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Post by .Merios on Nov 18, 2008 17:33:08 GMT -5
Not much to see here. A massive H painted on the ground within a circle of yellow as well as a storage shed full of miscellaneous tools with nuts and bolts. There's a single staircase that leads into the conference room of the 1st floor on the East side of the roof. There's two beheaded corpses lying in the back, closer to the edge of the railing that looks over the street below. One is actually leaning over the railing and the other is at the other's feet. This isn't too bad of a place to be as long as zombies don't learn how to climb stairs.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 5, 2009 23:14:59 GMT -5
Arc followed Anna up onto the rooftop through the back ally emergency staircase, as he got a good veiw of the streets below from the side. He could see the damage around the city, and the undead stumbling around everywhere. It was hard to beleive that in a nation built around security that we would allow this to happen again, where di we go wrong was the question he asked himself so many times. Would things be different if he stayed? Arc shook his head, and then turned to Anna, speaking out in a lower voice, but strong and audible. "You should know the place well enough... Where should we start?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 5, 2009 23:23:20 GMT -5
Anna walked forward, deciding it was better not to look over the city. It was true she knew this station, this city, like the back of her hand, but she didn't know where to start looking in the RPD. Supplies could be anywhere. It looked the same outside but inside could be completely different.
"I guess we could start searching the 2nd floor. I'd suggest splitting up but you're still injured and limping. Until we grab some radios or something you'll hafta follow me."
As she finished stating her opinion, she heard clicks and something similar to an eerie gasp above. Her eyes widened and she stepped back carefully, putting her arm out in front of Arc.
Perched above the door leading into the RPD, was some sort of inside-out monster. It seemed almost human-esque, with it's massive, exposed brain; making it all the more creepy.
Slowly looking to her side, she caught a glimpse of two others, crawling along the outside walls.
"Sonuva b*tch...not again...." she whispered.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 5, 2009 23:57:33 GMT -5
Arc felt weaker when she spoke about him limping, but now wasnt the time to be worrying about. As the three beasts all caught the scene of them, he drew up his SMG, and aimed it toward the nearest one. "Maybe if we keep calm, they wont even know were here..." But then one of them started at advance, as he boldly pulled the trigger on it, shooting several rounds off toward it. They were quick, and it was hard to be accurate, but he was able to squeeze in two hits. But suddonly, he was out of ammo in his magazine, and was forced to make a full reload. "Gah... Cover me!" Arc dove behind cover in the stairwell, and then exchanged clips. They werent designed for a lot of speed as much as they were for length, any one of those creatures could attack in ten seconds.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 6, 2009 0:09:39 GMT -5
Anna leaped out of the way of an oncoming attack, whipping her shotgun off her back and cocking it.
"Will do!"
She shot at them, cocked it, shot again, throwing two of them back. The third one, however, slashed at her back, luckily she felt the wind of his movements and rolled aside, feeling it's claws scrape against her thigh, ripping the jeans a little...along some of her skin.
"AHH!!" she screamed, holding onto her injured thigh. "MOTHER f**kER!" she yelled, quickly reloading and cocking it again.
BAM! The Licker's brain ripped apart with the spray effect of the shell. It screeched loudly, before dying, making the other two living monster's cringe and slash around aimlessly.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Feb 6, 2009 0:43:00 GMT -5
After reloading his SMG, arc ran back into veiw, and then began firing upon the last two of the creatures. "So much for keeping a low profile..." He saw one of them fly toward him, as he pulled the trigger a few times, popping it back onto the ground. Fireing a few more rounds into its head, finally stopping motionless. The last one would be a peice of back between both Anna and himself having guns trained on it. Second flat, they took it down quickly as it moved. Arc counted a total of only eight rounds used in his clip, as he dropped the SMG to hang on his shoulder. He couldnt help but look at Anna, and see the rip in her jeans. "Couldve been worse... Come on, lets get inside."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 6, 2009 0:56:31 GMT -5
Anna winced and hissed, holding onto her thigh. Blood slipped between the cracks of her fingers. This seemed all too familiar to her, last time she at the RPD almost the exact same thing happened...oh well, it wasn't going to kill her, and she had something for it.
She reached for her the pack on her backside, shuffling around and pulling out some cloth and medical tape. This wouldn't stop the bleeding but it'd definitely apply some pressure and hopefully keep her good for the remainder of their stay.
She wrapped the cloth around her thigh and taped it up, ensuring protection. She then reached back again and pulled out a small pack with two aspirins in it. She ripped it open with her teeth and swallowed the pills whole.
"Ah...huh huh huh....ah damn...let's get the hell inside already...."
[Anna and Arc leave the ROOF TOP and enter the RPD]
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Post by Lance on Mar 20, 2009 0:38:27 GMT -5
Lance looked around cautiusly to make sure he was safe to climb up the stairs to the roof top of the police station. Lance started hearing the wining of the dog that he had tucked away in his coat. Lance looked down and said, "you really need to be quiet so the both of us dont get killed." Right after Lance had said that the dog in his coat had stopped wining. Lance smiled and said, "well at least you know how to listen."
Lance slowly walked up the stairs to the roof top with his gun at point. So he would be ready if anything appeared infront of him. Once he had gotten to the roof top he slipped the green military bag off his bag and set it down and sat down while leaning up against the edge of the side of the ledge. Then he unzipped his coat and looked down at the dog. The dog looked up at him with the same hungry look that it had before when he got him from the pet shop. Lance reached into his green military bag and pulled out a bag of dog food and opened it up. Lance reached into the bag of dog food and pulled out a hand full of dog food and put it infront of the dog.
The dog looked up at Lance like it was asking for permission to eat the food. Lance smiled and said, "go ahead eat it." After Lance said that the dog started to dig into the food. While Lance watched the dog eat he sighed and said, "man I wish I had something to eat." The dog lifted its head up while licking its chops with a look of simpathy on its face. Lance looked over at the dog food bag and swallowed hard. Then he reached over and shoved his free hand into the bag of dog food and pulled out a single piece of dog food and brought it up to his face and looked at it and said to his new companion, "well it wont harm me and its all we got for right now."
Lance put the piece of dog food in his mouth and started to chew quickly and then swallowed. A look a sickness came to Lances face and then he looked down at the dog and said, "how could you eat that stuff all the time. No wander all dogs bage and only eat their dog food when they dont get real food." Lance smiled when he saw that the dog had finished the handful of food that was in his hand. Then he said, "well we need to come up with a name for you, but first we need to find out if your a male or female." Lance lifted the dog up and looked between its legs and said, "well congratulations your a boy. Now we need to find out a name for you. How does Tyrent sound? Since I foudn you during the giant outbreak of the t-virus."
Tyrent started panting and jumping up and down like he liked it. Lance dropped his left arm down and felt a piece of round metal on the ground. He looked over and picked up the piece of metal to see what it was. Once he found out that it was a bullet he knew their had been a fight here and it was still warm. Lance jumped up and pulled out his Dan Wesson M1911 pistol while he was zipping up his coat with Tyrant inside it. Then he reached down with his left hand and picked up his AR15 and then haulstered his pistol. While Lance went to run he gathered up all his stuff and threw the giant green military bag on his back and ran towards the door on the east side of the building.
(Lance and Tyrant are now on the first floor.)
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 16, 2009 14:00:42 GMT -5
The Russian transport helicopter's engine began to sputter causing the Union soldiers onboard to grimace. General Brezhnev got to his feet as they approached the city. Outside of the copter it looked like a battlefield, a war was going on below them, men and women fighting for their survival. But these were also Americans, untrustworthy and vile. His treaty with the men at Hawaii applied only to those following that zealot general there, not to those here.
"Can we make it?" Brezhnev asked the pilot as he looked at the fuel readings.
"We are dangerously low, Comrade General...." the pilot replied, as the helicopter sputtered once again. "The main is nearly empty and reserves will only get us so far. We must find a landing area....and soon."
"There!" Brezhnev shouted, pointing down at the Police Department. "A helicopter landing pad! Take us down, Comrade." Brezhnev said, patting the pilot on the shoulder.
The pilot nodded as he began to prepare for landing.
"Return to your seat, Comrade General and strap in."
Brezhnev complied and felt the helicopter ascend back down to the ground. The Spetsnaz troopers with him checked their weapons and gear as the pilot brought the helicopter down with a light thud. As the landing gear touched ground, the engine, which had been sputtering the entire time, stalled out completely.
"Fuel is too low for me to make take off..." the pilot explained. "If you plan on leaving via this helicopter, we will need more fuel."
"Of course, Comrade..." Brezhnev said as he unbuckled himself. "I am sure that somewhere out there we can find suitable fuel for our transport....if not...we may find suitable transport. Until I find out otherwise, I will leave a three man team to stay with you and the helicopter."
Brezhnev motioned at three of the six Spetsnaz soldiers in his company. The men nodded as they removed their straps. The other three exited the helicopter with their gear and weapons. Brezhnev picked up his AK74U from the rack and exited with the others.
"We will radio if we find fuel..." Brezhnev called as he headed for the door to the police station.
"We will radio ever half hour for status reports." the pilot called back as Brezhnev entered the building.
**General Brezhenv is now on the Second Floor of the RPD**
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on May 30, 2011 14:06:07 GMT -5
OOC: WOW....I posted here about three years ago!
MacGyvers reached the roof top of the police station, breathing heavily as he looked up at the sky. He copped his ears, listening for the incoming whooping of a helicopter, however, all he could hear was that of the moans of the dead and dying in the surrounding city.
"God....where is it?" MacGyvers asked himself, as he continued to scan the sky. He moved from one side of the roof to another, searching for the copter. He had almost lost all hope, when the steady sound of the spinning blades of a helicopter. He pulled a green signal flare from his vest and lit it. He waved the green flame back and forth, sending green smoke up into the air.
"Come on....come on." He muttered, waving the flare back and forth. Then he saw it, the large Chinook transport chopper was here.
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Post by HeruMew on May 30, 2011 15:54:02 GMT -5
When the door to the roof burst open, the unknown person coming through first, he quickly scouted the door. Keeping a firm pressure on the trigger in case anything had followed him. He wasn't one for letting people die so easily. As the sound of spinning blades came into reach of his ears, he perked up slightly. As the green flare was cracked and lit, Heru quickly stood and began to pack up the little equipment he had out. The netting, being shed off, was wrapped neatly around his pack quickly. Looking out over the edge of the building, most of them being right next to each other in this metro area, he quickly took a few steps back... This would be his ride outa here.
With the sounds of the blades approaching closer, Heru ran and jumped the small 4' gap between the nearest building to fill his path to the station. However, what he hadn't compensated for, was the immediate drop. Landing roughly, rolling to his side, he gave out a rough "Oompf.". Getting on his feet, bouncing on them lightly, he now ran forward more prepared. Leaping from roof to roof, this time much more fluid, he finally was only a fire exit and a large drop away.
As he prepared to make the final jump, this being the furthest drop of them all, he spotted two infected making their way up a side ladder. Un-slinging the rifle from his back, he quickly lined up two steady shots and dropped the bodies to the sea of more below. Stepping back finally, slinging the weapon, he lined himself up and began to charge. With a steady and fluid movement he leaped the gap...
Landing hard, a soft grunt of pain coming from the man, he dropped to his side from a mid roll before rolling over to his back, side arm drawn. Flicking off the safety in the same fluid motion that was his draw, he aimed the gun low towards the unknown person. "I'm a friendly, don't fire." He made sure to say this loudly, the sound of the blades would be much louder at this point, he kept his weapon steady to make sure he wouldn't be shot without thought. Slapping his ankle with his free left hand, he checked his pain resistance before slowly getting to his feet. Slipping lightly under the pain, he quickly brought himself to a stance that allowed him quick movements without putting to much weight on the bad ankle.
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Post by Sinn on Jun 1, 2011 20:54:32 GMT -5
Viktor smiled as the Chinook dual Helicopter blades chopped through the air, which was a tune that sang sweet in Viktor's hears. For months he had been hearing moans and growls of thousands if not millions of undead, now he was hearing a sound he hand't heard since his arrival to Raccoon City. He holstered his P99 and pulled a flare from is pouch in his breast pouch of his Dragon Skin vest. He sparked the flare and dropped it in the center of the building, pleanty of room for the helicopter to land.
Viktor's mind was in a state of disbelief, every time he had a chance to get out...Something pulled him back in. First it was information on his parents, who he found dead with a note addressed to him. Then he was ordered to find survivors in the city, and when he did his helicopter was taken down by something, and he never found out what destroyed his ticket out. But it was over...He was finally going home.
Viktor watched as the newly arrived sniper presented himself, making sure the group of commandos didn't mistake him for a Tyrant. Viktor looked at the man, more-over the rifle on his back. Just by looking at the weapon he could tell it was perfectly suited for long-range fighting, the weapon looked as if it chambered a NATO 5.56, just by the sheer size of the magazine. Viktor addressed the newcomer warmly, as he knew the past times couldn't have treated him well, "Welcome, comrade. You are just in time to get the f**k out of this city. Snipers are always a great addition to a team, trust me...I am one."
Hopefully the laid back dispostion would make the introduction that much easier, as almost everyone in the city was one edge and nearly hostile toward everyone they truly didn't know. And for good reason. Viktor watched the Chinook as he took in the sounds of the blades breaking the sound around it.
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Jun 8, 2011 13:55:05 GMT -5
The black cladded mercenary appeared at the top of the steps leading to the roof. Being the last one through, he quickly slammed the door shut and with a quick pull, ripped the door knob off and threw it across the roof where it soared over the side and into the street below. Will turned top face the incoming chopper and the new arrival that was just getting to his feet. From experience, going to the police station was a good way to run into other humans, this situation just added to the fact. The mercenary walked past the marksmen, gave him a nod, and stepped beside MacGyvers.
"So, how do we procede from here?"
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Post by umbrellawesker on Jun 8, 2011 15:26:28 GMT -5
Byron walked to the top to find the door jammed. "Awww, F*ck!" He said and kicked at the door where the knob was. This didnt work so he shot the knob and the door finally opened. He walked out and shut the door behind him.
He checked the ammo for the vector, it was almost gone. He wedged the stock to the gun into the frame of the door. This would hold of the zombies, but not to long. he then walked over to the group.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Jun 10, 2011 21:12:10 GMT -5
As the Chinook came in for a landing on the helipad atop of the RPD, MacGyvers let out a sigh.
"From here?" he replied, turning to Will, as he wiped the sweat beads from his brow. "From here it just gets harder and more complicated."
As the copter landed, MacGyvers made his way to the entryway into the chopper's hold.
"Plenty of room, lads....just hope you don't mind a trip to jolly ol' England....and being blind folded." he said to the stragglers he had encountered on his trip. "Whilst I trust my gasmasked companion with the exact whereabouts of our location, I cannot say the same for the lot of you.....that is the terms to passage on this ride out of Raccoon." MacGyvers said sternly to the group before him.
"Any complaints? Then no ride, plain and simple." he added, as he grabbed a magazine from the ammo cache onboard the helicopter and reloaded his M4.
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