tk_valentine
Survivalist
Heaven can't save us, and Hell is a joke...
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 18, 2008 20:30:50 GMT -5
Cyril shook his head with a shrug. "Not really. I'll worry about it later. If our presence wasn't suddenly known, things may be a little different and this all would have been a little easier..."
Cyril let that last sentence trail off. He still wasn't 100% sure about this guy still, despite both of them having had an unsaid agreement not to kill each other. It was then Cyril realized something. "What's your name?"
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Dec 18, 2008 21:14:57 GMT -5
Somewhere within the Stadium A loud sudden crash could be heard echoing somewhere in the hallway where they were. From the sound of it, it was glass breaking, probably the windows. A flapping of the wings and the familiar kaw kawing sound slowly came near to them.[/i][/color] EDIT (OCC: lol woopsie)
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 18, 2008 21:31:17 GMT -5
At first I’d thought about answering the question truthfully, maybe it would do some good if I just laid everything out on the table, after all I wasn’t sure how long this guy was going to live. Then again secrets are always good, and a sudden smash down the hallway gave me my chance to avoid the question.
“Move it, that way,” I said and pointed to a nearby curtain, this one much larger than the last and led out into the stadium. All the while I watched down either side of the halls, keeping my eyes out for whatever had broken those windows, then I heard they’re calls.
Taking point through the curtain, I reached the end of the small tunnel and spun around the corner, heading up the steep stairs towards the very top of the stadium. To the left, near the top was the beginning of the booths which were rented out by the higher echelon of Raccoon City, back when this place was a common entertainment area, but I gave the booths no piece of mind, and took out a nearby zombie with my Glock.
When I reached the very top, I took a knee and spun around, sighting the three crows which now fluttered out the tunnel, I took aim and fired off a couple shots, one of which struck one of the birds and knocked it out the sky. It tumbled in the air down to the field and crashed into the field goal poles.
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tk_valentine
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 18, 2008 21:55:14 GMT -5
Cyril wasn't so quick to follow the guy out; in fact, he didn't come out even after the guy had fired his shot and taken out the bird. The sound of the crows' screams were louder than ever from the tunnel where Cyril should have been following from. There were a couple of grunt from himself from the sound of crows, but afterwards came a sudden whoosh of sound, something fast moving. Along with the sound was a faint glow of red and orange from inside the tunnel. Seconds later, Cyril came sprinting backwards from the tunnel archway, both hands held up in front of him with fire blasting out at a group of what looked to be three or four birds.
"Hot, hot, hot...!"
He was kinda mad that he was using both the spray paint he had gotten from a nearby supermarket to leave messages for any survivors as well as his own lighter fluid, but desperate times... He had to use the flamethrower in short burts, because it was already hot on the hand holding the lighter. The birds flittered and fluttered, and one even dropped to the ground in a spasming show of flames and smoke. The others were swerving to and fro, their flight patterns becoming wider and more disoriented. After another few seconds, Cyril turned and ran. There were more familiar bird screams coming from the tunnel. He looked around and then up to see the guy.
"You got a plan?" he called up.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 21, 2008 1:08:06 GMT -5
“I don’t have much of a plan, all I know is that we have to get as high as possible to get as good a look of the city as possible,” Continuing up the stairs, I reached the top of the stadium, and turned around to look over the field. I wasn’t sure what to do now, but I figured this was a pretty good view. What would’ve probably been better would have been to go to one of the office buildings nearby, but chances were they were filled with zombies.
“Is this a good enough view. If it’s not I mean, we can go and try to get on top of one of those booths over there,” I pointed with one gloved, crooked finger towards the viewing booths not too far away.
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tk_valentine
Survivalist
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 21, 2008 20:44:36 GMT -5
Up high, down low... This game of cat and mouse is taking far longer than I wanted. But I have to find him myself. And when I do...
Cyril shook his head. Now wasn't the time. And he wasn't really getting anywhere staying at the stadium. Even if Cyril found a "safer" place to go, it meant nothing until he found him. At this point, Cyril was willing to find him alive or dead...
Even if I have to find other nightmares to come across you.
Cyril's eye twitched slightly, and he was suddenly back to the present. He shook his head again as the sound of crows put him back on the move.
"Y'know, I think it may be better to get back inside," he called up again, already heading towards another one of the many archways leading back into the stadium. "We can only go so high before they corner us." Cyril had plans, and none of them involved dying here.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 22, 2008 2:39:34 GMT -5
Upon hearing the mans words, I shook my head and started heading towards the boxes, from where I was I could see inside the nearest box and spotted an elevator button pad. Deciding the stairs were a waste of time, I jogged over to the box and with a shot of my pistol cracked the entire front window from side to side. Using my elbow, I pounded out a sizable hole and climbed inside.
Less than 30 seconds later and I was on the first floor, right at the front entrance. There were a few zombies around, but I decided to do what I’d been doing all along, and half ran, half walked through the sporadically placed zombie. Before I realized it, I was heading down a random street, trying to find some place to go.
(Kyle Dupois has left the Stadium)
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tk_valentine
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Post by tk_valentine on Dec 22, 2008 2:58:02 GMT -5
Cyril didn't stop the guy from leaving. One less person to worry about. Cyril took the old-fashioned way down the stairs. He had avoided the hallway with the birds, finding this part of the stadium a little more empty. Perhaps the rest of the creatures were still investigating where Cyril and the other guy had made that ruckus earlier. Cyril found himself quickly back to the first floor. So he never really got an idea of where to go to find who he was looking for, but he knew one way to make sure that someone (or in this case something) would.
Let's see...
Cyril sidled the wall of the large entryway, looking outside in the stadium parking lot. A few abandoned cars (Cyril mentally noted that one was a police car), two undead shuffling aimlessly a good distance away...
Bingo.
Cyril's eyes fell on a manhole that lay halfway uncovered. Did someone already make their way down or was it an attempted escape? Either way, it didn't matter. That was his next stop. After a quick check of the cop car, Cyril found that it had already been raided. Luck was on his side, however, as there was an untouched box of pistol bullets in the glove compartment. With a little more ammo under his belt and penlight in hand once more, Cyril moved the loose cover off the remainder of the manhole opening and began to descend the ladder.
[[Cyril Lefevre has left the Stadium and entered the Sewers beneath Raccoon City]]
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Post by ragnell on Mar 16, 2009 6:49:59 GMT -5
(OOC: James Jagger enters the Stadium)
It was a cold day at Raccoon city the air wisping passed howling, The Stadium had been empty of life for what looked to be weeks, Body's were everywhere one could see, It was sad what had become of the great Raccoon stadium, Its once shining lights that allowed the batters to see what they were hitting, the thick green grass that all the players used in some way or another, And today it all had gone the lights were out, The grass was dieing, And the fans were already dead.
James took it all in looking around at what had happened to it, He walked passed the front gate, Now in the wide hall that the fans would use to get to there chairs or buy a beer, James could see the field where he was standing from his view he could see at lest fiftieth-teen zombies standing on the grass and around the field, Sad really how something so great could become this, There are few things better then baseball to James but looking at this made him think there were more.
Slowly he started to walk down to the field looking out for any zombies on the way, He made it to the ground floor and at this point thought about if some of the light still work and so he stopped looked at the field and has much has he wanted to forget about if he needed to see or not, He still began over to where the power was manged again keeping an eye out for anything dead, Walking along with a wooden bat in his hands James wondered if any of the food here was okay and getting a feeling of knowing that it wasn't, Instead he pulled out some small snacks began eating them.
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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 Mar 16, 2009 18:05:15 GMT -5
Siren was hunting, she was able to come out of hiding, for a while she was hiding from the world as things change and such, she mainly fed on humans or animals that ventured to far away, or came within her grasp, well the grasp of the multiple muscular tongues within her large mouth. She was out of hiding now, the world had gone back to how it had been, the dead roaming everywhere, limited armed survivors, and she was more capable now that the humans that were a visible threat were few. Funny enough Siren didn’t have eyes, rather she smelled, felt, listened, and tasted… for her way around things, even without vision she was a deadly hunter. She wasn’t built for taking on armies, probably not even small groups; she was more of made to hunt down individuals. She was originally made within the labs of Umbrella to find and capture deserters from Umbrella or to retrieve specimens that had escaped the labs; she was in short a retrieval unit. Siren wasn’t the best armed B.O.W. she didn’t have a muscular body like most, rather yet she was morbidly obese, but that didn’t make her a bad retrieval unit, she used her many muscular tongues to grab targets, or to break necks when needed, they could also at times be usefully used to grab weapons and disarm targets. The most dangerous of Sirens defenses was a high-pitched screech, which paralyzed any living thing within a ten-meter range for minutes.
Siren had scented a human, a live one within the Raccoon City Stadium, she didn’t have names for places of course, but rather knew them by their smells, the Stadium out of the other places in Raccoon actually had a easy to smell scent, old scents, but potent ones nonetheless. Smells such as hotdogs, sweaty uniforms, bloody uniforms, leather, grass, the smells were so numerous, a slight disturbance was somewhat difficult to tell, but she could tell that there was a live breathing human going into the stadium. She hopped her way toward the Stadium, making mini-tremors as she hopped over, once she was somewhat near toward the Stadium she began to walk at a sluggish pace, some of the rotting, less tasteful humans, aka the zombies were around the area, they weren’t as much a treat for Siren and only went after them when she couldn’t find fresh flesh to feed on. Siren lashed out two long purple tongues and grabbed the zombie by its lower body and its torso; she applied force with her tongues and tore the zombie in two tossing the pieces of the zombie into two nearby zombies. Siren continued her trip to the stadium and walked through the large entrance. Siren quietly walked through the Stadium, she discovered a dark room nearby the exit, and went inside it, Siren noticed a dying man laying down at the end of the room, he was bleeding heavily and held a shotgun within his hand. Siren quickly lashed a tongue out and snapped his neck then devoured his body greedily, Siren then took the Shotgun he was holding and tossed it into the hall way in front of the room, waiting for the live fresh human to take the Bait, Siren waited silently in the room, waiting…
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Post by ragnell on Mar 17, 2009 6:51:40 GMT -5
James-now in the breaker room-began to turn on some of the lights in the Stadium one at a time, Why did James come here what did he think he would get from it-Carly that was it he thought she could be here he always had a love of baseball and she could try and find her by looking here, But nothing, , Just has James was about to flick the lights on the field there was some kind of sound that came from the other end of the hall, He pulled the Beretta 90two from its holster and since the lights in the hall where still out he turned the flashlight that was attached to the bottom of it on, Walking over to the sound he pointed the light on it.
"A shotgun?" he said out loud looking at the Weapon on the ground, He took a few more steps towards it now seeing blood on one side of the gun.
He walk in front of the gun and kneed down and felt the blood; it was still worm he put one hand on the shotgun while he slowly got up.
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Aria of Souls
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Aria of Souls on Mar 17, 2009 22:40:04 GMT -5
Siren waited, he had taken the bait, but in fishing it was waiting for the right moment to yank the line, she wasn't going to just attack, he was slowly getting up, she had observed humans multiple times, she was aware of the sounds, she would strike if the human were to immediately grab the gun and make some noise, not caring much of his surroundings, but she could hear that this one was attempting to be as quiet as possible, along with picking the gun slowly. He most likely knew something was fishy... Siren quietly stood in her position anxiously waiting to attack, she was somewhat starving now and had difficulty thinking over things. Suddenly from her stomach a large gurgle sounded, she couldn't help it any longer.
Siren immediately jumped out of her hiding spot and went into the large hallway in which the man was, Siren lashed out twenty long, muscular, purple tongues which were about five times Sirens length. Siren was alone 3.7 tons and was while standing upright around 9 feet tall, Siren's tongues went flying toward the human attempting to grab him, Siren was not going to attempt logic she needed food and she needed it now, possibly it would have been better if she hadn't been so picky. Five of Sirens tongues went flying toward the mans guns, while the other fifteen went toward his legs, arms, and torso, hoping to grab something, the tongues were incredibly fast, it would be difficult to dodge all twenty.
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Post by ragnell on Mar 18, 2009 10:10:14 GMT -5
After it seemed that the danger James sensed had passed there it came again, In a darker part of the room was some kind of a rumble that sounded like an empty stomach of a child only this was much bigger, He jumped out of the area as soon as he heard the noise and thought he made it clear, But then felt something around his left ankle and whist, And his center body, That was when he knew he was in trouble whatever had him most of be big.
"Ahhh!" James began to yell out trying maybe to scare it away he thought on some degree, trying now to shake off the whips or whatever this monster was using, James started kicking and pouching to get it off, After deciding that was never going to work he reached for his Beretta 90two which he dropped after the first whip grabbed his hand only to find out the this creature had already got it, He looked over to the shotgun and knew as soon as he saw it that it was out of reach, Jame now remembering the Beretta Cx4 Storm that he kept around his right shoulder.
He grabbed it and took aim toward where the whip are coming from and let off about a dozen hoping he hit something.
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Aria of Souls
Zombie Hunter
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Post by Aria of Souls on Mar 23, 2009 20:57:54 GMT -5
Siren was shocked to see his retaliation, he had shot her after getting the gun. Siren quickly using what she could tossed him into a nearby wall, most likely either killing him, or possibly breaking some bones. Siren couldn't be sure, but she wasn't going to stay they for long, she was so easily injured, that was the problem with her design. Siren was incredibly vulnerable to hits and bullets pierced through her fat with ease, she didn't have body armor or defenses for this.
Siren began to escape the area, if he was still alive he could continue to shoot at her, she needed easier prey, prey that didn't fight back too much. Siren began to hop away from the stadium escaping from the danger.
(SIREN HAS LEFT THE STADIUM)
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Post by ragnell on Mar 24, 2009 8:07:08 GMT -5
Before James had a chance for another attack he found himself flying through the air and knew that it would bad, The creature most of thrown him after he fired the gun, And clearly he was going faster then any man should but he had no choose in the matter every ending had him slamming into a wall the only way he would survive was if by some miracle he killed the monster-which was obviously a B.O.W., and he didn't think a few shots would kill it, Then he hit the high against the wall at least ten feet off the ground, After the wall 'stopped' him the fall that came after was almost has bad, Hitting the ground face first James could retain consciousness and fell into what seemed like a deep sleep to him.
The moon was bright and has James slowly got off the ground he was surprised to find his body didn't hurt, And in fact he wasn't even in the Stadium anymore but now in a beautiful house with white Blind hagging over the window, Everything was perfectly in place, And there was no blood on anything, As he rouse from from the sofa he had been sleeping on he looked at the house it seemed familiar but Jame could put his finger on it, There was some voices coming from the next room He got up and reached for his gun when he could find it look at his holster and found it to be missing.
Walking through the doorway James turned the corner, His footsteps louder to normal do to the hard wood flooring, He looked ahead into the next doorway and saw a white room with counters and cabinet that had a matching color, The voices where coming from there what it was they were talking about was still muffled and James couldn't make anything out, taking a few steps and a time James wasn't a foot from the doorway, He took one more look down the hall its lights shining every five feet from the least one, the beautiful pictures of painting drawing or photographs in them, on the wall all perfectly illuminated.
He walked in and to his surprise saw Carly there talking to...himself, what did that mean, They didn't seem to notice him standing there and instead continued with there conversion Even here he couldn't hear what they were saying, He moved closer trying to find out what they where talking about when a gun shot jerked him awake.
Still on the cold ground James said in a low tone. "It was...just a dream?" he didn't move he know it would hurt this time.
After what felt like hours James began to move again, Thankful that the B.O.W. didn't return and no zombies found him, He slowly set both hands on the ground in front of him and tried to push himself off the dusty ground, After managing to turn himself face up he sat there for a little while longer but this time he kept his Beretta Cx4 Storm ready at his side, he thought it was night out do to how dark everything was-that or he could have been thrown farther then it seemed, And after another half a hour he began to get up again by quickly popping up as if he'd just had a bad nightmare, He was up now a little but doing that hurt a hell of a lot more then he thought!, Taking hold of something on the wall he got up to his feet grabbed his hand gun and the newly found shotgun and walked out of the Stadium, He never was good at playing the sport.
(James Jagger has left the Stadium)
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