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Post by Kan on Aug 28, 2008 20:59:08 GMT
I neglect to mention how right he was about the sewers. Before my radio burned out I managed to catch the tail end of a cry for help and a warning to stay out of the sewers.
I jump over to the next roof, after making sure there were no dangers in sight.
"Come on!" I semi-shout as I run to the next and jump.
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Post by Scorpio on Aug 31, 2008 18:16:40 GMT
ooc: Using my second now. At the Racoon hospital Name: Saint John ‘sɪndʒɪn’ Malcom Age: 33 Height: 6' 4" Occupation: CURE agent Skills: Parkour, assault rifles, search and rescue, judo and boxing Equipment: M16, grapple device and cable, CURE uniform (protects against blunt force and stabbing wounds, fire and allows free movement, negligible firearm and shrapnel resistance) Uniform looks kinda like this, no horns or DD logo though, but same design and colour. ic: Saint John finished up synthesising the vaccine from the doctors notes, it wasn't anything near a cure, but it supposedly would help people with lower level infections. The vaccine was stored in a shatterproof vial, good for several large doses. He secured it into a pouch on his belt and grabbed his rifle, standing up he caught an image in a reflective cabinet door, a man in a black uniform with umbrella patches and a gas mask aiming an Uzi. Batatatat! Saint John dove behind a desk and fired back with his own rifle. The assailant dropped. The CURE agent headed out into the hall to check for other hostiles. "Hey fancy man!" A larger man in a similar uniform grabbed John by the throat and threw him against the wall, he dropped his M16. "Look at you, some kind of superhero? Lets see what you can do superhero." The large man picked him up again and threw him down the hall, he crashed against a trolley. "Superhero can't fly." "Rykov! What the hell man!" A third umbrella troop caught up with his teammate in time to see him throw Saint John. "Tell me that isn't a civie." "No, is superhero." Rykov grabbed a bottle of cleaner from the janitors cart and checked over the labels, flammable. "and I think I know which hero." He walked over to Saint John, still trying to stand, and kicked him down again, before dumping the contents of the bottle on him. "Dude....stop it. We're just supposed to find the work they were doing here." "Is human torch yes?" He pulled a lighter from his pocket and flickered it on, throwing it at the prone CURE agent. FWOOSH ooc: I'll add to this later, or in another post, NOT dead.
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Post by Kan on Sept 1, 2008 0:30:30 GMT
OOC: The first of two warnings, unless you have your character make it to the tram there is a good chance they will be killed. If there are still people not at teh tram by 3 days after the second warning I wil provide extra info.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Sept 1, 2008 22:32:21 GMT
I grunt while getting up and I button up my suit.
"I'm fine, just altittle sore and I'll need a new suit." I say, dusting off the sides of it.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 1, 2008 22:54:46 GMT
"Okay, we'd best keep moving, but tell me if you need a rest and we'll stop."
Remo helped her up and tried to keep them both moving towards the tram station.
"or we could stop at a tailor if you'd prefer." **************************************************
Rykov and his partner backed off as the flames spread across the hall, the pair running back to the elevator.
"This is bull man. I can't believe you just did that!"
"Relax, he was armed, him or us."
They both stepped into the lift, Rykov hit the ground floor button.
"You didn't have to go San Quentin on the guyhrrk!"
He choked on that sentence as a grapple lodged in his jaw, it was retracted before the doors shut. The CURE agent standing in his smoking uniform as he advanced.
"Heh, round two superhero."
As he descended, Rykov heard thumping on the roof of the elevator.
"No free rides. Say hello to my little friend!"
He fired his handgun upwards several times.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 1, 2008 23:11:59 GMT
Gordon sat quietly on the stairs that lead to the tram station. He had stopped drinking, knowing the group would need him if that huge beast with a rocket launcher came stomping back. He finished his cigarette quickly, with quick, savage puffs.
After throwing away the butt, Gordon heard the metal that made up the staircase banging from someone walking down. He turned halfway and looked at the man walking towards him, noticing that he carried a antique WWII era carbine. They were still being manufactured, amazingly, and the ammunition was plentiful, though Gordon hadn't found much at the gun store.
"The mechanic says it will take a little bit to fix the tram. You gonna finish that?" The man said, pointing to the bottle at Gordon's feet. Gordon sighed and handed him the bottle, then flicked his cigarette away and walked back up to the main part of the tram station.
There weren't too many ghouls wandering around, and the only inside outer was sprayed across the side of the tram, so Gordon felt pretty safe as he walked the short distance to the front of the tram. He stepped carefully through the doors, wary of the step up, then knocked on the sliding door that led to the very front of the tram.
"Come on in" A gruff voice answered. Gordon slid the door opened and saw a man hunched over the control panel, tinkering with the ripped out terminal.
"Would ya go any faster if you got any help?" Gordon asked.
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Post by Delacroix(Rei) on Sept 2, 2008 0:22:55 GMT
"These suits are worth more than what most people would make in a day Remo." I say, getting up and walking on my own now.
"Hopefully, you'd realize that I'm trained well enough to handle myself." I say, brushing hair out of my face.
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Post by Oct-taku on Sept 2, 2008 9:37:10 GMT
Trent followed closely behind. Roof-jumping wasn't exactly something he was good at, but thankfully it was close enough to jump with little to no risk.
Oh, and it was that or the streets.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 2, 2008 17:36:10 GMT
"Granted, I just want a head start on the big guy though."
"Who the hell was he anyway? He's not like those zombies." ****************************************************
Rykov stopped firing and reloaded.
"You dead yet hero?"
"Not quite."
Malcom used the claw on his grapple to cut through the cables of the lift.
"Lets see if YOU can fly."
The elevator car dropped to the bottom of the shaft and crashed. A low growling came from up the shaft. Malcom looked upwards, several large green ape like creatures had been apparently nesting up the top of the building.
"God damn you're ugly."
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Post by Kan on Sept 4, 2008 17:58:56 GMT
Trent was oh so right....below many scream could be heard, those who had managed to survive till now were losing the fight. I look back to Trent, "Come on, we have to hurry" I say before offering Trent a hand across a larger gap.
Eventually Both Trent and Jenkins will have made it to the tram station, both standing on the roof of a nearby building looking at the surrounding area, which was a total warzone, fires raging and even a garbage truck overturned.
"Holy sh*t" I mutter as I look over it, eventually noticing the group of people milling about the station. There was no form of unit cohesion or teamwork to them, obviously a group who managed to make it here by the skin of their teeth, lucky b*st*rds who never had any training in their lives, while me and my like were struggling to stay ahead of the infected.
"f*ck Umbrella, Come on lets get down their." I say to Trent before climbing down.
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In the Tram the drunk fixing the controls shouts out and curses, "F*ck!" apparently he managed to burn his fingers while crossing the wires, it would be a little more time yet but he seems to be getting close.
OOC: Second warnin people.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Sept 4, 2008 20:01:59 GMT
"It's alright, just a little zap. You should be fine." Gordon said, examining the mechanics burnt fingers.
"Hurts like a bitch, though." He replied, getting back to work. Gordon stepped out of the tram and went to check out the lines. It seemed that the absence of liquor had made the group into something resembling just that. A group.
"Hey, uhh Garry. Why isn't this thing working?" One of the guys said as he walked past. Gordon motioned for him to hand it to him, which he did. It was a Czech copy of an AK, that happened to look very much like the real thing. Except for the bullet casing sticking sideways out of the side.
"It's just a simple jam, here." Gordon said, holding the rifle with one hand while using the other to sweep the casing onto the ground. "Just knock them out if they come out like that again, these copies jam a LOT." Gordon advised, passing the man back his weapon. He smiled and nodded thankfully, then walked back to the window he had been looking out of.
As Gordon looked over the tram station he saw several people looking out the windows, making sure no ghouls wandered near the stairwell. Or inside-outers. A makeshift Poker game went on in one of the corners, the group using some small cash from their wallets. The reservist guy was passing them back their money, it seemed he had cleaned them all out. Gordon chuckled lightly, then walked to a almost deserted corner of the station. A sleeping drunk was his only company.
Gordon rested his arms on the windowsill and looked out over the city again. A lone zombie was stumbling along near the edge of the block. It seemed he hadn't noticed the group, but he noticed something now. The thing sent out a ghastly moan and started moving to the right of where Gordon was, moving perpendicular to the station.
Gordon moved his head out the open window and looked at what the ghoul was after. Two people scrambled down the fire escape of a building, and one of them looked armed. Gordon pulled his head back inside the tram station, then grabbed his CAR from where he had leaned it against the wall beside him.He waited to see if they were coming this way.
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Post by Kan on Sept 8, 2008 15:50:27 GMT
OOC: Ok don't say I didn't warn y'all.
As of now I will bring those who are heading to the Tram to it and will move these people to the clocktower, those who are not on there way will be left but are allowed to use your first characters in the RE 2 segment of the rp.
IC:
2 hours will have passed before the survivors manage to get to the tram and leave the station, a encounter with the monster Nemesis driving them forward, instead of allowing them to wait for more survivors.
Their escape form the creature would be short lived however, as one of the creatures rockets will have collided with the tram as it was in route to the tower. After a considerable effort the remaining survivors, just a few now as many of the drunkards will have died in the explosion, manage to repel the creature, shortly before they were forced to either 'jump ship' or attempted to apply the brakes.
Now the small group of survivors, the detective, the lone umbrella soldier, the store owner, the umbrella scientist and the other man were separated, some in the houses leading to the tower, those who jumped, and some recovering from the crash into the clocktower, those who attempted to use the brakes.
It is now late night in the city, some of the more furious creatures now roaming the streets, and a small horde gathering towards the clocktower.
Tom Jenkins ~~~~~~
"Ugh....what hit me?" I groan as I rub my head, my rifle currently lying a few feet away from me. I suddenly remember the attack on the tram by that creature, we lost many people during that. The last thing I can remember though is jumping out of the flaming tram, unsure if anyone followed.
I manage to stumble up and grab my rifle, checking it for damages, which thankfully were null. I head into the house with a large gaping hole, where the other half of the tram landed, looking for anyone else.
OOC: I did this since no other encounters would have made sense, you are free to choose where your character is ATM, just like in the game, we will finish this bit up then head to the PD for some RE 2 action.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Nov 28, 2009 17:14:04 GMT
Then Jax came and used her Mary Suelar ray to kill everyone's characters before riding out on a Japanese made X-37B Flying Carpet.
FIN.
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