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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 15, 2010 22:56:15 GMT -5
The Ivory teen helped Pat remove his gear, taking it and resting it on the desk. About a minute had passed of echoed grunts as the casual marine made his way to the bottom of the hole, "See anything?" Aya called out; the man asked for his flashlight. She snatched it off the desk and tossed it to Jay who in turned dropped it down the hole, a fleeting thought of whether or not it would be durable enough if Pat missed the catch. Aya was about to fit into the hole, M1903 resting flush with her stomach so the barrel didn't scrape the wall of the hole, when Jay eased a halt. She looked up in time to see the ebony woman withdraw a fire axe from a furnace. "This could be of some use, Maybe Patrick would be more effective with it,""Sure..." Aya remarked as Jay disconnected one of the slimy vines, "I just hope the owner of it doesn't come looking once they discover their wood chopper has gone missing... suppose it might have been that which made the holes in the walls back in the boiler room?" Aya brainstormed. The raven haired girl ushered a move, Aya hopped out of the hole. "Dropin somethin' down incase there's vines down there,"Aya leaned over and elaborated, "Heads on this one!" preferring Pat didn't catch an axe to the face. The teen looked to the ebony woman, "I'll go next, then," fitting into the hole. Even with all of her gear on Aya still didn't fill out much like Patrick had while climbing down; of course, she did mull on the credibility of taking a sniper rifle into potentially narrow sewers with her, but the sentimental value caused her to keep it close at all times. Awkward footing was awkward on the hand cut rungs of the cement ladder in the hole, now and again Aya felt like she was going to slip and grind the rest of the way down. Eventually the humidity picked up giving a decent estimation of how close she was to the bottom. Her legs eventually came loose, nothing left for foot support, "Uh, Pat, reckon you could tell me how far the drop is?"' she asked politely. The girl always had a fear of lack of coordination; if there was no evidence of the outcome then the incentive to let go didn't really exist to her. Eventually she came to her senses though, if Pat did it then why would it be a problem? The Ivory girl squeeked as she fought for balance after landing, her feet killing her after the miscalculation and impact, "Phew..." she took a deep breath having held her O2 for most of the climb, "oh my god," Aya held a hand to her nose, "That smell..." Methane; her left hand pinching the bridge, "I don't think it'd be such a great idea for weapon discharges down here. Our fleshy friend seems like a smelly one too, let's not give it a reason to shoot fire," her M1903a1 was pushed to her back and the NV flicked down.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 16, 2010 0:03:07 GMT -5
The axe hit the floor like a missile, and using his flashlight Patrick turned from observing the fleshy pores along the walls and eyed the jutting hilt of the melee weapon with silent love. It’d bee awhile since he’d wielded one, probably right around his discharge, and Patrick had always loved to use them. Any chance he got he’d swing the vicious weapon for the thrilling feeling of dismembering a head or arm, or leg, or whatever else came in front of the sharp killing tool. With a firm tug, he felt like he was in an English fairytale, only instead of a rock there was instead a cement walkway, and instead of a dishevelled country, there was a nasty, slimy foe that threatened to first cook then eat the combat vet.
Just another day eh?
“Thanks!” Pat called up the narrow pipe as he slide the .45 into his waistband and gripped the weapon with both hands, flashlight held in his hand near the bottom of the hilt. Only a few seconds past before he heard the familiar sliding of another down the pipe, and turned to look up just in time to make out a pair of feet on the last rung of the ladder. "Uh, Pat, reckon you could tell me how far the drop is?" Came Aya’s voice, unsteady as it was, Patrick reckoned, because of the fall that lay below her.
“About four feet, careful with the rebound, you might go over the rail,” And then she dropped with a huff and puff, which turned into more of a squawk than anything and the veteran couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. "Oh my god, that smell...” Another stifle, for some reason Patrick was looser than usual and he knew it was the methane, so he covered up his nose with the collar of his shirt, not much of an improvement but it worked.
“I thought that was just me,” Turning to lead the way, he started down the tunnel passing cursory glances at the flesh that lined the walls, sharp shudders shaking through his body at each pulse and shake. It was terrifying and disgusting all at the same time, but then he could see up ahead that the path turned left, around a corner, and that the tunnel opened up into an expansive darkness which his flashlight was unable to pierce. What should’ve been the sound of running water was instead replaced by a strange beating and rustling, gooey in nature, Patrick knew they found the heart. Or head. Or whatever.
Dropping to a knee he glanced back at Aya as the two waited for Jay to catch up, being only a few meters ahead and close enough that his flashlight was easily spotted.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 18, 2010 2:07:00 GMT -5
Jay dropped down into the opening, her boots clacking against the cold cement as she landed in a crouch. She stood up, the beam from her flashlight had shone on the area around her as she looked about at the stuffy, narrow, passage.
Ahead of her Aya and Patrick had been somewhere. She walked on in her own pace, examining the algae-like substances that stuck to the pipings. It smelled like gasoline. In retrospect, it was a welcoming scent that differed greatly from what she was used to smelling. Rot and decay.
Still though, it wasn't the sort of fumes you'd want to inhale deeply. Not too long after that lingering thought, Jay pulled her jacket over her nose to filter out the air.
The dark haired woman caught up to the trio eventually and upon eyeing Patrick with the axe in his hand, she grinned and laughed shortly before gesturing toward it. "Figured that suit someone like you," she said, casting a glance upward and around where they stood.
"Alright, so we'll be depending soley on Patrick's new toy and maneuvering around things that can potentially kill us, is that right?" she asked a twang of irritation.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 18, 2010 12:46:10 GMT -5
"Only if you want to be negative about it," Aya groaned while reluctantly snapping her hoslter shut, "We could always throw bullets at whatever has plans to maim us," she looked over the hand railing, uneasy refraction from the water shining onto her display, "I think we may be able to abuse it on our way out though. It's as if it's generating an atmosphere for itself; burn it all up, not only does the air split but any oxygen is going to be pulled out of the system as well. After that, in theory, anything organic should be dead,"Pat had gone on further ahead into the system. He'd waited for them at what seemed a suitable location. What they'd stumbled upon was huge; an outlet, probably big enough to fit a small town in if you took away roads and the local tavern; the trio sat snug at the very roof of the outlet. At the very centre was a distinct silhouette, shiny in texture, reaching from the very bottom to the very top like a pillar. None of it was clear, Aya could only make out the blips of refracted light off the surface. Another thing, water had stopped running; even the path they were on held a distinct lack of sewage, "I think there should be a lot more water in here compared to its usual measurement," Aya leaned over the edge looking into the massive chamber, "Estimate," she watched the sparkling refractions from small pools of water, "'Proximately 150 feet. All of the adjacent city blocks sewage must run into here and get funneled out in a larger aqua duct," the group let this mull over for a second, only the sound of dragging air and organic alien noises floating about. The Ivory teen slapped her knee, "'Kay, let's see if we can't find the centre of this thorn," Aya started climbing over the railing and down the ladder, "Water for the boiler must be down here as well,"The ladder was moderately interesting. For safety purposes it was cut into the wall of the outlet and have metal grating guarding it in case you slipped and fell off; it wouldn't stop you from falling down, but it would stop you from falling away from the ladder with no hope of grabbing hold to stunt the drop. Half way down and the ladder stopped, it ended at a catwalk platform. Aya looked over the railing; the organic matter was much more visible now, popping and hissing out more gas. The teen admitted to herself that she was becoming a little light headed; too much of the stuff could end up causing hallucinations or, more worse, faint. Attention turned to the catwalk, a door lead through to a room built into the wall. Peeking through the barred window beside showed dozens upon dozens of copper piping, "Most peculiar," also beside the door glued to the wall sat a name plate; slipped under the laminate written poorly in thick pen was the title 'Sonata Hotel', "I dare say we have our water controls, lady and gent," she rubbed her hands together, "-Ah-" a problem quickly emerging, "Does this stuff have a fetish of doors or something?" the flesh had taken the liberty of covering near all of the door and wrapping tightly around the knob. Aya grabbed hold and attempted tugging twice. The grumpy teen stood back, hands on hips looking at it in disgust. Near immediately after a pore near the door opened up sucking in a heap of gas, "Oh, no! No-no-" Aya panicked, her life flashed before her eyes, and she clamped it shut with her hands; hugging it, almost. Surrounding flesh buldged outwards pushing up and lifting Aya off her feet. A tapping filled the air, her heels were clicking together; had anyone been listening closely enough a repeated 'no place like home' would have been heard from the girl through out the process. There was a dull thump, like someone decided to fist bump a wooden floor, and slowly the flesh started to recede; Aya's feat returned to the cat walk and after another half minute to make sure the pore was done with itself she let go. The hole did open again, but merely wheezed; colour seemed to withdraw, "Right... kill beasty first, then attempt to open door," priorities set, she proceeded to climb down next ladder in the short series. One very long cat walk ran right around the perimetre of the entire outlet providing moderate accessibility. It was the black spots among the flesh covering the sewer floor that stood out like a sore thumb, "That's weird," Aya mumbled while climbing down onto her knees. Closer observation made out a very weird illusion, as if the light in the black spots were more distant. As it turned out it had been Aya's perception of evidence which caused this, and the 'distance' were in fact the truth, "Oh wow..." she braced herself and leaned out to get a good look through the nearest black spot, or 'hole' would be more accurate. The fleshy organic matter had done a fine job of obscuring the entire next level down into the outlet, "It goes further," the teen reported, "Maybe even double the distance. I can see proper water. This thing must be a god damn cork!"What didn't add up were the sparkling pools of water Aya had noticed back in the Sonata's sewer system peering down upon where they now stood. Looking out into the yonder concluded the issue, a brief wave of the flashlight would even make a good summary. Old sewage held suspended by thin membrane, pockets of the stuff all over the place then connected by thicker flesh webbing the entire entity together. More prominantly were the larger waste items the flesh had grabbed a hold of and grown around; barrels, big wooden boxes, sheets of metal. "We'll need to find a suitable path over to that lovely centre piece," Aya had begun to walk along the cat walk, the resonant 'kang' of each foot step bounced all over the place, "The broader bits of..." failing to think of a decent name for the matter, "'Stuff', I guess could be stepping stones. Or maybe the big bits of rubbish,"A tiny white spec infiltrated Aya's nightvision; the teened scoweled, 'So not only is your pin damaged but your display's conking out too?' she silently cursed at the wretched piece of tech. The spec didn't remain stuck to its area though. Aya tried shaking it off; frustrated, she flicked the goggles up her head out of spite. The spec remained, this made absolutely no sense; but Aya worried more that she hadn't correctly realized that an actual form of light was being emitted from the other side of the outlet. She froze in her tracks feeling exposed. The light was at the corresponding tunnel opposite of the Sonata's sewage line. Aya dragged her 1903a1 off her back and peered down the scope, "Don't worry, not taking a shot," she whispered, getting the ebony woman and casual marine clued in. Even with the scopes magnification it was still very faint. Only when the light turn to move it disappeared behind the owners slouched figure leaving a spooky outline of who was carrying it. Eventually the orange glow disappeared completely, "Huh. Wonder if anyone else is having bathroom problems," came the stupid one liner remark, the scout returning to its position behind the teens back, "Wouldn't worry about it," and she continued walking. The city was big enough for people to run into each other, even down in the sewers. They had walked for god knows how long until reaching a spot that looked decent as a hopping path. Looking out to the shiny, fleshy organic pillar in the centre of the outlet seemed so far, "Uhm... I guess the guy with the axe goes first," Aya selfishly noted, "Prolly wanna hit it right the first time, if it chooses to go into defense mode after an incorrect hack," the Ivory girl indicated how volatile their situation was.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 18, 2010 13:11:01 GMT -5
Jay walked through the series of events with Aya, keeping her mouth shut and her jacket firmly up against her nose and mouth. She stumbled forward a little, then stopped altogether when Aya had came to the conclusion that it was for the best that Patrick go first seeing as how he had an axe. She wold go second since she had a combat knife, it was very close quarters but it was still a weapon to use if something went wrong for her or Aya.
Jay's vision momentarily gave out, everything around her became all wonky and blurry. Her head spun and she began coughing violently, apparently she'd taken in too much of that gas despite her efforts not to. The woman finally slumped against one of the walls and tried to keep herself up right. She'd be no good like this, so she knew she'd need to stop and regain her compsoure.
"Wait a moment," she breathed, coughing into her jacket. "Feelin' dizzy. Gimme a second to recover," she finished.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 20, 2010 22:36:24 GMT -5
The beating and rustling had steadly grown stronger as they made their way first down, and then towards the middle pillar that stood erected in the middle of the expansive cavern. As an entire entity the mutation shifted strangely and pours opened and closed right across the board, and Patrick couldn’t help but stare in amazement as Aya tried unsuccessfully to open a door that was behind him. "Does this stuff have a fetish of doors or something?" She asked rhetorically, and Pat ignored here, and even had it been a real question he’d still have ignored it. This being that surrounded them was so immensely intriguing to him, and he couldn’t help but lean out over the rails to look down at the gaping black holes beneath them, looking like massive black heads on the face of a…well whatever this thing was.
"Oh, no! No-no-" The girl muttered, and the soldier tore his eyes from the scene beneath him and watched as Aya, who was extremely close to the flesh covered door, rose up off her feet as the pour in front of her expanded in size. “The f**k?” He muttered and walked closer, examining the situation from the side before the pour popped from the inside strangely, and collapsed inwards, seemingly releasing Aya. But she was fine, and the party continued onwards until finally they found themselves stopping with quite a bit of trash seemingly connecting their part of the catwalk with the spire of the monstrosity.
"Uhm... I guess the guy with the axe goes first. Prolly wanna hit it right the first time, if it chooses to go into defense mode after an incorrect hack," Patrick shot Aya a look like ‘Thanks-a-lot’ and rose a leg over the railing of the catwalk, before swinging over his second and standing with only his heels on the edge of the catwalk. He was hesitant of course. What if the trash gave way and he plummeted down to his ‘untimely’ demise? Fears were a great enemy of the war hero, but he shook his head and turned for what he thought might be his last look at the young lady, Jay having taken a seat nearby.
“Next time you get the axe,” Pat emphasized the last bit and then turend back to the trash, leaping out on a string of faith and landed with a bit of a thud on a half flesh covered oil barrel. Taking the heaps of trash like stepping stones in a small pond, he inched his way closer to the spire, one leap at a time and to his amazement made it to the centerpiece without any harm to his being. “Hah-Ha!” He exclaimed and observed the mutation more closely.
Flashlight in hand, he eyed the beast with contempt, and after taking a close look chose a protruding black orb, much like the pour they’d been attacked by in the past, and lined up his axe. This pour looked different though, with no ‘mouth’ and no visible openings, it looked more like a tumour, that is until it fluttered open and revealed itself to be a massive yellowed eyeball, which blinked as it observed the man before it.
“Holy hell!” Screamed Patrick as he lost his footing and fell backwards, landing right on the fleshy ‘floor’ beneath. In shock he observed the eye closely from the ground, but seconds later found himself sinking into the flesh and began to panic ferociously, but to no avail. It was eating him alive, but Patrick wasn’t about to become a giant sewer dwellers appetizer, and with his still moveable two hands he hoisted the axe up and back, and swung it hard in the direction of the eye. It was about a three foot distance to it, and almost as soon as he’d released the handle the head of the weapon lodged itself deep into the eye, bringing for a jet of deep purple blood and a shrill scream from the pillar. The flesh released its hold at the sudden attack, and Patrick forced himself up off the ground and onto the barrel before vaulting the debris back towards the group.
“Did you see that?! Did you f**king see that?!” He yelled as he heaved himself up and over the railing in one leap and pressed his back against the wall, panting lightly.
(No idea what we're fighting, so I thought I'd improvise.)
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 21, 2010 2:01:01 GMT -5
Jay coughed into her hands and winced when Patrick had been stranded into folds of flesh-like orifaces that gew around the area. When he managed to escape, slam the axe into a massive, yellow, eye, she felt the sting of vomit in her throat before spitting out. That was some f**ked up s*** that made even Jay, worry slightly. When Patrick got to safety, Jay leaned over the railing, reaching for the axe.
"I got it, I got it," she told him as he hesitated momentarily before parting with the axe. Jay turned over to Aya, whom been watching the scene almost mesmerized. Jay glanced about, maneuvering around the smelly pits of skin and vines, making her way to the otherside of the room. Squinting, she could barely make out the faint glint of something shiny which reflected off of their flashlights.
It looked to be a doorknob which was very much attatched to a large door. Problem was, it was covered in grotesque, squishy, flesh. She pushed her back up against the walls when the gurgling of something had rung in her ears. The walls, ceiling and floors began to quiver around them.
"f**kin' sick!" Jay yelled, bringing the axe back and slamming it into the doorway. She pulled back, took in a breath, slammed it forward, exhaled. She repeated this a few times, ripping through some of the flesh and splintered door. All the while, the injured eye had still been moving, some of the vines wiggling and moving around. Some wrapped around Aya's feet, others crept over the railing toward Patrick's legs.
When a few came swishing Jay's way, she jerked her feet around and then stomped on the vines, bringing down the axe on it. "Looks like Pat's friend's taken a likin' to us!" she joked, grimacing a bit.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 21, 2010 4:39:34 GMT -5
)(OoC: It's cool the elaborate; we're all meant to add to what we create.)(
"Did you f**king see that?!”
Confused, Aya wasn't sure whether to applaud Patrick in his query as she was uncertain if it was hype or shock. The opportunity was missed all together as the organic matter started to resort to 'unhappy' mode, purple blood still oozing out of the mother eye and coagulating near immediately.
The Ivory teen had waited for the vines to wrap around her ankles, the glint of her stone stoic combat knife held in space waiting to strike and disconnect the lackey from its band. Aya countered an attack on Pat before he too was ensnared. Meanwhile the sound of axe hitting wood resounded, flesh falling away from the door as Jay broke through to the other side. An access tunnel ran off towards the Sonata Hotel square, the perfect escape for this vicious circle.
"Hang on!" Ayame exclaimed, "Ah... just, go ahead! I'll catch up!" slightly contradicting her initial attention Get. There was still one key issue which required taking care of; it would unlock the door to the lobby of the Sonata, "Just don't get too far ahead!" the mini commando turned on her heal and started bustling down the way they had entered.
A cursive rumble began to quake the sewer cavern; colour had begun to dissipate from the yellow eye and all of the flesh around it. Dribbles of debris fell from the ceiling.
Aya clambered back up the ladder, ducking to one side as a fist sized piece of cement fell past her. The vines wrapped around the knob of the Sonata's water control was vigorously cut from place letting the tumbler turn freely and allow the girl passage, "Hokay... boiler-boiler-boiler..." as soon as the word she mumbled matched the label her eyes drifted over, her hands latched onto the valve and tugged. Violent creaks popped as the rust and corroded metal rubbed against each other, it only needed an inch revolution to move freely though. Aya span the pipe wide open letting whatever water remained to push up through to the boiler, "Normality restored,"
Ducking back outside, the speck of light at the other end of the sewage outlet had returned. Halfway down the ladder, Aya squinted curious as to why the hell it had returned. Just as she was about to look through the scope of her 1903 again, the speck of light dropped. Hugging the ladder, Aya spasmed, "Cripes!" her feet and hands glued to the side, releasing a fraction to allow her to slide all the way down.
Sprinting, as quickly as possible. There was only one thing that speck of light could possibly be, and loosely relating it to the journal she'd read it was possible the owner of the diary (and the axe) wasn't too happy about the beasty he'd stumbled across being severely emasculated. All it'd take was a spark.
It connected, just as Aya reached the door, the flame breaking out of its gas cylinder and flaring into a dome. It was all Aya had taken the opportunity to witness though as she started screaming down the access tunnel, "Run-run-run-run-run!" debris dropping from the cavern behind, it wasn't long until the asronists methane was lighting up and chasing her down the tunnel. Absolute fire and destruction.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jun 23, 2010 13:27:16 GMT -5
The end of the access tunnel was a good hundred meter sprint from the actual beasts cavern, and as it emptied to the outside world, there was a glimmer of light fluttering in from the sealed door at the end. Jay and Pat were about halfway to the door when they heard Aya scream, and turned just in time to see the lick of fire erupted behind her and expand exponentially into a massive ball of fire that hurtled towards them with an intense speed. So they sprinted.
Giving it all he had, Pat hit the door first, and hit it he did as his shoulder flew into the door, destroyed the chain that had held it in place, and forced it to slam on the opposite side of the wall with a resounding BANG! Jay followed short, and as the soldier heaved himself up off the ground (having put so much force into the door he couldn’t remain standing) he watched as Aya closed quickly on the door. The possibility of cremation can make people perform at a higher level than they’d ever expect, and Aya must’ve cleared that hundred meters faster than any record set in the past. So as she flew through the door, Patrick swung her to the right of it, and unintentionally slammed her into the wall, as fire exploded through the door and seared the air around it. They licked upwards, and Pat could already feel the heat causing him to perspire as he watched the orange flames crawl up above the door as the explosion turned into an all encompassing fire.
It wasn’t till a few seconds after that he turned to face Jay and Aya, both of whom seemed to be in fine shape, although the soldier wasn’t sure how hard the girl had hit the wall. Concern emblazoned his face, and he glanced at first Aya, then Jay. “Everyone alright?” Meanwhile in another part of his brain, Patrick wondered which direction to start walking as he suddenly tasted the cool fresh air of the outside world, and heaved both a sigh of relief, and of exhaustion at the problem of heading back to the hotel for his gear. “Should’ve asked em to throw it all down,” He whined in his head, as his hands roamed to the .45 in his waistband and instinctively checked everything about it to make sure it was safe.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 28, 2010 9:32:57 GMT -5
[Ooc: Argh! I forgot about this! El forgivo pleaso.]
Aya had planned on skidding to a halt and shimmying to the side once through the doorway, instead her inertia didn't seem to stop as she nearly went airborne with intense heat burning behind her.
She collided with a hard place and felt the air in her lungs get punched out, winded. Aya held a hand to her stomach trying to breathe. Effectively you never exhale 100% of the oxygen you inhale, bodily measures, so losing the whole lot in winding confuses body and makes you gasp. It took the Ivory girl a moment to recover, stumbling on the spot attempting to keep balance.
A cursory glance to the wall opposite the door, charred and black. There wouldn't have been time to get out of the way.
“Everyone alright?”
Aya nodded, resting on her knees with raspy breathing, "Th-... Thanks Patrick..." she finally made, "Cheers for the assist," being winded sure beat the hell out of being vaporized.
They all spent a couple of minutes to recover, getting over the cheating of death, no doubt mortifying thoughts going through their head of how it may have felt had they been caught in the fire.
Somebody had to move. Anybody. Comfort levels were dropping, getting the trio moving again was the best bet to forget about the entire scenario. Aya stepped over to the well the room lead to, it was a dead end room asides from the hole in the ceiling and thin strip of light shining through. Rusted metal prongs made for the means of a ladder to get out.
Ash and smoke, "Bloody hell, I forgot there was a fire going on. I was sort of hoping for clean air," Aya complained as she climbed out of the hole, a cement tile in front of the fountain in the square being the means of covering it up, "Beats the hell out of fart gas thought," she added, trying to look on the positive spectrum.
The walls around them seemed to moan, the flesh shriveled and some spots of it cracked and peeled off... Most importantly, the cover over the door had collapsed and a clear passage now went through to the lobby and the street beyond. Being perfectly honest with herself, Aya had to agree the smoke wasn't as thick and the night sky was a little more visible. It was slightly possible they'd killed the primary fuel to the raging arson, "I think we can all write this down on our list of 'good deeds,'" she smiled back to the Casual Marine and Ebony woman.
Aya was about to march off through the now open doorway when a through emerged, "Wait!" she pivoted, "Pat, your gear... it's still down in the boiler room," she silently cursed the narrowness of the tunnel, "We'll reprocure first, then head out,"
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 29, 2010 16:59:06 GMT -5
Everything had happened so fast, one minute she was tearing down a door to get her and the others free from the giant, plant beast in the lower levels under the hotel, the next thing she knew, they were outrunning an explosion, nearly losing their youngest member. When she tried to reach for her, Patrick had been the one that was strong enough to yank her through and into safety.
She pressed her back up against a wall with shrivelled, non-lethal vines. Her chest heaved to take in precious air but she suddenly coughed it all out, the smell of burnt wood and charred flesh had still consumed the dying hotel.
"This has got to be bad for our lungs..." she said before glancing over at Patrick as he asked if they were alright. "Yeah, I'm fine. You okay, soldier boy? How about you Aya? You sure you alright? You took a good smack to the wall," she asked, a little concerned about the teen's well-being. It was then after they'd reassured her they were fine, that they decided to head back to boiler to retrieve Patrick's gear.
She grimaced at the idea of going all the back, but what else was there to do? When she brought her hand to her belt, she raised a brow and noticed her prized knife was gone. When she thought back to where it was, she knew it was now long gone in the giant monster room which was probably all burnt to a crisp now.
"Eli's knife.." she said, voice cracking as she looked back at the now black, door.
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Post by Shotgun Yell on Jul 3, 2010 19:47:53 GMT -5
At the thanks from Aya, Pat simply nodded an acknowledgement and pushed himself off the wall, before giving off a bit of a stretch and then following Aya up the ladder. The surface was a deluge of dead or dying flesh, and as the three companions stood sombre at what they had just accomplished, Aya of course decided to break the ice. "I think we can all write this down on our list of 'good deeds,'" Pat stifled a laugh, caused entirely by the loss of oxygen that came with being in a burning inferno, but then remembered his gear just as the teen pointed it out as well.
“Ah, no worries, you guys head out front and I’ll go grab my gear and meet you in the street. Shouldn’t take me more than a minute or two at best,” And with a nod towards the others he turned and hustled through the door they’d went through earlier, bee-lining through the still blazing hotel as if it were his own house. In seconds he’d made it to the boiler room, and pistol in hand he made his way cautiously through it, noting the dying creatures that covered the floor, one he recognized as being the one that had grabbed Jay, made noticeable by it’s severed tendril.
Nothing moved though, and Pat breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way into the backroom and fitted his gear back on his body. When everything was ready and he’d done a couple stretches and moves to make sure it all fit nicely, he left the boiler behind and returned to the first floor. The sound of cracking timber loomed ahead, so he kept up a steady pace as he made his way through the hotel, and just as he left the front door, he heard the sound of a roof collapsing behind him.
“We good to go now?”
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jul 4, 2010 4:36:30 GMT -5
"Righto," the Ivory girl saluted lazily as the casual marine trotted off. Thoughts of the threats they'd stumbled across in the boiler room crossed Aya's mind; yet with the 'death' all around them, it didn't seem practical the vine monsters would still be alive. Probably similar to char grilled cucumber by now.
Ash rose up from every surface in the lobby as the flesh slowly disintegrated, "Huh... it's lighter than air," Aya spoke as her hand was held out horizontally, palm down, a cluster of residue gathering. When she pulled away, the clump continued its ascension towards the ceiling, "Peculiar,"
What looked even more peculiar, though, as they stepped out into the front street of the hotel; the world looked like it was dematerializing, "Stuff must have covered the entire block!" Aya gasped. Each footstep her and Jay took loosened a pile of black ash letting it float up towards the sky. Even more intruigingly was the sink hole down the Sourthern end of the street pulling road and partial pieces of building down, "Now that's a hole," the teen complimented.
“We good to go now?”
Turning to Pat, Aya snapped the bolt back on her Springfield, "Yes, sir!" her hand rising for a more crisp salute this time and flicking the bolt shut as she lowered it, elbow resting on its stock. The trio marched North through the decaying street, dark particles rising to heaven around them, while the white sun slowly climbed the horizon.
"But, ah... no more hotels... At least until we get out of Raccoon,"
)(OoC: Either of you feel free to take it into a new thread ^.^ Either moving onto the Eli story or a whole new adventure all together.)(
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Post by NotAvailable on Jul 6, 2010 1:38:03 GMT -5
((I'll let Shottie choose a thread. :3 ))
Jay walked out behind the two, taking another glance back at the burning hotel that was engulfed in flames. The entrance was now completely caved it, making it impassible. Her black hair moved into her face, quickly being pushed behind her ears, a glare casting up ahead at the others. If it wasn't for the entire mess they lead her into, that knife would still be in her possession.
She listened to both the teen and the soldier speak ahead of her, Aya was bubbly and laughing. Patrick smiling at the young girl, fondly. Something inside of the woman twitched, possibly a nerve or maybe it was a nervous tick. She wanted to feel scorn but it was against all she stood for to stick a knife in anyone's back. Especially since it was a kid involved. They did agree to help her find her long lost friend, afterall.
Her mind shifted back and fourth between blinding anger and flickering with some sort of morale. It was problems like these that got Jeanette into so much trouble before. It was best to tame the wild beast before something awful would befall the two she travelled with. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a clear, sandwich bag of pills, popping one inbetween her teeth and crunching down on it.
"So...where are we heading...?" she asked, her face neutral as she looked about at the trashed streets.
((Have some patience with Jay, please. haha ))
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Post by Misty on Jan 29, 2012 23:05:22 GMT -5
The walk to the hotel was a difficult one for Lisa. She was practically carrying Raine the whole way since she was too drugged to make the short trip herself. Lisa replayed in her head everything that happened less than ten minutes ago. She had never seen Raine go off on Joey like that.. Jonathan maybe, but not Joey. Obviously he knew that she could kill him with little to no effort at all, but he really must care alot about her because he always comes back to her.
Lisa looked at Raine just as they reached the main doors. Her eyes were half open and for the moment, she was calm and looked happy. The door looked as if it was blocked at one point, but now just held shut by a heavy shelf. Letting go of Raine for a second she pushed as hard as she could on the door. It took a little bit, but she was able to get it open enough for her and Raine to squeeze through. Lisa grabbed Raine's arm again and guided her into the hotel, replacing the shelf before moving to the lobby.
Once in the lobby, Lisa could hear male voices coming from another room. She paid no attention to that at the moment as she knew those things outside couldn't speak. Lisa led Raine into the first empty room she found which happened to be a lounge. It looked like a safe place to hide out for a little while, at least until Joey got there and could get them somewhere a little more permanent.
Lisa sat Raine on the couch on the far side of the room and sighed in relief that she no longer had to walk her around. ''Stay right here.. I'm gonna keep a lookout for Joey.'' Lisa hugged Raine and walked to the door. Raine mumbled something but Lisa couldn't really hear it. The only words she could make out was, 'need' and 'Joey'. ''He will be here soon..'' Was all Lisa could say back. She closed the door behind her and walked to the middle of the lobby where the owners of the voices she heard earlier were now standing.
They started to speak and Lisa cut them off, ''We're not infected, no scratches or bites, I'm waiting for someone and she's in there resting. Does that cover everything?'' The men looked at each other then looked back at Lisa, ''Yeah, that's cool darlin.'' The taller guy said and took a seat with his buddy on the other bench against the wall. Lisa kept her hand on her knife and her eye on the lounge as she waited for Joey to get there.
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