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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 2, 2011 0:06:16 GMT -5
((Gonna go ahead and go since Ion is indisposed at the moment.))
Clarissa shook the girl's hand and laughed. "Hah, well, umm, ya found her," she explained, rubbing the back of her neck with her freehand.
"I'm Clarissa. Er, ya say ya have a message? From who? the teen asked, wondering just who it could possibly be. Maybe Carlos? Glancing around, she hadn't seen him yet. Her smiled turned into a small frown when she'd taken notice that his presence was nowhere to be found.
"I-Is it from Carlos?" she asked, sadly. "Is he okay? Does he need help? My guardian and I can go help him!"
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Post by Ion on Oct 3, 2011 2:41:33 GMT -5
After Richard finished telling Jake about the situation at Lake Trinity and a rough count of the survivors and casualties, Rich brought up the new plan for them.
"Anna said the only way we're getting in is married, so do you know anything about the protocol or requirements for something like that?"
Anna grimaced and looked over at Jake and Chase's suprised expressions. "I didn't say that it was the only way!"
Chase immediately folded his arms and nodded. "Yeah, that's about right. You need to be married by someone ordained, some material proof like rings and photos."
Rich squinted a bit, "Don't we just need a registration form or something? I mean, not everyone has photos right?"
Chase shook his head. "Believing is seeing, I guess. I think I would know, I've been in the organization since it began..." he explained, showing Richard he was openly offended that he'd questioned him.
Rich backed off a bit, "Alright alright, so photos of what then? The reception and ceremony?"
"Just the ceremony," the Lieutenant replied. Jake, suddenly intervened. "With tux and gown. Gotta be convincing," he added.
Rich scratched the back of his head a bit. This was getting more complicated than he thought. "Where are we gonna find a tux, gown, rings, camera, and location anyway? That crap takes time to find and organize, and that was before everything went to hell."
"We don't have to do this, Rich," Anna told him, sadly. Chase batted a hand at the two of them. "Don't be silly, good ol' Uncle Isaac is here to alleviate all your fears," he began before smiling widely.
"The mall here in town is under tight security. We can get everything from there except the ordained minister but lucky you, I am! So we can get in, get your sh*t and get out," he explained as a "matter-of-factly''.
Rich crossed his arms and looked over at Anna. "You wanna do this? It's a drive to the mall and back."
Anna looked at him, contemplating things to herself, briefly. "Eh, it's really upto you. I'll be happy with whatever you're willing to do to get to safety."
"Alright, we'll do it. When's best for you Chase?" Rich asked, hoping it would be sometime tomorrow. He was tired and hungry from missing dinner and dealing with the attack at the checkpoint.
Before Chase could really respond, one of the soldiers had wandered passed them with their assualt rifle slung over his shoulder. "Lights out in ten, people! Get to your cells, you can all bunk in there or in reception!"
"I guess we can go first thing tomorrow. It's late and everyone's tired, best to go when we're all re-energized." "Alright then, I'll go get Aryn, I'll find you in a cell, okay Anna?" Rich said to here before walking off to go get Aryn.
The agent nodded a bit, turning to walk in the opposite direction. "Right, well, I'm gonna stop by to see Jimmy before bed, so I'll just look for you two," she told him.
Meanwhile back in the bathrooms, Jack had held Aryn up infront of the mirror as she'd looked at her freshly cut hair. It was shorter but still long enough where she'd been comfortable with it.
"Yep, I like it, Sarah!" she told the elderly woman. Sarah smiled and ruffled her hair. "Well, let's get you back to yer daddy. Show him your new haircut," she told her. The little girl nodded.
"Yep and then get Anna to braid my pigtails for me like the old days! They've had plenty of time alone, I need to be there now!" Before she could run out to go find them, Richard walked in.
"There you are, how d'you like your new hair?" he asked his daughter, picking her up. Aryn gave him a thumbs up. "I've had worse," she joked, glancing at Sarah's squinting face. "How ya feelin' dad?" she asked, concerned.
"Better, much better. Things are gonna settle down soon, but I've got some things I need to do tomorrow with Anna, so you're gonna stay here a bit, alright?" he told her while carrying her off to go find Anna's cell.
The child pouted, folding her arms. "Howcome I gotta stay here? I'm a part of this! And so is Jimmy, even if he's old now!"
Rich smiled a bit. "We just gotta go pick up some things at the mall, no reason for you to be put in any danger." They entered the cell block and Rich began scanning the rooms.
Aryn groaned, reeling her head back and rubbing the sides of her face. "Fine but I want jellybeans when you come back. Dr. Pepper!"
"I'll get you some jellybeans," he told her, opening the door to Anna's cell. "So top or bottom bunk?"
"Um, um, um...." she wondered aloud. "Anna what bunk do you want?" Aryn asked her. Anna shrugged, smiling. "Never been fond of top bunk, I normally fall off."
"Okay, bottom bunk it is!" Aryn chose, grinning before grabbing her dad's face and kissing the top of his head. "G'night dad!"
"G'night sweety."
Aryn yawned, stretching her arms out. "G'night Anna," she said, grabbing for her. Anna took her into her arms, away from Rich and brushed her bangs back. "Night, kid," she told her, putting her into bed and kissing her forehead.
When Aryn turned over on the bed, Anna glanced at Rich. "Yeah, I'm not sleeping on that bunk. And neither are you," she told him.
"I have to sleep with Aryn anyway, gets nightmares if I don't, dontcha sweety," he said ruffling her hair a little. The girl batted a hand. "Do not..." she grumbled, groggily.
Anna smiled, grasping ahold of the thin blanket from the top bunk and picking a corner of the cell room, out. "Alright, seeya in the morning then, Richard," she told him.
"G'night Anna."
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 3, 2011 3:28:55 GMT -5
Clarissa glanced at the security guard doing his rounds before looking on at Lucy. "Dammit... we'll have to talk about it tomorrow. My guardian'll be looking for me," she told Lucy, warily. Before long, she'd wandered off with the water in hand. The survivors had gotten themselves settled in for the night, some of them, unsettled, dreaming or thinking back to the horrors of Trinity.
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Early the following morning, the sounds of a helicopter had churned through the still, morning air. Most of the survivors managed not to awaken due to their weariness from the following night. Some found it hard to sleep and had still been awake, sitting or laying quietly to themselves in mourning. Others had been waking up to the sounds of soldiers mumbling about emergency rations for the new arrivals.
Chase had been wide awake by now, wandering through the cell block, looking for the agent and her groom to be. Jake was wandering behind him.
"Tell me you were BSing about the photos, Chase," he chuckled lowly. Chase grinned ear to ear. "Course I was, I just wanna see how far they're willing to go for this," he replied.
The S.T.A.R.S. agent laughed. "They're pretty damn gullible... but uh, isn't this dangerous? I mean, there could be ghouls swarmin' the place, by now," he told the Lieutenant. Chase shook his head.
"That should be under control by the military personnel stationed there. Besides, I've got another reason for dragging them out there, I don't rightly trust any of these other sons-a-b*tches, which is why you're comin' with us too. We need a witness anyway, what better witness than another member of the B.S.A.A.?" he explained.
Jake nodded. "That makes sense...so what's the other reason?" he whispered. Isaac shushed him when he'd approached Anna's cell. She'd been curled up in one of the corners of the room, sleeping like a puppy. Rich was on the edge of the lower bunk, his little girl taking up most of the room on the bunk with him. Both were sound asleep.
Clanking his sidearm against the bars, he'd raised his voice slightly. "Rise n' shine, newlyweds to be,"
Anna grumbled and turned over, pulling the blanket over her head. "Lieutenaaaaant... sleepy time nooooow...." she complained. Isaac stepped in and lightly kicked her in the side. "No sleepytime now, ring hunt time now," he told her, gesturing for Jake to wake Rich up.
"Just... just a little while longer, Chase..." she groggled on. Jake nudged Richard in the arm with his own foot.
"Rich, get yer ass up and grab your gear, it's fetch quest time, so time to get crackin'," he told him.
Richard rolled off the bed and onto his ass. "I'm up, I'm up," he murmured. Getting up he asked, "Don't we at least get breakfast first?"
Jake reached under his arm to pull out a brown package. It was labeled, "Coffee cake", handing it to him, he gestured toward the door. "They're making some coffee in the entrance, so you can grab some before we go. Kinda important we make our way to the mall ASAP, man," he explained.
"What'd I get?" Anna asked, yawning, sitting up with her eyes closed. Jake tossed the package toward her, letting it slide a little to her side. "I think it said, Lemon, Poppy Seed, cake or muffin...Either way, yeah, they got the rations all mixed up. he told her.
"Besides, I'm sure they've got food in the mall, so this crap should hold you over until then, now c'mon, let's get going," Chase told the two.
Anna nodded, sleepily. She'd bit down on the corner of the package, ripping it open and chewing on a piece of the cake. "I hate poppy seeds..." she grumbled. "Before we go, we gotta leave Aryn with my parents..." she told them.
"Yeah, we already told them. They're on their way to this cellblock with breakfast for the kid. They managed to bring in some travel bowls of Fruit Loops and cartons of milk for the kids, I'm sure she'd enjoy that," Jake told them.
"It's nice that Aryn gets to have a normal breakfast instead of a can of beans," Rich mentioned.
Anna nodded, more to herself, than to Rich while she grabbed at her shoulder holsters from the ground. She'd stuck her arm in one of them and then the other, shrugging them over her and slipping her sidearm into the holster. She'd gabbed at her belt, placing it around her waist and clipping her flashlight to it. As she'd done so, she'd sighed. Regardless of the whole zombie apocalypse, she couldn't help but feel anxiety about the whole wedding ordeal. Somehow she felt like this was silly but at the same time, she felt... normal.
An entire year and a half in the end of the world and today was the first time in what felt like years, that she'd felt remotely satisfied or happy. She felt like nothing had changed from before the outbreak and it was something she wanted to relish, but instead, she'd felt nothing more than worry. She was gaining a husband and a child which meant she had to be extra careful with what she did from the time she says, 'I do,' til, well, forever.
Did this mean she'd have to retire from her Spec Ops work? She wouldn't be upset if she had to, she could work with artillery or something, back in HQ. It would mean spending more time with them, wouldn't it?
Suddenly she'd metaphorically slapped herself in the face. Rich was only marrying her for safety. Security. She shouldn't worry about spending time with them, she didn't want to intrude.
"Anna! Chase whisper yelled, shaking the agent by the shoulders. Blinking, Anna looked at him. "Ehh-what?" she asked, confused.
"You don't look so good, you alright, Red?" Chase asked her.
She nodded and glanced at Richard. "Yeah, yeah, fine... just waiting on Rich."
"Wedding Day, jitters?" Jake teased. Anna smiled, timidly. "You can say that."
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Post by Rhinn on Oct 3, 2011 12:15:17 GMT -5
Just as Lucy was about to explain what had happened to Carlos, the soldier came by and were usherin g people into jail cells. They had turned the cells into fortified rooms for the survivors. Clarissa shrugged and said that her and her Guardian would find her tomorrow. Lucy wanted to shout that Carlos as dead, but that wasn’t the way it was done. So, this close to the end of this journey and delivering a message, Lucy was forced to watch as Clarissa moved away from her.
Alone again, Lucy shrugged. Well, at least she was with people and they weren’t shooting at her. She turned to go back out to her truck, but was blocked by a soldier. He was a gruff old man armed with some sort of rifle.
“Where do you think you are going, miss?” he asked in a kindly, but abrasive manner.
“Back to my truck. Most of my gear is in there. Since I don’t know anyone, I thought I would sleep out in the truck.”
The soldier shook his head. “Can’t. It is too dangerous. We are locking you up for our safety… we are locking you up for your safety.” He motioned toward the end of the station, where everyone was head. “We will let you out tomorrow with the rest and see about getting you some food.”
Lucy fell in beside the soldier. “Oh I have food and other supplies in my truck. Also, I have medical training as well.”
The soldier stopped and looked at her. “Are you a doctor or a nurse?”
Lucy blushed a bit. “Well, I’m actually a 2nd year nursing student, but I’ve had extensive first aid and know what to do with illnesses, set broken bones, that sort of thing.”
The soldier rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well come and get you early and you can help out with some of the wounded. That is the best I can do.”
Lucy nodded and was led down to the cells. The guard motioned her to one and she paused by it long enough to look at the next one. It held a girl and a man who were both sleeping on the bottom bunk. Curling up in the corner was a red head lady… the same one that had looked at her like she was a ghost. She must have had a rough time, thought Lucy.
She didn’t know if the lady had seen her or not, but she waved at her. “I’m Lucy”, she said and then she entered the next cell. Inside were two other girls, a bit younger than her, who seemed to be alone. They had already taken the bunks, so Lucy just curled up on the floor with a blanket and pillow. Compared to some of the trees she had slept in, it was an improvement. She drifted off to a sleep that wasn’t peaceful, nor restful. In her nightmares, she kept seeing Carlos die again and again. Rising from his body were shadowy men in black coming for her. She heard her dad’s voice crying for her and then an evil man laughing.
Lucy sat up, covered in a cold sweat. She wiped her face with a pillow and looked up. Someone was standing there. She nearly jumped out of her skin until she realized that it was the same soldier from the night before. She got up and grabbed her bag and walked to the gate.
The people next door were awake too, talking about heading into the city to a mall. The soldier let her out about the same time that redheaded woman left her cell. Looking at her, Lucy smiled. “I’m Lucy. I couldn’t help but overhear that you are going to a mall. Can I go too?”
She looked nervously from the Redheaded Lady (Anna), to the soldier and then to the others. “I mean, it probably has medical supplies and stuff. We could use that right?”
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 4, 2011 2:22:58 GMT -5
Anna heard the voice coming from outside the cell. She'd turned around, facing Lucy and with a startled glance, she'd clenched her teeth, backing up against the wall, momentarily. This girl, she was eerily familiar and it was unsettling.
"I'm Lucy." the words echoed in her mind. All the color in Anna's face had been flushed away as she'd fought to make words. Unable to, she'd glanced at Richard, wide-eyed.
Richard set her down on the bottom bunk and tried to console her. "It's alright Anna, we saw her last night, remember?"
Anna shivered and felt her chest tighten in anxiety. She'd moved her hand over to her jacket pocket, squeezing on the bottle inside. Jake took the time to intervene, having a pretty good idea what had the older redhead so spooked.
He'd gently grabbed the young woman's shoulder and escorted her outside the cell. "Sorry about that, I think you just hit home with uh... some old memories. Ehh, you said your name's Lucy, huh? Well Lucy, you have any medical experience?" he asked of her.
Inside the cell, Chase crouched down infront of Anna, glancing at her and then up at Richard. "Red, what's wrong with you? You're actin' crazy."
"She's fine, she''ll be okay, she's just a little stressed out, right?" Richard told Chase, trying his best to keep Anna calm.
Anna nodded a little, releasing her grip and pushed the hair out of her face. "Yeah, just a little stressed, she spoke up, jittery. Looking up at the Lieutenant and then Rich, she smiled warily.
"Let's head out to the mall, I'd rather we keep it just the four of us," she told them, firmly. Chase looked over his shoulder to see Jake who was smiling and yapping away to the younger redhead. He could only assume he'd invited her already, she was smiling.
"Uhhh, I'll keep 'er in the backseat with us," he told her. The agent sighed and frowned.
((Ion's turn.))
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Post by Ion on Oct 9, 2011 1:33:55 GMT -5
"I have to pick up my rifle on the way out, I left with a pile of other weapons," Richard said as he pulled the laces taught on his shoes. After that, he gave his daughter a hug. "Be good while I'm gone, okay sweety?"
Aryn rolled over and curled up against the wall. "Mhm...Don't forget my jellybeans," she told him, groggily, tugging the blanket from under her dad.
"And don't let any trampy ladies cling on my, dad, Anna...he's gonna be your husband soon." she groggled on, yawning.
Rich scarfed down his coffee cake on his way out the of the building, after making a quick detour to grab the rifle he saved from Trinity.
After making their way to the secure car lot, the group was indisposed as they waited for Jake and Chase to return with a vehicle. From the car lot an engine roared, and a B.S.A.A. humvee drove up alongside them.
"Ladies," Jake cooed from the shotgun seat. Richard raised an eyebrow at him before piling into the car with the others.
Chase immediately smacked Jake upside the head, scolding the man afterward. "Stop being a jackass," he told him. Jake grimaced, rubbing the back of his head and grumbling.
Another slap came across the back of his head, Anna echoing behind him. "Yeah Jake, stop being a jack ass."
After everyone had settled any scores they had with one another, the engine roared once more before heading out the access ramp, through a secured gate, and into the city.
[[Jake, Chase, Anna, Richard, and Lucy have left the Stoneville Police Department.]]
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 7, 2011 2:28:57 GMT -5
Grace had been sitting in the cellblock, rummaging through her bag for a small case with parts to fix her necklace. During the fire fight in Trinity, it'd snapped and fell somewhere, keeping her hanging back longer than necessary when everything had finally ended. That and cleaning up the body count...
Eventually, she'd felt around in the side pouches, finding the rectangular clear box. She'd pulled it out, lifting the top and shaking the parts around a little.
"What's that?" a little voice asked. Looking up, she'd noticed Aryn's little face peeking in.
"Just some parts I got from a craft store, for my necklace....it's very old and tends to break after awhile," she explained, smiling.
The little girl nodded. "I wish I had a necklace. Anna has one that's really old too. She let's me borrow it whenever I want! Cause I'm really responsible!" she told her.
Grace couldn't help but laugh a little at the kid. "And my dad let me keep this cause I'm responsible!" Aryn exclaimed, whipping her knife out and clicking the button to extract it.
Shink!
Grace grimaced and placed the box down beside her on the bed. She'd put both hands politely on her lap, cocking her head at the girl.
"Aryn, becareful with that. You're going to cut yourself playing with it so recklessly, I don't want you to hurt yourself," she told her. Aryn pouted.
"You sound like Anna. I know how to use it, I've been practicing," she explained, making stabbing motions at the wall.
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Post by Ion on Nov 7, 2011 2:54:56 GMT -5
The cellblock door creaked open as Mr. Gahn stepped into the cell, tossing his dirty blazer onto the lower bunk.
"A wall doesn't fight back," he said stepping over to the bed and sitting down. His clothes dried well enough, but the dirt and debris he accumulated defending Trinity was being persistent.
"That little toothpick won't help you against anyone worth the clothes on their back," he told the little girl.
Aryn casted a vicious glare at him, squeezing her fingers tightly around the knife. "Oh yeah, well why don't you---"
"Aryn! Why don't you try asking Anna to teach you how to use it? She's good with knives, isn't she? She has one."
Mr. Gahn shook his head a little. "Even without the skills to back up your knifework you can get by better just using your head. Take your father for instance," he said knowing comparing Aryn to her father might make her pay attention. "He doesn't fight often, but when he does he uses his head more than his instinct. You don't know how to use a knife, but people don't expect you to. Their shock when you pull a shiv on 'em when they least expect it."
Aryn softened her eyes at the man and nodded at him, taking in his advice. "Well I don't think anyone will expect me to have one, cept everyone I showed here."
"Thats another thing, professionals don't show everyone the cards they've been dealt. They bluff, thats how they get ahead. You use that head of yours and you'll do fine. Right?" The man looked over at Grace to make sure he was sending the right message. He liked kids, he's just been so busy with Trinity to ever talk to any.
The woman smiled and nodded a little.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry I was so rude, Mr. Gahn," she apologized, looking up at him as she put the weapon away in her hoodie.
"Apology accepted."
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 7, 2011 3:33:54 GMT -5
Grace had watched the little girl apologize to Mr.Gahn before realizing that her father and Anna weren't anywhere to be seen. She hadn't noticed it, really, until now.
"Aryn, where are your parents, anyway? Well, Richard and Anna, I mean," she asked.
Aryn smiled widely, exchanging glances between Mr.Gahn and her. "Getting married! We're going to move to Florida with Anna and live on the B.S.A.A. base with her. Then I'm getting a little brother or sister, I bet. Parents do that, right?"
Grace laughed nervously, rubbing her arm as she did so. Aryn was always a bundle of forward curiousity. Of course the whole news of her friends being married was a little saddening. It was wonderful news and she always knew they'd end up together since the day she'd met them, but being as old as she was and still single, was a little sad.
"Well, that's good, sweetheart. I'm glad you're getting everything you wanted, you sure do deserve it with all you and they have been through," she responded, whole heartedly.
Aryn nodded and went to say something when she heard Sarah calling her from the next cell. She looked back at the entryway before glancing back at the two. "I gotta go, I'm gonna go visit Jimmy and tell him all about the news, bye and thanks for the advice, Mr.Gahn," she said, running out.
Grace watched her go, grabbing at her broken necklace, reaching for it. "I think I'm going to need a new chain, this one's pretty tore up..." she said, aloud, frowning.
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Post by Ion on Nov 8, 2011 20:49:52 GMT -5
"I'll take care of it when it's time to leave." Mr. Gahn reached onto the top bunk and pulled down his sniper. Drapping his blazer on the ground as a makeshift tarp, he began disassembling the gun. "This thing's a mess," he muttered to himself as he picked up a piece. Mr. Gahn pulled a piece of cloth he'd picked up earlier and began cleaning.
"When Holden gets back I'll go out to try and find one. Hopefully I can find an antique shop and get a vintage one. Then I'll have to scavenge for some rounds for this thing. Don't wanna risk using wet bullets." As he spoke he worked, trying to keep his hands busy and his mind on things other than the loss of their home.
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 8, 2011 21:11:46 GMT -5
Grace nodded, grimly as she'd looked down at the pendant in her hands. It was silver and had a cobalt marble embedded in it. Sure it wasn't spectacular looking but it was so old and the only real piece of material she had left of her past.
"Thank you..." she told him, sighing. She'd rubbed at the marble, gently with her thumb before putting it away in her bag. For a moment she'd kept her eyes downward, not wanting to look at anything in particular but also not wanting to seem like she was staring at Mr.Gahn.
"I was thinking of going back to Europe sometime in the near future..." she began, timidly. She was feeling homesick and even though there was no home for her to return to, she still wanted to find comfort in old memories.
Mr. Gahn stopped cleaning and just looked down for a moment. It took him a second before he started up again. "It's as good a place as any other. Where exactly?"
Grace quickly looked up, waving her hands infront of her. "Well I don't plan on staying indefinitely. I just want to go back to my home town and visit. Maybe even go a little farther out...you know... to where everything began for us?" she explained.
"And I was hoping that maybe you'd come with me. I don't want to go alone."
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Post by Ion on Nov 15, 2011 23:49:21 GMT -5
Europe wasn't faring any better than here, but it was their home. Grace's home town might be in ruins by now for all they knew.
"We'd have to change our names," he said while finishing up his work on his tools. "The people who did this, they might know there were survivors. If they know there are survivors, they might send people to take care of it, people like me." Mr. Gahn reassembled his rifle and placed it beside himself.
"These people should scatter, bunching up made them a target for the worst of things," the man commented while emptying the sniper's magazine. He started wiping off the bullets, cleaning them up, and drying them off. "Everyone here's still in danger as far as I see it."
In front of their cell a little boy in a dirty brown hoodie with dirty blonde hair walked by. He stopped by a trashcan and dug through it for a little bit before pulling out a crumpled pack of smokes. "Score!" the little boy said before lighting one of them up and stuffing the rest in his jacket.
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 16, 2011 0:04:36 GMT -5
Grace furrowed her brows and wandered on over to the boy. "Eli! Put that out right now!" she told him, putting her hand out for the rest of the cigarettes.
"No way, finders keepers. These are hard to come by," Eli said, his cigarette hanging off his lip.
The woman placed both hands on her hips, glaring down at the child. "ARYN!"
"Eh, no way, I'm outta here," the little boy pulled his hoodie over his head and ran off, smoke trailing behind him.
Grace sighed and held her head, momentarily before brushing her hair back. "Kids these days don't have any respect for their elders...I was never that disrespectful at that age. My mother would have my tail."
Mr Gahn finished cleaning off the bullets and began loading them into the magazine once more. "No, you were disrespectful in a dignified and sophisticated manner." He affixed the mag to his gun and walked over to the door. "I've got work to do, on the roof."
The woman watched him go before nodding a little. As she did, she'd taken noteice to little Aryn darting passed their cell, angrily shaking her fist. "Eli! I see that smoke around you! DON'T MAKE ME SHANK YOU!"
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 17, 2011 11:43:05 GMT -5
[Nova, Dalton and Shane arrive at Stoneville Police Station]
When Dalton reached the city limits and sped up, leaving behind the infested hell of Raccoon City. The rest of the drive was uneventful for the most part. Soon they were coming up on Stoneville, a small community just outside Raccoon City.
As Dalton drove around he had come to the conclusion that either not many people had lived here, or the survivors had done an excellent job of keeping the undead in check. While they were out and about… it was not as overrun as Raccoon City.
They finally found the Stoneville Police Department. As Dalton pulled up and stopped, his felt his heart drop….
The place was teaming with police, people, and BSAA Agents. From the briefing, he had thought it would be vacant. However, it looked like it was filled to the gills with people. Dalton looked over at the doctor. “Is this supposed to be this occupied?”
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 17, 2011 14:52:44 GMT -5
"I'll admit this is an unexpected twist. The old Umbrella security hub is behind the station under the dog kennel. The only problem is the only way to unlock the blast doors is by using one of their infamous creative puzzle switches inside. It will take awhile to find but unless we shut off that security beacon, the second Nova gets too close a signal gets sent to the main office which will engage a Mr. X tyrant to seek and destroy. You could move around the city without a problem but Nova has a small transmitter implanted in her so the company could track her." He then looked at him "I won't pretend you haven't noticed that she's different. To be honest if you haven't by now I'd be worried." He then sighed looking at the organised group of commandos.
"We can't sneak in. Too many people. Our best chance is to go in offering our services. Dalton, you play the role of the free-lancer interested in becoming one of their soldiers. I come in as an experienced doctor to help the wounded. Nova is a civilian we rescued. Sound like a plan to you two?"
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