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Post by Earl Trandafir on Jul 5, 2009 16:50:38 GMT -5
[Enter Notting Hill] Jack grumbled to himself, his grip on the pistol tight, ever aware of his surrounding's now that he had been face to face with death itself, the only separation between them being a gun, no bigger than his hand. Upon firing the bullet from his gun, he was greeted with a 'pretty' spray of blood upon his face, not to mention his gun. It didn't help that he was superstitious--he was scaring himself with his own paranoia now. The only thing he really knew was that he had to get out of this living hell that was once London--and he had to do it quickly. "But first..." he murmured, his stomach seemingly grumbling in response, "I need some food..."He'd found himself in the area of Notting Hill, which was infested with place's that had to have some kind of food source--and, inevitably, some walking corpse's, too. But that was something to be expected. Jack made his way to a nearby apartment, which was only two stories, so it would be the perfect candidate for him to search--there had to be some food in there somewhere, and if there was any of those zombie's around, there was a slim chance that more than perhaps three would be in there. He hoped so, at least. He opened the only door to the entrance, aiming. The place was musty, the air smelled of death, and the area's of the wall were completely stained with blood. These were clear sign's that the monster's had been there--and probably still were. He was already sweating, anticipation was getting to him--but he had to press forward. Now that he thought about it, the place might even have a radio or a telephone that he could use, to call for help... If there was any help left. He made his way into the main lobby, the stench growing a little less prevalent, but it still hung in the air all the same. The room wasn't particularly big, but there was quite a bit of damage--document's scattered across the floor, the lobby desk smothered in blood... It wasn't a pretty sight. He made his way closer to the lobby table, hopping over the boundry line, heading for the cabinet's, hoping to find something useful near there, if there was anything. "Let's see what we have here..."[shadow=blue,left,300]Item's Found[/shadow] "I have no use for the revolver... Can't carry the bandages..." he murmured to himself, dangling the car key between his thumb and index finger, "But I could use this... If the car is still around, that is..."Grabbing his Glock 37 from the top of the table, Jack stood up, putting the key in his pocket. He hopped back over the counter, heading toward the exit of the lobby... But something stood in his way. Yet another tumbling monstrosity, a human now turned into nothing more than an animal--or perhaps less than that. It was a few feet away from him, and he aimed for it's chest, shooting it somewhere slightly right of the heart. It barely budged. "The hell...?! Don't these things feel pain at all?!" he wondered frantically, taking aim at it's head now, shooting twice, and it fell. He took aim again at the fallen zombie's cranium, unleashing one last shot, taking two steps back, and waited. It didn't make a move, nor a sound--he was sure it was dead. The door was flung open, just as he had left it--and he heard more of that ominous moaning sound. "Shi*t..." he mumbled to himself, heading back to the counter, which was now basically a dead end area. He unstrapped the DSR-1 rifle from his back setting it down on the ground. They came slowly through the door--first one, then two, and then three more. Judging by the sound, there was, at the very least, ten--and he was pretty sure more would be coming. He took shot's at the first, aiming at the kneecap to keep it down. He then took aim at the second, this time aiming for the head. His third bullet struck the head, but the creature kept it's pace. The fourth killed it. As he reloaded his Glock 37, taking note of the fact that he only had three clips left, Jack's brow cringed in anger. "I'm not going to die here! Not yet!" he yelled, the only response given to him being the recognizable moaning, ringing in his ear's. [shadow=blue,left,300]Item's Used/Lost[/shadow] - .45 GAP Ammo [One Clip/9 bullets, 1 bullet used in Introduction]
[I'm not really used to Resident Evil RP's... Forgive me if it's bad. T_T]
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Post by thegunny on Jul 9, 2009 16:43:59 GMT -5
MH-6 little birds again skirted over the rooftops of London as they darted towards Eric Squires and his Loki sniper team, and hovered above the team for a few moments as they arrived at their destination. The team quickly packs up and mounts up, and the MH-6's turn and start to leave again. The rest of the teams instead climbed into a T.F.P customized LAV-300 which arrived within a few moments with several trucks, and were covered by Bishop Morse's UH-60 gunship. The troops started to pull out, throwing stealth to the wind as they made their extraction. Now was not the time for restraint. They had places to be and they needed to get their now. Their pulling out had been a high priority order, and so they were moving quickly. Hopefully the airport they were heading to had defenses, because they'd be bringing a lot of zombies on their tail.
Survivors like jack no doubt heard the sudden helicopter activity, and so the convoy imagined that survivors might be popping up from time to time as they passed by all these buildings as they sped towards the airport. The convoy was to stop, check for infection, and if they're clean, the survivors can come along.
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Post by Earl Trandafir on Jul 9, 2009 17:14:16 GMT -5
[shadow=purple,left,300]Item's Used In Killing Zombies[/shadow]Jack grabbed his DSR-1 again, heading toward the door frame where nearly a dozen of the rotting corpse's had emerged, he having just now killed them with nearly all his ammo. He was breathing heavily, sweat was on his brow, and the blood that had been sprayed in his face from an earlier encounter with one of the ghoul's was now mingling with every bead of it, washing down across his face. He was getting tired of all this bloody nonsense... And he was getting worried. He was running low on ammo, and would eventually be dry of it, his only other choice being his knife. Taking that into account, he holstered his Glock 37, making his way back toward the lobby desk, where he could grab the Colt Python he had seen. He then made his way back to the door, exiting the hotel, prepared for the worst... [shadow=purple,left,300] Item's Obtained [/shadow] As he got outside, he heard a sound, one that was rather familiar to him... "A helicopter...?" he spoke softly, looking to the sky, his hope now raised. He eventually spotted it, hovering nearly above him now. "Sh*t! I need to get it's attention!" he muttered. "Hey! Hey!! Over here guys! Over here!" he bellowed, hoping to catch their attention. He eventually spotted the LAV-300's not far behind the helicopter. He paused for a moment, but then waved his arm's again-- considering the blood on his face made him look more zombie than human, it would have been better that he waved instead of stood still-- lest he be shot.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 9, 2009 19:01:30 GMT -5
The LAV-300 started to turn its turret with the flamethrower installed in place of a 90mm gun, and aim at Jack. It was about to fire, but the gunner suddenly relented and started to swing the turret away, and barking out
SURVIVOR, 2 O CLOCK!
The convoy started to slow down, and the CIS .50 machine guns mounted on the 5 ton trucks behind it started to be aimed toward him, while Multi-cam clad Task force pantheon operators stood up and aimed weapons his way, and a fireteam dismounted and soon closed the distance with him. The fireteam leader barks out in his command voice
HOLSTER YOUR WEAPONS, AND HANDS IN THE AIR! ON YOUR HEAD! ! Are you infected!? Identify yourself!
The operators were obviously in a big rush, and didn't feel like beating around the bush. They wanted to know who this guy was immediately, wanted to check and make sure he wasn't infected, and then get him loaded up on their truck and get going again. If he was infected... then... well. Task force pantheon had a very controversial and disturbing quote every operator was aware of in its manual of arms... however, in this world and time, it was logical. It was pragmatic. It made sense. Liquidate.
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Post by Earl Trandafir on Jul 9, 2009 19:12:53 GMT -5
Jack flinched as the flamethrower was aimed at him, as he was expecting the next moment's to be few, and very painful. Luckily, they recognized that he was, at the very least, acting human. He found himself quickly surrounded by the men, who were all clad in military-like gear. The surrounded him with weapon's, and then yelled, "HOLSTER YOUR WEAPONS, AND HANDS IN THE AIR! ON YOUR HEAD! ! Are you infected!? Identify yourself!"
Jack made sure to obey quickly, placing the gun on the ground gently, and then putting his hand's behind his head. "I'm not infected, all right? The name's Jack Crimson, I'm part of the London Police Department. My badge is in one of my vest pocket's." he spoke to them, his face interestingly calm, though sweat still dripped down his skin, as he was obviously troubled by the mass of gun's ready to mow him down.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 10, 2009 16:11:17 GMT -5
While two operators held him at gun point the other two quickly patted down the detective, being quick and professional about as they check to make sure hes not infected like he said, and now to check for his badge. They checked the badge and confirmed it, but knew it didn't go far in these days. For all they knew this badge was stolen. The operators then growled
Alright, your good, now you either get in the back of this truck or we're leaving you! Move it, quick! We're on a tight schedule, we need to be in the airport yesterday!
The operators started to pull back and move back towards the truck to climb aboard, expecting the civilian to run back and jump aboard with them
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Post by Earl Trandafir on Jul 10, 2009 19:46:20 GMT -5
Jack, though he had just spent a very short time with them, quickly made the assumption that they were part of some kind of military organization. It probably wasn't a Private Military Company, since they were attempting to actually extract him... So were they part of England or another country? He couldn't say.
Jack quickly made a move for his Colt Python, then followed the men into the back of the truck. He unstrapped the DSR-1 from his back, sitting down and placing it between his leg's as the truck began moving again. He made sure to move his finger away from the trigger as he held his gun... He didn't want any trigger-happy soldier's 'tossing' a bullet in his head. For a moment, they all sat in silence, but Jack quickly broke this, if for a moment.
"So... After you get to the airport, where are you guy's gonna head from there?"
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Post by thegunny on Jul 11, 2009 20:05:13 GMT -5
First Sergeant Tony Ramano happened to be the ranking NCO in the trunk the young detective had climbed into, and growled quietly, quite blatantly ticked off about the entire bullcrap operation they just went through
We're needed back in Raccoon city, thats why we're pulling out right now to the airport. Urgent Task Force Pantheon business. They can't afford to have their men running around on bulls**t political errands and favors for that d**n Ron Friday right now.
Tony "Tyrant" didn't seem to really give a flying flip about whether the British detective knew what Task force Pantheon was, or who Ron Friday was, he was just venting. Ramano was an absolute, complete, harda** ahole, who had earned the nickname "Tyrant" at least 5 times over by now. Ramano was a big, Italian accented American former-Marine who had been handpicked by Task force pantheon for a senior N.C.O position in their Thor assault branch. The men were all clad in Multi-cam camo, which to the knowing eye which noticed they also had U.S Military markings on them and an unusual Hydra insignia on it that they were probably an elite Military unit and had a generous budget attributed to them. Not to mention the high-quality latest and greatest non standard small arms they all had, and their integrated warfighter systems built into their suits. The customized LAV-300 with a flamethrower was probably evidence enough. Lance Corporal Watson was also in the same truck, and he was a bit more of a joker. Watson grins and says with a mellow boston-ish tone
Ah, don't let that old fart bring you down. Hes just peeved because---
Watson got cut off as Tony Ramano reached around the operator between the two of them and smacked him hard on the back of the helmet with his palm, and shook his head at him. Watson stopped grinning from a moment and shook his head, dramatizing it all with a loud, kiddish, whining "OW!", before grinning again and saying
The task force is trying to set up Raccoon city subway as a safe haven for the city and the area around it for uninfected survivors, and use it as a military transport hub. D.C is underwraps enough to not need us... yet. We're heavily armed, highly trained, elite, flexible, state of the art equipment, and all experienced, but when it comes to numbers we start falling short. As the tyrant said, our buddies back in the states need us. The survivors of Raccoon need us...
None of the men were under the impression they wouldn't have to go save D.C again like the last outbreak. None of them questioned if they could do the job in Raccoon city. All of them were confident in their abilities, but they all knew the unfortunate reality that the T.F.P chose quality instead of quantity, and often had to face that sad truth every operation when it started to bite them in the a**.
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Post by Earl Trandafir on Jul 12, 2009 13:22:59 GMT -5
"We're needed back in Raccoon city, thats why we're pulling out right now to the airport. Urgent Task Force Pantheon business. They can't afford to have their men running around on bulls**t political errands and favors for that d**n Ron Friday right now."
Jack wasn't troubled much about the man's attitude-- his chief had a similar one-- but the word of them going to Raccoon City was a little surprising to him. He knew that Raccoon City is where the first ever recorded outbreak began, not to mention that it was later bombed to hell in order to clear out said infection. He didn't know the current state, so he at least had hope they were heading somewhere safe.
"The task force is trying to set up Raccoon city subway as a safe haven for the city and the area around it for uninfected survivors, and use it as a military transport hub. D.C is underwraps enough to not need us... yet. We're heavily armed, highly trained, elite, flexible, state of the art equipment, and all experienced, but when it comes to numbers we start falling short. As the tyrant said, our buddies back in the states need us. The survivors of Raccoon need us..."
Watson's words confirmed Jack's thought's-- America, or, at least, D.C. and Raccoon City, were in a state similar to London. Sighing, Jack laid back, reaching into his pant's pocket for a cigarrate, placing it into his mouth. He then grabbed his lighter, promptly lighting it. He looked up at the sky, his almost lost in thought. Smirking, he would whisper, "Going from one hole to another..." as the airport slowly came into view...
[Jack and the T.F.P. soldier's are now at the Heathrow Airport]
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Post by Misty on Aug 31, 2009 23:45:04 GMT -5
Ariana walked further out onto the docks keeping a close eye on Alex as she took on at least 20 of the undead on her own. When she finally saw Alex collapse to the ground, Ariana made her move. ''Jason! Lets go!'' She ran out to Alex and picked her up as Jason followed close behind firing at anything not living. ''Jonathan's place isn't to far from here... it's just around the next street, we have to hurry before we attract any more attention..''
Jonathan always made sure his place was near the water, just for reasons like this. Ariana turned the next corner and she saw the building 50 feet away. It was a 15 minute walk on a good day, but since they were running it didn't seem like that long. She held the door open for Jason and they went inside to the front desk. The man there has seen Ariana and Jason with Jonathan before and surely he has seen Alex a few times. ''Go right up, Mr. Ricklard already told me to expect you'' he said as he handed Ariana a key. Ariana nodded as Jason pushed the button for the elevator.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 1, 2009 0:02:15 GMT -5
Alex practically curled up into Ariana's arms as she carried her to the house. She rested her head on her shoulder, and closed her eyes. Alex trembled slightly as she rested in her arms. Her eyes closed and her arms gripping her shirt tightly. As Ariana took Alex to one to her room inside her room was quite bare with decorations with the exception of one picture she had of her and Jonathan. Around the room though was several medical equipment. From machines to monitor vitals to those that transfused blood, and even a vaccine machine to mix medication. Though some people would actually know it would be to mix the shots that kept Alex alive.
She shifted slightly as Ariana laid her down on the bed. An as soon as she hit the bed Alex nearly curled up into a ball. Her whole body trembling as she laid there. She rested her head on the pillow, and brought her hands around to grip her shoulders. She was covered in blood, but she didn't care all she knew was that she was hurting like before. She hated it and she hated the pain. It was never the same so she could never get use to it. The pain always varied in degree some worse some not so bad, and some just plain right out knocked her out. Alex looked up at Ariana and tried her best to smile. "T- thank you," she spoke lightly.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 2, 2009 0:32:49 GMT -5
Jason had run from the boat and never stopped, keeping the rifle on single fire and pulling pot shots on the run that any normal shooter would have found nearly impossible. As soon as he ran through the 30 round magazine, he dropped the weapon to the ground and drew one of his .460 Harballers. The ten round magazine going emtpy on the way as well.
They made it to the door, and before he stepped in he slipped the large handgun in the shoulder holster under his jacket. He said nothing to the man at the front desk, simply followed Ariana up to Jonathon's penthouse. He let Ariana and Alex go in front of him as he took a look around the room. Typical. The end of the world, with every luxery there was to have. He put his hand behind his back and felt the reassuring weight of his ace in a hole, the Beretta 92FS, loaded with the nickel rounds. Arrogance was Jonathon's flaw. A safe easily broken into, a weapon loaded with the rounds that would kill him right on top of a stack of folders.
He took a seat and looked around for anything that might be problematic, waiting for either Ariana to come out or for Jonathon to come in.
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Post by Misty on Sept 2, 2009 22:22:28 GMT -5
Ariana smiled at Alex as she thanked her, ''Don't thank me hun.. I should be thanking you. If you didn't do what you did we never would have made it inside. And you are all Jonathan has left... I have to keep you safe, plus i consider you like my own daughter, and your dad trusts your life in my hands. I will always be here for you...You just might have to help me a little ok?''
Ariana smiled again, she knew Alex knew what she meant. Ariana would need Alex's help in order to properly take care of her. As Alex curled up on the bed, Ariana covered her up and kissed her forehead, ''Get some rest.. call me if you need anything.'' With that said, Ariana walked to the door and closed it halfway. She walked back out to see Jason scoping the room for who knows what, ''I think we'll be safe in here, there is nothing for you to shoot.'' Ariana was still angry about him holding a gun in her face and he knew it. But for now she kept her cool and took a seat across from him and just stared at the portrait of Alex and Jonathan that hung above the fireplace.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 3, 2009 5:29:41 GMT -5
Alex curled up under her blankets, and nuzzled her head against the pillow. She shifted around a bit trying to get comfortable. She let out a small yawn before closing her eyes. Shaking slightly and forcing herself to open her eyes again. She looked around the room and sighed a bit. She couldn't remember the last time she had been in this home, but the room was set up just like her one back in America. An from the looks of everything in the room it had been well kept, and kept up to date. She sighed a bit as she pulled the blanket further around her. Her eyes falling on the picture of her and Jonathan.
Her mind though drifting back to her husband and child. She closed her eyes as she felt the tears falling. The image clear in her head almost like it had just been the other day instead of years since she took their lives. She shivered slightly stiffling a whimper as she started crying. An to that horrible image she finally drifted to sleep, crying as she did.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 3, 2009 14:29:02 GMT -5
"There's always something to shoot." Jason said, looking around the room still. A man like him didnt survive if he assumed something, especially an area being safe or not. It wasnt safe until he said it was. He remembered, years ago, before the first outbreak. He had returned to a hotel room after a hit to find a maid in the room dusting. He tried to send her away for her to reply that she was almost done. He turned his back, only for her to spin and open fire on him. He taken three hits before he killed her, two of them hitting his vest and the third breaking his collar bone.
"When will Jonathon be back." He said, more a statement that a question. He knew he was coming, just not when. They still had some bussiness to tend to.
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