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Post by Winters on Jun 27, 2011 2:32:26 GMT -5
Leaping onto the dirt road, Arc looked over his shoulder to see the hummer still following after him. They werent about to give up the chase, not after catch up with him. The helicopter was hovering above the scene as well, illuminating the road with a spotlight. The reason Arc had been running was because something was wrong, and he just had a feeling that it was better to stay away from everybody until his instinct to run went away. He always followed his instincts, half of them are what keeps him alive. Before the accident and after it, he always relied on his instincts to get him and the people around him out of danger. Right now, to keep the people he cared about out of danger, he had to run. He had to run fast, and hope they eventually just stop.
No matter how fast he was, or strong he way, Arc was getting tired from the running. The chase seemed to go on for fifteen minutes, which had been a lot of sprinting. It was the first time he had ran this long, without slowing his speed. Once he was on a straight stretch of dirt road, he finally decided that enough was enough. He wasnt going to get away from them. Even if he bolted into the thick woods, Hal would follow him, no matter where he went, at least until he stopped running.
Finally coming to a short slide, and than a dead stop, Arc turned to see the hummer slam on its breaks. But it too came to a complete stop when he stood his ground, only sliding back a few feet to catch the front bumper of the vehicle in his hands. With the engine stopping with such an impact, it cut off, and the only sound now was the chopper hovering overhead. Looking up through the windshield with the blood red glowing eyes, Arc spoke out in a menacing tone. But to those who knew him, he wasnt going to hurt them, he was in full control and they knew it. "The doctor... Did something to me... I can feel it inside me... I have to find him... I have to find answers..." His heart was almost ready to burst, sweat pouring all over. He had a high fever, and his eyes didnt even flicker when he calmed down. Dropping himself onto the ground, he breathed in and our, just trying remain in control. He didnt want to run anymore, he wasnt going to run anymore.
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Post by Caliber on Jun 27, 2011 2:48:07 GMT -5
Allison slammed on the breaks, as Arc suddenly came to a halt. The vehicle skid forward, stopping directly infront of Arc. After speaking briefly, Arc dropped to the forest floor, breathing heavily.
Amelia lept out of the vehicle, kneeling at Arc's side. There was a small clearing in the forest, large enough for the helicopter's flood lights to shine down, but not large enough for landing.
Putting the back of her hand against Arc's forehead, she felt his temperature. She jolted her hand away, surprised by how incredibly warm he was.
"Arc, you've got to stop doing this!" Amelia told him. "You are killing yourself!" she emphasized. "The amount of brain damage that this temperature is causing is significant-- even if your rapid cell regeneration is preventing matter deterioration."
Taking her radio from her belt, Amelia spoke into it, speaking loudly.
"Hal, does that chopper have air conditioning? Or do you have any chemical-activated ice packs? We need to cool down Arc fast, his condition worsens every second. The strip of road ahead might be a large enough clearing for you to land the chopper on."
Allison and Katy lept out of the vehicle, slamming the doors behind them.
Turning to them, Amelia spoke again.
"Let's get Arc into the back, Hal's going to try to land on the road strip ahead."
The three women struggled to lift Arc into the back seat of the jeep, but eventually succeeded. Everyone climbed back into the vehicle, assuming their original positions-- Allison in driver, Amelia in passenger, Katy in back, next to Arc.
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Post by Winters on Jun 27, 2011 3:44:31 GMT -5
Fully aware of everything that was going on around him, Arc listened to Amelia speaking, but could barely make out what she was saying. He could move, but somehow was laying in the back seat of the vehicle, driving down the road further. The chopper in the background noise had been cutting out, a sign that it was landing near them, it was Hals no doubt. As the Hummer stopped on the road, and engine turned off. But by the time the back passenger door was opened, Arc pushed whoever was in front him him to the side and moved further away from them. It was hard to keep in control, his instincts wanted to get further away, but he wanted to stay and let them help him.
"I dont want you near me... Something isnt right, I dont want to hurt you. I dont want to hurt anybody else." Hal jumped out of the chopper, not being afraid to walk toward the man with the red eyes. His friend. "Were doing this to save you from killing yourself, we can find a way to control this. We might not be able to cure you, but the longer we can keep you stable the longer youll have left to live. Amelia knows what shes doing, she can help you. You just have to trust us, okay?" Arc looked at him, eyes still glowing red. It wasnt going away anytime soon, even though he was starting to calm down, even if just a little.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 4, 2011 20:36:36 GMT -5
As the vehicle came to a stop, Hal approached the jeep and opened the back door on Arc's side. Katy conformed to Arc's push, scooting farther away in the back seat. Everyone lept out of the vehicle as Hal spoke to Arc.
"He's right," Amelia said to Arc, standing next to Hal. "Now come on, we need to get you to the helicopter."
Katy had already trotted off to the helicopter. She climbed in and cleared off a few seats for Arc to sprawl out on.
Allison, still standing by the driver's seat of the jeep, gazed around, a bit paranoid and untrusting of the dark forest engulfing them. She climbed onto the hood of the jeep and stepped up to the roof. Letting her AKS-74u hang at her waist, she drew her revolver from the belt holster on her lower back. She exposed the cylinder and dumped all six rounds into her hand. Three were empty casings, three were unfired rounds. She shoved the three live rounds back into the cylinder, dropped the empty casings, then shoved three new rounds from her pocket in. The casings bounced off of the roof of the car down to the hood, then rolled onto the ground. With her gun fully loaded, Allison stared in the distance, analyzing the shadows.
Amelia and Hal helped Arc out of the vehicle, then let him use them as a crutch as he walked to the helicopter. Inside, Arc sprawled across the seats that Katy had prepared.
Allison noticed a glint of light shine through the shadowed trees, it was the headlights of a semi-truck driving up the next road over, the Road to Stoneville. Back at the chopper, Amelia stepped out and looked toward Allison out by the jeep, making eye contact. Allison used her index and middle fingers to point to her eyes, then to the next road over, signaling Amelia to look over. She saw the truck driving down the road ahead. Amelia shook her head, letting Allison know that they shouldn't worry. Allison hopped off the jeep and made her way back to the helicopter.
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Post by Winters on Jul 4, 2011 23:31:13 GMT -5
The chopper doors closed as everybody had now gotten inside, and Arc was placed in the center of the main compartment. A bed was already outstretched, Hal had airlifted victims for medical support, but this time he wasnt setting it up to return back to the BSAA HQ's Medical Building, he wasnt even sure where they were flying to. Perhaps it was better if he just the medical attention he needed inside the aircraft, and then let back down at the The Checkpoint, or think of something when theyre main goal was finished. Getting Arc to be so Amelia could help was the priority, as the chopper hovered with a slight route onward into the next state over.
"Arc, I know you want to leave, youve never wanted to be around people. Ever since before your infection. But you came to me for a reason when this did happen to you. You came to me for a certain reason. Ive yet to figure out that reason, but know that by keeping you alive I might be able to figure it out. We werent always the greatest of partners, I was only your chopper pilot for your first mission. But when your were... sick... And came to me, I helped you. Ill continue to do whatever I can to help save your life, but I cant even do that if you run away again. I dont want you to run away." This was definitely the more emotional side of Hal that even Arc had seen.
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Post by Caliber on Jul 6, 2011 17:38:57 GMT -5
Amelia knelt next to Hal and Arc, listening, while Allison and Katy sat on the opposite side of the chopper. It was clear that Hal really did care for Arc, and it was reassuring to know that they've got such a willing supporter. Amelia changed the subject, to counter the emotional speech that Hal had just given, to give him a chance to regain control.
"Arc," she exhaled deepy. She continued in a comforting and soft, motherly tone. "I think we should take you back to the Checkpoint... for now. You don't need to be up anywhere, doing any fighting of any kind. Now is the time for you to sit back and let the people who care do what's best for you-- but we can't help if you won't let us. We searched two of three shacks back at the mountain, and we found nothing. We don't even know if the lab actually exists, much less whether they have a cure or not. So, what we need to do now, is focus on this moment-- do whatever we can. Once you're stable, I'll figure out what we'll do."
She glanced at Hal, then directed her eyes to the pilot's seat after making eye contact, implying that Hal should take off.
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Post by Winters on Jul 7, 2011 0:59:32 GMT -5
Moving back into the pilots seat, Hal turned on the blades, and then make sure he was clear to take off with all the doors closed. Laying back in the seat seemed to compliment the mood, even though they werent sure where to go. The only thing Hal did was raise the chopper high into the air, trying to be as least detectable as possible. As it held its high altitude, Hal let it hover in place, using as little fuel as possible. The chopper was designed for long flights, sometimes it was better to just keep the blades spinning, and let the wind move them naturally. It had been raining out pretty heavy, and they were dry inside the chopper, far away from anybody.
Finally, Hal stood up from the controls, walked to the back where Arc was situated, and than sat down in the seat closest. He wanted to talk about what was wrong with Arc, somewhere, he knew was safe, away from people. "Up here, Arc doesnt have to spend every second listening to the noises of the world below. He can sense things from far away, things no human could sense. Up here is where hes most calm. I know it might sound a little silly, but I think this is what he needs, to just get some rest, let his own body recover naturally. Do you understand me? Not sure if im even making any sense... Im not really a doctor, but I know an awful lot about the BOW's, and even though Arc might be a monster, hes still human on the inside.."
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Post by Caliber on Jul 7, 2011 2:10:19 GMT -5
Amelia sat in her seat as the chopper raised. Once they were at optimal height, she stood up again. Hal did the same, letting the helicopter hover in place.
"What are you doing?! Allison shouted, referring to Hal leaving the controls unattended.
Hal explained to the group, and it became clear that he was going to let it hover.
"Makes sense," Amelia said to Hal, yawning. "You mind if I lay down for a bit?" she asked everybody, particularly Arc.
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Post by Winters on Jul 7, 2011 2:36:42 GMT -5
Suddenly, a crash of lighting filled the sky, and the power supplied to the blades stopped. Just then, Arc's eyes had shot open, and he tackled Amelia to the floor. Before Hal could even realize what exactly happened, he was knocked over as well from the impact in front of him. Scrambling for the controls so the didnt end up plummeting to the ground, he ran and jumped into the pilots seat. The turbulance in the helecopter had been too much for the lights to stay lit. The generator had kicked out, as the emergency lights started to flash. It was a safety mechenism for all crash control systems. He held his ground in the seat, trying to get the power back online, and the blades to start spinning enough to keep them in the air.
As the lights came back on, the aircraft was once again stable, but Arc had Amelia pinned into the floor, his red glowing eyes staring down at her. He couldnt control him, this was obvious, things had gotten out of control. Arc was squeezing the womans neck with an intention of killing her. It was apparant that she was losing air, and couldnt breath, but all he could do was sit there on top of her and drain the life. Just then, Hal jumped back into the back of the chopper, and strapped a parachute onto his friends back. This loosened the grip on Amelia, but now drew his attention toward Hal, and the urge to kill was placed upon him. "The door!"
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Post by Caliber on Jul 7, 2011 3:06:10 GMT -5
A flash of lightning shone through the windows, followed by the immediate sound of thunder. The helicopter had been struck by a bolt of lightning, and the bird began to spin uncontrollably, lights flashing. Before Amelia had time to realize what had happened, Arc had tackled her to the ground and had begun squeezing her throat, unable to control himself. Amelia gasped for air as Arc's grip tightened. The turbulance ceased and the lights began to flicker on. As this happened, Hal immediately shoved a parachute over Arc's back. Arc turned his head away from Amelia, now directing his attention at Hal, and loosened his grip. As soon as Hal yelled, Katy pushed the helicopter door open, anticipating the events that would procede.
Allison lept from her seat and kicked Arc in his side as hard as momentum would allow. He stumbled off of Amelia, and immediately leapt to his feet, pushing Allison against the interior wall of the helicopter. Amelia arose as fast as she could and whipped her collapsible baton from behind her back. With a single motion, the baton extended mid-swing and slammed against Arc, knocking him backward, his arms flailing as he was forced out of the helicopter and into a freefall.
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Post by Winters on Jul 7, 2011 3:32:36 GMT -5
Getting back to the controls to turn on the spotlight, so he could track the movement from his friend, Hal scanned the bottom with heat signiture tracking. But it was just took bleak of a signal to even comprehend where he had fallen, aside from straight down. He thought he could hear the sound of the parachute opening, but it was too much of a call. By the time the chopper could get begin to land now, it wouldve been too late anyways. Arc was gone, untrackable now, and unfortunately unsure whether he was alive or dead. In the moment, Hal knew that it had to be done, but at the same time regret doing it. Amelia wouldve been killed had things happened differently, but he man was now lost in the forest once again.
After balancing the chopper again, Hal moved to the back, and looked out of the door to see if he could see a parachute. But to no avail, just darkness, and nothing centered in the spotlight. The door closed, and Hal spoke his words to Amelia and Allison, grateful for their cooperative actions. "The only thing we can do is let Arc decide what he wants for himself. Its clear that we cant help him now. We can only hope that he comes back stable, if at all. I dont really think I have what I takes to kill him, or let anybody else."
[End of Roleplay... for now...]
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Sept 17, 2011 20:45:57 GMT -5
DR.MCLOY ENTERS THE AREA
Mcloy steadily guided the special Umbrella chopper over a cliff turning it slowly toward a giant metal door with the companies symbol on it.He tapped a code on the screen and the doors awoke the arc around it lighting with what bulbs hadn't died out,as it slid open a long metal platform slid out of the cave.The doctor lowered the chopper onto the platform as it locked onto the choppers rails and receded back into the cave.As soon as the doors closed and re-sealed Mcloy hopped out of the chopper and walked over to a large computer on the wall waking it up and popping up a report of what energy was left in the facility.There was 65% energy left in the abandon facility,fixing the chopper and refueling it what take 20% if it was done automated...there was no need for Mcloy to do it himself so he wouldn't.
The doctor took his coat off and sat in the large desk chair in front of the screen,ripping off the cover of the chair first.He directed the screen to show a map of the facility and zoomed in on the armory,if there was one.Bingo,there was little left but it was something,he needed more then two six shooters.He stood and walked towards the armory stopping to start a pot of coffee in the eating area,then he reached a wide open door.Flipping on the light he was surprised to see the room was well lit,then walked towards the shotguns.
"Hmmm...something compact that will fit in my coat...nothing too heavy.AH! heres something."
He looked down at a shiny steel case,labeled Dr.K.He popped it open to reveal a stainless steel sawed off double barrel shotgun,loaded and a few spair shells in the case with a special holster.'Poor bastard probably never got to use it',thought the doctor with a grim face.He closed the case and lifted it in one hand,then removed his left holster and revolver,he couldn't have all three without it looking obvious.He walked over to the ammunition shelf took a few cases of shotgun shells and .357's placing them in a small bag and walking back to the computer.He placed the bags down and went back to get a cup of coffee,returning happy to see the repairs were nearly complete.He sat sipping the coffee ever so often until he heard something coming from the far wall,a large vault looking door wide open leading into a dark tunnel....
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Post by Dark Nomad on Sept 17, 2011 21:25:13 GMT -5
Mors heard the helicopter land and a large amount of noise coming from a facility that was empty the last time Mors explored there. He raised from his meal of fat man and nodded to Praefectus, whose simple grunt let Mors know he wasn't following. He made his way through the sewers and eventually found light shining from the facility. Mors could see a man in the lit are outside of the tunnel. He had a few guns and wasn't sure Mors was there. After a few minutes of watching, the 8 foot tall man-lizard charged, letting out a horrifying roar as he did so.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Sept 19, 2011 21:55:04 GMT -5
Mcloy continued to stare at the door and stood,he began to walk towards it when a massive beast ran out and towards him.Mcloy was shocked at first and surprised,but not scared...B.O.W's were his specialty and some of them could be reasoned with.Despite this ones looks and monstrosity it looked like one that could be reasoned with...the resemblance of a man.Mcloy held up his hand in a stopping fashion and stood his ground still holding his coffee mug.
"You...are part of a dying breed my friend.I know you can hear me and are intelligent otherwise you would have attacked some time ago.I am Doctor William Mcloy,a former Umbrella scientist...BUT i am not any of the kind that turned you.Not that you turned out bad...I can help you to stop living in the sewers and hunting in the shadows.You must have a companion...one that can see and smell better than you,where may i ask is he?There could have bin a hundred heavily armed men in here...and you would have bin left to die.Bring him...and i will help you both live like kings."
Even though the beast still advanced slowly as the doctor spoke,he still held his ground.If this would be the day he died...his mind would live on in some means or another.
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Post by Dark Nomad on Mar 31, 2012 23:21:39 GMT -5
Mors took more steps until he towered over the scientist. His claws ready to tear the mans head from his shoulders. The man showed no fear which angered Mors even more. Mors lashed out, trying to scare the man. He smashed the area around the two, computers the ground, the floor, nothing was saafe from him. Finally in his rage he picked the scientist up by the throat and roared in his face.
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