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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 19, 2008 0:12:55 GMT -5
A small airport in Stoneville. Once a calm place and now is full of scared people just trying to escape the outbreak.
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Post by chugfat on Mar 4, 2009 19:51:33 GMT -5
MMMMM... Ah...my head MMMMM... Huh? What MMMMMMMMMM... What the hell? MMMMM these are delicious *crunch*crunch* Ah what the f**k Pastor Richards, are-are we in Chicago? In Chicago, eating tacos. Ah man I don’t feel so good...when did we get out of the car? How’d we get into this cafeteria? I don’t really know how *crunch* considering I don’t really know how these things work, but if we're eating something, I wont question it. Have we seen my family yet? f**k no! We can’t just get up to go see your family! We've got more important things to worry about! Such as the Mixing and Reunion! Hmmm maybe then we just might see your mom and dad *crunch* Pastor Richards, you’re acting really weird. And that’s coming from me. Of course I'm acting weird! Don’t you see? This whole town’s gotten weird! Why do you think we're here, sitting alone, eating tacos in a high school cafetorium! Alright I get it. Jeez this is the LONGEST dream I've ever been in. Now are you done eating that taco yet? I want to seem my family- YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR FAMILY DO YOU? YOU WANT TO EXPERIENCE THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT REALLLLYYY IS RIGHT? You want to see how the s***s gonna really go down? Well, actually, when you put it that way, ya, I really do. Then all you have to do to truly feel and complete this magical little ruling iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssss... Dondadada!!!!!!!!! ...Eat a taco? Eat the taco.
"Hey James."
"Argh! Oh holy s*** Pastor Richards you scared me."
"Ha ha ha ha, how are you feeling?"
"Fine I guess. How long was I out?"
"About forty minutes"
"Forty minutes eh? Shouldn’t we be at the airport in a little while?"
"Hmph! We should have been there twenty minutes ago! But there were a few roadblocks set up...oh well, no matter. Now we really should be there in only a few minutes.
James lifted his head from the car headrest as he came back into reality. He knew he was safe and where he was, but he was still remembering the cryptic little dream that he had only seconds earlier. Luckily he wasn’t talking or squirming while he was dreaming or he may have worried Pastor Richards. Or more likely, after having that little dream, James thought that he would be worrying about him. He could remember his dream almost perfectly. What was he talking about?
That thing about the Mixing and Reunion...what could that possibly have to do with anything?
James was also worried about the way the pastor looked in his dream. He wasn’t wearing his long black Pastors dress, it was much more different actually. It sort of reminded him of a movie character he saw once in a Japanese action movie. He wore a large tanned overcoat, had black gloves on, and had an eye patch over his left eye.
Ya, he looked like Goro Majima from Like a Dragon...only this time he was bald…with a public masturbator trench coat.
But the main thing that troubled James was the way The Pastors eyes (or at least, his one good eye) looked in the dream. They had that exact same creepy, black-dark fire as they did when they were back at the cathedral, when The Pastor went into that brief stunt of rage. What could possibly have happened if the Pastor did that any longer? Why exactly would James stick with him?
Because he has the car, that’s why. Simple solution to a simple problem, I guess.
James briefly stretched out, his tall, lanky frame filling up the Camaro's interior. James wasn’t hearing any music, so the Pastor must have turned it off.I guess he must have found the heavy metal. James would have understood if he turned off the music then. The poor old bastards seventy years old isn’t he?
James felt himself getting anxious, which he guessed was the reason for him thinking about calling The Pastor something as disgraceful as that. Just like in his dream, James wanted to be in Chicago, and needed to see his family. And judging by the looks of it, very soon, he would.
"Alright, looks like we're here," Pastor Richards said as they pulled up to the side of the curb. There was a huge parking lot, with many parking spaces, in which many of them were actually filled up with other cars. To James, it was quite a relief to see that this many people had actually survived the second, no, third outbreak of the mysterious cannibal virus that has plagued Raccoon City and Stoneville. There were some military vehicles, as indicated also by the three army clad uniformed soldiers that were slowly approaching The Pastors Camaro.
James could also see something else, besides the military guys approaching. When he looked in through to see the terminal that was heavily guarded by even more military men standing guard, he noticed that he saw what looked to be people. Dozens of people. Maybe even hundreds.
“Yo, look at all of those people in there!” James said excitedly as he pointed at the terminal. James couldn’t help it. After all he’d been through, and after all Pastor Richards had been through these past couple of months they were actually going to be seeing some real, live people. James thought Pastor Richards should be ecstatic. But apparently, Pastor Richards had other things on his mind. “Alright quiet down James, these men are likely going to try to confront us, let me do most of the talking”.
“We’ll see about that”. James and Pastor Richards opened the doors of the Camaro and walked out into the morning sky. The military clad men continued approaching, their guns rose. And from what James knew from his little bit of knowledge of guns, they looked to be the standard issue, fully loaded M4A1’s. Or M16’s.
“State your names”, One of the men said. He was a tall black man who looked to be at least twenty years younger that Pastor Richards, which, in itself, wasn’t’ that young either. James suddenly forgot that The Pastor would do the talking. He thought that since he was meeting people for the first time in months, he would whip up the charm in that instant as well. “I’m James Colplay, this is my good friend and colleague Mr. Pastor Richards”.
“You guy’s both from Stoneville?” Said the tall man.
Pastor Richards glanced quickly at James, obviously a little bit annoyed at the young man suddenly taking charge of the situation.” “Yes we are. I’ve been a pastor at St. Micheals Cathedral for the past twenty years”.
“Hm. I’ll bet old man. And you?”
“Raccoon City, born and raised, but I’ve been living the past four years of my life in Stoneville.”
“Alright, good good. You got anything in that car?”
“Just our weapons just our weapons in the back, and my backpack”, James said.
The tall black military man bobbed his head at one of his soldiers to go check the back of the car. The tall black man had massively long legs, kind of like Usain Bolt, the Olympic runner. The man moved slowly towards the door to the back seat. He opened the door with caution, slung his gun around his waist, and withdrew the contents. The man threw James’ backpack on to the parking lot concrete floor, and took the shovel and crucifix towards his leader.
Usain Bolt shot a glance over towards James. “THESE are your weapons?” He asked suspiciously.
“Yup”, James said as he moved towards the army men a couple of steps. “Just watch out though, they got a little bit of zombie blood on them”.
Usain Bolt raised one of his eyebrows, then began talking quietly to the man who retrieved the weapons. “Get these things the hell out of here”. “Yes sir”, the man said as he began jogging back towards the airport lobby.
“Either of you been bitten or scratched by any of those things out there?”
Pastor Richards and James both shook their heads.
“Well if your not, then come on in and join the party I guess-”
“Hey wait, hang on a second”
Suddenly, the man to the right of Usain Bolt began speaking up. For much of the time he looked like he was in some sort of deep thought, and then he sounded truly excited in a sort of way when he looked at James. He had thick, jet black hair, and was wearing thick rimmed glasses. He looked almost the exact opposite of what many would see as a military soldier.
“You said your name was James Colplay right?”
“Ya…you seen me on Youtube or something?” James smiled a little bit. He thought he had a small musical following on the internet, something that he was a little bit proud of.
“James “Cameron” Colplay?”
This troubled James a little bit. He had never given out his middle name before, and those who knew him by it were only his closest friends and-
Family. Only my closest friends and family know my middle name.
James walked forward to the man who said his name. This made James worried, excited, and a million other different kinds of emotions that he only felt when he thought about his parents and his sister.
Usain Bolt spoke up again, and turned towards the man on his right.
“You mean this is the guy-“
“How do you know my middle name? Who told you that?” James was feeling anxiousness and excitement fueled his curiosity within his lonely soul. It could have been anybody close to him. His mom, dad, sister, or maybe one of his friends. “We were instructed to give you something inside the terminal. We were told that it was important. Please, come inside with us.” The military men began walking back into the lobby as well, as James followed eagerly.
“ It looks like we’ll be getting the VIP treatment, so to speak”, The Pastor said as he slowly walked into the lobby ahead of James, who was stared blankly into space a moment before he snapped out of it and began walking into the lobby after Pastor Richards. James was anxious to see the people inside, hopefully many of them residents of Stoneville. Maybe after he figured out what was going on with this “important thing” that was waiting in the terminal for him, he would try to find some of his friends if they were in here. But who could have given them information like his middle name? His mom or dad, hell, maybe even his sister must have given them something like that. But why wouldn’t she have just tried to find James herself if she was in Stoneville? Had she or his parents came down to the airport from Chicago, or done something right before they left?
What could these people possibly know? (James “Cameron” Colplay and Pastor Phillip Richards have entered Stoneville Airport)
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Post by axeleonth on Aug 6, 2009 16:01:07 GMT -5
[Scott, Craig, Josh, Kelly and Stephanie came from the Stoneville Police department]
Scott and the others, with Craig driving the van, arrived at the airport. "Okay, we need to find some way to get to Racoon City, I'm pretty sure we can't really on aircraft because no one here knows how to fly and I'm pretty sure there is no airport." They all went towards the big glass doors of the airport, and entered. They were only a few people here, but they weren't the only ones entering. "We need something that can protect itself against attacks and something that can move." A person came over. "Sorry, I just overheard, you need a vehicle perhaps?" "Well, yeah, but what type of vehicle?" Scott replied "What about a bus?" The others just looked at him till Craig said, "Well one, where will we find a bus, and two, they can be broken into easily." The man responded, "I have a bus, but I obviously need it anymore, and, there is a lot of tools around an airport, such as screws, metal sheeting, all stuff left over from when the Airport was built, they have never moved it since cause they use it for upgrades. Follow me." The man started walking away, and the group followed.
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They arrived in a big open parking lot at the West Side of the airport. In front of them was one of those luxury coaches that is actuallly an RV, those black $1'000'000 ones. "Hold on a second, you're going to let us use this? It costs so much." The man replied, "I see it as trivial when compared to our lives, there is no price for human life." Scott laughed, "Try telling that to Umbrella" Everyone looked at him, "They're the ones that caused this?" They all looked at each other then back at him. "Really? Wow, and they looks so innocent." Scott laughed again, "They're a large pharmaceutical enterprise with facilities around the world, they pretty much can rule the place if they wanted to, that doesn't look inncoent to me." The group minus Scott just looked around with "Ooohs" and "Ahhs" when realising the truth of his words "Alright then, we better get to work." They moved over to a big pile of materials. Scott and Craig grabbed metal caging for the window and sheeting to plate the bus itself. Kelly and Josh found other materials to be used and Stephanie found screws and other tools that could be used to put it all together. After about 3 hours they were now looking at a bus, with metal everywhere and looked perfect. "We can't thank you enough, you helped us so much." "Thats alright, one person helping another, is nothing." The group said goodbye to the man and Stephanie ran up and hugged him, they then all piled into the bus and Craig sat in the drivers seat. They then drove out of the parking lot and drove towards Raccoon City. "Looks like we'll be there in about two hours, according to the GPS." "Okay, everyone get some rest, Craig, I'll drive." Scott said, they all went to sleep and Scott was driving. "Stephanie, I'll find you soon."
[They are in between Stoneville and Raccoon City, next thread will be in Raccoon City.]
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