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Post by .Merios on Nov 20, 2008 0:33:06 GMT -5
This large building of pipes and electronics equipment is where Raccoon City gets it's water. Located right next to the river, it has 2 large floors and a basement, which houses all of the machinery. There's a way to turn on the pumping system to get water flowing, but, since the water's been stagnant for a while and diseased, it won't be worth drinking or getting anywhere near. It's possible to get a change of clothes and maybe a weapon or two if you decided to go to the Security Room. Other than that, there's nothing much here other than an entrance to an underground trash compactor and an entrance to the sewers beneath Raccoon City.
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Wolfen Graal
Zombie Hunter
Just shoot them in the frickin' head!!!
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Dec 28, 2008 23:45:14 GMT -5
In the security room, a radio clicks on. Through garbled static, small bursts of screaming can be heard. "So... lp me!!... Schoo... Room!!!..."
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tk_valentine
Survivalist
Heaven can't save us, and Hell is a joke...
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 29, 2008 12:53:17 GMT -5
Cyril cringed as he found his way into the security room, a swarm of those damned undead behind him and pushing to get the door open. With one final shove of the door, it slammed shut. Cyril heard and felt the frustrated bangs against the door. His blue eyes frantically scanned the room. There was some radio signal coming in, but that would have to wait for the moment.
C'mon, c'mon!
There, to the right hidden behind the only desk in the room was what he was looking for. Cyril rushed over and picked up the fallen chair and wedge it underneath the door handle. The sounds were already getting a little quieter, but Cyril didn't want to take any chances.
Okay... The radio.
Cyril picked up the radio, hoping he could get through all the static. "Hey, y'there? Over."
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Wolfen Graal
Zombie Hunter
Just shoot them in the frickin' head!!!
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Dec 29, 2008 18:01:53 GMT -5
Static persisted, drowning out all other sound, before there was the sound of breaking glass, screaming, and gunfire. The sounds of struggle could be heard, then the voice from before swearing "s***!", and more moans from the undead. After a few seconds, there were more gunshots, followed by a the voice shouting "Hey! Help me! Are you okay? I'm here, in the PA room!" There was a pause, then the voice again. "Hello? Hello, anyone there? This is Senshiro Norimoto from the Raccoon High School, we're in dire need of assistance! Hur-AH!" The radio went dead.
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tk_valentine
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 29, 2008 21:09:55 GMT -5
Cyril figured there wasn't going to be much else from the other guy, and he sounded in trouble. The school... That was a little ways out, but not impossible to reach. Cyril wasn't entirely sure that he'd make it in time to save this guy, Senshiro. Cyril had most of what he intended while he was here. The zombies outside the door proved that. They were all trapped, helpless in a few offices. So he simply let them out. That, and down below, where he'd come up from the sewers? There were a few frog-looking creatures sleeping soundly in their giant tubes. So Cyril set the timed auto-release. In about ten minutes, they'd be out, too.
Supplies here, out the window... And I guess the school, now.
Cyril wasn't going to let anything out there, if given the chance. He was okay immediately risking his own life, but not others'. Cyril made quick use of the security room; a fully-loaded shotgun (a little blood on the barrel, but no big deal now) and a box of shells for it not far from it on the ground. Cyril checked the lockers and found that an officer left a pair of pants with a belt, with which he made use to makeshift a strap for the shotgun to sling over his shoulder. He slipped the box of shells in his last free jacket pocket.
One of the chair's legs snapped. That was his cue, as was the countless moans from the other side. "If you find him... Heh...," Cyril smirked slightly, and let himself out through the window after a quick check outside. It was a clear shot to the gate, and it was to the school from there.
[[Cyril has left the Water Treament Plant]]
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Mar 16, 2009 23:27:42 GMT -5
Raccoon City. It was where it all began, supposedly anyway. Despite a lengthy search which included moving from one end of the city to the others, Alyssa could turn up nothing that was really...new. It was all the same depressing story. Nothing that could really change the tide of this war one way or another. And so now, she was just trying to survive. Survive like everyone else on the planet.
She had the training to do so of course. Even before the world went to hell she had known how to take care of her self, her training made sure of that. And her experiences since then made her even stronger. Friedrich Nietzsche once said that whatever didn't kill you made you stronger, and that was never truer than now. In a morbid way, it kind of made sense. Maybe it was supposed to be this way, a sort of deluge that left only the strongest alive.
But it wasn't her job to make philosophical observations all day. Now her job was just to get the hell out of here, which was proving hard enough as it was. All she had was a Glock sidearm, and she had just expended the last of her ammo to take out the zombies in the control room. She sat on the chair, taking a rest and planning her next move.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 16, 2009 23:51:29 GMT -5
Coming from the Raccoon City outskirts, Richard finally arrived at the riveside area after hours of trecking. His legs were sore, and his breath was distorted and rough. It anything was slowing down his movement, it was definitly his age, but he was out of the rough terrain now, and onto the road. After getting to the riverbank, Richard followed it back toward the city, but then he noticed a vehicle parked outside the Treatment Plant nearby to his location. He got the sneaky feeling that there was somebody inside, the rig looked like it was used recently. After walking up to the main doors, he turned back hearing a loud string of moans coming from the side. Quickly getting himself inside, he closed the door behind him, and then locked it.
They were made of steel, the zombies couldnt get inside. Richard walked around the dimly lit building, and then entered a central area, leaning over a railing. Moonlight shawn in through the rivers entrance to the bottem floor, shining off the water and onto the walls. He creeped down the steps with his 9mm drawn forward, making sure to keep quiet so he could hear any sounds the infected made. After getting to the otherside, he looked up the adjacent set of stairs, and saw the light shining out from the control room door, was someone inside. Richard slowely walked up the steps, but before he could walk toward the room, he gripped the railing and let out a loud caugh. Too many stairs for an old man. He breathed heavily, callapsing to his knee at the top of the steps.
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Mar 17, 2009 0:44:56 GMT -5
Alyssa sat up right quickly and snapped the safety off her hand gun. She heard metallic clicks ringing up from the stairs outside, and it take an idiot to deduce that something was heading up the stairs toward her. Cautiously she made her way around the consoles in the room and tactically peered around the corner, centering her aim on whatever was climbing the stairs...
Which at first glance didn't appear to be much of a threat to her. It looked like an elderly civilian, but he was still armed so she was wary. She centered her aim on his chest and made a "drop it!" motion with her sidearm quickly. She hoped she wouldn't have to resort to force, but wouldn't hesitate if she had to.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 17, 2009 1:04:04 GMT -5
Richard caught his breath and then stood up, but then saw a younger looking woman aiming a boxy 9mm at his chest, and motion for him to drop his gun. He looked at her, she didnt speak, so it seemed like stealth was her goal here. Richard knew that if at least one of them had a gun out, they were in a better position to a hostile situation if one of those undead creatures lurked toward them. Putting his gun back into his side belt, he raised his hands, showing that there was nothing else in his hands. Richard would look like a fool taking off his equipment, and would definitly be at the bottem of the advantage chain. He spoke out to the woman in rusty voice, but it was clear enough to be understood. "Hey now girly, Im not here to shoot you... Names Richard, pardon the voice, lets say its been a long night..."
Richard looked at the woman, and then laughed, but it ended with a loud string of caughs. He put his hands down after the introduction, then held out one of them for a handshake, and then breathed a good lungfull of air before speaking out once again. "...And you are?" Richard had a good look at the girl by now, she seemed to be someone with expirence on the feild, judging by the tactical outfit. At least he wouldnt have to worry too much about looking out for her, she could handle her own well enough. It would be more intelligent to have someone look after himself for a change. Sure he was a tough soldier, key word being "was". Old age comes swiftly, and death follows not long after that.
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Mar 18, 2009 15:32:00 GMT -5
She didn't answer his question. Not that she could if she wanted to anyway. She examined everything about him, from his clothes to his speech patterns. After awhile in the agency, you learned to become something of a human lie detector, to automatically look for even the smallest suggestion that someone might not be telling the truth. So far she so none.
He was an armed civilian. Nothing more, nothing less it appeared. She didn't classify him as 'innocent' though, because nobody that could survive this long was innocent anymore, everyone had to have done something that wouldn't be acceptable under normal circumstances. Still, she lowered her weapon to her side but kept it ready just in case she needed to draw it again.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 18, 2009 19:45:25 GMT -5
Richard watched as the woman looked him, almost as if she was studying him, and calculating his movements. But she didnt answer him, just shook his hand, which was fairly unoriginal and strange. After she holstered her weapon, he looked back at her, and then spoke out again, this time a bit louder. Maybe she didnt hear him well enough as he thought. "Hey... Who are you? Why are you here?" But she didnt seem to answer him, not so much as even open her mouth. As Richard got more confused, he went to speak out once again, but then there was a large shake coming from above them, seemingly on a higher level. "...What the hell was that...?"
Richard didnt ask this to the woman, it was mainly a rethorical question. But instantly, she ran off toward the sound, to the staircase across the other side. He followed her, but moving away from the immediate light made his vision much more weaker, aswell as not being able to keep up with her speed. She was much younger then he was, and had more energy, but he kept his steady pace until she disapeared up the stairs. Richard aimed his 9mm up the steps, and then called out to the woman. "Whats the situation? Hello?" There wasnt any response, but he did hear something to his left. Whipping his gun around, he flicked on his coller light only to see one of those undead dash toward him.
Bringing up his knee, Richard knocked the corpse backwards, as he got a steady shot now with his gun. But before he could even get a round off, he saw the zombie lunge forward and grab his shoulder. As he struggled with it, Richard noticed a green beam of light quickly scale the wall and then place a dot in the center of the undeads face. Then hearing a loud bang, the body flew off of him, landing with a clank onto the metal floor. Looking back, Richard saw the woman holding a handgun similer to his, as she aimed the green laser sight around the room. His own coller light was very dim, and didnt serve much of a purpose when the batteries were pretty much dead. Flicking it off, he backed up to the stairs, seeing the light from another room shine around him, looking at the woman. "Nice shot..."
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Mar 19, 2009 0:06:11 GMT -5
Alyssa couldn't really blame the man for wanting a response from her but she found her self wanting to shut him up, too. He was making a lot of noise with his unneeded talking and that always had the potential of attracting unwanted potential. That point was proven a few moments later when there was a large shake from above them, a higher floor in the building. It just screamed "B.O.W.!" and Alyssa at least wanted to check it out to see what they were dealing with.
She turned away from the man and made her way up the metal stairs, It lead up to an array of catwalks, which were illuminated by a dull yellow light from above. Alyssa could see nothing, no sign of what ever had made the noise as she scanned the area with her weapon. She was about to make her way down the catwalk to investigate one of the off shoots when she heard a struggle from below.
She dashed back down the way she had come to find the armed civilian in a slight predicament with a minor B.O.W. she simply took aim and killed the zombie, and promptly walked over to see if the civilian had been infected...
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 19, 2009 1:52:12 GMT -5
Richard lay himself against the wall, still standing up, and breathed heavily from the instant action. Everything happened so quick, he was getting reckless, which was something he though he lost long ago. Hed made his mistakes, and learned from them over again, but sometimes you just cant help but forget that there is danger everywhere. Richard looked at the silent woman, and then opened his mouth to ask her a question. But then he changed his speech, and avoided a question, just moved straight to the point. "Thanks a lot, missy... Ill try not to slip up again. If so, ill just be on my way..." Of everything, he hated being a burdon, slowing people down wasnt his thing.
Richard then looked up the stairs, was that noise made by something that was still up there? As much as he would love to just leave, he was curious now. Climbing the steps, he looked behind him and motioned for the girl to follow if she was interested. Upon reaching the top floor, Richard aimed his 9mm around, making sure to be on his toes. Then through the darkness, there was a sillohette of a creature dashing across the ceiling through his small light. It seemed to he on the other side of the room. He unclipped the light, and then tossed it across the floor, as it rolled light around the room. He fired his gun the second his sights landed toward the sillhoette, popping three rounds into the creature as it made a loud screech.
"Come on out, you sneaky ba*****!" Richard was getting riled up after hitting the creature, it moved quick across the walls, but he was able to weaken one of its legs, so its motion was slowed down a little bit. Enough to get in some more pot shots if the girl decided to follow him into action. Chasing a creature in the middle of the dark wasnt his favorite idea, but running away wouldnt be an option unless it was put down for good. Fireing two more rounds, one of them sparked against the steel, as the second one hit its stomach, now trailing blood around the floor as it crawled around. Richard backed up against the wall near the stairs, looking down to see if girly was coming or not.
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Post by Alyssa Evarhart on Mar 20, 2009 0:43:23 GMT -5
The man had proven to be more than a scared civilian running around with a gun, but wasn't a good thing. And neither was the fact that he wasn't as sick or as old as she originally thought. He was proving to be dangerous, running around and attacking a dangerous B.O.W. that for all she knew, might have left them alone. But now she was stuck in a firefight with something she could just barely see, and she hated it.
She had no choice but to add her firepower to the equation though, as they had clearly got it's attention. She snapped off five rounds, all aimed at center mass hoping to put the thing down before this got any more stupid.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Mar 20, 2009 1:14:49 GMT -5
After the woman had come to suppy backup, the creature had quickly fallen. But soon after, Richards shoulder started to ache badly, and his bones were starting to get weaker. The kickback from the 9mm was strong enough, but that was because he had overfired the small sidearm. Against a creature that took so many round, it would have been easier to switch with his Assault Rifle. However, on the same thought, maybe he was getting too weak to be using such a high caliber weapon like his AR. As he took out the nearly empty magazine from his 9mm, Richard replaced the missing ammunition one by one from the box in his pocket. This took time, so as he fiddled with the firearm, he looked over at the woman, and spoke.
"Sorry to have dragged you into that, I just cant stand those things... Ive been at conflict with those slow walkers, it really changes a war. But these BOW things I keep seeing are just madness. Using those for fighting, or terrorism at that, just sends shivers down my spine thinking about it... What kind of sicko would even think of such a thing? Obviously a power hungery fool..." After Richard was finished with his rant, he inserted the full clip back into his 9mm, and then holstered it. He had too much equipment on him, thats what was slowing him down. But then he got an idea, as he looked back at the woman, who still remained silent all this time he was talking.
Removing the Assault Rifle from his back, he held it under his arm as he removed four banna style magazines with his free hand. Bundling them together in the strap, Richard then layed them against the wall, nodding at the young woman. "...You look like youd be able to use this better then I could. Im just not as stong enough as I used to be, so here... You take it, its yours as long as you need it... I dont think im gonna be around long enough to get much more use out of it..." Richard knew this was true, as much as he would hate to admit. But he would hate to waste a perfectly good weapon to rust in a pool of his own blood, it was nice to see someone else make the best of it for him. "So I guess I should be going now..."
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