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Post by .Merios on Nov 17, 2008 21:57:35 GMT -5
The old pawn shop was abandoned during the outbreak. It has weapons, food, and clothing available as well as many types of electronic devices abandoned by their owners. These are some of the more visited spots by survivors during the outbreak and, during the early days, it's been almost completely destroyed by a stray grenade. A quarter of the building is destroyed, creating a massive gap in the ceiling and a large crater in the tile as well as a huge hole in the side of the building. This shop is indefensible and is not a great place to hole up for long periods of time. Psychotic survivors may come and barricade themselves in from time to time thinking they only need weapons but soon find out that there are more dangerous things on the loose than just humans. The weapons within the building are almost all empty and used, meaning they jam easy and may not be able to be used as well as new weapons. There isn't a large selection, whichs means there's only a few bows, a couple pistols, and maybe four or five machine guns or shotguns. It's not a very great place to stay, seeing as zombies can move in and out of the place easily. It's not recommended to stay too long.
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Jan 9, 2009 11:37:24 GMT -5
**John enters the Pawn shop** "hello is anyone in here?"John looks around the shop with his gun pointing on his view and with his flashlight on byside his gun.He steps on a gun,looks down and picks it up."its empty"The hears a noise near him.And notices a zombie feeding on someone.The zombie turns around and John shoots him in the head without a second of waiting."A cop.It must have been him who was shooting"John shoots the dead police officer in the head just to make sure he stays dead.Then he takes couple of pistol clips and he takes a shotgun which was lying near the gun closet."I must go to the Police station there must be more S.T.A.R.S members alive"
**John is now at the police station**
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Post by Louise Backturn on Jan 15, 2009 7:41:32 GMT -5
((Louise is now in the Pawn Shop))
Louise slowly walked towards the shattered Pawn Shop door. She knew that it was not safe to just walk in without caution. She pointed her gun through the door. Louise took one slow step into the shop and felt the glass crunch underneath her feet. Louise saw an old tavern-style mug and threw it towards the other side of the shop. If there is anything in here, it would come out now Louise told herself.
3 seconds and nothing happened. Louise relaxed more and examined the shop. It was pretty messed up. Louise looked above and saw that a huge hole through the roof, part of the wall had gone, so it was proberly best not to linger here. Louise got down to business and saw (what was left of) a counter which had a destroyed till on it. Louise opened her back-pack and saw got the note she found earlier (Raccoon City school), it was a diary from a "M.G Walley" who was the "Pawn Shop" owner. Louise had head of this man as he went to school with her father. Louise placed the note in her pocket and moved towards the counter. She saw an old file on the floor, it looked like a old battered book. She picked it up and placed it on the counter and opened it up. Some pages were torn and hard to read. It looked like a "customer list" of some sort, or maybe a stock checker. She turned the pages and suddenly...she was still. Like a statue...she'd found it...a clue as to what she'd come to Racoon for...
1998: Jonathon Backturn - Returning Customer - Old Pocket Watch, 3 pistols, a old suitcase and some files - Currently out of town! - Contact number 062...[/i]
[purple]Damn it![/purple] said Louise. The number has gone - one thing is for certain though...her father had already left Raccoon before the Outbreak, meaning he could still be alive. But where? It was time for Louise to return to London.
Louise ripped out the page and placed it in her pocket, she turned and began to make her way for the door - she stopped still. She looked slowly outside the shattered door to see several of those creatures near the store. They moved slowly, and one was crawling on the floor. Louise raised her guns and moved out of shop. Louise fired her guns at the one nearest to her. She moved down the street with her guns facing the creatures who had now changed their direction to her. She turned to see three others - but they where small children. Louise's heart sank...she couldn't kill children. She looked to her right and saw a alley way which looked safe, she saw the Raccoon City Map in the alley way too, she ran down the alley leaving the creatures in the street...however...the creatures turned and followed her down the alley...
((Louise is now in the Raccoon City back streets))
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Post by masorin on Jan 29, 2009 23:25:57 GMT -5
Matthew walked into the pawn shop and sighed. he had hoped that the smaller shop wouldn't have been completely looted but as he went threw it looking for any thing he could use he came up short. "d*** this is not my day".
as he continued to look threw the shelves under the illumination of his flash light, he heard a sound that sent a familiar shiver down his spine. Matthew grabbed his gun and turned to were he heard the groaning.
a door to the back room was sealed shut as the song of the infected continued from behind it. a smile came across his face if the undead ghoul was old then there was a chance that the back room wasn't as thoroughly looted as the front of the store.
Matthew held his breath as he flicked the latch and swung the door open. hiding behind it as the zombie charged the sudden movement. there was a loud bang as a round tore threw the zombies head it drooped to the ground immediately.
Mathew quickly walked up to the corpse to examine it. he couldn't help but feel extremely lucky the corps had been undead for what seemed like months. meaning no one had been in the room for an equal amount of time.
Matthew walked threw the door to the back room gun still raised cautious encase there was another undead around a corner.
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Jan 30, 2009 8:52:27 GMT -5
As Matthew walked in, he could hear moans behind him, several zombies attracted by his gunshot. They moved with haste and attempted to reach Matt before he could close the door and barricade the windows.[/i][/b]
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Post by masorin on Jan 30, 2009 9:18:25 GMT -5
Matthew quickly slammed the door behind him, but was unfortunately to slow to barricade the windows and several of the walking dead poured into the back room of the pawn shop.
he raised his gun ready to shoot and brought two down with consecutive shots to the head. not seeing a way out of the sudden death trap of a room he quickly searched what was near him for some other manner of weapon.
when he saw it he couldn't believe it, a shot gun. why had no one taken it was his first thought his second was to grab it. by now the undead were in the room all five that had come from the windows were present in the small back room. scratching and groaning could be heard on the other side of the door.
he quickly fired another round at the closest of the walking dead and made his way to the shot gun. when he grabbed it he brought it to bare at a near by zombie and pulled the trigger. there was a click but no boom the gun was out of ammo.
desperate he switched back to his pistol keeping the shot gun in his spare hand he fired and brought another undead to the ground. Matthew panicked there and made his way to the window keeping all the distance he could from the hoard that had amassed in the small room. he jumped out of the vary window the zombies had come from cutting his leg on a piece of broken glass.
when Matthew hit the ground he noted the pain and ran as fast as he could from the shop into the back alley ways trying to find someplace safe to hide.
(Matthew is now at the fallout shelter)
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Post by Warsteiner on Mar 11, 2009 13:10:30 GMT -5
Chris arrives at the pawn shop, he notices a flood of zombies had passed, maybe a couple hours before. As Chris steps through guts, blood and cartelidge of all kinds, he looks at the rows of useless junk. He closes the door just in case and grabs a piece of broken wood, Chris holsters his gun and starts searching for bullets, etc. He walks down the aisle, monitoring every single item. He noticed an box of old cell phones, speakers, books, old mp3s and even guitars, but, he also finds the one item he was searching for, a GPS system. It seems like it would work if there were batteries. Chris goes further into the small shop. He goes behind the counter, searching draws for anything, he finds 1 magazine, containing 10 bullets, he takes it and carries on looking. He can't find any batteries. He then looks up and open the back door, inside the room, he noticed that there was a few zombies, also a small broken window with a piece of material attatched to a cut piece of glass. It was obvious that someone had killed these zombies, what with shotgun shells on the ground. Quickly he searched all of the 10 deposit boxes, finding money in most of them then suddenly, he noticed a Desert Eagle in one of them, aside with two clips. Chris noticed how similar his Desert Eagle was to this one, he took it and the 4 clips in it, each with 10 bullets in. He reloads it and holsters it, after this, he heard a ding from the door he closed. It had been opened, he glances round and sees no-one, as Chris unholsters one of his Desert Eagles, he hears a whimpering, but not made from a human. He glances over the counter and notices a labrador, black, whimpering. He slowly goes towards it and it glances up at his, it licks his shins and Chris holsters his gun. He feeds the dog from a little bit of what he believes to be edible, the dog seemed to enjoy it, as he and the dog walk out, he decides to keep it, he needs company and protection. They wander out to his ford. "I'll name you...Dingo?" The dog says nothing. "What about...Scruffers?" The dog whimpers. "Fine, let me see your tag." As he reads the tag, it says BJ. "BJ?" The dog instantly barked, Chris reads the tag and BJ stands for Baxter Jay. "Who names their dog with a first name AND a surname? Well, I guess I do now!" Chris and BJ climb into Chris' Ford. Chris and BJ Sit patiently, nothing happens. Chris turns the car on, taking pleasure from the feeling that he has the ability to run away. He flips it into first and drives off, as Chris drives he goes Downtown. He notices a barricade, civilization at last, he think to himself. He and BJ approach the wall and are now in Downtown.
(Chris is now in Downtown - specific place TBC)
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Post by Lance on Mar 19, 2009 23:32:25 GMT -5
Lance slowly walked into the pawn shop and then sayed, "grows whats that smell?" Lance started to look around for the sorse of the nasty smell. Lance turned on the night vision scope that was on his AR15 that he had attached to it while he was an officer and started to look around cautiusly. Lance started to walk threw the almost completly demolished pawn shop looking for the source of the nasty smell while looking for anything that he might be able to use while he was in there.
Lance ended up getting his right foot caught in something and almost fell head first into the ground of the pawn shop, but he caught his footing quick enough to keep himself from falling. Lance looked down to see what he got his leg caught on. When he looked down he saw a giant green military bag. So he bent down and grabbed the bag and knew he could use it in the future. When Lance brought his head up he saw flesh eating arms out stretched at him. Lance knowing that he wouldnt have time to bring his gun up to shoot. He brought the butt of the gun up and smacked the zombie in the fourhead knocking it down. Then thats when he brought his gun up to site and shot the zombie in the head. Lance looked around to see if their was any more zombies any where near by, but ended up not seeing any. Lance sped up his pace because he knew the sound of the gun fire would attract more flesh eating zombies.
Lance quickly started to scan the pawn shop, but couldnt find anything of use. When Lance went running out the door he kicked something out into the middle of the street that sounded like a metal object. Lance walked out into the street and found what he had kicked. He reached down and picked up a knife. He pulled it out of the sheath to examine it. It had no chips in the blade, a few scratches in it, and it stil had a nice tip on it. Lance resheathed the knife and unhooked his belt and slide the knife onto his belt and rebuttoned it. Once Lance finished examining the knife and putting it on his belt he ran off into a ally.
(Lance is now at the pet shop.)
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Post by harlequin on Mar 29, 2009 20:30:31 GMT -5
<:Samuel Varius enters the Pawn Shop:>
Sam leaned against the door to the pawn shop. He had escaped lickers in the carnival and ran into a bunch of zombies on the way to his parents apartment building. Looking around he saw only one open door to run through.
He began looking around to see if there were any other ways out of the collapsing building. He walked down one of the few aisles looking for anything useful. Behind a glass counter was a revolver laying with the price tag still attached. He pulled out his own pistol and broke the glass with the grip. He pulled the revolver out and examined it. It was the standard police issue .38 revolver. Sam looked around the shop for some ammunition for it. Not finding any, he discarded the pistol. He headed for the door opposite the one he came through, grabbing a chocolate bar from the counter as he went. On a shelf right next to his intended exit he saw something useful. He picked up a slim black object that was roughly a cylinder with silver details. He pushed a small round button on the side. A silver blade shot out of the end of the switch blade. Smiling to himself he pocketed it and opened the door.
The door opened into a storage closet not even half the size of the other room. A broken window, glass like razors sticking up from the edge, led out into a back ally and then to the streets beyond. A cursory check of the shelves lining the walls turned up little. Laying on one of the bottom shelves was a crowbar. Sam picked it up and used it to clear off the glass from the broken window. Not wanting to waste anymore time he vaulted the window and moved on….
Equipment Changes: + Switch Blade Knife + Crowbar
<:Sam is now at the City Center Apartment Complex:>
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Post by blizleopard on Aug 16, 2009 13:44:55 GMT -5
[Colleen Hawkes has entered the Pawn Shop]
Thirty minutes after leaving the airport, and circum-navigating several of the still-wrecked areas of the city, Colleen finally stopped in front of her first destination... a pawn shop in the downtown area. It took her a moment to get over the signs of blood and bone, old from time in the open air, and making it look more like the scene from what it was... after the end of the world. Parking the bike and leaving it where she could make a fast getaway, she drew both her Storm pistols and made her way quickly inside, peering back and forth in the wan daylight as she begin searching for what she was looking for. Any weapons would be secondary... what she wanted was some communication gear... something she could give another once she had found someone to help her locate the active Umbrella site.
Finding civilian band radios was easy enough, but she skipped over those and took down some push-to-talk cellular devices, 'A little reworking, these would work off the...' Setting them on the counter to check her own phone signal, and scowling at the single bar available, 'Weak signal... a mile, maybe more... but it's enough.' Checking to one side and reaching under, she plucked out a portable battery-powered saudering iron, 'There we go... a new best friend.'
Standing there was when she noticed something strapped under the counter. Kneeling down for a moment, and giving two hard tugs before the ropes snugging in place gave way, Colleen came back up with a Remington shotgun in a compact 'breeching weapon' configuration, including a revolver-style pistol grip. Pulling it up and settling it on the counter for a moment, she also found a Browning Hi-Power III 9mm in the hands of the dessicated corpse of who she hoped was the owner of the store, and a couple spare magazines. The bullets would fit, but otherwise, it was mostly useless for her, the slide being jammed half-way but no bullet in the chamber. Dropping the magazine and finding two more in the jeans pockets of the former person who was lacking a head, she tried to cock it a few times, she scowled as it refused to budge for the time being.
The shotgun as well would need some time and maintenence to fire properly, and had no ammo in it... the owner possibly believing threat was enough, "Two broken guns... about fourty rounds of nine-mil, and three barely functioning PTT Motorola radio phones with ear-mikes, and a portable saudering tool. I could do worse... hell... I could do a lot better..."
Picking up and cocking the shotgun, she felt the slide go rough at one spot, and checking the barrel she noted the dust, and blew down it to try and clear some of it. Trying to cock it once more, she shook her head, and tugged on the trigger a couple times, feeling that the pin was loose, keeping an ear open for any sounds that might be off.
(OOC - Adding to inventory: Saudering Tool, Browning HP III (Broken), Remington 870MCS Shotgun (Broken), 3 Motorola i1000 PTT cellphones, 40 rounds 9mm)
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Post by blizleopard on Aug 18, 2009 18:39:53 GMT -5
Rigging a spot for the shotgun on her bike was easily enough done, sliding the short-barrelled weapon into a spot between the saddlebag and frame where it sat secure, a slight scraping of metal on metal as the barrel went against the exhaust. Stuffing the Browning III away in her shoulderpack to fix later along with the electronics gear, she turned her head to look towards downtown and the mall, "Well... best place as any... a good spot for survivors and the area should be relatively..."
Her thoughts cut off by some shuffling and a soft moan coming from within the store, and growing in loudness, adding to a slow chorus of mournful sounds of beings inside that could have once been human.'
Gulping once and steeling herself, the BSAA agent kicked the start and roared off on her bike before any of them could reveal themselves... only to have one stumblerun right into the path of her headlight.
Ducking quickly and to one side, she freed one of the blades from her back and held it in a backhanded knife-fighting grip, striking the creature's arms and sending it spinning before it could get it's hands on her and take her off her transportation. Looking back she shook her head, and flicked the blood from the blade before sheathing it once more, 'Too close, too close... so that was an infected... poor girl.'
Details coming into resolve as she rode hard, dodging the empty streets and making her way back to more civilized areas of the city... the torn dress and sweater, a pair of loafers... a private school student of some type. Some of the realization of the impact of this kind of 'weapon' nearly made her pull over and lose her breakfast (such as it was.). To read a file on such a horrid corruption of life is one thing... to smell it, to see it's dead eyes, and to feel those coarse nails brush so close... it something entirely different.
'This is what you wanted, girlfriend... use it... don't let it use you...'
[Colleen Hawkes has left the Pawn Shop, and is headed to Maple Tree Mall]
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Post by KidBushido on Sept 13, 2009 15:50:36 GMT -5
~Dereal enters the pawn shop~
Dereal didn't really need anything in the pawn shop except an excuse to rest. He was a little tired from the journey he had to endure. He grabbed his katana from his back and began to look around. He knew the katana was good for a couple battles so he decided maybe he should find another melee weapon to go along with his sword. He began to look around the shop notices dead bodies of zombies and obvious signs of life. He smiled knowing that at least he isn't the only live person in Raccoon city.
As he went over in a corner to 'release the beast' on the face of a deceased cop, he notices a sound coming from a backroom. All of a sudden 3 zombies attack him. Quickly (while still peeing) he turns to see how many there are, but he notices his fly is open and jumps back while closing it. If the zombies were alive they'd laugh at this display! He grabbed his katana, which was laying on a counter and an empty gun and charges. First he throws the empty pistol at the zombie in front charging him. Then he stabs another on in the face and rams the sword through his head allowing him to fall. He then punched the last one in the skull to finish him. Once it's down he grabs the sword, kills the first one and finishes the one he punched. He begins to breath rapidly and understands the people here must have really been making a lot of noise!
"Damn, If I stay here longer I doubt I can make it without wasting ammo!" He says as he picks up his equipment and finds a huge old school tire iron in somebodies hand. He picks it up and ties it to the back of his sheath. He then heads towards the room where the zombies came from and finds a bathroom. He closes the door, finishes up and heads out drinking some of his water.
"I hate this place..." he sighs.
~Back in the streets~ *New equipment, tire iron*
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Post by ChazzDv on Jun 28, 2010 23:49:02 GMT -5
Drake bares a sign of relief as he runs upon the Pawn Shop, even though it is partly destroyed it may still house bits of useful equipment. He grabs his holstered Berretta and points it towards the empty doorway, cautiously he approaches. He stood in the doorway and poked his head in, looking around he couldn't see any signs of immediate danger. He toke a couple more steps in and Drake took a quick glance around the room.
He noticed that there was a huge crater in the middle of the floor, along with a hole in the ceiling. A partial counter, damaged probably by whatever caused the hole in the ceiling, and a couple dead infected. As he made his way around the room, broken glass and tile crunching under his every step, he noticed some random shells laying about in a far corner. They were .22 short rifle bullets, and now they were Drakes. As he walked over and picked up the five bullets and began loading them into his rifle, he noticed another door to his right. It appeared to have scratch marks and was slightly damaged, Drake's curiosity peaked at the sight.
As he slowly walked over to the door, rifle now in its' carrier around his back and pistol drew, he slowly pushed opened the door. Drake noticed several dead bodies, bullet wounds in each of them, and blood splatter virtually everywhere. He also noted two broken windows on the other side of the room, both had obviously once been bored up. There was also a filing cabinet, quite huge actually, with draws all astray and papers everywhere. "What in the world is going on?" Drake asked himself as he put his back against the door and slid down to the ground. He was very tired and weary, looking for his mother was hard work in this city. He decided that a rest was in order and he hopped back up and slowly managed to push the huge filing cabinet over, covering up both windows.
"Just a few minutes to rest my eyes." Drake whispered as he sat back down with his back to the door, his pistol in his hand resting on his lap. He cautiously closed his eyes and tried to induce a small nap.
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Post by Winters on Jun 29, 2010 3:40:16 GMT -5
Peeking around the corner out of an allyway, Dodge check to make sure there werent any infected in the area. When he saw that the street was clean, he moved out, and then began jogging down, checking over his shoulder every now and then to see if he was being followed. His leg was starting to kill him, but he had to just move onward. About this time, Dodge had seen a building that looked fairly well secure, and looked at it as a place to rest his leg from the travaling across the city. Getting closer, he noticed that the door was barricaded from the outside, and the medium sized window had been blocked off by a large cabinate. Trying to move it aside, he grunted, and then gave up.
Dodge also tried to push it with his weight down onto the inside floor, but found that it did nothing but hurt his shoulder. Thinking about the building all blocked off like this, there wouldve had to have been someone inside, right? Calling out seemed like a pretty stupid idea, but if there was somebody inside, it would be the only way to get their attention. Hoping that the somebody would let them in before the nearby infected got onto his calls, Dodge, spoke out in a loud, questioning voice. "Anybody home?" He said, knocking on the cabinate roughly.
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Post by ChazzDv on Jun 29, 2010 3:52:07 GMT -5
Drake's uneasy slumber was interupted when he heard banging from the other side of the filing cabinet on the other side of the room. He quickly pointed his gun towards the sounds as he easily stood up and approached the barricaded window. The banging stopped only to be followed by pushing on the filing cabinet from the other side, "Could it be?" Drake thought to himself.
"Anybody home?" An unfamiliar, yet undead man voice rang through the room and danced happily into Drake's ears. A survivor, and hopefully a friendly one at that. Drake quickly holstered his Beretta and happily replied, "Yeah, I'm going to move this cabinet far over enough for you to come in. It's safe in here, none of those abominations. It clear on your end?" Drake asked the strange man as he slowly, but surely pushed the huge cabinet just far enough so the man had enough room to crawl through.
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