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 Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 1:32 pm
Terry drove over a couple of awkward, gross, wet sounding bumps. They happened to be the zombies Jain shot down. In the rear view mirror, or the one that didn't break off, he could see dark smeared blood and pieces of rotting body shot off to the sides by his wheels.
"Good job kid..." Terry mumbled as he saw the zombies were disappearing into the distance. He turned on to the road and drove like a normal driver this time, but about 10 miles per hour over the speed limit. "alright... Let's see here." He looked at the printed out map and direction. He continued to drive back towards Nina's house.
"I'm Sargent Terry Phillips of the United States Marines." He stated as he looked on to the road, but pointed to the name on his camoflaged uniform. He was very aware of a dull type of white noise that had started up in the distance. Simply put he was trying to distract the young woman from said noise. It was coming from behind and he could see a mass of movement over the dark horizon line. It seemed to be moving quickly. Maybe if I'm lucky there is some booze in the young lady's house... he thought slowly accelerating his speed. "I was sent by Nina to fetch you." he said for himself. He tried to look into the rear view mirror unsuspiciously to get a look at the infected gaining distance. A group I presume... I didn't know they could get so big. I have to get there before them and help protect the kids...
They were in Nina's neighborhood now. He didn't remember the address or anything, he was just looking for the only super fortified one. She did a good job... Looks kind of like a makeshift military post in Iraq. he mused as he finally saw it. He parked the car quickly in the front of the house. "Around back... We have to go up a ladder." He said kicking his door open and stepping out, snatching up a submachine gun this time. He shut his door and waited for Jain to get out as well. He took a good look around the area of the house. There was a multicolored shine in the perfect ring of liquid around the house, or at least from what he saw. Oil... Smart kids... he thought with a smirk. "We better be careful... I think they set up traps for the infected..." He whispered and stayed on guard for any bumrushes from the infected.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 7:05 pm
Thomas absorbed the situation and processed everything. He DID need a new weapon, so he could start there.
Thomas got up and walked to the weapons room, where on the wall he found two 51" Naginatas. They weren't like any he had seen before, they were a kind of costom made brand. On the back of the handle there was a small jagged mace type ball, about the size of Thomas's fist. They seemed to be detatchable, so he tried to pull it off, but to no avail. He spotted an oddly shaped oval next to the ball. He pressed on it and the metal ball was released.
The metal ball crashed to the floor, connected to the Naginata by a metal chain stored within the White Wax wood handle, it was finely shaved down. He poped the ball back on. Thomas noticed that the metal ball evened out the weight of the Naginatas, normally he would only be able to hold one because of the size of the weapon, but the weight distribution made them much easier to weild. He went to his backpack and took out two of his belts.
It's a shame they're going to be destroyed.
One belt was white with black designs going throughout it, the other was a studded black belt.
Thomas wrapped the belts around each Naginata once and then facened them on his back. It made them easy to carry and draw from his back.
He walked up to where Nina was, he walked in while she was talking to some other girl over a WT. He waited for her to finish, and then drew the Naginatas from his back.
"Will these work?"
Thomas held the blades sideways to show the full length. He still had his daggers strapped to his side.
"Also, I'd like a full update, I heard part of a discussion on the WT"
((if you guys don't know how Naginatas look, here is a photo of one, the wood that the handle is made out of is right here it's an extremely durable, strong, shock resistant type of wood. It's the closest to unbreakable you can get with wood. ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 7:57 pm
He shuddered slightly when Crimson's hand brushed his, owing to the fact that he wasn't fully alert, and he put his hand down, to feel a clenched fist.
Such hatred... He thought, thinking of his father. Such pain... He closed off the memory of his abusive father, and focused on Crimson. She has seemed to be sleeping well, but Reshion wasn't sure. He rose off the bed and placed it on the opposide side of the door, so that he could get a better view of Crimson and what was going on outside.
"Sleep well Crimson, once of us has to." He said, wondering if she heard him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 12:26 am
Ada nodded to the brother and sister and watched Kalila drag Nicholas towards the bathroom. The way they interacted with one another was almost comical. As they disappeared into the bathroom, Ada began to gather all the food and drink, although it wasn't much. She knew that they would have to leave very soon, and that packing everything earlier would save them some time. She quickly grabbed as many bottles of water that she could gather and placed them on the table. After Ada got a few bottles, she quickly opened the pantry door and took all the food she could find, which was mostly candy bars, some chips, and Fig Newtons.
She spun when she heard footsteps behind her and could see-thanks to it no longer being dark, or the girl no longer covering her face-Kalila clearly. The goggles on her forehead made it seem like she had a second pair of eyes, and it made Ada giggle slightly. "It wasn't a problem." She responded to Kalila. "It is expected to help someone if they are in need of help." Silence suddenly covered them. Kalila was working the walkie talkie, trying to contact someone. When the two girls began to speak, Ada's stomach turned. She wondered how Nikita was holding up on his own, and if they would have still survived if her father was still alive. But it wasn't this that bothered her the most. The way Kalila, Nina and Alex spoke was as if they were siblings. It made her miss her brothers more than ever. What if the virus got to them? She pictured them all dead and decayed, and walking stiffly down streets as they looked for flesh. Ugh. She thought. Why am I even thinking about this? We need to be ready to leave.
She forced herself to snap out of it once she saw David come towards her. "My name is Ada, David." She said, putting her hand on her hips and emphasizing his name to prove that she hadn't forgotten his, but she unwillingly broke into a smile. "Yes, there is a box of soda pop in the fridge. There isn't much, though." She paused, bit her lip, then spoke again. "Maybe 4 or 5 cans?" She opened the fridge and lowered herself so she could count how many were left. "There are 4 left...and a 2 liter bottle." She straightened herself up and faced David with one eyebrow raised. "How the hell would you use these against an infected?"
Once Eri opened it, Nikita held the door wide in front of him. "Thanks, kid." He said, but she didn't seem to notice. Before he could tell his body to move, he saw Eri dash past him and he turned to see her stab a zombie in it's head. He lightly jogged to her and stared at the infected she had just killed. "s**t! That was badass," He said, "but come on. We need to get inside." He squeezed her hand, this time tighter, and led the way into the pharmacy. Once inside, he examined all the aisles to locate any infected. Instead he found silence, until he heard a click behind him. Instinctively, Nikita spun and placed Eri behind himself to protect her. He lifted his pistol to the thing in front of him. He looked down at it, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. It looks like a zombie, but why isn't it attackig us? He thought. He kinda looks like Predator... He came to the conclusion that it was the zombie of someone who had gone scuba diving or something to that effect, until he heard it speak. "I'm Nikita." He said, still placed in front of Eri in case this kid decided to attack. "Who are you? And what do you want here?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:08 pm
He nodded chastised. He had been an idiot to move the blinds. He considered mentioning that he wouldn't have used teh staples as he was aware of the noise but he dieicded against it. He hadn't said anything so she couldn't have known what he had been thinking. "Is there any thing we can use to block the holes around the wood? Like wood filling or that expanding fome (sp.)?" He had nothing else he could add right now. He awaited orders or advice on what to do. It would be pointless to run off and do something it was better to be organised and have one leader then to have a bunch of poeple running around doing their own thing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 12:51 pm
[[going to post more after Kagomethearcher posts...]] "SWEET, a two liter!" He said grabbing it, looking at it for a bit, then shoving it in his backpack. "I am very resourceful." He said grabbing all of the cans of soda, and shoving 3 of them in his backpack. He took the last one and walked over to where Kalila, Nicholas, and Alex were standing. "You all want any soda?" David asked, smiling.
"I'm ok." Replied alex, knowing what his father had in store for the ones that he weren't drunk. He eyed his dad suspiciously, to see if he was right or not, but David just smiled.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 1:53 pm
[AH ******** WANKING s**t! -breaths- I just made like the besterest post ever. [exaggeration but oh well] and lost it T^T Bare with me folks]
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 2:21 pm
Suddenly it became stifiling hot and hard to breath. A barrage of scents were assulting his senses as the fuzz in his mind began to clear. Reaching up with a shaking hand he hooked two fingers behind his mask and pulled it down around his chin and swallowed a deep lungful of air. It cooled his dry, burning throat and cleared his head.
Now exposed, his lip wound glistened grotesquely in the light. The flesh was neatly split by the brutal snap of elastic, the skin around it swollen and blackened by bruising - the wound itself sealed with a large bulk of dried blood. Now the mask was not obscuring it, the path of slicked and sticky blood was clearly marked, cascading down from his lip, coating his chin, and running rivers down his neck from when the blow was struck.
He leaned against the doorway for support and sucked in another, deeper breath. His eyes rolled back in his sockets and he seemed to shudder as the chill of the air ran through his veins, reviving his senses.
When his eyes rolled back again, he seemed to have recovered his senses and his wits completely. His expression, where before it had been vacant, confused and pained, it was now set in a sort of cold hard determination ad purpose.
"I was supposed to be meeting my friends here." His voice was dry and rasping. The words tickled his throat and he was itching to cough. But he refused to allow himself. For some reason he had gotten it into his mind that this would be a display of weakness and on some levels he saw this guy as a rival.
The guy was assertive, protective and of an age similar to his own. Mizuki had always been that slight bit competitive - but since being warped by the virus this had gotten worse.
The Virus' effects were to strip its host of rational thought and replace them with more primal instincts. Mizuki housed such instincts. He desired dominance and control, much as any budding alpha male. Though he was not conciously aware this was the reason - it was down to such feelings that he detested David so much. David had leadership potential that had threatened Mizuki's role in the pack. In fact, were Mizuki to revert back to such a primitive mind state in the company of David his first call of duty would be to tear the rival's throat out - in the same bloody fashion as the battles for supremacy that took place on the streets between Crazies all the time.
This was merely a warped sense of what went on in the average human brain between the Id, Ego and the superego. All human beings are born with just the id aspect of their personality. The unconcious part of them strives merely for self pleasure and gain. Super ego is brought on when a person is taught moral values and is interested in right and wrong - the welfare of others. The ego - the concious self, is the negotiate between. In a human's psyche, when the mind is attacked by the virus - all this is erased. The human is reverted back to the primal age where the Id reigned supreme and where morales are obsolete if you wish to survive. When Mizuki reverted back to his infected state he became said creature, ruled only by the lust for dominance and survival.
At the present moment, such urges were heavily diluted by the fact Mizuki was in concious control of himself, even unaware that he was thinking in such a manner. Though, it did show through in his slight iciness towards the other male - this Nikita.
"I thought you might be them and so I followed you here." A smile pulled in the uninjured corner of his mouth forming a lopsided sneer of what was supposed to be a genuine, albeit slight bitter, smile. "I kinda took for granted you'd be them. Let's face it, you don't see many live'uns running around these days do you?"
He reached up and scratched the side of his face, peeling away some of the drying blood that was iritating his skin. The nasty gouges at his temple too were coated in dried blood and were starting to irrtate him as they began to heal.
"I know it might be too much to ask but. . .you haven't met an indian duo have you? Girl and a boy?" Mizuki thought it might be too much to hope for if he simply offered the strangers Kalila and Nicholas' names. Instead he offered a vague description in any hope they might have seen something.
Mizuki looked at the boy, not even noticing the girl behind him anymore. All the time he was being aggravated by the strong scent of something infected. Something close by. Conciously unaware of what exactly the smell was, Mizuki could not explain it - only be bothered by it.
His nose wrinkled for a moment.
"Do you smell something?" He cast in idolly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2007 7:21 pm
((Oh GOD! I know that sucks... It happened to me all the time... So I'm very paranoied now. I keep the whole thing copied after a significant length... It's all good though. Your past was great.
I'm sorry it takes me so long to post you guys... I just have SO much homework and so much to do and I'm so busy all the time...))
"Good!" Nina said quickly whe she saw that Reshion took Crimson up and Thomas had grabbed a weapon. She quickly went about the house and shut all the curtians over the thick wooden planks. "They'll work just fine." She smiled at Thomas's choice in weapon. He might be a Japan freak like Kalila... Maybe? she thought approvingly. Papi loved those... she thought on a sadder note. Her father was safe at the moment she knew, well according to the news. But she still missed him. She walked back to stand in front of Thomas and Garath.
"Well... all in all I'm keeping all the lights off and curtains shut. If the curtains are shut we don't have to worry about light getting through." She said both to inform Thomas and semi-answer Garath idea of filling in the holes. "We're under a time constraint so I don't think filling in the holes is a good idea. For now: Lights off, curtains shut." She said quickly to Garath. She gave him a sad smile. She was trying to convey a message of apology for being so, what she thought was, mean. "We'll all stay upstairs in the weapons room or my room. The only exit and/or enterance is up here." She repeated to make sure they got the message.
"Oh... Right walkie-talkie..." It had taken Nina a couple seconds to realize what "WT" stood for. She felt stupid. She passed it off with a sheepish laugh. "Well... There's a horde of Zombies coming in our direction so I warned Kalila's group not to come here until they clear out... I'm not sure if they'll listen... But, you know, they're alive and that's all that matters." The last part was more to herself. "They're split with the leader of their group... They're meeting him soon. They met up with one of our friends and his dad... They're at the gun store now... Um... We'll head to walmart when everyone meets up..." She mumbled. She was still mentally spazzing with happiness at the thought of Alex having survived. Hearing the, very in character, confermation greeting of his being there just lightened her heart.
She thought she might be forgetting something and was thinking on it when over the moans she heard a vehicle. JAINY! Sarge!!! was the first thing screeching into her head. "Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh... Shush." She said dramatically, putting her index finger to her lips, and hold her other hand out to Garath and Thomas. "Do you guys hear that?" She questioned. "Was that a car... Maybe Sargeant Phillips truck...?" She asked cautiously.
She made her way into her room. She noticed Reshion and Crimson on her bed in her perifial vision. Crimson was still asleep and Reshion was not. She opened the window and curtain to her room, and the sounds of the infected were made more evident. The lights were still off so it shouldn't have been a problem. She head the breaks sqeak very slightly on a vehicle. "I did here a the truck." She said with a smile. She saw the headlights reflect on the building just before they turned off. Since the infected's calls were almost like a type of background noise, a rather loud background noise, but a background noise none the less, she could still here the slam of the door and a voice. It was a very short sentence, though Nina couldn't make out what it said. But, it did have the familiarity of Sargeant Phillips.
She looked at Reshion and Crimson fully. Crimson's sleep looked troubled while Reshion looked full ready to knock out into sleep. "We have the sarge now... I think... Well, if it is the sarge, Reshion, you can go to sleep. We'll have plenty of protection for you to rest. It's better to fall asleep of your own free will then to knock out dude..." Nina mumbled.
She glanced to Garath and Thomas, giving them a genuine smile. "We have a proffesional with us again."
In the kitchen area of the gunstore Kalila and Nicholas looked at each other and then back to Ada, Alex, and David. Kalila tried very hard not to visually cringe at David's use of the word "pop" and Ada's use of "soda pop". She relaxed as David finally called it what she found most normal: soda.
Kill off zombies with soda... That would rule... Nicholas thought as the image of shook up bottle of soda exploding as a projectile into the face of an infected entered his mind. He chuckled silently to himself. "Yeah... How do you plan on killing an infected withsoda- David?" He really wanted to call him "old man," but decided against it at the last moment. My dad's around his age... It's rather disrespectful. I know times are tough, but we can't let civil behavior slip into memory... At least in human interaction. the thought was kind of out of her normal zone of thought. But Kalila would have been proud of him if she knew what her younger sibling was thinking.
Kalila took notice of what was being packed: Food, weaponry, and liquids. Feeling sort of useless and deciding that packing materials was a good idea she stood up and put the walkie-talkie into the side pocket of her backpack. She took her empty backpack and snatched her brother's from him as well and wandered off towards the area that held ammunition. She filled them up with ammo she knew they needed. She figured David had gotten the ammo for his guns as well as Alex's, so she got shotgun shells for Mizuki and rifle ammunition for Nicholas. Nicholas's backpack was filled with the onion bombs, but she put some of his ammo into it anyway. Her backpack still had the covering items, so she couldn't fill much of it either. She kept the weight light enough to not hamper athletic ability.
Kalila made her way back over to the group. "I took some ammo... Shotgun shells and his stuff." She said pointing to Nicholas's gun. "Just so you know..." She mumbled as she handed Nicholas his bag.
Nicholas put it on immediately. He still had some of the original ammo, given to him by David, in his pocket. He looked around the group to see if he could help with anything. He ended up taking a seat at the table.
"I didn't leave much space to carry food." Kalila announced shyly. "The plan is... When we get to Nina's we head off for a Walmart. Walmart is stocked with food. We don't need to carry it." She mumbled, thinking point by point. "It might just end up attracting Zombies. I say we eat as much as we need at the store itself then head off. That way no one is hungry, we'll eventually get more food, but later, we have enough ammo as to not run out, and we still have our onion bombs." She sounded oddly maternal as she spoke. The tone carried the effect of a mother telling her child to take every single thing he or she need to do good in school. Though the materials were hardly that, it still held the same basic concept. "Is... Is everyone alright with that?" She asked nervously. This was a decision of survival for a group of people, the sheer possiblity of a very tiny mistake reeking havok on them all made her more cautious of her decisions than normal.
"Yeah- Makes sense to me... Can we just go?" Nicholas asked impatiently, his foot kicking under the table.
"Patients is a virtue, Nicho."
"That you don't have, Kali."
"So?" Kalila asked retorically with a slight smile. "Anyways, Ada, would you like a mask, a pair of gloves, and goggles?" she asked, turning her attention to her. It was obvious she was just changing the subject, and it didn't help she was still slightly smiling. But, Kalila was serious about the question.
All in all they looked ready to go. They had all there materials and a mental rest in the sense of being in a safe indoor area. I wonder... Are the zombies still thrashing around outside of the building? Or have they dispersed out of boredom? OR maybe they realized getting in is a basic impossibility and have stopped trying. OR MAYBE... They're waiting... Kalila thought. No matter how terrible the infected were, an interest to understand how the virus came to be, what it was, and (It could viewed religiously, morally, ethically, scientifically, etc. etc.) why it was put on to Earth still bubbled inside her. Nicholas was also effected by similar thoughts and interest in the virus. For him, being a philosophical person, he looked more into the "why." But at the moment his mind was focused on the now, while Kalila... was half way. The thoughts of Zombies outside the building lead to deeper thoughts of the world's situation, the possible death of her parents, and so on. Sadness was not reaching her. She was viewing the information in a way as if highly inprobable. In her mind her parents held something close to an almost... "God Mode" cheat. She didn't have a superiority complex for herself, unlike her brother, but she held one for her parents.
The siblings waited for the others.
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2007 8:14 pm
Reshion looked at Nina with a dry look and silently shook his head. It was a small nod, but easily noticed. Whispering, as not to wake Crimson, he said, "I'd rather not. I'll be fine. I'm keeping watch over Crimson." Sniffing, he glanced at Crimson then back to Nina. "I'll be ok." He was lying through his teeth. He hurt all over, he was afraid, and he was tired, but he refused to sleep, and he refused to let his guard down.
"I need a sword." He said plainly to Nina. "Something small, or medium size. I can't use this thing forever." He said, referring to the pistol.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 12:35 pm
wahmbulance ((Alright you guys... I know I said this RP is closed... But I accepted one more person. I know, I know... I should be more strict... But I can't help myself crying ... But yeah... there is one more person now. His profile is on the front page... Go ahead and read it... look through it. Be nice and welcome him nicely ^_^
Oh oh! Also... Due to Metzli's last post, and her reminding me of a lesson I learned in my Langauge Arts class a long time ago though she didn't know it, I've updated a very small portion of the Virus information... If any of you would like to read it and know a little more about the situation at hand for our beloved characters.)) wahmbulance
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 2:25 pm
Azrael sat perched in a tree looking down on the fortified house. Nearby he could hear the moans of the creeping undead coming closer to his tree. Dutifully he ejected the spent magazine in pistol and slid in a fresh one before leaping out of the tree. He quickly sprinted towards the house and began banging on the front door with his pistol.
"Anyone in there" he yelled through the door. "Hello is anyone there let me in they are almost here" he said the italian in his accent coming out thickly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 2:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 2:29 pm
((Thank you is anyone still at the house))
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 2:39 pm
Azrael could hear the thumping of approaching zombies and turned around. They where still about one hundred yards away but where getting closer. Azrael brought his pistol up ready to fight. He back kicked the door a couple of times very hard and yelled out in his italian accented english. "Is anyone in there please let me in or I'll break the door in" he said with confidence in shaking voice.
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