Aria of Souls
Zombie Hunter
"May the cadenza of the symphony... begin"
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Post by Aria of Souls on Dec 15, 2008 9:44:06 GMT -5
(OOC: lol do you want Doc to die 0.0?... Your Poisoned and infected =P, it travels through the mouth, nose, and such of the infected, you were bit, well I guess Doc wouldn't know about Ari's side effects, she was able to dodge, and not get hurt, but at the side effect of going into sleep, what will Doc do 0.0? try finding a antidote? Better hurry =P, He's poisoned!)
Ari was a bit unconcious, she hadn't expected the man to do such a thing, this mistake could cost both their lives and Amy's well being! How could this happen?! Ari looked at the man the wound in his arm, poison and infection he wouldn't last long... What could the dog do! It wasn't like she had a antidote for poison, nor a viral cure, Ari began to growl at the man knowing he would soon become one of the infected, or would he? The poison could possibly kill the virus, or have some effect thus remove the risk of him becoming an infected human wandering the streets, but even so he was going to die soon. Maybe Ari should kill the man, he would have a quick less painful death.
The realization then hit her, she had used her immediate adrenaline store within her body, she was able to move at extreme speeds along with have high strength levels, she had wasted it in some way, she would soon enough lose the rush of blood within her eyes thus causing them to turn back to normal, but instead would go into a state of unconciousness for around a day, this was bad indeed... Ari could feel the effects wear off, she was slowly blacking out, she stopped growling and begun to lose her balance, slowly falling to the ground. Ari fell into deep sleep and would not wake up for a day or so, soon enough Ari was deep in sleep recovering.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Dec 16, 2008 0:28:02 GMT -5
DJ saw the dog pass out and caught it as it hit the ground. He felt a little confused, but the burning in his arm made him forget about it. "Jesus..." He checked it and saw it bubble a little. That made him queezy, and he looked madly around the room. Maybe their was an anti-venom for the cut. He then saw the box with the red cross on it. Holding the dog in one arm, he opened it up and began sifting through it.
The bite was from a Giant Anaconda, so he skipped through A-F and just looked for G. He found it, and there was just enough left. He grabbed a syringe from the dispenser, which surprisingly still stocked, and pulled it up. He flicked it, shot a little out, and then took a deep breath. He hated needles, but didn't cry out as he hit the vein in his arm. "Mmmmm...." He made a slight noise of pain as he threw the syringe down. He tore his shirt sleeve and wrapped it up quickly.
Now he needed to get out. He threw his MP5 around his back, then held the dog in both hands. He sprinted hard and slammed into a wooden door, surprisingly clear. The room behind him littered with snakes, he moved quickly and made it to another room with a window out of the hell-hole. He checked around for the birds, but didn't see any. He decided to wait a little bit, reflecting on the fact that he would have to end his life pretty soon if he started feeling cold or disoriented. He hoped maybe he wouldn't have to, maybe he was given the grace of god to not be infected.
But, then again, what made him any different than anyone else. He had nothing different. He was just another Umbrella tool, destined to die like all the other Umbrella tools: By their own mistakes. He shook his head, as he often does, and held made sure his pistol was ready to do the deed should it come to that.
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Aria of Souls
Zombie Hunter
"May the cadenza of the symphony... begin"
Posts: 396
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Post by Aria of Souls on Dec 16, 2008 3:16:59 GMT -5
OOC: Just to tell you Ari will be unconcious for a whole day 0.0, using that for 10 minutes will cause her to need sleep for 24 hours, yah I guess I used it foolishly, but nothing can be done about it now. Thing DJ is infected now maybe not poisoned XD, but still infected, he won't go full zombie for a while, but think about outbreak, soon enough you get the urge to want to kill teammates/etc, so take this into factor =P. Oh I'll be RPing Ari's dreams/such... lol not much I can do. So please forgive Ari for not doing anything, but question so are you carrying a 87 pound dog around 0.0... lol lets try to think up something I'll place a post in off topic about how we should go from where we are XD. It'll be called Raccoon Zoo: Escape?
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Post by Doc Holliday on Dec 17, 2008 0:35:38 GMT -5
DJ looked out of the window, putting the dog down he opened it. Then, he picked it back up, resting it on his shoulder and holding it in one arm. He decided to take a route through the hotel for a little bit more cover from the open street. It was starting to get a little darker, and they liked to walk around at night. He started to feel a little hungry, but instantly blocked that out of his mind as hard as he could. He knew what that meant. He began heading for the Sonata Hotel, not seeing anything in the way.
That girl hopefully would be able to end his life. He couldn't bear the thought of killing himself, but if it came down to that, then he had no choice. He couldn't injure the ones he'd been protecting, the people he brought to safety in the airport. Everyone who was infected tried to hide it, but execution was the only cure they had there. No cure was found among the rubble, and the chances of him running into someone with it were slim.
(Doc and Ari moving to Sonata.)
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Rosetta
Survivalist
Zombie Hunting: Its not just a Sport...
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 13, 2009 19:17:20 GMT -5
)(Waylend Kent has entered the Racoon City Zoo area)(
Kent walked calmly down the center of the road, having not seen any landmarks yet, was close to being lost. He hadn't left the Uptown area yet, but was off the main streets. He was walking down a road when something tried to pounce on him from a fire escape, misjudging and, rather than tearing through Kent, knocked him to his knees. The thing, it was a bloody Cerebrus, rolled and got to its feet, and turned, angling its head and body in a predatory stance. Kent didnt bother with his AUG, drawing his S&W Magnum and firing off a round, blowing its head apart. The magnum round kicked hard, and sent a loud bang echoing through the area, alerting everything and everyone that someone had fired a shot. Or rung a dinner bell, in the case of the infected. He reloaded a spare round into the chamber, holstering it and unslinging his AUG.
"Great...now everything in the area knows I'm here. And those things dont travel solo..."
Kent moved forward, keeping to the edge of the road and always sweeping alleys before passing them. After several minutes of this, he reached the gates of a place he had dreaded reaching, somewhere that actually troubled and spooked him. He paled under his mask, looking at the large sign that said, in no uncertain terms, he was at the main gate of the Racoon City Zoo. This place was a hotspot of the worse mutations. He wasnt sure what was out there, but this was a bad place to be. He sighed, leaning against a building and sitting down, lowering his head and stared down at the ground, the stock of the AUG planted on the ground as well. He muttered to himself, the situation trying to get the better of him.
"Get a grip Soldier. Your not too deep in the woods to be unable to get out yet. This is your breather, keep a watchful eye and stop staring at the bloody cement, nothing coming that way."
Kent didnt stand, but raised his head, having properly bashed himself, and kept a careful watch while he caught his breath. After spending a few minutes resting, he got up and left the area as fast as possible and without incident.
)(Waylend Kent has left the Racoon City Zoo)(
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Post by NotAvailable on May 4, 2010 0:10:38 GMT -5
[Clarissa has entered the Raccoon City Zoo]
A pack of hyena's had been cackling and growling as they gave chase to what looked like a young woman, gun in hand as she tried to take shots at them. They were running so fast, she could barely hit anything. "Crap! Crap, crap crap, super crap!" she yelled, holstering her gun and pumping her arms faster.
"Honestly?! How do I f**kin' get myself into these messes?! I wish dad was here!" she cried out as she leapt over an overturned peanut cart. The mongrels kept chase, vaulting over the cart and two others running around it. For infected hyena's they weren't slow like the people zombies were.
They managed to chase her up a tree like a pack of dogs after a poor little kitty. She perched herself on a limb high up, her foot slipping a bit. She glared down and tried to reach for her gun, only to have it slip out of her grasp. "Awww..."
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Post by Winters on May 4, 2010 0:31:10 GMT -5
What the hell was I thinking? Doing Joey a favor, or just running from his past, either two of those thoughts worked for me. Guess it was a little of both, so get a hold of yourself, and finish what you started. Leaving Lisa wasnt in his best interest, but it was for the better. He wasnt getting anywhere distrusting the people who helped him stay alive. Whatever was in Raines, she needed to just unload onto Joey, get it out and of the clear. Logan wanted to be away from her when that happened, it wouldnt be a nice scene at all. Even if it killed him...
Logan ran through the streets, when he heard gunfire coming from inside the Zoo. Voice, to boot, a little girls voice. This wasnt turning out to be the easy trip he was expecting. He really should be getting the hospital and checking up on Joeys daughter, the voice drove him into the Zoo parking lot. Kicking down a door into an ally, he made his way past a small diner, and then to the gate entrance. It was chained up, how did she even get inside? Without thinking, Logan just pulled out his revolver, and fired a round at the lock. After it apparently cracked, he kicked it off with his heel, and swung open the steel gate.
As he entered, he saw two dogs, no, these were different. They ran toward him, one following the other. At the last second, Logan dodged out of the way, and fired a round into the skull of one once it stopped to turn. As for the second, it jumped, nearly biting him in the arm. Instead, it knocked him onto his back, and then sprung back to get another pounce in. But at this time, Logan raised his leg, kicking it off to the side. Kneeling on top of his neck, he could feel it kicking its hind legs against the ground, and blood salivating from its mouth. Pushing his knee closer, he heard a snap, ensuring a kill. Logan brushed the dirt from his sweater, and stood up, looking around. Where the hell is that girl?
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Post by NotAvailable on May 4, 2010 0:40:46 GMT -5
A pine cone had smacked one of the hyena's in the noggin, it yelped and tried scartching at the tree as if that was going to do anything. Of course neither did the pine cone... Clarissa narrowed her eyes down at it and took a glance at her pistol. "You suck, hyena!" she yelled. When she took the time to look over at the older man kicking the crap out of two or three of them, she waved her hands.
"Hey! I'm up here!" she shouted before losing her balance and slipping off the branch, barely catching it with her hands. The hyena anxiously leapt up and down on it's hind legs, nearly biting her foot. She kicked her right foot down, smacking it in the face. "Beat it, fido!"
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Post by Winters on May 4, 2010 1:46:25 GMT -5
With the knocked over dog like creature, Logan aimed his revolver at its head an nearly point blank, and firing off the loud .44 round. Looking up at the kid, who had dropped down below to the ground soon after, Logan gave her a wild look before scanning around for anymore of them. "What are you doing here? You couldve gotten yourself killed..." Walking away from the little girl, he scanned around even more. It was pretty quiet, and there didnt seem to be any animals in any of the cages. This gave him an even more disturbed feeling, they mustve been out prowling around like those dogs. Turning back to the girl, Logan spoke out again, questioning her. "How old are you? Are you with anybody else?"
As Logan spoke, he reached into his pocket, and took out two rounds. Spinning open the cylander from the magnum revolver, he popped in both of the bullets, and then spun it closed again. With a quick hand movement, he twirled the gun around his finger, and then holstered it inside his pants pocket. It wasnt the gun he was used to, but seems he still had the technique down from years of experience.
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Post by NotAvailable on May 4, 2010 1:52:35 GMT -5
Clarissa had patted herself off and knelt down, grasping onto her fallen sidearm and holstering it in her belt. She looked back up, quirking an eyebrow as she was practically cross examined by this dude. She didn't know which question to even answer as of now. He came off as kind of an ass, then again she'd be highstrung too since it's the end of the world and all.
"Er, I- I was uh, hm, what am I doin' here anyway?" she asked herself, thinking for a moment. When the rest of the questions sunk in, she smiled a bit. "I came here cause I was chased by some big ass monkey thing. It was all white and missing skin. So I hopped the fence and then got chased by a pack of hyenas. I didn't know I was in the zoo. I ain't exactly from around here," she explained.
After about another pause, she decided to quickly answer the man's other questions. "I'm 17. Er, or am I 18? I can't remember...but yeah, I'm not with anyone in particular. I'm just lookin for something to eat and some first aid. See?" she said, showing him the nasty, bloody scrap on the back of her forearm.
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Post by Winters on May 4, 2010 2:39:40 GMT -5
Logan was a little shocked at seeming a young person around, seventeen years old. Reminded him of back when Rey was just that little, years back. Seeing the girls scar, he smirked a little, trying to think of how she couldve gotten it. But he didnt ask, it would be out of line. Finding first aid in a zoo would be like finding something in a cluttered garage. You know where to look, but its just a matter of it being that or not that makes things complicated for you. "Guess we could check the Staff areas, think theyre just north of this conchorus. Are you good to get there on your own?" Logan really wasnt into helping this kid look for some first aid, maybe he could just bring her along to the hospital, would kill to birds with one stone.
But just then, there was a crash coming from the front gate where Logan arrived from. Not willing to stay and find out what it was exactly, he turned to the girl and spoke out in a rushed tone. "Come on, kid!" With that, the both of them began the run to the conchorus door. Kicking it open as he approached it, Logan turned around with his revolver aimed at the doorway, waiting for whatever it was to come through. The girl was making her way to the Staff building when there was a thud between them. Logan turned to see a large ape stained in blood, glaring at him with a violent look. "Your one ugly motherf*cker, arent you?"
Logan stood his ground, not backing away, with the gun aimed and waiting for the creature to make the first move. As it started to thump toward him, Logan fired a .44 round into its leg, only managing to slow it down a little. Its head was moving too much for a good headshot, it was the best thing to do. Not even a second later, the ape jumped onto Logan back, and started to rear down for a bite in between loud yelling. Logan threw himself back against the conchorus wall, slamming the ape into it, and then falling onto the ground. With that, he ran for the Staff building doors, and ran inside with the girl, locking the steel shutter behind him. Looking at the teenage girl, Logan spoke. "...You got a name? Or, I could just keep calling you 'kid' if youd prefer..."
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Post by NotAvailable on May 4, 2010 2:47:45 GMT -5
Clarissa had been trying to reload her gun when Logan had made it inside the staff's lounge. She looked back up at him and noticed some fresh blood on his neck and shoulder. There was no bite, however. Shrugging a bit, she pushed a clip in and took a practice aim before rubbing the back of her head.
"Uh, Oh! My name's Clarissa, or atleast that's what my birth certificate claims. Not that I've ever seen it, butchya know. And you are? Or would you prefer I call you, "Mr. Tall, dirty and angry? I could ya know. That has a ring to it," she said, turning her back to him and shuffling through a nearby desk. Papers and dirty magazines. That was about all that was useful in there. As she looked through the shelves, there was a sudden thunking noise and a dent was placed inside of the metal door.
She glanced back at it and raised a brow. "Hokay.."
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Post by Winters on May 4, 2010 12:46:12 GMT -5
"...Logan." He wasnt much for talking, but it was appropriate to know names. It just made things easier in the longrun. But damn, did she like to talk. A simple question, and its just on and on with this girl. Logan would have stopped her from speaking if it wasnt for the bang on the door next to him. Backing up with the barrel of his revolver aimed, it broke open, exposing a shambler lunging forward. Logan dodged to the side, and kicked the back of the infected, slamming him into the window. It left a good size crack, he noticed this when he rushed to and grabbed it by the neck, slamming it into the glass a few more times before it grabbed onto his arm tightly. Jerking to the right, he plung the zombie into a table, smashing it to peices upon impact.
Reaching down, Logan picked up the broken table leg, and then began to unload his anger into the infected's skull, brains and blood spilling and matting the floor and side wall. As a finally, he drove it into its eye socket, forcing it in tightly, and then pryed its face in two. Standing up straight now, Logan looked at Clarissa, scraping off the mess from the end of the wooden piece on the corner of a shelf. "It really... Doesnt make it easy... When your... Low on ammo..." Breathing heavy, that was the first time he had vented in quite some time, he was always just so happy with Lisa, its all that mattered. Logan was never good on his own, but he wasnt any good at being with other people, either. Only Lisa...
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Post by NotAvailable on May 4, 2010 13:22:29 GMT -5
Clarissa winced and flinched as she watched Logan tearing into that zombie. It almost made her feel bad for it. When he mentioned something about it not being easy when you're low on ammo, she nodded acknowledging that she understood. "Right..." she said, developing slight anxiety around the big guy. Glancing over at another shelf a bit away from the man and the corpse, she tried to walk over the body, slipped on some of it's leaving a little but managed to keep herself upright.
When she reached out to grasp on the object, she saw it was a large, sleek, box. Shaking it a bit, she opened it to find a tranquilizer gun with a few darts on the side. She pulled it out and raised a brow. Of course it wasn't completely out of place seeing as this was the zoo. It wasn't first aid, but maybe it'd come in handy later. With hostile humans, atleast.
"Well there's nothing in here, so I guess I should be on my way then, Logan. Nice meeting ya," she said, bidding him farewell as she pushed the shutter door open. She stuck her head out, but hadn't seen anything as of yet. She waved a little and went expecting to be on her own, merry little way when loud cawing had broke the silence of night.
'Those aren't crows...' she thought, glancing up as four, large, tropical birds had circled around her and darted down in an attempt to grasp onto any flesh they could. She dropped the tranq gun and whipped her pistol back out, ficing her aim at the first one and sending a bullet into it's face, ripping it's beak and little head apart. She took a shot at another one, but it flew aside as the other three had been smart enough to fly around her, pecking at her hair and arms.
She grunted and smacked one away with the side of her gun and elbowed another, re-directing itself toward Logan who had been trying to knock some of them back with the table leg. Upon ridding herself of another bird, she glanced over and aimed at one of the birds that dove at him from an angle.
She took in a breath and pulled the trigger, the bird dropped like a bad habit onto the ground. She was trying to shoot at the others that attacked him, but they were so close to him she was afraid she'd hit him by accident. "Try to knock one this way!" she called out.
When he managed to strike one aside, anot shot and then another and the birds were all dead on the ground in a bloody mess. Clarissa lowered her weapon and switched glances up at Logan and the birds. Things had gotten quiet again but not for long. The gunshots had caught the attention of something off in the zoo. A loud roar had hung off in the distance. Then another.
"That can't be good."
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Post by Winters on May 5, 2010 1:12:59 GMT -5
The birds were the easy part, Logan knew how to handle them from a previous encounter. But the roar, this was something unexpected. A lion? I tiger? Who really knew, who really cared. Until it showed itself, they didnt have to worry about it. As he lay the wood on the ground, he watched the blood dripping off onto the pavement, Logan thought about Lisa. Maybe leaving was a bad idea, but he had to point out the foolishness in Joeys mistake. There was something to be done, something that needed to be done, at the Raccoon City Hospital. He had a bad feeling that something wasnt right, nothing was ever right. Not since this started up again.
Brushing all of that off into the back of his find for the time being, Logan flexed his hand, and picked up the wood again. There was always the strain of hitting something hard with an object, it felt like back when he was a criminal, beating apartment people for vengence. That was pure Logan holding that wood like it was a murder weapon, it suited him very well. But it reminded him of the conflict between Raine and Joey. She had done so much to that man, and still lived with a smile. It was scary to know there were much colder people out their then himself, but at least he had a reason. Clerissa was talking to him, asking wether he was sticking around or not. Repeating his name, almost like he was in a daze. When finally, he brought his head into reality, and spoke. "Yeah, for real... We head back to the diner, or continue inside. Your call, little lady."
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