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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Jun 24, 2009 16:50:43 GMT -5
The sound of small, faint gunshots hit the air in the distance. He wasnt exactly sure how far they had came from deeper inside the forest, but they were very weak, and probably wouldnt have been able to hear them from inside the hotel earlier. But now that he had the chance to hear another two rounds not long afterwards, they were coming from Joeys house, and he was sure of it. Louis became curious as to what was going on, its not like infected could fire weapons, so that must meant that Joey had them going off. But the inconsistant pattern didnt make any sense, could their be two of them?
Louis quickly made his way inside the hotel, and then walked to the room where Thorton and Andreya were in. Upon reaching the hallway outside the open doorway, he could hear Thorton explaining that they should wait til Andreya could be moved before heading for the airport, and then Andreya speak out with pain in her voice. Would that give him enough time to go himself? "Thorton... I want you guys to go on without me. You two head to the airport, ill meet you there before nightfall... Sorry..." Louis nodded, and then ran out of the hotel, and back outside. Looking at the path behind the place, he bolted off in that direction, with his .45 now drawn.
[Louis now in the Arklay Forest, Joeys home]
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Post by Mikey on Jun 30, 2009 7:18:15 GMT -5
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Thorton said, gripping her tighter but making sure he didnt hurt her anymore. "Nothing is as bad as before I met you." He said, remembering the sorrow he lived with every day. When he had met her, taken her in as his own, it was the second chance he had always wanted. The second chance to raise a child, to be a real father.
"Your the most important person in the world to me. As long as your here with me, I dont care about anything else. Nothing but keeping you safe." He said, rubbing her shoulder with his hand as he hugged her, trying to comfort her.
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Post by Reaper on Jun 30, 2009 23:23:24 GMT -5
Andreya held onto Thorton tightly as she continued to cry. Her face buried into his chest as her tears streamed down her cheek. Her hands gripping his shirt tightly as in refusal to let go, as if she refused to accept the world she was in. Even as he told her that she had nothing to worry about it didn't help. She felt useless and more so a pest than anything else. Here she had come out of no where so many years ago. He had taken in to protecting her, and even after that he had taken her . . . a stranger . . . in to live with him. He had become a second . . . no a real father to her, and all she could do now was think about how much she imposed on his life. The medical bills, the schooling, the cloths, the food and more. He took it all in without saying one word or ever complaining.
Your the most important person in the world to me. The words echoed threw her mind, forcing her to stop crying as she laid in his arms. Her eyes wide as she laid there almost as if staring into space, almost as if her mind wasn't able to comprehend what he had just said. An yet she knew the words . . . she knew how he felt . . . the things he had done for her . . . and the sacrifices he had made for her. An still he called her the most important person. Andreya laid there sniffing as her grip loosened from his shirt. She knew he cared for her just as she cared for him. Yet never before had she heard him or anyone say those words. With a shaky hand she wiped the tears from her face as she looked up at Thorton. Shock practically written all over her face. She smiled weakly, before wrapping her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "T- thank you," she spoke in a whisper.
Finally parting from him as she sat back on the bed. Shifting slightly to take the pain away, or as much as she could. She wiped the tear from her face once more as she looked up to him. 'Th- thank you," she said again as she looked around the room. Louis was gone, probably left a bit ago. She remembered hearing something about him leaving, but never once did it really occur to her. She smiled weakly at Thorton, her fever seeming to have broken, but a fever still there. The swelling in her throat and face from the spider seemed to have gone down a great bit, but again the redness was still there. "I w- want to go home," she said with a small smile though it was evident that she still wasn't feeling to well.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 1, 2009 7:42:57 GMT -5
"You and me both. Dont worry. As soon as you can, we're leaving. We'll catch a ride home and we're never leaving the house again. Get used to playing card games with your old man." He said, remembering the beginning when they would play cards for lack of anything else to do. It had lasted about a week until Thorton had made arrangments, but she had never seemed to mind.
For now, it all rested on her ability to travel. Now that it was just them, they needed to stay mobile but able to fight off the threats that would no doubt come their way. It would be difficult, but Thorton was pretty sure he could manage. What they needed was a vehicle. It would make things so much easier, and faster. But, the prick who had run the show around here didnt seem like the kind of person to keep a working car around. If that wasnt an option, the only one was to wait for her to be slightly self sufficient.
That meant rest and something to eat. He couldnt take no for an answer.
"You need to eat something." He said softly, telling her what to do in a tone that was obviously more out of concern than telling her what to do. "The sooner the better. You need the energy." He said, remembering all there was to choose from between what Louis had brought and what he had with his things.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 1, 2009 22:52:37 GMT -5
Andreya smiled as she nodded slightly toward Thorton's command . . . well amost command. Though she wasn't planning on objecting to it. She was actually hungry. For the first time in a long time she was hungry. She grinned at Thorton, before slidding off the bed. She tested her leg slightly flinching as she put weight on it. Though the pain seemed to be more barable than it was before. Limping even more than her normal limp she was able to walk relativly fine. Reaching the table she shuffled threw the boxes that where sitting on it. "Nothing solid," she said lightly as she looked back to him. "My throat is still hurting, and I can even feel that it's still swollen . . . hehe . . . it feels funny to talk to. . ." she said as she poked at her cheek. "It feels poofy," she laughed slightly before pulling out several cans of soup. Though she really was more so planning to drink them more than anything else.
It brought back the memory of when they were first trying to leave this place. They were stuck at the hospital for a while, and then at a refugee camp until they were granted permission to leave. Though the food wasn't quite delectable she had growing found of just drinking chicken noodle soup out of the can, and even tomato soup. The thickness actually made filling up a bit quicker, and they didn't waist more food. She sat down at the table before pulling up her backpack. She fumbled around inside of it before pulling out a multi use tool that Thorton had given her a while back. "Never go anywhere without it," she said with a laugh as she held it up. After working a bit with her left hand and struggling even more with her right she managed to open two cans. Sniffing the chicken soup a bit she started sipping on it, feeling the sting as it touched her throat, but she pushed it aside. She held the second can up to Thorton. "Want?" she asked lightly.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 8, 2009 8:25:07 GMT -5
Thorton smiled when Andreya offered him the soup, standing up and making his way to the table. He took a seat opposite her and took the can from her hand, raising it to his lips and taking a drink of the thick broth. "Thank you." He said, studying her across the table. She did look better than she had been the last couple of hours, and her spirits were up. That was always a good sign. Usually, if she was happy, she was fine. He hoped that meant they could leave soon. He wanted to get her out of here as soon as he could.
"Do you still have the gun Louis gave you?" He asked, seeing it at the cabin with her things. He had taught her how to use one shortly after she had come to live with him, but she had refused to carry one of her own. He could have pulled some strings and gotten her the papers, even a permit to carry it at school if he needed, but she wouldnt have any of it. But, the situation as it was meant that every bit helped.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 8, 2009 20:46:53 GMT -5
Andreya nodded as she stood up and limped to her backpack. She picked it up and limped back, and sat down. "When we move I'll try my best to keep up. All the pain seems to eased up a lot more than the other day," she pointed out. She reached into her back pack and pulled out the gun. "I only used it once though. Louis and myself where at the museum when I was attacked by a monster. Louis saved me, but I was able to get to the gun, I fired it a couple of times but missed." She frowned slightly. "He had to save me," she said as she turned her head as a few tears dropped from her face. "Every time I- I think about it. . . I r- remember k- killing my father," she said as she chocked on her tears. "I- I didn't m- mean to," she said as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I- I was ju- just scared . . .I- I'm so sorry," she cried as she buried her head into her backpack. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Mikey on Jul 12, 2009 7:36:32 GMT -5
"You have nothing to be sorry about." Thorton said quietly. He remembered the incident very well. He'd had to inform many wives and children about the loss of their husbands and fathers as a result of it. Most had been the doing of the creatures in the city, and that hadnt been a problem. They all knew what they had been signing up for when going there. They all had known that death was readily given.
But what they hadnt counted on were the team of living hostiles. The entire reason his team had been sent in, to find the missing Marines. Killed on their blind side for no reason, other than a family who wanted their slave back. He'd never had a problem with revenge in the past, but every time he had killed one of them, he enjoyed it.
"He was a very bad man. The only decent, right thing he ever did in his life was father you. He was a stain of the human race, and you did what you had to do to save yourself." He said. In the end, she had done something that he would have readily done himself given the chance.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 12, 2009 15:07:14 GMT -5
Andreya looked up at Thorton with a weak smile. She nodded her head slightly as she put the gun in her pocket, and then zipped up the back pack. She looked around the room trying to find out if she was forgetting anything. Looking back to Thorton she smiled weakly. "C- can we go home now?" she asked lightly. Standing up slightly as she grimaced slightly at the pain that coursed threw his leg. She shook her head as she put her backpack on, and even grimacing at the pain that coursed threw her arm as she moved it. Tightening up her backpack she picked up the can of soup and finished it off. "Please, I want to go home now," she asked lightly.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 13, 2009 18:18:28 GMT -5
"You and me both, kid." Thorton said, standing up and stretching out. He gathered everying up, slipping his vest on and his helmet after it. He had taken this thing off and put it back on at least 20 times in the past day and a half, and it was getting old. Not to mention he always got in trouble when he went off without them. No more of that. He'd be sleeping in this b*tch for the rest of his life.
"You wont need to worry about keeping up." Thorton said, moving behind Andreya and picking her up. He held her like a child with his left arm, stabalizing her under the knees as he drew his revolver with his right hand. He walked out into the hall and never stopped.
He had thought breifly about leaving a note or something similer for Louis, but he thought it was best they forgot they had ever met him. He had helped in more ways than Thorton could remember, but he would be a wanted criminal, in all likelyhood. The government, no matter what country, wouldnt forget his past. In a way, he was safest in the infected area.
(Andreya and Thorton are now in the Carnival.)
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Post by thestander on May 15, 2010 21:50:40 GMT -5
[Luke Fischer entered Arnold's Arklay Hotel]
He wandered through the dark halls of the hotel. Panting he listened for footsteps, something had chased him here tyrant,infected, did'nt matter it was big and humanoid. He turned around and as the lightning flashed he saw the lumbering figure stand in the doorway with an almost military like stance, he looked past its missing lips at its yellow teeth. He could only be gratefull there fight would be close quarters combat, his specialty he reached for his boot knife and pistol. If the tyrant did'nt kill him the wait would, so he ran forward at the tyrant. That got it moving, it walked it's way forward it's claws scraping at the walls on the way. Luke sprinted and made a sweep kick motion but intsead of kicking he dropped to the ground and used his momentum to slide between his legs. Without stopping he got up and fired shot's at the window down the hallway, He could only run so much faster as he heard the lumbering footsteps that seemed to shake the whole foundation. He lept for the window and crashed through, he hit the ground one floor later and rolled to his feet without breaking stride and was followed by the tyrant. He turned and fired at it, He faced his hunter and flicked his head which knocked his trident night vision goggles onto his eye's, he was ready.
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Post by thestander on May 19, 2010 21:52:08 GMT -5
He fired three shot's from his pistol into the tytant before rolling out of the way from it's charge. Had to keep his distance, He turned and ran back at the hotel and slammed through the side door. He could only hear the sound of faint yet somehow heavy footsteps as he shimmied himself up the walls of the hallway into the top corner, He tried to focus his mind on other things as he felt the strain of gravity on his arms. The tyrant slowly walked through the doorway and Luke could see no sign of himself giving in yet. He grabbed the doorframe and lowered himself down, he backed down the hallway when the creature was out of sight but silently jogged out of the hallway. He reached another darkley lit room and searched for food. He was ravenous, D**n he silently cursed. Before realising what he had done he could already hear the now rapid footsteps heading in his direction. He ran into another room, this one held a staircase, He ran up it into one of the random rooms and slowly emersed himself into the darkness.
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Post by thestander on May 23, 2010 14:13:07 GMT -5
He opened up the window in the room and slowly climbed down. He dropped to the ground, and threw a tear gas grenade into the building and watched the gas flow out, he jogged away from the building and layed down, pulled out his sniper and waited. it busted through the side door and he fired six round's into it's face, they did little to stop it. It charged at him, he pulled out his usp.45 and ran at it, He slid between it's and fired into it's chest, without breaking stride he slid to his feet and spun around and fired three more into it's back. It slipped in the mud and fell to it's knees. He ran at it with his hand on his kukri, time to end it. He slammed the sharp blade into it's skull and continued to do so until his chest and face were slightly sprinkled in it's blood. He slid the machete like blade back into it's sheath on his back and looked deep into the darkened woods. He spotted an old dirt path with his trident goggles and followed it. [Luke Fischer now in dirt path]
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 21, 2010 9:28:48 GMT -5
)(Entered from the military base.)(
Morning.
A rifle shot cracked splitting the blue, sun lit sky; white shine from feathers of passing birds made them especially visible against the pale blue, and without a cloud in the sky it was like shooting fish in a barrel... a really big barrel... with really small fish. The bolt of Aya's Springfield clinked as she snapped it back, resting the stock on her hip while watching the spec in the distance fall towards the canopy of trees, "Bullseye," the girl breathed with a smirk looking out at the vast green and conflicting mountain ranges of the Arklay's. The hotel had been built with a quality view; nobody could ask for a better firing range.
The three had debated a little as to what they would do next; pitch black and stuck in the Arklay forest wasn't the best spot to make camp. For a while they had decided to return to Raccoon; instead Pat pointed out the abandoned hotel on his PDA's GPS. It was closer, provided definite shelter, and had warm beds to boot. Aya had kept her distance from Jay for the night, the ebony woman was upset over her friend and she didn't want to stir that inferno up any more. Instead she duked it out with her reflection, playing the staring game for the night sitting about some warm candles. It was good down time for all of them.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jul 22, 2010 11:26:14 GMT -5
“Damn…” Croaked Pat as he lounged carelessly on a nearby lawn chair, cigarette hanging loose from his lips. He was almost still in full gear, minus the cutaway carrier and Raptor pack he’d planted in the room which he commandeered for the night. Adorned in a fresh pair of clothes he’d found in a fully packed suitcase, he found himself liking the Acapulco shirt, khaki shorts, and adiddas sneakers almost too much. It felt too real for him, and also too dangerous given the environment they found themselves in. But, so far the hotel had proved to be clear, at least the floor they now resided on was, and so long as it stayed that way he had no problem relaxing. “I don’t even think I could’ve made that shot,”
Behind the pair of black aviator shades he’d also found in the suitcase, Patrick watched as the ivory feathered flier’s glide was interrupted by a burst of feathers, before it descended down into the horde of trees below. The smell of mountains was a welcome relief to the decomposing flesh the trio had obvious gotten used to, and Pat couldn’t help but breathe deeply with every exhale as he cherished the aroma of the mountain ranges in the distance.
“Smells just like Colorado, brings back lots of memories…” His voice trailed off as images flashed in his mind like a reel in a movie theatre. Happy childhood ones of Patrick as a boy that he rarely reminisced over given the abrupt changes this world had gone through. He knew those days were long since past. Then memories of his wife took over, like still pictures in a slideshow they circled around, ones of her cooking or watching TV, just random snapshots of day to day life. The memories ended abruptly there as his mind turned to darker memories, ones of him returning home and finding no loving wife to greet him. In her place was unimaginable amounts of blood, smeared on the walls, the floors, the furniture. It seemed to be everywhere and yet there was no body to be found…
Patrick shook his head of the thoughts and brought himself back to reality with a thud to the tune of Aya’s bolt clicking back, brought his eyes to bear on the mountain ranges in the distance and then sparked up the cigarette with his zippo.
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