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Post by MaDneSS on Apr 13, 2009 15:41:28 GMT -5
Brian would look at rooftop from the the neighboring roof in the south, looking to Duke he would talk with him, a habit he had whenever he was nervous "Well, it's the only way to get out of here without goin' on teh streets boy" looking over to some old materials, two planks looked long enough for him to use as a bridge. Shouldering his weapons he would lay the boards across the gap, pressing on them with a hand to check their stability. Convincing himself they would hold , Brian moved over to Duke, lifting the dog up and setting him on them, holding his collar as he stepped up aswell. Whispering into Dukes ear "Now don't look down yeh silly pooch" slowly moving foward, wincing as the wood creaked under their weight. As the pair reached the middle, there was a crack, Brians heart stopped, expecting a plummet to the ground, looking down he realized it was only a small crack. Moving quickly, he would move with Duke to the other side, hopping onto the rooftop greatfully. Glancing around he would hear what sounded like voices coming from below through the windows, most people would be relieved by this, but Brian had alrady been shot at by people for no good reason, even if they knew he wasn't infected. Crouching behind one of the AC units on the roof he would motiion with a finger for Duke to stay silent, the dog would wag its tail, excited that people were nearby, the tail brushed up against an old glass bottle set on the box, knocking it down. Brian would watch it fall, knowing he would not be able to catch it he shut his eyes, waiting for the inevitably loud clatter it was bound to make, unholstering his colt in preparation for something he hoped wouldn't happen.
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Post by MaDneSS on Apr 15, 2009 20:51:52 GMT -5
Brian flinches at the sound, although it was only a bottle clattering on the ground, it sounded like a flashbang going off in his mind. Brian would push Duke down, muttering for him to lay down incase something should come. He would wait for five minutes, each minute feeling like ten as Brian expects an attack at any moment. Slowly, he would lift his head, pistol aimed ahead, eventually he would let out a relieved sigh.
Glancing over at the boards, he would look from them to the next rooftop. Grabbing them he would move them so he could get to the next rooftop. Once again he would sit Duke up on the boards, stepping up he would once again move across the two pieces of wood. After a few close calls he would hop onto the next rooftop. Moving over to the fire escape, Brian would motion for Duke to follow. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew that he needed to keep moving. Ignoring the possibility of other survivors in the bank he would move on.
(Brian O'Shea is now at the Hospital Lobby)
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Post by Scripsi.Scriptum.Fabula on Apr 16, 2009 17:10:45 GMT -5
Roxanne stepped a healthy distance back from the heavy oak desk as the man who had entered first, stepped forward to push the desk on its' side. She made no motion to acknowledge the sounds coming from outside the bank once the barricade was set, not feeling too safe with three complete strangers. Feeling stupid for not introducing herself sooner and asking for the names of the men, she nodded in approval at the desk set in front of the doors. Looking at the other two men as one introduced himself, she gave a faint nod and smiled.
"Roxanne Suarez, m'pleasure to meet you too..."
Getting her blade out of it's holster within her cloak, Roxy faintly nodded her head to show she understood the plan. The thought of splitting up made her body tingle nervously, especially once she realized she was the only human in the bank not carrying a gun. She looked at the second man as he advised her to stay with one of them, nodding her head for the third time in a row.
"Thanks for the advice. I don't carry a gun on me, but I can still operate one if need-be... I only have this knife here, and the few grenades left in my pack..."
Feeling even more useless than she had a few seconds before she had spoken, Roxanne shook her head a little before cautiously walking in the opposite direction the other man had gone. Carefully walking forward into the darkness, Roxy slipped on her night-vision goggles from around her neck and looked around. Faintly seeing what looked like the bank's map on one wall of the room, Roxanne quickly walked over to it. Opening her mouth to alert the three en of what she had found, Roxy stiffened up as something grabbed her from behind.
Hot air was breathed unto her neck, making her kick behind her and scramble away just in time as the zombie stumbled back. The zombie tripped backwards over a chair, giving Roxanne the opportunity to pin the zombie back on the ground with her foot. Watching as the zombie's fingernails scratched at her boot but didn't penetrate the material, she took the knife and stabbed the zombie between it's eyes. The zombie died a few seconds later, as she un-pinned it and cautiously went back to the map.
"Hey guys... I think this thing is a map of this place. Might be a loadin' dock somewhere in this building, armored trucks parked outside 'n' all? Might be worth a shot if there's a place like that on here...?"
Cleaning off the blade of her knife on the material of her cloak, Roxy turned her head and looked back over her shoulder where the men had been before.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 17, 2009 3:46:35 GMT -5
Josh walked a few paces to the left of Roxanne, stopping next to the wall and feeling around with his free left hand until he found a metallic box. It had a locking keypad on it as well as an old fashioned tumbler.. Both of which were destroyed, leaving the heavy door nothing more than a sheet covering an empty box. He opened the box to look inside, seeing dusty imprints of where a few sets of keys were. He let out a sigh then turned to Roxanne
"No keys.. Unless one of you outstanding citizens knows how to hot-wire an engine, looks like we're going to have to hoof it."
That was when a small glint revealed itself to his vision, hidden behind an tussled ATM machine and two potted plants. He walked over to the bent and broken ATM machine and pushed the potted plants over, sending them crashing to the ground. Behind the greenery was what looked like a door handle and a door with the words "STAFF ONLY" written above eye level on the metallic door. He turned to the room's occupants.
"Name's Josh, and I need help moving this hunk of scrap metal; there's a door behind it."
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Apr 17, 2009 11:12:13 GMT -5
Ark stuck with the group, there wasnt much sense in trailing off alone anyways. If he could be of any assistance, he would be handy. But as the three others in the room all did their own thing, he took the opportunity to wander out into the lobby. The building was so quiet, he could hear everyone talking the other room anyways. The front doors was a sight to see on its own, the cascading shadows moving across the floor from the infected on the other side of the entrance. But the doors were designed to keep things inside, the undead wouldnt be able to get in even if their was 100 more of them.
Arc over heard the female speaking to the others in the other room about being able to shoot, and introducing herself. Aswell, hearing what Josh asked about being an outstanding citizen. Kinda seemed a bit rude that he was being a stranger, but it all happened so fast, it didnt seem like the appropriate time. Turning back to the room, he threw a word out. "I can h-... I dont need keys..." Knowing that was out there, he then looked at the Staff Only door, and Josh was trying to get to it. Arc walked into the room, and stepped to the side of the ATM machine, and then nodded for Josh to get into position. The two men didnt really know eachother, but they did work efficienty. After a few good pushed and pulls, the large paper weight was off to the side enough to open the door. Stretching his arms, he then looked at the female. "Wouldnt want a lady like yourself to get hurt pushing something 5 times as heavy as you..."
Josh immediatly went into the room, as Arc looked inside to see what he had his eye set on. Moving back out of the room, he stood infront of Roxy, and then contemplated on something. Looking directly at her, he then reached for his sidearm, and pulled it out of the holster. "Here, you can have my .45... Roxy, is it? Names Arc..." He said smiling. Cooperation was the key to survival, thats what always got him and the people around him through. He already had his SMG, and enough ammo to last him as long as they didnt do too much shooting. Looking back at the now open staff door for a second, Arc then turned back to Roxy. "Stick close, and well keep an eye out for eachother..."
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Post by Phoenix Drake on Apr 18, 2009 17:02:48 GMT -5
Phoenix was leaning against the wall, watching the bustle from the others. He felt so damned useless in here, even the girl with nothing more than a knife and a longish range weapon seemed to know what she was doing more than him. Zach had already grabbed on to Rox before he noticed, and by then he couldn't fire a shot. Regardless, it would attract to much attention.
He took a step forward, and jumped back when she sent him crashing. Pinning and stabbing like a pro surprised Drake, as he clutched the gun, trying not to accidentally hit the trigger and let loose a few rounds. As Josh found the door, Phoenix went to take another step but held himself back. He'd only get in the way.
"What the hell am I doing here." Phoenix muttered, staring out of the nearest window to a swarm of Zach. "Why am I not one of those poor blighters, trying to get in here, trying to just get a taste. How did I survive." He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his head.
"Anything I can do?..." He felt like he had to do something, not simply stare out at something that was worse than death. He was leaning against the wall again, watching them, hoping there was something he could do.
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Post by thejakeanator on Apr 19, 2009 14:55:40 GMT -5
Jon ran through a crowd of zombies. pushing and shoving them aside. he looked up for a second to see a sign above a building reading " bank of raccoon". he ran toward the building and knocked on a nearby window trying to get someones attention.
(sorry. haven't been on this site for like a year. little rusty.,
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Post by .Merios on Apr 19, 2009 18:43:30 GMT -5
(Unless your character is superman, he won't be able to shatter bulletproof glass with a rock. Don't take control of other people's characters as well, Jake. Please edit, we put thought into our storyline and I'm sure we don't want someone to come in and ruin it because they aren't rping correctly.)
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Post by Phoenix Drake on Apr 21, 2009 2:32:07 GMT -5
(( Just for clarification, what the hell is the posting order? And If i'm late im sorry, personal bull ))
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Post by .Merios on Apr 21, 2009 2:41:45 GMT -5
(Me, Revolver, You, Scripsi)
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Post by Phoenix Drake on Apr 25, 2009 1:31:46 GMT -5
Ah, I thank ya
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Apr 26, 2009 20:38:11 GMT -5
Arc grinned at Roxy, and then turned back to Pheonix when he asked the question. It was evident that there wasnt really much to be done, being safe inside a building had its disadvantages. There were numerous times he would much rather be out finding survivers, and getting them out of the city. But even now, that wouldnt be much good, they let the outbreak get outta hand again. Looking at Roxy, Arc spoke. "Go see what you can find in the staff room, im gonna go check out the rest of the bank..." Arc turned and stepped toward Pheonix, there was something he could do, they could do. "...We could check out the rest of this place... Its pretty big, were bound to find something useful... You lead?"
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Post by Phoenix Drake on May 4, 2009 13:58:17 GMT -5
((Why does everyone feel the need to spell Phoenix as Pheonix? >_<))
Phoenix gazed dolefully at Arc. "Anything you need or want mate. I got nothing better to do. Besides I need to stretch my legs from being bottled up in that bloody apartment for so long." [/i] He kicked a nearby pen to a far corner, scattering up dust as it went. The offices are bound to have something. Phoenix thought, muffling a cough and raising the Scar slightly from the lax position. "You're a tick more experienced, you should go ahead. but whenever you're ready, I am."[/i] He paused a moment, and then smiled. "Sir."[/i]
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Post by .Merios on May 4, 2009 14:30:14 GMT -5
With the sound of the moaning, he couldn't hear much else other than what was going on within the bank. With a grunt, he kicked the door to the side, propping it up against a piece of debris, holding it open.
"We'll need someone here to watch the fort, to make sure nothing gets in."
Josh turned back around and with that last sentence and without anyone saying anything contrary, he disappeared into the darkness of the stairwell to the second floor. It was a quick set of steps, and at the end was a hallway which turned sharply to the left, leading down a long row of cubicles on either side and ending with an office which, one either side of it, led into more and more cubicles, forming what looks like may be a maze. He walked a few steps into the hallway and felt along the wall to his left with his free left hand, his right fingers wrapped tightly around the pistol at his side. He flipped a switch up lightly with his left index finger, a few lights off in the distance flickering to life, more than half of them remained dark. He cursed under his breath and lifted his pistol with both hands, bringing it up to eye level. He would wait for backup before venturing any further, the last thing he needed was a stench taking a chunk out of his backside.
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Post by .:: The Doctor ::. on May 4, 2009 16:34:17 GMT -5
The shadows were his friend. Have been for a long time. Always covering over him as he snuck around corners, slipping away from a stench here and there, and tonight wasn't anything different. The flashlight illuminating the ground, only lighting up the path as not to stumble. He was only a civilian, despite having to survive the past few months.
He had been shadowing a trio for the past little while now, and he had stopped short. This group wasn't any type to mess with after proving that with taking down a mutant. He had raised his eyebrows at that, surprised the ease in which the one called Josh ripped it to shreds. Now it was just a matter of curiosity that drew him into stalking the group. They had come upon a bank and this was when he hung back, watching them through a pair of binoculars.
As far as he could tell they were well capable of taking care of themselves, that was until he saw the undead stumble towards one of the people. He ran, taking off down the alley and sprinting past a couple of undead feasting on leftovers. Jumping onto a dumpster, and leaping onto the ledge, letting the H&K go, slapping on his back. At first it didn't seem like he was going to make it, but he managed to grab onto the ledge with a firm grip.
Hauling himself up, he remembered why he had gotten up in the first place and sped down the stairs and ripped up his pistol and put one round into the stench standing behind the only guy that didn't seem military like. Out of breath, he started inhaling deeply as the body fell to the floor. Sliding the Boberg back into the holster, and placing his hands on his knees he let his lungs take in the stale air, then stood up straight. "Sorry about the interruption, but I figured you needed help. Doctor Who, at you're service." He flashed a sincere smile and leaned against the wall, trying to coax his legs down from the burning intensity.
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