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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 0:39:38 GMT -5
Information: The Navy Pier is a kilometer long pier on the Chicago shoreline. The three different reasons this pier was made for are, of course as a pier, as a college classroom and as a public gathering place. A Farris wheel and many rides can be found located towards the middle of the pier. The morning fog has enveloped the place however, and no sound can be heard what so ever...it’s probably best you didn’t head out onto the pier if you value your life.
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Post by Fox on Oct 29, 2012 15:22:10 GMT -5
A pier. It was quiet here, and the morning gloom did nothing to aid the sight of the vigilant. The pair carefully trotted down the length of the pier, easing their way to possible supply-stocked ships and boxes that could carry non-perishable goods. If all worked out well, Avira and Raiden would eat well for days, if not weeks.
Seeing that there wouldn't be time to use her bow if something came out of the white, fog-filled abyss she stumbled into, Avira stayed her palm close to her magnum, knowing that bullets were precious, so each shot would count. It was a dangerous game the two played, her and her canine partner, but they were well trained, and equipped enough to know how to play by the rules, and twist them around to fit their needs if it may be.
And with Raiden being snow white as he was, he was as a phantom, blending with the fog so well that Avira had to keep a hand on his heavy chain collar to know he was still by her, and any faint growl or stiff muscle would alert her to an unknown presence somewhere out there, in the fog that held death within its grips.
It was almost frightening to be wandering here, but Avira was unaltered, her heart steady and her pulse slow. She was sure the Akita at her side was just as statuesque as she was, hardened by years and years of this death and monster world. Though now, she was a bit nervous, her sight a slight blinded by the overflowing fog over the water, and only faint outlines of rides and perhaps a few shapes of ships could be seen ahead. If there were any undead as well, she wouldn't be able to see them until further on.
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Post by Dean D Jones on Oct 29, 2012 21:57:53 GMT -5
The roaring of a motorcycle could be heard clear as day as it stopped in the middle of what seemed to be a fog.His Dean's hands were clenched on the handle bars which is a sure sign that his nerves were almost to wits end. He attempts to calm himself by breathing slowly but the fact that most of this city was abandoned had only worried him more. He looked to his gas meter which was running straight on Empty as he thought to himself " keep yourself calm Dean. Washington had gone to s*** and we left." His hands finally let go of the bars as they then reached for his black helmet taking it off of his head and slowly setting it in between his waist and the steering wheel.
He begins looking around knowing from his sights on the highway that this city was damn near abandoned. He begins yet again thinking" there seems to be no sign of life anywhere in this state and that is either a good thing or a very bad one and this fog isn't helping things either." He then stood and placed the helmet on his seat after making sure his heart rate was calmed enough to venture out as he says out loud" well it's about time I see how empty this city really is and why." He then slowly made his way through the fog still a bit anxious at the fact he may or may not be alone. His hand then slowly go to his shot gun handles as he awaits for as much as a noise to catch his attention.
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Post by Fox on Oct 30, 2012 22:08:30 GMT -5
It was the roar of the engine they heard first. Six o' clock, directly behind them. Immediately, with no chance to pull out her bow, Avira was forced to whip around and peer into the fog and try to find what was out there. Raiden was by her side, growling, his hackles raised as he grew as nervous as she was. It was a dangerous play they were at, for this could be the last action they ever do again. Avira grasped her magnum with both hands, pointing it out directly in front of her, her face of stone as she zoned out everything around her until she could sort out exactly was what happening.
Since the apocalypse, not all humans had helped one another out. Many had turned this world into a 'dog-eat-dog' one, and it made many wary of another, kept not only the undead killing, but the living killing as well. It seemed no matter what was still walking around, death was still occurring no matter what. It was a sad fate, Avira sadly remarked, but the world as it was, and perhaps no one soul could fix it alone.
Avira was almost aggravated, being so damn close to the ships she sought out, where possible stocks lay and untouched food could be scavenged. She hadn't eaten for days, and Raiden had been living on bare minimum scraps, which meant he couldn't be feeling too well either. Neither would ever be up to their full par ever again, unless they began working for the Umbrella Corporation, but unless the reward was that great, Avira doubted she'd ever agree to that. The perks weren't worth it.
As much as she hated fending for her life was she did, she enjoyed traveling the world and all of it's glory, even in its dead, abandoned state. It was still great, still amazing, still untouched and wondrous and Avira sought to examine it as she survived and killed and lived.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Avira gulped down the stone in her throat, clearing her mind and blinking hard. She saw the bright headlight in the fog, and it wasn't more than a few yards away that a large motor could be heard running. If she hadn't moved, it could be more than likely that she would have been hit. Finally, the young woman decided she'd had enough tension to last a lifetime, though in this world, it was barely enough to last a minute. She didn't look away from the fog, "Raiden, warning."
Immediately, the obedient canine let loose a bark that borderline a short roar, warning what ever human out there, friendly or not, that she was not alone. "The dog won't hesitate to attack by command," she called out into the fog, no tremble in her voice as she kept it stern, her gray gaze scanning the horizon, looking for anyone, yet not seeing a thing. Damn fog. . .
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Post by Dean D Jones on Oct 30, 2012 22:54:30 GMT -5
Dean walked a few steps further from his vehicle as he continued to gaze amongst the fog left to right and right to left. In any direction that seemed possible for him to be attacked by anything. His paranoia had risen pretty high due to the empty city and the blinding fog. In fact for him it was sort of like walking out of the frying pan and into the blazing fire that warmed it because either way he was still unsafe. His breath shortening still as he attempts to keep it under his best control. He then decides to graze the hilt of his shotguns as a desperate attempt to gain better control of himself. His past experience taught him one thing and one thing only which was to be safe and well prepared which he always was.
It wasn't long for him to notice the bark but out of pure reflex he gripped his shotguns with both hands and quickly rose them to chest level. In the process of him raising the guns he as well swung them almost directly at one another except the fact they weren't at the same height so one was higher than the other. Before the guns moved an inch away from each other he fired a warning shot directly towards the barking. This movement was swift and elegant which shows he isn't a beginner at holding a weapon. He then replies to the unfamiliar voice by shouting" Guard dog or not if any of you try to harm me in any way. The next bullet is going straight to you're head." Of course he sounded a bit panicky but he could not help his voice at all.
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Post by Fox on Oct 31, 2012 11:43:24 GMT -5
The cling of wood and metal rang out in the eery fog for what felt like miles, but could have been only yards. She knew what that was. Gun. The girl was young, but she was in no way, shape, or form naive. She felt her heart jump into overdrive and she was about to shout a command at Rai, but she was too late, and the shot wildly scraped against wood and concrete, just barely missing the both of them before they could miss. She gritted her jaws together, teeth grinding and scraping. He was good.
Avira could feel her throat grumbling with the groan of anger coming up as she realized her dog had just been shot at. Her dog. That prick! But he had guns as well, and by the sounds of them, very big ones. She couldn't hope that her bow would aid her now, where she could barely see an unknown target. She was ****ed as hell, but she wasn't out of her mind.
Now of course, as the canine had been trained to do, at the sound of a gunshot toward his master, he attempted to leap forward and attack the hostile human. Avira wouldn't, no, couldn't live with herself if Rai somehow got himself her because she wasn't careful. She reached out and grabbed his heavy chain collar, giving a slight tug and stern, quietly saying, "Heel."
She couldn't be more proud when the Akita Inu swallowed his own blood lust and rage and sat beside her, even keeping his own growls silent. It was a companion such as him that kept living worth living. He was the only thing she still fought for.
Pulling the hammer back on her pistol, but not quite aiming at anything, she called out at the fog. There wasn't much use killing another living being, some one else who had a chance at wiping out more of the monstrosities roaming this earth. She decided she'd propose an idea, "Wouldn't be wise to wipe out a possible ally. I'll be bold and guess it's just you." She swallowed hard, focusing on her words and ignoring how shaky his own were. "Name's Avira. If you're here to rob me, you'll be sorely disappointed. I don't have anything. But I have a hunch there might be something on the ships out there, if you're willing to partner up." Maybe if he was with another human, even for a few minutes, she could calm him down. He sounded far too nervous to be stable, and it was dangerous to be as he was. It wasn't safe to be like him; she had to help him somehow.
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Post by Dean D Jones on Oct 31, 2012 22:41:55 GMT -5
The guns shaked a little within the depth of the fog a she listened closely to the voices in the distance.He heard a dog who was clearly ticked off by his warning shot and wanted a peace of him. Which of course did not help calm him down but something else however did. The words she spoke showed him that she was not there to rob nor mug him. It was obvious to see she didn't have the man power nor weaponry to stand up to what he had or she would have used it by now. He began his attempts at relaxing as he looked about the fog. His heart rate did go down some but he still however had an aerie filling standing still in the middle of possible nothingness.
He finally gets enough courage to yell out" I am not here to rob you but however I do need transportation." He finally decided it was time to place the gun's back in there holster's and just as swift as he upholstered them he placed them in their holster the same way. He still held his hands over the hilts however just in case he needed them as he finally announced" I will gladly work for transportation if you're dog won't bite me however."
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Post by Fox on Nov 1, 2012 6:11:07 GMT -5
"You've got my word," the young woman called out, seeking forth, following the voice who claimed he needed no real supplies, but was in dangerous needs of transportation. Did he speak of the loud motor he came on? Because, of course, it couldn't be that good of a coincidence that he happened to show up at the exact same time a revving motor, loud and raunchy, came ripping along her way. Coincidences didn't happen in this world, not anymore.
She no longer had to keep a close eye on her dog, he understood the command, and the Akita Inu trotted slowly by her side, keeping step for step as they sought out the man that shot at them. The white beast was probably confused now, but he never disobeyed, and that kept them alive.
Another five steps into the eery white fluff and she could tell a definite shape, a humanoid, though whether it was the man she spoke to or not was still unknown. She stopped for a moment, her breath stilled, her dog frozen, her eyes stuck on it as he watched it for movements, and finally decided it was the safe human she was speaking to when the man put his massive shotguns away in holsters, in a fashion Avira could hardly say was careful about the triggers, but he seemed to know what he was doing.
She took another couple steps, finally before the man, putting her magnum limp at her side as she placed it back in her holster. He still seemed as if nerves were the one thing still driving him, and Avira wondered if things were different for everyone. Yes, not everyone could be as a cold-driven as her, but what if everyone were just scared, beaten-into-fighting terriers? Were we all fighting for something not quite worth it when the humans didn't show much more personality than the undead they fought?
"The dog's harmless unless I tell it to be, as I'm sure the statement is true for you're weaponry, is it not?" Avira gave a small attempt at a grin, a crooked smirk showing on her face as she met the eyes of the tall, heavily built man before her. He looked as if he was built for power and strength, and if it came to a fight, she'd rely on all the speed and agility she had to simply wear him out.
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Post by Dean D Jones on Nov 1, 2012 9:56:14 GMT -5
He glanced to the shadows walking up to him as he suddenly noticed there were only two of them but neither the less they did threaten him in one way or the other so his hands stayed on his guns for a while. All this time in a world full of monsters disguised as humans had truly took it's toll on him. He listens to her tone and questioning closely as he continues to stare at the dog. The white fur reminded him of one of his most favorite animals which were wolves. He loved how they were free to leave and stay in one place however long they pleased which is the same as what he did but the only difference was they traveled in packs and he did not. Being alone for so long did get him a little lonely without some one or thing to d connect to.He nods as an answer and states" that's right. I won't pull out my guns." His hands then glide to his side as the right hand extends tot he girl for a shake as he continues" and you will keep the dog at yield while I work for transportation." He didn't smile because he lacked reason to. All he did was blankly stair at her while keeping a cautious yet interesting eye on her dog.
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Post by Fox on Nov 1, 2012 21:16:43 GMT -5
He was a moving mountain, and the threat of it made a stone crawl into her throat. What if the man wasn't as he said, and her life was in danger more than ever? This had to be the worst game she'd ever played, at least with the monsters she'd faced out the real world, she could plainly see which ones were to be killed and which ones weren't. But what of all those people who'd merely lost their ways in the insanity of this maze-like apocalypse, slowly losing their minds? It was as impossible to see their true needs, their true desires, their true character as it was to see clearly through this thick fog.
The thought gave her some fear to devour, and her stomach turned sour as it shook off the horror and turned down the cold, icy feeling that had began to crawl up her spine. No, she would not lose her nerve now. It was a necessary, vital thing, and without it, she might be the very being she wondered about.
Raiden was sitting now, his head up high as he stared at the man before them, this beast of a human, not for a moment fearful of death, it seemed. The dog was too brave to be let loose on his own, and without Avira's constant guard, she feared for his well-being. Her Akita was not fit to be an Alpha, no matter how much she wished she could train him to be. Perhaps another trick done with the S.T.A.R.S. canine unit she was employed in under the Umbrella Corporation, a few chemicals here and there while the poor dog was still a pup and he'd be out of control forever. Out of control for all but one soul, making him a one-person dog, the ultimate loyal companion. He'd never betray her, not even if it meant death. Avira wished otherwise.
Her stomach growled and she had to grasp it lightly with her hand as she listened to the man, "Yes, well if it's all the same to you, I'm starving." She smiled, even at herself, a slight twinge of regret at her own actions. For the past few weeks, whatever rations she found, she gave the majority to the Akita Inu, for he used up more carbohydrates than she did, and it made only common sense to give him what he needed. So as she did that, it forced her to keep anything but water out of her system for the past four days, making her head spin occasionally and forever causing her hunger.
She noticed the wide hand of the man before her, and she wondered whether or not she should complete the action taken by the man. She didn't even know his name, though he was no making an attempt to make up for it. Would it change things? Patch up the wounds that had been gashed in such a small amount of time? It caused a grit in her jaw, but Avira reached out, grasping the hand and attempting a decent shake. "Avira, the ghost dog is Raiden." She introduced herself, smiling warmly, hoping this wouldn't end in her death.
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Post by Dean D Jones on Nov 1, 2012 21:41:18 GMT -5
He gripped her hand hard as he shook it a few. His gaze finally going upon her pure black eyes as if he was searching through her very soul. HE finally states at least a hint of his name as he says" D. Jones is the name." He dared not say his whole name as he was still trying his best to be safe. The world around him was like a cage to his soul and anyone or thing surrounding him was nothing more than a mere animal trying to feast upon him for meat. Thinking this way may or may not had been dangerous but it was still his thoughts on life,
Dean had let loose of her hand and immediately began explaining" OK so these are my terms of service." His hands went from shaking her hands with his right to placing his left hand at his abdomen as his right hand would be counting off from one to the list of terms. Meanwhile he continues stating" One I do not kill people. Two We are on a first name basis till I feel the need otherwise which means I am D and not Jones. Three if I see a weapon raised against me and that does mean fangs I will counteract no matter what you say. Four If I say split leave the area with no questions asked and five I will not carry you anywhere. I have enough weight of my own to manage." He finally lays down the law for her as he prepares to do whatever task she wishes without any knowledge of what it is.
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Post by Fox on Nov 1, 2012 21:58:54 GMT -5
D. Dee? Or D? Was it simply a letter or a shortened nickname for a name she knew nothing of? She could feel her cheeks grow warm with scarlet as her hand was released and he immediately began to rationalize his sense of being here with a set of rules. For her. Embarrassment and rage seemed to bubble its way up her gut, and Avira had to bite her tongue not to flat out scream at the man to screw off and find his own 'transportation'.
Her head was beginning to pound, and with the blood roaring in her ears came the burning of adrenaline, and her mind began to realize it was dizzy and she almost fainted then and there, her empty stomach finally almost giving out on her. Oh, she was starving, and she'd give anything for an apple pie, or even, just an apple, to satisfy the craving for food. She felt almost as insatiable as those things she killed to stay alive.
She narrowed her stormy gray gaze, and despite the fact that he towered over her, she held back none of the rebellious defiance in her scorn. "I am standing here on my own two feet, am I not? I believe I have been capable of taking care of myself in this insanity of a hell for far too long."
The girl rolled her lithe shoulders, her light body moving with it as she turned around and began to stalk back into the gloom. "I don't believe I need any of your rules for guidance, Dee"
Quickly, her palm found her bow and she took it off her back, knocking it with an arrow as she spoke to her dog, "Watch." Now that she had a guard, she was free to not pay attention as hard as she had been and do other things instead of fear for the things the bump in the night, or rather, the morning. "The ships are of this way, Mr. Dee. Let us see if we can't find you some fuel."
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Post by Dean D Jones on Nov 1, 2012 22:29:54 GMT -5
A smirk grew upon Dean's face as he seen the anger and rage grow from her which of course to him proved her harmless as he slowly followed behind her.For once in some time he began to actually feel a little safe with his company but he still would exercise caution any chance he got.He looked about every now and then to catch a gimps of something yet nothing appeared through the fog but her shadow. It was like finding playing follow the leader blindfolded. Even if you knew the leader well you could not fully trust their judgment yet he wasn't too outspoken with the way she is guiding him. He only stays quiet and makes certain that his hands always stayed near the hilt of his guns.
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Post by Dean D Jones on Nov 7, 2012 1:57:50 GMT -5
Moments after their departure Dean began to had an aerie feeling as if he was being watched. He looked back only to see the dog but his senses saw a whole lot more in the murky fog around them but he didn't see a soul. His hands gripped the hilts this time as his anxiety began to build up deep within him. The air began to become thicker as he had finally snapped.
He immediately ran back the way he came towards his motorcycle and leaped over it. His hands gripped on the handle bars as his leg swung over the seat. The roar of the motor loudly rung as he swerved in a U shaped motion and drove off leaving the woman and her dog behind. He did feel a bit guilty over the matter but he could no longer bare the fog and his anxiousness.
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