with that boy who is being very sensible and quiet and get with my men," he turns to some of his men. "You lot, go over to them and nofiscate any weapons or items of interest from them," he turns to another one of his soldiers, a muscular one with a scar over his lips. "Now go over to that boy and drag him allong with us."
The soldiers then confiscate all the weapons the three were holding and also all the gold Catour was holding, and the muscular soldier walks over to Falco abd starts to drag him away. They then all leave the church, and walk out into the night...
The thing is, it's all about timing to make a good story. And at the minute there's just too much potential. Heck, this could well be a very, very long event if I do spring one.
In the event of that happening, everyone try and PM me tomorrow as early as possible, because writing events and a school week do not mix well. At all.
Catos stumbled along with the russians, brimming with rage. His guard was small and comparitively weedy, probably because he was the youngest and also probably because of a certain stereotype these russians might have against british people. The thing that annoyed him the most though was that all his gold had been taken! That automatically meant that these russians must die. When he had had all his weapons confiscated, they didn't think to examine his gloves, concealing his wrist knives. Although he was armed to the point of deadly, he didn't think he could take all seven on at once. He looked at Rachel who seemed very weary with blood spattered all over her, she had huge bags under her eyes and definatly looked like she could use some sleep. Catour knew he probably didn't look much better. Falco looked a dreadful state, and looked like he would pass out any minuite now. The russians were still walking in a tight military formation towards a base and he knew he hadn't got much time.
He looked at Rachel as if to ask "any weapons?"
She smiled at him and nodded and indicated to her boots. She clicked the heel on the floor and two knives came out of her boots. Catour motioned to her guard and slid his thumb across his throat "kill him". Rachel kicked out high with her boot and speared the russian in the face, while Catour activated his concealed wrist-knives. He swund his fist around and caught a guard in the chest, who doubled over in pain. He carried on slashing at the guards until all were injured or dead. However, the sergeant held Falco by his hair and pushed his rifle into his head.
Going back to the shelter was proving slower then getting to the subway. The woman was slowing them. Red was still angry. Red took everything Helena had with her of her. He pistol, knife, medical kit. Just because she's wounded didn't mean Red was going to sympathise with Russians. As 'The Smoking Snakes' gang leader's right hand, He had faced the Russian Maffia before. Those guys were well prepared, and resided to dirty tactics to kill of some 'Snakes'. Next to Helena's belongings, Red carried a good bunch of suplies scavvenged from the station. Just some basic stuff, food, medical supplies.
They finally reached the shelter, and when they entered, they found Robbie still on the bunk, unconscious. They laid Helena on a bunk opposite to Robbie's and Fox started treating Helena's wounds, saturing the wounds. Her sight and hearing would return to her after a while.
Red flung the woman's belongings on a table in a corner of the room. He walked around angry, thinking. He found a CD player, and switched it on. This place still had electricity somehow.
"Baby, baby baby, oooh. Baby........" The CD player sounded.
The music that came out of the CD player made Red even more angry. He hated that Justin Bieber f*g. He pushed the anger away when he realised Bieber must be a zed now a days.
Turning off the CD player, Red's anger was still there. He kicked a chair down.
Along with Russians, signed this Helena. That meant Russians were on America, and that the bombardement was probably their plan. Bastards. Red sat down, holding his gun in one hand, then passing it to his other, he looked furiously at the wounded woman. Red could not calm down, and so he decided to go out again, scavenging the station.
Fox was happy Red left for a while. That gave her some slack to patch Helena up. Hands bloody from cleaning the womans wounds, Fox checked up on Robbie to see if he was alright.
...
outside, Red reached the police station, entered and headed for what was the desk area. All the important stuff was there. He remembered the transmission sent by the radio. The chances were slim the radio was undamaged. He entered the sherrifs office, but was dissapointed to find the transmitter destroyed. The message was sounding on air for quite a while, so everybody in the vicinity had deffinatly picked the message up.
Having calmed down again, he checked the weapons cabinet. At least this was intact. He picked up the few weapons stacked in it, and dumped all the ammo clips in a backpack.
He sat back in a chair, that strangly was the only thing standing in the room. At least he was still mayor of Pine ville. What was left of it. But hey, If people were coming here, they could help with rebuilding this thing. But the Russians would probably send in a patrol here, to check for survivors. They would all be dead when that happens. Then he remembered the woman. His anger rising up again. He should have just shot her dead, but they could use here as a hostage, to ransom for their lives. But for now, he just hoped someone picked up the message.
Helena was somewhat surprised that she remembered any of the international sign language she had learnt at university but was glad that her blurred vision allowed her to read what the woman was signing. Though even with her damaged eyesight and hearing she could tell that the man was not happy to see her, probably because she was Russian.
The woman who had signed with her helped her to her feet and half carried her towards the surface.
They eventually reached a small room with a few crates of supplies stacked around the walls. The woman loved her down on a seat and helped remove her helmet before bringing her a canteen of water and a cloth. Helena took them from her and poured a measure of water down her parched throat. She then poured water onto the cloth and began wiping the blood and grime from her face, neck and hands. She flinched as she disturbed some of the many shallow cuts which marred her skin, setting them bleeding again.
She signed to the woman “Medicine”.
The woman, Fox, nodded and brought over a bag of bandages and first aid supplies.
“What the hell are you doing?” Red demanded as Fox handed the bag to Helena.
“What does it look like? I’m helping her.”
Red glowered, eyeing Helena and her freshly bleeding face. He glowered and stalked out of the room, taking care to step wide of the large dog that lay eying him from beside the Russian.
Helena nodded at Fox and began disinfecting and binding the wounds on her face and neck. She had to patch and seal her left eye with bandages, as well as her left ear. She knew from her training that you should start with the most serious wound, but she could not face the prospect just yet.
When she was done, she pointed at the fastenings to her armour and signed to Fox “Help”.
Fox nodded and helped undo the clasps holding her body armour in place, gently lifting it over her head and placing it next to her helmet on the floor. Fox gasped as she saw the blood start flowing through the thick scabbing over Helena’s left shoulder and she quickly helped Helena remove her Kevlar weave overshirt, gently easing it off her as the blood stuck it to her skin.
Together they washed and disinfected the wound, binding it tightly with yet more bandages. When they were done, Helena gently lifted up her undershirt to expose her ribs – huge black bruises marred her skin and she sighed, nodding at the bandages.
Fox smiled – “Probably a good thing we found a whole load of these down here, eh?”
Helena returned the smile as best she could as Fox passed the bandage roll around her chest, covering the bruised area. She winced as Fox pulled them tight, but nodded reassuringly when Fox glanced at her face to check if she was hurting her. Fox secured the bandages and Helena lowered her undershirt and signed “Thank you”.
Fox smiled and replied “You’re welcome”.
Helena picked up the canteen “Drink” she commanded Alexi.
He sat up and raised his head. Helena poured water from the canteen into his mouth, and Alexi lapped it up.
“Now, lets see about you.” she said, smiling down at him...
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Just say he was a "passer by", staying at the hotel temporarily or some crap like that.
Anyways.. I can't decide whether or not to.. 'intervene'.
No, I guess not. You can all wait another night for the surprises.
Exactly...President Snow just happening to be at the Hotel..ok,I'll buy that.
President Snow being one of Tombstones men or affiliates...
...Now,concerning your interventions...well,you certainly have enough material for an event.
He was one of your bikers at the hotel. That's how I RP'd it, and that's how it is.
He was one of MY NPC's that I put there, and he was part of your group. He was at the hotel the whole time like the other bikers so you never really noticed him.
He was still one of your affiliates, though not a very familiar one.
this is becoming a curse, just like Dark's thing of always starting a new page. But yes they combine well. can we just leave it this way, or do I need to edit?
Two bikers approached Halon as he was overseeing the remodel of the gate/bus.
"Tomb told us to ask if you need help with anything." T-rex asked.
"Do you know how to set up explosives?" Halon asked.
"What kind are we talking about?" the biker replied.
"I'm looking at a horde of zombies coming our way, I'm also looking at a nice surplus of tank shells. So, put 1 and 2 together, I want you to make an IED for me out of tank shells." Halon said while leading the two bikers into the garage to show them the cache.
"Whoah, that's a lot." both bikers almost said in unison while looking at a stash of over 40 shells.
"Yeah, too much for what I want to bring." Halon slapped a shell, "We have two tanks and one of them acts up so I don't want to put too much burden on them, on top of some supplies we may stack up on them I plan to have some people riding on the turret."
"Do you know how to rig a bomb using these?" Woolly asked T-Rex.
"Not exactly, but I may be able to make something out of it Woolly my friend." T-Rex replied while rubbing his hands together.
"If you don't know how to do it without blowing us all up, then don't because I'll find another way to use them." Halon began while walking up to the tanks themselves. "Wait, T-Rex and Woolly?"
"Yeah, why?" Woolly replied.
"You guys named after prehistoric animals?" Halon asked while pointing at both of the bikers.
"We are." T-Rex looked over a shell.
"Is there somebody named Al?" Halon asked smiling.
"Why?" Woolly replied.
"You know, Al, Allosaurus?" Halon smiled until the two bikers just shrugged their shoulders.
"When we get out of this mess, I'm getting you guys a damn biology book." Halon said dissapointed that they didn't get his joke.
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Halon caught up to Mace and decided to give hime battle orders.
"Mace listen I've got the organization alright?" Halon began while grabbing Mace from behind.
"I'm listening okay." Mace replied.
"Okay, Cali, Patrick, George, and myself are going in Sheila. I want Theron, Sherman, Kyle, and you in Amber. Have all the kids in the hummer with Lisa, Michelle, and Snyder on the gun. It'll be a tight fit, but everyone should be able to get in there. The pick up we brought back needs a quick weld to close the bed and we'll put fuel in there along with some weapons. Have Berta drive the pick up with Stanley. I also need 2 people to grab stingers and sit on the turrets in case the ruskies or somebody we don't like have helicopters. Everybody else and the food and medical supplies go in the bus when its ready."
"Is that all?" Mace tried to remember everything.
"Yep, oh and 10 shells for each tank before I forget." Halon went to see if Saunders had drunk the entire booze supply when he saw Keira on the couch still.
"Hey Keira..." Halon said softly and quietly trying not to startle her, "we're going to be going soon so we'll need to move you."
Keira looked at Halon and tried to raise her hands.
"Now you need to promise me that when you get back to being fully awake you won't try to kill anyone, especially me." Halon patted her shoulders.
Keira motioned her fingers to get Halon to move his face closer.
"Worse...injection...I...ever...seen." Keira said sleepily, "I'll...show you...how...because...it feth...fething hurt."
"I'll take that as a positive thing and not a threat okay?" Halon said while getting back up and began to walk to the bar.
"Please don't let that be a threat." Halon pleaded in his head.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Just say he was a "passer by", staying at the hotel temporarily or some crap like that.
Anyways.. I can't decide whether or not to.. 'intervene'.
No, I guess not. You can all wait another night for the surprises.
Exactly...President Snow just happening to be at the Hotel..ok,I'll buy that.
President Snow being one of Tombstones men or affiliates...
...Now,concerning your interventions...well,you certainly have enough material for an event.
He was one of your bikers at the hotel. That's how I RP'd it, and that's how it is.
He was one of MY NPC's that I put there, and he was part of your group. He was at the hotel the whole time like the other bikers so you never really noticed him.
He was still one of your affiliates, though not a very familiar one.
OOC:...ok...two things,first ....the NPCs that I created as listed on the front page of this RP are ALL of the bikers that exist, the fact that you wish to create an NPC is not a problem,the fact that you wish to create an NPC and then state " ...and he is one of the group of bikers that didn't exist until this moment" just doesn't fly,the group of NPC bikers have coexisted ( in the RP world) for years together,and I've clearly outlined each ones personality/characteristics ...none of which include an older ex Swedish Politician.
Secondly...By your own RPs,your NPC being one of "Tombstones men" doesn't work,due to the fact that Tombstone has been associated with each biker NPC for a minimum of five years,which..according to your back story concerning President Snow would make it impossible to for him to be one of the "Final 12" because he was busy being President of Sweden at the time.
Again,create all the NPCs you'd like too,hell have the entire cast of Naruto show up at the Hotel if that's your wish...but don't create an NPC and try to force him into a position he clearly can't be in.
The entire cast of Naruto showed up at the hotel, luckily T-Rex had created the IED's that Halon wanted. The shells exploded, killing every member of the naruto cast, even the animators just in case.
"Damn, I gotta make more IED's" T-Rex thought while wiping his sweaty brow.
halonachos wrote:The entire cast of Naruto showed up at the hotel, luckily T-Rex had created the IED's that Halon wanted. The shells exploded, killing every member of the naruto cast, even the animators just in case.
"Damn, I gotta make more IED's" T-Rex thought while wiping his sweaty brow.
OOC: Just in case Fitzz.
OOC:...Have I mentioned how brilliant you are yet today??
I should add that I am not attempting to get into an argument with Karon, I'm merely pointing out that what he did with his creation of the NPC in the context he's trying to use it,would be akin to me creating an NPC and placing him among FM Ninjas men in their APC,she has clearly outlined who is among her group...so I couldn't just say "..And then Bob,the guy who was friends with Jennifer but no one knew about showed up."...if you get what I'm saying.
halonachos wrote:The entire cast of Naruto showed up at the hotel, luckily T-Rex had created the IED's that Halon wanted. The shells exploded, killing every member of the naruto cast, even the animators just in case.
"Damn, I gotta make more IED's" T-Rex thought while wiping his sweaty brow.
OOC: Just in case Fitzz.
OOC:...Have I mentioned how brilliant you are yet today??
I should add that I am not attempting to get into an argument with Karon, I'm merely pointing out that what he did with his creation of the NPC in the context he's trying to use it,would be akin to me creating an NPC and placing him among FM Ninjas men in their APC,she has clearly outlined who is among her group...so I couldn't just say "..And then Bob,the guy who was friends with Jennifer but no one knew about showed up."...if you get what I'm saying.
No, you haven't but thank you Fitzz. I agree with you though and wasn't going against you, just trying to make sure that Karon wouldn't take up your offer. While President Snow IS Karon's NPC, the bikers(every single uneducated and low brow member ) are Fitzz's with the exception of Mace who is not low brow because he knows what an allosaurus is .
In terms of him being a passerby that's a little iffy. People don't just 'pass by' like they used to and if he did show up, one of Halon's snipers would've seen him and told Halon about him. Chances are now is not a good time to introduce Snow because the chances of him being there are slim to none. I would recommend him being with the russians somehow(sweden is near russia so they could be allies in this zombie world you know) if you want the most realistic way of introducing Snow, Karon. Other than that he could be a dead corpse or something.
Get it, Dead Snow?
It's also from Norway which is close to Sweden so BOOM! Two for one daddy-o.
TBH, I'm thinking I should have just made him part of my character from the start. feth hindsight.
Very well, I see the logic in your statements, I was just getting rather bored with just RP'ing my rather stoic character, so I will remove him for now, but he will be back soon.
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President Snow saw the flying bird made out of detonation clay fly towards him, obliterating him. A giant resengan hit Pain in the gak, injuring him. Just then, a German MG-42 appeared in the wall, mowing down everyone.
(President Snow is gone for now, Patrick is with Halon we shall say)
Okay, going away now until next week. I've got work and I'm studying for 3 exams which are crucial for maintaining B's in two classes and attempting an A in one.
Also, I work at a toy store right now and after black friday and the coming sales days I feel obligated to post this:
also russia probably wouldn't nuke america, probably just conventonal/firebomb the plsce so they could use the infastructure ---- BIC
The amtracks Roared back down the Road, covering the mile or so back to the hotel in a matter of minutes (3) before coming screeching to a halt infront of the hotel, Royce jumped up, slaming the hatch against the hull of the vehicle as he called out to the men trying to dissaseble the gate-bus.
"STOP!" he yelled as he leapt fromn his hatch, stumbling as he landed, "you'll need that, there's a MASSIVE hoard coming your way, get dug in or get out but you may need that gate"
the worker dissasmebling the gate stopped, "you got gakking me, your're joking"
"no i'm not joking, if your leaving we'll wait for you, but if not, good luck" he replyed, staring the man down
One of the people working on the bus to make it driveable came running into the hotel to tell Halon about the swarm.
"Halon, there's a swarm of zeds coming are way, the marines came back to tell us!" Joe began panting.
"I know that there's zombies headed our way." Halon responded calmly,"I also know that the russians will bombard huge hordes of zombies, zombies that are headed our way."
Joe looked at Halon.
Halon rolled his eyes and sighed, "Joe, just keep working on the bus. We're going to blow a hole in the back wall to drive out of and leave bombs at the main gate to help control the flow of zombies towards us. Don't worry, all will be good."
"What about the marines?" Joe was still trying to recover, "They said that they'll help us."
"Think they'll like the fact that we have some of their tanks?" Halon responded.
"No,maybe, well..." Joe stumbled over his words.
"Tell them we're okay and we'll be alright without them." Halon replied shoving Joe back towards the main door.
.....
"Ummm... he says that we're good, but thanks anyways." Joe said while he got back to working on the bus.
"What in the..." Royce thought as he watched the guy take sheet metal away from the driver's windows.
"Has Halon always been nuts ma'am?" Royce asked Jennifer.
"Not really, he liked miniguns a little too much...why?" Jennifer replied almost confused.
"He just told one of his guys that they don't need our help and the guys taking their gate apart." Royce replied equally confused.
.........
Meanwhile Halon went to tell Tomb that the marines were back and saw that preparations were well under way. Most of the personal items had been gathered and the food was near the door. They would leave half of the generators and all of the excess radio equipment. They had enough food to last them all for a week which would be enough to find another place and clear it out.
"Geeze, marines are back." Halon thought "Why can't we just head out in peace? Because of a bunch of zombies, that didn't stop us before."
OOC: The Russians aren't using nuclear weapons in there tactical strikes,they're using high intensity thermobaric weapons and "vacuum bombs".
Basically for the reasons you cited Ninja..kill the people and the walkers,but leaves no nasty fallout.
BIC:....
T-Rex and Woolly finished rigging the charges Halon had requested and begun aiding in the fueling of various vehicles.
The rest of the Satans Servants,less Tombstone,Deadman and Tasha,were all busily stocking their two Hummers and the motorcycles with additional ammo and supplies and seeing to the fueling of each vehicle.
The inside of the Hotel was still a sea of activity,and Tombstone had to admire the efficiency with which Halons people had moved,practically every useful item in the Hotel had been carried out and loaded into various transports...all in less than 40 minutes.
"Still" Tombstone thought "we're cutting it close...we need to haul ass."
" How much longer?" the biker said turning to Tasha.
" Five minutes Stone...we're just getting the last of the ammunition loaded up" The woman replied.
" Hey Tomb...how's it looking!" Halon called,as he walked towards the biker.
" Five to ten minutes tops and we'll be ready to roll bro." The biker replied.
Halon nodded " That group of Marines are back...and apparently Saunders was correct...there's a huge horde of walkers approaching"
Tombstone laughed " You getting a sense of Deja vue yet bro?" The biker asked Halon.
Halon shook his head " Nope..I hate French food" he said and laughed.
" Funny." Tombstone smiled " let's hope the walkers feel the same."
" Why...are you French?" Halon laughed
Tombstone slaped his friend on the back " Oui Oui." he laughed.
" AH hell we're fethed.." Halon burst out laughing.
Catos looked in horror as he knew he had lost. If he did make a move, then it seems his knew companion Falco would die, but if he did'nt make a moce they would all suffer for it, his mind was bursting, it just could'nt be, it was the worst choice that he could ever have to make.
But myabe he did'nt have to make it.
Falco opened his eyes and came back to consciousness, then slowly looked around at the scene that was unfolding, and realised what was happening. He carefully looked up and saw the Russian seargent that was holding him, and that he was focusing on Rachel and Catour, but he was'nt even bothering to look at Falco. He could use this to his advantage. He was still feeling the painn in his body, but he knew that if he did'nt do something, lives would be taken, mostprobably his.
He thought back to when his dad and tried to teach him school subjects, it was'nt as good as real school, but he had learnt quite a few things. Now he specifically thought back to when his dad had tried to teach him Biology. Falco had learnt about the human body quite fairly and he had learnt about the brain, his dad had told him that there was a part of the brain at the back of the head, that controlled voluntary movement. If Falco could get the shot right he could disable the Russians voluntary movement, so that the Russian would die without pulling the trigger, it was risky but he had to try it.
Slowly reaching for the Russians pistol and taking it out, Falco carefully aimed at the back of the Russians head, he had to get this right.
Sorry to reign on your parade, Kais, but your character does not have any weapons on him. Might I suggest an edit so that he gets the Russians' pistol instead?
And also, Halonachos, why oh why did you have to call the tank SHEILA!? It does not bode well for the future..
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Catos looked in horror as he knew he had lost. If he did make a move, then it seems his knew companion Falco would die, but if he did'nt make a moce they would all suffer for it, his mind was bursting, it just could'nt be, it was the worst choice that he could ever have to make.
But myabe he did'nt have to make it.
Falco opened his eyes and came back to consciousness, then slowly looked around at the scene that was unfolding, and realised what was happening. He carefully looked up and saw the Russian seargent that was holding him, and that he was focusing on Rachel and Catour, but he was'nt even bothering to look at Falco. He could use this to his advantage. He was still feeling the painn in his body, but he knew that if he did'nt do something, lives would be taken, mostprobably his.
He thought back to when his dad and tried to teach him school subjects, it was'nt as good as real school, but he had learnt quite a few things. Now he specifically thought back to when his dad had tried to teach him Biology. Falco had learnt about the human body quite fairly and he had learnt about the brain, his dad had told him that there was a part of the brain at the back of the head, that controlled voluntary movement. If Falco could get the shot right he could disable the Russians voluntary movement, so that the Russian would die without pulling the trigger, it was risky but he had to try it.
Slowly reaching for his M9 and taking it out, Falco carefully aimed at the back of the Russians head, he had to get this right.
Slowly and steadily he pulled the trigger...
Your weapons got confiscated. It was part of your own rp.
SilverMK2 wrote:Can we just clarify whether you used nukes on Pineville, Dark?
I did not. The Russians want to salvage this country, not ruin it more. They were just very, very, very, high explosives. Basically, whatever FITZZ said.
Catos wrote:The russian sergeant grinned a horrible rotten toothy grin, and he said
"Stupid fools! He will die anyway!"
The russian pulled the trigger on his gun but no bullets came out.
"No ammo." Catour said. He had taken out the magazine in the fight and he held it in his hand.
"Who's helpless now?" Rachel snorted.
"Oh Shi..."
The russian had no time to finish his sentance before an icy blade came down on him and sliced his neck.
My friend, how do you get ammo off someones' gun in a fight? I don't see that happening, I'm afraid. In the interests of the story, you should have left it to Kais to kill him, but ah well. Change it if you want, it doesn't make a great deal of difference. Besides, do you really see him just standing there waiting to get stabbed?
And don't moan at me for moaning, you invented your own misery.
But in all seriousness, a fair few of you guys are treating the Russian military as if they have no experience whatsoever, and yes, they do have body armour and sidearms.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:But in all seriousness, a fair few of you guys are treating the Russian military as if they have no experience whatsoever, and yes, they do have body armour and sidearms.
I haven't called an event yet, so no worries people. No PMing necessary. I've already spoken to Scrazza about his PM, which is still fine, it's just more of a "request".
I know I said I would have written an event this morning, but I got up late (for me, anyways) and what's more I'm still quite ill. So, because of that, event may or may not (probably won't) be up today. Or tomorrow, for that matter.
But fear not, because I will work something out as soon as I can.
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