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Post by Caliber on May 24, 2011 23:18:10 GMT -5
Amelia leaned in to look at the photograph. She reached out and put her hand over Richard's momentarily, before retracting it.
"He looks strong-willed, persistent. I'm sure he's fine, don't worry. He doesn't look like the kind of person who would succumb to the infected," Amelia told him in a comforting tone, with a bright smile. "Maybe once Arc is safe," she began again, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "Maybe I can come with you to look for him. It'd be easier with a second person tagging along."
Allison stood up from her chair, interrupting. "Thanks for the eggs," she told Richard, nodding her head. She pushed in her chair and walked out of the room, heading back into the living room. She plopped down onto the sofa once again, putting her feet up and tilting her head back. She slowly dozed off into a light, cat-nap sleep.
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Post by Winters on May 24, 2011 23:35:10 GMT -5
The less friendly looking woman had finished first, and the other two, Amelia and Katy, were still situated at the table. Hearing the STARS unit member talk about his son, and how she was sure he was still alive, Richard felt a little better. He was almost certain he was still alive, but part of him knew that theres a chance he wasnt. Searching for him was something that never happened, and if he was going to do that, to would have to be with just him and one other. He didnt like risking too many people in the city, it was still a dangerous place, nothing had been cleared out. Hell, some fires still even remained and started.
Nodding to Amelia, Richard spoke out, nodding. "That would be nice... Really nice. But, I dont think I can leave this house. Somebody has to watch over, the area. If your ever in Raccoon City, and you see him, you can help me by bringing him back here." A gut feeling killed Richard on the inside, but he didnt show it, at least not in his face. Maybe his eyes, and his tone of voice. "You find him, and bring him here, no matter what." By this time, Richard had been finished his fourth swig, and had lay back in his chair. "For now, we wait. Getting inside will be the easy part, but hopefully Halbred is taking back somebody with more experience than all of us... Whoever that might be."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 9, 2011 21:56:19 GMT -5
Amelia could see the pain and experience in the man's eyes-- he's seen a lot of action, and clearly needs his son back.
She started again, making strong eye contact, "If we ever find him, ever even hear of where he might be, we will track him down and bring him back to you, I promise."
Her voice shook on the word 'promise' as she finished speaking, catching a lump in her throat as her eyes began to well up. She immediately shook the tears away and stood from her chair.
Pointing to the bottle of whiskey in Richard's hands, she asked him, "Can I get a drink of that?"
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Post by Winters on Jun 9, 2011 22:22:45 GMT -5
"Just take it without asking next time, I could keep on this all day if youd let me." Richard quickly jumped back into his normal funny self, even after a touching moment. There wasnt any use worrying about his own problems, these folks needed help saving a dear friend, and he was going to help them no matter what the cost is. "Well, lets say we all just take it easy until he comes back, okay? Were all ready to go, well at least I am. Not much gear to lug around, especially on the task ahead. The less we carry the better and easier itll be to get through undetected. Gonna be a some time before Halbred shows up, so lets just have a breather, enjoy not worrying about anything..."
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Walking around the room, Richard grabbed his double barreled shotgun from the bed, and loaded two shells into it. It was pretty old, but still fire perfectly. The magnum slugs loaded into it were perfect for taking down infect, and would be a good weapon to clear out a room, had it come to it. The mission ahead of them all seemed like a tough one, as Richard hadnt been inside of these labs before. At least not long enough to explore, he could only show them the way there and inside, the rest is up to their teamwork, unless somebody knew the inside. Exactly what they were looking for was unclued, but he would do his best to keep with these people, to keep them alive.
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Post by Caliber on Jun 14, 2011 3:08:41 GMT -5
After being given the okay, Amelia took a swig of the whiskey, then set the bottle back on the table when Richard began speaking.
"I agree," she said, glancing into the living room. "Allison's got the right idea."
Katy stood to her feet, next to Amelia, sighing loudly. "She sure does..." Katy said, leaving the room. Amelia and Richard followed behind.
Katy sat down on the sofa, next to Allison. Yawning, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Since Allison and Katy were occupying most of the sofa space, Amelia headed for the front door, instead. Jiggling the knob, she swung the door open and walked outside, closing it behind her. Inhaling the fresh morning air, Amelia sat on the ground and looked to the sky.
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Post by Winters on Jun 14, 2011 14:46:40 GMT -5
Hold onto the shotgun, Richard walked through the house, collecting the stray shells that were laying around on different tables, piled up in corners. The house was really a mess, but it wasnt something you notice anymore. At least it had been maintained often, it was always apparent that somebody lived here, no matter how far into the zombie apocalypse weve gotten.
Walking out onto the front step, he left the door open, and then moved over the screen to keep out whatever insects might still be alive. Leaning onto the railing, the two of them met eyes for a second, but Richard was the first one to speak out. "This house was build over fifty years ago, and since than has always been my home, even when I was gone away. I wasnt ever much a father, I wasnt around much for my own son. Guess it was enough to teach the boy right from wrong, but other than that, he and I are really quite different. It makes me a little sad thinking about it, where he might be right now. No matter how cold he was, there was always some sort of good intention in the end, whether the ones around him realized it or not." Figuring it was maybe a little boring to talk about his son, Richard turned it around, and asked the questions on his mind.
"So whats the deal with your pal, the Green Beret. Theres something wrong with him, hes sick, but hes not changing. Whats that all about? Ive seen him before, a few years ago. Well actually, it was during the last outbreak, a few times now that I think of it. He was nice, bit of a ladies man, but you cant really complain, can you? I think its nice your all trying to help him, means you really believe he can be helped. I know nothing about the outbreak, the virus, just the impact it has on people. Both physically and emotionally. Ive run into some pretty strange things, but nothing quite like him..."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 16, 2011 18:12:59 GMT -5
Sitting in the dirt, Amelia turned around as Richard opened the door screen. She listened as he spoke, unsure of how to respond, so she simply stared at the ground beneath her. After a few seconds of silence, he quickly began again on a new subject.
"He's definitely infected," she told him. "His body reacts quite interestingly-- and unfortunately-- to the virus. He isn't immune, and I wouldn't call him lucky, either. He's a carrier, and the virus continues to inflict adverse effects, even though he seems to be stronger. The virus has immensely weakened his immune system, leaving him vulnerable to all types of infections. His entire body could be compromised by the common cold-- it's that dangerous. When provoked, he seems to enter an uncontrollable rage, where all but his primary instincts are blocked out. During these fits of rage, his body temperature raises dangerously high, and it causes brain damage each and every time. Not immediately significant damage, but if this continues for another few months, he will eventually lose basic motor functions and will no longer possess the ability to inflate his own lungs. Without the extreme equipment required to resuscitate him, he will die if that happens. It's a miracle that he's still alive, with all the potential ways for him to meet his fate. It's a possibility that this recent mutation was provoked by a simple infection that he contracted after being slashed by that soldier's blade."
Amelia looked away from Richard and shook her head, slightly, as she stared off into space. The situation was grave, and the mood filled the air.
She continued, "It's my duty as a doctor-- a surgeon, devoted to her patients, and a soldier-- devoted to the lives of others-- to save him.
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Post by Winters on Jun 16, 2011 20:59:31 GMT -5
Richard hard looked at Amelia. She seemed to be a very kind woman, who obviously cared for her friend. At the same time, learning that she was a doctor, and not just your average one, things seemed to be better for the man Arc when she was around. But as if almost to flush what had been said, there was a crash in the window above them, and Richard held his arms over Amelia to shield her from the shards of glass that came tumbling down. Thankfully, none of them hit, but quickly looking up, they seem the window had been completed busted out on the top floor. Jerking around, Richard seen the body of Amelias friend laying on the front lawn. It was apparent that he jumped out, for who knows what reason.
Before either of them could collect themselves and rush to his side, Arc stood up from the ground with almost lightning fast reflexes, and gazed at them with glowing red eyes. At this time, the others in the house had come out onto the step to see what happened, seeing Arc kneeling on the ground with his palms touching the grass. As Amelia got closer to him, obvious to help him, the man barked out in a fit of rage, but the words seemed like they were coming from an entirely different person. "If you find me, kill me!" With that, Arc took off into the woods with a sprint, it would be impossible to catch up to him.
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Post by Caliber on Jun 16, 2011 21:23:28 GMT -5
The sound of shattering glass eliminated the brief silence. Richard dove to cover Amelia, blocking the falling shards. Amelia jumped to her feet promptly after Arc's body hit the ground. Before she could take another step, Arc arose to his feet in a threatening manner, eyes glowing blood-red.
Inside, Katy and Allison jolted out of their cat nap to the sound of the window shattering, and immediately ran to the front door, bursting outside.
Amelia retrieved a sedative syringe from her satchel and gripped it in her fist tightly, slowly walking toward Arc, trying to calm him down.
"Arc..." she began. "Just relax, take it ea--"
Before she could finish her sentence, Arc interrupted, speaking violently, in a tone of rage and anger that Amelia had yet to experience. His words implying that he was going to run, Amelia dove for Arc's neck, syringe in hand, but in vain. Arc had darted off at an incredible speed, lost in the woods.
Having missed Arc, Amelia had unintentionally shoved the syringe vertically into the flesh of her thigh, by fault of momentum. Falling to the ground, grunting in pain, Amelia ripped the syringe out and threw it, grunting again. The plunger remained unpushed, so Amelia had not been injected with the sedative, but was now bleeding profusely and lying in the dirt.
Katy rushed off the front porch to Amelia's aid, while Allison stood, apalled at the turn of events. However, before Katy reached her side, Amelia was already taking bandages from her pack and shoving gauze against the wound.
"It's okay, I'm fine," Amelia grunted. "Just a flesh wound, I got it."
She sat up, pushing the gauze against her leg, immediately applying a tourniquet. She then wrapped bandages around her leg sloppily and attempted to stand, but immediately fell back to the dirt, her leg giving out. She was going to have to suture the laceration, but would need to sterilize first, and sitting the dirt was not an ideal place to do it.
"I need help..." Amelia cried out, pointing to the front door, implying she needed help inside.
After being carried inside and set on the couch, Amelia dumped out the contents of her satchel onto the coffee table and retrieved the necessary materials to suture and disinfect the wound. While she was preparing to disinfect by pouring Ethanol onto a handful of gauze, the rotary blades of a helicopter could be heard approaching in the distance.
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Post by Winters on Jun 16, 2011 22:42:20 GMT -5
Oh, I hope they have a plan ready. Coming back just on my own isnt going to boost moral for the mission, it wouldve been better had I been able to contact the guy. Things happen, its unavoidable. This is just something were gonna have to do on our own.
Hal spoke to himself, not too happy about arriving solo. He wasnt able to get in contact with his source, there was a problem when he got there. Arc was a strong man, he wouldve probably even been up and moving around himself, ready to go into the complex himself. As the chopper approached the house, Hal lowered it down into the open field not far from it, but left it running. Jumping out, he could see the older man, Richard, coming outside to greet him. But he was alone, and didnt seem like things were as planned. "Arc ran on outta here, alone. He didnt look like he was in any condition to be around anybody, not for awhile, not until he cooled off..."
Moving back into the chopper, Hal put his headset back on, ready to take off once again. But it was than that Richard jumped into the aircraft, and put his hands on the accelorator to shut it all off, whether the man wanted it or not. As the blades stopped spinning, Hal spoke out in a worried tone. "Im going after him! I have to find him, he just need s-" It was than that Richard spoke out a little louder, and as the blades completely stopped spinning, fired off at him. "You cant help him now, hes a danger. He will kill you, I could see the virus in his eyes. Just, please, stay here, at least for a little while longer. We can talk about all of this, and form a plan..."
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Post by Caliber on Jun 16, 2011 23:04:24 GMT -5
Allison and Katy followed Richard out to the helicopter, after Amelia insisted that she would be able to tend to her wounds on her own. Inside, Amelia pressed the Ethanol-soaked gauze against the gash in her leg, letting out a very audible, high-pitched yelp of pain. Heard by everyone outside, Katy immediately spun around and faced the house, then jogged back toward it, rushing to Amelia's aid. Amelia scrubbed the wound clean, finishing just as Katy ran into the house. "My god, are you okay?!" Katy called into the house as she approached the house. "I'm fine," Amelia grunted as she shoved a syringe full of anesthetic into several spots around the afflicted area, injecting a fourth of the liquid inside with each prod. Once she finished the numbing, she began suturing. Finished in no time, Amelia tossed everything down and stood up, assuring Katy she could do it on her own. Walking for the door, Amelia noticed Hal, though she knew it was him in the helicopter. She immediately noticed that Hal was alone, with no backup. This was a bit relieving, as this meant there wouldn't have been much that could be done either way. Amelia stepped out of the house, now in earshot of Hal. "He's not coming back," Amelia yelled to Hal as she walked closer, Katy following behind. Now right infront of Hal, she continued. "He told us to kill him if we find him. He sprinted off, aimlessly. He was trying to get away from us. We need to find and contain him-- I think I have an idea of where he might be."[End of Roleplay]
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Post by Winters on Nov 6, 2012 4:00:35 GMT -5
The trip was more then quiet in the truck, and with the nightfall now caked over the sky, it was dark enough to be peaceful. The mountainside was a little rough, but taking a little more time out of their trip to make sure the bike could get past the bumps, it all worked out better then expected. Madison wanted to break the silence, it was making her a little nervous. "Im sorry, again. For coming to you. I know you wouldve wanted to just be left alone. But I didnt know where else to go, doesnt seem like anywhere is safe anymore."
But he didnt respond, just kept driving. The light behind them was a good sign that John was keeping up, and was still tailing them close enough. Was really the only light out here, the sky was pretty dark, nothing else could be seen through the trees. Still, not a word. "Are you angry? Joey, just tell m-" He finally spoke, was it because he said his name? "Stop talking. You dont know me. I think its easier we keep it that way." Suddonly, the friendliness faded away, and the drive just went on through the night.
Finally arriving at the house, the truck pulled up, and the engine turned off. With his gun drawn, Joey made his way up onto the patio, and opened the door. Wasnt any point in locking it, so there wasnt a key needed. Inside, he sat down, and lit a few candles around the living room. Madison closed the SUV door, and then walked over to John while he was getting off of his bike. "Hes the place..."
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Post by Dark Nomad on Nov 7, 2012 8:40:15 GMT -5
John followed the SUV up the mountain. It wasn't a hard trip he just needed to be careful. John hadn't seen Damian since they left but that didn't mean he wasn't close by. They finally arrived at a large house which probably saw better days before. John was climbing off his bike when the bearded man went inside and Madison came over and spoke to him.
"Yeah? Don't look like much. Now I don't know what you're getting yourselves up to but I am willing to throw my lot in with you and Damian. Now I don't much care for the way he speaks," he explained to her while pointing at the house. "I will put up with him and go with you into whatever mess y'all are getting into, only if you help me after." he told her giving her the option to let him walk away or ask for his help.
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Post by Winters on Nov 10, 2012 13:37:06 GMT -5
In reality, Madison hated the way Damian talked a lot of the time. He was a very up front person, and usually disregarded what people said. But that was only his nature, and it wasnt ever going to change. When youve been so strong for so long, it gets to your head. You think your invincible, because you are to most of the world. Either way, Madison wanted to help people, John included, so she would make sure things were good between them if they were going to be sticking around. "Ill help you. Its good to meet somebody normal for a change..." She sort of chuckled and then smiled, heading inside the house.
Joey was resting his back against the chair in the candle light, and he wasnt unarmed. He was still pretty mixed up about getting contacted in the first place, especially at a time like this, and this selection of people. The girl was good, she seemed trustworthy, and had good intentions, and the guy she brought with her with the bike had his head screw on straight. The super was the main problem, because he knew exactly what they were capable of, putting aside their uncanny ability to kill everybody around them. "So, why me, exactly? Im not some kinda of scientist or anything, and you dont look stupid enough to think hes going to be human again."
Right to the point, thats how things needed to be. "Because I know who you really are. Your one of them, too." Madison wanted to make sure everybody was on the same page, and didnt beat around the bush like she normally did. There was no other way to come around to it, just something you had to dive into headfirst. "No.", he responded. But to what? "Fine, if you wont help me, then well get out of your way. Sorry for wasting your time." Madison shook her head toward John, who was obviously about to be pretty annoyed. Anyone would be, coming all the way out here for no reason. "No... Im not the person your looking for. But ill help you. Your obviously connected to him, but why is he still alive?"
They both knew what the supers wanted, most of them. Was to kill, it fueled them. So talking about a super who left people alive meant they had some meaning to do it. The only person that didnt fit into the equation was the other guy. "Wrong place, wrong time, I take it?" He liked the guy, though. Knew how to handle himself, looked like he seen a lot of action.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Nov 17, 2012 20:29:36 GMT -5
John sat and listened. He was in so far over his head that he wasn't sure what to say. These two men are super humans. He hadn't seen a super since he first heard about it, which made him think they were just rumors and camp fire stories. Finally the conversation turned to focus on John. This new guy wondered why John was there and not dead by Damian's hands. If Damian had tried to kill John it may have ended poorly for Damian since John would not have gone down without a fight.
"I'd like to think that I was valuable. And seeing that I did kill that licker with just this knife..." John said to the two as he held out the knife. John wasn't sure what to say next. He sat in silence hoping that the others would make a plan since he wasn't even sure what they needed to know or find.
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