Darth Revan
Zombie Hunter
The Dark Side
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
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Post by Darth Revan on Jan 3, 2012 14:45:47 GMT -5
Watching in horror as Toast surrendered, Abigail knew that the blame was hers. Had she not been there, she was sure he would've tried to put up a fight, but he was too determined to keep her out of harm's way. The enemy had won. She could see the commanding officer's subtle smirk upon his cold face. Her eyes fell to the ground, hopelessly, as they cuffed Toast and he was marched next to her. They couldn't escape from their captors now, the only option left was to go through with whatever their plans might be.
A sinister chuckle escaped from the mouth of the leader, after Toast made his arrogant comment. Looking directly into Toast's eyes, he took his hand, and struck Abigail across the face again. Blood began to pour from the side of her tender face, near her left temple, and she began to grow dizzy. "Don't be a fool."[/color] he began. "Our orders were only to apprehend you, this girl here was an surprise. The only reason she's still alive is because at the last minute the boss claimed to have something special planned for the two of you."[/color] he almost sounded depressed at the fact that he didn't get to kill the girl himself. "But enough of this, time to wrap things up here."[/color]
From what appeared as out of nowhere, a helicopter flew up and landed about one-hundred meters in front of them. The soldiers marched Abigail and Toast up to the helicopter, and after they took seats in it, they were tranquilized for the ride to wherever the soldiers planned on taking them.
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Lockwood
Alive
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
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Post by Lockwood on Jan 3, 2012 17:07:43 GMT -5
Toast would shut up now, he would have revenge on this man come the time. He just hated the fact that it would have to be quicker than he'd like. It was times like this where he saw how men descended into darkness. Abigail was a strong girl, scared and confused, but strong. It was his hope that she would continue to show the resolve to not give in. It was when those captured accepted their feat that they were truly defeated.
The men in front of him were not agency (CIA), they certainly weren't fed and a military unit was improbable. This black operations unit would pretend to be whoever was necessary to get the job done, and their secret masters had enough pull to ensure there were few hitches with security clearance or jurisdiction. In his time in black operations, following his resignation from United Kingdom Special Forces & SOCOM, he had come across a number of government agencies that never officially existed. It was terrifying once your eyes were opened to just how covert and far reaching these agencies were. It was not a myth that some of them were officially unknown to the president, to allow plausible deniability. It's agents were often dispensable, using few retainers and a few handlers, employing mercenaries and gunslingers to do the dirty work. Toast should know, he had been one of these very men. Mercenary, Spook, Gunslinger, Assassin, Killer; all of these had a partial truth to them.
As they walked toward the helicopter his mind raced, these people weren't Tricell, or at least he didn't think so. There was something governmental about them, and now the master of these gonns had realised that Toast had a weakness in Abigail. It was a relatively close circle among the pro freelance mercenary circuits, many knew him as the 'Mercenary with Morals'. It was something he prized himself on and he had the mistake once of joining a PMC, letting others dictate morals. The government was little better, playing sides and using many of the soldiers in the private sector, soldiers it had previously trained; as expensive, expendable and most importantly deniable resources.
Toast was wracked with guilt, this was what he got from allowing people into his dangerous life. He should have done the cruel thing and let Abigail walk off alone, hardened his heart. It was then that the realization dawned that pushing people away to protect them meant you would always be alone and not all the money in this godforsaken world could fill that particular void.
As they were seated in the helicopter he saw one of the soldiers preparing a sedative. It was an intelligent move, it meant the destination stayed a secret for longer and stopped a potentially dangerous situation in a flying vehicle. These goons might be heartless but they knew their stuff, that is why they had no qualms about hands being cuffed in front of the body. Whoever they were, they knew that Toast was a serious threat, even when cuffed and especially in a confined space where shots could not be fired.
His eyes moved to Abigail, they were sat opposite each other, leant forward as if stretching and whispered to her.
"Be Calm".
Toast felt the needle puncture his skin of his leg through the fabric of his trousers. It wasn't long before he felt the drowsiness fight him.
Then everything went black.
[Transport to Arklay Mountains Military Base]
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Post by Caliber on Feb 14, 2012 7:13:14 GMT -5
[Samuel, Keira, and Criss have entered the Apartment Complex] [OOC: By the way, guys, since this apartment complex is fifteen floors, we're not leaping over onto the roof of it. I guess we're leaping from J's Bar's 4th story roof over to a large 4th story balcony or something.]Samuel lept over to the next building, and Keira followed. It wasn't too long of a leap, but the rain made everything extremely slippery, and the four story fall to the ground would surely result in death. Once Keira and Sam were safely on the other side, Keira turned around to watch Criss jump across, only to notice her slip over the edge, barely catching herself. She was, however, less than a second from slipping, then falling to her death. "Criss!" Keira yelled, leaping toward the edge of the building. Keira landed flat on her stomach on the wet concrete, reaching out over the edge, just as Criss had lost her grip. Keira, leaning dangerously far over the edge, grabbed Criss by the arm. However, Keira wasn't strong enough to pull Criss up on her own, and was in danger of slipping over the edge, as well. Keira grunted, reaching her other arm over the edge to get a second hand gripped around Criss' arm. She now had no way to hold herself on the building, and slowly began to get dragged over the edge. "Sam!" Keira called out desperately, slowly losing her grip on the ledge, as well as Criss' arm.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 14, 2012 7:34:54 GMT -5
Samuel had managed to jump the gap fairly easily. He was fairly athletic for a man his size. And he did have a height advantage. With the six foot jump out of the way, he stepped forward to make room for the others to jump. He also noticed that the group was dwindling.
Keira made it across without much trouble, but when Criss tried, she fell short and hit the ledge about halfway. She quickly began to slip, with Keira diving after to catch her. When she too started to slip, Samuel made his way over and grabbed them both. Keira by the belt, and Criss by the forearm. With his superior size, weight, and strength, he was easily able to drag Keira back and haul Criss up. He kept hauling, dragging Keira into the open door of the balcony they were on and yanking Criss along. When they were inside, he slammed the door shut and took a deep breath.
He instinctively went to grab a cigarette from the breast pocket of his jacket when he realized that it wasn’t there… Dammit, he had dropped it when he jumped. At least he had kept hold of the gun and the rounds. That was what was really important. But still… Damn.
“Don’t suppose either of you has a cigarette?” He asked, now that they were slightly safer than they had been.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 15, 2012 9:20:17 GMT -5
Criss had panted a little from the initial shock of being done in via a messy jump. She'd looked up at both Sam and then Keira, her heart racing. Out of everything that could have killed her tonight thus far, it was one stupid, mistake, one that she wasn't taking lightly. Either way, she'd looked at the two again, shaking a little.
"Thank you," she said, whole-heartedly to both of them. She'd finally caught her breath when Sam was asking about cigarettes. She'd sighed and patted herser hoodie down and then remembered her bag. Unzipping the side pocket, she'd pulled out a half pack of cigarettes and tossed them to him.
"Keep 'em," she said, trying to smile but noticing the others in the bar were missing. "The hell the other go?' she asked. Wasn't long until the sounds of frenzying people coming from inside the complex had been heard. It was then that Criss knew that jumping from the bar to the apartments hadn't delivered them to safety just yet.
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Post by Caliber on Feb 25, 2012 21:16:25 GMT -5
Keira couldn't help but utter a giggle as Sam inappropriately requested a cigarette, after they and Criss had just escaped death several times. The cawing of the seemingly possessed crows, alongside the screaming of their victims, could still be heard from the building that the daring trio had just lept from. The danger had most certainly not subsided. Police sirens began to blare in the distance, and grew steadily closer.
Looking over the edge of the roof, Keira watched as two police cars, as well as a S.W.A.T. truck, pulled up to the scene in front of J's Bar. Several men lept out of each vehicle, and immediately began gunning down the slow-moving, moaning figures in the streets. The muzzle flashes of their weapons lit up the dark, damp streets.
Help! Keira yelled over the edge, waving her arms, trying to get the attention of the police men. "We're up here!"
They could not hear her. The gunfire did not cease.
Keira glanced toward the glass doors of the expansive balcony, which led into what seemed to be a small lobby of the forth floor of the apartment complex. Keira could visibly see that there had been quite a struggle in the lobby, as various items were strewn across the floor. In front of one of the lobby's elevators, there was a dark red stain across the previously pearl-white carpet, topped with the corpse of a man, lying face-down. A bloodied figure was hunched over the body, viciously rending flesh from the dead man's bones and devouring it.
What in the hell..." Keira hushed under her breath as she moved away from Sam and Criss toward the lobby doors that led inside.
As Keira came closer, she could hear screams from inside the building. It was becoming clear that J's Bar wasn't the only place involved in the strange attack.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 28, 2012 0:54:58 GMT -5
Samuel smirked as he caught the pack of cigarettes, fishing his Zippo out of his pants pocket, lighting one up and inhaling the soothing smoke. He took another drag immediately, letting it out when he heard the sirens and followed Keira to the window. He saw the cops show up, but knew it wouldn’t be any good to call for help like Keira was. No way in hell they would be heard over all the gunfire going on down there.
They exited the room they were in, eyeing the thing eating another person on the ground. Samuel stopped for a moment to swallow the bile that was building in his throat. He started to back away so he could keep an eye on it, but a creaky floorboard stopped any kind of quietness. The zombie turned and looked at Samuel, and Samuel raised the revolver in response. It let out a moan and started to stand up.
Not waiting for it to come after him, Samuel raised his gun and fired. He didn’t have to line up his shot at several feet, and the round entered the upper lip. He kept his gun up, remember how several rounds hadn’t done anything at the bar. But… It seemed to do the trick here. The monster went down, and it stayed down.
He didn’t process it immediately, but he had just killed one. He had killed one earlier too, with the bottle. Head… That’s what it took. He’d let this revelation out later, but right now they had to get the hell out of here.
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 8, 2012 1:49:24 GMT -5
Criss squinted an eye at Samuel when he'd killed whatever the hell it was that was eating someone else. Something about the look upon his face had caught her attention. Looked like something might have dawned on him. Deciding it was best to ask before they jumped out into the fray, she'd walked up beside him.
"Got somethin' on your mind, sport?" she asked, looking down at the corpse momentarily. She'd shivered a little and took a step back. Before he answered, there'd been incessant banging on the door, causing her to jump. The gunshot must have given away their location to whatever or who ever had been in the building, The door finally burst open with a woman falling through and another one of those....things...atop of her.
She'd screamed and jerked around under it's weight, clawing at the carpet and crying for their help. Before Criss could respond, it'd gripped the woman tightly and dug it's maw into her neck and back.
"Sonuva b*tch!" Criss screamed, reeling her foot back and kicking it with full force. Her shoe slammed into it's face, sending it's head bending back. There was a slight crack and it'd began to squirm in an attempt to get off of it's food. Her kick hadn't had enough power to break it's neck.
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Post by scarygoat on Jun 5, 2012 19:11:36 GMT -5
OOC: Do you guys mind if I join you? My character is a weak and shy woman looking for her junkie brother.
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Post by Winters on Jun 6, 2012 1:55:14 GMT -5
OOC: This roleplay from back in early March. Dont think its still going on. You should totally search around for roleplays that are being played out recently, and then send a PM to each of those members asking if you can join them. Thats the best way to get started.
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