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Post by .Merios on Nov 19, 2008 18:26:32 GMT -5
This large and classy place is the new largest movie theater in town. The old theater that was once in it's place was torn down due to irreparable damage. There have been hometown movie premiers, red carpet walkthroughs.. the works. It's dark and full of the smell of popcorn and rotting flesh... the doors are strong, and there are few windows, which makes this a perfect place to hide. There are upwards of fourteen different movie theaters to choose from- each screen black but have a recent movie that was out before the outbreak still on reel.
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Post by NotAvailable on Apr 28, 2010 2:09:14 GMT -5
[Rick enters the theatre]
This was possibly the last place Rick had thought he'd ever end up. It wasn't exactly safer than the streets since every room and corner was dark saved for the dim lighting in the entrance plaza. Around him were knocked over ticket boxes, broken registers and shards of glass from the counters, lying around the plush, red carpet.
There didn't seem to be anything alive, but the smell had told another story. Of course Rick had become quite accustomed to the stench of rotting flesh. As he moved on, taking a good look around the area, he chuckled to himself as he reached down and grasped onto a box of Goobers.
It was still closed but God only knows how old they were. Out of curiousity, he opened the package and poured a few out into his hand. Sadly the chocolate was white and flakey. The man sighed and tossed the box over his shoulder. "Well, it could have been worse. There could have been baby tarantulas in there."
He shuddered at the sudden memory of the old science lab in the highschool. That wasn't a pretty sight, him freaking out, screaming and stomping on everything that moved. Not very professional.
((Kay, left it open for ya Rev and Alessia))
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Post by Winters on Apr 28, 2010 2:38:35 GMT -5
[Arc giving chase to a prime suspect, Andy Kobin, on an abandoned street outside the theater.]
"Hostile in pursuit, permission to engage?!" Arc sprung over an overturned car, vaulting himself on top of anothers roof, and then leaped into a roll across the hood of a large truck. Climbing up onto the rear of the tanker, the man fired three rounds back, missing him before jetting back into chase once the BSAA agent was close enough. Arc was about to yell out some words to demotivate the target, but his radio went off in his ear. "Engage, but we need him alive, Arcian." Arc watched the man jump off, and fall onto the ground with a bad landing. Then, he himself followed, landing on top of his and pinning him to the ground. "Where do you think your going, kid?"
Just then, an infected shambled toward Arc from behind, forcing him to let go of the target and dispatch it, allowing him to escape once again. As Arc turned to see that the target had ran off again, he felt the grip of the zombie on his arm, and his vision went red and slow once again. Holding this gun up to the chin of the infected, he fired of a round from his .45 handgun, then rolled his wrist straight, aiming at the target. Popping off two rounds, his vision became clear again, and he heard the crys of pain coming from down the street. Arc walked toward the target, who was laying face doing on the ground with two shattered knees from the bullets, and lifted him up by the neck with the gun to his head. "Yo hombre, that almost cost me. But its going to cost you a lot if you want to live. I want answers, who are you working for?!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Apr 28, 2010 2:53:00 GMT -5
Rick had currently seated himself safely behind a counter to rest when he heard gunshots outside of the theater. He narrowed his eyes and sprang to his feet, placing a palm on the top of the counter and leaping over with ease. He reached for his side arm and carefully made his way toward the entrance doors. Pressing his back against the ticket booths, he looked through the glass doors and much to his suprise, he only made out a man stumbling forward and collapsing in the street. Another man had slowly approached him, gun in hand.
Rick felt his blood boil but before he did anything reckless, he decided to view it closer to ensure his and the downed man's safety. He carfully pushed open the door and slowly closed it behind him, quiety running up behind a pillar in the frontside. He glanced around it at the upstart before noticing the man's bleeding kneecaps. The man with the gun and black hoodie was apparently up to no good.
Once the hoodie guy grabbed the helpless man by the neck and shoved his gun into his face, Rick knew he had to act fast.
He spun around the pillar and held Arc at gunpoint, his eyes had been cold and unreadable. "Sir, I'll have to ask you to put the gun down, now. You've done enough damage to that poor man. I don't wanna have to hurt you," he warned him in a firm voice.
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Post by Winters on Apr 28, 2010 3:31:11 GMT -5
Arc jolted his attention to the man who just entered the scene, but before he even spoke a word, a bullet entered the targets head. "Get down!" Arc held the body paralelle to where the shot came from, using Kobin as a human shield from the gunman in an unknown location. A few more rounds rent off, bullet grazing the meats torso, as Arc shoved him off to the side, and dropped onto the ground behind a broken car with the witness. Holding the .45 firmly in his grasp, Arc looked over and spoke into his radio. "Target is down, I repeat, target is down. Gunman shot from an unknown location, Kobin his dead...... Follow my lead back into the theater. Any questions? Save em!"
With a mental count to three, Arc took out an empty magazine from his belt, and tossed it into the open, setting off a nearby parked car alarm. A shot rang off, the bullet pretty much nailing the metal shard dead on. As the diversion leaked to the right, Arc and the other man dove into another cover, getting closer to the theater entrance. Now scrambing into the door, another burst of fire hit the front doors, but both Arc and the man were safe inside. Breathing heavily from the chase prior to all of this action, he leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. "Military, police, civilian...? Everyone looks like just another guy. Me? Arcian Griffin, BSAA South American Branch."
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Post by Alessia on Apr 28, 2010 22:55:26 GMT -5
[Alexander had been shooting at Arc and Rick]
Alexander missed the two new civilians, so he hooked a Grappling hook,put his rifle over his arm and repelled down the side of the building into a Alleyway. He readied his Rifle,crouched down to the ground and moved across the street with his rifle pointed at the Doorway. His mission was to take out the BSAA Soldier and the previous target that he shot in the head. He went inside another Alleyway so he could reach one of the backdoors to get inside without being shot, after getting inside he was in one of the Theater rooms, turning on his Night Vision he noticed only a few zombies walking towards him. He took a shot at each of their heads and ran up the stairs to get inside the lobby.
Alexander took cover behind a wall after a few shots almost hit him from the enemy....
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Post by NotAvailable on Apr 29, 2010 14:59:49 GMT -5
When Rick had ran into the theater with the hooded man, they both stood in the middle of the hallway, hidden behind the ticket booths. He glanced at the man, considering the idea of kicking his shins out and twisting his arm behind his back, however, right now didn't seem appropriate. Obviously there was someone tailing the ethnic man and the victim that was blown to hell.
The former U.S. Marshal had went to probe him for questions, when he spoke up himself. He explained that he was part of the B.S.A.A.
Rick knew exactly who they were, he wanted to say the good guys but in a series of reports from his old friend back in Arlington, they didn't seem any better than Tricell to him. Of course it shouldn't have been any of his business, but he had to know why the hell there was still those branches 12 years AFTER the world had died. It was ridiculous and unnecessary.
"Rick Bennette. Most people just call me, Rick but until I know you're not a bad guy then Marshal will do just fine," he told him. Before the man could react they both heard a murmurred thump and the sound of glass crunch little ways away before stopping suddenly. Rick casted a glare and pulled the other man behind the solid counters.
The two crouched behind the counter, sending a few warning shots in the direction of the sound. He figured it was more than likely Mr Hoodguy's sniper. He's dealt with people like this before, however. He wasn't very intimidated.
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Post by Winters on Apr 29, 2010 16:05:54 GMT -5
"Griffin to HQ, unidentified hostile in the Jackson Theater. Kobin is dead, the shooter began firing upon myself and another survivor."
"All clear to engage, Griff. Call in for extraction once the area is secured."
"Understood." Arc looked at the man, but didnt speak, he knew that he heard every word from the radio anyways. Jumping over the counter after that had fired warning shots, he rolled across the gap and against the wall leading into the east theater wing. Switching out his handgun for his SMG, Arc peeked out from behind cover, and then strafed out to the side once he saw it was clear. Aiming the gun directly forward, he watched the seven doors that ran along the whole wing, knowing that the shooter was behind one of them.
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Post by Alessia on Apr 29, 2010 16:34:05 GMT -5
Alexander had heard the conversasion between the BSAA Soldier named "Griff" and his HQ. But now Griffin was moving around the lobby, Grey could hear him. When Alexander attempted to peek around the corner again, a few shots almost hit him. He was trapped now, unless he could create a distraction. He seen a Large Light above the Enemy, if he could hit it and let the glass fall on the man then he would have a chance. He put his arm around the corner with his pistol in his hand and fired a few times above the man, causing the Glass to fall on top of him. Soon as he heard the shattering, Alexander ran and ran inside one of the Theater Rooms. He started to move around quietly in the dark, then hid high up in the Seating area with his Assault Rifle pointed towards the doorway with his Suppressor on...
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Post by NotAvailable on Apr 29, 2010 16:51:12 GMT -5
Rick stayed back and tried to figure out whether or not he should get involved. This battle had nothing to do with him afterall. Whoever the sniper was, only had beef with him. As he contemplated his next move, he ultimately decided to follow after Arc, cautiously.
When the light fixtures rattled above, Rick grasped onto Arc's shoulder, pulling him behind the doors in the entrance of the screening room.
With that light out, it was pitch dark. This was no good, but luckily he had a flashlight in hand. He switched it on and glanced over at Arc. "He's playing unfair ain't he?" he commented.
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Post by Winters on Apr 29, 2010 19:09:05 GMT -5
Flicking a switch on his SMG, Arcs light shown forward. "Close call, thanks. Lets go!" Arc didnt see which door the man went inside, but heard a door shut in the distance of the wing. It mustve been one of the three near the back, but which one still remained a mystery. Hand signalling to the other man to move on the right side, Arc switched over to the left. After kicking down one door, there was no gunfire coming out, so he concluded that one to be empty. That left two doors, and Arc could tell that the other man had an idea.
Arc noticed that the shooter was using a pair of NVG's, how he could navigate around without the use of a flashlight. Reaching onto his belt, he pulled out two flairs, tossing one of the to the other survivor and nodded. Both placing their hands on there respective doors, Arc counted out just loud enough for Rick to hear him across the hall. "One... Two... Three!" With that, both of the men lit the flairs, and tossed them into both theaters. Gunfire could be heard from from Ricks door, as Arc quickly moved across the hallway and into the theater with him. The flairs would create enough reflective light to black the NVG's focus, disabling any sight from them while they were active. Firing off several rounds at blindfire, Arc waited for signs of movement before going any further then the corner.
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Post by Alessia on Apr 29, 2010 22:59:50 GMT -5
Alexander was blinded by the light, he took off the goggles right away and started to rub his eyes with his Left Index Finger and Thumb. After a few seconds he put down his rifle, pulled out his swords and put his goggles on his forehead. He started to sneak around, listening to the footsteps of his enemy after closing his eyes. He stayed in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to attack the enemy. If he used his Assault Rifle or Pistol, it would give him away and get him shot, the Room didn't have enough cover to defend himself from the enemies. The flares went out a few seconds later, and Alexander put his goggles back on then started to approach the Civilian from behind, quietly using his training since he was Five years old to take the man out. He lifted his right hand sword, preparing to slash
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Post by NotAvailable on Apr 30, 2010 0:06:55 GMT -5
As Rick had once again found himself in pitch darkness. He'd been temporarily blind when he moved onward, one foot infront of the other as he continued on. He could make out a beam of light from Arc's SMG light, shining on the area around before resting on Rick's face.
"Rick! Behind you!" Arc yelled, sending a round at the sniper. When the man attempted to bring his sword down on him, he grasped onto his forearms with both hands, dropping his weapon and with brute strength, kept the sword at bay.
He sent his knee into the pit of the sniper's stomach in hopes of him backing off. Arc had ran up to the two, weapon in hand, the barrel pushed up against the back of the man's head. Before any words or any further damage could be dealt, there was what sounded like, wet, sticky, low thumping noises emitting from above. There was multiple hisses that followed with the a louder thumping noise.
Rick had kept his grip but managed to stare over at Arc as did the sniper. Arc looked back, his light exposing what looked like three, giant, hairy, spiders.
"Oh f**k..." Rick murmurred.
((By the way Alessia, it's cool to auto-hit every once in awhile with me, but um do it when it's NOT lethal. XD You also have my permission to move my character, just don't make him look silly, please.))
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Post by Winters on Apr 30, 2010 1:25:09 GMT -5
When Arc saw the scene go down, he chose between the gunman whom they were chasing, or the spider that showed itself. Taking the two rounds off to kill the giant spider, Arc dashed forward, and kicked the assassin in the left kidney. This was enough to make him drop his arm down, and the Marshal to dodge out of the way. But the gunman didnt give up, taking another swing toward Arc as he just backed out of the swing. Raising his SMG, he aimed it at the gunmans face, ready to just shoot. But that wasnt his duty, his duty was to ensure the safety of the Marshal, and himself. "Im gonna be the adult here..." Lowing his SMG, Arc glanced over at the other man, Rick, and ran past the gunman.
He didnt really care if he followed the or not, just that getting out of the theater plaza was the best idea at the time. As they got into the hallway, the other door was bursting open, another two spiders jumping through. Arc open fired at one of them, causing it to stagger and flip over. But once more were starting to follow, the only option was to save ammouniton and run. He could contact an evacuaton chopper for them, but it would take four hours at least to get to Raccoon City. As both Arc and Rick ran down the hallway, he spoke up, checking the magazine in his gun. "Lets just get the lobby, we can think of a plan there." Looking at the man, Arc couldnt help but remember seeing him somewhere in the past.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound coming from the sky outside. Seems like backup had arrived sooner then later, and Arc was ready for extraction. "Listen, I know who your looking for here in Raccoon City, I can help you find them. Just get in the chopper, we can talk it over later..." Arc wasnt sure if Rick remembered him, but he was sure glad to see the helicopter. No word from the other guy, though. Wether he made it out of the theatre alive was another story to tell. But as of now, BSAA Agent Griffin and the Raccoon City survivor Rick had made it to the chopper, and were taking the grand tour above the hellish nightmare from the sky.
[Arc and Rick now leaving Jacksons Theater]
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on May 10, 2011 21:42:27 GMT -5
Foot Loose and Viral Flee. [/center][/size] Pant. Pant. Pant. The steady breathing of the thought to be dead mercanary echoed through off the bricked walls as if they were breathing themselves. Each sprinting leap felt as though it could be his last as the sounds of murder on steriods followed close behind him. Pant. Pant. All he had to do was just stay sixteen steps ahead at all times, sixteen steps. Pant. Pant. One. Two. Three- It felt as though his muscles were beginning to lock as he rounded a partially decayed building and moved out into the open. Stride. Pant. Pant. If he had so much as slowed down for more than a second, those damn things behind him would most likely enjoy feasting on his innards with a vicious gleam. All he had to do was stay sixteen steps ahead... yeah right.
Harold Waltz had rounded the corner to only come to the realization that he had reached a dead end. A massive concrete barrier had been erected in this particular part of town due to the initial quarentine effort that had been set in motion by Umbrella Corperation in the past. Now it was royally screwing every aspect of his desperate escape from the four legged beast that had managed to pick up his scent. Since when did he have "Alpo" sprawled across his chest? Regardless, he was now stuck between a hard place and a pack of insane monsters hell bent on devouring his flesh. Think man, think.
Exit stage left was the exact thought that had crossed through his mind when he noticed the ladder that was half dropped from the three story building just ahead. To his "frequent" luck, it had seemed that the ladder itself was being held in place by nothing less than a single steadfast rope. A blinding rotation of his firearm allowed the rope to split with little effort, fibers scattering like shattered glass as the screeching ladder crashed to the ground with a massive PANG! Once the smoke wagon in his left hand was skined again, he latched onto the cold iron and pulled himself up in a effort to escape.
The ferocious roars and yelps of the hell dogs grew extremely close as he gained high grounds. The yelps were then given a face as a pack of fairly organized Cerebus-based creatures pawed forward. Slick, exposed, wet flesh glistened against the overhead streetlights as the muscled creatures... Doberman based... moved into the full open. They did not aimlessly move as if they were going to rush him, instead they pawed thier muscled bodies into seperate directions. One stayed while the others turned off into seperate directions. Go figure the one that stayed had attempted to wrap its paws against the iron in a effort to try the same route Harold had decided to take. Clever?
One shot had dropped the creature and severly disrupted it's senses. Sticky red ooze escaped from the gaping cavity. Apparently, now was the best time to move. The dog began to flail in a violent outburst before howling in a nervous yelp. It was then that it was responded to by seperate far off yelps as well.
Harold had paused at the top long enough to pick up his radio and choose a random frequency, " This is Y-907, I am requesting immediate evacuation and possible extraction from Downtown Raccoon City. Multiple BOWs in the vicinity of Downtown Raccoon City. I repeat, multiple BOWs on the move in Downtown Raccoon City. Cerebus Pack confirmed in motion and one engaged. Engaged one terminated. Extremely well armed Hunter Varient known as well. Hunter is presumed to be programmed to clear the area of any possible dwellers or infected. Only the dogs seem to be unaffected by the creatures possible protocol. I repeat, Downtown Raccoon is presumed immediate Threat. Over." [/b] Harold would lean against the wall while assisting himself with his own binoculars. Focusing in on the only possible entrance to the area. [/blockquote][/size]
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