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Post by Jak Foster on May 6, 2010 5:15:12 GMT -5
Ayevon talked while rummaging through the various broken glass cabinets, carefully avoiding the sharp edges, picking up bottles and tubes and throwing them on the floor. "Nothing yet - Scratch that, pain pills." He threw them into his bag and searched another cupboard, finding a few more bottles of painkillers, a few surgical syringes and some morphine. "Now thats a find..." He chuckled to himself, gently placing it in the bottom of his rucksack.
He turned to the others, looking out at the window, knowing that he probably just happened to be able to climb it faster than Aly, no gratitude spared for his years of amateur parkour, or free-running. But being as he was, he chose to stay with the majority of the group. It's much safer that way. Especially when they are planning to ascend out of the window to the roof. There was always something big waiting for them on the roof. It was, almost a cliché to find perhaps a few lickers, or one big boss-like creature with a heart that protrudes from its skin, and flesh hard as stone.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 27, 2011 23:36:44 GMT -5
[Jake,Angela,Dragmir have entered the hospital]
When they'd arrived at the hospital, Jake had helped Dragmir into one of the chairs in the main entrance hall and crouched down infront of him as Angela did beside him. When he'd requested blood, Jake was taken aback and his raised brow had formed into two raised brows.
"Wait, what?" he asked, breaking his stoic nature.
Angela didn't know what to do at the moment, the first thing she could think of was to sacrifice her own first. In doing so she'd fiddled through her things and then noticed the K-BAR on Jake's holster. Taking it out of it's sheath she looked back at Dragmir.
"If I give you a little blood will that help? I don't think there's anyone around right now, besides us," she asked,, saddened.
"What?! No way, you can't just cut yourself and drain your own damn blood, that's insane!" Jake said, snatching the knife away.
"Mr.Valentin needs it though, it's a matter of life and death!" she proclaimed.
Jake shook his head. "No, it's a matter of getting him bandaged up and some pain killers. You're not sacrificing your blood. He's not a vamp or anything," he informed her, which made Angela frown further.
"Will it help if I gave you a little? The body can survive on atleast 3 pints of blood, I can give you a pint..."
"THAT'S DANGEROUS!" Jake yelled.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 27, 2011 23:41:52 GMT -5
Dragomir watched as the two agrued. He knew that this Jake fellow was correct, that was a dangerous thing to do. "Angela, I will not drink your blood. Hospital's keep blood stored, remember that." The Death Dealer muttered. He was in pain but he had to hide it. Incase that creature came back. Dragomir moved over to the nearest chair and sat down.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 27, 2011 23:44:39 GMT -5
Angela practically slammed the palm of her hand on her forehead in realization. She was so busy panicking that she'd completely forgotten they'd been inside of a hospital the entire time. Jake looked at the younger woman and then at Dragmir.
"Oh yeah. Huh, slipped my mind...Well if it's blood you need then it's blood you'll get. Lady, stay here with uh, Dracula here. I'm gonna run off to find some bloodpacks or something."
Angela watched him go before facing Dragmir again. "Are you sure you're okay, sir?" she asked.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 28, 2011 0:02:44 GMT -5
"I'm sure. But thank you." He said weakly. Dragomir's vision was begining to get hazy. He was so tired and weak, there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not because he might die, it was something that he could put his finger on. In this short amount of time, Dragomir went from being a terrible monster to something else. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, but this feeling made him feel better. Dragomir closed his eyes. I need to rest[/b], he thought.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 28, 2011 0:10:02 GMT -5
Angela had sighed and sat down in the chair infront of where Dragmir had sat. She'd brushed a hand through her bangs and then rested her cheek in her hand which leaned on the chair arm. She'd looked at the old man concerned and then looked around the entrance hall. It was quiet and there wasn't any sort of threat as far as she could tell. Infact she was disappointed in herself for not even checking to make sure it was safe.
Laying her sidearm in her lap, she spoke up, not sure if Dragmir was listening or not, but to pass time and get their minds off of the current events, she began to speak.
"I remember one time when I was still in Juleyard, I'd performed in their orchestra. I was so nervous that while I was seated with my violin, I'd smacked someone with the bow and poked my other partner in the eye. It was a catastrophe," she said.
It wasn't long before she'd tried raking her brain for other things to talk about.
"I once broke two fingers by clumsily closing the top of the piano on my hand. I couldn't perform for two months, it was pretty funny...er...and painful," she mentioned.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 28, 2011 0:26:28 GMT -5
Dragomir could hear her story and if he could, Dragomir would smile. His whole body was begining to feel heavy. A near death thing was not how people said. They said that your whole life flashed before your eyes but all he saw was the back of his eyelids. Nothing speical about it. Dragomir opened his left eye and faintly smiled. "Remember when we make it out of here, you owe me a piano show."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 28, 2011 0:32:51 GMT -5
Before Angela could respond, Jake had came clambering downstairs and jogged upto them with three packs of blood. He'd knelt down and ripped open a pack before handing it to Dragmir. "Alright, here, hopw this is enough, 3 pints....Jeez you really drink this crap?" he asked.
Angela had sprung to her feet and quickly walked over to where the two men were before clasping her hand together infront of her.
"Go ahead, Mr.Valentin, drink up," she told him, anxiously.
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Post by darkrising025 on Feb 28, 2011 0:39:44 GMT -5
Dragomir opened both eyes and his bloodlust had finally taken over. The Death Dealer grabbed the blood package and began to drink it. He finished it in seconds and grabbed the next, then the last. Dragomir had blood running down his chin and wiped it off. He felt better than he did before. Even though he was still in a terrible amount of pain. The Death Dealer stood up and smiled at Angela. "I'm good for now. Angela, where was the last place that you knew where your brother was?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Mar 8, 2011 23:08:41 GMT -5
Angela was relieved to see that Dragmir was alright but before she could press any further, he'd asked about her brother, which made her a bit saddened. That was the problem, he wasn't in Washington D.C. anymore, their stepmother had taken him away to Las Vegas where it was supposedly infection-free.
She didn't know how she was going to get there. "Las Vegas..." she muttered.
Jake looked between both the man and the woman but when she'd mentioned Las Vegas, he'd suddenly shrugged and figured it wouldn't hurt to help them out.
"Well, I have a car parked back out behind some alleys near the bakery, but that's require chancing an encounter with that monster."
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Post by hypermachinegun on Mar 30, 2011 2:29:13 GMT -5
Miles was walking by the hospital. There weren't much infected on the streets. There were a couple that seemed to be rotting pretty heavily so they probably would've been dead for a long time already. he held on one of his pistols lightly. The dead silence filled the air around him; burnt cars, dry grass, and scattered rubbish surrounded him. He looked at the hospital at his side, it seemed to stand out among the other buildings. Well, the fact that it was a hospital and it was probably the second hospital he has seen for a long time has reminded him of the deadly terror he has experienced in the first one.
He saw a truck parked at the emergency doors. It seemed quite suspicious. He carefully approached the truck and felt its hood. It was still hot. He went to go feel for the other cars but this truck was recently used. Judging from the way it was parked, whoever was driving was inside the building. Miles went and looked in the truck but nothing has really caught his eye.
*creek*
Miles quickly turned around to see a zombie crawling out o one of the doors in a room by the emergency entrance. The infected didn't see him but Miles ducked down anyway and slowly crept outside the truck. Not too long after exiting the truck. Miles heard shattering of the glass by the side of the hospital. He quickly ran to the side of the hospital seeing a rope dangling then tugged from the roof of the hospital. A man peeked out of the window but didn't seem to notice him. Miles heard faint gunshots from the window. Judging from the height they were at the third floor and close to the rooftop. He slowly crept by the wall of the building avoiding to break the glass on the ground to avoid grabbing attentions of possible zombies hiding nearby.
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Post by NotAvailable on May 26, 2011 21:12:30 GMT -5
[Angela and Marc have entered the hospital.]
Angela and Marc had finally made it into the hospital, somehow managing to dodge undead predators along the way with such little protection. Upon entering the run down building, there was absolute darkness, the only light was from the moon peeking through barricaded windows, but there were very few, so it was completely dark.
The could almost hear the condemned building creaking, the foundation settling in it's old age. Other than that, there was a chime from the elevators ahead, swishing and clanking too. They couldn't see it, but a body had laid crushed between the elevator doors and the hospital tile. Needless to say, it was eerie.
Anglela used her good hand to dig into her bag and pull out a neon colored stick. Breaking the top off and tappng it against her thigh, it lit up, illuminating the room in neon blue.
"This is very unsettling..."
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Post by Marc Firewing on May 27, 2011 17:20:22 GMT -5
Complete darkness with little light? Now it was as if they really stepped into the middle of a zombie movie. Once the blue light illluminated the room, you could see how torn apart the hospital really was. If the outside wasn't bad enogh, there was paperwork and chairs scattered everywhere. Looking to Angela, he pat her on the shoulder gently before starting to search the desks and try to find some form of medical supplies. For the moment, he'd forgotten about her wound and how bad it was.
"There's gotta be something around here we can use..."
His footsteps were heard as he moved down the hallways a short distance to check the carts in order to try and find medical supplies. Practically tearing the drawers out of the cart, Marc was finding mainly empty boxes save for a small amount of gauze on a roll which he pocketed instantly. The marked one down, all that was left would be disinfectant and stuff to close up the wound.
"This place has been ransacked, there's hardly anything left."
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Post by NotAvailable on May 27, 2011 21:56:13 GMT -5
Angela had looked around the halls and smiled a bit at Marc. She'd been here before with two other men a few months ago before she'd left D.C. only to return when she'd found out her brother was last seen here. There weren't too many bad things, a few undead and at one point, leeches, other than that, anything really threatening wasn't anywhere in sight.
She'd walked forward, the light stick in one hand and kept her injured hand upward to prevent bleeding out further. Moving further along down the hall, she'd grimaced at the pain in her palm. It was beginning to pulse and it took alot to keep the women from crying over it.
"There should be something in the trauma center upstairs...we should go," she told him, moving toward the staircase. The elevators seemed to be on the fritz anyway and since it was so dark and the possibility of power holding out was futile, she didn't want to chance anything.
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Post by Marc Firewing on May 28, 2011 2:04:54 GMT -5
"How do you...?"
She walked off before he could ask her how she'd known. Suddenly he was enveloped by darkness before he began to chase her and pulled out his sidearm. Turning on its flashlight once more, he began to look down the hall with his gun pointed. The batteries were dying, the light was flickering, just at the right time. Tapping the side of the gun, he tried to keep the batteries lasting as long as they could.
"Crap...C'mon... and I'm out of spares..."
Marc had become overly anxious, he'd hated hospitals since his time in it from what had happened to him. The fact that he still hadn't slept in the least wasn't helping either as he looked left and right, hearing noises that wasn't there. He kept hearing metal scratching, wheels moving, and shuffling. Marc's body was in constant motion, never just walking normally, he was starting to hallucinate and was failing miserably at keeping himself contained. He finally just stopped and slammed his back against a wall and curled up.
"I-I...I can't..."
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