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Post by .Merios on Nov 20, 2008 0:38:00 GMT -5
This is the Campus Center Building at the heart of the Raccoon University campus. On the first floor we have lobbies, help desks, offices, and multipurpose rooms, all of which are empty now. Also on the first floor is the dining hall, now strewn with broken plates and decomposing food. About twenty lecture halls are located on the second floor; now they are empty, and all who enter will hear an eerie echo through the rooms. The third floor houses the massive library at RCU, filled with incredible amounts of written knowledge that are now useless. Some bookcases have toppled over, turning the whole library into a mess. Also on the third floor are some now-unused study rooms.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 20, 2008 20:24:24 GMT -5
OOC: Stand by boys and girls... The story of the Raccoon city university will unravel soon. Students, please post in the meeting ground thread to confirm your ready.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 22, 2008 10:26:50 GMT -5
(Maybe we should just post our intros? I think the only person left is Reaper, and shes just remaking one of her characters to fit in with us.)
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Post by thegunny on Nov 22, 2008 12:00:38 GMT -5
(OOC: You go ahead if you've got an intro for the party, cause, My intro has nothing to do with this... so its either me think out a new post or your intro.)
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Post by thegunny on Nov 22, 2008 16:32:19 GMT -5
OOC: I'm terrible with parties...
Terry Parker mumbled and grumbled something under his breath just as much as the rest of everyone did as the notorious professor Joe Dean came to his place on the erected stage and speak into the microphone. His classes were an infamous prescription to insomniacs who needed a good knock-out pill. His humor was dryer then even Terry's.
I would like to thank you all for coming here today... I am glad that so many of you came to throw this party for Dean Eustace Taylor whom we appreciate and adore so much.... we previously planned for him to speak instead of me... but something came up and unfortunately the dean could not be here today. I apologize.
Everyone groaned and sighed at that, having thrown the party for him, but him not being present. Usually Taylor was really good about showing up to these kind of functions. Never the less, they accepted that if it was Taylor, it was important, and just hoped that the speech would end soon so they could salvage some of this night. Professor Dean finished up what he was saying, doing a largely on the spot impromptu speech, and then the people returned to their festivities. There was lots of dancing to go around, there was a thriving buffet that was being frequented, a few alcoholic drinks were being smuggled around... the decorations had been set up just today but they were rather impressive---- there were lots of art work from students hanging on the walls as well who had drawn them for this occasion as spurred on by the universities art professor. Rather good paintings, too..
Terry found it a bit ironic, or mildly distressing, as he sipped on his glass of punch contemplating what he was doing here, by himself. He had practically lost everything years ago, and it had seemed like the world had come to an end; the united states was gone and so were countless loved ones; the world was so badly damaged that still today economies and lives were having to be rebuilt; the world would never be the same as it once was. Yet tonight he was here, taking a break from work and a breather from classes, sipping punch, at a party, with a bunch of other living-uninfected humans, living it up. Terry had not yet gone to a party since things had returned to "normal" and not contemplated like this about things. But it had never kept him from living things up at the party. Terry got himself another cup of punch and brought his barrier he always brought up back down, relaxing, not playing the tough guy for at least tonight. He walked away from the punch to find something fun to do
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Post by therisingstar on Nov 23, 2008 1:33:11 GMT -5
“I would like to thank you all for coming here today... I am glad that so many of you came to throw this party for Dean Eustace Taylor whom we appreciate and adore so much.... we previously planned for him to speak instead of me... but something came up and unfortunately the dean could not be here today. I apologize.”
Sara rolled her eyes, smiling knowingly. Joe Dean, whilst perhaps in unconventional standards, a good professor, was known for taking a topic, analysing it to death and boring everyone with his comprehensions and thoughts. Anyway, Sara didn’t want to think negatively of him: after all, he had apologised.
And tonight was a special event: her first party since the invasion… not including her brother’s wedding. She thought fondly over the occasion that had occurred two weeks ago—her brother finally getting married; the brother who she thought she would never seen again, who would never get married, who would never be loved…
Usually she tried to block out thoughts about the invasion from her mind: they were disturbing and complicated, but just the fact that her mother and her brother had been able to stay safe while she had plundered though the city with a group of people she barely knew—X, Axle, Luke—it gave her a great amount of hope. She still thought about X and Axle and Luke sometimes—especially X.
It’s just that, she realised, looking around her, normally this stuff wouldn’t happen: fun stuff. With zombies and… She shuddered, the zombies had been horrible: they had brought on that feeling that you had to constantly watch your back; that nothing was safe… But I am safe.
The party was somewhat a hit despite Dean’s bittersweet presence. Taylor was a real sweetie and it would have been awesome if he had been there, but as he wasn’t, there was still plenty of fun to go around. Sara accepted a glass of vodka from Sally Fletchers—a girl from her course—with a giggle and a smile and took a sip of it.
She was still contemplating the going-ons of the party; the ruckus, the fun—such difference to the tragedy and devastation of the invasion. It doesn’t matter—it’s never going to happen again. But it had happened before, once the invasion had been extinguished, Sara had read up about past invasions—the 1998 one especially shocked her, she had never knew…
It was then when she realised she was a few metres away from the rest of the pack, a young man was standing not-that-far away from her. She regarded him curiously, taking another sip from her glass of wine, and decided to speak: “Hey. What’s up?”
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Post by thegunny on Nov 23, 2008 2:12:58 GMT -5
Terry side ways glanced at a woman--- the woman, considering they were away from the crowd, and shrugs.
Nothing much. Just trying to figure out what to do here at these things...I always come to parties but I have trouble figuring out what to do... hoping one of my friends will show.
Terry grumbled something under his breath as he stood up on his tippy toes and looked away from the Woman to survey the crowd looking for his friend and co-worker Ken Rasenberger, who he thought he saw way on the other side of the crowd, busy hanging out with Johnny and a couple of girls. Ken and Terry both were "Protoges" of Earnest Manstien, a famous gunsmith that lives in Raccoon city, and both had been best friends since they both started coming to the university. Although Terry was older then Ken, they both were taking the same course for a business degree and had shared aspirations of being a major force in the firearms industry. Terry deemed it a waste of effort to try and wave at them to come over, and stood again flat footed, mumbling something under his breath before he says
How bout you? His voice betrayed a bit of nervousness, not quite great at first impressions and meeting new people, but it was only his voice. He looked plenty calm over all. And he was a little nervous because he had just dodged talking about what was "up" for him... he was thinking about the outbreaks because he didn't want to ruin the fun for other people... --------------------------- As the party took place, infected's crept across the campus... sneaking... A zombie came stumbling down a hallway following the noise and ruccous of the party, and more others were spread throughout the campus that had filtered in unnoticed.
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Post by therisingstar on Nov 23, 2008 2:20:40 GMT -5
He spoke in husky muttered and when he spoke to her, it was as if Sara had to lean closer towards him, as if the mere distance between them was a void large enough to let his voice trail off into nothing. “Not really doing anything,” Sara shrugged, she spoke whilst—like him—surveying the party.
“So you always come to parties but you never know what to do?” Sara asked with a smile. “Well, that’s…” she shrugged, but stopped—because there really wasn’t anything to say. She didn’t the mind the guy, even if he was quite quiet—but then, maybe she was overanalyzing him… after all, he had spoken more to her than she had to him.
Musical beats began to thump and Sara smiled as the sound became louder. People were fooling around, not really dancing, but jumping all around each other—hopefully Dean wasn’t around, because by the look of things one girl was about to get crazily drunked, and when alcohol was involved, crazy things happened.
She looked back to the boy. “So… what’s your name?” she asked curiously—almost with a childish curiosity, her eyes widening slightly as the words left her mouth. Then she heard the noise, a creaking groan, almost inaudible, drowned under the music and raucous galore of the party…
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Post by Reaper on Nov 23, 2008 19:01:38 GMT -5
Andreya by passed the party going on in the main area. The science laps were on the main floor as well and she knew that the noise was going to be a problem to her. Still she needed to get some extra time in at the lab. Mostly because she had to struggle to study, Thortan had gone threw a lot to get her to this point, and she didn't want to let him down. Thanks to her real father she was actually further behind anyone in the learning process. She sighed a bit as she opened the door and switched on the lite. She set her backpack on desk and picked up the lab coat.
Removing her lab book from her back pack she opened it up to the sixth section and started going over the notes she wrote down. Picking up several vials and mixing them. Checking the notes, and writing more notes. She repeated the process until the vial started smoking and shattered in her hand. Andreya stood there a bit dumbfounded as to what had just happened, but shook it off. She wrote down the outcome, and changed her gloves. She then started to repeat the process trying to figure out where she had went wrong.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Nov 24, 2008 21:49:40 GMT -5
(OOC: With all due respect, Reaper and I are roleplaying in a seprate story from you guys, and would like it to stay just one on one.)
Louis finally returned to Raccoon City, this place was all sorted out now. Seemed to be an opportunity for a fresh new start. But when he heard about the killing surrounding the University, he became flourished in curioustity. Entering through the front doors, the sound of loud voices were echoing throughout the building. Just another University party, nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed so different having young people around him having fun, instead of fighting for there lives. Seemed like the outbreak happened only days before, but it was long gone and passed. Louis didnt want to act suspicious or anything, so he tried to blend in the best he could. But after finding an empty science lab, he decided to start his investigation there.
Slowely and quietly opening the door, Louis slipped inside, gentaly closing it behind him. The light click of the knob seemed to make more noise then it actually did, but still he remained quiet like a class was active. But just when he though the room was empty, he noticed a young woman in a lab coat working with chemicals at one of the stations. Louis wasnt much of the social type, but the room was fairly quiet, aside from the obvious partygoers in the nearby room. He walked up beside the lone woman, and gazed at the contents on the table. "Catching up on some overtime, I see... What exactly are you trying do?" Louis had absolutely no education about science, or what any of the things on the table were. But curiousity took over once more, and it seemed like an appropriate time for conversation.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 24, 2008 23:17:28 GMT -5
Andreya nearly jumped out of her skin, her hand jerking causing the vial to drop to the table and start to sizzle, when she heard someone speak up. She looked around to the man who was standing next to her. A strand of her long golden hair falling across her pale face to hid one of her dimly lite ocean blue eyes. She smiled weakly as she tried to clean up her mess with shaky hands, making it evident that she was nervous. She looked back down at her mess and finished throwing everything in the bio hazard bag.
"I- I'm working on a T- theorem acid," she said lightly with a slight stutter as she did. She shifted slightly to step away from the man, as she tried to go about her business again. Sighing a bit as she looked back up at him. "Y- your not s- suppose to be here . . . T- this is f- for students and teachers only," she said lightly. Shifting her head to the window as she seen something pass by, but only caught the back end of the person. She sighed a bit as she tried to keep her mind on her work.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Nov 24, 2008 23:32:38 GMT -5
Louis slightly gasped when the woman dropped the contents onto the table, and then felt bad afterwards. He quickly went to clean them up, but then retracted his hands when he remembered it was acidic. Before he thought anymore, the woman had cleaned it up quickly. Louis understood that he wasnt suppose to be in this building, but he felt some kind of urgency. Or was it his curiousity just building up? Regardless, he grabbed a nearby chair, and quietly set it down facing the woman. He sat, and then looked at the woman. Although he didnt want to seem like he was forcing an interrogation or anything, Louis spoke up, without trying to dodge the question he actually came to ask.
Leaning in slightly closer to the woman, but not enough to make a large different, he spoke calmly. "Do you know anything about the recent violent activity occuring here in the Raccoon University?" "Or anywheres for that matter..." He said under his breath. Please, im not here to intrude your time, but surely you understand this may be a serious issue..." Louis wasnt sure what kind of response he was expecting, but something wasnt adding up right in this place. His work wasnt exactly the more common, or in any way normal, but something drove him to find an answer. Not wanting to cause any stress or discomfourt, he sat a little ways back in his chair, letting the woman give an answer.
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 24, 2008 23:38:57 GMT -5
(OOC: BWAHAHAHAHA! Rping in my domain. Lol asked Gunny's permission. Won't attack yet after gunny gives the signal.) Somewhere in the Party Ralph Anderson, an Associates Degree of Literature Art and one who was looking for a good time, was not feeling so good during the party.
At first he thought... maybe it was the beer he had drank earlier. But then he realized it was impossible. A joke. One beer bottle never made him drunk!
Even so, on the contrary, he felt weak. His vision was getting blurrly. His legs rubbery.
Dropping his bottle on the floor without knowing it, which rolled around lazily and caused some of the college students to mock him for being drunk, he made his away across the party and managed to sit at a discrete empty couch at the far end of the room, which had been brought by one of the party's organizers earlier to supply more seats.
There, he slowly realized that something else must be afoot. With his skin noticably going pale white, beads of sweat appearing in his forehead, he felt himself burning, like he was near a fire or something. His head was slowly going around in circles. Mouth open, he tried to say something, to shout for help or call his friends. But the words never came, his friends slowly disappearing into the crowd of students who were mixing and mingling infront of him.
Ralph Anderson, not the first but one of many. As he sat on that couch, shoulders slumping and his forehead suddenly resting on his lap, the T-Virus spread like wild fire across his body, spreading through his blood stream and laying seige to his Immune System. Overtime, the body would die of course.
For now, Ralph Anderson slowly drifted away into oblivion, later to awake as something else... As his friends partied all night long.[/i][/color]
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Post by Reaper on Nov 25, 2008 0:00:17 GMT -5
Andreya looked up at the man before going back to work. Her eyes glancing to her notes, and she had to start all over. It wasn't bad enough that she struggled threw school. It was even worse that she was up late just to get caught back up, and now she was going to be dead tired when it come to class in the morning. She sighed a bit as she pulled out her cell phone and noticed that Thorton hadn't returned her call. She sighed a bit wondering if he was on another mission, but if that was so then wouldn't he have given her a call before he left. He knew she always worried about him.
"T- These deaths . . . aren't normal . . . b- but the police say they are . . . T- thorton says there's nothing to worry about," she spoke lightly. Her hands still shaking as she worked with the chemicals. "T- though a lot of people have b- been missing class. They've been sick. I worry, b- but everything has been normal for quite some time. O- over four years, and nothings happened," she said lightly. She sighed a bit as she set down one one the vials, and her eyes darted toward the window again, but still nothing was there. She was almost expecting something to come threw the window, but nothing ever did.
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Post by OompaLoompaFan75 on Nov 25, 2008 0:31:39 GMT -5
Louis didnt like the fact that the woman had been concentrating before he arrived. It made him feel like he was taking her time away. But she responded to his question, more then he even expected. People missing classes was for highschool dropouts, not University level students. The only ones in this place were the ones that wanted to be here. But when the woman told him that the deaths werent normal, then more questions were sparked. It almost seemed like she knew more then what she was telling him, but Louis never spoke out of assumptions. He curiously looked at the woman, sort of puzzled when she told him that the students here where getting sick. "A... Sickness?... You say?... Hmmm... What do you think could be causing this?"
Louis knew the woman wasnt an expert, but she did seem pretty educated as far was the University showed. He himself never made it this far, never even thought of getting past Highschool much until it clicked. His job never required much from him, and even that is in the past, as he was now freelance. Focusing back to the woman, he didnt expect a response. Louis was already taking up her time, and he wouldnt want to distract her further. he wrote his cell number down on a peice of paper, and layed it on the table beside the woman. "Thank you for your time... Best I be going now. If you have anymore information, please let me know. Just ask for Louis Johnson..."
At no level was Louis a police officer, or an FBI agent. He was just a man searching for answers, nothing more. Just as he rose from his seat, there was a loud bang at the door. He didnt remember locking the door, so whoever it was could just open it up. As his steps drew closer to the door, Louis spoke out. "Sorry for trespassing, I was just about to le-" But his words were cut short when the door bursted open, and a highschool student stood there, his shirt drenched in blood. But those eyes, he knew exactly what was going on. It was just as he suspected...
Pulling out his gun, Louis yelled at his side toward the young woman. "Get behind me, now!" He didnt fire any shots yet, it would be a waste if they could just get out of the room through another door. Louis didnt come prepared for a job, or to deal with these things again. He was so certain it was all over, and he could go back to his semi-normal life. "Take us somewheres secure, you know the building better then me!..."
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