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Post by Winters on Jun 30, 2010 18:12:23 GMT -5
The doctor leaned up against the desk, resting his leg, and catching his breath from the travel past the infected not long ago. They had the place secure for the most part, but Dodge looked at this as an opportunity to look for a vehicle to drive around in. Moving on foot would get them killed eventually, especially if his leg decided to give out on him while running away. That would leave in him a predicament, and the others too if they continued to save him like before.
Listening to the larger built man speaking, he just kept talking and talking. Doing on about the true facts, nobody was going for them, they were going to die, and that they should carry a bullet in case things got even worse on their luck. He had no optimistic mind, neither did Dodge, but the other guy seemed to be a little quieter on the situation. The doctor bent down to stretch his leg, and stood up straight to speak with whoever was listen. "...Is that nine counting the one your saving? Cause if so, well, that would mean we have the same amount. Thats all I have, eight bullets, but im saving every last one of them... And what about you, prettyboy? What do you have on you?" No, he wasnt planning on stealing anything from either of them, but knowing where they all stood is a step toward survival. "Names Dodge, by the way... Nobody else was introducing themselves, so I figured id be the mature one."
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Post by ChazzDv on Jun 30, 2010 21:21:17 GMT -5
Drake was standing there, breathing heavily trying to catch his breath, all the running they did wasn't exactly easy, bet he'll live. Hopefully, anyways. "Is that nine counting the one your saving? Cause if so, well, that would mean we have the same amount. Thats all I have, eight bullets, but im saving every last one of them... And what about you, prettyboy? What do you have on you?", the stranger asked Drake and chuckling at his "prettyboy" comment he replied, Well, I have two more clips that hold eleven rounds each in them, plus the dozen or so rifle shells already in my .22 here. Haven't ran into any infected until now, so I have had a chance to save ammo. Also, it is Mr. Prettyboy to you." Drake gave a friendly smile, trying to ease the mood, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand as he sat on the corner of the desk.
He began to ruffle through the satchel on his side, until he found another clip of pistol ammo. He ejected the empty one from his Beretta and tossed it in his satchel, while he rammed the other one into handgun. "Names Dodge, by the way... Nobody else was introducing themselves, so I figured id be the mature one.", the man named himself. Dodge; clean, simple, and to the point. Drake liked that, at least now he had a name to give to the face. "Glad someone is going to be mature, haven't found a sane, mature person until now. Drake, Drake Valentine Marsee is the name. Guess I should be mature about this too, so what is your name?", Drake asked the biggest and more muscular guy who obviously wasn't optimistic about the entire situation. Rambling on about dying and losing this fight. Drake tried to keep a more faithful personality about this. While he awaited an answer from the guy he turned and tried to see if anything useful was in sight.
Ruffled papers, bits and pieces of metal, glass, and concrete littered the floor. A couple dead, rotting, stinking corpses were lying around the enclosed area of the dealership. Empty shell casings were also seen, but besides all of that, nothing particularly useful was seen. Drake sighed and turned back to the other man.
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Post by Winters on Jul 5, 2010 1:16:13 GMT -5
It was a little awkward, having this kink of silence in the room. Dodge been looking at his handgun, not really sure what the make of it was. Who knows where his room mate had gotten it from, but it was a good thing he did. It got him this far, even if he had spent most of the ammunition, he would make the rest of it last. In a time like this, doctors dont have time to read an ECG, they can only refer to the bullets remaining in there gun.
Before the man could even respond to the question, there was a loud break of glass in the skylight above them. Couldnt be one of the infected, it was something much bigger. Dodge had gotten out of the way, but the creature was left standing in between them and the newcomer. It was a fairly large, bright sickly green beast, which almost seemed to resemble a lizard of some kind, or something more exotic. Without warning, it opened its mouth, and spat in their direction, forcing both Drake and Dodge to escape the situation by diving behind the counter. The saliva that came from its mouth stuck on the ground, seemingly acid had brewed inside it. It would be impassible from this side of the room, meaning their new friend was out of luck, and forced the group to split up.
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Post by ChazzDv on Jul 5, 2010 1:32:13 GMT -5
As the huge, lizard-creature came falling through the roof, Drake and Dodge jumped out from underneath its' landing zone. The creature was huge, green, and resembled that of a lizard. Drake began to think to himself that if zombies weren't enough, now huge exotic creatures were now roaming Raccoon City. This wasn't making things better. The creature starting spitting strange acid toward the two, causing them to flee behind a counter and leaving the other man stranded out their with the creature. As Drake poked his out out of from behind the counter, the lizard noticed and spat his acid toward him. Thankfully, he quickly ducked by to the safety of the counter before any of its' spit got on him.
"So, guess were officially up the s**t creek without a paddle, huh?" Drake asked the guy, while holding his pistol out and blindly fired two rounds in the direction of the lizard. Not knowing if they connected with it, or anything, or even the other survivor.
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Post by Winters on Jul 5, 2010 1:53:23 GMT -5
Karma, the lizard, was about to attack the larger male survivor behind him, when the two round had fired in its general direction. One of the shots missed just by a few inches, but the second shot managed to pierce a its upper front leg. Karma knew he would be in trouble if anymore fire had harmed him his skin wasnt protective at all from any kind of attack. The only perk was that he could regrow parts of his cells, fixing his wounds in less then a day, depending on the wound. Right now wasnt a good time to pick a fight, he would have to go into hiding, and least until they were thinned out.
Dodge was looking at the liquid on the ground, it was eating away at the floor tiles. They were made out of a very strong ceramic material, but regardless, could be affected by the saliva from the creature. He was no scientist, but he knew they would have to stay away from that spit of his. By the time he could poke his head up again, Dodge noticed the creature was gone, almost as if it vanished out of thin air. It gave him a bad feeling, thats for sure, but maybe it knew it couldnt kill the both of them. "I think we should find a car, and drive us out of here... I dont know where that other survivor went, either, which bothers me..."
Little did the humans know, Karma had been on the ceiling of the place, the class that still managed to not crack from the impact. They definitly couldnt see him from down below, and as long as it stayed blended into the sheen on the glass, Karma would be able to hide here until the humans left. One thing that wasnt expected, nor noticed, however, was that he was bleeding. The small drips of blood landed on the ground every now and then, almost making a trail as Karma slowly inched its way to the broken portion of the skylight.
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Post by ChazzDv on Jul 8, 2010 0:20:53 GMT -5
Drake was extremely lucky, one of his shots seemed to pierce through the lizard and scare it away from the group. Though it seemed that the other, more larger of the men, had gone. What happened? He didn't know, maybe the lizard took him with it, or maybe he ran away before he was devoured by the giant lizard. Any guess was as good as his. Drake stood up and looked around, Dodge then suggested that they use a car for the two to just drive out of here. That plan was better than nothing, and nothing was what Drake had.
"Well, Dodge, seems like a good enough plan to me. Where to you think that they keep the keys around here? I don't see any place they'd be in here, maybe an office in another room?" Drake began suggesting places they should look. He didn't particularly want to split up, seeing that creature suddenly attack the three and turn them into two sort of terrified him. He kept his gun out and at hand, just in case.
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Post by Winters on Jul 12, 2010 16:51:59 GMT -5
"My guess is that theyd be in the back office, along a large wall, with about a hundred others. Might have a hard time finding matching sets, but im sure if we split up and try them all were bound to find one that works..." It wasnt exactly the best logic, it was a huge amount of trial and error. But sometimes thats all you needed to find results. Opening the backdoor to the garage area, Dodge had seen the wall full of keys. There had to be at least two hundred different kinds, 90% of them being to unknown cars. Sure, they were all marked with numbers and the like, but the files were all long gone by now. Taking into considoration the cars that were still actually there didnt even add up to the keys on the wall, which complicated things. Grabbing some of the bulkier ones, Dodge began pressing buttons on them, seeing if they could come up with a compatible pair. But in that moment, when Dodge had found a particular set of keys, his friend was nowhere to be found. "...Drake? Are you there?" But there was no answer. Pressing the button on the keychain, a set of headlights lit up the whole place, exposing silouettes of a great number of undead outside of the building. Moving to the car, Dodge opened up the door, and sat down, lifting his leg inside with both hands. Slamming the door, he quickly started up the car, and drove it full on out of the dealership. He'll never know exactly what happened to drake, but he could only image that the creature had gotten him before they could make an escape together. "Dammit, Drake..."~END OF ROLEPLAY~
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Post by SupaLolCat on Feb 2, 2011 1:37:38 GMT -5
Jamie approached the dealership, both guns drawn. It was very quiet, apart from the constant moaning of infected men and women. He was here to get a vehicle. He hadn't really needed one recently, as he hadn't left Vegas much, but he found himself leaving more and more, and decided too get his own car. As he stepped across the bloody parking lot, filled with trashed cars and dozens of undead, he wondered if there was even anything working here. Jamie guessed the keys for the vehicles would be inside the managers office, and went inside. An infected women limped out from behind a corner, and Jamie shot her right through the eye. She fell too the ground dead, for the final time. He walked through a busted up door, and approached a wall. There were hundreds of keys on the wall, and some on the table, a clear sign others had came here before him in hopes of a vehicle. He began trying all the keys for a few minutes, and stopped when he heard the tell tale beep of the doors unlocking. The headlights shone on a pile of trash, and Jamie was pleased when he turned around and saw a blue Jeep Wrangler parked by a lamp post. It was dented and scratched, but he could pay for the guys at the Vegas car shop to fix it up for him. He opened the door, and slid in. Jamie shut the door with a thud, and started the engine. A smile formed on his face as the V6 engine revved to life. He drove off, pleased with his find. [EXIT]
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