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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 23, 2010 8:00:58 GMT -5
The greedy estate owners, the DeWolfes, have build up shelter inside of their family mansion just outside of town away from being an eyesore. But most of the survivors now would have their eyes focused on getting inside, in hopes that the family would take them in for protection. As you couldve guessed, its just the DeWolfe family, and they dont let anybody inside. Unless you were willing to make an offer. 3 stories, 27 rooms, all spread out around the large household. Portraits line the walls, fancy light fixtures hand from the ceilings, and old style floorboards creek in most sections of the hallways on the higher level.
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Post by Winters on Jul 19, 2010 3:35:43 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously...
I say we go to that mansion, and check up on the DeWolfe Family. But this aint gon be no picnic at the park, son. This is breaking and entering, and lemme tell you. The walkers on the front lawn arent going to be anymore friendly than Mr. DeWolfe and the missus, we should scope out the area before just barging in. I cut the power to the house form the breakers in town, so the place will be dark, and they might even be expecting company...
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Wrey looked through an old pair of binoculars, peering through the treeline and onto the backyard of the DeWolf Family Mansion. Seemed like there was about six undead just roaming around, but the place was so big, they were all spread apart. Marc and him would easily be able to get past them without firing a shot, and risking being caught by the owners. Passing the bino's over to Marc, Wrey spoke out quietly, watching the moonlight reflect off the windows from a distance. "I think you should move in there first, jump the gate, and unlock it for me. I aint to fit to be doing that sort of stuff..." Wrey spoke out to the younger man, gripping his double barrel shotgun in both hands.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jul 20, 2010 0:22:26 GMT -5
Think I must've gone crazy...I was helping an old man try and barge into a mansion and figure out what kind of secrets they were holding...But then again, was it really that crazy? In any case, there we were outside the outskirts of the property...
Marc had been relaxing against the nearest tree with his attention focused on the house in the distance. Marc took hold of the binoculars once handed to him and looked to the house in the distance but could see nothing through the thick boards that covered the windows. His attention then focused to scan the area slowly for anything that might give off their presence but their seemed to be none. That was almost odd...Marc shook his head and looked to the gate before looking about.
"This place doesn't feel right...Like it's going to be too easy...Don't you think?"
Marc let the binoculars glide about and he lowered them before handing them back to Wrey. Marc took his newly acquired shotgun and began running down the small hill they'd been perched on and slid down the dirt as he landed just before the plantation. He signaled to Wrey he was going to check it out alone with his hand, and took a step onto the soil in front of him. A loud clamp could be heard and suddenly Marc covered his own mouth...A zombie got its foot stuck in a bear trap. Marc exhaled and looked up to Wrey and pointed to him silently so as not to alert any attention. The next question was how they were gonna get around the bear traps in one piece...
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Post by Winters on Jul 20, 2010 2:40:03 GMT -5
The beartrap made a loud noise, a steel clamp, echoing through the hillside. Wrey had seen them before, being used for, obviously, bears. But on humans? It was a pretty scary thought. Looking at the infected with his foot caught in it, he could almost feel his own foot tremble from the sight. The trap had been burried under the ground, just enough to hide themselves. But to a keep hunters eye, Wrey could spot the traps by the dirt surrounding them. It wasnt as obvious as just looking, you had to know what to look for. "Alright then, stick close behind me, and for gods sake... If my foot gets caught in one of these, you better help me out..."
In that moment, there was a breaking crunch, and the infected fell onto his stomach, his foot ripping off from the rest of his leg. It crawled toward them from the gate, moaning loudly, but luckily clearing at least half of the path already. At least, until another one of the bear traps went off in his head, bursting it into pieces, as Wrey looked away and continued forward. Shifting his eyes around, he found a straight section, and stepped over an uneven patch, watching to make sure Marcus had been doing the same. Finally after five minutes of pressing and guessing, the skirts of the gate had been clean, and they didnt have to worry about the traps anymore. Turning around, Wrey spoke out in a speedy voice. "Get your ass over, boy..."
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jul 24, 2010 11:29:29 GMT -5
Crafty fxckers...
That was all that came to Marc's mind as he began to follow Wrey through the bear trap infested field. Keeping low and quick so as to avoid detection from across the way, as well as from not getting chased by the infected. Marc would let himself keep behind Wrey as each footstep pressed into the soil a bit lighter as he jogged. Finally they'd reached the gate and Marc was relieved before looking up at it and beginning to think how he'd climb over it. Marc ran back and then ran forward, making sure to keep himself off the bear traps of course. Taking a leap, Marc jumped and let his feet land on Wrey only to use him as a leap over the somewhat massive gate.
"Alley-oop!"
Grasping onto the decorative metal heading, Marc landed on the dirt below and turned around. Marc reached to open the gate but cursed, it was a key based lock. Scratching his head, Marc crouched down and dug his hand through the dirt below somewhat.
"There's no freakin' key!"
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Post by Winters on Jul 26, 2010 2:40:38 GMT -5
Feeling the man on his shoulders to boost up was a little bit much for the old man to take, but he had been in prime condition for someone his age. After Marc had gotten over onto the other side, they were one step closer to getting inside, and so far undetected by either the infected or the people inside the house. However, an obstical entered the playing field, the gate was locked. But it was definitely an old intergrated lock, so they could use something to pry it open, maybe a knife. Looking up at Marc, Wrey had looked at the gate, and then at the knife on the younger mans side. "Try using that knife of yours. Jam it in there, and scrap upwards, feel for the grooves. Might take a few tries, but keep going, its bound to unlock sooner or later..."
Wrey knew it would work, it was just a matter of getting it open before more of the infected started to come around the area. Sending off any gunshots at all would be a disaster, as it would draw in more of the roamers, and the DeWolfes from inside, as well. But this wasnt the front gate, it was used to keep others out, only unlocked from the inside. Therefore, the doors would be unlocked already, so sneaking in through the back would be less of a hassle. But Wrey had an uneasy feeling inside his chest that were was something wrong in that house, that something was going on.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jul 28, 2010 5:57:45 GMT -5
Marc had brought himself to his feet, looking down at the knife that had been at his waistline just above his holster for the Massacre by Dawn. A hand grasped hold of the combat knife and removed it from the sheathe that held onto it. Hand guiding the knife, the blade would slip in between the gate and the post that held it locked. Marc began to fiddle with it and applied pressure and continued this process for a few minutes. Suddenly the lock gave way and the lock slowly lifted into the gate with Marc's movements. Marc moved it open slowly to reduce the amount of noise the creaking would make and motioned for Wrey to enter before closing the gate behind them.
Marc slipped the knife into the sheathe and rebuttoned it, his footsteps carrying him towards the backdoor of the giant mansion. He moved cautiously and slowly, attempting to not make any noise and looked back to Wrey. He let his voice carry off in a whisper to the elder man as he looked back towards the house and remained in a crouched position.
"What do you want to do, go through the back or find another way maybe through the cellar or something?"
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Post by Winters on Jul 29, 2010 2:26:59 GMT -5
It took several tries, by Wrey gave off a perfect grin when the kid had unlocked the gate with he knife. He was honestly expecting to have to try and climb over, which would have ended badly. But the gate was open, and both of them were now on the other side, scoping the outside of the mansion. It was a very large estate, which had a number of different entrances. One of them came to mind, the one closest to them, one of the back doors. "No, the back door will do just fine. When we get inside, I suggest we stick close. Who knows whats going on inside of this place, he could even very well have a traps put up for people like us. This guy is crazy, sadistic even, as you could see with the bear traps. They werent for zombies, lets leave it at that..."With that beingg said, the both of them moved to the backdoor of the estate, and gave the knob a turn. It opened loosely, and quietly. Wrey was taking the lead, while Marc closed the door behind them every so softly, the kid knew what to do. Making as little noise as possible would be the best, if only way to move around the place. They would communicate in signals from this point out, only speaking quietly when the room was clear. Its not like either of them had military experience, but easy hand gestures would be simple to follow. Holding the shotgun in both his hands, Wrey pressed his back against the wall of the hallway, and then nodded to Marc before dashing the weapon forward into a dining hall. [Roleplay Closed]
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