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Post by Scorpio on Apr 18, 2009 14:56:37 GMT -5
"Sarah?"
Joe didn't catch why she was suddenly angry at him. As she left he stood and tried to follow. Having to stop and excuse himself to every person he bumped into she quickly got ahead of him and out of sight.
"Heh, bad luck buddy."
A homeless guy lying on a row of chairs caught Joe's attention, apparently having watched the whole situation.
"Yer wife ran off and took the cash eh?" He offered Joe a swig of his whiskey bottle.
"We weren't married, we just did a job together. I think I said something wrong regarding the pay money." Joe sniffed the open neck of the bottle, recoiling in shock at the strength of the drink, before deciding to just take a quick drink and get it done with.
"Heh-heh, not a big drinker are yeh?" The man sat up offering Joe room to sit. "Why doncha tell me how yeh got to this point? Get it offa yer chest?"
Joe sat down, slightly off balance from the little alcohol he'd ingested.
"Well, it all started with me getting hired to find a car. Actually, it starts with my parents getting murdered soon after my birth and me being found by monks......
*************************************************** ooc: Editing a little bit in here to make it look like he's actually been doing something for the past while
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Joe finished the splint on another broken arm patient, passing him back to his friends. For the past few days he'd volunteered to help out the local medical teams, his more obscure treatments and basic first aid helping out on minor injuries saving time for the more serious doctors to treat gunshot wounds and the like.
"Hey Joe, we need your juju over here." One of the paramedics called him over to a stretcher to help with a violently resisting patient.
"Just keep calm miss." He pressed two fingers to either side of her neck, hitting two pressure points that kept her still as she was given a look over.
"Lots of knife wounds....needles, scratches, nothing deadly but she's scared as hell."
"Miss?" Joe removed one hand. "Who did this to you?"
The lady quickly shot her hand up and forcefully passed an item into Joe's grasp. He looked it over, a broken syringe with some white paste like material on it. A security guard quickly confiscated it. "Evidence buddy, sorry."
Soon after wrapping up other jobs, Joe took his break. Meeting his homeless fried at a cafe.
"Hey Joe? What cha know?" He slurred.
"Tough run, but I helped a lot of people. Though this girl came in, she was in shock, had this stuff on her." He showed the hobo the white paste on his hand.
"Eh? Looks like makeup or something? like a clown?"
"You worked that out fast." Their food arrived and they both tucked in.
"Heh, knew a street performer once, did puppet shows, until he started hitting the pipe and the puppets started mouthing back at him."
Joe just listened in shock.
"Anyway." He started rifling through his pockets before pulling out a tattered flyer. "Only clowns anywhere near here would be at the old carnival. But I think you're out of your head if you think clowns might be attacking people."
"Well, several years back you could say the same thing about the living dead. I think I should check it out." Joe left money for the food and a sizable tip on the table, plus an extra few notes for his friend. "Take care of yourself, you've been a good friend."
"I'll pay ya back next we meet Joe."
(Joe has left the Airport for the racoon carnival)
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Post by MaDneSS on Jul 9, 2009 10:23:50 GMT -5
Brian O'Shea scowls at the security guard at the terminal gate, his voice almost a yell as he speaks to him "What do yeh mean you dont allow dogs on the plane!!" The guard backs away abit freaked out by the angry irishman "I'm sorry sir, its p..part of the quarantine protocol, clean humans only" Brian spits out a curse, spinning on his heel to look at Duke, the large pooch sitting there with a dumb look on his face, his tail starting to wag as he spots Brian looking at him. Consumed in his thoughts, he looks out the window at the plane, then back to his dog. 'Safety, or my best friend...' He turns back to face the guard and grins at him, almost like he was insane "Well f**k you then" turning and walking over to Duke, undoing his lead and leaving the terminal.
(Brian O'Shea has left the airport)
Walking out the gate he eyes the city, shaking his head as he lets out a dark laugh, glancing down to Duke and murmering "Theres no place like home eh boy?" He starts to slowly make his way towards the road, intending on going back into Raccoon and figuring out something he can do that he considered productive.
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Post by thegunny on Jul 13, 2009 19:42:19 GMT -5
The C-5 touched down later and landed in Raccoon city's secured, military controlled, fenced off area, which many T.F.P aircraft had been moved into. The T.F.P detachment dismounted and soon were whisked away to return to duty. The sounds of helicopter blades beating throughout the city echoed to them, and gunfire, along with an explosion here and there, and the rumbling of some armored vehicles near the airport were frequent. The National guard and Task force pantheon were really pressing hard on the city, for sure. The British recruits were left behind with a small T.F.P training contingent, who was ushering forward another rag-tag group of civilian recruits picked from people filtering into the subways and several checkpoints on the border of town. All of them were clad in USMC Forest green Marpat and had already been issued Bushmaster ACR's and 6.8 SPC ammo. The first instructor barked out
ALRIGHT! You'll stay here, at the airport, for 5 days. It'll be a crash course to get qualified on your firearms, along with some combat training. All 29 of you are now Militia Platoon Charlie, of first company, Task force Midgard branch. You are not officially Task force pantheon personnel, and thats why we aren't splurging to get each and every one of you IWS Multi cam suits with our top of the line armor, however, all of you will be issued T.F.P weapons, P.D.A's, and high-quality body armor, along with some riot gear. Most of you will be riflemen, but some of you will fill in as machine gunners and snipers to add some meat to the bones of this platoon. Some of you may get qualified as automatic riflemen or be good enough to be designated marksmen.
If you want to actually join the official task force branches and units, thats up to you after this. If you want to, well, you better d**n well perform outSTANDINGLY because our personnel are cherry picked! Make us think we need you! Alright, all of you, troop down there to that Military police building to get loaded out and get ready to get to work. All of you loaded out! To the rifle range!
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Post by Earl Trandafir on Jul 14, 2009 18:18:41 GMT -5
As the C-5 plane finally reached the hard, concrete ground of the Raccoon City Airport, Jack sighed with relief. "Now I finally smoke a bit..." he thought, taking his Colt in his left hand while he grabbed his cigarette from his pocket. "Wait... Isn't that the guy's I came with?" he thought, looking over to a small group of men that he remembered from the crowd of Brit's back in London. "H-Hey! Wait up!"
Jack caught up with them quickly, breathing a bit more heavily than he should have, but it was hardly noticeable in the shambling crowd. The crowd itself stopped, too, and he with them. They were stopped by what look to be soldier's- More than likely Task Force Pantheon soldier's. A group of local men mingled in with the rest as the instructor yelled instruction's to them. "I'm going to be here for five day's? Great... I wasn't expecting anything like this... But at least I'm out of London. I just hope Raccoon City is worth all the trouble..."[/color] he thought, following most of the crowd of men to the base, where they would get their new assigned gear.
After having changed into his new Multi-Cam attire and grabbing his new M1911 pistol, he made his way to the firing range along with the rest of the group. He found himself unaccustomed to the bulkiness of his new gear, but he at least thought he would grow used to it over time. He was glad to hear that he would at least be able to keep his older clothing and weapon's for later use, but, for now, he would be stuck with the Bushmaster compared to his DSR-1, his preferred and most cherished weapon. He hoped that he would be able to make a place as a designated marksmen- that would at least grant him a position that he would be good at. Entering the rifle range, Jack prepared for further instruction...
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Post by thegunny on Jul 14, 2009 20:57:18 GMT -5
The instructor looked at the men as they formed up at the makeshift 100 yard rifle range and barks out
ALRIGHT! We're gonna get this started. You all will need to qualify eventually on these Bushmaster ACR's. To break the ice, you'll start firing at those stationary zombie cut outs. Aim for the head if you feel confident, but if you can't, just go for body shots. I want every shot to be a hit. Me and my instructors will check you all out as you do and make sure your doing it right. Then we'll start learning to clean these things up, clean them, and then come back out here. We'll work on this and then unit crap till morning 3. Then we'll refine our skills, or for specialists, get qualified and ready for that job until day 5. Then we have a little field day. Nothing but iron sights for now. Your rifles are NOT zeroed. Do it yourself. We'll help if your too hopeless to do it yourself.
Things got started, and went surprisingly well from the start. Although the instructors did a bit of picking at some shooting techniques, things got going fine. The day went by quick, and they were soon all qualified on the Bushmaster ACR's through the crash course lesson during the several days. They handled unit lessons, which some of them really needed because they didn't come from a Military background, and soon about a third of the unit was being further trained and qualified in additional roles--- Heavy weapons and automatic riflemen, and designated marksmen. None of them had the time to be snipers, and they didn't have enough time to get all of them qualified on all of this stuff like they normally would in the Military. Soon, they were getting ready to be deployed. The instructors were replaced by now with a small squad of Task force pantheon Military police and Loki branch operator 1st Lieutenant Dominique "Dom" Roland, who had been sent to take over temporarily for the Militia platoon. They clustered around outside of the make-shift barracks they had been interned in, and Roland quietly gives them a briefing.
They would be shooting their way towards a gas station in the middle of Raccoon City, which has been deemed of dire strategic importance to further operators. Its across from a Wal-mart with a big parking lot that we want. It'll greatly aid further operations, both for aircraft and vehicles. We want you to clear the gas station out and set up shop there. A national guard unit there was recently overrun by B.O.W's, and is now being held by a hostile survivor group using it to ransom fuel out both to the national guard operating that sector, and civilians there.
The vanguard will infiltrate the wal mart and get to the roof. Designated marksmen will act as snipers to lay down precision fire on the gas station across the way, whole the rest of us advance and take them from two sides. We'll get there by 5 ton trucks, before we hump it out the last leg to stay silent. Lets get moving men, those 5 tons are edgy to get going.
JACK IS NOW IN THE GAS STATION, TRANSPORTATION HUB
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Post by Taylor Fote on Jul 26, 2009 12:56:34 GMT -5
The plane carrying BSAA agent Taylor Fote touched down in the airport. He was the sole passenger. Taylor stood and stretched, having fallen asleep, only to be woken during the landing. He walked up to the cockpit and thanked the pilot. As soon as he stepped off the plane, the pilot was ready for takeoff. Even he didn't want to stay long in Raccoon City.
Taylor walked into the airport terminal, showing his I.D. to the guards there. They waved him through, hardly reading the I.D., their eyes resting on the BSAA badge on Fote's belt, and the patch on his shoulder. He walked through, surveying the airport. He had never been, even though he lived here until he was almost 15. He had never been on a plane before joining the Army. Taylor made his way through the airport, reaching the entrance.
When he got there, he had to show I.D. again, and after they confirmed that Taylor was the BSAA agent, they handed him the keys to a 2005 Land Rover. Taylor nodded at the guards and walked around to the driver's side, getting in and starting the engine. He opened the folder he had been carrying, knowing where he was supposed to go, but not trusting himself to remember. Taylor was to meet up with the military blockade seperating Uptown RC from the City Center, which was full of zombies. The file said to be on the lookout for survivors and military personel, indicating for Fote to watch his fire. He set his assualt rifle on the passenger seat and put the Rover into drive before taking off down the street at a reasonable speed.
[Taylor is leaving for the Uptown Street System]
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Post by Taylor Fote on Jul 31, 2009 20:24:53 GMT -5
Taylor stepped out of the vehicle, hours after he'd stepped into it. He tossed the keys back to the MP's, briskly walking back through the terminal, making his way back outside and onto a waiting plane. He wordlessly plopped into a seat and gave the pilot a thumbs up. They took of shortly after.
[Taylor is flying to the Charles de Gaulle International Airport in Paris, France]
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Post by xxthearcang31xx on Aug 6, 2009 0:20:00 GMT -5
Cody Matthews approached the airport terminal a bit staggered from the events of the past few days. As he neared the entrance he was approached by a pair of what he assumed were security personnel. "Excuse us sir, if you'll just submit to a few tests... Standard protocol you see..."
Matthews remained silent.
"S-sir?", the officer tried shakily. Matthews responded with a silent nod, the guards did a quick retinal scan, and took a blood sample, it came back negative.
"Sorry for the inconvenience sir, you may enter..."
He recieved no answer as Matthews walked in, settled down on a sofa at gate 23 with a sigh, took out a can of coke and began to drink... Upon finishing the drink he crushed the can under his foot and kicked it away, laid down on the sofa, and muttered one word before falling asleep...
"Amy..."
Several hours later, Matthews awoke from his slumber feeling rested for the first time in days. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a ham and cheese sub sandwich he'd grabbed on the way out of the RCPD and took a bite. Savoring the the first taste of real food he'd had in ages he then re-wrapped the sub and replaced it in his bag. Rising from the sofa he realised he was gonna need a lot more than just a few cans of soda, a couple of guns and a single foot-long sub to survive for long. 'Hmm, wasn't there a gas station that had food not far from here before, I'm sure it's not all gone... Plus I can get something to drink, maybe find some ammo, Hell who knows, maybe even another weapon...'
Walking over to the entrance, one of the guards approached him, "Sir, the airport os the only completely secure location in the city are you sure you want to-", the guard didn't finish his sentence as the look he was getting told him that this guy was going no matter what he had to say about it. Matthews just walked right by him without a word like before.
"Huh, what's his problem?"
[Matthews leaves the airport and heads for the Gas station.]
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Post by xxthearcang31xx on Aug 9, 2009 23:55:38 GMT -5
[Matthew has entered the airport]
Matthews staggered up to the entrance of the airport, covering his new wound to keep it from bleeding too much. He was approached by the same two guards as before.
"S-sir, you've returned?" The one said shakily.
"You act surprised, or is it disappointed?"
"Wh-What are you implying sir?"
"Why nothing my good man, nothing at all..." He replied flatly. "Well, don't you have to test me again to make sure I wasn't infected while I was out?"
"Oh, yes, just hold still sir..."
About ten minutes later Matthews was laying in the same sofa as he had before, about to call it a day...
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Post by blizleopard on Aug 14, 2009 17:07:36 GMT -5
[Colleen has arrived at the Airport] The Army C-130 transport plane with the day's supplies for the entrenched base of operations disgorged it's crates of supplies, and a young woman pushing along a motorcycle. Stopping before the security team could intercept her for more questions than she wanted, Colleen fished out her BSAA ID and her still valid Air Force military ID, holding both out in a small clear credit card case for the men to see, then snapping a salute to the officer in charge of the security team. While waiting for her clearance, Colleen took in her surroundings on the airport field, and couldn't help a small scowl to herself. "Agent Hawkes... what brings the BSAA back to death's door?" The security detail commander asked. Looking back up, she took her credentials back and slipped them away, removing her sunglasses to give him the courtesy of eye to eye contact, "I'm here to do a check-up on one of the defunct Umbrella facilities in the city. We keep tabs on all their computer networks that we can, in case someone tries to get into one of the labs or something and retrieve old research data. One of them went live a few days ago, and so they put me out here to see what's going on." The lieutenant nodded and then frowned, "Then I suppose you'll be wanting some men to go with you?" Cougar shook her head, "Wouldn't dream of it. What I would like is anyone you know in the area who's been around for a while, knows the lay of the land, and doesn't mind tagging along and watching my back." Nodding once more, the lieutnent motioned for her to enter the civilian airport facility, "If we have anyone available, I'll have one of the base admins pass it on. Will you be needing any transport?" Once more the woman paused to consider, "If I get someone, we might need a jeep or a humvee. Something fast and off-road capable. Problem with Raccoon city as I hear it is that the Umbrella facilities pretty much run the entire length of it. I'll let you get back to work." Moving off towards the appointed location, the airport terminal and the slightly more comfortable seats than the metal bench she'd occupied for the last twelve hours, Colleen sat down and pulled out her laptop, bringing back up a satellite image of Raccoon City, tapping the markers and notes left by BSAA on known facility entrances. OOC - Leaving this open for someone more veteran or person or persons interested in joining and continuing the idea. Doesn't have to be anything apocalyptic... it could even be disappointing for the time being.
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xxthearcang31xx
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Post by xxthearcang31xx on Aug 16, 2009 1:16:10 GMT -5
Matthews comes to eight hours later...
'Yawn... Damn, best sleep I've had in days'
Sitting up, he stretches his arms and thinks of what he's going to do for the day.
'Hmm, can't cheat death everyday I suppose... Not with my current resources anyway... I need to resupply, or improve my supply, or get a supply to begin with...'
Standing up he pulled a can of Coke from his bag and took a good drink...
'First thing I gotta do is invest in a cooler... I can deal with warm drinks, but they're just not as refreshing as a cold one... Maybe I should get some drinks too, before I run out...'
Finishing the can with that thought, he crushed it beneath his left foot and let loose a loud belch...
'And right up with that, I should probably keep my eyes out for more weapons and ammo... A shotgun and a handgun are good, but this is the end of the world, i'm gonna need some more than that...'
"Settled then, I'll head out for supplies in a few hours... It's only frickin 8 o clock in the morning, no need to rush..."
And with that thought Matthews set down to think where he would go with a sigh...
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xxthearcang31xx
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Post by xxthearcang31xx on Aug 16, 2009 1:37:51 GMT -5
When noon rolled around Matthews had figured out his destination and had prepared to set out.
'Alright, the frickin super center should have just about everything I'd need, food, drinks, a few bags, a cooler, everything...'
Shouldering his bag and guns Matthews did a quick check to make sure he could get to everything he might need out there...
"Alright, .45?"- He whipped it out and aimed with no problems, and reholstered it.-"Check..."
"Buck knife?"-He drew the knife and made a few swipes at the air both fore and backhand, switching to his left hand to double-check."-Check..."
"Flashlight?"-He brought it up, one-handed, shone it around, and then pulled out his .45 and knife to make sure he knew how he'd hold them if he need both at once.-"Check..."
"Bag?"-He whipped his bag around and grabbed what he was looking for while keeping his eyes up like he would out of the safe zone.-"Check..."
"Shotgun?"-He gulped, he knew this was the one he may have trouble with, he drew it perfectly and aimed it once, then replaced it and drew it again to make sure it wsn't a fluke.-"Check..."
"Luck?"-He pulled his bronze coin out of his left pocket, and began to pray... "(sigh) Let me live through this nightmare, let me live through this day, let me live through this Hellish world a bit longer, that I may be able to do justice to those who had hoped the same thing, but were brought down in their prime. Allow me to make it through the trials ahead and live my life. For my friends, for my family, (sniff) for Amy. Let me live to see my 'End of Days'..." He then kissed the phoenix side of the coin, and replaced it in his pocket.
Standing up, he left the airport, not even bothering to hear the guards out this time...
[Cody Matthews has left the Airport and is Heading for the Shopright Super Center]
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Post by blizleopard on Aug 16, 2009 12:59:39 GMT -5
After four hours of waiting, examining her data, one of the member's of the security team returned to the BSAA operative and told her, "Sorry ma'am... no one comes up on the radar. In town are some scavengers and some people who go resource gathering... someone might have what you need. If you need something, check the superstores and markets."
Flipping the laptop screen around and closing it, Colleen just nods to the man in reply, "Allright... any suggestions while I'm inside the city?"
There was a bit of a smirk, "If you can find one... get a shotgun. Might take four or five rounds from one of your pistols to drop an infected, but one decent buckshot round to the face or chest, or a solid slug will drop them pretty easily."
With a deep breath through the nose, the woman nodded once more and replied, "Got it. It's Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome..." And tucking the laptop away she stands up and begins making her way outside and to where her bike was parked. Checking the saddlebags attached to the Harley's rear chassis, she then slipped on, kicking the start until the engine gave a predatory growlpurr sound. Popping a short wheelie, Colleen accelerated hard and off the airport base, and into the city proper, opting to leave the helmet stuffed away and use just her sunglasses, 'Here's to hoping someone will help... otherwise this is gonna be a LOOONG assignment.'
[Colleen Hawkes has left the Airport and is heading for Pawn Shop]
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xxthearcang31xx
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Post by xxthearcang31xx on Aug 19, 2009 3:22:00 GMT -5
[Cody Matthews has entered the AIRPORT]
Approaching the airport, Matthews parked the bike just outside the entrance, removed the keys, grabbed his stuff, and headed in. The two guards approached him and gave him the once-over to make sure he was still clean, and were about to let him through when the less experienced of the two approached him.
"Sir, you appear to be bleeding fairly badly." Referring to his arm. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine... It's not like I haven't been shot before..."
"You were shot!?!?"
"Yeah some lunatic at the frickin' super center got me..."
"Are you okay?"
"I already said I'm fine, besides, it's actually stopped bleeding by now. I'll be fine..."
"Are you sur-"
"I said I'll be fine!!!" He snapped, causing the rookie to back away. Continuing in, Matthews returned to the sofa that at this point he considered and treated as his, and set his stuff down... Took a can of Mug rootbeer from the cooler, and drank till it was empty...
'(Sigh), What a day...' He thought, just before tossing the can over his shoulder and laying down for the night...
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xxthearcang31xx
Zombie Hunter
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Post by xxthearcang31xx on Aug 24, 2009 0:36:09 GMT -5
Coming to some time later Matthews realized that his arm no longer bothered him. Checking it, he found it had already clotted and scabbed over. 'How long was I out?' He thought to himself, as he rose from his usual sofa at gate 23. Stretching, he found he was a bit stiff, but otherwise felt fine, save for his empty stomach...
'Alright, so I got enough drinks to last a while, now I need food.-' He glanced at his left arm,'And some medical supplies while I'm out.' Yawning loudly, Matthews stretched out, took a sprite from his cooler, drank deeply, crushed the empty can and began to plan where he should go.
'Okay, so I need food and meds, wait, wasn't there a place with those nearby?' He thought with his right hand on his chin, stroking his goatee...
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