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Jimmy's quest for pants..Part l.
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Jimmy and Artemis walked quietly through the museum,Jimmy staring up at a looming T-Rex skeleton as they entered the Museum proper.

" Well.." Jimmy said " At least we don't have to deal with anything like that." he laughed.

" If Fox had a way to time travel...we would be." Artemis said flatly.

" If you hate him so much...why do you work for him?" Jimmy said.

Artemis drove her elbow hard into Jimmy's abdomen ..doubling him over.

" I told you!..I don't work for Fox!" Artemis yelled.

Jimmy stood and grabbed the girl so quickly it shocked her,he twisted her arms behind her back and forced a knee into her back driving her to the floor.

" Don't feed me that gak" Jimmy said through gritted teeth " Your to damn good to be trapped here..so..if your not working for him...what's your fething story?"

" Let me up!" Artemis yelled

Jimmy sighed and turned loose of the girl,stepping back in case she decided to attack him.

" I told you...I don't work for Fox...and that's all you need to know right now!!" the girl yelled " I've helped you from the moment you landed on this island...and your ass would be dead if not for me!!"

Jimmy folded his arms and stared at the girl " Ok...so you don't work for Fox..why the hell are you here?"

" I have my reasons...if that's not good enough then go to hell" Artemis said " And...if you ever put your hands on me again...I'll kill you."

Jimmy shook his head " No..I don't think you will..I think you need me for something..I don't know what it is...but...I doubt you'd go through the trouble of saving me just to cut my throat yourself."

Artemis sighed " Just...keep your hands to yourself.."

Jimmy nodded "Ok..."

The Girl looked around " There's some pants for you" she said pointing to a wax display of Washington crossing the Delaware.

" Go to hell" Jimmy laughed walking towards a room marked Military through The Ages.

Jimmy's quest for pants...Part ll..
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Jimmy walked down a wide corridor,wax figures displayed on each side depicting various "Great Warriors" of History.
Passing Roman centurions and Scottish Highlanders Jimmy shook his head hoping somewhere further up along the displays he'd locate a warrior who actually wore pants.

Artemis walked slowly behind him,staring intently at the wax figures...she paused and looked towards Jimmy...and burst out laughing.

Jimmy was standing in front of a scene depicting the Battle of the Alamo..staring at the figure of Davey Crockett,Kentucky long riffle in hand...bedecked in buckskin...and a coonskin cap.

He turned and looked at Artemis " I'm not wearing that." he said walking further up the corridor.

Artemis burst out giggling,supporting herself on the wall as she did.

Eventually Jimmy came to displays of more Modern times,a World War l Dough boy,a British RAF pilot,German Wehrmacht,Japanese SNLF...a Vietnam war era Green Beret..followed by an US Army Ranger.

Jimmy pulled the wax figure of the Ranger from it's display and begin to remove it's boots and OD BDUs.

He turned at the sounds of Artemis laughing hysterically once again.

" Just what the hell is so damn funny?" Jimmy asked puzzled.

" You..You.." Artemis gasped trying to catch her breath through her laughter " You didn't even ask him his name or buy him a drink first."

Jimmy turned to the wax figure whose pants were now around it's knees and pulled it close " My names Jimmy" he said in his best Elvis impersonation " What's yours little mama?" he drawled planting a kiss on the figures wax lips.

Artemis collapsed to the floor...her laughter echoing through the silent museum.

He's playing for the other team! Get 'im!

Jesting aside, I really should post.


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BIC:

Jacob and Marcus had been heading towards the museum for about five minutes at a more than reasonable pace, considering the number of Infected that were around. Suddenly, one burst out of an obscured alleyway, and as Marcus shouted "Look out!" just in time, Jacob managed to dodge a swipe from elongated fingers. His right fist smashed into its face, followed by a backhand and then a left punch to the stomach. Then, he dropped to the ground, held up by his hands, and knocked the Infected's legs from under it with his own. He jumped up as Marcus brought a steel-etched boot slamming down on its face a few times, ending its miserable immitation of life.

Marcus grimaced as he surveyed the mess on his boot. "He buying me a new pair o' these," he joked, indicating to his boots as he wiped the life-gruel of the Infected off on some nearby grass. "We should move," Jacob stated flatly, cleaning his fists on the grass just to be sure. After all, it'd be a real shame for his.. monumental.. ambitions to be left unrealized in the rotting body of one of them. The very idea of it disgusted him.
"Yeah, lets move," Marcus concurred, and so they set off once again. Looking back the way they had come, half-a-dozen more Infected had caught wind of them. "We can't outrun them, they're too close - grab something," Jacob ordered calmly, picking up an Iron bar that was lying nearby, increasing his damage potential tenfold. Marcus started lobbing stones - it was unlikely to have a great deal of effect, but he managed to knock down one with a lucky headshot, and make another stumble before he ran out of "ammo". Jacob slammed his impromptu weapon into his first assailant, the blunt-end smashing through its face just below the temple, and gouging out an eye, stopping to break a nose on its way out. He continued his attack by reversing his first blow and slamming it, two-handed, into the Infected's throat, not once, not twice, but thrice, to catastrophic effect. The Infected collapsed, off-coloured blood pouring from its face and its neck twisted and broken.

A second Infected ran at him, and he braced himself. On the moment of impact, he bent low and using his arm and its momentum, sent it flying over his back. The feel of its wet, squishy flesh on his neck sickened him, his hatred for these abominations growing with every passing second. He spun round, and slammed his weapon into the Infected's face. He then continued to beat its face into a bloody, unrecognisable mess. Even after it had stopped moving, he continued to gouge out a bloody crevice within its face.
"Jacob!" Someone screamed at the edge of his senses, clouded by his uncharacteristic fury. "Jacob, you bastard, get over here!" He looked up from his gruesome work, and saw Marcus atop a discarded red sports car, kicking and dodging the remaining three Infected. Jacob spared one final glance down at the body below him, spat on it, then ran off to help his friend.

Two Infected turned to meet him, and he dropped the first with a blow to the face and the second fell when Marcus jump off the sports car, and landed on it, crushing it beneath his boots. A stamp on the back of the neck finished it off. The last Infected, a small, runty thing, seemed to realize the hopelessness of its situation, and skulked off back into whatever dark hole it came from.

Marcus looked at him. "You alright Jay?"
Jacob breathed deeply a few times, before looking up and nodding. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

They continued on their journey, neither looking back once at the mess they were leaving behind them.






[edited to change fact to face ]

They continued on. It didn't take much longer to reach the museum, however, as they approached, complications presented themselves. Marcus and Jacob took cover behind a bright yellow car, which Marcus turned his lip up at. "Some people have serious taste issues," he complained.

The two 'contestants' surveyed the front of the museum - it seemed to have been swarmed by Infected, and there was an angry vibe in the air. "Well damn, that's a metaphorical kick in the bollocks if I ever saw one. We go through that last group just to meet, what, thirty, forty of 'em here?"
Jacob nodded, "we've taken on more than this before."
"So, what's your point? We've always had some assault rifles before," Marcus replied.
"True," Jacob continued, "but we've always had our brains but rarely had to use them for clearing out infestations. You remember that time when we were stuck in I-36, cut off and almost out of ammo?"
"Yeah, and then we got that oil tanker and rammed the sh*t outta those ugly sons-a-bitches. Dunno 'bout you, but I don't see no oil tanker 'round 'ere."
"I don't know about you, but I don't see five-hundred Infected here."
"Well, what're we sitting around here for? Lets find something that works."

Jimmy's quest for pants...Part lll..
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BIC:...

Jimmy slipped into the BDU pants,then stripped of his tattered shirt and exchanged it for OD shirt worn by the wax figure...Jimmy also decided to take the combat harness as well discovering that the K-Bar knife in the sheath was indeed real...he quickly strap on his machete and holster and slung the bandelier of shotgun shells and quiver of bolts over his chest.

" Well.." He said lacing his boots " How do I look ?"

Artemis laughed again " Like an extra in a John Wayne movie."

Jimmy stagger stepped forward " Well I'll tell ya Pilgrim" He said in his beat Impersonation of the Duke " I'm the best dressed A**hole West of the Pecos."

" Technically your East of the Pecos...but you got the A**hole part right" Artemis laughed.

Jimmy popped his middle finger up at the girl and smiled.

" Let's move upstairs" Artemis said " The files I want to show you are up there."

" Files ?" Jimmy asked

" Yes...files..I think you'll find them interesting." Artemis replied.

Jimmy nodded and the two walked towards the stairwell.

Files? Do want in. Will get in.

Not if I keep you occupied dear Dark...

*Sniper Rifle cocked and aimed....*

Hmm, sorry for my lack of RP's, I am just trying to think something out. Falco needs to find Rachel as he became quite attached to her on the boat, and as they agreed to work together, but also, he needs to meet up with his brother for obvious reasons. The problem is, if he goes for Rachel first, he may then be way too far away from his brother. But if he goes for his brother first, him and his little group will most probably not care about going to get Rachel.

Bit of a dilemma

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmm, sorry for my lack of RP's, I am just trying to think something out. Falco needs to find Rachel as he became quite attached to her on the boat, and as they agreed to work together, but also, he needs to meet up with his brother for obvious reasons. The problem is, if he goes for Rachel first, he may then be way too far away from his brother. But if he goes for his brother first, him and his little group will most probably not care about going to get Rachel.

Bit of a dilemma

If in doubt, grab an AK, find a target-rich-environment, shut your eyes tight.. then... then you SPRAY 'N' PRAY!!!

Well ... imagine it, don't want to see you on television tonight

(Silly! Rifle me up daaawg!)

Why am I a Daawg? I thought i was a boy, and even a silly one.

Revelations...Part l..
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BIC:....

Jimmy followed Artemis up the flight of stairs into a large office marked " Research Dept."
Inside,Artemis flipped the power on and a bank of computers hummed to life.

" So...what's in these files ?" Jimmy asked sitting down at one of the desk.

" The origins of the virus.." Artemis said " And a possible cure.."

" Cure?" Jimmy said " But...the virus has been contained...for the most part." he paused " Besides...according to all data the State has...the virus in incurable."

" I said possible cure.." Artemis said " And believe me Jimmy..if what I believe will happen does happen...we will need a cure...the hole world will."

Jimmy stared at Artemis...he didn't like the sound of what she was saying.

CRAP.

I have no idea what to do. There are, like 4 people in my museaum and I have no idea what to do with them!

chowderhead 13 wrote:CRAP.

I have no idea what to do. There are, like 4 people in my museum and I have no idea what to do with them!

4 people?...did I miss something?...I thought that Jimmy and Artemis were the only two in the museum ATM.

FITZZ wrote:

chowderhead 13 wrote:CRAP.

I have no idea what to do. There are, like 4 people in my museum and I have no idea what to do with them!

4 people?...did I miss something?...I thought that Jimmy and Artemis were the only two in the museum ATM.

Nope.

I'm in the History wing, and Dark is currently doing something to the front gate.

chowderhead13 wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

chowderhead 13 wrote:CRAP.

I have no idea what to do. There are, like 4 people in my museum and I have no idea what to do with them!

4 people?...did I miss something?...I thought that Jimmy and Artemis were the only two in the museum ATM.

Nope.

I'm in the History wing, and Dark is currently doing something to the front gate.

Aha...so I see..

Well...I suppose we're all going to be meeting up real soon..

In the shack was a collection of various pipes. Pipes that were big, Pipes that were small, Pipes that were short, Pipes that were long. All around the shack pipes lay round. Till the new inhabitants began gaining the ground. One by one they collected pipes, big ones, small ones, short ones, long ones, not a single useful pipe was left alone as the group began to arm themselves.

As the group left the shack with their new assortments, they laid their eyes upon a group of infected that had been traveling down the shore. Gripping ever tighter on their new found friends, they prepared for the fight, with a delight that they rushed into battle with these brainless cattle.

FITZZ wrote:

chowderhead13 wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

chowderhead 13 wrote:CRAP.

I have no idea what to do. There are, like 4 people in my museum and I have no idea what to do with them!

4 people?...did I miss something?...I thought that Jimmy and Artemis were the only two in the museum ATM.

Nope.

I'm in the History wing, and Dark is currently doing something to the front gate.

Aha...so I see..

Well...I suppose we're all going to be meeting up real soon..

I have about 3-4 scenarios planned out. PM if you want them.

Chowder, I had no idea you were in the museum!

Must PM.

Eh, no worries.

I'm over in Japanese History.

Revelations...Part ll...
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Jimmy leaned back in his chair staring at Artemis " What do you mean the world will need a cure?...The Virus was contained...hell with the exception of this crazy fething island..I doubt there are any infected anywhere."

" For now.." Artemis said " But...that could change...rapidly."

" Wha??..How!" Jimmy said.

" Don't you get it.." Artemis said sternly " Fox has the Reaper Virus...enough to decimate half the population of any Country he chooses...think of "The Game" on a national scale..."

" Jesus.." Jimmy whispers.

" Fox is insane Jimmy...obsessed with what he calls the Survival Nucleus...meaning the Elite...those who have the skills to survive any disaster..." Artemis paused "..And soon Fox will be able to turn the World into one giant Game."

" My God.." Jimmy said " Doesn't he remember what it was like...what happened before when the virus was running wild?"

" I'm sure he does.." Artemis said " And..that's the point...he enjoyed it."

" That's..." Jimmy paused.

" Insane.." Artemis finished for him " Doesn't matter...the fact is...he can do it...and...I want to stop him if I can."

" Show me these files.." Jimmy said moving closer to Artemis.

Revelations...Part lll...
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Artemis leaned over and began to type on one of the computer keyboards..." Project: Reaper/Access..Omega 666....."

The screen filled with a wall of text and graphs...Jimmy leaned closer and read what was there..

"100 percent communicable..96 percent of the population dead within the first three years worldwide if unchecked...jesus christ" Jimmy muttered. " And Fox wants to unleash that hell again..?"

Artemis nodded " Survival of the fittest...the ultimate Game"

My god..." Jimmy said in disbelief.

" Stay here..I have some hard copies I want to show you as well" Artemis said " Along with some recorded material I ..borrowed from Fox."

Artemis started for the door when Jimmy stood and moved along side her " Wait...I'll go with you" he said " There could still be more of those crazies creeping around here."

Artemis nodded " Yes...you could be right.."

They exited the room unaware of the camera on the far wall turning to follow them.


OOC:...

That's your cue Chowder...Jimmy and Artemis are headed your way.

Dmitri swore under his breath. The man and the girl were heading his way. He took out the cloth and cleaned the blood from his sword. I don't want to kill them twice, he thought.

Then came the spotlights. One on the girl, and one on the man.

"Well, silly contestants, it appears you have found the bonus stage!" It was the Fox. "For you to advance, you need to help my friend find his wife."

"Damn Damn Damn Damn! I don't want to kill more people!" Dmitri screamed in his head

"You and him will get along just fine. Now, as an added incentive, he's in the room! HAHAHA! Oh, and by the way, you have 60 seconds before the entire place goes boom."

"The HELL?!?!" Screamed the man. "Don't worry, Artemis, we'll get through this- " But Artemis was gone, on the back of Dmitri.

"Come! We go!" Screamed the Russian over the blasts, coming ever so closer.

The three ran. They ran past the corpses, ran past the irreplaceable artifacts, and ran away from the documents. The last thing Dmitri remembered before he came to was the force of the blasts propelling him out the window. The next would be about as gentile.

"WAKE UP!" The girl, Artemis, slammed her sword butt into his temple.

She was smiling.



OOC: FITZZ, fill in the parts of your character.

Revelations...Part lV...
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BIC:....

Jimmy had been walking slightly behind Artemis when he was suddenly blinded by glaring light..

" What the.." Jimmy muttered shielding his eyes...

Suddenly Mr. Fox's voice filled the room...Jimmy was to dazed to make out everything being said...but definitely understood what Fox meant by "Boom."

" fething Bomb!!" Jimmy shouted " What the Hell ...Don't worry, Artemis, we'll get through this..."

But Artemis was already on the move...on the back of the man Jimmy assumed Fox had been talking about...

" feth" Jimmy yelled as an explosion somewhere back in the museum shook the floor,he sprinted off following the man...as all around him the museum begin to shake.

Jimmy saw a large wall of decorative windows ahead...it was the only way out now...he could hear a series of explosions moving through the structure...a huge crystal chandelier crashing to the floor as at broke loose from it's housing above..

" Move Goddamnit Move!!" Jimmy yelled as he dove through one of the windows ,the museum disintegrating behind him...

Glancing over his shoulder as he landed and rolled he saw Artemis and the man fly through a second window propelled by the force of the blast.

Artemis tucked and rolled from the mans back...but the man hit the ground with a bone jarring thud..

Jimmy stood staring at the flaming ruins of the Museum...

" Jesus ..." He said.

Artemis was quickly on her feet rushing towards the man..." That explosion is going to draw Evey infected on the island " She said " We have to move quick.."

" Is he dead?" Jimmy said pointing at the man on the ground.

" No.." Artemis said bending over the man..." But we will all be dead if we don't get the hell out of here."

She drew her sword and hit the man in the head with the handle " Wake UP!!" she yelled into the mans face.

His eyes fluttered open as his hand went to his head.

Artemis smiled " If you don't want to die...get on your feet and get moving..."

The man stood wobbling on his feet " Where..where are we going.." he asked

The sounds of the approaching infected had begun to grow.

" I know a place.." Artemis said " Let's go."

With that she was off and running..

" C'mon" Jimmy yelled to the man as he rushed after Artemis..

Hmph. Will post soon.

Just as Jacob and Marcus were about to start searching, several shockwaves, at intervals of about ten seconds, shook the ground. "What in the name of f*ck?" Marcus exclaimed. Jacob had no comforting answer to that question, and they observed in surprise as several fireballs exploded out of the museum. "What are you up to?" Jacob whispered, though he knew Fox couldn't hear him. Or.. could he? He disregarded the thought and watched as the museum continued to die explosively. Several sections collapsed, and a few Infected were killed by falling rubble. Marcus grimaced, "ouch." The rest of the Infected scattered in confusion; like animals running on instinct. But Jacob would be damned if there was anything on this planet that could come back to life and still be called an animal, because 'animal' implied that it was alive. Walking corpse did not.

Marcus also noticed several people jumping out of a far window, rolling athletically, and for some, crashing clumsily, to the ground. After a few seconds spent recovering themselves, the window-jumping-trio began to hastily escape the death throes of the museum as large pieces of rubble were sent flying by the explosions. What the trio of runners did not know, however, was that they were heading straight towards Jacob and Marcus.

"Do we take 'em?" Marcus asked. Jacob considered momentarily, then he decided and turned back to Marcus. "No, they could be useful - we let them live," then he added sinisterly, "for now."

As the three runners - two men and a girl who seemed strangely familiar ran past their hiding place behind the car, Jacob and Marcus stood up. "And where would you be off to in such a hurry?" Jacob asked, announcing their presence.

RP:

Falco and Darius were stalking through the old forest, the trees shielding all light from the sun. Falco was worried, Rachel had gone into the city alone, and she could be dead by now. There was also the problem of his brother. Fox had told him that he was in the games, and for that reason, he needed to find him.

"Darius," he said, and Darius turned to him. " We need to get up on top of the trees, there nobody will be able to see us unless they are specifically looking for us up there. Also we have the added benefit of being able to look down on everything."

Darius paused for a few seconds, before nodding in agreement.

"Okay then, you go first. I'll follow."

Then, as if he had done it all of his life, Darius climbed the tree with ease, and rested upon a branch at the top, waiting for Falco.

"Darius," Falco laughed. "Very nice. Maybe one day you'll be as good as me," Falco didn't normally boast, but he let himself off this time, seeing as these could be the last few days of his life.

So then he followed, faster than Darius, and more graceful, before stopping one branch above Darius, and beckoning for him to follow. He did, and soon the reached the top. Once there, they started to move towards the city that was now slightly visible from thier position, before suddenly, Falco's arm stretched out to the side, and Darius stopped in response.
Falco spoke, quietly, but with a tone of worry in his voice.

"We've got company. Stay still."

"Son of a-"

A plume of flame and smoke, rolling into the sky, blotting the sun momentarily reflected off a pair of binoculars, that were in themselves, half buried under a sheet of leaf covered Canvas. The makeshift disguise twitched, and then stood up suddenly, revealing a man underneath, wearing the sheet as a cloak. Lowering the Binoculars, Sergei watched as the plume rose slowly into the sky, a marker for miles around. And all around him he heard, far below on the forest floor, the sounds of hundreds of screaming infected moving in on the position.

The Russian momentarily patted the mysterious black metal box, and pondered as to how he would ever find out what it's use was for, or even for that matter, the combination to open it.

As if by sheer chance, Sergei noticed the rustling of some tree tops in the distance. Pulling up his binoculars, he spied in on the movement, only to notice, much to his genuine surprise, a pair of people moving branch over branch, towards the city. One of them had something on his back. Sergei could in no way read what it said from the distance he was at, especially with his shoddy binoculars, but, it seemed as if there was a combination of numbers or letters
across the mans back.

"Son of a-"

Time for sergei to go a hunting
Poor Falco.