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Post by sethjohnson on May 22, 2010 2:51:19 GMT -5
As Seth enters the room he heres a noise in the distance of the hotel that startles him. He keeps his M-4 up and ready, finger already on the trigger scaning the room. His heart pumping eyes wide he forgets how tired he is. ZOMBIES! The word yells to him in his mind over and over again, but nothing, noone is around. could have been from one the other rooms. He tells himself this but Seth doesnt plan to stay around to check it out. He scans the room one last time then stops keeping very quiet makeing shore he hears no other noises.
After a minute of dead silence he lowers his weapon and lets out a sigh of releaf. clear. he sais walking over to the desk and takeing a seat on it, then looking at his watch. 3am turning his com on and pressing the button on the microphone located by his neck he begins speaking. C>" Pitt bull to Raven over" he waits for a moment listing to the crackle of the radio, nothing. C> Pitt bull to Raven Pit bull to Raven over" still nothing. Seth pulls the pack of marlboro reds out his pocket and lights ones, his ear peace still crackling, no response. He turns it off.
His rally point was due 10 miles north outside of Raccoon City but now Charles the Teams pilot was not responds; for all that Seth knew he could be dead. Turning his com off he sits there and smokes his cigarette trying to formulate a new plan. If i head to the rally point and hes not there im f**ked! What if he landed and the zombies got to him? there would be a black hawk with a full tank of gas. what if a psycodic survivor shot him down? all these questions circulated his mind and then more with not one answer. He just sits there smokes his cigarette and ponders. " What is my next move?"
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Post by sethjohnson on May 23, 2010 2:27:12 GMT -5
[Seth leaves the sonata hotel]
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 31, 2010 10:46:55 GMT -5
)(Jaya, Aya and Pat has entered from The Streets [JAP for short])(
Splinters flew in every direction as a steely boot crashed through the weak back door of the hotel, crusted with charcoal and mild embers much like some of the adorned wall around it. Aya's youthful features mucked with black spots of ash; she held up her arm to cover her eyes from the sting of the smoke, a low posture employed. The hotel was on fire.
One hour earlier...
"Making it the most ethically correct path to travel,"
Aya smiled. Although little had she realized that a wall of inferno had grown blocking their path entirely; the route had indeed been quiet except for the illusive obstacle. Some time was utilized to check how far it reached exactly, "It's down South West..." she turned around on her spot on top of the tower, clinging to the radio pole, huffing to acheive this and grumbling when seeing the sight in the other direction, "...and way up North East as well," the Ivory girl hopped down, "Doesn't look like any of it's being contained... it could go on further even if we chased to go around it-" she sat down on the West Park tower bench, "Gahd. I'm sorry guys," she apologized resting her head in her hands, her fingers wound through her hair, "I didn't expect a fricking fire to be in our way," she gestured violently in the direction of the orange glow.
In comparison, a fire didn't seem as bad as infected; only in obsevation though. Unlike zombies a fire is dynamic, unpredictable. Aya rocked her jaw once, looking up at Jay. There was now a huge chance Eli could break further away; only one option stood open to them. The adolescent palmed her forehead and ran her hand down her face, "We find the easiest way through and fight the fire any way we can," she slapped her hands on her knees looking between Patrick and Jay. They all knew it; they'd had experience with 'danger', a little burning wouldn't do much to waver their stance. Aya just couldn't help but feel contradicted; and as long as a giant clump of wood didn't land on their head they'd be alright.
Aya fit down the guard hatch, readying herself on the ladder all the way to the bottom, "We'll try to avoid the blaze as best we can. After that we'll just plough our way through and hope for the best," and with that she slid down into the darkness.
The place was absolutely filled with smoke, the freshly kicked down door likely being the first location for it to exit from as it fumed out the frame. Visibility was killed entirely, Aya lowered her chest to the floor now and again to get a good idea of what was fully ahead of them. She turned around, "R-right..." coughing, "If we can find an inner square we might have some fresh air to use while moving through the building. Doesn't look like this particular spot has a fire going on so when you... feel heat... report if you think it's a dangerous... direction," the girl felt dizzy from the smoke, her train of thought being brought down a notch, "Just be careful,"
Moving down the hall, it was easy to hear that most of the blaze were on the upper floors; drips of condensation dropping from the ceiling in several places. Images of being crushed by support bars flashed through Aya's mind. Her balance was thrown way off when her foot slipped unexpectadly; she nearly cursed from the happening. Her vision may not have been at its peak, but Aya was confident what she'd stepped on was some weird organic matter bringing her head in closely to observe. Slightly opaque, green, weird goo oozed from minute orrifices on the meaty blob. Aya lurched after witnessing it, an alien life; she kicked at it but it remained stuck fast. It was small and insignificant, they could pass it if Aya could step on it, but it seemed inconsistent in some way.
"Watch your step," Aya noted pointing to the ground before continuing down the corridor, juggling between arms when passing room doors in case any of them decided to blow open.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 1, 2010 0:31:21 GMT -5
The smoke had been seeping through the frame of the door for sometime now as Aya, Patrick, and Jay all stood before it. Suddenly the teenager too ka step forward and hoofed it down, much to the concern of Patrick who’d seen way too many flash fires to ever do that. But low and behold nothing shot out of the door, and as the teen stepped inside Patrick followed closely, being hit by a brick wall of smoke as he stepped inside forcing him to cough tremendously until he brought out a bandana from his pocket and wrapped it quickly around his face. Given the direction the smoke was coming from, Patrick thought it best to follow it although when he started to feel a tremendous amount of heat as he neared the first doorway, he turned back towards the endless oblivion before him, knowing full well both females were there.
“Not this way!” He shouted, but immediately regretted it as he coughed hard into the bandanna and dropped to the ground for a bit of air, sucked in a full lung, and rose back up. A few steps forward and he found a bumbling Jay, and together they found Aya who had come upon a door which upon an inspection by Patrick gave off no heat of any kind. The soldier tested the knob, and the actual door, but neither showed any signs of fire on the other side, so since Aya had graciously popped open the last one, he rose his boot and firmly planted a kick to the knob of the door, not carrying if it was unlocked or otherwise and watched it shatter and swing open.
Bad idea, there was a pinkish crawling thing like from before chowing down on the remains of a survivor, and raised it’s head at the three intruders with predator like instincts. Jay was the first to move, and shouted out a loud ‘Oh s***!’ before ducking out of the doorway, just as the beasts tongue burst from its mouth. Patrick was ill prepared for the attack, and dropped backwards, hitting the ground with a thud as the tongue shot out above him, and in the split second he regained his composure, shifted his gun to full auto, and laid into the monster with a barrage of rounds as it tried to suck it’s tongue back inside.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 4, 2010 0:56:05 GMT -5
Moments after Jay had threw herself out of the way of an oncoming attack from one of those giant ass inside out monsters, she rolled onto her feet, keeping her jacket collar over her nose and mouth, filtering out the smoke. Her eyes burned slightly but she kept them wide open and aware as she watched Patrick tumble down, avoiding an attack set on himself. Aya had been further up and due to the loud sounds of crackling flames, she wa sure she hadn't heard anything.
The young girl had been commenting about something up ahead when the monster had screeched, skittering away from it's now deformed prey and looking about quite baffled. Knowing how the ugly things worked, she knew the sounds of speech and feet were drowned out by the fire and the loud creaking in the floors from all around. So long as it couldn't hear them, per se, they'd be alright.
Jay slowly stepped back, reaching a hand out to the soldier little ways away. He had an upperhand whereas, Jay stood smack dab infront of it. She took cautious steps back and looked over her shoulder to ensure she wouldn't walk haphazardly into anyother dangers. She pointed at the man's weapon as the licker slowly edged in Jay's direction unknowingly. When Patrick caught a glimpse of her gesture he brought his weapon up to neutralize it when Jay grasped onto Aya's shoulder slightly.
Upon catching her attention, she looked down at the monster that was perched between both themselves and Patrick, tongue flicking out and wagging around. That was the strangest position she'd ever seen them in before.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 4, 2010 5:53:40 GMT -5
Aya shrieked from the sudden burst of gunfire; it hadn't registered as gunfire exactly making the Ivory girl's mind jump to conclusions, the fear of not knowing exactly what was going on. She'd had her arms to her head covering her ears, waiting for the roof to collapse on her or something, when a hand clasped down on her shoulder and spun the startled teen around to see what was going on.
Cheeks puffed out, Aya looked to the dead Licker with wide eyes. The darn thing could have killed all of them without the trio even knowing what had happened; Aya gave the thumbs up to Pat and Jay, grateful that she had such experienced people with her, 'Gunna have to keep aware for any more,' the girl had concocted a theory that the Lickers were attracted to heat, the past situation adding to the pile of evidence suggesting so. Aya had remained crouched below the smoke for a little longer with Jay and Pat, recovering from the engagement.
There was a subtle sway in the smoke floating down the corridor, a hint of the direction it moved to escape; as Aya had suspected there was a central square midway through the hotel, a thriving flower garden. The windows looking out had been shattered by previous heat and slowly the smoke crawled out of the frames; Aya tracked the door at the end of the hall which lead to the garden square.
Fires on the upper levels were now visible; by some kind of miracle the garden had survived being burnt to a crisp, so far; orange and yellow tags licked the brick walls gradually turning the red clay to a jet black, and a massive grey canopy spread out above them covering the sky. Aya coughed furiously having had little protection from the hazardous gas inside, "-Cough-... nice. If the architecture is feeling generous... -cough-... then this garden may lead directly to the lobby, the front street being just beyond that," ending her guesstimation with another dry cough.
A clear cut path went straight down the middle of the garden; random fire generated explosions on the upper floors caused Aya to flinch now and again covering her head from any debris, embers floating down in a rainy drizzle. The Ivory girl squinted, looking through the darkness at something a little inconsistent with the rest of their surroundings, "What...?" it became more evident visually as they approached:
The entire Northern wall was covered in... flesh? It was the exact same stuff Aya had nearly tripped on back in the hall; an organic blob, only this looked a lot more stabilized with its environment. In particular was the indent of the door leading to the lobby which was filled with the organic matter, Aya stood several metres from it with her hands on her hips, "Someone has got to be laughing down on us..." she crossed her arms looking up; it covered almost everything and webbed out, growing evermore; remnants of the brick wall underneath were visible here and there. Aya approached it closer, carefully outholding a hand to touch the living wall, "Ew..." she withdrew, wiping her hand on her trousers, not a pleasant feeling.
The teenager turned around, shrugging, "Exit's blocked folks," she groaned. Just before walking away though a small pore opened up in the wall and sprayed her back with a green, opaque goo, "Urgh! How the..." Aya had lurched from the feeling, recalling the sensation of a jellyfish being slapped on her back. As Aya tried to look behind herself, get a good view of the attires damage, another pore opened up; this time a shot of flame was fired from the hole engulfing Aya briefly.
Crying out in shock, the place seemed to be full of cheap thrills, the flame hadn't burnt her but the goo on her back turned out to burn quite well. Aya dropped and rolled, flailing, thrashing but the fire on her back wouldn't go out. She pulled the over shirt off in last resort mode throwing it to the side and pushing away from it frantically; it still burned, until nothing was left, "Frick!" the ability to breath escaping the girls grasp for a moment. When she went to move her back screamed feeling the heat vibrate all the way down her spine. The 'F' consonant dragged on from her lips wanting to speak something a little more harsh than her last piece of common vocabulary. Aya pulled on her shirt, black marks covering the back; the wish for packed Aloe Vera crossing her mind.
Aya stood up, using her 1903a3 as a crutch to rest on. Flashing lights flickered all around them suddenly, looking up to see flames blasting all over the organic wall. Aya backed away, "I think we've stumbled across the serial arsonist of Raccoon City," she commented as the fury eventually calmed down. Aya straightened her posture, trying to ignore the grinding pain; she was a little more fussed over how her fringe had been slightly singed, an uneven curve hanging over her forehead.
The Ivory girl scowled, "Welp, looks like we're going to have to find some way through," she negatively mused out loud while mentally adding to her list of screwups in the suggestion of heading through the middle of town, "Like the Bear Hunt story... if we can't go over or under, we'll have to go through it,"
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 5, 2010 21:16:23 GMT -5
Flesh coated the wall, and pulsated with every second sickening Patrick to the core. He felt a burning desire to either vomit or start scrapping the flesh off the wall with a shovel, but he couldn’t tell which. Crouching low to the ground, the soldier did a few breathing exercises to clear out the smoke in his lungs the best he could as he observed the wall of decadence from afar, while at the same time Aya got up close and personal, going so far as to touch it with a quick "Ew...". It was obviously just as gross to feel as it was to look at, and even having seen hundred of corpses both living and undead, Patrick still felt like there was a rock in his stomach that needed to be released.
Glancing down at the concrete slabs forming a path below him, he just missed the pore open and slap Aya on the back with a sickly bubble of slime, but upon hearing "Urgh! How the...", he looked up and was amazed as a ball of fire engulfed the young girl. Within a second he was up, and the fire had withdrawn, seemingly startled by the soldiers sudden movement, but Aya was still on fire; the blob on her back seemed extremely combustible. Dropping to the ground she rolled fruitlessly, leaving Patrick to watch in agony but all the while knowing it was bound to go out, and as she tore off his shirt and tossed it, he walked over to it and crouched near it to get a better look.
Sick crackles and pops emitted from the dying blob, and Patrick shuddered before rising up and returning to the now heavily burned girl, eyeing her back with the eyes of war vet, he carefully prodded it with a finger to gauge its burn degree, and heard a sharp intake on Aya’s part. “Sorry,” He started “We should hit a pharmacy as soon as we’re out of here,” the soldier stopped and took a deep breath, looked up into the sky as the smoke twist majestically into the dark space sky, and then brought his eyes to bear back on the flesh wall.
“This is f**king ridiculous,” Safety off, he unloaded a few rounds into the wall where he thought the door should be.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 5, 2010 22:38:58 GMT -5
)(OoC: :( Trying to create an impassible barrier for the crew here! Like an episode in a television show reserved for overcoming an enemy or something. The flesh has blocked their way out; get too close and it spews goo on you which it uses as a fire starter which can't be put out. Jay, Pat and Aya need to find a way to solve this puzzle without being burned to a crisp... sorry, should have explained that a little more in my last post ^.^')(Scuse the OoC only post too.)(
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 7, 2010 17:50:03 GMT -5
Jay had grasped onto the young girl's bag and pulled her away from the twitching walls. The poor kid was burned pretty roughly, but thankfully it wasn't worse, which she was sure, it could have been had Aya not had someone up there watching her ass. The raven haired woman took a sharp glance back and fourth, Patrick spending two shots on a wall to find a door.
"Look at that, a perfectly good fire extinguisher wrapped in a gooey, acidic, mess," she said, waving away a thick smog that lingered in the air.
She etched closer to one of the walls, away from one of the massive pores along a set of what looked like vines. She poked at one of them and then frowned. She'd seen something similar once before but that was back in the '98 outbreak, wouldn't be suprising to return since they were back in Raccoon afterall.
"I remember the hospital way back when...had this s*** all over too. Of course I wasn't on the inside, I was outside...Heh, guess that wasn't much of a help, eh?" she muttered the last part upon watching another oozing oriface in the wall open and close.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 10, 2010 22:03:58 GMT -5
"Ah, I don't suppose you found a way to stunt or reverse its growth?" Ayame asked politely; it would be valuable information for them if they had it right this instant. She reached around and touched a sore point on her back, wincing, 'Only first degree burns... you'll be right,' what she wouldn't give just to lie down on a giant block of vanilla ice cream.
Two reports echoed through the square. Patrick had gone with more conventional means to create a passage. Holes had been cut into the flesh, but it just seemed to web itself back together and seal the wounds. Several jets of fire shot out in fleshy-wall angst as well to indicate it wasn't happy, "Keep a - very - wide berth," Aya commented, leaning on her knees, "I say we vote to look around and find a weak spot or some way to kill it off. Don't know whether normal plant poison would work on it," the girl was indeed reluctant to take a step closer, but she could help notice something in closer observation.
Flesh was sticking out of one of the drain pipes - no - all of the drain pipes. It was from here that it emerged and grafted itself to the wall. Aya looked about the garden square; there had been a contradiction to the scenario they'd entered which hadn't fully clicked; now she just had to work out what it was precisely.
There wasn't any water coming out of the fountain. A small but articulate statue stood on top of a big marble block, a woman pouring water out of a jug, "'Scuse me miss," Aya mumbled as she stood up onto the block and placed her foot against the vase. It took three big kicks before the arms crumbled and it broke off, left remaining was a limbless woman with a thick string of flesh protruding from her broken chest, "It's in the water reticulation," Aya announced, "Probably all through the system of the building as well. If we need to put a fire out we'll have to find something else,"
Another subject sprung up; if it was in the water system then there were odds it was all below their feet too. Most notably, in the basement or further into the sewers. It's pattern on the wall indicated it moved upwards, as if springing forth from the ground, "Would it be so cliched as to think we could possibly discover a weak spots and peel its growth away?" she hopped off marble block, "No matter what, we aren't getting through there. My blushing back can barrack for that. Let's look for a way to the basement,"
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 14, 2010 1:08:57 GMT -5
The bullets seemed to meld into the fleshy parasite with little resistance, and Patrick let his gun hang from his chest harness with a bit of a sigh, his final measure leaving him scrambling for an answer. He wasn’t left dumbfounded for long however, as a sudden and sharp crack behind him made him turn and watch as the fountain shattered under Aya’s heel and revealed more of the dangerous foe. "It's in the water reticulation, probably all through the system of the building as well. If we need to put a fire out we'll have to find something else," Aya exclaimed, and Patrick felt slow for not realizing it earlier. Indeed the signs were all around them.
"Would it be so cliched as to think we could possibly discover a weak spots and peel its growth away? No matter what, we aren't getting through there. My blushing back can barrack for that. Let's look for a way to the basement," Now there was something the soldier could help, and took the lead back into the building through the way they’d came only a few minutes prior. The thick smoke enveloped the party as they began, and disoriented them greatly, but using a makeshift map he’d assembled in his head, Patrick led them carefully through the burning building, remembering a door he’d seen back by the monster they’d encountered earlier.
In fact they passed the decaying beast in silence, as well as the poor soul it had been munching on before they came upon a door that had been directly across the room from the one they’d opened earlier, with a label emblazoned on the front. However, it was obscured by the smoke, so using his sleeve Patrick cleared enough to read it and was relieved at the sight of ‘Boiler Room – Employees Only’ before tapping the knob. Finding it not especially hot, he popped open the door and proceeded on inside, the smoke dissipating showing the boiler room was apparently unscathed.
(OOC: The boiler room is unscathed because the fire hasn’t burned through the floor above, and the flesh thing is growing through the entire boiler of the hotel, which is wrought iron and very old.)
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 14, 2010 2:07:55 GMT -5
Jay walked through the doorway leading to the boiler room, wondering about the plant issues in the upper stories of the hotel. Certainly Patrick was onto something and it was their only hope to find a source and destroy it. Maybe a bloom or anything that juts out from the vineyards would do the trick. Infact, she could recall someone using a sort of herbicide to help them through, but they were nearing a flowershop outside the hospital so it was easy access unlike their predicament now.
As they walked further in, Jay wandered toward the opposite side of the room, a sudden rush of damp warmth washing over her face. She crinkled her nose and looked forward at a small crack in the wall where some steam poured out. Had she been any closer it'd prolly would have burned her face off.
"So what the hell are we lookin' for down here? All I see is a furnace, some tools and holes in the walls," she began, cringing at the loud whistling sound emitting from the old furnace.
Like that, long vine-like tentacles had lashed out, wrapping around Jay's shoulderspulling her toward one of the darkened corners. Multiple tenticles could be seen swishing around on the floor.
"s***! What the f**k is this?!" Jay yelled, squirming. Another figure emerged from behind the boiler, it was long, tall, had no real face but a long, beak-like mouth that gushed green goo, possibly acid since it sounded like it sizzled.
It was some sort of plant-like creature that lived down in the boiler room. Patrick and Aya had immediately recoiled from shock at the bizarre thing, moving fast to avoid being lashed at. Jay gripped onto the tentacle and struggled under it's strength before reaching for the knife tucked away in her belt, it was tough since it was pinning her shoulder back.
She could feel the tips of her fingers brushing aganst the top of it's hilt.
((I hope it's alright, but I haven't seen anyone whip these bad boys out yet. I figure they'd be around since the plant things that spew out fire came in existence too...))
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 14, 2010 3:19:33 GMT -5
The Ivory girl had ducked just as a threat popped into view, thrashing over her head and latching onto Jay. Instinctively Aya srambled out of the way leaving the woman to deal with the hostile. Emerging from the shadows of the room was a sickeningly freakish monster; its beak-esque face opened, peeling back showing the pink insides and a porous hole in the very centre. It reeled, prepared to spit directly at the trapped Jay. The raven haired girl struggled to reach her combat blade.
Aya's mind flashed briefly, improvising. She heel kicked the taught vine wrapped around Jay's shoulder, pushing it into one of the holes in the wall venting steam. The vine melted in mere seconds and fell limp, green radicals oozing from the severed ends. The vine withdrew and the plant monster seemed to hiss a scream; Aya exploited this, her Pro-9 trained over the pink area and taking a shot. The hollow point punched through damaging one of the four fleshy envelopes severely in the exit wound, "Pat! Keep it off us!" Aya barked moving over to Jay and helping free the girl from her bind, "You alright?" she asked in the mix of untangling the green tentacle.
Another hiss emitted from a dark corner of the room as a second monstrous plant emerged, "Sheesh!" she backed away with Jay, "Pat! There's more of these things!" she noted out loud, "Let's circle around the boiler, lure them so we can reach the door at the other side," the suggestion was put out. The teen was sweating now from the intense heat in the room; she'd grabbed Jay's hand tugging her under the huge pipe of the boiler following Patrick through. They moved slowly giving the plants the benefit of the doubt but making sure to avoid the green vines that lashed out.
Slamming the door shut, Aya wound the crank handle ninety degrees to the left taking a step back. In the beginning there was only banging, but slowly it turned into the rattling of the crank as it slowly began to turn to the right. Pat threw a small fold up chair to Aya who wedged it firmly behind the crank, "Should to the trick for a bit,"
The room they were in now was akin to a tool shed and night house. One guy probably stayed down here to keep everything in working order, a desk to one side, a small cot on the other; a lamp in one corner of the room fizzled generating the only light. For a fleeting moment Aya had regretted the suggestion of entering the claustrophobic room as no adjacent exits appeared seemed readily available; then the hole in the floor was noticed.
Aya crouched down beside it and held her hand open, "There's a draft..." she commented, "I can hear water, it's gotta be sewers," her nightvision flicked down, "Peculiar... there're inscriptions covering all of the walls, they look like scribbles or something," leaning in to look at them more closely proved that they held a much more sinister value, "Whoever did this certainly had some issues. Drew, like, piles of headless bodies... some weird flower with a mangy face. Great artwork, I just feel his or her area of expertise is a little misplaced,"
The Ivory girl hoisted herself back up sitting beside the hole, flicking the NV off and propping it up, "Y'know, I could help but noticed how out of character the boiler was acting. Not to mention the horrendous safety issue those fissures in the walls are," she thought out loud, "What if the growth is, like, inside it and forcing a buildup? If we found the water inlet we could use it like a steam cooker, build up enough and it'd pop its top--" before Aya could finish her sentence a menacing roar emitted from the hole leading to the sewer; she jumped up, backinging away to another wall.
Her hands landed on something thin and loose, stopping next to the lamp, Aya looked down to find the rod of a screw driver; lifting it up to her eye showed cement residue. The teen hummed while fiddling with the only draw in the desk; inside the metal tray was a note pad. Flicking through showed the usual entries of how the guys work sucked and how he needed a vacation. The dating of the entries stopped eventually, the last page with words simply read The Beginning and the End over and over until the bottom of the pad. Curious, Aya looked to the dest noting the same line repeated from where it had ended on the page all the way to the edge of the desk. She slapped the pad shut and threw it in the draw, "Right. Who'd like to go down the dark and narrow hole first?" she offered
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 14, 2010 18:36:33 GMT -5
Vines appeared and Patrick narrowly avoided one, seeing it brush against the top of his rifle before pulling back and slamming himself against the wall, watching the thin and green member wrap itself around Jay’s shoulder and forcefully pull her into the corner it had appeared from. Before the soldier had time to act however, more tendrils appeared, one of which shot directly at him, and with a narrow escape he dove off to the right, landing just a few feet from Jay and Aya as the girl kicked one of the tendrils into a column of steam, severing it with a sickening smell.
Raising himself into a crouch position, Pat shoulder his rifle and traced lines across the room with the muzzle until finally a second of the humanoid looking plant beasts appeared, effectively cornering him and upon seeing it open it’s mouth slightly in a devastating screech, he ripped into it’s face with a barrage of 5.56mm knocking it back from the force and opening a small hole for the three comrades.
Dipping under the massive pipe went the two girls, and Patrick spun around whilst simultaneously slipping under the pipe as well, backed up slowly and put two more rounds into the first beast that followed, the one that Aya had shot. It’d come around another corner of the boiler, with only a few seconds to spare he turned and slid into the room, dropped to a crouched position just inside and watched the teen slam it shut.
With a firm hand he grabbed a nearby chair that was pushed up against a desk, and as he pulled it to him he rose, which slammed the folding chair closed before handing it to Aya as she securely shut it. Bangs were followed by clicks and scratches, but Patrick paid little mind to it and instead rested for a second on the single cot in the room, wiped a bundle of sweat from his forehead and eyed Aya as she inspected everything carefully. She was very intellectual for her age, and keen as well, she’d do good as a soldier though the ‘casual marine’ before popping out his M4 mag and checking it. Empty.
Cycling in a fresh clip and popping the used on into his chest pouch, he realized he had two left, and let the rifle hang snug off his chest as the girl worked, until she found the hole in the middle of the room and popped it open, it was just enough room for a grown man like himself to fit through, the problem was he’d need to remove all of his equipment and go down with only his pistol. A dangerous assignment, but not totally unheard of for the well travelled man, and as she came to the conclusion that it was the only way out and followed it with a question for a volunteer, Patrick of course stood up and began to peel off the battle hardened gear he wore.
First came the rifle, which popped off with a click, and then came his helmet, followed in suit by everything in descending order until he reached his boots and was bare of all equipment. “I’ll go first, can’t let you lovely ladies die,” He smirked warmly, amused by his own remark, having said it literally hundreds of times in the past and dropped to the ground with only his .45 and the four magazines he had left. Placing his feet inside of the hole, he found it perfect for his size and gave a final huff of breathe before glancing up at the ceiling and sliding into the tunnel.
Until he reached his waist he used his boots to hold him tight in the chamber, but when he was sure nothing would catch he began to carefully descend until his head disappeared into the darkness. Shortyl after his foot slipped as the tunnel ended and he dropped a good four feet into the sewers, where he landed hard on the cement walkway that lined the walls and fell back into the wall, choosing it over face planting into the sewage that ran steadily in front of him.
“Throw down my light! I can’t see s*** down here!” He called up, and held his hand up to the hole, not a very daunting task as he had to crouch anyways to fit comfortably within the tight confines of this particular sewer. Had he had a light, he’d have noticed the flesh that lined the formerly moist walls, with the only safe places being the actual walkway, as the sewage that he heard flowing past was a shadow of it’s former self, running carefully upon a long throbbing strand of flesh that covered the entire bottom of the sewage system and ran upwards in very thin vines to the walls where it branched out and covered…everything.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 15, 2010 13:52:38 GMT -5
Jay grunted and brushed off the slimy residue from the tentacle that had once been around her. Had things turned out differently, she was prepared to knock it closer to the boiler, the heat woulda severely seered it leaving it's tentacles on her, but severed from it's burnt up body. Unfortunately, that hadn't happened, but she was safe.
Patrick had jumped down into the hole to inspect it, ensuring it was safe, leaving Aya with Jay. When Patrick asked for his flashlight. Jay dropped it down without warning and casually glanced downward to here a grumble and see a flicker of light illuminate somewhat far down below. As they waited, Jay looked back into the room and noticed something else that seemed out of place.
"Hang on," she told Aya, walking toward the long piece of wood sticking out from behind one of the furnaces. Steam had been spewing througha hole where the stick ended, beneath her was a third creature that was burnt up and melted. She moved around the steam and pulled on the stick, with a tighter grip.
"There's...something..."
CA-CHINK!
Jay stumbled back and nearly fell on her ass, holding the melee weapon in her hands. It was a nice sized fireaxe. Apparently someone else had been here before them. Aya glanced back at her suprised. Echanging glances, Jay grinned deviously.
"This could be of some use," she said, looking down at the vines that crept through one of the holes. She firmly held it, moved it back and then forward, slicing through some of the vines with ease, it was heavy, so it made her lurch over afterwards.
"Maybe Patrick would be more effective with it," she said, striding back toward the hole. "Patrick, is it clear down there or what? Here, dropin somethin' down incase there's vines down there, which I'm sure there is," she said, dropping it down, hearing a loud clacking noise after a a bit.
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