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Post by Reaper on Nov 18, 2008 12:11:57 GMT -5
Owned and operated by Tommy Price. This is just a basic fish and game store, that during the summer seems to bring a lot of business. It is considered to be popular among any age because of it’s range of old and new modle rifles.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 22, 2010 1:44:05 GMT -5
[Enter Louis Johnson]
"That girl better be wearing a sweater..." From the city to the forest, the light snow that fell was cold to the touch. Louis knew she came back to the house, she wasnt with Joey, and Arc hadnt seen anyone on the streets from the air. But travaling from Raccoon City into the Arklay Forest wasnt an easy task unless you knew where you where going, and the cold weather meant you better have a place to stay when you got there. The man jogged his way through the trees, ducking and weaving under and around branches. Stumbling into a clearing he saw a fairly large building for the location, it was Tommys Fish & Game Store, or so the sign said.
Keeping a good firm grip on his handgun, Louis aimed around the area, making sure there wasnt any infected about to sneak up and bite him in the ass. The wind was beginning to blow a bit harder, he needed to get inside and find something he could put over himself to keep him warm. Turning the doorknob of the shop, Louis kicked it open, waving the gun to both sides. As the immediate area was clear, he closed the door shut, and walked toward the counter. Leaning over to see a pair of keys, it was almost instinct that he knew everything was locked from the outside.
Fiddling with a few of then, he saw the key he needed for the gun cabinate. But upon moving towards the back, Louis saw that it was already opened up. Only a few boxes of .308 and .22 rounds were left, and since his guns used either of those ammuniton, he went for another cabinate. This one used a different key, and as he opened it up, he saw it held camoflage coats and pants. Grabbing a large woodland jacket, Louis put it on, and loosened it up with his arms. But as he was about to reach for the matching pants, he heard a bang at the door. Quickly aiming his gun behind him, he moved quickly, putting his hand on the doorknob.
Opening it up with a nasty look on his face, his facial expressions turned to confusion as there was nothing there. Not even a second after closing the door, Louis grabbed from behind, and taken to the ground. Rolling to the side out of his attackers grip, he aimed the gun to the side, and put a bullet between the eyes of an infected. Hearing movement upstairs, Louis rolled onto his back, and aimed his gun upstairs. Quietly getting to his feet while maintaining his aim, he then heard more banging at the door, aswell as on the window infront of the desk. Seeing one of the undead gnawing at the glass to get in, he switched aim to the doorway, seeing two more infected.
Along with that, two more stumbed down the stairs, nearly tripping over some boxes. Louis leaned against the back wall, switching his aim from the three sides, but thinking of which he should fire upon first. After taking two shots at the infected coming through the doorway, he varied aim to the stairs, taking another two shots. Cleaning the infected on the stairs, the window broke open, and the infected cawled through, letting a draft of cold air into the building. Louis ran for the stairs, speeding up and pushing crates of who knows what to the bottem of the steps. The pileup was enogh to block the staircase, the infected couldnt get through.
Louis took some more shots off, but then found his gun was empty before he could take out the last three. Pushing a dresser to the top of the stairs, pushed it down to create a barricade. From there, Louis reloaded his .45 and ran to the window, peering out onto the clearing. He saw another figure running from the woods, another survivor, but they were too far away to get their attention.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 22, 2010 2:36:50 GMT -5
Chrysil treaded up the rocky slope, panting, Phoenix held onto her back for dear life, "You're gonna have to get off now buddy," she said to the Persian cat who groaned in response and hopped off of her back, a substantial amount of weight being lifted from Chrys' shoulders; she breathed a heartily sigh and looked to Phoenix, smiling. The cat looked grouchy in response and turned its attention to the slope ahead of them.
They reached the top; Chrys still half on the slope and leaning on one leg, satisfied. She was out of the tree line now...
Chrys had lost Kaz in the Arklay forest, a couple of days ago now. Their off road transport had broken down and they were separated by sprinting carriers, Chrys just escaped with her life... Kaz, she wasn't so sure of. She'd spent a straight 24 hours searching for him, risking to call out his name, but he was no where to be found. Chrys gave up, she'd covered so much ground with no luck and had to assume the worst before she died of exhaustion. Thus the scoop was filed away incomplete. Melissa found her, but Chrys asked for her to return to the Arklay Renegades. Chrys' reassured her she'd see her some time soon.
A gunshot reported from the dingy looking shop ahead, squinting Chrys saw a carrier smash through a window from the outside and claw its way in, "Great, first place that looks like it might have food and it's overrun," she looked to Pheonix, "Better help out whoever's inside then ey Phoen?" the cat simply sat there flacidly and looked up at the shack, let out a casual meow. Chrys nodded and took off from the sloap, approaching the shop from behind where there weren't any carriers.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 23, 2010 4:39:05 GMT -5
The window on the top floor looked large enough for him to fit though, but Louis that the drop would be another issue. Seeing the survivor more clearly now, a female, he booted through the thick glass to break it open. Seeing the female raise a gun up toward the window, Louis peered down, motioning not to shoot, and then climbed out onto the edge. Handing on with both of his arms, the bandage around his left hand scraped the corner of the roof, feeling a sharp pain in his old wound.
As painful as it was, Louis held on, brushing it aside and feeling more confident knowing he had worse to deal with in the past. But a crash from inside the room filled the open air, the group of infected mustve broken though and were now making their was upstairs. Looking down to see the woman keeping her guard up, and a close eye one the surroundings, Louis was thrown off the edge when he felt an arm grab his fingers. In a good seven foot drop, he fell to the ground, rolling over onto his side but getting back to his feet within seconds.
It may have been reckless of him, but so was walking the Arklay Forest alone, especially when the sun was going down and darkness was soon blanketing the trees. Grabbing his .45 that fell onto the ground, Louis looked at the woman, and apparently her feline friend. "B**tards cornered me while I was inside, guess I shouldnt have let my guard down..." Looking at the females face, Louis couldnt help but pull off a grin. "...Louis Johnson, whats a girl like yourself doing all they way up in these mountains?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 23, 2010 11:51:29 GMT -5
Chrys ducked under a small tarp canopy as glass showered all around her, resisting the urge to shriek and holding a hand over Phoenix's head. She stepped out from underneath and looked up as a man managed his way out of the broken window; slightly disturbed, obviously from the carriers. Again Chrys had to resist the urge to cry as infected hands reached out to grab a hold of the man who, somewhat instinctly, responded by letting go of the window and dropping to the ground below. Chrys had to take a step back from the collision.
Phoenix was starting to get into a row, alert on Chrys' shoulder as the man stood up and dusted himself off and looked up to the Journalist/Cat combination...
"B**tards cornered me while I was inside, guess I shouldnt have let my guard down... Louis Johnson, whats a girl like yourself doing all they way up in these mountains?"
Chrys nodded stupidly, she never spoke straight around sudden strangers, "Curiousity. Journalist bug. Leads, cases...ah" she made an uncomfortable smile, "It's a long story... one I'm yet to publish," she half joked and scratched the back of her head.
Immediately after the end of the sentence a half dead body dropped on the ground in front of them. This time Chrys shrieked. Phoenix jumped off of her shoulder and bolted for the tree line. Chrys pivoted and brought her right foot down hard, "Phoenix!" she hissed at the cat. It was okay when he ran off in the city, but in the mountains was a different case.
Another thud meant another carrier had fallen from the open window, the first was probably clambering up already. Chrysil wavered a bit on one foot from the nearmiss and started around the shack, "Name's Chrys. Finish conversation in safety!" was the least amount of words to put together to get a point across; the less there were the faster they'd get their act together.
You wouldn't call it a car park but more of a naturestrip for vehicles to stop when people came to shop. Now out in front of the fishing store Chrys was going over which car was the better choice, choice as to which could contain keys; it didn't matter what you used as a getaway vehicle.
"Landrover, driver is too considerate of own items," the keys were probably on one of the carriers back in the shop.
"Lousy worthless Hatchback, likely wouldn't start from the cold," keys could be in there, but letting her warm up would take too long.
"Family Sedan, central locking, wife and kids stayed in the car while dad went in to grab bait. Keys remain in the ignition," Chrys made her choice.
She checked the windows to make sure inhabitants were no longer habitant and took her jacket off, wrapping it around one arm, she used it to smash through the back passenger seat window and unlock the drivers door; opening it, "Got transport Louis!" she shouted while turning around to him, noting several more infected personnel marching through the tree line.
No time to waste. Chrys hopped in, thumbed the immobilizer and fired the car up.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 24, 2010 21:32:31 GMT -5
"Alright, lets move!" As Louis began to run toward the eastern treeline away from the shop, he stopped and turned around, seeing the woman run for the small parking lot. It would be much faster to go on foot, hes done it many times before, but this time he ran for the passenger door of the car. Getting to the side, he pulled the handle, but realised it was locked. Quickly knocking on the window, Louis threw his aim toward an infected making his way toward the car. He waited for the walker to get deadly close before putting the gun to its head and pulling the trigger. Pulling open the door, he jumped inside, and felt the vehicle reverse out of the lot, whipping around and contenueing along the poorly paved road.
As the infected left his sight, Louis holstered his gun onto the inside of his leather jacket, snapping it in place with the outer jacket he had found at the shop. Breathing a bit heavier then normal, he felt the warmth of the car start to ease his tension. Rubbing his hands together, he flexed the wound on his left hand, assuring it wouldnt bother him his he had to apply pressure to his again. Noticing that the girl, Chrys, saw it from the corner of her eye as she concentrated on the snow covered road, Louis spoke out to make sure she was comfourtable. "Its not a bite, just had a little accident. No need to worry..."
Looking at the road, it looked slightly unfamillier with the snow blocking some landmarks he used to guide the way to Joeys cabin. But he didnt normally travil on them to begin with, so it would be a different expirience. Whatever the case, Chrys was the driver, and she seemed to know where she was going. Nobody else would be out here unless they had a reason, which made the two of them alike. "So your a jouranlist, huh? Must have a good reason to be in these parts, then. Im searching for a girl, early twentys. I think I know where she might be, theres a house in the woods, we can keep going east..."
It wasnt much like Louis to make friends, it was never his thing to do such a thing. He kept his business to himself, and kept himself out of everyone elses business. On some occasions, he liked to keep his business out of other peoples business, and his business normally involved keeping tabs on certain people. But this time, his business was making sure Joey didnt have to worry about his daughter being out here all alone. "...Unless you have other plans, then, would you mind dropping me off close to the path...?"
[Louis & Chrys are now on the Dirt Path]
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Post by Caliber on Jul 5, 2011 6:46:10 GMT -5
[Celine Wake is now at the Fish & Game Store] [/color]
Cel drove her APC into the dirt parking lot in front of the game store; coming to a halt roughly a dozen feet away from the front doors. With the flick of a switch, she lowered the ramp door in the back of the APC to the ground outside, creating a ramp. She stood from her seat and walked out into the dusty dirt parking lot. The sun was setting, and dusk was near. The amount of sunlight slowly decreased by the minute.
Cel was here in hopes of finding a few hunting rifles or revolvers, maybe something classy or rare. It was likely that a store in such a secluded place as this, up in the mountains, would be un-raided.
She made her way toward the front doors of the building. They were fairly ordinary-- wooden with central glass paneling, perfectly intact. The exterior windows all remained unshattered, as well. Cel retrieved her Ruger from her ankle holster before pushing open one of the front doors and heading inside. The room was dark, despite the small amount of light penetrating the thick layer of dust on the interior of the shop windows. Cel felt along the wall next to do the door, looking for light switches. Sure enough, she found them. Flicking all three switches to "on", the room lit up perfectly.
She hadn't expected that to work, the building must be receiving a power supply from somewhere-- maybe a backup generator? Whatever the reason, it was nice to have light. She gazed around the store. Shelves lined nearly every wall and every aisle was filled with various goods. Behind the front counter, there were several gun racks. A few still had rifles mounted on them. In the display case under the counter closest to the cash register, several pistols and types of ammunition were on display.
Cel climbed over the counter and began rummaging through the grabage that littered the shelves under it, looking for a key to the display case. She didn't try very hard, as she wasn't too worried about the noise that shattering the glass would make. With a swith kick, Cel bashed in the glass of the display case, then reached in to collect the goods.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 6, 2011 3:28:07 GMT -5
Quicksilver had heard the roar of the APC for some time. His ears would have picked it up for miles, but the fact that he was less than one allowed him not only to follow the sound right to where it stopped, but to clear the distance in little to no time. Jumping from tree to tree, using the branches like an express travel system, he came across the sporting goods shop and saw the vehicle outside. The ramp was down, and taking a look inside, he could see the racks that lined the walls. Racks filled with guns. Someone certainly had a collection on hand.
Abandoning the vehicle, he suddenly became more interested in the owner. Just as he heard glass shatter, he faded from sight and made his way to the door. Peering inside, he saw a woman going through the display cases inside. Scavenger. Adding to her supply, it looked like. She wasn’t much of a danger, at least not right now. Who knew if she was hostile or not. Well, only one way to find out.
He opened the door and cloaked at the same time, letting it open slowly as if it had come unlatched on its own and walked inside, perfectly silent. Making a wide berth around her and to a bare section of wall, he put his back against it and his hands adhered to the wall. Hoisting himself up a few inches, his feet did the same thing and he slowly made his way up the wall. Stopping at the ceiling, conforming to the bend at the wall and roof, he watched.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 6, 2011 3:57:40 GMT -5
Cel examined the contents of the display case. Opening a large duffel bag, she stowed away a Colt "Ace" .22 pistol and a Smith and Wesson Model 29, amongst others small firearms. After cleaning out the display, Cel hoisted the bag up to the counter before turning to the rifles on the wall behind her. She gathered a Remington Model 700 and a Pump-Action Remington 870 and crammed them into her bag. This was all she could carry for the moment, and she'd have to come back to grab more after unloading.
Cel slung the bag over her shoulder and trotted past the register, whipping around to the other side of the counter. Something caught her eye in the corner of the room, next to the entrance. It was a Lever-Action Winchester 1886, mounted on display behind glass on the wall. Cel approached the wall display case; the glass was covered with nearly a half inch of dust. Cel was determined to retrieve this piece of art. Using her elbow, Cel shattered the glass with a swift jab. She shrouded her eyes with her hand as dust flew into the air. Reaching an arm in the display case, she retrieved the rifle and stepped back. Opening her eyes, she gazed up at the dust that filled the air.
The small particles seemed to conform to a particular shape in the corner between the adjoining walls and the ceiling. The figure was clearly visible, and seemed to be humanoid. Startled, Cel dropped the duffel bag and lever-action, then whipped out her Ruger from her back pocket, where she had stored it while gathering the goods, having not bothered to return it to her ankle holster.
"The hell?!" she cursed in her thick Australian accent, as she pointed the pistol at the figure.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 6, 2011 6:47:31 GMT -5
As soon as he watched the dust fly and start floating toward him, Quicksilver was a bit worried. He thought of moving, but she was too close. She would hear him this time. And just as he was thinking further, the dust outlined him and she pulled out her gun. Oh boy…
Making himself visible again, he tensed his leg muscles and detached his hands from the wall, staying in his place as he held his hands out and waved them in front of himself, motioning for her to stop. The hood of his jacket was hanging low, she couldn’t see his face in the shadows. Motioning that he was going to come down, he slowly started to slide down the wall as he lifted his feet half way from the wall. The half still attached not enough to hold his weight.
Hitting the ground, he stayed crouched down as if in fear. Really, he was getting ready to jump over her and out the door if she fired a shot. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wasn’t going to stick around if she started shooting.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 6, 2011 7:57:30 GMT -5
Cel thought for a moment after the creature waved its hands toward her, in an almost friendly manner. It began climbing down the wall, exposing its tail. The creature had an unusual grip on the wall, it was rather amazing how it managed to hang on. When the creature detatched itself from the wall, it hit the ground with a thud and remained in a very defensive, crouched position-- it clearly wasn't about to attack. Now that it was on ground level, and it was clear that the creature's maximum height couldn't be more than five feet, Cel was much less intimidated. She lowered her weapon and gazed upon what sat before her, unsure of what to make of it. Never before had she seen something so unreal.
"I..." she began, pausing. "I don't-- what are you? Can you... do you speak?"
A few feet behind Cel, behind the shelves of an aisle and out of sight, a lone infected man wearing a store uniform lifted himself off of the ground, slowly rising to his feet without any sound that was audible by a human.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 6, 2011 8:28:33 GMT -5
Quicksilver could only shake his head in a ‘no’ gesture when Cel asked if he could speak. What else could he do? He needed a pad of paper is what he needed. He missed the voice box thing he’d had some time ago. With the little keypad that spoke out what he typed into it. That thing had made life so much easier.
His pointed ear twitched slightly as he heard the slight groan of the floor as weight was pushed into it, the soft thumps as feet were planted to the ground. Creaking of undead joints as it started to move. And only a few feet away from her, it’d be a matter of seconds before he was on her, and he had the perfect chance for a free meal, her attention focused on him.
Quicksilver pointed behind her, but it probably looked more like he was pointing at her. He soon realized that she wasn’t going to catch on in time and had to take steps. Leaping into the air as he had been preparing to do a moment ago, this time with a different trajectory. All the time in the world, he had it as he hung in the air, his force carrying him easily to the zombie. The two collided, Quicksilver’s feet up and planted into the zombie’s chest, taking it to the ground. Quicksilver hopped a few inches into the air, his feet landing on either side of the zombie’s torso as he reached down and grabbed it by either side of the head. Lifting it up, he turned his shoulders to the right before snapping them to the left, a like snap being heard from the zombie. It went limp, and he stood back up to look at Cel. In the speed it had happened, she would have had time to turn around in time to watch him wind up for the neck break.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 7, 2011 2:04:46 GMT -5
Cel watched as the scene played out, watched as the creature saved her life, snapping the infected's neck.
"Okay, so, you're obviously on my si-" Cel began, interrupted by two more infected walking in the front door.
The two infected men stumbled for Cel incredibly quickly. She managed to draw two of her knives from her wrist bracer just as the first infected lunged for her. Swinging her leg upward, she slammed her heel into the knees of the first infected, knocking it clean off of is feet. It fell foward, smashing into the front counter. Cel stepped over the first infected and charged at the second, plunging her right hand knife into the its neck, the left hand knife through its eye. Cel retracted both arms, ripping the knives from the flesh of the zombie. It fell to the floor, dead.
Cel turned back around to prepare to plunge her blades into the first zombie, who was lying on the floor, but slipped on the blood of the one she'd just killed as she stepped back. Cel fall backward, falling to the floor, next to the remaining living infected. Both knives flew out of her hands. She looked up to see a third infected walk through the front door as she grabbed her Ruger, aiming it at the infected that was now attempting to take a bite out of her leg.
She fired two .22 slugs into the forehead of the zombie grasping at her ankle, killing it. She knew firing her gun was a mistake, these stray infected were coming from somewhere, and there was bound to be more of them. It was unsual to see more than a single infected out in a remote area like this, but it seems there was an unusual source nearby.
The third infected that had recently walked in the door drew closer, about to lunge for Cel, who was lying on the floor, nearly defenseless.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 7, 2011 9:47:50 GMT -5
Quicksilver eyed the infected coming behind Cel, the others having been to close to her to do much in the way of helping, and sprung into action. Pulling a kunai from the sheath at his back, he wound his arm back and shot it forward. The blade flew in a straight line and buried itself into the zombie’s throat, the wide blade opening the wound wide and burying into the bones on either side of its neck, the tip slicing into the spinal cord. It fell limp, and Quicksilver began stalking toward the door.
Bent low, his left hand almost dragging the floor as his right touched the ring of another blade at his back, he grabbed the handle of the one in the recently deceased zombie and yanked it free, a spurt of blood staining the air for a split second before gravity cut it off.
He could hear more coming, in varying degrees of proximity. They seemed to be wandering the woods for no reason, the gunshots drawing them all to this direction. Slinking back inside, he felt the ends of his claws touch something soft and warm. Grabbing onto Cel’s arm and helping her to her feet, he motioned toward her vehicle and as best he could, tried to motion that they should leave. But there was so much she hadn’t pillaged yet, he had a feeling that she would rather stay and fight off the group. The prize was great.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 8, 2011 2:47:58 GMT -5
Cel leapt to her feet after the creature took out the infected that was pursuing her.
"Ohoho, no," she said aloud, to nobody in particular. "You bastards aren't gonna keep me away from this prize," she said, picking her bag of guns off of the floor.
She ran out the door, out into the dirt parking lot, and over to the APC. She took a step inside, then chucked the bag onto one of the passenger seats. After raising the ramp door a few inches off the ground, not bothering to close it all the way, Cel started up the APC. She yanked on the wheel, jerking the entire vehicle backward, in the direction of the front doors of the store. The vehicle hopped the curb and slammed into the front doors, knocking them in and shattering the windows. With the back of the APC now parked a few feet inside of the store, Cel lowered the ramp again and ran back inside, getting ready to gather more goods.
"Alright," she began, speaking to the creature. "Wanna gi'mme a hand here? Just... toss anything shiny into the back."
Cel vaulted over the front counter in a very parkour-esque manner and gripped every rifle on the wall in her hands. She leapt back over the counter and walked into the APC, setting the goods on the seats opposite to where she'd sat the bag. On her way out, Cel emptied the previously full duffel bag and ran back into the store. She bashed in the front of the glass display case this time, sweeping everything into the bag with her arm.
There was a small space between the area where the APC had knocked in the wall, and the remaining piece of door frame-- just enough for a single zombie to slip in at a time. An infected man squeezed through the space and stumbled into the store.
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