Crystal
Survivalist
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Post by Crystal on May 21, 2009 11:21:09 GMT -5
The young woman looked off to Sara and nodded, "Crystal." first names were not important, she glared at the dead bodies and picked up a stray curtain that had fallen, wrapping the rotten dogs' body up she picked it up and then took the scruff of the woman's collar before dragging her out. "I'll be back in a moment."
She went outside and set the dead woman down, setting the bodies near the pit's she grabbed the woman's collar again and got a piece of rope she found outside the walls, ripped a hole in the woman's shirt and threw the rope over the edge before running up and grabbing the edge herself. Then she quickly pulled herself up and grabbed the rope, inch by inch she pulled the body up and finally threw her over the edge of the wall, Crystal looked down and jumped back down. She quickly tied both collars with the rope and got back on the edge, she dragged both dogs up this time with more frustration and finally got the dead bodies over, throwing the rope over she jumped down and looked at her arms. Covered in blood.
She went back inside and locked the door, then ran over into the kitchen and washed her hands off until they turned red. "I'm not getting infected by those things." She narrowed her eyes and finally turned the water off. She looked over her shoulder and then turned around before propping herself on the counter. She smirked as she saw Sara eat, true Crystal was starving but she could handle it.
"So, where are ya'll from exactly?" She didn't trust them, anyone can turn....
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Post by thegunny on May 21, 2009 15:50:07 GMT -5
Terry had stepped outside into the Garage to grab the pad lock, running his hands delicately along the side of his van as he passed it by, taking a deep sigh as he felt his hands move ever so gently over the many bullet holes that had penetrated its side, and finally approached his trailer. He undid the pad lock and opened it up, walking inside and glanced around to make sure everything was in order. They had gotten what had mattered from his unit at the storage facility, and they had all the stuff that he mainly used the trailer for--- his ammunition handloading equipment was in there, along with some basic gunsmithing tools his mentor had agreed to let him borrow in order to do some work at home.
Terry looked at the ammunition and knew that the shotgun and his Browning BLR takedown had enough ammunition to be a non-issue. The .44 Magnum would last a while considering it was his sidearm.... but they didn't have enough ammunition to survive for as long as Terry figured they would need to with everything else. Terry shut the trailer and walked out of the house, edging along the fence until he found the gate, and then put the pad lock on. Then he went back inside and got Lawton to help him move and shove the houses large T.V from the living room to the front door, and lean it against the door. The TV was gingerly moved in case they ever needed it and would like to plug it in. When the two were done, Terry said to Lawton as they returned to the Kitchen just in time for Crystal to ask a question
Hey dude, I think we should go check out the houses around us and look for stuff to barricade and lock up with. You wanna go head out to the house to the left while I head to the house on the right? Or you wanna stick together?
Terry quickly replied to Crystal
Pine Hollows, Oregon, but I lived in Raccoon city before the outbreak... Went to the university there.
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Post by Lawton on May 22, 2009 13:58:48 GMT -5
Nick (OOC: aka Lawton apparently XD) watched Mikey shakily get to his feet and practically stumble out of the room, apparently going to check the rest of the house. Nick wore a concerned look upon his face. He wasn't sure if Mikey was just easily agitated, but it seemed like something was definitely bothering him. Still, now wasn't the time to ask him. Best to let him walk it off, after all he did nearly just get his face torn off, and Nick imagined how he would feel after such a stressful encounter with 'man's best friend'. Nick turned his attention to their new companion, the one who rescued Mikey from the great dane. He nodded and gave her a slight smile both in thanks and greeting, then looked to Sarah. "Good to see you're awake." He said to her as she started eating her chips. "Name's Nicholas. Your friend with the van bumped into me by the docks." He said, recalling their encounter. "Come to think of it, he nearly ran me over..." He chuckled a bit. He was feeling a bit more secure in this building, and felt he finally had enough comfort to have a conversation. Still, Nick was visibly tense, and every once in a while would glance at the doors and windows that led to the living room.
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Post by therisingstar on May 23, 2009 2:55:18 GMT -5
Sara leaned over the bench, finishing off the rest of the chips. “I was born in Oklahoma, but we moved around a lot… I was living in Raccoon since the past outbreak.” Sara took a seat in the bar, watching as Terry pushed the TV from the living room, into the kitchen and towards the door that opened the garage into the house. He leant the TV against the doorframe—a form of resilience against the monsters, and even humans, that could attack them.
Crystal was leaning against the kitchen bench, her hands wet and slippery—Sara still couldn’t believe that she had taken the dead woman out of the house by the collar. It was, quite frankly, impressive. Nick, also, was handling the entire situation with a grim determination that was much suiting of his character; after all, he was much older than the others. “I’m Sara,” she had said, introducing herself to him and laughing at the comment about Terry almost running him over.
Terry called out to Nick about checking the neighbouring houses for supplies that could help barricading themselves in. Before Nick could make a move towards Terry, Sara spoke out, “Are you sure about barricading ourselves fully-in? What if we need to get out?” she spoke out nervously, “and even if we did do that, I think we should all go together, all five of us,” she said, looking at the others—Terry, Crystal, Nick… “hey, where’s Mikey?” she asked suddenly.
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Post by Mikey on May 23, 2009 3:09:22 GMT -5
Mikey was, in fact, in the bathroom of the house. He had stopped there when he found it in his sweep of the house, now raiding the medicine cabinet for something he could use. Pain killers were always good, but he needed something to slow his blood flow down. Deppressents that worked on the body as a whole, blood coagulents, even some damn asprin for his headache would be nice.
Not much luck, really. He found basic Ibproffen and various vitamins of this or that sort. Looked like the people living here had believed in prevention over curation most of the time. Sighing, he took the band-aid of a pain killer off the shelf and started taking them one by one with handfuls of water from the sink. Lucky. Water was still running. Maybe power would still be up too.
The cool water felt good on his throat as he took close to ten 250 milligram pills before stopping. He wasnt worried about overdosing. For a six foot 290 pound male to overdose on these sized pills of this particular drug, he'd have needed to take something to the tune of 75 to 100 of them. Who said anatomy was only used on dead people?
He slid the bottle in his pocket with about 40 pills left and walked back out to the living room. He wasno longer stumbleing about, now just moving with a slugish nature to his moves. He was also slightly paler than he had been, but all in all he was feeling the same.
"So whats the plan?" He asked simply, looking at Terry. He was out of ideas and ready to do something assighned rather than put in any input of his own.
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Post by thegunny on May 23, 2009 12:38:48 GMT -5
Terry mumbles under his breath with a smirk when Nick mentions he nearly ran him over
Nearly shot your a** too man...
Then he looks up and shrugs, thinking for a moment on why exactlyt hey should barricade themselves up in all places except the one way in they control--- the garage door.
Because this guys got some serious firepower. We don't want to be caught out in the open with this guy, and we sure as hell want him to have to be the one jumping fences into our backyard. It'll be easier to hide if we barricade up in here too and stash the van here, rather then be driving around in my blazing red van... Plus, we can open the garage door. If we need to get out we can sneak out that way. This is our best bet to be able to hole up in that we could find. The guy followed us all the way from Raccoon city, so it doesn't seem like us keep running will get him off our tail.
I didn't figure we'd need to make a big deal about going to the next door houses. Just a quick sneak in, grab a few useful things, take a look at what they have, then get out. We have the food to hole up in here, but not the ammunition. The houses aren't nearly as serious as us having to go deeper into town and raid a gunshop or something.
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Crystal
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I Stand Alone
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Post by Crystal on May 23, 2009 19:54:33 GMT -5
Crystal looked at Terry, it was almost nightfall and he was thinking of going out, she spoke up. "Ugh, sorry to inturupt this 'Game Plan' but I've seen what happens at Nightfall, these things seem to get together in groups and try to find anyone alive, I'd think it best if we just stay in here until daylight. And until then if anyone else wants to help me raid this house and mak it a barricaded nightmare for those things..." She picked her 870 up and one handedly cocked the gun, "You can go ahead and follow me, but go ahead and go out, see if I'm lying or not...." She walked upstairs and looked around for an attic, an attic ment a window and a window ment a sniper hole. She narrowed her eyes.
{Cha I can go fancy too >D}
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Post by thegunny on May 24, 2009 1:11:05 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, its morning, when you consider the time frame... last night they were in Raccoon city and haven't stopped since then, but it rained heavily when they came here, so thats why it was staying dark. So it might be morning or noon. But the point kinda remains still. And I don't think it has an attic with a window, they chose the house for a minimum of windows. Might have an upstairs room with a window or something, but... expect few windows.
Terry Parker suddenly yawned fiercely, and stops for a moment to rub his eyes which had suddenly gotten moist with his shirt sleeve. Terry rubbed his face with his hands for a short moment, letting his rifle hang by the gunsling around his neck, and shook his head saying loudly
Second thought... I can feel it. I'm gonna crash soon... been driving all day... just had more then a couple shoot outs and scares... I need to hit the rack. I don't go on hunts without proper rest, its never a good combination.
Terry shook his head and mumbled about it probably being because he'd fall asleep on hunts if he didn't get enough rest. Terry was a good all around hunter, but he excelled at being a patient ambush hunter rather then running aggressively through the forest after a boar or something. He could do it, but it seemed often inefficient to him. Most hunters nowadays that hired him were kinda lazy and didn't mind sitting around instead of having to hike and chase their prey. Terry glanced over at Mikey, noticed his weariness, and says loudly
Looks like I'm not the only one who could use a break. We've been running non-stop since the party last night.
Terry grimaced noticeably as he mentioned the party, and his hand tensed up a little on the pistol grip of his Browning BLR take down. The sickening splatting sounds of his class mates jumping from the buildings in surrender as another outbreak came, and the sounds and screams of the party all going to hell behind them while they left the building swam in his mind for a few long, lathergic, and idle moments, Terry shaking his head so emphatically that it seemed he shook his entire upper body as he tried to clear his mind, and then looked around looking for responses.
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Crystal
Survivalist
I Stand Alone
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Post by Crystal on May 24, 2009 19:07:33 GMT -5
{o.o; Ah my bad x.x; I guess I forgot the time frame for a moment.}
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Post by thegunny on May 25, 2009 20:56:04 GMT -5
OOC: Anyone can post... Terry was speaking more out loud then to Mikey
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Post by Mikey on May 26, 2009 6:33:44 GMT -5
(Patience is a virtue.)
Mikey, who had ploped down onto the couch and let his head rest on the back of it, smirked when Terry mentioned the party. He hadnt thought of that in what seemed like years. God, it seemed like a lifetime ago that life had been normal. And it was less than 24 f**king hours ago. Good god...
"Sleep...sounds good..." Mikey mumbled, already starting to to fall asleep. Maybe sleep would be good. Maybe it would help him out. He just hoped he wouldnt wake up as a zombie. No, no he wouldnt. He knew from experience the virus took several days to work through a living and healthy human being. Probably a bit more considering he was larger than average. Score one for sweets and lack of cardio. He coulnt help but grin at the thought.
"Well, there are plenty of bedrooms. Like, six of them. I'm fine with the couch." He said, hoping someone didnt suggest they all sleep in the same room. That would be annoying as f**k, especially if someone had a problem like snoring or talking or ax murdering in their sleep. The new girl Crystal... he wouldnt be surprised.
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Post by therisingstar on May 28, 2009 5:11:12 GMT -5
(Apparently $nig9ering = sblack personing?)
I can't believe that party was only twenty-four hours ago. Sara seriously couldn't--it seemed like a whole lifetime away; one of glasses of wine and casual conversation, attractive automobiles and friendly human beings. Now they were being chased around in a dingy, ittle van by a psychopath whilst the rest of the world was being taken over by zombies, not for the first time.
"I say we all sleep in the same room," Sara announced. Everybody stared at her. "Look, I'm not suggesting anything dirty here; it's... no, seriously, I'm not," she protested when Mikey began sblack personing. "It's only a matter of survival, we haven't fully secured this house yet... and if them... or him,"-- Sara shivered -- "get in here, we'd all be in big trouble."
Everybody continued staring at her for a few seconds and Sara rolled her eyes, deciding to wait them out until they stated their opinions. Her eyes scaled across the range of the room -- from the living room, to the kitchen, to the bar -- until her patience couldn't take it any longer. "So?" she demanded.
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Post by Mikey on May 28, 2009 5:34:26 GMT -5
(The laungauge filter gets pretty dumb sometimes. Try 'snickering'.)
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Post by thegunny on May 28, 2009 16:14:56 GMT -5
OOC: Sure, blame the word filters. Terry stared at Sara for a long moment, unsure and uncomfortable with the concept as well (Seperate bathrooms, bedrooms, showers, and many many more things tended to drill something like that awkwardness into your head), before finally saying loudly but tiredlyAgreed. It’ll be the safest way to sleep. We need to post someone to take watch too. I’ll take first watch.Terry wasn’t new to “taking watch”; ever since the first outbreak, hunting guides at his company had been taught semi-military techniques in order to take watch, and were charged with the duty of taking or helping take watch when camped for a hunt or tour to increase safety against B.O.W’s and things that go bump in the night. Even before then, on big hunts, he was used to the concept. Oregon was bear country. Plus he wanted to go already and get his “shift” out of the way. Quite abruptly and unexpectedly after he finished speaking, he dug into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a pill bottle with a yellow-orange eye picture and the title “Claroxan advanced 45” labeled prominently on the front for all to see, and popped a single pill from it before putting it up. Anyone who recognized it would note that it was Claroxan and Terry was resorting to pills to maximize his eyesight, and anyone who could read minds would note that Terry felt insecure about his abilities enough that he had developed a mental addiction to these eye-sight pills. He had always felt that he had to work twice or three times as hard as the other tour guides because he was so dead quiet and serious , even more so then the average hunting guide, that it wasn’t quite so fun to be with him, except for the fact that he compensated his silence with his professionalism and skill. Other hunters found a good balance of work and talk; Terry didn’t talk on a hunt unless it was about the hunt and making it work. Then, just as abruptly, he pulls out a packet of pills and pushes one out, breaks it in half, and then takes one of the halves. He puts the 2nd half of Modafinil back into the package and messed with it to make sure it wouldn’t fall out, before putting it back into his jacket pocket and zipping the pocket. The stuff would keep him awake and help him sleep so he would wake up better. It would be a few moments before the Modafinil kicked in, which he always used at work when taking watch at night, or when hunting very early in the morning(Which is the norm). He didn’t have an addiction to the Modafinil, he just knew it worked and used it, knowing how much of a pain (but not an impossibility) it would be to work like that without it. Terry stood up after a moment, stretched, and yawned, before picking up his rifle and sayingShould take the upstairs, I’ll watch the stairs. Sleep with your weapons. Terry said very little then that, and it was almost visible that he was partially shutting down, both due to sleep and him seeping back into his odd life-or-death-all-work “on the hunt” mentality, and just started to shut up. If he was spoken to, people who knew him would know he would say minimal things but would answer, and with the sleepiness, would be practically zombie-like. Through the “day”, his face had transitioned from a sheepish smile, to a frown, to neutrality, before a slight smile, before now neutral again. Normally on a hunt he frowned (unless he was taking a shot and making a kill), but right now the sleep eased him up a bit and he just seemed a bit blank-ish. Despite his “blank”ishness, he had a few thoughts running through their mind for the morning. They needed to find some rope for a trip wire… bear traps maybe? Something to make a lot of noise if people walked around the house at night. Crudely fashioned caltrops. Booby trap stuff like that. ----------------------------------------- Etzel Fleischer crept through the night at an undefined time, and broke into the house across the street from the kiddies safe house unnoticed. He had followed the van tracker, and so he knew right where to go. He used the skills he had hone over the years, from first in the F.B.I, to years and years of running from the worlds intelligence and law enforcement services, and working as a freelancer… most of his jobs being illegal, too. He went upstairs and got into the houses attic, and found the window facing the house across the street. It was practically a one way window it was so dark--- perfect. He pulled up a box and set up one of his Dragon runner MUGV’s on the box, facing the house across the street. The window concealed it perfectly. He switched it to watch mode so it would stream live video images to him, and he left it, going downstairs, activating the houses security system, and locking the house back up behind him. He then went around, setting up more dragon runner robots like that so that he could watch the kiddies, and left, returning to his own safe house. With a mischievous smirk he contemplated a “prank” that was forming in his mind, that he would do the night before he tried for another end game. He laid down and went to sleep knowing that his laptop would record the images as well as stream them, and quietly smiled at what fun he would have with his “Prank”...
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Crystal
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I Stand Alone
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Post by Crystal on May 28, 2009 22:05:00 GMT -5
Crystal seemed slightly on edge, she looked around the room still un-sure if someone might attack her on impulse. She reached down in a cubboard and took out a package of what looked like ramen. She set the package down and took out a small knife, opening the package as she began to cook. A small meal wouldn't hurt anyone and she knew she would no be able to sleep this early in the morning.
She now set the hot bowl of soup on the countier and some crackers next to it before she sat down, not even glancing up she began to eat, her body was completely oblivious to her outside world now. Hell she hadn't eaten in a while it was no suprise. She began to think as she watched the others, she'd give them some trust as of now but if they did anything she'd just blow their heads off, she looked at Sara and sighed, looking back down.
'Even if I was that cold hearted I can' bring myself to kill a living, un-hurt being as of yet.' She contiuned eating.
{I's hungry now e.e;}
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