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Post by soldier on Dec 18, 2010 2:21:34 GMT -5
"thank you" she said to chris. as she started to straighten her things to make more room for, chris. she went one about her truth. "I lost my head during the out break, then kept close observation for ten, long years." She looked over at kyle then at chris. "start handing me the Jerry" she told chris then continued. "The marines said i had Post tramatic stress i wasn't fit for duty after I saw what happen, so they send me to a hospital were it was a secret Umbrella lab."
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Post by cronus on Dec 18, 2010 14:05:18 GMT -5
Cronus slowly grabbed a few of the cans as he listened to her talk before pausing as he heard her say she was in an umbrella lab. An uneasy feeling soon swept over him as he sat there but, slowly came to handing the containers over. "Well you seem normal enough now....Guess that's all that matters now huh?" Inside he felt sorry for her. The same thing happened to one of his old friends and knew what she might have went through but, still it was probably only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to just thinking of what Umbrella might have done.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Dec 18, 2010 14:14:41 GMT -5
"Well it seems that s*** stick was passed around quiet a bit." he said after she finished. Something still didn't seem right by him though. She had money, special combat clothing, guns that made Kyle's look like scrap metal. The only thing he had that looked nice was his knife. He wore jeans, boots and a t-shirt. She wore something that resembled high tech gear. Chris was an obvious one to figure out ever since the BSAA came around trying to fix everything. Standard issue gear, maybe a combination of standard issue and his own weapons. Almost predictable.
Kyle turned back to Marissa and asked bluntly "What do you do now?"
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Post by soldier on Dec 18, 2010 14:38:34 GMT -5
Marissa looked at Kyle "I'm a Mercenary" she said to him. she was starting to feel a little weird which means she was over do on her medication time. "Anyway, it gets deeper" Marissa reached into her pockets and to out Pinate tablets for her Post traumatic disorder. she lift her sleeves up, revealing scars on her wrist. she placed the medication back in her pockets. "Raccoon city out break did a number on me. Now I suffer from a disorder." she looked at the ground. "I use to be the bad ass broad. I still am, but with problems. it made me...weird."
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Post by cronus on Dec 18, 2010 14:54:58 GMT -5
Cronus shrugged his shoulders moving the last of the cans as he gave his back a small stretch before looking back at the two. "Enough of the sob stories.......Everyone was bent over backwards by Umbrella and messed up one way or another....Point is. We can't let it stop us now. We are still alive for a reason...Let's not let that reason go to waste okay?" His expression was rather blank as half of his face peered back to the two before he turned his head. He had his own reasons for wanting revenge however, the whole front of the B.S.A.A was going to help him accomplish his task. It was just a matter of keeping his goals a secret from them and using their resources to his advantage.
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Post by soldier on Dec 18, 2010 15:10:16 GMT -5
She looked at chriss then nodded. "you're right." she stood up and slot the back up. She looked around, the military in Vegas was went about there own. Umbrella did fall, but there was always Tricell. she feared that they could be the next company to f--k things up but let it pass her head. "Right," She said then open the pack of newports. she pulled on out with her lips then reached for her lighter in her back pockets. "How much access are you allowed to gain in the place nowadays?" she lit the cigarette, and inhaled the smoke into her lungs then exhaled from her nose.
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Post by cronus on Dec 18, 2010 15:55:52 GMT -5
Cronus stopped for a second before looking back to Marissa. A hand went through his strands of hair before he shook his head thinking. "During my debriefing. They said any area up top isn't off limits. So that means any underground labs and what not I have no access to.....At least that's what they said I could access..." His hand went into his pocket as he pulled out a thin silver card and waved it back and forth. "However....I have a hard time following rules." He slowly slid the card back into his pocket as he jumped inside the jeep looking back at the two with a small smirk on his face. "Which brings me to the question of where are we really going to be headed?"
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Post by Dark Nomad on Dec 18, 2010 16:52:24 GMT -5
Kyle shrugged at Chris's question. He didn't care as long as he got away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The noise caused head aches and made him short tempered. "Anywhere but here. She said something about a villa somewhere." Kyle answered, then his eyes lit up in realization. He was with two people who have money, nice clothes, and nice guns. He looked like a bum. Ratty shirt, frayed and faded jeans, and scuffed up dirty boots. He looked at himself in disgust then looked to the other two. Maybe they'd have at least a new shirt for him to wear. After months of wearing the same shirt he realized how bad it looked when he compared himself to others. He smirked as he thought about how he would just steal a new one the next time he got a chance.
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Post by soldier on Dec 18, 2010 17:42:50 GMT -5
Marissa Looked at Kyle and Chris. Her brother wouldn't to like to see a man who looked like a homeless man. "You're going to thank me, Kyle," Marissa smiled. "Hop in" she walked over to the driver side and got in and started the jeep up. "I know a nice place were you get the hottest fatigue in Vegas." She turn the popped in a Celldweller mix CD, track one started to play The best is gonna get "Unless you comy in those clothing."
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Post by cronus on Dec 18, 2010 18:18:49 GMT -5
Cronus began to smirk looking back at Kyle noticing the condition of his clothing. His head slowly turned forward as he pulled out a pair of black shades placing them over his jade green eyes. His original group of friends may not be around right now but, new companions never hurt. At least, he could attempt to count on them till he relocated the others. "Welp let's get a move on....I tend to dislike people looking at me funny like....Im liable to put a bullet in a person's head for that....." His face went a little stern which showed no sign of sarcasm but, at the same time it didn't really say he meant what he said either.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Dec 18, 2010 23:56:17 GMT -5
Kyle realized that he had been seen inspecting his rags and then comparing them to their gear. He frowned at the idea of new clothes. "I can't buy anything. I haven't had money in weeks. Hence..." he said as he motioned to his single sleeved, holey shirt and worn out jeans. He didn't expect anyone to just up and buy them for him. Hell, he wouldn't mind finding a dead merc with nice gear that he could take but that didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon.
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Post by soldier on Dec 19, 2010 0:12:57 GMT -5
Marissa shrugged. "I was going to buy you some clothing, but, suit yourself." She drove down the road by the speed limit. Traffic in Vegas was bad, she hated driving slow, but there wans't much she could do from here. "You sure you don't want me to buy you some clothing?"
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Post by cronus on Dec 19, 2010 11:57:33 GMT -5
Cronus had remained silent as he let his gaze cast out towards the scenery around him. Life was resuming somewhat in other parts of the world but, the virus was still out there. People were dying from it still, and more importantly the chances of his allies staying alive were becoming slim if they weren't already somewhere safe. He wasn't a big survival booster factor but, he wouldn't let them die without him having a say so in the matter. His teeth slowly began to grit as he closed his eyes for a moment thinking back to where he was and what was going on before he reopened them looking back to Kyle. "If I was you I'd let her buy me some clothes.....Just a suggestion ya know...."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Dec 19, 2010 14:43:13 GMT -5
"Hey, I didn't say no. All I said was that I couldn't buy anything." he responded to the pair. He leaned his head back and took a long drag of the cigarette and looked up at the sky. On the horizon a storm was brewing, possible rain by tonight. Rain always seemed refreshing but brought out some nasty creatures. "...Maybe a new gun...?" he adds quickly.
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Post by soldier on Dec 20, 2010 0:06:49 GMT -5
Marissa took a a drag from her cigarette. "I only brought the ones I need, However if you stick with me lot longer, I can hook you up with ones I don't need." She looked to the side and found the store, but she had to turn the corner to reach a parking garage. She drove up only to the second level and parked it. "well, we need to get some style on you. My brother has a thing with Homeless people," she clicked the ashes out the door. "He was jumped when lived in Chicago. Now. anyone who is or looks homeless, is his problem. Either way you're coming in to see him, he knows I'll break his jaw" she giggled.
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