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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 19, 2008 2:24:49 GMT -5
A large cathedral in uptown with a cemetary next to it. People come here to pray for safety, but is holy water enough to cleanse the unddead?
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Post by chugfat on Jan 31, 2009 21:20:58 GMT -5
Phillip entered the Cathedral as quick as possible, wanting to avoid any attention from the lost souls that roamed the streets at this time. He went out to the grocery store to fetch more supplies, as he found that he was running low. But however, just as he thought, most of the food had been raided from the store. This was odd, considering just a couple of months ago, the store was packed with goods. If there were that many people left in Stoneville preparing for the outbreak, why did no one come to the cathedral?
Phillip decided against thinking about this. Phillip brought a plank down upon the large cathedral door, it would keep the lost ones out. It worked for the last fourteen years he thought as he proceeded down the walkway to the back of the church. He had to eat something, and continue to pray for this lost town, for this lost world.
(Pastor Phillip Richards has entered St. Micheal's Cathedral)
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Post by chugfat on Feb 16, 2009 20:03:45 GMT -5
James was shaky after his ordeal at the 7/11, but he was tired and also hungry, and waiting to find decent shelter that could have others inhabiting it. As James made his way through the fog towards the large cathedral doors, he thought about who may be inside.While James had been living in Stoneville, he had heard stories from the neighbours and other citizens about how the pastor of the cathedral, Phillip Richards, had saved dozens of people during all three outbreaks over the past fourteen years. He had also heard, that Pastor Richards had also gone completely insane, and that he lived a bizarre secret life as a mysterious cult member.
Then again, there were alot of kids at Westside Highschool that were brain dead likely way before they became zombies.
James approached the cathedral doors, and pushed upon the handle. Locked, but it sounded like there was a large plank stopping his entranceway.James suspected as much, to which this concluded that there may have been, or there may be people inside after all. James began walking and made his way through the fog to the other side of the church which contained the parking lot. James saw a car in one of the parking spaces by a street lamp.
A Camaro...
James remembered that this was indeed Pastor Richards' car, he could remember from seeing the Pastor driving to the church years ago when James went to the church with his dad.How could James have been so stupid? James smacked his forehead wondering why he hadn't tried to knock on the big cathedral door, and ran towards the front entrance again. He was lucky to not have come in contact with any strange creatures at this point either. James knocked on the big door, knowing that this may give away his position towards some unwanted attention. He knew that there was a cemetery right next to this church , he would hate to know how many of the undead had to be or have been here if this was one of their main hang out spots.
Suddenly, James could hear the moans. They were distant, but there were definitely some wanderers lurking around the cemetery during this foggy, gloomy evening.
"Hello? Anyone? Pastor Richards? Its me, James, you knew me from a bunch of years ago-hey, you in there?"
No answer. James decided he would go back to the parking lot, and try to open a side door that led into the cathedral. That would likely be locked to, so he knew that some prying might be going down in order to get inside.James ran back to the parking lot towards the single door. It took him a couple of tries, but he managed to jam the blunt end of his rusty shovel into the side of the door, and pried it open.
It was dark on the inside. Of course, James was scared s***less. He hated the dark, but then again who didn’t? But Pastor or no Pastor, James had some sandwiches he needed to be eating.
(James “Cameron” Coldplay has entered St. Micheal’s Cathedral)
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Post by chugfat on Feb 22, 2009 21:07:54 GMT -5
Phillip heard something from near the cellar, where he kept his dwindling, yet oh so precious food supply. It sounded like a large snap, but he knew that this indicated that the door had either opened, or had been forceably busted open by some unwanted attention.
Phillip stopped his prayer, stood up and clutched his large iron crucifix. If he could save someone elses life with it, the Lord could at least be so kind as to let him use this weapon to save his own.
He marched towards the shadows...right when something appeard. It had the shape of a man, who appeared to be walking normally. Phillip could not seem him clearly, but he knew no one around her could be alive. Even though he was old, Phillip took this opportunity to strike. He raised his iron crucifix, and came down with all of his might at the dark and mysterious being.
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Post by chugfat on Feb 22, 2009 22:41:17 GMT -5
James was walking through the darkness, when he saw the lights on in the large building. James quickly turned back around which lead outside, and closed the door. Miraculously, the large metal door lock wasnt damaged, so James closed it and re-locked it. The lighting also gave view to old man Pastor Richards, the man who James had not seen much of over these past many years. The Pastor began walking towards him, and James sensed that something was seriously wrong. James made the first move of what he hoped would be a short little conversation. James just wanted to talk to someone, something he hadnt done in over two months.
"Hey, Pastor Richards! Oh thank God your alive..."
James didnt notice the strong glint in the Pastor's eyes. Suddenly, the old man raised what appeard to be an iron crucifix over his head, and brought it down quickly towards James' head. Lucky for James, he was young and of course, much faster.
Not wanting to hurt this oviously scared and delusional old man, James quickly just side stepped to the left out of the way, where the old man let out a short cry and toppled over in pain.
"Are you alright?" James went over to the Pastors side, and helped pick him up and guide him over towards one of the church pews. The entire place was massive, James had log forgotten what it was like to be in such an overwhelmingly large place.
James noticed that the old man had relaxed, but he didnt look so well. He had large boils on his bald head, and his long, black dress attire was entirely covered in dust and soot.
It looks like I'm not the only one who has been holed up here in Stoneville.
"James, its good to know that your alive...your father would be happy to see you being able to survive like this..."
James was curious about The Pastors motives, but he likely ccould assume the just of it. If this Pastor had been able to take refuge in this church for all three outbreaks of the mysterious virus that plagued so many people, it would be understandable that for the third time around the old Pastor would come back to, or stay in this kind of place.
But, for the sake of conversation, James decided he would ask about it anyway."Pastor Richards, what are you still doing here? I know people used to come here for protection, but I'm pretty sure that eneryone in Stoneville is gone". James decided not to use words like dead, or lost, as not to trouble the old man, and thought that gone could probably work best as the double standard, for left or dead.
"Tell me James...how is your family doing? I'm not trying to put any pressure on you right now, but it would make me feel so much better to know that at least those who are important to you are still safe".
James couldnt lie to the Pastor...and James felt that it would be appropriate for him to tell as much of what he thought was the truth as possible.
"Pastor, I'll be honest with you, I really dont know how my family is doing. My parents left to go visit my sister in Chicago a week before this outbreak even started...I havent been able to talk to them for months. And I hate to say it Pastor Richards but, everybody else that was close to me besides you in this town are dead."
Pastor Richards turned to James, set his arms down on his lap and then gazed at the floor. James took off his backpack and reached inside and pulled out a couple more bottles of water. "Hey, you want some water, that fall looked pretty nasty."
Pastor Richards smiled and took the bottled water from James' hand. He took a long swallow and exhaled, satisfied. "Mmmm...I may not be as young as I used to be, but I'll be alright. You look like you have supplies, please sit down and eat for a while. I have prayers I would like to resume. Its the last thing I can do for my people." Pastor Richards stood up, looking as though he was fine and walked over to the center of the church. To James' surprise, Pastor Richards resumed his prayer. James reckoned he shouldnt be all to surprised at how The Pastor would resume this type of behaviour even in a time of chaos, seeing how he was a religious man. But James decided he wouldnt worry too much about this for the next few minutes. James reached into his back pack to find the ham and cheese sandwhich, which was surprisingly still good to eat. For the next five minutes, James at most of the food in his backpack while The Pastor sat and prayed.
After James polished off his food, he stood up from where he was sitting and walked over to Pastor Richards who was deep in prayer.
"Hey...Pastor Richards...I understand that your praying and all but...do you plan on staying here until this outbreak blows over again? I know you care about the people of Stoneville more than anybody else, but you cant keep blaming yourself. You've done everything that you could."
James reached towards the kneeling Pastor to rest a hand upon his shoulder, when suddenly, The Pastor smacked his hand back, shaking him away. James saw a made fire within the Pastors eyes, something that was so sudden it almost scared him.
"Dont you touch me! This is the last thing I can do for my people, and you'd better NOT interupt it!"
Moaning sounds were coming from outside, and suddenly a large crash could be heard. It sounded like they were hungry, and the zombies once again, were trying to get in.
"Look Pastor Richards, we need to get the Hell out of here. I saw your car in the driveway, maybe we can use that to get the Hell out-" Another loud crash. More dusturbingly, Pastor Richards continued praying.
"Oh please God, forgive me for how I may have sinned in this time of chaos..."
James knew he had enough. If he wasnt going to be able to get out of here, he would have to drag the old man out by force. James walked up to where The Pastor was praying, and slapped him hard across the face, grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him to his senses. "Pastor Richards, we need to get out of here. And we are going to leave now whether you like it or not. You've done all that you could to protect these people. But the sad truth is, most of them have either left the city or they're dead!"
Another loud crash. James could see an arm reaching through one of the pain glass windows. How many were here? They couldnt have all come from the cemetary... James thought that maybe he attracted the heat he may have brought back from the 7/11.
"I'm sorry James, I, I just dont know whats coming over me." The Pastor stood up and reached around into his pockets. "I have the keys. Now I've gotten old, so we're going to have to move as quickly as possible. Come on, we can leave through the way you came through.
James and the Pastor ran towards the back door. James picked up his backpack that was lying on the ground, and slung it back around his shoulders. James remembered to pick back up his rusty shovel, and quickly grabbed The Pastors iron cross with his left hand. They quickly exited through the back door, and out into the clear, dark blue skied night time.
(James "Cameron" Colplay and Pastor Phillip Richards are now a group)
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Post by chugfat on Feb 22, 2009 23:02:20 GMT -5
James and The Pastor ventured outside.lucky for them the zombies were around to the front entrance leaving them enough time to get into the parking lot. "We should put our weapons in the back," James said. "Theres probably a little bit of the zombie s*** on them that we really shouldnt be sitting on." "Good idea", The Pastor proclaimed as he open the door to the drivers seat. James threw the weapons and his backpack into the back seat of the car just as what semed like an entire army of zombies shambled towards them from around the back of the church and from the area of the front entrance. James hopped into the passenger seat, closed the door and locked the door as The Pastor tried to start the engine. It took him a few tries, but soon enough the engine roared to life, and The Pastor pulled in reverse plowing over a couple of zombies. Pastor Richards slammed on the gas, and within a few seconds, they were out on the road, heading in the direction of Stoneville Airport. James looked back at the zombies who were after them, and all of the small buildings along the way. James rested his head on the back seat and closed his eyes. He opened them briefly, as he noticed in the glove compartment, The Pastor had an iPod hookup. "Hey, mind if I play a little music?" James asked and he took the small piece of equipment out of the glove compartment, and reached into his pocket to find his iPod shuffle. "I hope its not more of your damned metal music" "Ha, no Pastor Richards, just...just something that feels appropriate." "Good then. Just so you know, we're heading to the airport." "Why the airport? Shouldnt that be the number one place to not go at this time?" James then hooked up his mp3, and played the first song from his playlist. www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTsXL9a0jhcFor a few seconds, they said nothing to eachother. Pastor Richards kept his eyes on the road, no other trouble could reach them at this point. James felt warm and protected within The Pastors old vehicle, greatful to be sitting in the slightly tattered, brown leather seats of the old Camaro. "During the last outbreak, they made the area available to those who may be trying to get out of the city, just in case they were not infected. You and I probably would not have noticed, but there might be alot of military activity there." The Pastor turned to James briefly, keeping his eyes on the road. "You probably want to go to Chicago, dont you? But I know that definitely for me at least, its going to be weird leaving Stoneville, especially my cathedral" James nodded."Ya, your right. But I dont know...something tells me that I'm going to be coming back here eventually." The Pastor made a hard right turn, bumping the car up and down a little bit."Its a twenty minute ride, roughly speaking. You should get some rest. Heh, good choice of music by the way. Very appropriate." James would be eternally grateful for what the Pastor was doing for him, but he would remember to thank him later. James had already slipped into a very deep sleep. (James "Cameron" Colplay and Pastor Phillip Richards have left St. Micheal's Cathedral)
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 14, 2010 3:43:29 GMT -5
[Alex and Arc now entering the Cathedral]
Alex eyed Arc and the harsh grip he had on his arm. He could tell there was something bothering him judging by the pained expression he attempted to hide. It was rising some concerns, but Alex figured it was none of his business, so long as he wasn't infected, then it was all okay. As they neared the entrance of the cathedral, they came upon a long, rocky road leading to the stairs of the place.
A flock of crows sat, perched on the large crucifix and pillars, staring down at them with beedy eyes. Alex narrowed his eyes at them, shooing one away as it flew down low, swooping passed them. Suprisingly they hadn't dispersed in an attempt to attack.
"I don't know where to begin when we reach Raccoon, I guess the Police Station or the hospital. Somewhere sensible since I'm positive she's still in the city, more than likely scavenging...you know how Clarissa is," he said, chuckling.
After a moment, he glanced at his old friend, patting his shoulder harshly. "So where the hell you been the passed few years, Griffin?" he asked.
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Post by Winters on Jun 14, 2010 22:58:11 GMT -5
The crows didnt seem to budge after the gunshot. They didnt fly away, nor fly toward them. Arc and Alex had made their was down the path, and Alex was speaking about his daughter, and where she might be. Arc didnt know Clarissa all too well, but well enough to know she would be able to handle herself for as long as it took to find her daddy. She was a strong willed girl, and would doubtfully be in danger. But, Alex would know where she is better then Arc would, so he didnt need to respond to his comment. As for the question about where he was, that was a long story. "Haha, where have I been? Where have you been? It works both ways..."
Once they got inside of the church, the large doors closed shut. They were definitly large enough to keep out any infected, it would take something much larger to get through to them. Which was good, because they needed to rest up. "...Well Alex, ive been working for the BSAA since the start of the outbreak. Takes me all over the place, so its easy you miss me. Right now, im all alone. I think for the most part, ive been pronounced dead by the BSAA, I havent returned direct calls, havent recieved any to do so..."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 15, 2010 13:38:33 GMT -5
Alex nodded understandingly, shining his light around the very dim-lit church. Didn't seem like any undead were around, it was peaceful and smelled clean. That was enough to put the man at ease. Arc was part of the B.S.A.A. An unknown fact until now about his longtime friend. It rose some questions but it was late, they were tired and he was ready to kick back and relax for awhile for as long as possible.
He sighed and seated himself infront of the altar, putting his legs up on another seat ahead and reasting his arms behind his head. His weapon lying in his lap. He stared up at the crucified Christ that hung before them, candles still lit. He was faintly positive they were lit by the priest that he's noticed dead, eyes pecked out outside the cathedral.
"Some people say that God's dead. I'm sure you hear things like that all the time," he said to Arc. He grunted and kept his eyes focused on the mage before him. "I think what He did was teach our asses a lesson. Hell, the world was a giant s*** bag before this happened, now it's clean compared to all the crap that was here before. Murders, rape, racism, gangbanging, s*** like that...all gone.." he mused before frowning slightly.
"The only f**k up I see if that He took my daughter with them..."
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Post by Winters on Jun 16, 2010 15:18:16 GMT -5
This was something that got him think, Arc really hasnt st down and took the time to think about something like that. He had no faith in religion, not interest in it, no beliefe in it what so ever. But the one things hes gathered so far is that that holiest of places have remained a safe haven from the undead. Back during 1998, Arc was on a mission by the South American government to rescue a group of survivors inside of the cathedral. They had been inside of their for months and months, what it faith that was keeping them alive? It could have been the hardened six inch doors, as well, but they survived regardless. Even though Arc wasnt religious, he would like to think that all of this was happening for a reason. "If there was somebody up there, Alex, he stopped caring about the world a long time ago... Were the only ones that can save ourselves."
Arc thought about it a little harder, and remembered a lot of stories he heard as child from the bible. They kind of stuck with him, tales of farmers defending their livestock from wolves, they had some true meaning written between the lines. "When sheep get separated away from the herd, it can be days, even months before they come back. But the thing about the brave, stronger sheep in the herd. They always find their way back home to their shepard..." Alex's daughter would come back, too, they would find eachother. It will be at the most unexpected time, but by then, either of them would care, because just knowing shes safe is all that matters to Alex.
Just then, there was a radio burst transmission, but it wasnt from the BSAA...
"This is Arcian Griffin, whats your status, over ... Havent heard your voice in a long time, do you need something? ... Really? Alright, well go check it out for you, but itll have to wait til tomorrow ... Yeah, ill, tag it, or whatever ... No, no, no, really, ill check it out as soon as I can ... You too, take care of yourself, over and out..." Arc released the radio transmission, whoever was on the other end could only be heard in his ear, and was normally suppose to be private. However, Alex was part of the STARS unit, he would be of great assistance to the task, regardless of them having a squad or not. "Lets get a few hours of sleep, but then were heading off to Raccoon City first thing tomorrow. Theres two survivors at the Hospital, theyre on the second floor."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 18, 2010 1:47:15 GMT -5
Alex listened to Arc speak about his personal outlook on God, then about the sort of encouragment on the probability of finding Clarissa. He shut his eyes momentarily and grunted, nodding a bit.
Now wasn't the time to debate ones religion and it was definitely a nice re-assurance to hear about his kid but it didn't change the fact that the world's a better place without so many intellectually impaired humans ruining everything. Sure it seemed stuck up but it was actually fairly true.
After a short moment, Arc's radio went off and he shared an interesting conversation about two survivors trapped in the hospital. He quickly opened his eyes and dropped his feet from the benches. He sat up straight, glancing at his the other man.
"You sure we should put that off til tomorrow?" Alex mused, wondering about the survivor's fate had they put them off until the coming day. Didn't seem smart and it definitely wasn't something he was prepared to do.
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Post by Winters on Jun 18, 2010 4:14:32 GMT -5
Tilting his arm, stretching it behind his back, Arc could feel the muscles tensing up. The ligimants were burning with a cold sensation, but he shrugged it off and instead looked at his wristwatch. His vision was getting very dim, and the redness was starting to take over once again, but he knew it mustve been at least four in the morning by now. It would be different if he was on his own, but being with Alex, Arc didnt have to worry about himself shutting down on the inside while they made it into Raccoon City on foot. He was actually pretty angry with himself on the inside for believing that he wanted to rest, even if he had a good reason to. But this wasnt about him, this was a request from Joey, which meant it couldnt be set aside even for a few hours.
"Your right... Lets get going, we can make it by sunrise if we leave now..." Before they could even reach the doors, the stainglass windows in the place shattered on the right side, and the large black crows scattered around the place. "Run!" Arc and Alex pushed open the church doors with a quick ram, and then sprinted away from the area. Alex was ahead of him, but it might as well have been somebody else, it was just a blur of red at the moment.
[Arc and Alex now at the Raccoon City Hospital]
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 5, 2011 3:40:51 GMT -5
[Crowley is now in the Cathedral]
Crowley had been sitting in the lonely cathedral, awaiting their new applicant. She was looking for someone head strong and emotionally stable. Stable enough to keep a calm composure and do what it took to get the job done. Maybe the new guy would be it.
The brunette carved into the wooden arm rest of the bench she sat on with her knife.
Russian text was etched into the wood. It translated into: "To live is to die." One of the few sayings her father used often.
Eventually, she'd glanced upward at the crucifix hanging above. She was never a religious person. Didn't believe that there was a God or Goddess or Satan, none of that childs play. She believed in here and now, in herself. Using the Cathedral as a meeting spot was more or less because it was completely isolated.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 5, 2011 3:53:27 GMT -5
Scott walked up to the cathedral doors, putting his hand on the doors and stopping to take a deep breath. He put the cold blooded killer face on, and let the breath out. He opened it and made sure it closed behind him before he walked through the center aisle and looked dead ahead. He could see her already, seated near the aisle, carving something in the arm of the pew. He read it quickly out of the corner of his eye and took a seat in the pew ahead of her, off to her right slightly. He leaned back into the bench and sighed as if he were relaxing.
“To live is to die. A bit fatalist, don’t you think?” He said, as if he were talking to himself. He cross his arms and nestled closely to the back of the bench, his hooded sweatshirt bunching up at the front as it stretched at the back. His messenger bag, which he had set next to him, stood at attention because of the amount of gear that was stuffed inside.
“Crowley, I assume?” He asked her.
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 5, 2011 4:16:57 GMT -5
The woman had abruptly stopped the incessant scratching into the arm rest before removing her knife completely from it and foling it within a flick of the wrist. She'd kept eye contact away from the man. She knew what he looked like already, no need to look at him.
"Yes and you're Scott. I'll make this brief, what kind of salary are you looking for?"
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