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Post by JazzBuddah on Dec 5, 2008 19:38:58 GMT -5
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Aria of Souls
Zombie Hunter
"May the cadenza of the symphony... begin"
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Post by Aria of Souls on Dec 7, 2008 20:56:36 GMT -5
Amy Grey wasn't going to wait and watch her dog die, she wouldn't lose her final family member, the only one who was along side her for the years in London. No, she wouldn't just sit there in the airport and do nothing, the soldiers here wouldn't let anyone leave, well she wouldn't take that crap, she was leaving either way. Amy would leave through the vents, she wasn't stupid, she knew how to easily leave. She walked up to one of the airport military officials.
"Could I use the restroom?" Amy said in a kind and friendly manner to the man, the man would never suspect a young girl of much, but even so in these times no one could be too careful. "Okay, but I'll bring a escort with you, Jack come here!" A man around 6'2" came over jogging his muscular frame toward the two, he would be her escort. "Jack please escort this young lady to the restroom." Amy walked with her escort to the restroom, as soon as she entered though she had no intention of staying, she quickly used her fathers cardkey as a sort of makeshift screwdriver, it was actually quite durable and capable of this job. Once she was finished she quickly hopped into the vent and went through them, soon enough though Jack's voice went into the room she was just in.
"Shoot I knew I should've gone in with her!" The man soon ran out and most likely was going to his higher up. Amy quickly went though the vents making sure she went through as many turns and such as possible. The airport vents were like a little labyrinth, but Amy eventually navigated through the dark vents, she ended up at a vent that lead to the garage, she kicked the vent hatch open and crawled out. The garage was one of the only empty rooms, one of the only that wasn't watched over. The door that lead to the garage was guarded though. Amy had an Idea, she looked inside one of the jeeps within the closed garage, in the little side cabinet was a handgun, a 9mm Beretta, just what she needed it had 25 bullets within it's cartiridge, perfect. She needed a way out. Amy began to look around the room, nothing much, suddenly the door which lead into the garage opened, Amy quickly hid within one of the jeeps cargo holds.
"I guess we're going through the street's to search for survivors..." One of the voices said, from the sound of it, it was a young man around the 20's or 30's speaking. There were the sounds of three others with him, the four went on the jeep and not expecting any stowaways began driving soon enough they were on the streets of Raccoon City, Amy stayed quiet with the other cargo, happy that she had not been discovered yet. She awaited for the car to stop, that would be her getaway.
AMY IS NOW OUT OF THE AIRPORT AND SOMEWHERE IN RACCOON
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Post by Vice on Jan 19, 2009 18:10:48 GMT -5
Murphy moved through the inside of the airport quickly, getting several glances from the scattered military and police personnell that had been stationed inside to secure it. Some of them looked as if they wanted to ask him where he was going, but they didn't step up to say anything. Besides, he knew exactly where he needed to go. Before coming into Raccoon City, he had studied several detailed maps of the city, along the airports interior and had committed them to memory, so it was merely a matter of time before he got to where he was going. Turning a corner, he spotted the door that lead back into the employees only area. Leaning against the wall next to the door was a pair of National Guardsmen, their M16's slung across one shoulder. Seeing him walking towards them, the two straightened up, pulling their rifles around in case trouble happened. "Can we help you sir?" the soldier on the right asked. Checking out the mans collar for his rank, Murphy noted that he was a Specialist and the other soldier just a private.
"Yes you can, Specialist. I need to get back there to check airports cargo logs. I've been cleared to be here. Radio your commander and tell him that Doctor Occam is at your checkpoint. Heres my ID," he say's to the soldier, handing over his passport. He wasited while the soldier opened it, checking the picture against the man standing before him. Taking a step back, the soldier picked up the radio that was at the wall behind him and called to their commander. Murphy couldn't hear what he was saying, as the man was whispering for some odd reason, but several seconds later he returned, handing him his passport back. "You're all clear, Doc. You need anything from us, give a shout. General told us to help any we can," he said to him. "Thanks, but I'll be fine," he replied, putting his passport away as he entered the employee area.
Moving down the hallways, looking for the room he needed, he was a bit shocked to find that nobody else was around, that apart from him, the area was empty. That put him a little on edge, as it just didn't seem right. There should have at least been a couple of feds back here, searching around, looking for any clues or answers. Instinctivly he drew his pistol, holding it in both hands, using it to sweep the hallway as he moved. Turning a corner, he found the room he was looking for. Approaching the door cautiosly, he slowly opened it, stepping inside and doing a sweep of the room. Finding it clear, he shut the door and locked it, just to be sure, before he holstered his pistol and moved over to the computer systems. "What the....?" he said as he got closer to the computers.
What he saw was that each of the computers had been smashed, or at least somebody had try to smash them. Some of them were in better condition then the others, but they were all pretty messed up. Choosing the one that was least busted, he hit the power button and waited for something to happen on one of the monitors, but after thirty seconds there was nothing. Frowning, he turned around one of the monitors and found that the cables had been cut. Whoever had done this wanted to make sure that nobody knew about it, or that it would at least be a pain the ass to figure out. Sliding the computer out from under the table, he then pulled out his notebook, linking the two together with a cable. Setting the notebook down on the desk, he opened it up and pulled a chair over.
Sitting down, he went to work, searching through the computer to see if the information he needed was on this computer. Several minutes later he found what he was looking for. Opening the file, he did a search of the two flights, opening each in a seperate window, comparing them side by side for any similarities. Pressing a a button on his headset, he was connected with Angie a second later. "Hey Murph, what have you found?" she asked him. "Not sure yet. All the computers were pretty smashed up, but I found a working one that had the flights cargo list on it. Haven't found anything that connects yet. You should be able to see the data on your computer if you link to mine," he told her.
"Ok one sec," she said. In the background he could hear her tapping away on the keyboard. "Ok got it....Yeah not seeing any similarities either. Could they have been deleted?" she asked. "Unlikely. If that were the case, then there would have been no point in smashing the computers. They even went so far as to cut the monitor cables. Can you cross-reference everything from these lists with any of Umbrella's front companies, see if that turns anything up?" he asked her, feeling hopeful. "Yeah, sure. Give me a minute," she replied. While she worked, he searched through the listing of other planes cargo, to see if it might link to any of the other outbreaks. Some of them, the ones with multiple destinations that included other outbreak cities, he flagged for reference as well.
"Ok done. Looks like two of the entries are a partial match for two seperate companies that used to be owned by Umbrella. Neither of them are around now, but their cargo containers were used almost exclusivly for viral storage by other companies. Records show that after the first Raccoon City outbreak, companies stopped using the containers once it was found that Umbrella owned their manufacturer and the other giant pharma-corps wanted to distance themselves from them. The only place that left that has the containers is a nearby Umbrella facility were they used to dispose of their failed expirements. Hasen;t been used in years, but I don't if it's empty or not," she told him, reporting her findings. "Looks like thats where Im headed then. Thanks Ange, I'll be in touch," he said, disconnecting their call before putting his notebook away.
Leaving the room, he walked through the hallways until he found a different exit then the one he used to enter the hallways. Exiting the hallways, he surprised two different National Guardsmen who were standing around chatting to each other. Giving them a nod, he kept walking without saying a word to them. As quick as he could he left the airport, heading off into the city towards his destination.
Murphy now at Umbrella Waste Depository Facility
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Post by Jester on Jan 21, 2009 21:47:17 GMT -5
The commercial helicopter flew over the late night sky into the dead Raccoon City carrying only 1 passenger. David sat back in his seat going over his mission details, first off this was a top secret mission, and not even the military stationed in the city could help him. David was sent to find the whereabouts of a Dr. Kyle Reynolds; he was an Umbrella Scientist who was undercover before the crisis broke out. Unfortunately he had stopped reporting in; apparently his undercover work was very serious and important. All David knew was he had to find him, or at least what’s left of him. He was a man in his 40’s and had a German accent, wouldn’t be that hard to find. His last transmission was located near the Raccoon City Police Department. Davidi was being dropped off in the east side of town, so he didn’t haft to make too much ground on foot.
David sat in silent for most of the ride, as the airport lights came into view David readied his gun and checked his gear one last time. For the first time since his first real field mission he was nervous, he had no idea what to expect. He had his belt full with his 4 extra clips, flashlight, and his knife. After finally loading his gun he tucked it away in his holster and prepped to drop from the helicopter, it would be landing.
David tied off on the rope and looked down as the helicopter hovered over the landing pad on the airport roof, once stable he dropped down steadily giving line till he hit the ground with a rough impact. Immediately he was greeted by the 3 soldiers stationed on the roof.
David has entered the Raccoon City Airport
“Excuse me sir!” The first soldier voice could barely be heard over the copper blades. “Sir! I need to see some identification or else you’ll be sent out of here!”
David quickly showed him his badge and commanded in a deep stern voice “Soldier! You will take me to the street I have official government business here!” The helicopter began to fly away.
At once the soldier led him inside, and down the stairs to the center floors, the place was filled with panicked and distress citizens. David had no time to take note of their situation or listen in on their conversations he had a job to do.
David is now in the streets Facility
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Post by Louise Backturn on Jan 24, 2009 15:29:41 GMT -5
[[O.O.C: Louise Enters the airport]]
Louise had been running around Raccoon City after viewing the map in the backstreets. She hoped she could find the airport soon. As Louise arrived at the large building, she saw a young boy stood outside the enterance holding a large gun. She couldn't make out what gun it was, but it was ready to fire.
Louise thought carefully before she approached the building; she could well be mistaken for a zombie, she needed to play it carefully. Louise held her gun high and walked slowly towards the young man. He held his gun high towards her and spoke to her...
[blue]"D-don't come a-any closer...I-It's loaded."[/blue]" he said shakely.
Louise carried on walking. [purple]"I'm a human"[/purple] she replied calmly. The man lowered his gun and sighed. [blue]"Sorry lady, i thought you was a...you know. Not that you look like one - i mean...[/purple]
Louise felt herself smiling inside. [purple]"Don't worry. Am i allowed to catch a plan to London?"[/purple] She said slightly irritated.
The boy nodded his head and got out a small phone-like machinery. He pushed a button and spoke into it. [blue]"Hey, it's Kevin. I need someone to come down pretty soon. Nothing alarming, it's another survivor."[/blue] He then placed the small thing back into his pocket.
Louise then decided to sit on a wall behind the man. He watched her sitting down slowly. Louise was quite shocked to see that he was very inexperienced. [purple]You're new right?[/purple] she said quietly. The man then turned around and watched the dark shadow-like city. Louise looked down at the floor after recieving no reply, clearly it was a touchy subject. Louise then heard a noise come from behind her. It was an old-ish looking man, he looked at Louise and smiled. "Come with me. Kevin, stay on guard"
Louise followed the man, turning and looking at the younger man at the enterance - she realised that she would never see him again. Louise felt the darkness come over her more as she entered the airport. It wasn't very full. For the first time, she saw 5 human's say down near a window. These were the first normal residents she'd seen alive in Raccoon City. Louise carried on walking with the man until they reached a door, which had "London/UK" engraved on the top of it. "Make your way through here please, and onto the plane. Have a safe journey." The man walked away, leaving Louise alone to make her way to the plane.
As Louise got on the plan, she saw it wasn't really as full as she was used to. She saw at least 4 people on it as she walked towards her seat. She sat down near the window. It seemed a while for the plan to take off. The time was 4:20am and daylight was beginning to show. The plan was due to take off at 4:15am from what she'd read in the airport. As the plane became unsettlingly quiet the plane began moving. Louise looked out of the Window as the Plane set off and realised that Raccoon City was one place she'd never return to, and that she now had another mission; to warn the people of London that a zombie outbreak was heading their way.
[[O.O.C: Louise is now at the London Airport]]
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Post by Xavier on Feb 1, 2009 19:30:51 GMT -5
Xavier's plane landed and he looked around. When he exited the plane he entered his car. It was unlocked and Xavier drove it out of the plane. When he got to the gate the young looking man that was there told him in a very grim voice. "Welcome to Raccoon city." The man then opened the gate It took Xavier a moment to process what the man told him, then he realized what he meant. Raccoon City was the place where it all started...
(Xavier is now in Raccoon City. I'm not sure where I'm gonna put him right now.)
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Post by The Pirate Girl on Feb 5, 2009 14:31:41 GMT -5
The plane was almost deserted, only a few thrill seekers, and from the looks of it a few military officers, but no other commercial passengers. What really shocked Casey was that commercial flights were still offered to Raccoon city. Casey was on this flight for different reasons however, he was not part of any military efforts, and he certainly wasent here for any thrill. He was here because he was the best, or atleast thats what he had come to believe. Casey's job was salvage and rescue, anything or anyone in ghoul infested areas could be saved or salvaged for a price. This time it was a small fortune, one that could allow him to start Nape all over again.
He tookm a drink from a water bottle, as he looked to a small group of extremists. They were sitting close to each other, and talking feverishly, no doubt planning there extreme trip. He chuckled to himself, as the thought of them being torn apart by blood thirsty monsters, and it would serve them right. A stewardess walked by him, she looked tense, most likely this was not her chosen destination. But that was irrelvenant, the airport was easily the safest place in the city, military blockades ensured that. Casey frowned at that thought as he rummaged through his pockets looking for is identification. Without it he would not be able to get into the city.
""Pardon me, this is your captain speaking... we will be arriving in Raccoon city shortly. All passengers please return your seats to there uprigth positions, and thank you for flying Raccoon Air" It was the voice of the captain, and he sounded just as nervous as the stewardess looked. Again Casey couldnt believe the fear that people had. He sighed as he put the waterbottle down and sat his chair up. In his right hand he had his passport, thats all he needed right now. Casey was supposed to meet some people here in Raccoon to get properlybriefed, they had everything else he'd need paperwise.
Moments later the plane touched down, and shortly after that Casey found himself walking down a narrow hallway to the flight terminal. He had his trade mark pack, and weapons on hand, it was shocking how lax security got for passengers traveling to raccoon now. The extremists had already left in a hurry, more than likely they were through the terminal, and preparing to enter the city. The miltary had left too, no doubt meeting whoever they were supposed to meet. Following behind Casey was the small flight crew.
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Post by outcast on Feb 5, 2009 16:28:57 GMT -5
Jason felt better once his plane landed, and docked with the terminal. He hated how the stewardess staired at him when she didn't think he was looking. But once the plane he was on docked he quickly got his equipment together and enter a hallway. Jason was the first passanger on the flight to get off; with his weapons all in their usual place Jason began to quickly walk down the hallway toward security.
Just as Jason arrived a soldier asked him for his identification, so Jason took it out of his pocket and gave it to him. "Welcome to Raccoon City Mr. Goodmen" said the soldier as he gave Jason his ID back, so Jason said "Thanks" and walked into the lobby. When he got there he just sat on one of the benches and waited, for the people he was supposed to meet and just to increase his chances of one of them coming over to him, he rested his elephant gun on his lap.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Feb 5, 2009 16:51:23 GMT -5
Exavior smiled as he spotted the two individuals walk off the plane. He had sent out the invitation and had a throurough background on each of them. He approched them with a swagger in his step. Exavior was dressed in a fine suit and had long dark bangs which he pushed behind his ears. Currently it was daytime and he was wearing a pair of reflective sunglasses.
Jason, Casey...It is my privalage to welcome you to Raccoon City. Birthplace of destruction and the waiting place of our salvation. Please, will you join me at the bar and we can discuss this matter in a more civil environment?" Without even waiting for an answer he turned around and took out his pocketwatch to check the time before walking back towards the terminal.
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Post by outcast on Feb 9, 2009 12:08:56 GMT -5
Jason slowly walked behind Casey as they followed the man, who had greeted them, to as he said the bar.
When they got to the bar Jason sat down at a table to the left door. "So care to fill us in on the details on this mission, or would you rather us fly blindly after this money?" he asked Exavior.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Feb 12, 2009 7:02:39 GMT -5
Exavior lit up a smoke as he waited for his drink from the bar. "Straight to the point I see. You must really need this score don't you? He asked breathing in deeply. He then blew out a cloud of smoke to the side. "I suppose such energy could be admired but the mission that lay before us will require for skill and cunning rather than speed." He then looked around to make sure no-one was listening. "There is a mansion, near the edge of the Arklay mountains in a residential district that was under construction. The place was owned by the Smidt family. They were large time investers, assumed to be doing some insider trading with Umbrella." When his drink arrived he placed his cig to the side and drank a bit down. "They were suspicious of everyone. Kept all of their valuables and cash in there estate. They were out of the country when the outbreak occured and all of the there money and treasures still lay inside. There are many ostacles however. Seeing at the mansion lays close to the mountain it is teaming with BOW activity. Even once past that threat the houses security network is still active, security which have had deadly countermeasures installed. Many have already died trying this very same feat which means we will be sure to fun into plenty of undead walkers. But I promise, the rewards are as great as the risk. So, are you in? and if so I need to know if I can count on you and what skills you bring to the table."
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Post by outcast on Feb 12, 2009 15:54:08 GMT -5
"I'm in, and don't worry you can count on me. Before all of this happened I was an elevator repair man, so I can repair an elevator if we find one. But I doubt we will." replied Jason. He ordered a beer before continuing. "Oh, and to answer your earlier question I do need this money. I'm a gun collector you see and I'm running low on bullets, as you can imagine gun aren't really useful with out bullets." Jason stop speaking again to thank their waitress for the beer.
" Now I'd like to tell you somethings about me before we begin, so we can work better as a team. I wear this hockey mask on my face because well I'm a burn victim for one, and two well some could mistake me for a burnt zombie if they aren't that close to me, and I don't like being shot at. Oh, and please don't yell at me unless you have to, I hate when people yell at me." Jason removes his hockey mask to drink some of his beer. " I carry a double-barrel .450 elephant gun, a 12-gauge pump shotgun, a Glock 36, and two Machetes. So I'm pretty well armed." Jason finishes his beer and puts his hockey mask back on. " So is any thing either of you think I should now?" asked Jason.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Feb 12, 2009 16:02:36 GMT -5
OOC: please make your posts 2 paragraphs or longer
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Post by outcast on Feb 23, 2009 12:39:34 GMT -5
OOC: ok, i fixed it
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Post by Scorpio on Mar 3, 2009 18:31:59 GMT -5
ooc: Okay, Joe entering the airport to start off.
ic: After hitching a lift with a small helicopter heading in to racoon airport, Joe found himself quickly gaining attention from the police. A quick medical check up found him clean, and now his bag was being searched through.
"Paper and coin currency from various countries, bottle of water, what's this?"
The cop opened a small jar and took a sniff, jolting back and coughing at the smell.
"What the hell? You bringing drugs in here boy?"
"Umm, that's just my lunch." Joe explained. "It's a bit of an aquired taste but I'm willing to share?"
"God no." The jar was resealed and shoved back in the bag, the medicine pack was brought out next for checking. "Cloth bandage and....this stuff looks just as bad as your food. Do you have any guns?"
"I'm afraid not, just this knife." He showed it to the cop, who gave it a once over.
"Okay, just let me see some ID and you can be on your way."
"Okay, my name is Joe and I'm on a humanitarian journey around the disaster zones..."
"Paper ID."
"Ah...that will be a problem. I've actually spent most of my life at a monastary in hong kong, the monks raised me and.."
"Hold on with the life story buddy, I'm afraid you're going to have to stay in the airport until we check you out some."
The food was removed from his bag and the knife confiscated, the rest was handed back.
"I want to send this stuff over to the medical boys and make sure you aren't trying any pothead stuff."
"But, that's my food. Where am I going to find something to eat?"
The cop pointed out a few vending machines across the room among the waiting areas. Joe, deciding not to argue further and risk delaying things even more, made his way past the other occupants to the machines and decided to buy a sandwich to tide himself over.
"Oh dear." He flicked through the various non american monies in his bag. "Can anyone point me out to a cash exchange?"
"Let me help you with that." A grey suited man stepped up and put some change into the machine, then hit the buttons to order some food out of it, grabbing it out of the slot and passing it to Joe.
"Thanks friend, but I won't be able to pay you back right away.."
"I think we can work something out." A second man stepped up and took Joe's bag, taking out the cash and counting it over. A third produced the items confiscated by security and handed them back. "You're name is Joe, a skilled hand to hand combatant on a mission of mercy on behalf of the Sinanju order, my boss would like to offer a donation to the monks in exchange for some light work."
"Well, I'm willing to help as long as it's honest."
The three men laughed. "Of course, my client just so happened to have purchased an automobile before the outbreak, paid in full and he has the paperwork to prove it. We just want to hire someone physically able, yet cautious with other peoples property, such as yourself."
The three suits led Joe outside to a waiting car.
"Provided you can return the car here without a scratch, the fee is 1 million US dollars." The second man who had taken Joes cash handed a wad of US currency in exchange. "What you were carrying and some extra to keep you going. This car will take you to the transportation hub, from there you should find your way to the la bronse car dealership and procure the vehicle, a new model phoenix, do you accept?"
Joe thought it over, seemed honest enough, and if their boss didn't own the car like he claimed, it could be turned over to the police easily enough. "I'll do it."
[glow=red,2,300]ooc: Joe is moving to the transportation hub, central subway[/glow]
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