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Post by Mikey on Feb 24, 2009 11:33:05 GMT -5
As soon as Mikey heard what they were going to do, he nodded once and went to the couch. If he was going to be going through all of this sh*t again, he was going prepared. He pulled out the crate from underneath the couch, one of the wooden ones marked "Grenades." His uncle had kind of stolen it from the army during Vietnam and used it to smuggle some things he wasnt technically supposed to take home back home.
Opening the two locks with keys from his keychain, he flipped the lid up and grabbed a duffle bag that was neatly and tightly folded in the corner of the box. Shaking it back into shape, he zipped it open and started to unload the guns he had.
Some people would have thought him a freak or a conspiricy theorist or something like that if they had seen his collection. Sometimes even he thought it was a bit much, but not today. Today, he was glad his family took their second amendment so seriously.
He started with boxes of ammo, putting two boxes of 25 count shotgun shells, two boxes of 30 count .45 rounds, and two boxes of 50 count 9mm rounds. He grabbed weapons and spare magazines that included a sawn off and fairly butchered pump action shotgun that was only about two feet long, the 1911A1 Colt his uncle had given him when he turned 18, and the Glock 17 he had bought himself. Spare magazines and holsters and ammo pouches went in next, some dating back to Vietnam and some quite new. Last but not least, he grabbed the several knives that were there. A Bowie, a KaBar, and a survival knife that would make Rambo jelouse. Last but not least, he grabbed the S&W Jack had given him and the Glock 20 he had taken from the mall.
He grabbed a small first aid kit that held more than the usual band aids and antiseptic cream and tossed it into the bag too. Last but not least, he walked over to his dresser and collected two items. The first was a new shirt, as he was just now becoming aware he was only wearing an undershirt. He put it on quickly and grabbed one more thing. A hunting vest that he rolled up and put in the bag as well.
He zipped it up, having to fight it at the end, and walked to the door. Reaching for a shelf, he grabbed half a carton's worht of cigarettes and tossed them into the side pocket of the bag before zipping it up as well. He got outside and hopped into the cab, setting the heavy bag down in the middle seat before reaching into a pocket. He pulled out the mangled pack of cigarettes he had had for quite a while and pulled the last one out. Tossing it out the open window, he lit it just as they were leaving the driveway.
Listening to what Jack said, he replied. "Well, if we can find out what the hell is causing all of this and make it stop, I'm game for whatever." He said, feeling slightly better now that he had his small armory with him. He'd always wanted to see the guns put to use, and now it was happening.
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Post by Reaper on Feb 24, 2009 12:04:08 GMT -5
Jack looked back at Mikey before focusing on the road. She wanted a road trip to get away from everything, she never wanted to be dragged into a nightmarish hell. Cursing slightly as the fog grew thicker and the ash seemed to fall as a thick cloud. She sighed heavily as she tried her best to focus on the road that she couldn't even see now. Her speed slowing down to nearly a crawl. "This is ridiculous," she growled as she tried her best to see where she was going. A quick turn of the wheel she could feel the truck skidding. She looked back to Mikey and then back to the road. At least they weren't on her bike. "Buckle up," she said as she herself reached across to grab her seat belt.
She looked over to Mikey to make sure he had his on, and it was about that time a sign caught her eye, and she had to swerve to miss it. "Damn it . . . I can't see a f**king thing," she growled as she looked back in her revue mirror at the Sign. "Well where in Silent Hill, or at least the outskirts. Another mile we should be in the town," she said as she looked up. It was about that time she realized she had no control over her steering wheel. She stomped on the break but it did nothing but go to the floor. Jack tried her best to move the wheel and even with Mikey's help it wouldn't budge.
Her eyes grew wide as she seen the edge of the road, and soon enough the truck went over. The tires sliding on the lose rock bed as the truck rolled down hill. A line of trees coming into view just before the truck hit hard. The front end crunching in as the cab of the truck nearly met the tree itself. She herself hit the windshield and steering wheel knocking her unconscious.
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Post by Mikey on Feb 26, 2009 3:29:10 GMT -5
Mikey came to in the wrecked truck, slightly hazy as to what had happened. He started to think the whole thing had been a dream. That the mall and everything that had happened after had never happened, and he was in bed at home right now. That was until he saw Jack passed out in the driver seat.
He looked down and saw his lap seatbelt was still clicked in place, he he reached into his pocket. Taking the butterfly knife with the broken tip out, he flipped it open and made quick work of the vynal strap. By some luck, probably the luckiest break he would ever get again, the door popped open when prompted by the handle and he slid out, resting for a moment and letting the soreness go away.
When it got as dull as he figured it was going to get, he stood up and walked over to the driver side. As he thought, the door would not open. Taking the first thing he saw, a rock, and cracking the window until it looked like a good deal of spider webs crunched together, he used his shirt to protect his hand and peel it outward. When the frame was clear, he got up on the step and cut Jack loose.
He pulled her free and set her out on the smoothest ground he could find, going back to retreive the dufflebag and more importantly the first aid kit.
He got it out and got a pack of sterile gauze, using one to wipe away some blood from her forehead. "Jack." He said in a clear and loud tone, shaking her by the shoulder gently to try and wake her up but not cause any further injury. "Jack!" He said, slightly louder.
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Post by Reaper on Feb 26, 2009 3:40:22 GMT -5
Jack stirred lightly as she moaned. Her head felt like it was splitting, and her body was screaming in pain. Her hand drifted up to her for head as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at the dull cloudy gray sky. Ash falling around them like snow in the winter months. There was even a slight chill in the air. She shifted slightly, and with Mikey's help she was able to s*** up. She had to lean forward a bit in order to open her airway and make breathing a bit easer. When she sat up straight the pain from her chest made it hard to breath.
"S- sorry about that," she said a bit under her breath. She looked around and then at the totaled truck. Again with Mikey's help she was able to climbed to her feet. Though once more finding it hard to breath from the pain in her chest. She looked up at Mikey as he gathered everything, and they both made their way up the hill. "I couldn't control it, and the breaks weren't working," she explained as they reached the top. She had to stop in order to bread. She sat down against the railing and leaned forward. She held her chest a bit as she took in several deep breaths. "S- so where do we start?" she asked as she looked up at him
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Post by Mikey on Feb 26, 2009 3:54:17 GMT -5
"Your guess is as good as mine, but I suggest we start there." He said, pointing at the bag. He first grabbed a bit of tape from the spool in the med kit and secured a clean gauze pad to Jack's cut. He knew quite well how much it hurt to get a peice of something or a bit of dirt into an open cut. He then zipped up the kit, grabbed the bag, and walked over to the bed of the truck. He opened the tail gate of the still right side up truck and started to lay the contents of the bag on it.
He picked out Jacks pistol and handed it to her. "No excuses. Your gonna take it." He said, also handing her the magazines that were topped off with new rounds. He went to work attaching holsters to himself. The 1911 and Glock 17 were on his front right and one of the knives, the Bowie, went on his direct right and tied to his leg. He loaded the rounds he had into the magazines he had, three total magazine for each pistol and a few overflow rounds from each box. He put them, as well as the full boxes, back into the bag. Save for the full box of .45 rounds. He left that on the tailgate for Jack. Depositing the weapons in their holsters, he slung the shotgun on his back and grabbed the Glock 20 that he had no holster and only one extra magazine for. He slid the extra magazine into a pocket, while the other magazines went into ammo pouches of one make or another on the left side of his belt.
He zipped the bag closed and motioned to what was left on the tailgate. Jack's .45, ammo, and the two knives.
"Those are yours. As for where we go, I'd say we head up. But thats just me." He said, pointing to a not-so-steep part of the valley they were in.
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Post by Reaper on Feb 28, 2009 6:50:40 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said slightly as Mikey finished with her patching up. She watched and listened as he went about rearranging his weapons. Though it looked like he was getting ready for another world war she was glade that he came prepared. She walked over picking up the gun and looking i over before sticking it in the back of her pants. She pocketed the ammo, and found a safe place to stick the knives. She looked back to Mikey as he pointed to a small hill and nodded. She followed him up the hill and stood up straight looking around the area.
Fog and ash filled the air making it hard to see where they were at. "That's the way to the town," she pointed out as she looked at their own tire marks to see where they were going. Slowly but surly they started making their way threw the fog to the town. How long it took she couldn't really tell, but the only thing she knew was that she was hurting. When they finally reached the town it seemed a lot more clear then the road itself. Jack looked around and sighed a bit. "Alright, time to figure out where to start," she said as she looked back at the stores.
She pointed to one of the local drug stores and started to make their way over. She opened the door only to be hit by a stale scent. "I wonder what really happened in this town," she asked as she made her way into the store. She looked around, but it wasn't for anything that they really needed. She was wanting to mostly check the dates on the drugs to find out when it was last supplied.
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Post by Snake on Feb 28, 2009 11:51:34 GMT -5
((Hey I only recently noticed that you two are still playing this rp. Would you mind if I jumped back in, with the same character I used before? I didn't want this rp to die and did not know you two had kept it active.))
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Post by Mikey on Mar 1, 2009 0:27:25 GMT -5
(Your supposed to use the sign up thread for this, man. And ya, but you need to redo the character slightly because we left the mall and are now in Silent Hill itself.)
Mikey looked around the shop, feeling like he was in an old Twilight Zone episode. Not because of the current situation, but because of the look of the building in this fog. And, for the fact that this place looked just like one he had senn in one of the reruns made circa 1950 something. It was uncanny...
He walked to the counter and hopped up, taking a seat on it before swinging his legs down to the other side and hopping back to the ground. He took a look at all of the drugs behind the pharmacy counter and read the fairly old, but pristine, labels.
"Well..." He said, slightly taken aback by what he saw. It wasnt the time stamp on the labels that had first caught his eye, but the name of the drug. Only then did the timestamp confirm it. "According to this, were in the...the 50's. Check this out." He said, grabbing one of the glass jars from the shelf and tossing it to Jack. It said PPD. He recognized it from when he had to do a report for Health class back in high school. It was a miracle cure used for TB back in the 50's. The time stamp said October 13th, 1951.
"Ok...your not 60 some years old, are you?" He asked her, and continued his theory without an answer. "So...is it possible you werent actually FROM Silent Hill? I mean, you said you knew, but... HEY!" He almost yelled suddenly. "Accross the huge a*s lake right here. Theres another town, sort of. It was more of an expanshion of this one after they ended up tunneling under the lake in the coal mines." He said, not sure why he was remembering all of this. He chalked it up to reading it in some old papers somewhere when he was looking for data on his report that gave him the knowledge on the drug here.
"So, why dont we try to go there?" He asked, knowing that it was going to be easier said than done. The lake not the only thing that was going to be an obstical.
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Post by Reaper on Mar 1, 2009 6:14:58 GMT -5
Jack nodded slightly as she set the jar on the counter. She looked around the room and sighed a bit before she headed back to the door. "We could probably find a boat and go straight across," she pointed out as she looked at a map on the side wall. It was a large map of the old version of Silent Hill. Tilting her head slightly as she studied it for a moment and the pointed at a small portion on the map. "Here," she said as she looked back at Mikey. "There is a small dock there. More than likely boats, and we can row are selfs across he lake. I think it would be quicker and easer to take thought route," she pointed out as she looked back to the outside.
She stepped outside and looked around at the street. It very well matched the '50s with the odd looking decor. Jack sighed and shook her head. Even still she wondered why they were the ones being thrusted into this hell hold. Her mind wondered more on why Mikey was drawn into this nightmare as well. She looked back toward him as he walked out of the store. "To the docks," she said as she motioned him up the road. "It beats the long ass walk around the lake," she pointed out as they both started up the road.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 1, 2009 7:32:57 GMT -5
"Too true..." Mikey muttered, walking out of the store after Jack. He couldnt help but think the water was a bad idea. Not the water itself, but what was hiding in the water. He'd seen enough movies to know that when it all went to hell, there was always something in the water. Or in the closet. Or around the corner. Or about any fu*king where you went. He just hoped some jerkoff who was seven feet tall wasnt waiting around the next block waiting to stick an axe up his ass...
He didnt know how close to the truth he was.
Around the corner, several men in miner suits were lying in wait. Not for the new additions who had recently crashed in town, but for another who had caused them so much trouble. A man, if it was possible to call it that, who had killed more of their group then anyone could recall. Who commanded a form of magic none of them had ever seen before. Who many of them beleived to be the devil himself incarnated by the evil town to destroy their unerring faith.
What happened next was very simple. It was simply bad, cosmic, horrible timing.
As Jack and Mikey walked down one street on their way to the lake, a flash of smoke appered out of nowhere, not 15 feet from them. A man in a black suit appered. He looked like a man at least. With a stupid mask on. It was only after he looked at them and smiled an even wider smile than he was wearing did they notice it wasnt a mask, but his own twisted face.
"Now!" A voice yelled out from nowhere, and what looked like arrows crudely made of scraps of wood appered around the man. At least, it looked like it. They had been shot from crude bow's made by the men at surprising speeds, only to stop mere inches from the man. He laughed a cackle that was genuinely disturbing to hear, and waved his hand. The arrows disinigrated.
"Attack!" A voice yelled, and a swarm of miner suit clad men appered with all manner of weapons ran at the man, all convinced their good Christian faith would protect them.
Jack and Mikey could only stand and watch as the man with the twisted smile decimated them one by one, seemingly knowing where each blow would come from and moving to avoid it while killing them each in a way both facinating and nausiating. Some were burst into flames, some disintigrated as the arrows had, blowing off in a nonexistant wind like they were statues made of ash. Some were simply left screaming as the man's hand passed through the bodies like a ghost, only to be left holding a vital organ of some sort.
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Post by Reaper on Mar 1, 2009 7:46:09 GMT -5
Jack stood in aw and almost fear like state. This man had powers that even she couldn't comprehend. She gripped Mikey's arm as she finally brought herself to. She slowly pulled him back as she watched the miners attacking this man. Each of the wanna be looking miners sacrificing their lives. One right after another they were falling, and yet they still kept attacking. "Mikey we need to leave," she whispered as she continued to pull him back trying her best to avoid drawing attention to themselves. Her powers never even rivaled with this man was doing. His abilities seemed to far surpass her own, and it scared her to death.
If this man could mindlessly slaughter all these men without a hesitation. Then she wouldn't help but wonder if this man was one of the darker entities of Silent Hill. If this was true she wanted to avoid him at all cost. The factor was because she knew that her own powers wouldn't even be able to keep up with his. She pulled Mikey back still each step carefully placed as to make sure they made no sound or lost their balance. She looked behind her for a way out, but the only thing she seen was stores that lined the street. There was one turn off up the road, but then they would have to pass by the slaughter fest and she wanted to avoid that.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 4, 2009 2:52:47 GMT -5
"Your telling me..." Mikey wispered. He stayed even with Jack in stepping backwards slowly and surely, trying to avoid making a sound when something happened. The man, finished with the miners, looked over at them and smiled another smile. He took a step foreward, and Mikey grabbed Jack.
"Run!" He yelled, spinning around and taking her with as they both broke out in a sprint as fast as their legs would take them. There seemed to be nowhere to run. There were only shops on either side of them, no side streets for them to take to get away from the man. Untill...
Written on the street, in what looked like chalk with bad and childish handwriting, was an arrow leading to the left into what looked like an apartment building. The words underneath the arrow said "Jaqualine."
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Post by Reaper on Mar 5, 2009 6:44:15 GMT -5
Jack kept glancing back at the man as he just slowly made his way toward them. Though she was starting to find it hard to keep up with Mikey. His legs being a tad longer than her, and considering he was dragging her down the street to begin with. It was about then that she seen her name written on the ground. She pulled back nearly pulling Mikey to the ground as she did. This time she lead him across the street. She busted threw the front door and slammed it shut behind Mikey.
Leaning up against the door she panted slightly as she looked to him. After a moment of rest she walked to the window and peeked out. The man was standing in the street staring at the building, but he didn't make a move to come in. She sighed heavily as she closed her eyes for a moment before looking back at Mikey. "Well I guess we should explore. It that he doesn't want to come in right now. So we should see why," she said as she moved to the counter of the building. She reached over to pull out a small lay out plan of the building that was kept in the drawer. "So pick together or split up?" she asked as she looked back to him.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 7, 2009 11:13:51 GMT -5
"Dont you watch scary movies? You never split up..." Mikey said, looking around the hall they were in. Strangly, the lights were on. He found this odd, but decided it was a good thing because he didnt have a flashlight or anything similer.
"Ok, we should go floor by floor, room by room." He said, pointing to the hall that shot off to the left. There was one to the right and one to the left, as well as a big staircase that led to the second and then third floor. They;d be at it for a while, but if that guy couldnt get in here for one reason or another, Mikey wasnt going to be in a hurry to leave.
Mikey started down the hall, cautious as ever as he scanned the floor, cealing, and any nook or cranny anything could use to get the drop on them with his gun. When he came to the first door, he tried the handle cautiously and found that it was stuck. "Great." He said, pushing against it with his hand. It felt like pushing on a wall. There was no way they'd get through. Down the hall all the way, no door worked. They were all shut in place like the first. Except the very last one. It opened with ease.
Mikey stepped back and swung it open to make sure nothing was bhind it, and scanned the area he could see. When it looked clear, he walked in and checked it. It was clear. Clear, and almost empty. Except for the table with an only payphone sitting on its side. One that wasnt hooked to anything whatsoever. One that started ringing after they looked at it for a few moments.
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Post by Reaper on Mar 7, 2009 12:36:20 GMT -5
Jack looked at Mikey and tilted her head slightly. "No actually I don't," she said as she followed him down the hall. "My foster parents wouldn't allow it, and when i was old enough my nightmares kept me from watching them. So in short I tried in all reality to stay away from TV," she said as she watched him reach for the doors, and none of them seem to open. "To tell the truth this would be the first horror movie I've seen . . . let alone be in," she said with a slight chuckle.
When Mikey tried the last door it seemed to open, and as they both walked in the phone started ringing. Tilting her head slightly as she studied it. She walked over and picked up the cord to the phone only to find that it wasn't hooked up. "Like this for instance," she mumbled under her breath. She glanced to the window that was boarded up and sighed a bit. Looking again to the phone as it continued to ring. She finally picked it up and held it to her ear. "Hello," she spoke with a slight bit of hesitation in her voice.
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