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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of.         Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 92 days Last activity: 80 days |
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| Name: Chris Wistock
Age: 28 Occupation: New Falls Military Seargent Weapon: A Two USPs and an FNP90, 4 clips for each usp in clip holders on belt and 3 clips for FNP90. Vehichle:Humvee unarmed Stolen from Motor pool has ammo for his weapons and many more *Chris floors the pedal to the Humvee Smashing the the front gate of the military base he is heading to the church to pray* THUD THUD... Well...kinda glad i stole this... *Looking forward he sees a Humvee in front of him and swerves to the left hitting two more zombies* Survivors... *Chris opens up the side door to the pulling his usp and shoots a zombie in the head* Hello...I am not infected...I just escaped the Military base... I am Seargemnt first class Chris Wistock and you are? (Last edited by Spartan on 07-06-05 12:49 AM) |
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Jobes Car Joe  Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6012 days Last activity: 5012 days |
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| Name: Lt. Col. Rico Jobes
Age: 29 Sex: Male Occupation: Ex-Marine in the United States Marine Corp Clothing: Army Uniform Gun/Weapon: M-16, Glock 9mm. 4 clips for each weapon Transport: Taxi Cab which stole after killing the Cab Driver was bitten Bio: Rico has lived in NFC all his life. He joined the United States Marine when he was 18. He fought in the Iraq War getting 56 confirmed kills. He was a key sniper. After all the killing he was done he decided to retire from the marines and go back to living in NFC. Jobes while landing at the airport notices that four people are bitting people outside of the airport. He pulls out his 9mm and kills two of the closest people near him and steals the taxi cab. He pulls up to where a man in riot wear is standing and is followed by a girl who seems to be bitten. He points his 9mm at her while walking over to the guy. The name is Rico. What the hell happened here?" |
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Azen Dalin Thief  Since: 08-30-04 Since last post: 6627 days Last activity: 6626 days |
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| Name: Asuka Minotaru
Age: 19 Sex: female Occupation: Worked for Curious Medical Clothing: Glasses (nearsighted), a black tanktop, a lab coat, and a pair of black pants. (At night she takes off the lab coat) Gun/Weapon: One long sword and two pistols Transport: feet Bio/Backround: The last survivor of Curious Medical, she had made an antidote for anyone she could find that had been bitten. Before she'd become the Medical Genius of the era, she had been a swordsman-in-training. After she'd finished her trianing, she'd gone into the medical area and had worked on the drug for soldiers. Her "sensei" had been the first to be bitten and was the one that had started the horrible epidemic. She'd killed everyone she could and made her antidote, hoping to find people that had been bitten. Other: Orphan Asuka walked through the streets, she saw no reason to run nor a reason to shot for now. Her lab coat wavered in the air. She'd been below in the slums and had found no recent survivors, everyone seemed to be the undead. Everything looked hopeless for NFC, and if she couldn't find anyone to use her antidote on, she was going to commit suicide. Fuck being the "last survivor"...what good is it to survive if there's nothing left to survive for? This whole cities a barren wasteland of wandering corpses. The Governments abandoned us...the only thing survivors can do is wait until the second Black Death is over. When her inner thoughts came to an end she'd heard the yell, "EAT LEAD, MOTHER FUCKIN' ZOMBIES!" from a few blocks away. Dear god...survivors are screaming now?! What do they want to be killed?! She rushed to where the screams had come from and saw that by now an entire group had formed. "How ironic..." She began as she walked towards them. "Meeting at a church. Isn't it bad enough that any god out there has abandoned us? Now we have to meet at his place of worship." Asuka's eyes landed on Kara, who seemed to be in horrible shape. In her bag she had medical supplies, she walked over to where Kara was and made her sit down. With ease and quickness, she began to work on the wound. "This is going to sting..." She poured alcohol over the wound and wrapped it tightly. |
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KadajRodsusu Archer  Since: 06-30-05 From: Music Box Since last post: 7040 days Last activity: 6917 days |
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| OOC: ok everyone LISTEN UP we have 7 people so far in the room, i should have stated this in the start but i only want 12 survivors, that means 12 people in the RP. So with that in mind we need 5 more or can take 5 more. I have a reserve for Jexim who will be joining us soon when he can and once he does it will be 4. Otherwise only 4 people can join then its closed.
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Abazaba Merchant  Since: 02-08-05 From: Long Beach, CA Since last post: 6984 days Last activity: 6144 days |
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| Name: Shintaro Kiyomitsu
Gender: Male Age: 22 Occupation: Underling and Teacher of his father's Dojo Weapons: One Katana (right) and one Tanto (left). Strapped to his back, two pump action shotguns. Lastly on his belt were fourteen extra shells, three in front of each sword and eight along the back of the belt. Clothing: He wore, black jeans and a black shirt with red flannel over shirt, and a jacket tied to his waist in a manner that left the hilts of his swords unobstructed. He also carried an extra pair of glasses (near sighted to a point of almost blindness) in his jacket pocket, incase something went wrong with his contacts. Description: He stands at 5'10" 170lbs, with a fit yet not over muscular build. He has dark black hair, and brown eyes. He also has a light tan complexion from all the training done outside. Transport: A bicycle left on the side of the road, by what he assumed was an attacked survivor as there was a lot of blood on the bike when he found it. History: Born in Koriyama Japan, where he studied the art of Kendo. He and his family moved to America when he was seven. Where his father opened a school for Kendo in New Fall City. Shintaro continued to study the art of Kendo, and study the code of Bushido. For the reason that his father wish for him to run the school when he died or was no longer able to. In this way he would pass something along to future generations. So it was the Shintaro studied Kendo and Bushido preparing to take over his father. That was until the day the virus broke the city in panic and ruin. The school obviously closed with no more students to teach, his father moved back to Japan with his mother and two younger children. However Shintaro stayed behind to wait, if after enough time the city became safe he call his father and have him return with the rest of his family. If not Shintaro too would leave back to Japan to figure out what his family would do. It was early morning when Shintaro left his family Dojo. Even with the city infested with zombies and other various undead, he still continued to train not only in Kendo but also the rest of his body. So that assuming the city is cleared of the infestation he may still take over his father's Dojo as head master. As per his usual routine he jogged up the city block and continued for five or so miles until he began to become winded. At which point he would stop in to the liquor store that was left pretty much unopened or damaged. He assumed that the owners just ran from the city like the rest as soon as the news broke. Which was why the store was still fully stocked and ready pretty much for a normal business day. Shintaro walked into the store and strait to the bottled water section. He look around till he found an unopened bottle, there were many there since the owners had left so quickly there weren't may zombie or undead types who bothered the store since it was devoid of any thing that would suit them to eat or drink. So he knew it was safe to eat anything that wasn't opened or damaged. Since there was no power in the store and assumebly through out the entire town he stayed away from anything that expired quickly. After drinking about a litter of water he once again ventured out of the store and jogged back to the Dojo. Once there he practiced his kendo, and read the books that he kept on Bushido until about noon, or what he assumed was noon since the sun was in the middle of the sky. At which point he made a pot of rice, and green tea. Since both of which were non-perishable items he knew he could stockpile them. This was his food for the most part along with any meat he could find that wasn't contaminated, there was very little of that still remaining. So what he could find he cured with salt and other spices, so that it would remain as fresh as possible and would also be left alone by any undead that happened by. Now done with lunch he once again took up to practicing Kendo, and memorizing his books about Bushido. Until the sun was almost ready to start into a sunset. At which point he once again took a jog this time in the opposite direction, for he knew from a very painful experience that there were many a zombie that would come out of what ever pit they lay in at that point during the day in the other direction and near the store he used as a stopping point. This day he had decided to take his bike, well not his but a bike for which its owner assuming him alive would not miss at this point, and began to ride. As he did he noticed the zombies come out a few of which noticed him and took chase, though they were far too slow and unsteady to keep up with him on his bike. He continued to ride until he heard an odd sound coming from and old church (well old as far as a new town was concerned). It was neither the normal sound of zombies nor the disturbing sound of the undead mutations that would frequent this part of town. Instead he heard the almost unfamiliar voice of people talking. At first he couldn't tell if this was just his mind playing tricks or if they were real. He decided to chance it and ride ever closer to the sounds hearing them grow louder. They from what he could tell came from inside the church; this was just odd as far as he knew. "Are there really survivors?" he wondered as he crept ever closer. He continued to ride ever closer to the sound of chatter. Until such time as he heard the yelling of a man, something about zombies. It was at this point he got off his bike and took the hilt of his sword not yet unsheathing it, for he didn't want to seem threaten as he entered for fear of being shot, or worse. Though he kept his hand on the hilt of his Katana as he entered the church leaving his bike lying on the steps to the church. Once entering he saw the small group of people, it was truly an odd sight to behold after living in the city for what seemed like an eternity without seeing any living souls. He looked to the group, mostly males and just stood in shock. He slowly walked towards Asuka who was bandaging the wounds of another female, sitting down. As he walked ever closer his hand still on his hilt until he was directly behind her. "Are you all survivors?" was the first obvious and stupid question to come out of his mouth, after he blushed. Since zombies would neither speak in a conversation like manor or much at all. Nor would they bandage there wounds let alone each others. He took his hand from his sword and used it to smack his fore head, "Of course you are survivors, why else would you be here in this now God for saken town. Which makes it ironic that you are here in a church of all places." With that he stood and looked around to the group. "Well I am Shintaro Kiyomitsu." As he spoke he bowed to the group and as he rose "You all may call me Taro. Heck call me what ever you want, I am just glad to see someone still alive in this awful city. That does indeed bring me much hope." After speaking he just sat next to Kara, and waited for the group to speak. (Last edited by Abazaba on 07-06-05 12:43 PM) |
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Azen Dalin Thief Since: 08-30-04 Since last post: 6627 days Last activity: 6626 days |
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| Asuka looked up, rather surprised by the new comer. She'd figured that this group was all that was left, but after finding six other people, it gave her hope that this town was not yet as dead as she'd originally thought. Her eyes rolled as he gave the speech about it being ironic that they'd all meet in the place of god.
"I said the exact thing...I'm guessing this makes our group even larger." With a rather bored expression she looked over at Jason, a surprised look came upon her face. "Hmm...imagine that...so the cop is still alive." She stood, shining light on her face. Asuka had met Jason twice before, both times were when the police were trying to shut down Curious Medical. It was bad enough that he had to be right, but for some ungodly reason...he was also a survivor. |
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Jexim Asuka  Since: 10-07-04 From: California Since last post: 6466 days Last activity: 6343 days |
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| Name: Kyle
Age: 19 Sex: Male Occupation: Construction Worker Clothing: General Construction Garb... heavy... thick... protective... Gun/Weapon: Tool Belt full of tools... a piece of rebar about 3 and a half feet long... Transport: NONE Bio/Backround: He just recently became a construction worker... he is panicking... Other: BLAH!!!! *Panicking, Kyle runs down the road seeking sanctuary, he runs towards the church near the construction site he was working on, as he turns the corner he almost runs into chris's back, without thinking he imeadietly swings the piece of rebar as hard as he can at Chris's head* WOO... I got one... I got one... *he screams irrationally as he jumps up and down* (Last edited by Jexim on 07-07-05 01:30 PM) |
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KadajRodsusu Archer Since: 06-30-05 From: Music Box Since last post: 7040 days Last activity: 6917 days |
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| OOC: Everyone ok PLEASE do not all start in the Church its a CITY FOR GOD SAKES its like finding a needle in a hay stack. Everyone can stay in the church or go to the church im just saying new people who join just be somewhere else. Im only going to take a few people with me but others will be on there own untill the meet up with us or w/e.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Holstering his fire arm he looked at Kara and nodded his head, he paid no mind to the other surviors who kept on entering he just cared about himself and the girl, that was his only concern, getting those who could make it and he could rely on. The girl, Kara was strong enough she was a bit injured but he had a strong heart to keep from any trouble, she could handle herself and could work well in a group if armed correctly and told what to do. Looking at Kara he smiled and spoke out to everyone who remaind in the group of people. "There are alot of surviors i see that, and i know all of you want to get out of her as much as i do but we cant all stay together...to many causes much yelling and then trouble. I want a good ordered group of surviors and ones who can keep under control..." As he said that he saw the man come behind Chris whacking him over the head. As this happened he rose a brow but didnt pay much mind to the attack but only spoke out and shouted. "Hey you...he wasent one of those things you hit the wrong guy..." He sighed and looked at Kara, rubbing his brow. "Get you're supplies and things ready and head out im going to choose 2 more to go with us..." He looked at the others and walked down the rows and pews, passing by people, slightly knocking them to the side as he got threw. Coming up to Chris he looked down at him and took one of his USPs and walked out of the church, taking the guy who hit Chris and pulling him aside speaking to him roughly. "I didnt like him at all...not one bit...you're part of my crew, get any weapon you need you can find and come with Kara and me...shes the young girl..." He stepped pass the man and walked down the street keeping close eyes on anything that made a move to attack. |
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Azen Dalin Thief Since: 08-30-04 Since last post: 6627 days Last activity: 6626 days |
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| Asuka throws a punch, hitting Kyle in the jaw.
"Before you start swinging things around, look at who you're swinging them at. We're not zombies you jumping idiot." The 19-year-old's voice was harsh, angry, and the punch was probably pushing it, but she didn't care. Even the fact that Jason had gotten onto him before she could didn't matter. The fact of the matter was, the zombies were growing stronger by the days...and she could not afford to loose one person to a bumbling bafoon. She shook her hand off, the cold brown eyes looking at Chris. Asuka bent down, seeing that Chris now had a cut on his face as well. Fuck...this idiot doesn't realize the danger he's--- before she could finish the thought a zombie moved its body into the sanctuary. It's sluggish movements and sagging skin made her gasp and move back. "Damn..." She uttered. The long sword on her back was quickly unsheathed and the zombie was killed barely within the blink of an eye. She kept her eyes tightly shut, as not to get any blood in her eyes...but nothing came out. Slowly she opened her eyes, and then out loud stated: "They're becoming used to having no blood...shit. We have to find shelter...now." She yelled back at the others. There was a slightly bitter look on her face as she realized she was agreeing with the cop. "I agree that splitting up will be a good idea...less noticable. However, cop, there are still a few things I need to talk to you about. A few particulars...like the fact that these zombies are no longer looking for blood to run off of, not only that but here," Though she didn't particularly like Jason, and was thrilled not to be teamed up with him, she was more than willing to split her supplies. "There's alcohol and bandages...and a few of these." She held up a vile that had a bluish liquid in it. The viles were cased in soft cushioning. "You only need a little bit, but if someone gets bitten or scratched, put this on them in the first hour...they won't be infected." She handed the bag to Kara. "Medical supplies need a woman's touch, here. You take it and make sure that nothing gets broken. The supplies in there are very rare...due to people thinking that alcohol could be used to fix the wound from a zombie...there isn't much left. Oh, and one more thing. I carry these around for good measure." Asuka handed Kara a watch that was a two way communicator. "We're the last survivors...we need to know where the other is. The rest of you are coming with me I guess." (Last edited by Yuzukichi Kaze on 07-06-05 02:05 PM) |
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Jobes Car Joe Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6012 days Last activity: 5012 days |
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| Rico followed Jason and the person who hit Chris in the head outside the church. He drew his 9mm and held it at his side.
"So what gives you the right to take his gun. His isn't dead you know. I will take my own group and search for survivors. I got two walkie talkies your group take one and my group will that the other one. I got training in warfare so I know what I am doing. I will take Chris Taro Asuka and anyone else who wishes to join me." Rico pulls out the Walkie Talkie and throws it to Jason and walks back into the church but before he goes in he turns around to Jason. "On Channel 4 there has been chatter it sounds like Morse Code. It is saying that there are survivors and there are under attack of the undead on the other side of the city. I will take the Humvee and go see if there are any survivors left there. Remember if you need our help we will be coming to you. So don't be a hero and and get yourself killed. |
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KadajRodsusu Archer Since: 06-30-05 From: Music Box Since last post: 7040 days Last activity: 6917 days |
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| Jason took the radio as it was tossed to him and smirked a bit, laughing at the big tough guy. Hew knew what he was doing he was at the main scene before anyone else was and he could take care of himself. Looking at Kyle he shouted out to him even though he was in a near voice range.
"Lets head out, help Kara get her things were moving on foot untill we find a transport...will gather supplies and whatever we can on the way and head to the escape rout..." He turned and started walking down the nearly barren streets. Broken down cars lay everywhere, some blown up, flipped, or trashed all a mess. He saw corpses none of them twtiching or moving, they were ethier dead or going into the sleep before the big show of being the undead. Stopping on the side walk corner looking all 4 ways, once back to the church seeing Kyle and Kara and others forming and then ahead he searched all ways. One way, to the left was totaly blocked, someone must have made some sort of barricade out of old flooring, cars and what ever junk they could find. The only way was ahead and it lead down hill into a better area of the city, then he knew it would lead to the middle class section then to the rich part of town, the center would be the worest the most civlians and the most undead. Looking back at Kyle and Kara he shouted. "Its clear lets head out...the other group will meet us at a diffrent point and we can exchange things...lets move out its getting darker..." He began to walk, his gun holstered but he kept the buckle loose to pull fast and shoot faster. |
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Abazaba Merchant Since: 02-08-05 From: Long Beach, CA Since last post: 6984 days Last activity: 6144 days |
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| Quickly getting his wits about him, after the shock that is finding living people in this most dead town. "Ok" He said as he stood. "Which way to the Humvee? Although I don't personaly beleave in spliting up. If the rest of you feel it is best, then I will follow." Puting his hand on the hilt of his katana, and walking behind jobes.
"I think that we should swing by my house since we are going cross town. I have two guns and more ammo, along with melee weapons for those who want them. Secondly there is a larger store that has ammo and possably weapons near my dojo. Since we will be going into a hostal zone, we should be prepared. Also I have non perishable food and a small generator there that can be loaded onto this Humvee easly enough. Lastly there is a ham radio that doubles for a police scanner at my dojo that could come in handy." After that long winded speach of sorts he stood quiet listening for undead or zombie activity, scanning the room and walking carefully outside seeing only two slowly moving zombies. Taro, quickly sprints to the zombies walking next to the humvee. He draws his sword and almost in a single motion decapitaes the two zombies sheathing his sword in the process. After which continues to scan the area around the humvee listing for anything else that maybe in the area. Also watching the backs of anyone who exist the church. (Last edited by Abazaba on 07-06-05 02:51 PM) |
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Jexim Asuka Since: 10-07-04 From: California Since last post: 6466 days Last activity: 6343 days |
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| *The punch leveled out Kyle's thoughts, calming him and making him quite a bit more lucid, he looks around, realizing Chris is not a zombie, winces, bending slowly to take one of his guns and then runs to follow Jason, leaving the heavy rebar behind, as he ran he ran he looked at the gun, he had handled weapons before, but was no expert, he was trying to make sure the saftey was off as he ran around a corner, straight into a zombie who was making his way to the church, as they hit each other they both stumbled back words, Kyle immeadietly raised his gun, but remembering his last incident with Chris, he stops*
Hey... umm... are you... like... alive... or... *at this point he decided that the missing left arm, the large hole in the stomache, and the brain falling out of the skull was suspicious, and the zombie quickly started advancing on Kyle, he squezed the trigger, nothing happend, he squezed again, nothing* Oh shit... *he droped the gun and quickly fumbled with his tool belt, his hand landing on his hammer, he pulls it out, brandishing it, realizing suddenly that it would do nothing, so, he threw it, it flys through the air and smashes right into the zombies head, splattering it backwords, the zombie falling to the ground dead, or, at least, Deader* Oh... score... *on the other side of where the zombie had been he saw a girl, he immeadietly assumed she was Kara* oh hey... Kara... *He steped lightly over the body of the zombie* aren't we going with Jason? *after saying that he heard Jason yell* Ya alright... let's go... *Kyle and Kara follow after Jason* (Apparently I have been given permission to control her until she returns in a couple of days...) OOC: Oh my god yuzu... great name... |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\"  Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1558 days Last activity: 1375 days |
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(OOC: Things always assume to pick up when I'm away,  . So I warned Kada about that a few days ago. Tys  Gah...now try tp bear with me with this post...)
BIC: Kara shot Jobes a glare as he pointed his weapon at her upon his arrival. However, once Asuka showed up, she was taken by suprise. "But...I wasn't bitten..." Kara says in a soft voice as Asuka takes her aside and sits her down. She closed her eyes when she felt the sting Asuka had warned her about while she addressed her wound. However, the pain lasted only a moment. She opened her eyes again once Asuka was finished. She looked over and smiled. "Thank you." As more and more people arrived, some hope that she had lost before was slowly returning. There are a lot more survivors than I presumed... she thought to herself as she watched the exchanges going on between everyone. ...Maybe everything really will be alright... She was snapped out of her thoughts as Asuka handed her the bag of medical supplies. She grinned when Asuka made the "woman's touch" comment and nodded as she gave her the watch. "Thanks again" she replies with a smile. For some reason Kara trusted Jason and was relieved to be going with him. She looked back at everyone else before following. "You all be careful, alright?" she pauses as Jobes tosses his walkie talkie to Jason. "We've got two ways to keep in contact...so by all means, we cannot loose contact." Picking up the bag of medical supplies, the only object she was now in posession of other than her handguns, she looks up at Kyle and flashes him a grin. "I won't be needing any assistance, but thanks." was all she said to the boy before following after Jason. |
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Spartan Metal battleaxe Is back. Kind of. Since: 11-15-04 Since last post: 92 days Last activity: 80 days |
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| OOC:...You are lucky i am wearing my helmet.
BIC: *Chris grabs his USP back from Kyle* Thats mine...and next time you hit me with something...you wont be a survivor... I will go with Rico Who else is coming... *chris wipes the blood off his face* Why....the hell did you hit me?...i know it was you i saw you and turned...i shouldnt have turned...wouldve just hit my helmet... RIco...We should go to the military base and attempt to break into the armory. |
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KadajRodsusu Archer Since: 06-30-05 From: Music Box Since last post: 7040 days Last activity: 6917 days |
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| Jason stopped and looked at Kara and then at Kyle with a blank expression over his face. He looked back at Kara as she was catching up to him but as she got close enough he took he head, pressing it up aginst his chest and he whispered softly.
"Whatever you hear dont turn around...kay kid..." He reached to his side and pulled out his 9mm action, aimming at Chris, the gun almost seeming as he was pointing at Kyle. As he aimmed at Kyle but really passed him, aimming at Chris he shouted. "Bro...sorry..." He was talking to Kyle as he pulled the trigger, the chamber slid back in a meer second as the bullet shell flung to the side tossed in a flow motion, as the bullet slid past Kyle with ease, no where near grazing him. Its small body able to speed up faster and faster as it now began to tumble in the wind. Tumbeling towards Chris it sprang and slammed into the side of his helmet, burning an inch hold tube like shape through the helemt side across as it bounced off at the end and flung into the air clearly not hitting anyone. The speed was so fast no one in the group could react to it or see he aimmed at the first place. As he lowered his arm he shouted, talking to Chris clearly with his words. "You fucking ever touch my brother again and i'll fucking make sure you become a meal for those corpses got it..." He looked at Kyle and then let Kara go looking down at her. He smiled with a face of reacurence. "Dont worry...I missed, damn aimmers off an inch...." He turned back and started to walk, letting Kyle and Kara walk when they wanted to, he wasent in a rush at all, no where really to go but down... |
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Jedi Master Desroth Priest  Since: 08-24-04 From: Macomb Since last post: 5273 days Last activity: 4713 days |
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| Name: Scian
Age: 17 Sex: Male Occupation: Fresh SWAT recurit, and i mean like 3rd day fresh Clothing: Blue shirt under a SWAT kevlar vest, with black slacks,pants Weapons: 9mm handgun in a holster on his right leg, M16 with mounted grenade launcher (1 round currently). In the trunk of his ride, he has a Jackhammer (automatic shotgun) with about 20 rounds, also there is a sword given to him as a gift from his dead father, a simple katana with his name engraved on the edge. Background: When he turned 17, he went into the SWAT academy of New Falls City. He was there for only 3 days when his commanding officer smashed in his door and tried to rip out his jugular vain. Needless to say he took 5 in the chest and 2 in the head. He stole all of his weapons from the arms room, and then jumped into the armored SWAT car (yes, a car, not a van or truck. it is armored and has alot more protection that a normal car does, although not the same amount as a SWAT van) Description: he is about 5'11, has dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and has a pretty medium build (not to fat, no to skinny) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *He had been driving non-stop for hours. His mind was racing as he peeled down the streets. The blood shield was splattered with blood around the outsides from the zombies he had smashed into. He slid headlong around a corner and straight past a church. He looked out the window and saw a group of people* Damn, more of those things! where the hell did they all come from? *He continues to speed past, swerving around the next corner and down that street. On this street, about 100 zombies were congregated on the street, the limbs of their victims layed all over the ground.* AW SHIT! *He swerved, sliding sideways into the crowd, their soft bodies crumpling under the force of the car. The remaining zombies began to shuffle to the car, some already pawing at the windows and doors. He accelereated and went down the alley way, the zombies moaning as they turned towards the alley. Crashing through the alley, he smashed trash cans and homeless people who were near death. At the end of the alley, he spun out trying to turn onto the street without hitting any of the cars in the street. His car ripped a plastice imports rear end clean off, stopping just shy of hitting a building. His face had been sucked dry of color, and he was panting. He looked down at his fuel gauge, it was on E. He looked around his surrondings, there were no zombies that were pose a threat for the moment, but he knew they would come. Up the street was a gas station, and it just so happened he had a gas can in the back. He could fuel up and get over to the station to refill all the way.* I gotta get over there, but those damn undead freaks are out there... I guess i can just stay here, and sooner or later im going to have to face em, i cant fly a plane out of here... *He jumped out and popped the back, grabbing the can. On his back, he had the M16 and on his leg, he had his 9mm pistol.* Here goes nothing... *He took off down the block* |
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Katana Dark Wizard \"She said tonight...come on come on collide...see what I fire feels like..I bet its just like heaven.\" Since: 08-15-04 From: Philadelphia, P.A. Since last post: 1558 days Last activity: 1375 days |
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| OOC: You're charrie's now nice, Kada? er....sorta...lol.
BIC: Kara was in a bit of a shock as Jason pressed her close to him. "Wait. No." She struggled a bit when she felt him reach to his side, knowing it was to get his gun. However she froze, feeling nearly every muscle in her body tense up when Jason pulled the trigger. She held her breath until Jason released her. Before he said that he missed, Kara had already spun around sharply, finally letting out a breath of air...of relief... She smiled when she saw that he hadn't been killed and then turned back to Jason. She opened her mouth, ready to speak, but Jason had already begun to more forward. Before following , Kara turned, her long brown hair moving with her, to look back at Kyle and make sure he was alright. |
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KadajRodsusu Archer Since: 06-30-05 From: Music Box Since last post: 7040 days Last activity: 6917 days |
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| Seeing the car swerve past them down the street and into the distence around the other corner he paid no mind to anyone he would shout at him for shooting at Chris, nor gave a damn. Looking at Kara and then at Kyle he spoke fast as he could and as harsh.
"You two come on hurry up we have to see who it was, and if their still alive hurry up..." He began to run down the street and as he passed the church and everyone he shouted at the leader of their group. Moving as fast as he could and as much as he could running down the street. "You guys keep in contact every 2 hours dont lose anyone and collect supplies and ammo!" He shouted as he ran by, making sure Kyle and Kara were near behind him as he ran. He un-holstered his 9mm and held it close in one hand. As he passed by a few buildings he came rushing down the street till it turned left. As he passed the right way he looked to the right seeing atleast 76 zombies standing, others crushed from the car most likely. Seeing them scrambel and move towards him he lifted his 9mm and fired 4 rounds. Each round ripped into chest of zombies and other parts. Out of the 4 shots he fired only 1 entered the skull of a zombie, dropping it. The other 3 rounds kept them in a bit of shock but they kept on moving, the large number. Looking back at Kyle and Kara he shouted. "Come on watch for these things..." He pointed down, at the point they were they wouldent be able to see them but they knew what he ment. Continuing to run he followed the burned tire tracks and came around the cornner seeing the young man pop the trunk and about to head out he shouted. "Hey you!" He looked back at Kara and Kyle and shouted. "Move it move it..." He followed after the man as fast as he could, catching up to him as he slowed down a bit to the mans pace. He noticed he was a SWAT rookie. Looking at him he patted his back and spoke. "Names Jason, Commander of the NFC S.W.A.T Unit...you must be part of a diffrent section, you're name is?" He talked as he moved, noticing the young man was armed more then he was, he must be loosing his leadership skills and arming ability... |
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Jobes Car Joe Since: 02-01-05 From: Bensalem Since last post: 6012 days Last activity: 5012 days |
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| Rico pulls out his M-16 and has Jason and Kyle in his sights but decides to not fire upon them.
" Yo, Asshole we need all the survivors we can get so don't fucking go around killing the people you hate. Alright lets move out the humvee. Someone take gunner and the rest hop in and get ready for the ride of your life. We are going to stop by Taro's house and possible crash the night there. Then we will move out in the morning." Rico jumps into the drivers seat and notices 20 or so undead coming from behind them. "Alright lets get this thing moving. Hurry Hurry lets go lets go. Don't shot at what you can't hit." |
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