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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 14, 2010 22:17:55 GMT -5
Rebecca stared at him for a moment, looking confused.
Sweet on..?
Then she blinked, getting it. "OH! Ooooh, like, like like. Right? Attracted to? Things of that nature? I've never heard anyone younger than my friend's grandparents use that term for it. Weird." She shook her head with a laugh. "No, I'm not. It's just... well... how would you understand it..." She thought for a moment. "Sticking with him has increased my chances of survival so far. It's... beneficial for me I guess? Anyway, girls like me... we don't dabble in that sort of thing. Not meant for us." She pulled her knees up closer to her and looked at him, completely serious in her answer. She was a bookworm, a library rat, they didn't deal with boys. Not in that way at least.
She stared at him as he answered her question in her usual way, it surprised her a bit that her staring didn't unnerve either of them. She noticed as he took off his sunglasses, this time getting a better look at his eyes now that she was expecting it. "Hmm." She started. "They're not that bad. I mean... They're just red eyes. I don't see why you cover them up all the time. I mean, I guess I don't exactly know what it's like cause mine are plain old green, but yours really aren't so bad." She rested her head on her knees, hair falling to one side. "Really nothing to be so insecure about Jonny." One more puzzle she'd worked out, she wondered if he was giving her pieces on purpose or if she was just particularly sharp today. She had no trouble explaining her reasoning if he was curious, but what she had said to him was something that seemed pretty obvious to her. Getting a little annoyed at her hair, she pulled out a hairtie and some bobby pins from her bag and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, waiting for him to respond. With her hair pulled back, a cut and lines of dried blood on her forehead were very apparent.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 14, 2010 22:54:43 GMT -5
Jonathan snarled and put his glasses back on, realizing that perhaps he hadn't made a good choice in taking them off in the first place if they were going to be the center of attention, "Says you!" He stood up and walked over to the window looking out, "If I had wanted your opinion on what my eyes look like to you, I would have asked you! I don't care if you like it or not or think it doesn't look bad! You don't have to deal with it every day." He stopped at the window having practically yelled at Rebecca as he had walked across the room. He leaned on the sill and stared into the darkness outside, listening to the sounds of the night.
His memory went back to when he first became what he was....and when he lost his humanity. The day that he failed in his timing of putting the Anti-Virus into his system forever leaving him with demonic red eyes. Though he could see in the dark, had he been a tad faster in administering the Anti-Virus, he wouldn't have that side effect. His failure angered him, and he wore the sunglasses to both keep it hidden from others so that he could appear to be a normal man, and also hide it from himself whenever he saw his own reflection. If there was ever anything that he was ashamed of, it was his eyes...his curse that he had to live with.
He looked down at his arms that had been strengthened with the Virus, as was his hearing, healing and speed. He had gained so much from what he had done so long ago to himself, but at a terrible price. While he became what could easily be referred to as a "superhuman", he gained many weaknesses. Weakness to fire and electricity were the most prominent. He then felt in his pocket and took out a Tricell identification card that had no name on it, and just his photo with the name "Mr. Black." That is what he had become....Jonathan Ricklard died when the Virus was introduced into his system and Mr. Black, the superhuman, was born.
"Tomorrow," he began, "I will be done with you and Luis and carry on with what I have to do. I see now that I have already spoken too much." He then turned to look at her, "I keep forgetting that you are dispensable. Merely an inconvenience to me and have nothing to do with my goals." He then turned back around and stared out into the darkness,"Goodnight."
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 14, 2010 23:09:20 GMT -5
Rebecca let her arms drop to her side, having expected a reaction similar to that. She sighed and lay down on the table, looking over at him in a way that, paired with how she was laying, was oddly reminiscent of a cute little kitten. "Typically, when one points out an insecurity in another, they will get defensive." She smiled. "Still pretty rude, but I wasn't expecting much better of a reaction." She yawned slightly, the fact that she'd spent enough time speaking to him allowed her to be much less phased by her attitude, she was her usual calm self again. She yawned briefly and rolled over, trying her best to ignore the pain in her arm.
"Y'know." She started, not quite ready to fall asleep with the superman all ****y like this. "We're all f*cked up and we've all f*cked up. Every single one of us. You're not the only one." Becca was not usually one to swear, but it seemed appropriate.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 14, 2010 23:23:44 GMT -5
"Yes," Jonathan started and turned back around, "you're real f*cked up...you don't know the half of it and you already presume that you are equal to me? You're out of your d*mned mind if you think that." Jonathan didn't know what she had been through, but he did know what he had been through over the years. Watching as his only daughter was relentlessly experimented on, killing his own wife for the sake of that project, trying to kill his daughter later on in her life, and now a servant for the Executives of Tricell..... and that was only the big parts, not to mention the other innocent people he had killed or watched die, especially in his Army days.
"No," he began again, "you don't know the half of it at all...and you never will." He walked over to the table and looked at Rebecca. Part of him wanted to kill her then. It would be easy to do after all as there were so many ways it could be done and for him, it was all easier to do. However, the other part of him didn't want to kill her. The other part wanted to keep her around, so instead, he picked up a wooden chair next to the table and tossed it across the room throwing it into the wall with such force that the chair broke into many pieces and left a slight dent in the wall where it had made contact.
"Screw it," he muttered and walked back over to the window and looked back out, "she wouldn't understand anyway. No one does."
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 14, 2010 23:35:42 GMT -5
She heard him walk up to her and then stop, but she kept her eyes closed. He still seemed ****ed, and the air around him even felt heavy. To be frank, it did scare her a bit, he could probably hurt her pretty easily, but she stayed calm. Flinching when the chair crashed into the wall, she let out an unnoticeable sigh of relief. So he hadn't tried to kill her, that was good. She let silence blow away any of the steam that was just released before she spoke up again, keeping her tone even and smooth. She wasn't scolding, merely speaking.
"I wasn't presuming anything, Jonathan. You're the one that's making the arrogant assumption that your difficulties are worth more than anyone else's. You've been through some bad crap and that sucks, but so has everyone else in this whole disaster. Innocent children have been orphaned, people left without homes not knowing if their loved ones are safe. It probably doesn't mean anything to you, but you have no right to go around acting like everything you've been through is worth more than any of the other people who've been damaged by the outbreak, by this virus. No one does." And with that she turned to face the wall. If he wanted to say something, so be it. She was going to try to sleep.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 14, 2010 23:56:50 GMT -5
Jonathan snarled at her remarks and blew them off. He continued to look out into the woods listening to the sounds of the undead mindlessly searching for the next bit of food. He stood there for what had to have been thirty or forty minutes before turning around and looking over at Rebecca, who had managed to get to sleep. He chuckled a bit and walked over to where his shoes and shirt were lying. He put his shoes on one at a time and tied them taught before slipping his shirt on, but didn't button it or anything. He looked at Rebecca once more before heading toward the steps, and stopped at the fire blanket container. He opened it and took the wool blanket out and walked over to Rebecca and draped it over her.
"You are a strange girl," he said under his breath, "but you aren't dead...so there is something about you that is keeping you alive." He then went back to the steps and walked down them leaving Rebecca asleep in the room behind him. He came to Luis who was still standing guard.
"You can go stay with the girl. I'm going to go get some air," he said jokingly walking to the door and opening it. He looked in the hallway outside of it to make sure it was clear before looking back to Luis, "That girl...she's something else. I like her style. Reminds me of myself when I was younger. I'm heading up the mountain. I'll wait for you on the ridge above Joey's place until morning. If you two aren't there by a reasonable time after dawn, I will kick the door to the place in, go inside, and kill anyone or anything inside without regards...so I would urge you to make haste once the sun comes over the mountain." With a final smirk, showing that he meant business, he walked out of the door and closed it behind him, leaving the shotgun behind for one of them to use...he didn't need it after all.
(Jonathan is now in the Arklay Forest)
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Post by Winters on May 15, 2010 0:29:38 GMT -5
Before, Louis heard the yelling in the watchtower, and the noise of something breaking. Rushing up the stairs, he pulled out his gun, and was about to rush though the door until there was a much more calm voice coming from Jonathan. This reassured him that everything was fine, and he moved back down to his post at the bottom of the stairs. A good amount of time has past, and Louis was getting pretty tired. They were very safe up here in the watchtower, and the infected had no idea about their location now. Blowing into the cool night air, he could see his own breath misting out. The climate was cold even this high up, no wonder there was still a fine patch of snow around Joeys house if they were going up their, it would be quite a trip.
At this time, Jonathan showed up. Guess Rebecca had fallen asleep, and it was time for him to head out. Louis knew that Jonathan would be able to just sit and sleep, he wasnt that kinda of person. The man was right, there was something he had sensed in Rebecca that made him stay with her, maybe they had both sensed the same thing. Listening to Jonathan speak, Louis nodded, assuring him that they would be there. But they would have to make tracks first thing tomorrow morning, and no stopping for anything. As Jonathan moved away, Louis just watched him run off into the woods, dissapearing in the treeline. He himself went up into the watchtower, carefully opening the door to make sure he didnt wake up Rebecca. Sitting against the wall, his eyes fell dead, and he too was fast asleep in minutes...
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Louis opened his eyes, quickly standing onto his feet. Judging by the sun shining in, it looked to be about eight thirty, nine o clock. Looking down below, it was as if all the infected had gone off into the woods. It would be safe for them to make tracks for Joeys home now, but it was still damn cold outside. Taking his gun and a few magazines, Louis put them into the belt on his sweatpants, and then removed his big leather jacket. Tossing it onto the floor beside Rebecca, he noticed the shotgun laying against the wall. Walking over to it, Louis strapped it over his armored vest, and picked up the two crates of ammunition. Nudging the girl with his feet around her bum, he spoke out, and then opened up the door. "Morning sunshine... Were heading out early. Grab your sh*t and lets go." He motioned for the Jacket. "Might be a little big, but itll keep you warm."
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Post by Evening in Missoula on May 15, 2010 1:02:43 GMT -5
Five year old Rebecca sat on the edge of her bed in her room. She wore a yellow flowered dress and no shoes, normal playclothes. Her hair in slightly lopsided, thin blonde pigtails. Looking around she saw all of the familiar things, her music box, her bookshelf fully stocked, her batman comforter. Everything was normal. She looked around cautiously, the house was so quiet. "...Uncle Joey?" She got up and wandered downstairs. Something compelled her out to the back patio. Opening the sliding class door, she stepped into the yard. "...Aunty?" The grass was wet from the previous night's rain and it was cold beneath her feet. Hearing a strange noise, she walked over towards the shed. There were feet poking out... "Is that you?" A snarl. A snarl like an angry dog. But it wasn't a dog, it was a person. They had blood covering their mouth, covering their whole front. Most children would have cried or ran, Rebecca just stood and stared. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Want me to go and get my Uncle, 'cause you're bleeding mister." The creature lumbered towards her, but she didn't know enough to be scared. Before it could reach her she was scooped up and being carried off.
"Rebecca! Rebecca we told you to stay in your room! You can't do this to us, Becca! You scared me half to death! What were you doing outside!?" But she couldn't focus, why was that man covered in blood? What was wrong with him? If he was hurt they needed to help... She tried to ask her Uncle but he wouldn't say another word. And that's when she figured out that something was really wrong, her Uncle Joey always answered her questions. So she didn't ask her Uncle why the bloody man was eating that nice old man from one house over.
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Rebecca woke with a start when she was nudged, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. The talk last night had dredged up some old memories... the beginning of the first infection, the most confusing time of her life. Nothing compared to being five years old and seeing people eating other people in your own backyard. She looked down at the wool blanket that had slipped off of her when she sat. "Louis? Did you-?" She looked down at it again and shook her head, then sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the table and sliding on the jacket. "Thanks... but don't you need it?" She pulled her bag over her shoulder, being careful of her arm, and stood up. It was nice to have her hair up and out of her face, even though she could feel the dried blood on her forehead.
With a bit of a stretch, she followed Louis patiently, curious as to where he was taking them. "So I guess Casper booked it, hmm?"
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Post by Winters on May 15, 2010 14:30:13 GMT -5
Louis stopped in the middle of the stairwell, and listened to Rebecca. "Yeah, you could say that... Hes waiting for us further up the mountain, wanted to check and make sure we would have a safe trip. But we gotta hurry on through, id like to get there before dark." He didnt answer the question about his jacket, Rebecca needed it more then he did. Louis was wearing the armor, along with a navy blue shirt. It would keep his chest and neck area as warm as it needed to be without catching a cold. He didnt feel different without the jacket on, it became a part of him that he just always wore, ir grew on him. But she needed it more, and Louis understood that. As the two of them got down into the lobby, there was the creeking of a door behind the desk. This followed by a moan, giving Louis even more reason to just walk out the front door and save his energy or bullets for later. "Just ignore it, were much faster." Louis and Rebecca quickly moved outside, walking at a very fast pace to the tree. But almost to contradict his last statement, there was a loud bark, and two of those dogs jumped from around the building. "Stick close to me!" One of the dogs ran from the east side, and another from the north. Louis knocked the butt of his shotgun into one of them, forcing it to the ground while he turned to get tackled by the other. It teech were trying to maul at his chest, but couldnt pierce the armor. Hearing a gunshot, the dog fell of limp, and Louis got back to his feet. By this time, Louis heard the other dog standing back up, and with a quick turn around he booted the mutt to the ground, stomping on its neck. In a position like this, if he was alone, it wouldve been much easier to just run, maybe even his only option. Having a second person around really made things a lot easier for him, it worked both way. Rebecca was probably in a better state of survival with a partner, as well. Turning to her before walking onward to the woods, he spoke out. "Nice shot. Guess im rubbing off on you, huh?" Without grinning and chuckling to much, Louis jogged into the treeline, know Rebecca would be right behind him the whole way. [Rebecca and Louis now at the Big Bear Hunting Lodge]
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Post by hazard on Jul 22, 2010 19:45:35 GMT -5
Arklay Mountains... Just outside of Raccoon City, the center of the first global Outbreak of the T-virus. Tommy knew that his father would have steered clear of this place, for the fact that it was the center for the largest BOW experimentation, and testing facilities. So why had Tommy Oliver come out to the Arklay Forest, heading towards Raccoon City? Tommy thought that it would be best if he could learn more about the BOW's before he risked going further into the country, or even over sees if that was at all possible. Tommy had no idea where his father was during the first Outbreak, for all he knew he could have been hitting an Umbrella facility overseas, which was another reasons he was here, to learn the locations of all of the facilities so that if he had gone on such a mission he might have an idea what that facility was and what to expect when he got there. At the same time it seemed almost poetic to start the search for his long lost father in the city that caused his separation.
Tommy had left the hummer a few miles out, only because it had run out of gas. He carried his M4 carbine at the ready, the flashlight on guiding his path. It was dark, and Tommy was looking for a place to hole up for the night. He had gotten lucky none of the infected had found him, but he feared his luck would run down if he stayed outside much longer. It was at this time he located the Sheriffs Department. He saw no signs of life coming from the building, which was both a good and a bad thing. The building was tall, three stories, with a tower at one end He assumed it was for looking out for forest fires. He saw the cars the sheriff and deputy once drove and thought he might find gas in the tanks, but quickly shot that idea out when he thought about ho long they must have been sitting there.
Tommy slowly approached log cabin like building his M4 shouldered and raised ready to fire at anything that came into his sights. Tommy decided to enter threw the front door. As he approached it he watched the windows too for signs of movement, but without light from the inside of the building itself it was useless. Tommy reached the door and stood up against the side of it. he let the M4 fall and the sling catch it again. He then pulled the M9 from his holster and then checked the door nob, it was unlocked.
He opened the door and entered the front office of the sheriffs office. He quickly looked back and forth seeing that there was nobody but him in the first room. He closed the door behind him locked the door and removed his backpack placing it on the reception desk and his M4 carbine with it, he then sat in the chair to catch a breath. He had been walking for the better part of 2 hours after all.
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Post by Brucey on Aug 7, 2010 21:13:40 GMT -5
[McKenzie and Jessica Enter]
The two twins had been walking aimlessly for a good few hours now. The only goal was just to find a place to take cover in for a bit, rest, relax, and all that. Then through the trees they saw the Department. It was a nice sight, a place to chill out in for a bit. Just for the night that was all.
"Jess. We're going to stay in there for the night." McKenzie said pointing to the building.
"Okay... But umm it looks like someones inside. See the light?" Jessica said examining the building a bit.
"Well then we'll just have to go inside and see what it is. Obviously its human if they are using a light!" McKenzie replied angered a little. It was only cause she was tired but still she didn't have to snap.
So the twins moved up to the house. Jessica drew her revolver, and McKenzie, drew one of her knives. The style of fighting they liked. One up front one in back. Just perfect for them as it allowed no conflicts of interest in the fight. Only teamwork. Though they weren't expecting an actual fight, but were prepared just in case.
Then after a short period of time they approached the front door and took positions on each side. McKenzie jiggled the knob. Locked. Just great they thought. So McKenzie looked at the door and knocked.
"Hey! Who's in there!?" She said in a loud stern voice trying to get the attention of whoever was inside.
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Post by hazard on Aug 8, 2010 0:25:01 GMT -5
Tommy reacted when he heard the knock by dropping to the floor and pulling his pistol out. When he heard the voice of a girl he was almost re-leaved. He was expecting to be rushed by raiders, or having Zeds break in threw the windows, not someone knocking and asking who was there. Tommy holstered his gun and pulled the M4 carbine from the desk. He remembered his sniper was in a case on his pack, but it was useless right now. Shouldering the weapon, he aimed it at the door still expecting to get breached at any moment, Tommy said, "I thought it was supposed to be the other way around" first to lighten the mood then finished with, "Tech Sergent Tommy Oliver. Who am I speaking to and what is your number?" He asked, wanting to see his odds if he had to fight his way outta there.
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Post by Brucey on Aug 8, 2010 1:10:00 GMT -5
McKenzie didnt want to deal with a cocky man in a room. Joke cracking wasnt something she liked when she was part of the joked. Jessica saw the look of frustration on McKanzie's face so she took lead in replying before McKenzie ruined it.
"Im Jessica, and im here with my sister McKenzie. Can you come in please?" Jessica asked in a polite tone trying not to make things worse.
"Can we come in please? Bah." McKenzie said with a laugh as she mocked her sister.
It is somewhat surprising that the two of them stick together like white on rice. Jessica the sweetie, and McKenzie the brat. Practicaly polar opposites working together like it was nothing. Amazing. But now they had to wait to see if the man inside was kind enough to let them into the building.
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Post by hazard on Aug 8, 2010 2:34:01 GMT -5
Tommy pulled the sling around his body and slowly creapped up to the door. He could tell it was another girl who had responded to him, and then the first. 'Two minimum.' he thought. As he reached the door and let his leave the fore grip of his gun and pulled the deadbolt on the door unlocked, and the backed up. He figured they would wait until he gave them okay. Tommy returned to the desk of the receptionist and said to the girls, "Enter slowly, and your weapons either holstered or aimed high." Tommy's voiced sounded serious, being military he was very careful and meticulous about everything that could be a threat. "Here is your fair warning, One gun gets aimed in my direction when you enter, there will be holes in everything that comes threw that door, and all along that wall the door is on." He kept his sights pointed at the door, ready to fire if he had to.
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Post by Brucey on Aug 8, 2010 12:42:30 GMT -5
McKenzie was becoming somewhat frustrated with how demanding the man was. She never liked being told what to do, and she wasn't even used to it. Sweet old Jessica though placed the gun she was holding back into her bag, and went to open the door.
"Kenzie pleeaase don't cause trouble." Jessica said in a quiet pleading tone. She didn't want this to turn into a big mess.
McKenzie just rolled her eyes with a grunt, and then placed he knife back into its holder on her belt. So now unarmed Jessica grabbed the doorknob to open the door. Then the two took a few steps in slowly seeing the man aiming a gun at them. Jessica stayed back some though while she relocked the door nicely, and Mackenzie when to the middle of the room to look at the man closer.
"See... Unarmed." She said showing her bare hands in a joking manner.
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