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Post by Reaper on Nov 19, 2008 22:52:38 GMT -5
It consist of a large park with several trails leading threw it, one in which leads directly into the Forest. A medium size building set close to the road with two separate parking lots on each size. A large fenced in pool to the west of the facility, a foot ball field to the east, and two softball fields to the north of the facility.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 30, 2012 2:45:03 GMT -5
[Crowley and Roger have entered the Recreation Center]
Finally getting to the second rendevous spot, Crowley had immediately noticed the lack of vehicles in the lot of the center. It was completely deserted, the way it was left behind a week ago. She'd felt her stomach begin to cramp up from the anxiety when they'd loomed in closer to the doors. She was visibly nervous.
Approaching the doors, they'd found chains securing the handles with a combination lock holding it together. Above it was a big, sloppy, sign that read: DANGER WALKERS INSIDE.
"Woah, you sure this is the place?" Roger asked pointing at the sign.
Crowley reached at the sign and ripped it down before grabbing the combination lock and turning the dial a couple of times. In less than no time, it clicked open. She began to unravel the chains and sighed. "It's the place," she said, sadly.
Dropping the chains down onto the cement, she'd pulled open the doors to the center and wandered in.
"Russo...? Li....? she tried calling, looking around. Her voice only echoed back at her. She'd cleared her throat a little and tried again, walking further in.
"Russo! Li!"
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Post by Ion on Oct 30, 2012 3:00:12 GMT -5
"Looks like you're the only one here," Roger said following after her. The registration hall was completely spotless. There were two rows of chairs lining the walls, brightly colored wallpaper and white carpet lining the floor. The desk itself was in one piece in the center of the room. There were two sets of doors on either side of it, with glass walls around them to expose different activity rooms.
"Yeah..." she muttered, lowering her head.
Roger walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "It's alright Allison," he told her before adding, "Come on, lets go get your gear."
Allison nodded and lifted her head up again, looking sternly at the door ahead. "Right," she responded, moving over to the door. "This way, it's in the locker room by the pool side."
As Roger followed after her, he asked, "So why'd you pick this place to store your stuff?"
"I didn't pick it, Russo did. She'd dropped all of our things here and Li dropped more gear in Raccoon City. They were rendevous points. One in a completely infested city, a place no one would really want to go. The other nearby our mission objective, where it's completely safe," she explained.
"Well not completely," Roger voiced gazing up at the banners hanging around the room.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 30, 2012 3:06:14 GMT -5
"Safe enough," she corrected herself as she'd looked through the large windows leading to Basketball and Tennis Courts. Finally, there'd been a bigger room with a massive pool. She'd pushed through the door and walked further in.
There'd been three different diving boards and bleachers all around. Towels and pool toys were strewn about. Across the room had been the locker rooms, within their sight. She'd sighed and made her way around, trying to keep her mind focused on their current objective. All she could think of, however, were her mercs. If they weren't here, then maybe they were in Raccoon?
'Don't be foolish....they're probably dead. But...it wouldn't hurt to check, would it? It would. Raccoon City is dangerous and overpopulated with infected and BOWs. They're worth the effort....Roger's with you, you'd be putting him in danger.'
The mercenary leaned her head to the side, stretching it out a little while she mulled over what to do next. The Raccoon rendevous was on the opposite side of the airport anyway. She was already counting on her companion to aid her to the damn airport. She didn't want to get him killed.
"There's alot of equipment stuffed away in those lockers. Feel free to take whatever you need," she said, trying to strike up a conversation to quiet her thoughts.
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Post by Ion on Nov 2, 2012 3:34:04 GMT -5
"I think I'll be fine. These motorcycle leathers can take one hell of a beating and I'm not really a gun guy..." Roger said following after her and looking himself over. "I mean, I have one, but I'm not really all that good with it. I mean, ammo's hard to come by and I usually just trade it for stuff for my bike..." he ranted.
Allison glanced over at him and smiled a little. "I've noticed you're not a firearm guy," she commented, opening the locker room door. "I'd be a little more concerned about that but I've seen you in action with your shield and baton and I'm confident you'll do fine."
"Thanks, I'd say I get my moneys worth," Roger said looking over his riot shield. "Should probably see if I can get a new one though, these bullet impressions don't do much for my confidence."
"Well, if you want, we could stop somewhere to get a new one...I honestly doubt anyone would touch them in any of the stations," she replied, stopping infront of a locker.
"Man I hate going into police stations," Roger moaned while picking at an indented bullet. "It's no rush, these things are sturdy as hell, just sayin'."
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 2, 2012 3:47:33 GMT -5
Crowley unlocked one of the lockers and pulled it open, exposing two assault rifles, stacks of magazines and a couple of compact cases. She'd reached in, grabbing ahold of a few magazines and packing them into her pouches on her belt. She'd grabbed a small case and opened it up, exposing a dispenser inside.
"Here you go, don't lose these," she said, handing a case to Roger.
"What are they?" Roger asked, pocketing the case. She grabbed at another and clipped it to her hip and then grabbed the remaining three cases, placing them in a bag that hung inside the door.
"They're herbal pills. You know about the rare medicinal herbs grown in Arklay and Raccoon, yes? Well, these pills are packed with them. They're expensive and only issued out to the Military, Tricell and the B.S.A.A," she explained, slinging one of the rifles over her shoulder and shutting the locker. She'd move on to the next one, unlocking it's combination lock.
"Huh, so what, do they take care of aches and pains? Like Ibuprofen?" he asked following her.
"Better, they have healing properties like the first aid sprays Umbrella used to sell back in the 90's. If you get seriously injured, they'll relieve your pain and even scab up your open wounds. If you get poisoned, they'll cure it. You get burned, it soothes the aching," she said, opening the locker to expose three handguns and a couple boxes of .357 magazines.
"Scarring still occurs when you've got opened wounds, of course, but it's better than bleeding out. Also, if you're not used to them, there's a chance you could get a little high off of them, but the chances of that are slim," she finished, packing a few clips in her back pouch and dropped three into her bag. She'd went on to unholster the S.Deckard from her back waist and slipped a clip into it.
"It's good to see you again..." she said, looking down at the .357.
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Post by Ion on Nov 2, 2012 4:09:41 GMT -5
"Good to see who?" Roger asked, a little puzzled. Allison looked over at him and then back down at her weapon. She smiled and spun it around her fingers and palm. "The S. Deckard. It's a Kimber Warrior converted to fit .357 rounds. It's my favorite weapon," she told him.
"Is there a particular reason?" Roger asked taking his riot shield off and leaning against a nearby locker.
"It's convenient and reliable. Most of all, it reminds me of my time in Raccoon City and of my Supervisor, Samuel Deckard, hence the name. I already told you about him," she mentioned, moving onto the next locker.
"Right, I remember. Ya know you're carrying a lot of gear there, need any help?" Roger said walking up to her.
Allison shook her head and opened up the next locker, revealing boxes with the letters "MRES" written in black sharpie on them.
"I'm fine for the most part, that's what the bag's for. Thank you, though," she said, gratefully before gesturing to the boxes. "There's a lot of homemade MREs here, we can take a couple with us, after that, there's not much else. I'm leaving behind alot of gear though, it's only me now."
"Think you'll come back 'round here?" Roger asked grabbing a box of MREs.
The woman grunted a little, lifting another box and setting it on the bench outside. She'd shut the locker door closed and started reaching for something to tear through the tape. "Probably not. I'll just leave the extra supplies here for whatever survivor might come through. Might save a life, who knows," she told him.
"Well that's awfully generous of you considering with the sheer amount of supplies you got here you could outfit a small caravan," Roger said carrying the box out past her. "Also you uh, got a knife strapped to your uh, backside," Roger added quickly.
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 2, 2012 4:18:30 GMT -5
"Oh...right...forgot about that," she said, reaching to her backside and unsheathing the combat knife she'd taken from the Raider. She'd cut into the tape and ripped through it, pulling the flaps of the box open. Inside were nice sized, seran wrapped, packs of food. Each of them had various non-perishable items in them, every one of them had a flavor of ramen as well.
"Russo..." she muttered, chuckling at the packs that she'd made for herself. They had her name written all over it with an angry face. Glancing over at Roger, she'd handed him the knife, grip first.
"Here you go."
"Thanks," he said taking it and cutting into his own box.
After shuffling through the packages, she'd chosen a couple and got Roger to choose some of his own, packing them away in her bag. She'd slung the bag over her shoulder and looked up at Roger for a second.
"Alright, that should do it, let's get to the break room and have dinner."
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Post by Ion on Nov 2, 2012 4:48:27 GMT -5
Roger and Allison sat together around a circular fold out table in a teal break room within the recreation center. Thanks to the MREs her mercs had been packing, they were able to get a variety of food per pack that were just soups and noodles. Roger was able to get a pack of instant, microwavable, potatoes and Allison had a travel sized bowl of maple oatmeal.
"So, Roger, what were you doing before you rescued me?" she suddenly asked, eating a spoonful of oatmeal.
"Oh you know, just going for a drive," Roger answered as he waited for his potatoes to cool off.
"I mean, what have you been doing since the outbreak started?" she asked, chuckling.
"Same thing really," Roger answered, trying out his taters.
"Okay..well..." she trailed off, obviously trying to think of something else to say. "Must be tough finding gas for the bike, do you have arranged trades with some of the trading caravans?"
"Well I have a siphon I use to get gas out of old cars. Usually I have enough spare junk to just barter for it though. No special arrangements though, just deal by deal."
Allison began to poke at her dinner a little before sighing. "I have to be honest, I have no idea what to say here. I'm a little nervous," she told him.
"S'alright, small talk's not everyone's strong suit," Roger told her smiling. "But if you want to know more about me, lesse, I played football in highschool, tight end, uh, I'm a mechanic, I wanted to be a fireman, but I didn't have the medical experience so in college I studied to become an automotive engineer..." Roger started.
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 2, 2012 5:07:13 GMT -5
Allison listened to Roger go on about his schooling days and wanting to be a Fireman. She smiled a little and looked down at her oatmeal, taking another bite of it and then a swig of water from her bottle.
"A mechanic, huh? That's pretty handy, I'm suprised you haven't stuck with a group, you'd be plenty helpful," she told him, capping the bottle again.
"Yeah well, I'm not really a group person. I dunno, I mean every time I'd try to settle somewhere I'd just end up leaving. Just, ya know, didn't fit in," Roger told her, trying to explain himself terribly.
The merc looked at him again and softened her eyes a little. She knew the feeling well. She's never really settled anywhere either, even before the outbreak. People had come and go from her life and the ones that stayed, usually ended up leaving too at some point.
"I understand," she told Roger, trying to comfort him a little. "I'm not a people person, as you can tell. I lead my mercenaries and occasionally other mercs through fear and respect. I'm not very approachable," she told him before gesturing to her face. "The scarring doesn't help either."
"They don't look that bad," he said commenting on her scars.
"I mean, everyone's got scars these days, and those aren't that bad, I mean, I dunno what I mean, uh..."
She laughed a little and shook her head. "That's kind of you to say, but I know how bad they are. They make people cringe when they see me," she told him, without any real concern.
"Anyway, I think now that I'm without my mercs, I'm going to stay solo for awhile. I don't think any caravan would want the likes of me nearby."
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Post by Ion on Nov 2, 2012 5:23:24 GMT -5
"Well that's not true, you've got a pretty handy skillset. I'm sure any group would be happy to have you," Roger told her, trying to give her a compliment.
"I guess anything's possible," she replied.
"Yeah, yeah..." Roger trailed off. "So uh, what are we gonna do once we get to your mom in Vegas?"
"I haven't planned that far ahead, actually...I guess...bring her back with me and move on," she said, taking a bite out of a granola bar she had. "I don't know where to go. I don't have anywhere to go...I don't really want to bring her out into this but if I leave her there, she'll be killed."
"You could always go north, hear the virus can't survive in the cold."
"The infected can't survive but there's a number of BOWs that can. Nowhere is safe anymore besides Jacksonville, parts of Africa, Japan and Hawaii. Those places aren't exactly welcoming....I think I'll just end up dropping her at a checkpoint maybe...that's all I can really do to protect her."
Roger mulled it over for a bit before saying, "You could alway just find a good vehicle and bring her with you. I'm sure your mother would love to stay with you. There's no reason not to let her, right?"
"She'll die if she stays with me. Tricell's probably marked me rogue by now and considering I know 'too much' about what they're upto and what they have, they'll be sending someone to get me soon. I give it a week before they do that. In the meantime I'm going to take her somewhere safe with lots of people," she explained.
Roger thought things over while eating his mashed potatoes before coming up with what he thought was a good idea. "Well, you could always dye your hair and change your name. Not like they've got security cameras all over the place right? And a moving vehicle out there is a hard thing to keep track of."
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 2, 2012 5:38:46 GMT -5
Crowley grunted and got up from her seat, throwing the wrappers and plastic bowl away in a nearby garbage bin. That was a pretty good idea, actually. She could assume another identity, change her hair color and make people believe she's a cop or some sort of Military personnel.
"That'd be a pretty good idea, actually. I'll get to that when we get to Vegas. I don't really want to risk our necks in the city trying to find some hair dye," she told him.
"You know..." she trailed off a bit. Turning around to see Roger, she'd smiled again. "I feel...like a massive weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel like...like Allison again," she told him. It was liberating, being cleared of her responsibilities and leadership role.
Roger smiled up at her before getting up. "Well it's good to see you're feeling alright, and it's nice to hear that one of my ideas is a good one. Usually people are all, 'Roger, you can't just push a hole through a horde like a bulldozer,' or 'That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.'"
Allison laughed a little and shook her head. "Well, those people are idiots, so far most of your ideas have kept me and you alive. So you're doing something right," she assured him, patting him on the shoulder.
"Thanks, that means a lot."
The mercenary grabbed at her things and hauled them over her shoulder. "We should probably get moving then before nightfall...and get plenty of sleep. We'll be heading through Raccoon City soon and it's going to be one helluva travel."
When the two had left the building, they'd gotten onto Roger's bike, preparing to take off. Before they did, however, the woman noticed something interesting about her helmet.
"Huh, would you look at that....Merlin saved my life," she said, showing the helmet to Roger. Merlin's face had a bullet digging into it.
Roger visibly woahed, before telling her, "That is, that is, uh, I dunno, I'm speechless."
"I think Merlin's got himself a new folllower," she replied, pulling the helmet on.
[Roger and Crowley have left the Circle Recreation Center]
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