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Post by .Merios on Nov 19, 2008 16:56:38 GMT -5
The operating room takes up most of the space in the third floor (as a matter of fact, the door into the 3rd floor enters into a massive windowed operating section). To the right, though, are two doors, one labeled "Tech. Room" and the other is labeled "Storage". There are four hand-washing stations near the back and two large vending units with fresh latex gloves and scrubs in them. It has a drawer, so it seems you need to put something within the drawer to get something out. There's so much gore in here that it's almost unbearable. Two bodies lay on the beds, strapped in and opened up like a butterfly. Several dead surgeons lie around the room, all of them gutted and destroyed. It's grotesque. The other two rooms mentioned are filled with computers, technical items and extra clothes and surgeon's equipment.
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Post by ragnell on Apr 19, 2009 7:40:24 GMT -5
(James Jagger enters the 3nd Floor: Operating Room coming form the Garage)
The elevator finally came to a stop at the 3nd floor, The elevator doors slide open with a small chime, Once again dark and bloody James took his first steps carefully keeping an eye out for any more zombies that may or may not be here, Looking around the edge of the elevator James slowly walked out keeping an eye out for a light switch so he could see, It seemed that there was a lot more blood up here then any where else he had been in the Hospital-but seeing how he was only in the Garage this could be a little, James found the light switch and flipped it up right and with it the lights came on has well, After finding and turning on the lights James set out to find some help and so far he had been having a little trouble with that.
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Post by Mask on Apr 28, 2009 21:11:25 GMT -5
(Thanks for the invitation, took me a while to find time, so sorry for the delay. Anyhow, this is just an introduction to get my character into the setting, I doubt all my posts will be this long, unless I feel the situation needs to be described that way. Alex Richard Temping is the character page to refer to.) It wasn’t his luckiest day, perhaps not his worst, but certainly his time in the Hospital had been discarded by his failed attempts to boot the computers in the “Tech. Room.” Sure, they appeared to have access to some of the back-up power, likely so surgeons could use them in emergencies or blackouts, but the computer’s will could not be easily broken. Alex’s chair, bloody from the last dead guy to use it, pulled in closer to the flickering screen. He had, after several attempts, correctly inputted the password given to him. There was no point in questioning how people had acquired said code, he just wanted to ask how they expected him to accomplish anything with a group of broken computers inside a desolate city. He had placed the dead guy, taking a mental note to describe him as Paul, and tossed him upon a pile of crates on the other end of the room. If ‘Paul’ woke up, Alex was in position to devise his next action, whether it be fleeing the room or wasting ammunition to kill Paul, again… There was always the more difficult technique of silencing Paul using objects around the room, but that would prove too dangerous for Alex. Besides, Paul was knocked out cold and in no state to be up and about within Alex’s time frame. Alex sat in front of two computers, the only two that actually arrived past the login sequence, but now wanted to abort document search to request updates that could never happen without internet. While the technology continued to hound him for useless things such as virus protection and compressing old files, Alex’s attention was diverted. He couldn’t hear anything, but something had just entered the operating section. Judging from the blast of light that had crept underneath the doorway and into the darkness of the Tech. Room, that something was probably human. If not, he was in trouble, but Alex couldn’t hear any massive body movements, so that ruled out menacing B.O.W.s. He decided to risk it, there was no alternative, gripping the Revolver in his left hand, he stood up and slipped to the door way. With a single thrust, the tip of the weapon allowed the doorway to open up into the main room. “Hey man, this is a buddy zone only, if you’re n-and nevermind…” Alex began to sarcastically say, seconds before noticing the condition of James not far ahead of the elevator. The man had obviously taken a beating, and definitely required aid, but Alex hung back as he left the Tech. Room and circled around the outer rim. Pocketing the weapon, although realizing the risk he was taking, he stopped at the other end. “Tell me how you got all bloody’d up Prometheus, you don’t seem to be a tourist. Though, I have excellent rates if you’re interested, you know, since my tours tend to have the most life around… Ah, I apologize, it’s rude to be rude when someone’s in that much, er, pain. You didn’t come up here to find a dog, did you?”
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Post by Mask on May 3, 2009 21:02:18 GMT -5
“Judging from war wounds, a nice drop down the elevator doesn’t seem fit fo-“ Alex began to mutter, being interrupted by the muffled static that came over his headset. “What the hell are you doing down there? I was supposed to be airlifting you out of this forsaken city ten minutes ago!” the distorted voice yelled, as Alex fiddled to lower the volume level. His eyes rapidly darted around the room, there was no windows to the night air, only glass separating the operating rooms. In other words, it would be easier to convince the pilot he was ‘busy.’ With a skilled movement from his right hand, the Revolver was removed from its strap and held firmly as it was shoved ahead of Alex, pointing towards the gloomy hall.
“Ten minutes ago? It seems a bit harsh on my part, wouldn’t you say? Doesn’t exactly give me the time to do much, ‘cept maybe make a mad dash for the rooftop. How is it up there anyhow? Anyone else waiting?” Alex questioned, cautiously descending into the darkened corridor. For the most part, the actual operating section expanded into the majority of the floor. It appeared that the corridor, short as it was, led towards a staircase. It also broke off into several other smaller rooms, likely preparation areas for patients or storage for devices and medicines that could be dangerous in the actual operating section. He gripped the weapon with both hands now, his right index finger was left gently covering the trigger, and his entire left hand remained for the sole purpose of preventing the rest of his body to be overcome with shivering.
“Actually… Er, uh… Just flew over, and uh…” the pilot answered in several stutters, almost as if he needed to piece together the visual of the rooftop before giving a satisfying answer. “Wow, wise guy, dumb luck is all yours. On the roof, you would have been ripped to shreds, I’m spotting at least ten bougies and a lizard-thing wandering around the edge. Its spotted me, but I should be fine… Listen, I’ve gotta pull out and divert attention for now, I’m personally changing the objective, you got the stuff?” Alex had stopped at the second door, the number ‘304’ was carved into the metal, and coated with paint. The peculiar thing was the cracked glass above the number, and the strange way the door had been left ajar.
“Never got to look yet, I expect I’ll be in this town for a while, I’ve yet to go sightseeing. Recommend anything? I’ve always wanted to ride the subway, maybe check out the Theater, the usual work up. Care to join me?” Alex replied, although his witty attitude was fading by the second, his weapon seemingly pulled him into the room. The door fully opened, and he was greeted with the location of a defense perimeter that had obviously failed. Two doctors and one security guard lay dead, all leaning uncomfortably against the counters. A wheeled bed and table had been placed in front of the door, but now they were pushed against the wall. Whatever had broken the glass and charged their pathetic protection had claimed its victims without mercy.
“No can do, I’m assigning you to simply keep on the objective, I’ll give you a lift location when I arrive back, running out of fuel as we speak. Black Tiger reporting out.” The line fell silent, as bothersome as the pilot was; Alex felt a need for the company. Silence was his only friend now, a friend that was bound to confuse and scare Alex with every off-beat sound and imaginary whistle that came his way. Besides, having Black Tiger to speak with provided a false sense of security, for now the only thing he could rely on was his own survival skills, poor and inadequate for the current situation. “Was he serious about the whole sightseeing business? That guy needs to loosen his standards a bit,” Alex mumbled, comforting his decaying personality as he searched the room.
The next few moments were brief, but ultimately destroyed what was left of his jesting nature. The silence was condemned by the obvious moaning, as one of the victims slowly crawled up from its sitting position. Alex whirled around, just barely in enough time to catch the doctor slowly staggering towards him, the zombie’s mouth was held open and its eyes gazed up at the ceiling absent-mindedly. The room was drastically changed at the sound of the single bullet, and while the doctor took the projectile in the neck and came crashing down, the alarm set off the remaining two zombies. One after another, they came to a standing position, pulling their bodies towards Alex even as they made an effort to straighten themselves properly.
Similar to the doctor, Alex took down the security guard with ease, but the second doctor lunged forward. “Come on, not here, can’t fail here…” Alex hastily whispered, as he struggled to detach the zombie’s hands from his shoulders. With an uncoordinated kick, Alex struck the zombie in the stomach, causing much more damage than he would have normally predicted. The doctor stumbled backwards, its stomach now completely ripped open. It didn’t take much longer for Alex to fire another shot, creating an awkward effect as the doctor rolled forwards, landing on its chest but with its neck bent downwards and its temple imbedded in the tile.
“Bougies, should have seen that arriving, that was… Bad, yea,” Alex mumbled, stepping over the fallen bodies and exiting the room. He shut the door, slamming the lock in, no longer caring about keeping quiet for the time being. He had done too much damage at the current moment, his only option left was to flee the current floor, and hopefully, get out of the hospital safely. “And to think that pilot thinks he’s got it tough, they don’t pay enough for this sport, righto?” With that he fell silent, walking in a diagonal fashion towards the staircase.
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Post by ragnell on May 7, 2009 6:56:34 GMT -5
James look at the man who was up Intel a minuet ago was trying to help him out, It looked like the man had blood on him-not that someone doesn't always have blood on them it just seem like more, James still hurting had to make a sarcastic remark even if he didn't know the man-It was the funny things he said that kept him going, The only question was what would he say, James took in some air and looked up at the man.
"Did you really need to get more hurt then me?" He said jokingly to the other man now grabbing his side. "Are you still going to help out someone who may have a few more broken bones then you, And is in need of a little help from his friends?" he said then after thinking on it finishing the sentience with one last question. "The thing is are you my friend?" James looked sharply at the man has he spoke wondering what hind of answer he would get.
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Post by Mask on May 7, 2009 19:39:03 GMT -5
Alex was distracted, which was very fortunate in his current situation. The man by the elevator had begun asking questions, and although that would be bothersome for Alex any other time, he needed to remove his mind from the hopelessness of his situation. Left alone in Raccoon City, with no idea on how to achieve his objectives, and a pilot only willing to pick him up at another location; Alex was in mediocre despair. Journeying somewhere one doesn’t know tends to be more difficult than you would expect. He would either have to continue the search, or stay put until Black Tiger returned. ‘If’ Black Tiger returned… Even then, he still needed to move onward, the floor was not safe after firing those three shots.
“Questions, questions, but are you the one who should be asking the questions? Since, to be completely honest, I’m not the one to be honest in replies. Maybe one or two things, but the rest of my answers may just perhaps spin out of some elaborate fairy tale I’ve been saving for people like you. So, don’t ponder too deep, alright?” Alex answered James, twisting the Revolver over and beginning to replace the expelled rounds. He gave the man a mischievous grin, nodding with a sense of absent-understanding, “Let me guess, you fell for the ol’egg salad sandwich prank. Gets me every time, spend the rest of the day clutching my own stomach and constantly rushing to the lavatory, you gotta resist the temptation, hehe…” He finished reloading, tucking the weapon away, and smiling once more at James, an assuring smile that displayed obvious deception.
“I’ll say, life is business, and the only good business is good business itself. Luck for you, we have good business right here. I’m a bit lonesome, and I could use some support. You’re a bit, er, disabled so you might wanna play Tiny Tim and tag along, right?” Alex grasped the doorknob leading to the stairs, twisting it firmly and kicking it open. He held the door wide and glanced back at James, “Come along now, no sense in losing the game of life to bougies in this location. A fox that lives and runs away, lives to fight another day, you know? Anyhow, I unfortunately refrain from the whole ‘friends’ thing, only corrupts business, am I right? ‘Companion,’ it’s a better term. So my courageous, and beaten, companion, happen to have a name? A formal one, I suppose, though I’ll probably just have a nickname in a bit. Betcha it’ll deal with your problem there, but I can’t be too rude.”
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Post by ragnell on May 8, 2009 3:16:51 GMT -5
Tiny Tim that was funny James would go along with what the man said and he would play "Tiny Tim" for now, James was after all hurt and it wouldn't be bad having someone else to help take down some of the endless stream of undead monsters that seemed to pop up at the most inconvenient of moments, James got up and fallowed the man who seemed to think he knew so much about everything, Still holding his side with one arm James kept his free hand near his hand gun in case he got attacked by something of the not alive variety, After he walked through the door Jame gave the man an answer it was only the nice thing to do after all.
"The name is James Jagger." James replied keeping a eye out for any kind of danger from the man, "Just so you know i was a cop s i know what i"m doing." James added just to make sure the man know where James stood when it came to the law, "Now if it wouldn't be to much how about you tell me your name?"
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Post by Mask on May 8, 2009 18:57:39 GMT -5
“Ah, a cop? What pleasure, some say I worked the police department pretty well a few years back. And tell me James, what is it that being a cop entitles you to do that another survivor is not able? It seems to me, you’ve gotten yourself in quite a mess already, so I wonder if that statement is questionable,” Alex muttered, letting the door shut behind them, glancing at the stairway leading upwards carelessly. He grinned once more and added, “I’m terribly sorry, I’m continuing on my mad dash to confusion, don’t be offended, don’t need you in any worse state, right Jim?” His carefree attitude was soon broken by a startling amount of moaning that erupted from the next floor.
Through the ceiling, the footsteps and groaning of zombies could be heard, as they slowly, but surely, descended down from their area towards the remaining bit of life they sensed. Alex whipped out his handgun, holding it in his right hand, letting the tip face the ceiling, and quickly jumping down a few stairs. “Tally ho, we’re good to go,” Alex hastily said, upon reaching the bottom of the first flight. Holding the weapon in front, he surveyed the next set around the left corner, beckoning to James, “Aright Mr. J, since I’m totally in a panic of being arrested right now, why don’t you put some effort in and get down here. I’ll give us the happy-meal by keeping a tight-o watch on our fronts, you just try to keep up. We don’t want them getting down to us, then you’ll totally become a Prime-Rib dinner. Though, I totally could use something to eat right now…” Alex circled around, grasping the divider wall between both descending stairways, looking below to make sure no other creatures were coming up to meet them.
“You know I’d lie to you, so why not just say it truthfully. Alex, Al, Alfred, anything along those lines is fine, you can even call me Bob if you’d like. Pretty easy for me to follow, long as there is just two gents carrying on business in this Hospital. Just got one Q for you, what are you thinking? This place has been condemned for a while, why’d you still want to truck through this city? Don’t think calling yourself a cop covers it, claiming that social status doesn’t seem to be saying much in this day and age. There is no laws here, therefore nothing is illegal, therefore dude; you’re outta business. Less you enjoy lassoing up these stiffs for fun.” Alex said, still keeping his vision intently scanning the second floor area. The double-door leading into the second floor hall was visible, but everything else was left in darkness. He just needed a sign, an unusual movement, to open fire on any creatures below them. There were still zombies coming down the stairs, but Alex figured even James could outrun them in time.
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Post by ragnell on May 9, 2009 6:55:31 GMT -5
James ignoring most of the things he said started to give him a answer. "First of all." James began talking while moving down the stairs at a steady pace, "My name is James and that is what you will call me." James replied wondering way he was always smiling, "Second, The reason i"m here and what i"m doing, "Bob" is not any of your concern." James walked passed "Bob" and down the stairs looking for any sign of the undead army that unlike other armys never ended-but then again it could end just the end was never in sight, Whatever the case James always moved forward in search for the one person he hoped was okay the only person he couldn't help when he was most needed.
"Now how about another truthful answer Alex." James looked at the man who "worked the police petty well" and James wanted to stop and look at the man while he ask the question but doe to the sound of the undead growing James kept moving when he ask anything. "How about you tell me your last name that way we will be on even ground?"
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Post by Mask on May 9, 2009 10:09:36 GMT -5
Alex swiftly made his way to the bottom of the stairs, opening the doors leading to the second-floor corridor. He shoved a wheeled-tray in place, holding one of the two doors open, letting the other slam shut. Without looking behind, Alex replied, “James, you know, you’re decent and smart enough. I like that, provides me with a challenge. But… I’m different, opposed to other people. You and others might exchange your, so called, valuable information without worry. I conduct business, fair or in favor of me, it’s all the same.” Alex kneeled down on one foot, placing himself inside the doorway, putting away the handgun and unlatching the Scorpion.
“If you look at the world in my eyes, you’re not making a good trade with me. If you want something from me, you gotta give me something realistic or an illusion at least. I’ve said nothing but the truth, for the market has been equal. But now you’ve exhausted your supplies, so I suggest you find something of value to me before you press onwards,” Alex continued, balancing the weapon on his knee and aiming it down the hall. He fired a single shot, and the shaken cry of a zombie sounded from the other end of the hallway. Alex smirked and stood up, still clutching the weapon in his hands. “Let’s get off this talk, shall we James? Hostile tension between comrades will not aid us in the long run, I need your help to get out of this blasted Hospital.” He scratched the tip of the Scorpion with his knife, tucking both weapons away. “But notify me when you’ve got something to haggle with, otherwise, want to get out your weapons? That guy down there isn’t dead, and likely, isn’t the only one coming to welcome us. Have any idea of where we can flee after getting out of this building?”
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Post by ragnell on May 11, 2009 7:19:28 GMT -5
James fallowed Alex through the door way and watched the other side of the hall way while he checked his, The darkness that James was looking at seem to be more then you average darkness it seemed to be coming closer and closer as if it was slowly trying to devour him and Alex, James aimed at it wondering if he fired a few rounds into it would it react like any of the other undead creatures he fought? Would a sound of pain come from whatever this monster kept its mouth? Would blood come from where the bullet hit? If there was any blood what color would it be? James finely came out of it once Alex started to say something to him watch he barely caught.
"What?" James said turning to face Alex he then realized what he said and shook his head from left and right to try and clear the thoughts from his mind,"Oh um yeah your right." James looked back down the hall this time keeping the dark thoughts at bay, He looked back at Alex, "No i don't have any where to go after this, I was planing on checking out a few more place's after here but now i"m not so sure i want to do that."
(OOC:Sorry i didn't post earlier i"m kind of sick so if I'm not around as much that's why)
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Post by Mask on May 11, 2009 19:09:21 GMT -5
(Hey, it's no problem. There's no need to be rushing to simply role play if you're not feeling able-bodied. Take as much time as you need.)
(Anyhow, since James and Alex are no longer on the Third Floor, I'd say it's time to move to another thread.)
(-James and Alex have left the Third Floor, now located on the Second Floor-)
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 18, 2010 12:59:45 GMT -5
[Clarissa, Amanda and Jake have entered the 3rd floor]
Pulling herself up through the hole in the floor, the young girl kicked her feet a little, hearing grunt and a swear from below where she'd accidentally kicked Jake. With little effort, she got through, upto her knees and turned around, peering down through the hole and then around to ensure it was safe.
When Amanda was being hoisted up, Clarissa returned the beam of light to her friend and put her hands out, to help pull the woman up to safety. Amanda was now paying it forward, on the other side of Clarissa where both of them attempted to hold onto Jake's arms to help him up. Didn't do much good since Jake was much bigger than they and easily climbed through with very little hassle. Needless to say, they were no real help.
Jake chuckled and got to his feet, brushing himself off. "Thanks anyways," he told them. Clarissa shook her head and looked around once more. Didn't take long for her to realize it was a nice blue shade inside the 3rd floor. Could be because of the windows around. Daylight was trying to pour through, so that lit up most of the floor.
"Guess we can conserve out batteries for now," she told the others switching it off as they did so themselves. When she went for her locket around her neck, in an attempt to securely make herself not very nervous, but when she tried reaching for it, it hadn't been where it was suppose to be.
"No..hey! My necklace! It's gone!" she said, swirving around to look down the hole. It was still pitch black in the lockerrooms, therefore she couldn't see anything.
"I've gotta go get it!" she yelled, her eyes tearing up. Jake grasped onto her shoulder as he looked forward.
"Later, we gotta get the hell out of here," he told her.
"No! I'm going to get it now!" Clarissa argued. That is, until Jake pointed ahead. She glanced that way to see a large figure at the end of the hallway. It was lean, mucus-like substances on it's body and it was moving toward them, leaving a tail of somthing slimy and worm-like behind it.
"Okay, later then," Clarissa said, quickly pulling her handgun out. "Amanda, I give you my undestanding to freak out about that thing," she said, half joking half serious.
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Post by Winters on Jun 18, 2010 20:31:47 GMT -5
Amanda saw the large creature before it, she had seen them before during the 1998 Outbreak. She also knew that she wasnt scared, it was the bats that got to her. They were flying around, and she couldnt really do anything to stop them. But this large thing could be avoided, they would be able to easily run from it until finding a way to stop it. "Stay away from it!" Amanda was horrified about running into one of them again, they were one of the most ungliest thing shed seen during the time of the outbreak. She wanted to open fire with the handgun, but it wouldnt be any use, they needed something bigger.
After stumbling around in the dimlit room, Amanda grabbed a larger skalping knife from the table, and held it tightly in her hand incase she need to cut away at the leeches of they got onto her. Almost to go in conjuncion with her action, the monster moved quickly in her direction, knocking over the table infront of her. This sent her to the ground, now pinned down. Kicking at the legs to get it off, once she was free, Amanda could hear open fire from either Jake or Clarissa, she couldnt really tell. The leech monster picked up the table, and tossed it in their direction, and then wrapped its arms around Amandas legs, holding her down from moving anywhere. "Noooo!" She began slashing away with the scalpal, but it wasnt doing as good a job as she thought.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 21, 2010 2:17:09 GMT -5
When the table came flying at them, Jake quickly stuck his arms out toward the young girl, taking the hit. Both of them went flying into an open room, colliding into multiple objects on counters and a operation table. Clarissa winced and felt some warm and wet on her brow. Her head had been pounding as she struggled beneath Jake and the table.
She looked upward to see Jake was incapacitated. He seemed to be breathing, but with the massive bump on his forehead, she was positive he was out cold. She then heard the cries coming from little ways away. She quickly pushed Jake's arms off of her and pushed herself from under the table, rolling forward to grab her fallen handgun.
"Hold on!" She cried out, holding her flashlight out as she entered the scene. Before making it, she slipped and slid around on what appeared to be now smushed leeches. Gasping, she spun her arms around to regain balance, then shined the light on the leech zombie.
Without any hesitation, she began taking potshots at it, blowing off leeches and what looked like bits of flesh before finally, it left Amanda alone, spun around, lashing it's arms out at her. Clarissa fell back, merely escaping a tentacle death by inches.
Jake groaned and held his head, opening an eye. When he heard the gunfire, he looked over into the hallway, watching the monster grabbing at Clarissa's legs, pulling her toward it as she kicked and scratched at the ground. Amanda had been laying on the floor behind it, screaming.
"s***! The girls!" he yelled, taking his shotgun and running to the upstart.
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