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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jun 26, 2010 4:14:06 GMT -5
Trenton nodded back to Joey. "I'm Trenton, and since I'm not on an assignment right now, would you mind if I joined you two?" Trenton tucked his HK91 into the duffle bag and drew his USP Compact. He was glad the woman hadn't run his name. The BSAA may not have had his name on their blacklist yet, but he knew Kilo North was deffinitely looking for him. Trenton picked up his knife and slid it into his pocket sheath while waiting for a response.
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Post by Caliber on Jun 27, 2010 1:01:01 GMT -5
"Thaaat depends", Izzie replied. "Are you infected? Have you been bitten?". Izzie took a few steps back and stood next to Jesse. She put her hand on the grip of her holstered pistol. She didn't like the looks of this guy. Something about him struck her as wrong.
"And what about that squad of yours? Where are they now and why you here alone?"
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jun 27, 2010 1:15:04 GMT -5
(Sorry for breaking post order, figured I'd establish my character a bit)
Trenton smiled. "I'm no amatuer, see for yourself." Trenton takes off his shirt. "No bites, nor scratches. I'd take off my pants, but that may be a bit offensive." Trenton says before putting his shirt back on. "I apologize for the Umbrella tattoo though, my sister worked for them and I got this just before the Raccoon outbreak. As far as squadrons go, I haven't worked for a squad since I was a TAC-P. Private security often go in either pairs or solo. When the Kilo North base was attacked and the director killed, we have protocols to split up and spread out, we're retrieved once everything has been reestablished. So, I suppose I may be the only guy in Raccoon affiliated with Kilo North, maybe even all of BSAA. I figured only Kilo North and not the opposition would come looking for me here." Trenton looked at his tattoo and sighed. "Really should get that thing removed, tends to make clients nervous." Trenton looks back up. "But it also makes people assume I'm good against the bioweapons, and that, I'll take credit for."
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Post by Winters on Jun 27, 2010 3:13:35 GMT -5
As the two of them spoke out, Jesse has a few questions of his own for Trenton. However, now wasnt exactly the time to be chatting it up. They were in the back of a dark pharmacy, talking about eachother, when there were infected just outside the store who could be sneaking up on them at any given moment. When Izzie took his side, Jesse was a little relieved that he wasnt the only one that sensed something a little sketchy about Trenton. He had very little trust for anyone, except those tho try and help him, like Izzie. He would most likely be dead by now if it wasnt for her, and if not dead, something even worse. Jesse had gotten the feeling sometimes that he was burdoning Izzie from accomplishing her goal, but to put it from her perspective, Jesse was part of her goal, to help out those who seek it.
Looking back inside the storage room, Jesse was almost now certain that the place was clear. But as for the pharmacy, neither him nor any of the other two could be too sure with all of them crawling around the mall. Speaking out not as a leader of the group, but more of someone who would rather take less time getting around then others, Jesse spoke out to both Trenton and Izzie, but mainly Izzie. "Alright, well come on, we should keep moving, theyll find us soon if we stay here too long..." There had already been a few infected outside of the pharmacy, Jesse could hear them. But he was through the storage room door in a flash, knowing that drawing anymore fire would only set them all off. They needed to be quiet if they were going to be moving around the mall like this.
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Post by Caliber on Jun 27, 2010 3:53:19 GMT -5
After listening to Trenton, Jesse spoke out. He suggested we keep moving. That would be a wise decision. "Jesse's right", Izzie said to Trenton. "No time for socializing. You can come with us, Trenton. Just don't do anything stupid. Let's get moving". Izzie turned around and took one step forward before turning around and facing both men once again. "Don't use any firearms. We don't want to attract more infected". As Izzie was saying this, she was pulling out her ASP Baton and extending it to it's full 31 inches. "I suggest we kill as many as we can without getting overwhelmed. The less, the safer. Now, the question is... where are we going? I've never been here before. You two must know this place to some degree. What do you suggest, Trenton?"
Right after she finished speaking, a zombie from outside had wandered into the store and began walking up behind her. Calmly, and almost boredly, she turned around and slammed her ASP baton into it's knees. It fell to one knee. Izzie followed up with another blow to it's skull.
"Well, what's it gonna be, boys?"
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jun 27, 2010 4:06:47 GMT -5
Trenton slid his pistol back into it's concealed holster and drew his knife. "Works for me." He wispered just before Izzie smashed an infected's knees out. Not trusting the strength of the ASP batton Trenton spikes his Ka-Bar into the zombies head for good measure. "You two lead, I'll bring up the rear." He wispered and rose to a stand. Trenton slid his knife back into it's sheath and took his HK91 out of the bag. After giving it a quick check he stepped up close behind Izzie and turned his back to her. "You two lead, make it quick, but keep it quiet." He wispered, crouching low and checking the room they were leaving.
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Post by Winters on Jun 27, 2010 6:57:33 GMT -5
"Right, umm..." Jesse pulled out the best thing he had, a kitchen knife pulled from his duffle bag. He wasnt in any position to be leading, but if they were checking into the storage room first, he would be able to at least warn Izzie that there were infected nearby. The knife was for emergencies, same with his gun, but the only thing he was really good at shooting was the beam from his flashlight. Then, he got a burst of confidence, nodding to Izzie, and Trenton in the back. "...Right, lets go..."
With the knife held at his side, Jesse moved into the storage room, with the flashlight shining first. If there was anything in front of him, he would be the first to know. As the beam shined around the room, shadows had cast along the wall of the various equipment inside the place. Hearing a very, very horrific moan from the back behind a shelf, Jesse almost gasped. But he retained his composure, and turned to Izzie, nudging her in the shoulder and pointing to the sound. "Overthere..."
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jun 30, 2010 16:10:36 GMT -5
Without warning Trenton takes off through the door he broke down and up the stairs. Firing a few rounds behind him to make sure no one was following, Trenton clips the balloon to his belt and waits for the helicopter to be witthin a reasonable distance. "Alright sis, so give me the rundown again?" He says to himself. "There is a T-Cell out break in an arctic facility. It should give you a chance to recover a mutual friend." Says a little voice in his ear. "Is he vital to Umbrella's rebirth?" Trenton responds. "I don't know, but I've gotten you onto a BSAA roster for a rescue mission. Get there, and get that scientist." Says the voice. "How're we getting him out?" Trenton asks. "With any luck, the same way as any other survivors." The voice responds. "Alright, I'll get it done." Trenton says before tossing the pack to the side and ripping the cord to the fulton system out. Trenton braces himself as the low flying chopper hits his cable and [glow=red,2,300]rips him off to the BSAA base Airport.[/glow]
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Post by Winters on Jul 3, 2010 23:59:18 GMT -5
Bursting through the doors into the main mall, Jesse aimed his revolver around with his flashlight, making sure there were no infected in the area. But to his unlucky soul responded countless horrific, faceless monsters moaning and grabbing at the air in front of them. Izzie and Jesse couldnt run from this, there were too many of them to fight off in a single directions. Every passing second, they were closed in tighter and tighter. Running back into the Pharmacy was the only was to go, and closing the door was the only thing keeping the zombies at bat. This wouldnt last for long, both of them needed to think of a way out of here. "Izzie, you got any ideas?" She too hard her gun drawn, ready to fire upon the infected when the door broke down. It seemed to be the only thing they could do, was hold them off for as long as they could, until the zombies would corner them inside until the end came. But Izzie seemed to have an idea. While Jesse wasnt even paying attention, Izzie had lifted open one of the ceiling tiles, and was trying to pull herself up. "No way..." Jesse was doubting the idea at first, but then turned around and crouched down when he saw her struggling to get up. Holding onto her legs tightly with his arms, and trying to lift her up into the gap, Jesse stood strong, helping Izzie as much as he could. "Use my shoulders if you have to, just get up there!"As Jesse was crouched on the ground, Izzie was able to climb herself up onto his shoulders, and wiggle her slender body into the vents of the mall. But at this time, it was no use getting Jesse up, no matter how much she wanted. It was all just a plan to get her to safety, after all she had done for him so far. "Go, get out of here, now!" Jesse could easily tell that Izzie was refusing to leave without him, but the man gave her no choice. Running through the mall, he was cornered by a number of infected, and Izzie could only turn and go about her way as she heard the gunshots ring through the vents until they were no more. But Jesse wouldnt die that easily, he made it out the mall, with not a scratch on him. However, they had been separated now, and who knew if the two would ever cross paths again. It was like a story he had written, about a man and a woman who have established a close relationship. They werent lovers, nor friends. Just two survivors making it by. Fate would tell another story, and maybe, just maybe, Jesse and Izzie would meet again. ~END OF ROLEPLAY~
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Post by Caliber on Jun 7, 2011 18:57:13 GMT -5
[Wolf and Paramore have entered Raccoon City, Downtown District, Maple Tree Mall]
The helicopter hovered over the parking lot infront of Maple Tree Mall. Izzie stood from her seat, sliding open the bird's side door. A fastrope was lowered to the asphalt below; Major Wolf and Agent Paramore prepared for the descent. Gripping the shotgun hanging over her shoulder on its sling, Izzie reached out and wrapped herself around the rope. She thrusted herself forward out of the chopper and slid down the rope to the parking lot below, Sherry doing the same promptly afterward.
As soon as her feet hit the asphalt, Izzie raised her shotgun forward, surveying the area. Several lone infected were scattered across the expansive parking lot-- none of which posed a threat, as they were hundreds of feet away. Izzie lowered her gun and looked to the helicopter in the sky, shielding her eyes from the blinding sun with her hand. She waved the opposite hand to the pilot and the helicopter slowly began ascending again, then started back the way it came. Izzie lowered her gaze to the front entrance of the mall on the other side of the parking lot, roughly one hundred and fifty feet from her current position. Izzie's gaze fell to the ground beneath her feet as she lost herself deep in thought for no longer than a moment.
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Running. Hordes of infected stumbling behind, slowly closing the gap between as the two survivors grew tired. A dark figured trotted by her side toward the front entrance-- salvation. Breathing heavily, Izzie and Jesse picked up the pace, sprinting toward the front entrance.
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Izzie caught her breath, realizing she hadn't inhaled since the flashback began. Hoping Sherry hadn't noticed, Izzie started forward.
"Let's move!" she told her, now making their way across the scorching-hot parking lot, toward the mall's front entrance.
Reaching the front doors, Izzie held her shotgun forward with one hand, pressing against the glass door. The door slid open, leading to the small transitional area from the first set of doors to the second. Both women entered inside, approaching the second set of doors. They had been chained shut rather thoroughly, door handles completely wrapped with wire and chain several times from the inside. Izzie raised her shotgun and slammed the grip against the glass paneling, shattering the door. Lifting the chain over their heads, Izzie and Sherry ducked under and entered the mall entryway. The lighting was dim, the sunlight from the doors and sunroof paneling being the only source. Rubbel and garbage scattered all around, the place looked far too quiet.
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"Gimme a boost!" Izzie requested as Jesse lifted Izzie to the steel shutters above the entrance. The shutters slammed against the floor, locking into place against the ground. "Well, what do we do-" Izzie was cut off as the infected slamming mercilessly against the steel shutters, followed by the horrifying combination of sounds of the infected and the metal clanging.
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Izzie jolted out of her flashback, just as she had jolted when the infected had slammed against the shutters. She glanced up above the doors. The shutters were still there, but had been raised. With a deep sigh, Izzie pulled out her hair tie and shook her head, letting her hair loose. She then pulled her hair back into a ponytail, tighter than before, then tied it.
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Post by Winters on Jun 7, 2011 21:19:18 GMT -5
Holding the .357 Magnum toward the inside of the mall, and than watched as Izzie closed up the panels behind them. From there, they both of them had been silent, but Wolf seemed to be concentrating on something very intently. Being careful not to disturb her while she was in the moment, Sherry stepped forward a little bit, liking the sunlight shining through. It meant they could stay well hidden if they had to, but still not need to rely on their flashlights, wasting scarce battery power.
The second the metal shutters behind them started to shake, Sherry turned around with the barrel of her gun, and seen that Izzie was onto it as well. "I dont think theyre going to be getting through anytime soon, not unless the begin to pile up even more than they already are. Were gonna be in and out as quickly as possible, anyways, so its not a problem..." But just as she finished speaking, and before Izzie was about to reply, there was a loud gunshot coming from the other side of the mall, on the floor above them. "Do you think thats him? Lets be ready for anything." She finished, hearing another few gunshots, about six in total.
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"Dont take your guns to town, son, leave your guns at home, Bill... Dont take your guns to town..." The voice sang out in a low tone to himself, aiming through the scope of a large rifle. The bullets rang out from the distance, clipping and downing an infected with each bang. A rattle from the bolt between each shot and clank from each bullet that entered a second after. A box of ammunition lay on the coffee table next to the railing in the food court, and three more that havent even been opened next to it. Over 100 bodies lined the ground down below on the first floor, but more and more infected drew closer to the open. There was almost a pattern forming between the shot, the kill, and the reload, each of them about three seconds to four seconds apart.
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Post by Caliber on Jun 9, 2011 0:10:01 GMT -5
Izzie opened her mouth to speak, instantly cut off by a loud gunshot. Before she could re-open her mouth to speak, Sherry spoke again. Several more gunshots followed. Izzie winced at the booming echoes of each gunshot, her ears now ringing.
"Unless it's a 'thing' for people to spend their recreational time in a zombie-infested, eerie, run down, garbage-strewn ruin of a building, I'd say that's him," Izzie said to Sherry in a sarcastic tone. "Stay close, try not to look threatening," she said quietly, starting forward into the mall. "Though," she added, "I suppose it's difficult to do when charging in with big guns-- just... let's try not to engage in a shootout."
Izzie walked hastily past several shops, then up a stationary escalator, Sherry close behind. Now on the second floor, the duo made their way across the catwalk bridge to the next set of shops. Another gunshot rang out, the muzzle flash clearly visible in the foodcourt across the way. Sherry and Izzie made their way to the foodcourt and began heading toward the balcony hanging over the first floor where the man was.
An infected man stumbled out from the shadows of a kiosk as Izzie passed by. Moving rather quickly, it lunged for her. Izzie quickly dropped her shotgun to her side on its sling, then whipped her telescopic baton from her belt, lashing it out to her right, extending it. She violently swung the baton a single time into the infected's jaw. It jolted backward, catching itself on the kiosk countertop, stumbling. Before it could regain its ballance and charge again, Izzie raised the baton once more and swung it, slamming the steel tip against the zombie's temple, knocking it clean off of its feet and over the kiosk counter. It landed out of sight, obviously slain.
The man they had pursued, only twenty or so feet away now, had obviously heard the encounter.
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Post by Winters on Jun 9, 2011 2:51:13 GMT -5
Round after round after round, the man piled bullets into the oncoming undead, hoarding them between several pillars, creating a funnel where he could get a clear shot every single time. It wasnt for a good three hours of shooting that he heard another noise, sounded like other people on the same floor he was on, and close by, too. If it was anymore infected, he would be able to smell them, or even hear the sloshing of the footsteps. But there were human, and once the sound of melee combat began, he knew exactly where they were coming from.
Stopping his rifle fire only to reload again and aim in the direction for the new survivor, the man watched and waited in the chair, resting the barrel onto another chair that pivoted around. No flashlights could be seen, so whoever it was mustve been confident in not needing one, which have him the impression that they werent rookies. As the so sounds got closer, the man peered through the scope, seeing the faint outlines of two human survivors, but kept his finger off of the trigger with a more passive intent. They obviously heard the shooting, and decided to follow it to the source, and easily that was found here in the food court. When the combat seemed to die down, the man spoke out in a serious tone, his throat very dry and raspy despite his age. "379... This position... Alone... Starting to feel like this isnt just a waste of my time..."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 9, 2011 10:41:28 GMT -5
Seeing the man turn to them, the two women continued forward. Taking her radio from her belt, Izzie held it up to her mouth, speaking into it.
"HQ, come in. We have located the VIP, engaging now."
Izzie put the radio away, then held her badge out, aiming her shotgun at the floor. Speaking to the man, now less than ten feet away, Izzie assured him that they were not a threat.
"Major Isobel Wolf, Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, in cooperation with the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad, Seattle Branch" she told him, identifying herself and showing her badge. "And this is Agent Paramore of the B.S.A.A.," Izzie said, gesturing to her partner.
Putting her badge away and slinging her shotgun over her back, Izzie continued.
"The B.S.A.A. has been monitoring your broadcasts for awhile now. We understand that you've been affiliated with S.T.A.R.S. since the original outbreak, but remain detached from any standing military forces. The B.S.A.A. sees you as a potential valuable asset, believing the experience you have with the infected would make you a more-than-able soldier and agent. On behalf of the B.S.A.A., we'd like to offer transportation to our headquarters in Florida."
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Post by Winters on Jun 9, 2011 17:49:19 GMT -5
Standing behind Izzie for the first little bit, Sherry hadnt felt the need to take out her badge too, as the man was already shown they were BSAA based on just the clean a proper uniform alone. Any former surviving agent would have been bloodied up, missing pieces of clothing, or just missing a formal greeting entirely. She kept her mouth closed as Izzie spoke, looking around the whole area to make sure there wasnt any nearby infected onto them. Surely enough, the place was clean up here, but the sounds down below indicated there had been more closing in on them. But the tone of voice the man used, and the sentence he spoke before that, seemed to slip past her partner, and Sherry spoke out of a line a bit to ask a question. "Radio channel 37.9? Is that what your broadcasting on?"
The man looked past Izzie, avoiding her question and noticing the sharpness of the woman behind her. Clearly, she was perceptive about the words she heard. But before turning back to the railing, he looked down below, scanning the floor to see how many infected remained in his line of fire. "379 is the number of infected ive killed since I sat down in that chair. The shots are drawing them closer, and from this part of the mall, funneling them in through the bottom down there. Give me another two hours, and I could have them all cleared out. Another four hours, the exits barricades..." Looking at the older woman, Major Wolf, the man seen that she had been still waiting for a response. The other girl seemed to be a little shocked, leaning over the railing to see all the dead bodies, finding it had to believe that he did all of it himself.
"...Every infected walker I kill, Major Wolf, I take a look at their faces. They all used to be living people, and many of them hadnt even began to rot. You see a teenager, no older than fifteen, and realize just how many people were lost when the outbreak hit Raccoon City again. A mother and father, dead or alive, had raised that boy through the entire outbreak. If not them, somebody else, at least until he was on his own. But now, you look at his face, and you cant help but feel like something is wrong. All of that fighting, the surviving, had been for nothing..." Seeing the infected begin to wander up the stairs from the west side of the food court now, he man knew that his position was broken now, and he would either have to find a new one, or go through the undead one at a time with his handgun.
After seeing the other woman seem like she was going to cry, the man stopped speaking about the truth of the situation, and finally decided that maybe it was best to go with them back to the safety of Florida. At the same time, however, the man knew that wasnt going to happen until his business was finished. "...Im looking for somebody, or rather, searching for an answer. I look at their faces, trying to see the one person I know. Knowing theyre put to rest would ease my mind, im not just here killing these infected for fun. If we can find her, all be satisfied. In the long run, were clearing this place out. Maybe you could send in a team of yours to finish up what ive started, get this place on the lockdown while theyre numbers are low." Speaking out with a more direct approach now, the man looked back at Major Wolf, and than finished speaking. "Either way, im not leaving with you until I find her. Hold onto the ones you care about for as long as you can, because once theyre gone, each kill after that doesnt serve a purpose."
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