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Post by poignant on Jun 14, 2011 17:14:28 GMT -5
John. My name is John. The words echoed, visions plaguing each syllable. They are all gone. Every single one of them, his beautiful wife, his tiny son whose blood even now stained his crinkled green t-shirt, John, remember your duty. Grim, the bald man sat alone upon the crumpled remains of a house that could’ve been anyone’s home. Pandemonium ruled the streets. Three days past he mumbled aloud as gray pupils narrowed and focused on his immediate surroundings. Feeling his leather coat, reassuring himself with the weight of his gun, he clung to the shadows that offered him a retreat from the horrors that now haunted the streets he used to call home.
He couldn’t even remember how it all started. Survival was all that mattered, remember your duty John. John, your duty; with a sigh, the bear of a man pushed himself from the brick wall that had offered him refuge. Looking first then left, he scanned the wreckage of the past few days, the twisted wreckage metal and concrete. No one was around, just the rain and a man with his thoughts. Stepping out into the light he continued to be vigilant, eyes always moving, stopping every couple of seconds to listen. His path was clear; make it out of the city, away from this infested rat hole. There was no way a man could survive on a pack of Twinkies and what little water he could find that was bottled. What could be looted had already been looted. Survivors had formed camps around warehouses and other sources of food and water untainted by whatever had griped the city by its throat.
Welcome to New York he wanted to say to no one in particular, keeping his thoughts light and trivial. Shelter for the night and if he could, food and water, those where the luxuries he had to look for. Would he find them in this desolate place? Or would they find him? Did he matter he thought bitterly. Reassuringly he patted his right side, the pocket that held his gun – the gun that had taken them. Up ahead a neon sign flickered eerily in the silence. Frying Pan, the words spelled. A diner of some sort it appeared, a likely place to find something if it wasn’t already claimed. Quickly picking up his pace, he shifted from one source of cover to another, each time stopping to reassess his surroundings, careful to make as little noise as possible.
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Post by poignant on Jun 15, 2011 20:56:11 GMT -5
-As luck would have it, the restaurant turned out to be inhabited by the rotting corpses strewn about the leather booths. Pooling blood was the only hint of their second death. Ammo was growing hard to find, so John had to be creative. What a gun and a few bullets might of accomplished, so too did a tin pail and three rusty nails. When those ran out the mop handle served the grand function of decapitation. Early on it became evident just how ferocious these things could be. Ultimately removal of the head or just severe trauma in the general vicinity of the cranium served to cease all hostile action. All the while he kept humming a familiar tune, which soon turned into a flow blown whistle. Loud and screeching it not only threatened to wake the dead, but the living as well it seemed. Swarms of zombies lumbered from the dark crevices from which all such horrors supposedly came from. A ‘zerg’ of them as he took to calling the flock of mutilated corpses, soon required even more makeshift devices. Fire was the anathema of the dead or so he had read in a comic book decades ago in a childhood that was little more than a faint whisper. Grunting and groaning he lived up to his namesake. Punching and clawing his way through the charred remains of those who lived with sickening efficiency he finally emerged some hours later from the Frying Pan, aptly named now as an inferno of orange and yellow rose into thick black plumes of smoke.
Congealing spots of blood marred the crown of his head, while black smudges served to lend credence to the morbid scene behind him. Remorse tinged those otherwise empty eyes. Perhaps guilt filled his stomach now, all thought of food and water leaving his mind as he wandered the streets utterly lose and hopeless. Hope was a fickle thing. There one moment, gone the next in the face of defeat. Defeat was even harder to stomach as a few blocks away he retched into a nearby trash receptacle. Cleaning his mouth he found himself the cult leader of the dead once more. Shaking his head, grim looking, John balled his fists together and began cracking skulls as only a man of his skills knew how, which was generally much flailing and luck. An elbow planted correctly was a tide changer, however it took only moments to see that this ship was sinking and the captain along with it.
Pow! Pow! Puk! “f***!” The ape of a man bellowed into the thickening darkness as more infected began to appear, drawn to his scent as well as all the noise he was making. Oblivious to his dire situation, he fired a few more shots, leveling the gun at the leaders to stagger the pack. Then he ran for it. f*** it; killing them all wouldn’t bring them back. Dying here would … No John, remember your duty. Through winding alleyways into decrepit streets, he had one destination in mind: he needed a vehicle, what better place than the nearest police headquarters? Armored vehicles, hopefully no else had thought of this, he didn’t feel like shooting the living as well. However a man needed to survive, he resolved as he continued towards the nearest police motor pool. -
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Post by Nicole on Jun 16, 2011 14:51:29 GMT -5
Things were eerily quiet on the next block. Scenes of destruction and dead lay strewn all about the area. There were two box trucks, their normally crisp white sides smudged and smeared with red, handprints of some poor bastard who had been unlucky enough to be cornered against it. The rear roll up doors were both up, large wooden crates half filled with paintings, works of art that were, at the time, deemed worth saving.
The doors to the museum were open too, lighting within flickered, the sound of objects falling within echoed out, along with screams. Screams of the poor ignorant employees who'd volunteered to stay behind to save the masterpieces and were being widdled down little by little as the undead broke through the doors which were barricaded. Locks failing, wood splintering till at the end of the hall was the Curator's office. She was next, already she had her back against the door, the powerful rumble against the door as bodies impacted against it, the groan and gurgle of the dead trying to invade.
Then there was a new sound, a echoed sound, the sound of metal on the cold tiled floor, rolling as the screw circled around it's landing point, a screw, that came from the door lock which was getting looser and looser. Sahara knew if it gave she'd never be able to hold that door back on her on. She had to abandon her office. But on the second floor it wasn't going to be so easy to do. She jumped up, her eyes scanned her office and the window, taking the large round paper weight from a stack of papers she hurled it at the window, it impacted through the pane in a perfect circle, she hit it with her hands, breaking the window on out and into shards of death which rained down on the sidewalk below.
In the end, the curator did what she thought she never could, she climbed through the broken glass and out onto the ledge outside the window, climbing up and scooting out away from the window, her back against the wall as she gazed down, trembling as the sound of the door breaking down soon filled her ears.
"Oh f***.."
She worked her way on down from her office as the sounds of undead filled the room, it was only seconds later when she realized that she'd cut herself on the window, her palms dripping blood, blood which called to the undead, drawing them right to the window and clawing out of it to get to her, her eyes glimpsed all around, trying to figure out just where the hell she would go, she certainly couldn't stay situated on the ledge forever.
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Post by poignant on Jun 16, 2011 16:51:20 GMT -5
-Stalking through yet another dark, murky alley, John surveyed the scene before him. The trucks looked pleasant enough from across the street. Upon further inspection he found the smeared blood as well as the label of the truck which struck him as odd. There should’ve been a police station here. He peered out from behind one of the vehicles to peer at the museum beyond. The shambling zombies where still dining upon a twitching body when the window shattered.
Everyone’s head jerked toward the sound as if jerked by an invisible string. Then the wailing began. Gurgling and growling as spittle oozed from their cracked and blue lips, they clawed at the air as if expecting supper to magically appear. John decided just then it would be best to be somewhere else. Just as he took that first step towards anonymity, the woman emerged from the window followed by the unsettling sound of a door bursting inwards upon the office that lay just beyond the windows. Did the little bastards have their own forsaken god? He looked around in the hopes a, would be hero appeared, crestfallen his mind swirled with an idea to get the woman down. Oh Christ, not again.
The bald man below her was already in motion, even if he could be described more as a walking nightmare, the first zombie didn’t even have time to react before knuckle and knee shattered what remained of its head. More where coming but that wasn’t important at the moment, what was important was getting into the truck. Ramming another walking corpse to the ground with his broad shoulder, he glanced backwards to see the hands groping out of the window. Of course one of the infected had already made a desperate gamble and lost. The limbs where still twitching in evidence of the head first descent. Idiot.
Opening the truck door, he found to his delight museum employees where ignorant of the perils of night time in New York City. Turning the key in the ignition the sudden addition of another low, rumbling noise, brought forth more denizens of hell. A grin appeared on his face, a smudge of dirt adding that tiny hint of deviousness as he proceeded to squash every zombie from the street to the museum proper. In a flash he was out of the door once more, leaving it ajar as he searched upwards, calling out, “We don’t have much time so I’ll make this simple: lean out over the edge and drop down onto the top of the truck. “ The woman would find, if she hadn’t of guessed from the thump of steel and stone colliding, that the truck was as close to the building as could be. He wondered, as he returned his attention to the remaining swarm of zombies, pulling his gun free once more, had she ever done something like this before? He had and hope she heeded his advice, otherwise she might end up with more than just bruises.-
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Post by Nicole on Jun 17, 2011 21:12:49 GMT -5
Sahara screamed as the glass of another window blew out, arms clawing, reaching, tearing for her legs as the sound of tires screeching against the pavement drew her attention downward. Her eyes watched the truck barrel over the curb and right up to the building, even so, the height looked twice as much as it had to be. But thena gain, she didn't have much a choice now did she? Stay there, and ultimately die, or jump and take the risk of breaking her neck. Well.. she had dared fate by staying to save some paintings didn't she? She jumped forward, gasping as she fell down and impacted ontop of the box of the truck with a loud <thud> She toppled, rolling forward and dropping down onto the cab of the van. She almost slid right down the windshield and onto the ground but she managed to snag hold one of the parking lights mounted ontop the cab, clinging to the yellow light she slowed her fall and slid on down, her business skirt slid up as she slid down, not that she cared at the moment as she toppled down onto the ground, her heels making her stumble forward and right into John. Maybe her fall had jarred a bit more loose in her balance.
"There's about a dozen of those things in there... People... I worked with.." she stated, almost in shock as her eyes looked up at him. "We... we've gotta go.. they're everywhere.." again with the obvious.
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Post by poignant on Jun 17, 2011 22:15:21 GMT -5
-John watched the descent though his attention was torn away by a screeching crowd of infected hell bent on having him for dinner. Leveling the gun, he let loose a volley of shot using both hands to steady his aim. He heard the thud as the first shots were fired, clearly she had made because there had been no cry of pain. Head shots all around while the other stumbled over the bodies he turned to the woman who was saying something about employees inside and … he just shook his head. Steadied her with an outstretched arm, “Yep. Got it. Get in the truck!” Just about then one of them had tried to bite his shoulder, but instead got an elbow in the mouth.
He had to turn then to face the mob; it was near endless now from all directions. The situation had gone from dire to drastic. Surveying the situation once more before he decided to get the woman started into the cab of the van, he noticed something that made the situation even more extreme. “Your… um… err…” One eye narrowed as his head bobbled from side to side, “yer… skirt…” Jesus Christ John, get your sh*t together. Turning away from the woman who had no doubt decided today was a bad day to wear a skirt, John emptied the clip into the clambering mob of death.-
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Post by Nicole on Jun 17, 2011 22:24:52 GMT -5
Sahara glimpsed towards the gun welding man who fired off a volley, striking them down all around and he turned to her, telling her to get in the truck. She didn't have to be told twice as she flinched and jumped with each gunshot, she climbed on up into the truck and glimpsed towards him as he mentioned her skirt. A glimpse down had revealed how high the fabric had been forced up her body as she slid, her cheeks turned a hint of pink slightly before she gripped the bottom and pulled it back down, and around into place, her eyes glimpsed back up to his, though a smirk formed as she climbed on the truck
"Good to know even in the middle of hell men still are looking at my ass." she replied, plopping into the passenger seat as she reached over and plopped the lock down, not certain why, it wasn't as if they couldn't break the glass out to get to them, but for some reason it just made her feel better.
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-He was in as quick as she would allow it, though his attention was focused squarely on the infected and their lumbering gait that irritated the crap out of him. Did they lose their motor functions upon infection or something? Slamming the door shut, he turned the ignition and slammed his foot down on the gas. “Hang on,” he growled, looking both ways as the tires squealed. John had no good ideas, was there anywhere safe?
The truck became a juggernaut of death. The loud purr of the engine did nothing to drown out the sickening thud of each body being squashed to bits by the forward accelerating vehicle. Soon blood coated the sides and rims of the van and the museum growing more and more distant as John steered in and out of the destruction on the road.-
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Sahara reached over, grabbing her seat belt and drawing it across clicked it into place. She looked towards the man driving as tires squealed and the sickening sound of bodies impacting the front of the van was both felt and heard. She gasped with each till she placed her arm over her eyes, trying not to see.
"We've got to find a place to hide. There's no way we're getting off the island in this thing." she commented, though her arm came down and she glimpsed back to the box behind her, a momentary thought of what masterpieces must be in that truck, which ones had been saved, the important ones? She fretted, glimpsing back to her driver for a moment.
"Thanks by the way... I thought I was going to die back there at the museum."
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-John wondered why she clicked her seat belt on. While under normal conditions going through the windshield constitutes a bad day, this was far from normal. He said nothing, instead he only nodded to her suggestion that they find someplace safe. Just what was safe? Eyes where constantly move, left to right, right to left in search of some clue. Then she thanked him, like he was some d**n hero.
He ignored her thanks and instead stopped the truck well enough away from any walking horrors that he could see. The roadside was still lit by untamed fires. He turned to occupant, “I’m John, and I have no idea where to hunker down. I was of a mind to go to a police station but ran into you instead. Any ideas?”
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Joseph
*Joseph wasn't that far off from them, his team and him moving through the city to the nearest bus depot, it just happened to be for school buses. He wasn't a fan of the yellow, it was too eye catching but then again he wasn't sure that was something that even drew the undead. Either way they moved down the center of the road, quietly and quickly, his eyes casually falling onto Andrea as they moved, a slight smirk upon his lips behind the helmet's mask. His eyes moving to scan the area, something was drawing the hordes somewhere, he was curious to know what exactly. This didn't sit well with him, there should have been some on the way*
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Sahara
Sahara glimpsed towards John for a moment as the truck skidded to a halt at the next intersection. Her eyes glimpsed towards him as he introduced himself to her, and told her he had no idea where the hell they were going to go. Great, that just made her feel twice as much better.
"I'm Sahara. And I don't know where to go.. the last thing I heard before the power went out was that they were going to bring down the bridges into the city as part of the mandatory quarantine. I think we're going to be trapped here for awhi..." her word were suddenly cut as a convoy of three sleek black suburbans went zipping by, close, almost bumper to bumper. Zip. Zip. Zip. They sure as hell were in a hurry somewhere.
Sahara's eyes glimpsed back towards John before she shrugged some, " They seem better organized than us, follow them?" she glimpsed towards him, giving a small shrug.
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Andrea
Andrea looked nothing like she did normally on the street. Her previous civilian uniform had long ago been destroyed, and now she wore something much different, anti-riot gear, hell, she almost looked like she was wearing what Joseph was wearing. In her lap sat a rifle, her mind drifting to memories of just the day prior when Joseph had trained her to use it. She shook her head slightly, she did okay at the end, didn't she?
She sat next to him in the suv, in the middle with another soldier on her other side. Her eyes glimpsed out the window as the buildings went rushing by, one after the other as they barreled through the city, tires squealed as sharp turns and maneuvering made it so that the three truck convoy of Umbrella Corp vehicles didn't even bump the wandering dead.
She was tensed up, so bad, she felt so exposed, so in harms way, her eyes glimpsed towards Joseph again for reassurance, but he looked like he had far too much on his mind at the moment anyway, she didn't bother him. Hopefully they'd be at the depot, get the d**n buses and be out of there before anything happened.
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John
-Terrible idea he thought to himself as he pulled out from the intersection they had stopped at. They bounced over the bodies of the dead they had dragged this far as they made the turn. Speeding after them wasn’t hard, but John definitely did not know what to expect from this caravan. Looking to his partner in crime, he doubted she did either. How could she be so sheltered to what was now happening in the streets? The bridge was old news. Already gangs ruled the streets, squatting on precious resources, turning into infected and on one and another. It was pandemonium out there.
“I sure hope you’re right about this.” Surely they had to notice his headlights by now, whoever ‘they’ turns out to be.-
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"Me and you both." Sahara replied to him, glimpsing along her shoulder towards John for a moment before back ahead as he barreled over the bodies, making a sick squishing noise as she cringed to the sound. She hated to hear that sound, a shake of her head slightly as she let out a sigh.
"I hope they know how to get out of here. Maybe there's a tunnel or a bridge or something they're heading to, to get off the island, they sure as hell are in a hurry."
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*Joseph had seen the van at the intersection, his eyes easily seeing two people int he cab and he just shook his head as the man in the front passenger seat turned to tell him. He simply raised his hand, "I know I saw them. Are they following?" The man checked the mirror and then nodded which just made Joseph smirk and shake his head more. This was not good, how was he supposed to leave more people out on the streets? He was having a hard enough time leaving the Umbrella Corp personnel behind when they left, but he justified that as they created their own mess.
He sighed and looked at Andrea, she was his light in the darkness now, her eyes reminded him of the man he was and he couldn't just let people die if he could save them. He turned back to the front, "Let them follow us, we'll talk to them at the depot."
It wouldn't be long before they arrived, the gates would easily smash from the impact with the reinforced SUV's*
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-If there was any sort of escape plan, it surely didn’t involve them. Still, it was worth a shot. Remember your duty John. “Hopefully.” Was all he said as they neared the convoy. They kept going however which gave him hope. Maybe they did have somewhere to be. He kept his foot on the gas pedal and remained optimistic up until the smashed the gates, in which John pulled the truck to a stop just outside. “Looks like…” He didn’t bother finishing because she could see just as well as he did. -
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Post by bgred on Jun 18, 2011 8:26:08 GMT -5
*The vehicles stopped in the lot, the doors all opening at the same time as the soldiers all leapt out, rifles out and at the ready as they moved to take up position. Joseph's hand moved to Andrea's and he pulled her along with him, two others moving to flank him as he moved to stand waiting for the van that was following him. He heard the doors of the buses hiss open as the men moved to inspect them.
Joseph was decked out in his riot gear, Andrea pretty close to the same along with the flanking men. His eyes would be level with the van as it pulled in behind the SUV's*
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-John would watch, he was the cautious sort. The whole stank of a military operation. With the way the exited the vehicles all at once, guns leveled as they secured the area. More importantly someone was staring at them. He heard the seat belt unclick to his right and narrowed his eyes as he turned to view Sahara exit the vehicle. The dumbass he wanted to scream. Instead he opened his door, turned off the ignition and fumbled for the remaining clip in his pocket. Either way there were dead. Hands up, arms outstretched, he made the gun plain for all to see, he was no threat.
Eyes followed the trailing shadow of his counterpart who had seen what he did and put her arms up as well. John said nothing; instead Sahara took charge rambling off the scene that had occurred moments before at the museum. John stopped at the broken gates, Sahara just behind and to his right. “In short, “John spoke in that easy going voice of his, a grin appearing, “We’re just looking for a way outta here.”
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*Joseph watched as the woman exited first, a smirk upon his lips as he saw the reaction to her leaping out so quickly. Foolish indeed when you don't know who you're walking up to, then again so is following a convoy you know nothing about. His eyes moved from her to him and back as she began to ramble about unimportant things like they didn't know what the creatures could do. His hand squeezed Andrea's before letting go, he hoped she understood the signal not to engage them but she wasn't trained like them so who knows what she'll do. His eyes moved from the woman to John, his smirk just growing*
"Who says we're getting outta here? Oh you've picked the wrong group to follow, and you're a bit late only way out now is by air or sea that van won't help you in either case."
*He turned to his men and motioned for them to lower their weapons that had been aimed directly at the two of them. He then looked back at the man and sighed*
"Why are you both still here? You had to of known about the quarantine."
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-John wasn’t sure of Sahara’s reaction to this whole mess, but clearly they weren’t friendly and didn’t intend to be friendly. He didn’t move, just locked his eyes with the one who spoke to him as though they weren’t standing in the middle of a vehicle depot. Why would you be here if the intention wasn’t to move a lot of people someplace else? The grin remained on his face, eyes passive, as he calmly lowered his hands.
John was a big burly fellow. Larger the most of the members on Joseph’s team, however he wasn’t as menacing as some might think. Instead he had opted for a twinkle in his eye and a candid way of dealing with people. “I ran out of options and I ran into my friend over here, “ Sahara had grown just as apprehensive about the situation as John had. She explained how the museum had ordered her and a team of volunteers to gather what priceless works of art they could and get them back to the mainland before the bridges where blown. When she was done, John took a few steps forward to stand shoulder to shoulder, eyes never blinking.
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*He eyed them closely and sighed as he shook his head. He already knew he couldn't send them away, not in good conscience...Director Dalton was not going to be happy about this at all...but if they had their own vehicle maybe they could make this work at least he hoped so*
"I see...well I'm sorry to say you've been duped, honestly it would have all been better off left alone. Paintings don't attract these creatures beating hearts do. Look we're not leaving...not yet so if you're wanting to escape now, you're in the wrong place. I'm not supposed to be bringing anyone back with me, I already got in trouble for the one I saved before."
*He couldn't help as his eyes moved to Andrea and smiled some*
"But you can follow us back, it'll be a tight fit but I think we can handle the van in the compound."
*He looked back as he heard the call, the buses were clear and he nodded to them and twirled his fingers in the air, his signal to load up and head out. Each bus would have a driver and guard on board just in case. He then turned to John*
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-That was going to be the best they could get. There was no point in arguing that much he could tell. But that look he gave the woman. Something there, he told himself as he turned. Sahara decided it best to file a formal complaint right then and there on just what kind of calamity it might be if those precious works are destroyed. John rolled his eyes, well out of her sight. He was opening the door when she finally came stalking back to the cabin. Starting the truck took no time at all as he sped out of the gateway and awaited to follow the caravan once again. He rolled down his window to shout something back at Joseph, “We will be right behind you. Just make sure the door stays open.”
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*Joseph found it amusing that she stuck up for the painting like she did, he didn't even mean they'd be better off forgotten, just that they faired a better chance not being torn if there were no living people in the building for the creatures to go after, but he'd explain that later as the SUV had spun and pulled up behind him. He watched at the other two moved to their van and he shouted to him. A smirk crossing his lips as he moved to the door and half climbed in*
"You better stay real close then, we'll see how good of a driver you are."
*He laughed as he slid into the SUV which roared forward as soon as the door closed, the caravan now had two SUV's in front followed by the three buses and the final black sedan. He wondered how well the van was going to do, then again the buses were going to be the slow thing. Joseph watched as they came back to the intersection they had found John at, now he knew where the zombies were as the huge hulking mass moved down the road towards them. Joseph growled and shook his head, so that's where they were, trying to eat these two. d**n it all to hell, he would pick up two psychos*
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Post by Nicole on Jun 18, 2011 22:58:24 GMT -5
Andrea & Sahara
Things were moving quickly. Fortunately the Umbrella team hadn't run into too much trouble. That was until they'd doubled back on their route and run into a horde of the walking dead. These certainly were much faster, dashing towards them at a full sprint as they tore over each other to head right at the Umbrella Convoy. Things were getting bad fast, really fast.
Inside there was a frightened Andrea who was tightening her grip on Joseph as she coiled closer to him, she was trembling as the lone line of vehicles was becoming surrounded.
"Joseph.. " she hissed between clenched teeth.
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Meanwhile, back at the rear with John, Sahara was equally tensing, she hardly doubted the armed team ahead of them were going to risk themselves for their sake. She glimpsed towards John before a small click was heard, as she depressed the door lock stalk down into place.
"John.. those things.. they're everywhere..."
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-John observed the endless collage of faces they rushed by. Having no intention of leaving the caravan behind, John was nearly bumper to bumper with the last vehicle in. “At this speed there shouldn’t be much of a problem so long as we keep moving.” Stay calm he thought as eyes constantly scanned up the line for any problems. No doubt the shooting would begin momentarily. How else did they expect to get through the collection of infection that clogged the streets. “Just hang on and don’t scream.” Having no more words of encouragement, he looked over briefly and grinned. They were going to be all right. All hell was about to break loose, with them in the middle of it and nothing but the creaky exterior of the cabin to protect them from the frightful dead.-
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*Joseph didn't like the looks of this, far too many of them here now...what the hell had those two stirred up? And why the hell didn't they say something about it when they had the chance, no she wanted to blab on about stupid paintings when the world was going to sh*t...dumbass. He felt himself enraging and then Andrea tightened her grip on him and moved against him, her words reaching his ear and the anger flew off, replaced with clear sense of mind as he worked over what to do. They needed the buses back as soon as possible to begin work there was no time to delay. With a growl in his voice he pointed past the chair so the driver could see, "Stop over there, we need to make a stand."
The front vehicle slowed as Joseph turned to Andrea, "Andrea do you think you can handle the rifle? I need to know before I let you stand with us." He wait for her answer before swinging his door open and jumping from the vehicle before it ever stopped, his arms waving the other vehicles to him as they lined up beside his*
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Andrea & Sahara
Andrea blinked as Joseph ordered them all to stop. To make a stand. Gods. If it had been her she'd of plowed right through them, she blinked some, glimpsing to the rifle in her lap before looking back to Joseph and giving him a nod.
"I.. I.. Yeah.. I think so.." she told him, climbing out after Joseph and bringing the rifle up, holding it at guard as she followed over towards where the others were lining up. She was sweating bullets now, if she could've just made them into real bullets they'd of never ran out.
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Sahara nodded to John, but to her horror watched as the entire convoy stopped ahead of them, vehicles fell into line, barricading the street infront of them, well... that was nice... she supposed, at least the militarios were going to kill themselves first. Seriously? There was a whole city of those things out there! She shook her head and looked to John with two simple words.
"Oh sh*t."
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-He snorted. Shook his head in disbelief, what the f*** was this? Custer’s last stand apparently, easing the truck into an idle just short of the line and a very pissed off gentlemen who had nearly been run over, he exited the truck without saying a word. If wishes could kill, there would’ve been a lot of dead zombies. John had little time to babysit his passenger, but no one else was going to. Before closing the door he turned to her, leveling bluntly with her. “This isn’t going to go well, keep this thing running and when they start going you take off. Just stay with the truck.” The grin had faded; he slammed the door without waiting for a response. If she was smart, he kept telling himself, she would stay in the truck. Surveying the line as it assembled, he wondered what they knew that he didn’t. Clearly it was strategic suicide to make a stand against a city full of zombies, anybody who watched television could tell you that. John refused to believe Joseph wasn’t up to something else. Finding Joseph, he presented himself, “Well this is going to be a fine mess, Sir. I could use a rifle if you got one and any ammo to spare along with it, also be nice if you let me know what the plan is.” -
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*He smiled and looked at Andrea through the open door and smiled, d**n she strong, atleast for him he figured. He didn't like having her out here, he didn't want to risk the one thing in his life he treasured*
"Andrea, you've got to believe my love. Just stay with me and you'll be fine."
*Joseph was already meeting with the other men of the squad when John arrived in his blunt manner as he had already come to expect, a smirk upon his lips as he looked at John. A small nod in the right direction had a rifle slung at him, already loaded and readied before Joseph turned back to the men, "You know what to do get to it, NOW."
With that four men ran, one for each bus and one for the furthest SUV, all engines fired to life and were gearing to leave as Joseph gave John his attention*
"The plan is to defuse whatever situation you two have caused. I can't be leading a horde of these creatures back to our base, so we need to thin the numbers down before we can head on, and given this problem has been created by you two, seems to me the right thing to do is make you both stand and fight. You've got your rifle, go explain she's your getaway ride when we're done here."
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Andrea & Sahara
Andrea stood her ground, rifles aimed towards the massing horde that was almost right upon them. The sounds of engines rumbling to life as the three buses were started only seemed to call them faster.
"Joseph.." she called to him. "They're almost here.."
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Sahara blinked at John as he told her to stay inside and prepare to leave when they take off if he's not back. " But John.." she started to protest as he slammed the door, leaving her inside the truck. Her eyes watched him as she slid over into the still warm drivers seat and gripped the wheel, peering over it towards John as she watched him head towards the line of men. Those...things... whatever they were... were right on them. A few more seconds and there would be shots to fire.
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John
-John caught the rifle, checked the clip to be sure and then clicked off the safety. If he had been a younger man he might have leveled it directly at Joseph for his pious remark, but instead he only nodded by way of thanks. “You leave, we leave. “ Blunt and straightforward, John didn’t bother to wait for a response, fearing he knew the answer already. So all this fun was his doing, he told himself, turning away from Joseph and his men as abruptly as he came. Checking the sighting on the rifle, he looked around for a moment at the onrush of snarling faces and disfigured corpses. Everyone needs to play the blame game John. At least you figured the man before he made his move, now how the hell to get out of this? He saw Sahara’s form huddled close to the window and knew at once his chances had plummeted the moment he had decided to be something he wasn’t. Joseph? Now he was a f***ing hero. John though? He had to laugh out loud at the image of himself; all spattered in gore, carrying a rifle he made look like a toy by the sheer size of his mass. What the f*** where you thinking John?
The bastard should just leave you here to rot, it’s more than you deserve after what you’ve done. The shots had already begun to rain a deadly hail of lead into the horde when John finally reached the passenger side of the truck. He leveled his rifle, light and compact as it was he added a few quick bursts, knowing he only had one clip, he dare not use it all here. Besides he was still wondering just how the f*** he was going to get himself out of this, much less Sahara.-
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Joseph
*Joseph's orders had been clear, all but 4 of his men were to take position and open fire on the creatures when they were close enough to guarantee accuracy, they weren't all marksmen in this group some were better close up. The other 4 were to drive back to base, as soon as the buses were in, they were to come back and help and if they could without the Director stopping them, bring more men then the small team they had taken out. Joseph watched John for a moment, something was odd about that guy but he didn't have to to worry about it right then as he took Andrea's hand and pulled her towards the SUV*
"Alright, just cover me if anything get's too close, don't worry about hitting the long shots. Remember first and foremost you're the medic, if anything happens you take care of them and leave the shooting to me."
*He smiled at her and kisses her lips quickly before turning and jumping over the hood of the SUV and leveling his gun, a smirk upon his lips as he let bullets fly to the sound of the buses and SUV roaring away*
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Andrea & Sahara
Andrea was drawn with Joseph to the SUV, to the open door on one side as she stepped up, leveling the rifle over the top of it and covering Joseph as he slid over the hood and began his assault on the undead. Boy had to be a hero didn't he? She shook her head slightly. All the while the thronging horde of putrid rotting flesh came rapidly at them. The buses behind rumbled to life and began to head off, heading an alternate route towards base. Of course, everything that was going on was certainly being monitored. The three massive vehicles and suv disappeared around the corner, wheels screeching as they increased speed with no intention of stopping. Anything in their way was easily plowed out of it by the powerful cummings diesels.
In the end, even Andrea was shooting, managing, at her surprise to take down a few of the dead, others she slowed at least.
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Sahara watched to her horror as fire began to explode out, her eyes followed the buses as they took off, leaving them there. What...the...hell. The three things that could possibly protect them longer, higher up, less easy access than smashing open a vehicle window and grabbing them, she shook her head, even so her hand went to the ignition of the van, twisting the key as it started up with a rumble. Then John jumped up onto the passenger side, she gasped slightly, eyeing him through the window. A motion made with her hand towards the buses leaving and then giving a questioning shrug? As if asking where the hell they were going? Eyes demanded to know why the hell they were still there.
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John
-Seeing the look of desperation, he shouldered his rifle and flung the door open. “When those four leave, we leave.” He shouted over the din of firepower, pointing in the direction of the four. That probably wasn’t going to be enough for the woman that much he knew. Gritty eyes appraised the situation. At least the truck was running and she was still in it. Sahara could follow orders that was well and good but still left them in the hot seat. Having no clue what else to say, he shut the door once more and leveled his gun. There was no established perimeter just a bunch of loose guns firing as they would. The report of his rifle made a popping noise, having finally configured the gun from automatic to semi-automatic. The bursts where nice, but a single well placed shot was just as effective. However it wasn’t enough to stop the blitz, they would be overwhelmed soon.-
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Joseph
*Joseph smirked as he fired, hearing Andrea's gun going off and actually seeing her hit was definately a step in the right direction...didn't stop him from worrying about those horrible shots on the range though. The clips were being tossed around, as one another got low the others would hand out clips all funneled through Joseph who kept pulling more from the bag sitting behind him. d**n there were alot of these d**n things, what the hell had John and Sahara been doing to attract all these. Then again it wasn't just the horde coming at them that had Joseph's attention, he scanned roof tops and anywhere else more could come flying at them, after all who's to say they understood gravity anymore?
He felt in the bag for another clip and only found one and grumbled and shook his head, this was bad, they hadn't planned on a long fight. He sighed and shouted to them, "Last clip who needs it?"*
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Monica
Joseph's words couldn't have better led in what happened next. The unmistakable sound of Swwwwwooooosh... multiple times as a trail of fire drew attentions away from the raging horde of infected. Four Aye Gee Ems launched and exploded right infront of the barricade of Umbrella personnel. Even the heat could be felt as far back as John and Sahara as the ground rumbled and windows of buildings framing eitherside of the street shattered.
The most important thing, well, where there had been a variable army of the dead, lay charred remains and bits and pieces of blow to f*** undead. The smell of burning flesh permeated the area. Then came the revelation of what had shot them, two choppers equipped with missile launchers and cannons swopped in overhead, shells falling to the pavement as anything that remained alive and moving were blown to bits.
Just when things had calmed down came something more deadly than the undead, for they killed without reason, or purpose. A third jetranger landed, not equipped with weapons and the door slid open, five more well armed Umbrella centurions rushed out, wearing sleek helmets and framing a perimeter around a woman strikingly dressed in pure white. Her eyes focused ahead to the convoy and security, as she walked towards them, her team right behind her, all armed to the teeth as she glimpsed among them, to the truck in the rear and then back to one man. Only one.
"I'm beginning to doubt your effectiveness Major. I can't keep cleaning up the messes you make."
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John
-Just when you think you know you’re going to die and the manner in which it’s about to happen, some f*** all has to go and ruin it. At least the fireworks where pretty and about d**n time they had some luck on their side, the military finally came in to evacuate those still left behind. Which in a few seconds he learned he was painfully wrong in that assumption. More of whoever this one and some head crone that wasn’t very pleased with Joseph. Giving Sahara a look that said stay in the truck and keep your mouth shut, he marched over to the conference Joseph and the crone where having. Rifle pointed at the ground he took a position opposite of Joseph, nearly shoulder to shoulder. Better to observe as well as serve as a notice that Joseph had a fifth if need be, though he doubted it would come to bloodshed here, otherwise they’d of done it already.-
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*Joseph let out a sigh as he heard the launches, his eyes closing as the missles landed in a bright explosion before them, his head titled down to cover any exposed areas as the explosion grew and then sunk back. He knew d**n well who was there and he knew she wasn't going to be happy not one bit but what could he do, he wasn't going to get all three buses back safe without stopping like this, John and Sahara well that was different. But John coming to stand beside him as Director Dalton confronted him was interesting to say the least. He accepted her comments, he knew they were coming regardless of how it had been delivered*
"Director Dalton, you sure you should be out here? Direct sunlight and all might burn your pale skin."
*He smirked, he was in trouble anyways might as well go for it*
"Your faith has never been misplaced and if you doubted that truly you'd have sent a missle into that SUV and been done with the whole thing. I do appreciate the save though, but you had to of come out for more then just to save me and my team."
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Monica
Monica's eyes merely glimpsed to John, annoyingly. It seemed the Major just couldn't follow orders. First not bringing civilians into the facility. Not causing an incident when getting the buses. No further civilians. And here he was being a smart ass? The man had balls, but he was about to be made into a Unic.
Her eyes turned and looked back to Joseph, her eyes focused deadly upon him as she merely replied.
"Your appreciation is not necessary or required anymore Major. And you are quite correct, I was not out here to save you, or your team. The Corporation takes it's internal security quite seriously, especially during times like this, and as you're proving yourself to be even more...unreliable. A new member has just been sent to ensure you do not further deviate from that line.
She turned slightly, motioning with her hand towards the helicopter she'd just come in as the last member of her party stepped from it and began to approach.
"Meet Mr. Lucas Dekker. Umbrella's clean up man. Dare I say Major, not someone you wish to test in times like this." she stated.
"Unless..." she replied, all guns of her team bristled up and pointed upon the Major, the SUV, the truck in the distance, and on John himself. The other Umbrella personnel knew better than to stand up against Director Dalton, and quickly surrendered to her team.
"You'd like to resign your position, in which case you and your friends will be removed from the situation." Oh yes, if there was ever an ice queen, Joseph had just dared her wrath.
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Lucas
There were no cloven hooves peeking out the bottom of his immaculately tailored dress pants... but there should have been. There were no horns protruding from his close-cropped brown hair, but there should have been. The man who climbed out of the helicopter bore no demonic tail, no visible mark of Cain to set him apart from good, decent people. On a different day, in a different setting, he wouldn't have looked out of place in a meeting of marketing VPs, or public relations personnel. He could pass among the sheep and never give up so much as the slightest hint that a wolf stalked through their midst.
Against the tense backdrop of the current situation, he became an entirely different animal. All pretense at harmlessness had passed from him. The man who came up behind Miss Dalton was a predator, pure and supreme. It came through in every step he took. His every motion came with the efficient grace of a jungle cat. His eyes cast around the helipad with a practiced ease, taking in the likely threats from behind his pair of fifty dollar sunglasses. If the lack of expression on his face was to be any indication, he wasn't all that impressed.
Taking a position at the Director's side, he considered the Major impassively. All around them both, other Umbrella personnel stood with weapons drawn. It didn't seem to effect him. Depending on what happened next, he could either shoot them all, or they could all go out for lunch, with neither option seeming to bother him more than the other.
Glancing over at Miss Dalton, he raised an eyebrow and awaited instructions.
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John
-When the weapons bristled he reacted with a yawn. d**nit he was getting tired of this sh*t. There is a serious f***ing problem with people shooting other people who aren’t the d**n problem. A menace was loose in the city, people where being infected and driven to insane levels of violence and this crone was mumbling about disappointments. Welcome to reality. Still he kept his mouth shut and observed. Apparently Joseph was being usurped by some new guy. John wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but this clearly wasn’t any of his business and three pay grades over his head. Dekker had the gait of a predator along with the pretense that whatever you did, you never wanted to be on his bad side. Between John, Dekker and the old Crone, everyone else seemed tense and on the verge of turning this into a bloodbath, apparently John had chosen the wrong side. Joseph better get his sh*t right.-
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Joseph
*Joseph was not happy, this was getting to be a bigger and bigger headache then he wanted. Dolton was a prissy pregnant dog as it was he didn't need some wanna be thug bothering him as well. And then his men surrendered, granted they were low on ammunition and up against these monstrous flying demons but still have some backbone you wimps. Joseph's gaze moved to Dekker, taking in his stride and rolling his eyes at him as he looked back at Dolton, he wasn't impressed*
"I have no plans to resign...Director, someone in this company needs to keep their humanity. Your internal security is and always has been my priority, saving innocent lives is the job of all people. I won't abandon being a human being, you know I've accepted what must be done in the coming days, but until then I'm not having these lives on my hands, if you want them gone from the situation then you take them."
*He was never one to back down and if she decided he was better dead then so be it but he was not surrendering who he was just to please this sadistic pregnant dog or her little pet*
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Danica
Danica had been moving across the roof tops and avoiding the streets at all costs. All of the walking dead like people seemed to be confined to roam the roads. So far she had not seen anyone or anything that was moving across the buildings like this. At least she would get points for being original.
Coming up to a building, she stopped at the edge and looked around. It seemed she had come to a dead end of roof tops. The road was too large for her to jump across. Frowning, she looked around the other buildings, seeing if she could move further down and maybe jump across. Seeing nothing that would aid her, Danica was left with only one choice. Climb down the building and cross the street to get up on top of the other building.
Glancing over the edge, Danica took visual surveillance of the street. She expected to see dead people walking around, but she did not expect to see a group of people standing in the street with guns pointed at one another. This was rather peculiar indeed.
Danica was too high up to hear what they were saying, but she was close enough to see that they were not on friendly terms. From the look of their faces and their posture, Danica could swear it was about to get even more heated. Kneeling down, she continued to look over the edge of the building and watch them. Though it was nice to see other live beings that were not eating each other’s faces, it was not comforting to see that they were all about to kill each other over something.
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Monica & Sahara
Monica glimpsed towards Lucas for moment before her eyes returned back to Joseph as he refused to stand down. Her cold emotionless stare remained on him, focused directly. Was he tempting her? She certainly had the right, the authority to terminate him, and all in his party for this. Umbrella didn't take failure too well. She supposed thats why Lucas had been sent. Not that she particularly liked the man either. There was always a bit of misapprehension with having a dog that could turn and bite it's master. Though Monica wasn't entirely certain how far her command extended to Umbrella's operative here.
One final glimpse was given back to Lucas before she nodded her head towards the helicopter, signaling an end to this little stand-off.
Her eyes returned to Joseph once again, "I assure you Major, there will be a formal hearing of this matter once we reach the Nexus. Unfortunately this situation places me in a bit of an awkward position, on one hand, you're openly challenging me, and on the other, I need your expertise with the city to evacuate the facility. You I need. Them..." she motioned with her head towards John and Sahara.
"I don't need." she replied, turning her back and starting to walk off.
"Wait!" came a voice calling out, as Sahara ran towards them from the truck she'd just abandoned, leaving it running.
Sahara soon found a set of weapons pointed at her as she skidded to a halt. Fortunately Monica had come to a stop, glimpsing back at the girl for a moment, though she said nothing.
"What're you going to do if something happens to him between now and then? John and I know this city like the back of our hand, and..." Sahara chewed her lip slightly.
"In the back of the truck.. things from the museum... expensive things... if this... whatever it is... is that bad.. they'll be worth their weight in whatever currency... barter.. Please... once we're out of the city you can drop us off wherever as long as we're away from those things..." Sahara pleaded.
Monica's brow rose slightly at the girl's pleadings, she had no use for civilians, certainly things were worse than any of them knew, but in the end, the girl was right, the paintings would be valuable. Not to mention a decent gift to the Chairman, one which wasn't likely too pleased with her at the moment.
"Fine." Monica conceded.
"But only to outside of the contaminated zone, then you're on your own. "
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Lucas
Moving target, range... a little over thirty yards.
In one smooth, almost graceful movement, Lukas plunged his hand beneath his suit jacket and came out with his sidearm. The big, custom, high-capacity Colt came up almost as much from instinct as it did from intent. Even as he acquired his sight picture, his thumb was drawing back the hammer. With the safety off, one steady squeeze of the trigger was all it would take. The hammer would fall, the pin would drive into the primer, and an one hundred and sixty five grain hand-loaded hollowpoint bullet would slam through the target's chest cavity.
Lukas held his fire. Just as quickly as the weapon had come up, his trained eye had discounted this woman as a threat. That didn't mean he wouldn't have shot her if it became necessary, or if he were proven wrong. If she had lunged at Miss Dalton, he would have put two in her chest and one in her head for good measure. If Miss Dalton decided that killing her would be more desirable than talking to her, he would have done the same. Like most people, he preferred not to kill other human beings unless it was necessary. He just had a much broader definition of "necessary" than most.
Replacing his weapon in its holster as Miss Dalton came to an agreement with the woman, he returned to considering the Major with the same cold-eyed equanimity as before.
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Joseph
*Joseph watched the man pull his gun and aim it, his eyes moved along the barrel and turned to see what he had decided to hold his fire on. Joseph rolled his eyes at seeing the woman come out of no where, sure he was going to hold his fire after this stand off? Wow. His eyes moved back to Monica, not really a smirk upon his lips but more of a sneer. Sure money moved her even if there was no nation to honor any such thing. He sighed deeply*
"Have whatever you like Director, it doesn't change that what I'm doing is right, whether you believe it or not. I'll do as we planned, that won't change."
*He didn't like this at all but the only way he could protect Andrea was to remain with them, otherwise he'd take the bullet to the head right there*
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Danica
Danica watched as the woman in white turned around and walked away. Her eyes then flickered to a girl that was running from a truck towards the group. The scene continued to unfold as the armed guards by the woman in white pointed their weapons at the girl that was coming from the truck. What on earth was going on? Shouldn’t they all be working together?
Deciding to get a closer look, Danica got up and moved towards the fire escape. Quietly, she moved down the steel grated stairs towards the alley. Mindful of any zombies that might appear, she kept her hand gun drawn as she moved. Even though she had not seen any, it did not mean they could not be around.
Once on the ground, Danica moved down the alley to the street. Peering around the edge of the building, she looked again at the group of people. Her eyes focused on another gun being drawn (Lukas). They all seemed like a rather trigger happy bunch. Maybe it would not be wise for her to get involved with these people. They were people after all, but maybe Danica would have better luck only worrying about walking dead alone.
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Monica
"Doing what is right..." Monica repeated, looking to Joseph. " There's a fine line these days as to what is right and wrong Major. You may see saving these civilians as right, but the error of that is that any one of them could be infected and once they turn, you know what happens. You're also aware we have a passenger capacity. So for every one of them, another person, someone important, is going to get left behind. So keep that in your mind, that for every one of them you save, you're signing off another name from that list I gave you."
Monica's eyes glimpsed towards Lucas before moving to walk away. Calling back over her shoulder towards Joseph.
"Oh and Major, your little Medic there.. she'll be staying at base from now on if you go out, just to ensure you do have a reason to complete your mission." Monica was indeed cruel, then again, Joseph probably would be happy that she'd just rescinded her earlier order. " Get those SUV's and that truck back to base Major. Now." she added, before she climbed up into the chopper. Her armed escort tossed over a bag to the Major, reloads for his weapons.
Meanwhile, Sahara grabbed John by the arm and tugged him back to the truck, seemes her little negotiation skills might've just saved their lives, though from the looks of things, it was going to be egg shells.
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Lucas
Lukas never spoke a word, nor did he need so much as a single word spoken directly to him. Miss Dalton's glance was more than enough to draw him in behind her. Where she walked purposefully toward the helicopter, he followed along, walking backwards as he kept an eye on the assembled personnel. He might not have been overly impressed with what he saw when he got out of the helicopter, but it didn't take much skill or professionalism to shoot a woman in the back while she walked away. Showing confidence was one thing. Letting Miss Dalton get shot in the back would be quite another.
He held the door for his employer as she climbed into the helicopter. Pausing before climbing in, he cast an eye toward the mouth of an alley that opened up onto the street. He couldn't be absolutely certain, but he would have sworn he saw something moving just past the edge of the building. Frowning slightly, he watched the alley for a mere moment before deciding that, whatever it was, it was irrelevant to his assignment at this point. Climbing into the helicopter after Miss Dalton, he closed the door behind him.
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Joseph
*Joseph watched at Monica and Dekker walked back into the heli, he wasn't very upset about Andrea having to stay back, after all he didn't really want her on the front line, but then again did he trust her in the care of Dolton? Ugh this was stupid, his gaze now moving to his men who had all given up like cowards, that was the sign of true failure in his eyes as he shook his head*
"The only reason you two are still alive is I need drivers for these cars now get in and get us home!"
*He looked at Sahara and shook his head, "You've made a deal with the devil" He turned and climbed into the closest SUV*
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Danica
The lady in white was now getting into a chopper. Her actions and how she held herself no doubt reinforcing the idea in Danica’s mind that she was of great importance. Looking over the chopper, Danica noticed the symbol on its side, that of an umbrella. Not recognizing the logo, Danica shrugged it off. Her world was very small when it came to world information. It was possible that this lady and what looked to be her body guard were a part of a foreign organization.
Unaware that she had been seen, she continued to watch as the helicopter prepared to take off and the others were running back to their vehicles. It seemed they all were dispersing. Maybe it was best for Danica to do the same. She also thought it was time to get a ground vehicle and maybe find a way out of town with it. It had never occurred to Danica that the sudden change in the world would make people even more heartless, as she had just briefly watched. Nothing should really shock her anymore, though, she’s seen a lot and that now included the walking dead.
With her bag in hand, she turned and moved out of the alley and down a side road. Even though she was wearing her leather jacket, her police badge around her neck still hung visibly in front of her. If anyone glanced at the corner of the alley as she turned, they would have seen the flicker of gold in the sunlight.
Keeping her gun in hand, she moved down the road attentively. The road was cluttered with vehicles, surely she could find one that would be of service to her. Starting at the end of the street she carefully glanced in the cars that looked still functional. Not only was she checking for keys, but she also was looking for weapons or anything of use that she could take with her.
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Sahara
Sahara's eyes lingered on Joseph for a moment before she replied, " Looks like we both did. Better to make a deal with the devil than be in her path." Sahara replied before she and John both got into the truck and started it up. Every intention to not loose the SUV convoy.
All three choppers took off, though the two armed variants stayed with the convoy, and Monica and Lucas' helicopter headed back for the base. It didn't need escort at this point, it wasn't going far.
In the end, with all Umbrella personnel accounted for, the disguised gates of the facility began to slowly shut back, sealing back up with a pressurized hiss before the New York Facility was once more, secure. Though with a few new guests.
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Post by Azzie on Jun 19, 2011 15:15:55 GMT -5
Little add for Danica...
She peered into a 6th car only to find it of no use to her as well. “Well sh*t…” she muttered to herself and stood up once more. Turning around, she rested her back against the door and crossed her arms. This was not going to well. Hopefully something would come up soon. Sighing softly, she started to move further down the street when the sounds of shuffling feet and moaning reached her ears.
Looking further down the road, Danica let out a groan. Her eyes met at least two dozen walking dead that were walking straight for her. “sh*t!” Seeing as the walking dead were still a few hundred yards from her, Danica figured she would save her ammunition.
Turning around, she ran back the way she had come and to the street where she had seen the people standing before. The street was now empty and it looked as though the gate where they had entered was still closing. Figuring it to be her only option, Danica took off sprinting towards the closing door. Though she was not thrilled to meet these people, she figured this compound they were hiding in would keep her safe until the small horde of walking dead moved through.
Dodging abandoned vehicles that stood like a maze in her bath, Danica picked up her pace. The gate was closing quicker than she had suspected. This would be close. Just like Indiana Jones had done in the Temple of Doom, Danica dove forward and through the closing gate. She barely made it through, hitting the ground hard on the other side with a loud thud.
Her forward momentum pulled her into the room on the other side and caused her to tumbe into the wall roughly. Her gun flew from her hand, landing a few feet away. The bag she was carrying, falling from her shoulder and landing next to her body. She laid there on her back for a moment, stunned by the unfriendly impact of the floor beneath her. Danica wondered, as she laid ther, if tearing herself up by heroically diving through doors was such a bright idea after all.
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Post by Nicole on Jun 20, 2011 21:11:09 GMT -5
Joseph
*Joseph wasn't happy when they got back, he was first out of the vehicle, he had whispered to Andrea and told her he'd join her in a little bit. His arms were crossed after that, his face taking a very sour look as his men tried to take up position with him to watch the door but Joseph was having none of it. His arm shot up and his jaw clenched*
"Get out of my sight before I throw you both out of that door and watch with complete joy as you get eaten alive. You are under my command, not hers, until you remember that you're off the squad."
*The men glared at him, but Joseph already had his rifle trained on them and they left slowly as Joseph took up position to watch the door. He saw the shadow and aimed his rifle as the woman suddenly tumbled under the almost closed door, he rolled his eyes, oh god not another. He moved closer and put the barrel of his rifle against her head as he run flew away from her on it's own*
"And what are you thinking exactly?"
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Andrea & Sahara
Sahara was so relieved when the convoy reached the base, or whatever it was, without further incident. She'd not said much to John during the trip back, however brief it was. She cast a glimpse towards him for a moment before she pulled the handle to the door and slid out, dropping to her feet before slamming the door shut. She'd wait for John to get out too, join him, afterall, he was the only one she actually knew, and he looked a hell of a lot friendlier than any of these other people.
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Andrea gave a glimpse towards Joseph as he told her to and wait for him down in the base. Her eyes lingered on him before she placed a hand on his shoulder, no words needed be spoken as she walked past and on into the rest of the base beyond the heavy blast doors that separated off the gateway as it began to close.
She bit her lower lip slightly as she walked towards the two civilians getting out of the truck, she'd seen them during the confrontation on the street, but she supposed it was her job to check on them, besides, they'd probably feel better having a civilian paramedic look them over instead of one of these corporate doctors.
She nodded towards them.
"I'm Andrea, just wanted to stop by and see if either of you needed any medical attention."
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John
-The silence had been a welcome reprieve from the discord. Pondering that red and white symbol, fingers would rub against his lower lip, from left to right they would sweep. What did this mean? Instinct burned a hole through his gut with its caustic warnings. Things could get no more atrocious. Pulling into the garage he roused back to the living. Looking first at Sahara and then at the new environs. Cold steel surfaces aglow with the glare of the overhead lights and that strange symbol plastered anywhere there was space; it looked more like a fallout shelter than what he would have expected.
They knew this could’ve happened, was his first thought as he deposited from the truck.
Turning to catch Joseph wanting to hand the rifle back, he caught sight of the intruder and stopped and was then hailed by the medic. He shook his barren dome. “I’m fine. Thanks.” Looks like Joseph had found another stray. Odd.-
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Danica
The feel of cold metal pressed up against her scalp as she laid there breathing heavily. It took her a few moments to catch her bearings. Going from a bright sunny day to a dark and cold interior could wreak havoc on one’s eyes. Deciding it best not to move, as she realized her gun was no longer in her hand, Danica remained motionless as the man above her spoke. Even as she laid there, the badge that hung from her neck had landed face up, the shield staring almost directly up at Joseph.
What was she thinking? Seriously? Taking another deep breath she snorted sarcastically. “I was looking for a place to get my nails done and figured I should start by looking here. Are you taking appointments?” Rolling her eyes, she continued to try and control her breathing. Looking then across the floor she noticed that her gun laid a few feet away from her.
“What the hell do you think? Get away from those things by finding a safe place to hide. I’m not hauling ass because I just felt like it.” She let out a small snort. Remaining on her stomach, Danica almost wished she had gone someplace else now. At least those walking dead things wouldn’t point a gun at her and asked a stupid question.
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Joseph
*Joseph breathed heavily as she got smart with him, he was really not in the mood for this sh*t today. Monica was already about to blow a gasket and this new guy trying to be so intimidating and his own men surrendering without a fight, what the hell was up with today? He growled as he watched the woman and shook his head*
"Don't get smart with me, the mood I'm in putting a bullet through your brain not only would make me happy but it might even get me back on my bosses good side. No more smart ass comments or you'll get tossed back outside, understand? Now get up off the floor."
*He saw the badge, it didn't impress him at all. He was ex-military and head of security for a base that definately went beyond her jurisdiction even on normal days*
"What in the world is the NYPD doing breaking into my facility?"
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Andrea & Sahara
Andrea nodded to John, a glimpse along her shoulder towards the direction that the man was staring, back towards Joseph as another appeared, on the floor. She wasn't close enough to hear the heated exchange of words, but it drew a perk of her brow certainly. The hell.. ANOTHER civilian? It seemed the little trip outside had certainly drawn attention of the city's survivors.
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Sahara on the other hand stepped slightly behind John as she saw the woman come crashing in. She placed her good hand against his back some, moreso letting him know she was there, using him for a shield.
Though when the woman didn't leap up and start chewing off the military man's leg she relaxed some, extending her other hand out towards the medic and clearing her throat some.
"I cut my hand earlier.. had to break out a window.." Sahara explained.
Andrea's eyes cut back over towards the woman as she very clearly and precisely asked.
"Are you positive? You haven't been bitten or gotten any of those things' blood in this?" Andrea's eyes so firm burned into the woman.
"Im sure. They weren't there yet when I broke the window." Sahara added, clarifying. " Been in the truck ever since."
Andrea nodded, drawing out her medical kit to take care of the wound, at least for the moment. The last thing any of them needed was more infection, T-virus or otherwise.
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John
-Able to hear only bits and pieces of the conversation between Joseph and the new vagrant John instead focused on the somber interior trying to puzzle out where they fit into all of this. Corporations don’t have these sort of things built without reason and they don’t hire their own mercenary force to provide security. Rent-a-cops are good enough the task of security. Something ignominious was definitely underway. John turned back towards Sahara having felt her hand there, but not before he heard NYPD. Abruptly he stopped optics narrowing. Swiveling his head back to the scene in the rear he wondered who the woman was. Coincidence was something for the masses to finagle with, not something the infamous Bulwark believed in. Vision failed him, the bright light above blinding him, so he could only make out shapes and voices.
Grim faced he turned back to the doctor and Sahara, left to his own thoughts for the moment. The situation had grown worse despite his wishes, hopefully the pig wouldn’t recognize him. Somehow he doubted that with all that had happened. d**n it John.-
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Danica
Picking herself up of the floor, Danica brushed off her jacket, halter top and skirt. For a person that had been on the move for three days, she didn’t look all that bad. Though she knew a nice shower wouldn’t hurt. Looking up at Joseph, she crossed her arms. Looking him over once, Danica sized him up. She could most definitely take him if need be.
“I didn’t see your name on the building… in fact I did not see anyone name on the building.” It seemed that his threat did not go very far as to stop her from smarting off. “And I think the end of the world trumps all breaking and entering charges that you might dream up. I don’t even think marshal law covers what is going on out there.”
Bending over, she grabbed her large black duffle bag and hung it from her shoulders once more. “Listen…” She eyed him for a moment, trying to figure out if he had his name printed somewhere on his uniform. Not seeing one, she looked back up to his face. “…I’ll grab my gun and wait by the door. When those things are gone, I’ll get the hell out. No need to get your panties in a twist over this.”
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Joseph
*He had contemplated just nailing her with the butt of his rifle and dragging her ass down to a cell but decided against it. He growled deep in his throat though as he watched her. She really didn't get the idea not to f*** with him. He glared and watched her grab the bag and shook his head*
"You're going no where now that you're in, you already know more then you should so now you stay. And the name's Joseph if that's what you're looking for, now who knows you're here?"
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Andrea
Andrea finished dressing Sahara's palm before she glimpsed between them, " Wait here." she urged them before she shouldered her pack and hasted a walk back over to Joseph's side. Her eyes glimpsed between the woman and the man she loved. She shook her head slightly, turning so her back was more towards Danica and she leaned towards Joseph's ear and whispered.
"Joseph, you're scaring the f*** out of everyone. Look at her, she doesn't look like she was sent in here with the task of spying, hell she even smells just as bad as the other two. She's been here since day one." she tried to reason with him, glimpsing up towards his eyes.
"She's one of the good guys remember, just like I was -am."
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John
-Platinum eyes followed Andrea, squinting against the glare of the lights ahead. Still unable to make out the cop he turned to Sahara. “You’ll be all right now.” While his words where solemn, his visage was expressionless. John wasn’t sure how much longer he needed to babysit, a good shower a few hours rest – what more could he need to get back on his feet and figure this problem out? Turning his palms up, he looked at each. Scratched and stained crimson, gore stuck beneath his fingernails he speculated on the monster he looked like. Pants had been savaged, shirt and coat spotted with blood and fleshy bits, there wasn’t a part of John that didn’t look like it belonged in a horror movie. “A shower would be nice, eh?” Those hallowed eyes searched Sahara’s.-
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Danica
Danica looked away from him as the other woman came up to them and began to whisper to him. Seeing as he was distracted she took that moment to look around the room. So, there were gray metal walls, a few working vehicles and a couple of people. She could understand exactly why this place was being kept a secret… not. Aside from the multiple people dress like Joseph, she did note a few that looked out of place, civilians no less. Blinking for a moment, she stared back at John as he stood across the room. She’d gotten funny looks before, but that was just weird.
Looking at Joseph once more, she really wondered what crawled up his tail pipe to make him act like such an ass. “Aside from the couple dozen dead that are outside… no one knows where I am. I’ve come to realize that I’m alone.” In the back of her mind she waited to hear the sad violin music play… well almost.
Raising a hand, she gestured towards the room they were in. “So mind telling me what this place is, so I can know for sure I know what I’m not supposed to know?” Snorting once more, she dropped her arm knowing she was not going to get an answer from him. This was ridiculous to say the least. Moving past Joseph and Andrea, Danica walked over towards her hand gun. That was one thing she was not going to leave behind. It was her life line for fending off any of the walking dead if they happened to get to close.
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Joseph
*Joseph was not happy with Andrea stepping between them, that was truly a bad move when you didn't know what someones motives were for sneaking in. Of course there was escaping the undead but she could have jumped inot the river and swam for it if she really wanted to but no here she was. He sighed and watched her heading for her gun, his eyes moved to John and he nodded his head hoping he'd get the idea and take the gun before she could get there. Cops are supposed to be good but who really knows, not like there haven't been bad cops. He then turned to Andrea*
"I understand that but we can't be sure, this is about security Andrea. I can't just let someone sneak in, regardless of what's going on out there this is still my job unless you want all of us kicked out and left to die because I fail at that job."
*He wasn't happy but he hated talking to her that way as he turned from her and moved up behind Danica*
"You haven't even told me your name, I have no plans to tell you anything. Now let's get out of this garage and into the real base, I don't like being this close to those things."
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Andrea & Sahara
Andrea sighed some, glimpsing to Joseph's eyes for a moment before she glimpsed down, " I guess you're right. I guess part of me wants to believe people are inherently good.." she shook her head and walked away, away from the two of them. Let them both have a showdown of who had the bigger badge - or something like that.
She glimpsed back towards the two civilians who seemed mesmerized by what was going on.
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Sahara chuckled to John, casting a small grin towards him as she glimpsed down along herself and then him and back up to his eyes, "Dunno. I seem to be okay. You, on the other hand, you look like hell. And while you're not one of those things, you sure will start smelling like them if you dont get a shower soon." she replied smugly.
"Maybe Colonel Clank over there will give us a place to stay after he's done with the NYPD."
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John
-The smell of death and sweat had permeated his clothes. Luckily his sense of smell had faded, but this sterile environment was starting to get to his nostrils. “Hopefully,” he muttered to Sahara before propelling towards the fallen gun at Joseph’s nod. At least someone was paying attention and the gun had been his first concern. John was animated as he scooped the discarded gun up. Turning the piece over in his hands, pretending to inspect it, until he looked first to Joseph and then the officer, “Don’t think I can let you have this.” The voice, the posture, could she tell John didn’t like her already? Even with the close proximity it was hard to make out the details, but he was positive he had never seen her before. While a sigh of relief might have been appropriate, John remained expressionless save for that tiny grin that said, you can’t have this. Even his eyes twinkled with amusement.-
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Danica
She eyed John as he beat her to her own gun and then was smug about the fact. Danica didn’t really know this was a race. Eyeing him cooly for a moment, Danica shrugged at John. “… don’t worry, I’ll get it back soon enough.” From the look in her eye, John would be able to tell she was all business. The look on his face or the coldness in his voice didn’t really seem to phase her.
Turning her back to John, Danica again looked at Joseph. “Danica.” She said rather matter of fact like. If they were all on a first name basis, there was no need for her say anything more. “So… Joseph… “ She took a step towards him again. “Mind telling me what the plan is? Or you just going to continue to stand there and be an ass all night?”
Again she crossed her arms. “Oh… and tell your sidekick here…” Danica glanced over her shoulder at John, “…the bald boy wonder, not to lose my gun. My sh*t is custom and even when we were in the civilized world it would be hard to replace.” Smirking once at John, she turned her head back to look at Joseph.
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Joseph
*He smirked seeing John react perfectly with such quick and simple movements that revealed more about the man then anything else had before. He then moved heading to John as Danica finally told him her name he just smiled and nodded to her*
"Pleasure Danica and no I'm not sure I am done being an ass it kind of feels good to act like everyone around me for once. But since you've finally decided to tell me your name I suppose we can make this a bit more casual."
*He reached John and held out his hand for the gun*
"John if you please, I'll have this locked up until we're sure we have nothing to worry about."
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John
-Bald boy wonder? If the (hey dumas don't use this word) only knew what he had done to several of her co-workers one night at the Lucky Stars bar. Apparently Danica wasn’t half the cop she appeared to be, she might have noticed beneath the thick layer of grime and gore John was more than he appeared. For the moment however it appeared he was invisible. Giving a curt nod of the crown, the equalizer was handed over without any hesitation. He had better hardware in his pocket regardless. Joseph was eye f***ing him again. About f***ing time someone realized he wasn’t a bald fat man covered in carnage and with a stench that competed with the look.-
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Danica
She watched as Joseph moved forward and reached for her gun. Danica doubted there was anything inside these walls to really worry about. The only thing that seemed to be a threat these days was outside the walls of this facility. Pursing her lips for a moment, Danica wondered just how much of a threat she could be in comparison to those things.
As the weapon was handed over from John to Joseph, Danica again looked at John. Now that she was closer to him and could take a moment to study him, there was something about him that didn’t feel right to her. Granted he was not very visual appealing since he was covered in blood and guts, but under it all there seemed to be something lurking.
Shrugging off her feeling for the time being, Danica turned her head to glance at her gun. It would be very easy to make a move for it now, but that irrational thought would only get her killed with Mr. Sour Puss (Joseph). Not seeing really much option at the current time, Danica spoke as she looked Joseph in the eyes again. “So… Joseph. Now what?”
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Joseph
*He looked to Danica after giving John a small smile and a nod in thanks. His eyes moving to Danica's face and eyes trying to figure out who she was and why she came here of all place so dead locked*
"Now we get inside to where it's safer and then we'll talk about this more."
*Joseph turned tossing his rifle over his shoulder, the strap catching and hanging there as he started towards Andrea. A smile upon his lips as he caught her hand and led her to the elevator*
"We'll goto the security lounge and figure this all out from there."
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Andrea
Andrea stood at the rear of the room, it's cold walls, closed ventilation, bacterial scrubbers and UV projectors all around. Not to mention the dozen or so various instruments that were scanning everyone in that room at the moment for signs of infection.
Andrea waited for Joseph to join her, and Sahara moved to join John once more, cautiously glimpsing among all the dangerous people. So far the only one that didn't seem threatening was Andrea. She also seemed very out of place, even if she was wearing anti-riot gear too.
As the five member group exited the entrance room, the blast doors closed behind them, sealing the room further. Of course, as soon as it closed several yellow alert lights flashed and a small klaxon was heard beeping.
A small group of containment suited personnel stepped out, moving to surrounding the group.
The lead member looked to Joseph and spoke.
"Sir. We've detected traces of the virus on several members of your group. Our scans show its present on a number of their items but not in them. Everyone will have to go through sterilization before they can be admitted into the facility. "
With that he motioned with his hand towards the open door, a door which would lead them to the best d**n shower and scrub they'd ever have in their whole d**n lives.
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John
-John surveyed the room and clenched his teeth together when the klaxons went off and the guys with the guns reappeared in hazmat suits. Sighing audibly he balled his fists together and then heard the words and immediately switched off the hostility. In place was the thinking cap. The virus, standing beside Sahara at the back of the group as was their usual place he leaned over when they started to move, wrapping an arm around her waist as though to catch himself from stumbling. In those few moments he whispered, “Careful. They know whats going on outside.” Separated at the doors and herded into tiny cells, John looked at the two gentlemen who came in with an apparatus that looked like something straight out of a romance novel. Stripping his clothes off, muttering the whole time, eyes greedily staring at the large red button that adorned the far end of the cell. Above it in plain white lettering it read ‘Panic.’ John wondered just what that might do and soon found out when one of the gentlemen thought it would be funny to shove a nozzle up his ass. Thirty minutes later with and oversized lump adorning his otherwise barren crown, John emerged in clothes that didn’t look right on the big dumb oaf, but he sure smelled better. They hadn’t given back his gun either. Where the f*** where they ushering him now?-
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Danica
Shrugging, Danica had no choice but to follow Joseph and the other out of the room. Standing behind them all, she turned as the door behind them shut and then made a clicking noise as if they were locking. This was getting very interesting. What next?
As if on queue, klaxon’s went off and several people with guns in hazard gear stepped forward. She had really been only half listening, but when the comment about a virus was said, Danica’s attention seemed to perk up. So was that what was causing the dead to walk around like they were?
Her train of thought was lost as she was carted off away from the group. Into a cubical she went with two other people. Her bag was pulled from her arms. Out of reflex she tried to hold onto it but found that they were too quick for her.
Her jacket was then taken from her, followed by the rest of her clothing. Danica liked hot showers, but this was ridiculous. Biting her lip at the painful heat, she thought her skin was going to melt off as they hosed her off and scrubbed her skin raw. When the finished, they threw her a towel to dry off.
Quickly wiping the remaining water from her red skin, she then used the towel to wrap her hair up. When her hands were free she was then handed some clothing. Throwing on the oversized pajama looking things, she was then ushered out into the next room. She glanced over her shoulder as the door was shut. Guessing that she should be thankful, she looked back ahead of her and took a few steps forward.
Coming face to face with John, Danica stopped in her tracks. Now that he was cleaned up, she realized she who he was. “Bulwark?!” Her voice game out a gasp and instinctively she reached to her side where her gun should have been. Finding herself grasping air, Danica took a step back. This was the last person she expected to see here. What the hell did she do to deserve this?
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Joseph
*Joseph handed the guns over as the men came out, he wasn't all that surprised given what they had just been through and all. He told them to lock up the pistol and the rifle would obviously be put back on the rack when cleaned. He hated decontamination and really didn't remember the creatures getting all that close to him, but who knew what John and Sahara had brought with them when they joined them. He was led off as well, but unlike them he had clothing waiting for him on the other side and dressed up in a perfect form fitting t-shirt with the Umbrella logo on it and a black pair of pants. He saw Danica's look when she almost bumped into John and the movement for her gun which he had locked up now. He moved smoothly and quickly walking right between the two of them, not a word was uttered but his lips were curled into a sneer as he passed*
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Andrea & Sahara
Andrea and Sahara both handed over anything they had, and were equally led off to their own separate little rooms to be hosed down, man handled, short of being violated with a water cannon. In the end, they were given towels and a change of sweats to dress into, Sahara was flagged a bit more on a watch list for her cut, and both stumbled out into the room with the others, one after the other till they were all there. Joseph was a bit more well timed to make sure he got there last to escort his little group on into the facility.
The same man who had been outside in the jumpsuit glimpsed to them, without the suit on now, white labcoat on as he waved them towards the other door, " You're good to go. Will return the items seized after they've been cleaned and checked over."
With that the opposite mechanical door opened, revealing a nice long corridor, the upper level was expansive, tapering down lower and lower into the ground, and of course the most classified things were on the lower levels, they were given access only to the upper half of the facility, truth be told.
Not even Joseph had clearance to go lower without Director Dalton's permission and accompaniment.
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John
-Instinctively John tensed at the sound of his name. Not even Joseph had recognized him, or the woman from the museum. Eyes wide with apprehension slowly constricted back to size. “The one and only,” casual and calm he took a step forward, eyes only for her. Even with the ghost that was Joseph moving between them. An arm jutted out from around Joseph, “Truce?” Hallowed eyes twinkled again, would she take his hand? While the intention to turn to violence had been there, John remembered why he was here. Which is precisely why he offered his hand, kill her if she becomes a problem, but use her until then. The ‘civilians’ as the crone had called them had a situation brewing. Whether she realized it or not they were all in the same boat. Sinking as it may be the only way out was through cooperation. Far be it for him to start killing the last person who would at the very least making a very messy exit when needed. “I’ll be nice. Scouts honor.” He wiggled his fingers awaiting her acceptance. Surely she wasn’t that dense.-
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Danica
She didn’t notice Joseph move between him. Her attention was solely focused on the criminal before her. Seriously, what kind of sick joke was being played on her? A cop and a cop killer in the same place together. Weren’t they just suddenly interesting bedfellows.
He moved forward and she took another tentative step back. Danica watched him outstretch his hand towards her, offering a hand shake as a truce. She knew how his man worked. He would offer a truce, use her until he didn’t need her anymore and then toss her aside like everyone else. Not buying it, she kept her hands at her side.
“I not biting on your scouts honor bullsh*t.” Her eyes narrowed at him. She knew that she had to behave if she was going to live through this, and that meant leaving him alone. “Just stay out of my way an I’ll stay out of yours.” Her words dripped venom as she spoke. It was clear that she had no friendly feelings towards him at all.
Brushing past John and not leaving him a chance to respond to her, Danica moved off and down the hall, following the man that had met them on this side of the cleaning stalls.. She was starving and was hell bent on finding something to eat. Surely this place had something beyond the soda and candy bars she had been living off of for the past several days.
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Joseph
*Joseph moved and took Andrea's hand in his as they followed the man, might as well stay with the rest of them rather then trying to run back to their bunk. He heard the comments from John and Danica and needed to make a point to find out more from both of them. Sahara on the other hand was a complete mystery to him. He leaned in to Andrea with a smile upon his lips*
"So after we grab a bite to eat you wanna head back to our room for some desert? I was thinking I could go for some pie."
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Andrea & Sahara
Andrea glared at Joseph for his little comment, a small roll of her eyes as she shook her head a little, smirking as she leaned to him and stole a quick kiss from his lips, looking back to his eyes before she sneered.
"You just want to offer up your cream filling." she replied, smirking and glimpsing towards Sahara and John, her eyes glimpsing between them.
"I dont know what that was about with her..." she replied, glimpsing after Danica who was already a good bit down the hall.
"But I think surviving is higher priority than anything else. So till we figure out what we're gonna do, try and not kill each other. " she commented, though she really had no authority there.
"Some chow sounds good right about now, and I bet neither of you have seen a decent meal in days. So how about we chat over some food about what's going on.." she offered, glimpsing back to Joseph and staring to head down the corridor.
Sahara was, for once, speechless as she watched Danica and John have their little showdown. She shook her head a little, muttering slightly.
"God, its like walking on eggshells around everyone. So touchy." she smirked, glimpsing towards John one last time before the Medic told them to all head towards chow. Nothing could've sounded better to Sahara.
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John
-Foolish woman. Or was she? He would’ve left them all to rot if he had the choice. However the apocalypse could do strange things to a man. Optics followed the feline movements of Danica and eventually found Sahara. What was her reaction to him being a criminal? Ashamed of him just like his wife had been. Sahara’s comment aside he shuffled in behind her, the medic’s advice was sound though a tad late on being given. The crap they served for food barely passed for it. A warm meal couldn’t be passed up no matter how terrible the taste or presentation. John remained silent throughout, as was his custom. Listening and assessing the situation. Constantly fitting and adding pieces to the ever expanding puzzle of their predicament. Every once and a while eyes would graze past Danica’s, calm and deceptive as always John made his statement through his eyes.-
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Danica
She had no intentions of being friendly, then again Danica was never one to be very chatty with people she did not know. Ignoring those that followed in her wake down the hallway, Danica made a bee line into the mess hall and towards one of the many buffets that were in the room.
Grabbing a tray, she quickly moved down the line and started grabbing food as she went. Hamburger, check, fries, check, plate of spaghetti, check, jello, check, something that looked like a twinkie, check. Adding a glass of water and a coffee onto her tray, she moved over to an empty table and sat down. For a tiny woman, it looked as though she could polish off quite a bit of food.
Digging into the hamburger and fries, Danica wrinkle her nose slightly. The food tasted like sh*t. Reaching over, she grabbed the bottle of ketchup from the condiments tray that was on each table and squirted a nice helping onto her hamburger and fries. Trying the food again, she shrugged. It was better than nothing.
As she ate, she kept her gaze downward. She could feel john’s eyes hovering over her every now and again. Danica could not bring herself to look up at him. The contempt she felt in her heart for a man like him was hard to describe. There were very few in life that she felt this way about. She knew that one look up and he would be able to see the disdain in her eyes. Because she said earlier she would stay out of his way, she decided it would be best to start by not even acknowledging him.
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Joseph
*He smirked at her comment as she leaned in and kissed him. d**n did Andrea know what to say to his dumb comments to make them all the more entertaining. He loved her for that and so much more. He squeezed her hand as she had talked to the others, playing peace keeper which Joseph truly failed at. And that's when they reached the dining room.
Joseph watched as Danica ran ahead and went after everything she could find, he just smirked wondering how she could have been so defiant if she was that d**n hungry. He just smirked and made a motion for Andrea to lead him in and followed her, his lips close to her ear*
"Hopefully you don't stuff yourself, I plan on doing that when we get back to the room as well."
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Post by poignant on Jun 21, 2011 21:54:11 GMT -5
John:
-The living cells where quite spacious. Spending no more than a few hours sleeping off the past three days, he paced the darkened hallways until one of the mindless drones that did everything left his old clothes neatly piled on his pallet. Quickly shifting from the pajama’s too his old clothes he found his berretta along with a few other personal items. Lodging the gun in his right pocket he made for the cafeteria, stomach growling. Due to his insomnia John had been able to map out the perimeter of their lodgings and noted quite a few locked doors with scanning equipment.
Looking forward to another warm meal he filled his plate with everything from bacon to three of every desert. A veritable feast sat before him mounded upon four hot steaming plates. Who knew killing people could create such a large appetite. Given that John was larger than most men; this was way beyond his normal fare. Gorging himself he washed it all down with water and some spiced wine to get himself going.-
Danica:
Danica had only slept a few hours. It was coming very routine now, even before this epidemic that she could barely sleep. She could not place a finger upon what was causing her insomnia, but then again she didn’t really try that hard to understand it. Opening the door to her room, she noticed that her clothing and duffle bag were neatly piled next to the opening.
Atleast they had given her belongings back, well almost all of them. Opening the bag she noticed that they had removed her other hand gun along with her ammo. Grabbing her clothing along with the now open duffle, she quickly shut the door and changed out of the pajama outfit they had given her the previous day.
Running a hand through her short black hair, she eyed herself in the mirror. She didn’t look half bad for someone that had survived the apocalypse. Turning on her heels, she left her room and headed for the mess hall again. One thing she couldn’t shake was her appetite. Even after 45 years, her appetite had yet to catch up to her small frame. Aside from the fluctuating 5 pounds, Danica stayed well under 120 pounds. She was tiny, but could still pack a wallop.
Entering the mess hall, she didn’t note anyone in the room and made another bee line for the buffet. Grabbing a tray and plate, she loaded the plate up with scrabbled eggs, bacon and some potato has. Not forgetting her coffee, 2% milk and orange juice, she left the buffet and moved towards a table. Her stomach growled as she studied the mound of food on her plate. Danica had not realized just how hungry she was.
Finding a table off to the side, she sat down and eyed her food. Where to start was the real question. Grabbing the ketchup from the center of the table, she covered her eggs and potato hash. Salt and pepper followed the ketchup before a look of satisfaction crossed Danica’s features. Picking up her fork, she dug in and started to
John:
-Danica entering after he had just mopped up the last of the grease from his plate with a toasted piece of bread was a shocking surprise. So the wench couldn’t sleep either. A sly grin crept over those craggy features. He watched from afar as she was generous with the salt and pepper. Odd to see a woman with such an appetite, reminded him of… Best not to remember anything prior to these three days John told himself, bad enough he couldn’t sleep without seeing their faces contorted in pain and terror.
With a loud belch that signified he was presented, he stood up and piled the plates one on top of the other and offered them to one of the drones that manned the dishwasher pit.
Turning upon his heels he made his way towards Danica’s table and found himself seated across from her, arms folded across his broad chest. “You and I need to talk.” Before she might cut of him off he shook his head. “We don’t need to be at each other’s throats. Look around. Put the pieces together. You’re a pig for Christ sake! Are you that blind?” He looked around with a paranoid cast to his otherwise hollow eyes. Could they pick up everything he said? He hadn’t even shared his concerns with Sahara yet, however this cop needed to be dealt with.
“They knew about whatever it is that went to sh*t outside. You and I both know this isn’t what corporate headquarters look like… and that bit about the virus coming in?” Eyes narrowed wondering if she hadn’t pieced it together, couldn’t see the mortal danger they where in.-wondering if she hadn’t pieced it together, couldn’t see the mortal danger they where in.-wondering if she hadn’t pieced it together, couldn’t see the mortal danger they where in.-
Danica:
Her fork stopped midway to her mouth at the sound of someone sitting across from her. Looking up, her eyes instantly narrowed. So much for a pleasant mood in this early morning hour. Pretending not to be bothered with him, she continued to eat. Focusing on her plate she figured if she ignored him maybe he would just get the hint and get lost.
That plan did not work out so well. Her eyes shot up at him when he called her a pig. The nerve of this man. Setting her fork down with a rather loud clank against her plate, pushed her tray back away from her slightly. Fingers lacing together in front of her, she placed her hands on the edge of the cool metal table.
Her eyes narrowed more as she studied him very carefully in a calculated manner while she listened to what he was saying. When she was sure he had finished, she responded. “First off…” Her voice was low, her hate for him not being hidden. “… who the hell do you think you are calling me a pig you pompus ass? Second, I’m not and idiot but I don’t go around announcing it to everyone.” Unfolding her hands, she gestured towards the rest of the room, though it was rather empty there were a few people in there. It was also rather obvious from the clothing they wore that they worked for whatever this place was.
Danica wouldn’t even begin to go into the cameras that were placed at every corner of the room. Was he really that much of an idiot? “Third, I really have nothing to say to you besides keep your trap shut and lay low. Asking questions and talks like these will only draw attention to us. I’d like not to get thrown out, but if you must… don’t involve me.”
Grabbing her tray, she pulled it back in front of her. “Now if you don’t mind, I was eating.” Grabbing her fork, she dug into her ketchup covered scrabbled eggs again.
John:
-Rolling his hallowed eyes, John sighed. Did she think he had just decided to impart his wisdom for no reason? Or did she miss the fact that their little reuniting already planted red flags in their asses. Joseph probably had questions, never mind what the crone thought. He pounded the table with his sledge-hammer of a fist and growled, “I f***ing mind cop. You know as well as I do we are already in the sh*t and after your little fit yesterday they’ve already got eyes on us.” Seething with anger, cheeks flushed with crimson, he wanted to throttle the woman before him.
Peace. Was it so friggin hard?! Clenching and unclenching his digits he tried to calm his mounting rage. Leaning forward a vein popping in his neck as he stretched, “Everything was fine until you had to come strolling in here, all I’m saying is – we need to work together and get through this alive then we can beat the sh*t out of each other for all I care.” Reeking of garlic from some of the dishes, he leaned back, looked around once more. Some of the drones noticed the growing tension; some even appeared to be communicating that to someone else – security likely. Churlishly crossing his arms across his chest he awaited her rebuttal. Women, so godd**n conniving.-
Danica:
She stopped eating again and dropped her fork onto her plate. Appetite now gone, she pushed her tray away for the last time. Grabbing her coffee, she took a sip of it. Danica let him vent, after all it’s what men seemed to have to do. It only reinforced her opinion that they were all babies in the end. And come to think of it, he called her a pig… hello pot.
Rolling her eyes at his little outburst, she set her coffee on the table. Crossing her arms in mirror to his own action, she spoke. “I really don’t have to explain myself to you criminal. Like most around here… including you, I’m trying to stay alive. Excuse me if I don’t apologize for ruining your plans. Maybe that mistrial wasn’t the best thing that ever happened to you.”
Raising her hand, she leaned her head forward and pinched the bridge of her nose right by her temple. A headache was forming and only adding to her foul mood. Dropping her hand, she looked up again. “You are the last person I would ever choose to work with, got it?” Looking around, Danica noticed everyone was now looking at them. She guessed it was warranted with how loud they were talking now.
Standing up, she pushed her chair back. The scraping of the metal against the floor sounded loudly through the room. Grabbing her tray, she glared down at John. “You want to get a long with me? Fine… stay the hell away and we will get along just fine.”
Not waiting for a reply, she took her tray over to the trash bin and dumped it’s contents. With a soft growl, she walked out the door leaving John where he was sitting. Danica figured if she took a walk maybe she could relieve some of the anger she was feeling right now.
John:
-Would he be a lesser man he would’ve of cuffed her. Containing his anger, he stood when she did. Bulging eyes met her glare, she had to step past him and when she did he murmured a parting gift. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Shoving past her, John made directly for the hallway that adjoined the cafeteria to the rest of the living compartments. Amazingly no one else had been disturbed. Even more reassuring was the lack of armed escorts. Still drones skittered this way and that on their business.
Paying them no mind he quietly brooded there in the hallway. Pacing back and forth, waiting for Danica to emerge. When she did he gave her a sullen look of insolence and followed her steps. John had already traced out these hallways in his mind attempting to mull the purpose of each and the general schematic of the base in general. However unequipped he might be at keeping his mouth shut; no one could deny him his due. Finally he responded to her retort in a hallway that held only them.
“Prison may have prevented a few things. You can hardly call my kind a criminal. You cops are always so pious.” The brevity of his words would do little to underscore the tainted cops he had killed the night that earned him his fame. Danica had to know all about the corruption. She was probably taking dirty money as well. All those d**n pigs where and yet they held themselves above criminals. Hypocrites.-
Danica:
At first she had though he had left, leaving her to her own thoughts. As she exited the mess hall, the first thing to greet her was John. Seriously, could he not take a hint? Thinking she could maybe lose him, she walked quickly and down the halls. He kept stride with her though. d**n her short stature and short legs.
When he spoke, she stopped in the hallway and turned to look at him. They were alone now, there was no need to really keep her voice somewhat low. Hands resting on her hips, she had to look up slightly at him. “Calling you a criminal is a courtesy to you… because as far as I’m concerned you are lower than the filth that stains the streets of this city! Why on earth would I believe a word you’ve said. I’ve seen what you’ve done first hand, let alone heard the reports.”
She was thankful that he did not remember her. Twenty-three years was a long time to remember a bar maid that was really and undercover sergeant, fresh out of the police academy. Danica would never forget that night, but she was thankful that he did.
Raising a hand, she poked him hard in the chest. “Give me one reason I should believe you and not my gut instinct that tells me the second I put my guard down and turn my back I’m going to have a bullet hole in the back of my head. Tell me why I should trust you?” Her hand dropped again and came to rest on her hip once more.
John:
-The infamy of one John the Bulwark Simard. Was that all that stood between him and the cooperation he desired? With a shrug of his massive shoulders, he pressed forward giving her a firsthand feel of the strength beneath. Satisfied to see her pull back her finger he chuckled. “Because if I thought you couldn’t be brought around to the order of things, I’d kill you.” Looking down the expanse of the hall and then back the way they had come, he knew right then he could kill her before security could reach them. Perhaps sh*t would poke out of the wall but once he had her in his hands there was little she could do to gain the upper hand against the weight advantage. Tense as he was, he leaned back instead and crossed his arms once again.
“My business is just that, my business. I kill for money. You kill for money. There is little difference besides a metal badge and the so called ‘justice’ system. Don’t think for a second it’s any different than what I do.” After all, how much could she truly know about John? They certainly couldn’t have kept tabs on him for so long that they knew everything he did. However this woman gave him pause, long enough to consider keeping her alive.-
Danica:
Her mood had turned somewhat of a simmer, but as soon as he compared her to him it boiled back up. “I do NOT kill for money.” Her voice grew low again, her yes like daggers as she glared at him. “Nothing I have ever done in my life will even come close to the atrocities that you have done.” She took a step forward. Yes she was small, but she still commanded power behind her. She had often been called a Hellcat and could easily live up to that name if need be.
“You can take your business and shove it up your ass for all I care. Nothing you have said has changed my mind, it’s only reinforced what I already know.” She leaned forward, her voice lowering more, almost a growl. “Stay out of my way.”
Taking a step back, she turned and moved down the hallway again. Danica felt the need to throw something, but in this forsaken place there was nothing to grab. Corridor after corridor was the same, steel walls and doors every few meters. This was infuriating.
Continuing to walk at a brisk pace, Danica kept turning corners. She was trying to find her room, but soon found that she was lost. Rather than admit to it and figuring John was still on her tail, she continued her pace. Sooner or later she would find her room. Danica just hoped kit would be sooner than the later.
John:
-Pious pregnant dog. John was fuming though it was more for show than actual emotion. All cops thought themselves somehow about the criminal element. Anyone with half a brain knew the only difference between a cop and a criminal was that one was designed and implemented with the express purpose of keeping the peace. “Yeah that’s right,” he sneered as she turned away from him, “Go ahead and turn a blind eye to the facts.” Of course John followed her; the mule-headed dumbass had nothing better to do. Besides it readily became apparent she was lost so John stopped at one of the intersections and waited for her to loop back around.
“Lost are we or just trying to bore me?” His attitude made it a rhetorical question. “Those cops where a dirty. If you’re such a goodie goodie, maybe you ought to thank me for wiping your ass, eh princess? Or would you rather it go through corrupt justice system so they can get out on fat pensions along with the millions they stole from extorting criminals just like me?” Venom laced his words giving them a poignant edge. Pointing a chubby finger in her direction he grinned, “Or where you just blind to all the sh*t you peddle in? Where there are police, there are criminals.”
Danica:
Only half ass listening to him, she continued on her trek. He seemed to have stopped behind her, his voice growing distant as she continued to move. Good, he was leaving her alone. Rounding a corner and then another corner, she found her way back to John. Letting out a huff, she stopped about 5 feet from him. “There is a difference between being blind and turning a blind eye.. neither of which begin to even describe me or what I’ve done. You don’t know me, so stop judging me as if my actions can be based upon some universal book.”
Turning, Danica glanced down the hallway she had just come from before looking back the way she had been headed right past John. “sh*t!” She exclaimed to herself as she realized this was going to be a futile effort without some help.
Raising her hand again, she rubbed her temple. What had started out as a dull ache had not turned into a throb. She hoped that he was happy. The annoying bastard had not only gotten her lost but given her one hell of a headache.
Rubbing her face with both hands, she looked up towards him. He was still staring at her smugly. Danica was almost tempted to walk up and slap the smirk right off. Maybe it would make her feel better. “When are you going to realize that I would rather become a bar maid in some sleazy bar than ever work with you? Get it through your thick skull… this…” She gestured her hand back and forth between them, “… will never happen.”
When she realized what she had said, she inwardly groaned. Hopefully he did not pick up on what she had just said and would over look what she had said just like he did everything else. The last thing Danica wanted to do was take a trip down memory lane with him.
John:
-True to her wishes John did ramble right on over the clue that lodged somewhere in that thicket he called a brain. Overlapped with minutiae he had gathered throughout the long years of his service it was an abysmal place to try and recall an event that happened more than twenty-three years ago. Even so he couldn’t take a hint at the gesture between them. “f*** if I want your (hey dumas don't use this word) for….”
Brazen eyes went dark and cold as the familiarity soon tickled his mind into overdrive. The face, the voice while aged it all came together neatly packaged in his mind’s eye. “You…” Brows furrowed as he suddenly lost his restraint. Keenly intercepting Danica finger jabbing into her chest, the whale of a man dwarfed her. “Your…” He cocked his head from left to right, “What the f*** do you know of the streets pregnant dog? “ By now he was roaring. Echoing down the halls in either direction a torrent of rage and spittle flying from his mouth, John reached back with his colossal hand and clenched it into a fist. “What would you know of scrounging for every meal? What would you know of providing for a sister?” The fist shook in the air but held for the moment. Face a fierce crimson every muscle as tense as could be he cut an intimidating figure. “You probably grew up in a suburb sucking on your momma’s teat … Well I never had no momma, I just had a sister and ... “
He shook his head dropping his fist. Why the hell was he telling her this? She didn’t care, she wouldn’t understand. Close minded (hey dumas don't use this word) she was. Abruptly he turned and stalked off in the direction that would take them back to the living cells. He had nothing more to say. She wanted to remain enemies, so be it, he would have no regrets putting a bullet in the back of that pretty skull.-
Danica:
She watched him stalk off, what did she know? Seriously? He wasn’t the only sob story from the streets of NYC. She had to work hard to get where she was. There was no suburb with white picket fences in her past. Yelling after him, she remained where she way. “Forgive me if I don’t have a violin to play on while you tell me your sob story.”
Taking off down the corridor, she followed in his wake. It was interesting now how the rolls had been reversed. Obviously by his outburst he knew who she was. What he didn’t know was that when they had met, it had not been the first time she had worked in a place like that. “ if you think you’re the only one to have a tough child hood, think again. While you may be the center of your own universe and think you’re the only one to have everything go wrong for you, you are very mistaken. I told you we were different, but it seems I just forgot to clarify. While you took the easy road and became scum, I made something of myself. I can look in the mirror and not have regrets.”
Reaching forward, she grabbed his arm to stop him. Yanking him by the grip she had on his bicep, she forced him to turn around. It was a surprising strength she had, and her grip was like a vice upon his flesh. “I know the streets far better than you can imagine.” The anger he had shown just a few moments ago was mirrored on Danica. Though she didn’t turn a violet shade of red, the harsh creases in her face told of just how pissed off she was. “Don’t ever assume to know me. Ever.”
John:
-The pregnant dog had balls was the only thought that lulled through the strangled mishmash between his ears. Whirling him around was one thing, but the strength was unseemly for a woman of her size. All at once John’s anger seemed to dissipate. Scum? Made something of herself? A wolf in sheep’s clothing was still a wolf at the end of the day. The sobbing of his sister came forth unbidden from those hidden recesses every man had and every woman called secrets. Through platinum eyes John could see each reality in parallel. Shaking his head the burly arm snapped back to his side tongue rolling about his mouth as he silently won the internal struggle.
“No,” he whispered. Tiny dark pebbles matched that angry stare and threatened to consume the heat of her anger with the hollow darkness trapped within. “I didn’t ask for your pity.” Each syllable was dripping with spite.”You made something of yourself. Good for you. I did what I had to do. I don’t know you, but if what you say is true, you and I aren’t so different after all.” Looking her up and down with those merciless eyes he clenched his teeth struggling to contain the quiet sobbing of his regret, his guilt an anchor in his gut. “If you truly came from the streets then you know you’re only as good as the person watching your back. Who watched your back?”
Danica:
She wasn’t giving pity, that was the last thing she would ever give. Letting her hand drop to her side, she let out a sigh. Her anger dissipated a little as the breath escaped past her pink lips. Looking away from him, she stared blankly at the wall for a moment. Danica hated her past, more than most would ever know. Never had she talked about it willingly and she wondered now just why she had brought it up. It was not any of his business after all.
When he asked the question, she turned her head and looked at him again. Her voice was quieter now as she spoke. Danica was still angry, but it was not as great as before. “He’s dead… along with everyone else that I ever gave a d**n about.”
For the first time, as she looked at him, her blue eyes shown something more than anger. Remorse flickered across her features briefly, forcing her to look away again. “When they open those doors I will be leaving. I don’t need anyone to watch my back anymore. No one to get in my way….” Her voiced drifted off as she thought about how lonely that sounded.
Regaining her composure, she let out a small sarcastic laugh. “Not like it matters much anymore…. Right?” She crossed her arms and found herself looking at him. “… like you now know, I’m from the streets. I know how to take care of myself.”
John:
-Danica had fallen for the trap. The inlet of air signaled the abrupt change in his stance. Forward he sauntered, towards the prey. You do what you have to do. Too simple and elegant a way of putting it, the grime of the streets never left a person. Not even a cop. John could see it in there. Outwardly no weakness showed, but the words had been said. “No.” He shook his head in a tiny whisper that shattered his own visions of betrayal. “You and I both know, no one makes it out of the streets alive without someone.”
That someone had raped his sister repeatedly. The price of their agreement he would laugh gleefully. That was the night John killed his first man for money and bought his sister a first way ticket out of that hell. Oh he remembered Danica now, young and beautiful, age had done nothing to dull that image. “Keep thinking what you want, but sooner or later the truth will bite you in the ass… Then you’ll come running for the criminal to sort it out for you.” He shook his head, waving a hand in front of her face as he stalked away, towards his cell. “Don’t come for me until then.” He called over his shoulder.-
Danica:
Either the truth or the walking dead would bite her in the ass, she wasn’t sure which would be first. Danica also didn’t want either of them to get anywhere close to her. She honestly thought she had moved passed this kind of thinking. The last three days she had been on her own and that had been very nerve racking. Never in her life had alone felt just so alone.
She had always done things her own way, though, and would never find herself crawling to him for help. There was too much pride that pumped through her veins to allow that to happen. Looking up, she watched him as he walked away. “Don’t worry… you will never see me knocking at your door. Ever.” And that was a promise.
Turning, she moved down a different hall. Danica would be d**ned if she followed him. It was what he wanted and she would not give him that satisfaction. Even if she was lost, she knew eventually she would find her way back to her room. If it took stopping and asking for directions, hell she would do that.
Uncrossing her arms slightly, she rubbed her bare arms. Suddenly she was cold. No doubt arguing with him had made her literally hot. Now that it was over and her body released all it’s hatred, she found what was left most unappealing. “ d**n him.” She growled as she continued down the hall.
John:
-Leaving her to devise her own way of getting out he wondered just how long she had been on the streets. Not long enough to remember her footsteps. All the running he did in the pitch black darkness of alleyways ingrained it in his mind. Intuitively he could recall at will the number of steps it took to get to any place in the building that he knew about. What was beyond the locked doors or the lower levels was just as unknown too him.
Danica would run into him at yet another intersection, leaning against the wall, hands clasped firmly across his chest. “Maybe I won’t see you knocking, but if you’d like, I could show you what you’re looking for?” Pride was the first thing John had to let go. Pride in who he was, pride in what he did; pride couldn’t fill an empty stomach, he beckoned down the hall,” on the streets, getting lost is death.” Without waiting for an answer or one of her bull-headed looks he started off in the direction acting as though he didn’t care. Would she get the hint? Would the point be made that not everything can be done alone? Sure it was a tough as nails world out there. You couldn’t always trust those around you, but at the very least you could trust the need to survive in another human being.-
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Post by Azzie on Jun 22, 2011 7:10:27 GMT -5
She turned down another hall, before stopping in her tracks once more. There stood John, looking rather smug. Arms dropping once more to her side, she moved forward a few steps to glare at him. "If you had not notices... this is not exactly the streets."
The streets had never been an issue to her. Danica was a visual person and committed many things to memory by how they looked. When everything looked the same, however, that is when she got into trouble. In the case of this place, she should have been paying more attention and counted doors. It was her carelessness for getting lost, and she would admit that... only to herself. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying that out loud.
Watching him walk away once more, she debated if she should follow. One voice told her to not, and the other urged her to go. It seemed though, the more time she spent in this hall, the more time she would have to spend with him. Maybe if she did follow him she would be able to get away from him finally. That seemed like a rather good idea.
Stashing away her own pride for the moment, she followed him down the hall. Danica let the silence consume her. She took that moment to wonder if this was just another one of his tactics. Was he trying to lure her into a false sense of security? He was as dark as they came and she knew no matter what happened she would need to keep an eye on him at all times.
Staring at the back of his bald head, she continued to stay back a few steps from him. If he tried anything, she knew the distance would give her more of a chance to react. It was always best to get every tactical advantage possible... that was one of the first thing they taught you at the academy.
After a few corridors, she decided the silence was enough. Danica had to know what his plan was. "So what are you going to do? Stay with them for as long as possible?" When she said them she was referring to that uniformed guard and the other people she had seen in the garage yesterday.
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Post by poignant on Jun 22, 2011 13:53:48 GMT -5
-Sure the statement had been a little melodramatic for John. The streets where always with John, be it his thoughts, his attitudes towards other people or just the general way he never had his back towards a door. Habits had formed around those ways of thinking and so it was, for John or for anybody like him he assumed. Walking along the gloomy corridors of the underground base John couldn’t help but be reminded of his past. The grey pastel colors of the steel and the metallic sheen that swept endlessly in every direction where a parade of faces and events, each significant in one way or another, but all of them just as serene in their death pose.
Shattering his reverie with her shrill, feminine voice, the giant hulk gave a slight roll of those massive shoulders. ‘They’ had footage of this entire morning’s events and no doubt where listening closely for the plan. The plan was simple to John, don’t die. And so those words rolled off of his tongue in the crisp formality that suggested if you did otherwise, you where just weak, “Don’t die.” Stopping just briefly enough to give her a wink, he pointed toward the female ward, which was to the left, men to the right. “You’re down that way.” The smugness remained though John felt drained of emotion. What was left in the wake of his rage was a tiredness that crept into his bones and refused to leave. Turning in the direction of his ward, he parted with Danica without another word.-
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Post by Nicole on Jun 22, 2011 15:10:35 GMT -5
Andrea
Andrea settled behind Joseph in the big overstuffed side-chair in his room. Her fingers ran along his back as she rubbed along his tired worn muscles. The last few hours had been interesting and intense. The Major had gotten chewed out, for a second time upon his return, and Andrea had waited for him to return to make him feel better.
They'd been in his room for awhile now, listening to what little radio reception they could pick up beneath the ground like that. Only one signal managed to come through enough for them to hear the reports of what was going on. The scary truth, it wasn't just New York either, Los Angles, Chicago, Miami to name a few were reporting similar signs.
Truth be told Andrea had started to tune the sound out of her mind as she ran her hands up and down along Joseph's back, feeling his beneath the thin black tee shirt that he wore was comforting, at least he was real, alive. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head and rest her cheek against his back, bringing her arms down and sliding them around his sides in a hug.
"Feeling better?" she asked him.
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Joseph
*He smiled, her hands upon his back really were a gift from above, literally. He smirked at the thought and rubbed his hands over her arms as they came around him. Her touch was magic to him, every muscle was so relaxed as he sat infront of her*
"d**n Andrea, yeah that felt amazing. Your fingers are magic my love, they really are. Just wish the stress was gone so they wouldn't tighten back up. Then again that just means you'll have to rub me down again later so maybe it's not such a bad thing."
*He turned and looked over his shoulder with a smirk upon his lips and winked at her*
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Andrea
Andrea glimpsed towards his smirk as she listened to him, shaking her head a little with a soft chuckle. She tilted her head and gave a kiss to the back of his jaw and a soft nuzzle in. Her arms tightened around him just a little bit more, " I just wish you weren't so stressed out. Everything that's happening out there is bad enough, but then you throw in everything here." she nuzzled him gently.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" she asked him.
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Joseph
*He enjoyed her lips upon his skin more then he could explain, to live in this place, so locked in and alone it just made her affection mean so much more then he thought possible. He sighed happily a smile still upon his lips as he watched her*
"You were right beside me out there, that was enough help. I've gotten you into enough trouble as it is, I can't risk your safety anymore. However, you might be better suited to talk with John and Danica then me, I can be just as hot headed as they are sometimes."
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Andrea
Andrea nodded, bringing her arms up and sliding them around his neck, her hands clasping together right on his chest. She shifted, letting him get more comfortable and lay back against her, she rest her chin atop his head, gently rubbing her fingers back and forth gently.
It was true, she was the only real middle-person there, the only civilian with a foot in the door with Umbrella due to her new found boyfriend.
She closed her eyes in thought, finally asking as she rested, her legs wrapped around his waist from behind, she just didn't want to let him go for the moment, " Probably. What do you want me to talk to them about Joseph?" she asked him.
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Joseph
*He smirked as she pulled him back on her, the feeling of her body pressed against his back was exciting. Her legs wrapping around him made him get a lustful grin upon his lips as he rubbed her legs*
"A shame you're behind me instead of infront. And I don't know honestly, anything that might make them calm down around eachother til we figure out what's going on between them. The last thing I want to do is have a fight on our hands when those two get together. Not going to make me look any better infront of Director Dalton."
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Andrea
Andrea nodded, bringing her hand up to gently brush her fingers along the edge of his neck. She rest her head back atop his as she nodded, bringing her hand back down to continue lightly rubbing along his chest, comfortingly.
"Well fortunately for you, I've been trained in crowd management. " she chuckled. " But I'll talk to them, see if I can do some peace keeping with them. "
She brought her lips to his ear as she asked, nibbling the edge. " Anything you want me to find out from them?"
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Joseph
*He smirked, she was so into him that she could almost read his mind. He enjoyed rubbing her legs as she worked his chest, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as he thought*
"Honestly I'd love to know everything, but there was something between then, something from both of their pasts. I know the kind of man John is, he's no saint you can see that in his eyes, but there was more there then just that. I honestly can't tell you what to dig for, just where to start."
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Andrea
Andrea enjoyed feeling Joseph's touch, regardless how and where it was. When they were like this, just the two of them, in each other's arms, just talking, things almost felt like they could be normal. Like all hell wasn't breaking loose up above.
She also knew Joseph wasn't the most subtle about what he wanted, or what he wanted to know. She tilted her head and kissed behind his jaw gently once again.
"I'll see what I can find out after they've had some sleep. I think I'll start with the cop, I worked with a lot of NYPD, maybe I can get her to open up a little more. If she really is a cop, she's also more likely to tell me the truth." Andrea replied.
"Maybe you can talk to John while I'm talking to her. The two of you seem to understand each other a bit more." Andrea suggested, smirking.
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Joseph
*He looked at her as she kissed him, her words always carried that hidden hint that he wasn't as smooth as he thought he was. He felt content here, so at peace with her wrapped around him so*
"Yeah I suppose I do get a better sense of him, just kinda liked to think of myself more of an officer then a vagrant...then again I could have them backwards so who knows. I'll talk to him and see what I come up with, you just watch yourself she was a little too ready to go back out once she was in."
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Andrea
Andrea smirked some as she heard the warning in Joseph's voice. She grinned a bit more and tilted her head back once more, sucking onto the bottom edge of his ear, her arms tightened around his shoulders as she gave him a playful growl and grinned, her legs tightened around his waist a little more. She chuckled, " I wouldn't worry.... I handled you." she teased.
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Joseph
*He laughed and shook his head, that wasn't a sexual joke at all. Her sucking on his ear though sent a shiver through him as he smirked. God this woman had him eating out of her hand*
"Yeah you may have handled me just fine, but I rescued you and fell for you fast. I wouldn't count on her doing the same thing my love. They both have a strange energy about them and definately when they're around one another. I just hope it doesn't blow up before we can figure it all out."
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Andrea
"You'll just have to trust my excellent skills." she told him, smirking some and giving a nuzzle into his cheek, loosening her hands from his chest she hugged him around the neck and drew in a deep breath and smiled, "I'll watch myself around them." she tried to calm his concerns while her next comment meant to send him into a fury.
"But speaking of things blowing up between two people.." she grinned, giving a playful bite on the edge of his neck.
"Now that you're relaxed and feeling better... maybe you'd like to get f***ed while I'm feeling generous?"
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Joseph
*He rolled his eyes at her comment of excellent skills, she was so cocky it was kind of funny. Her nuzzling made his head tilt with a smile and then she hugged him around the neck. He was really enjoying spending time with her but her comment about blowing up brought his thinking to the way he had gone off in the garage and he wasn't happy about doing that to her, but she quickly shifted his thought pattern*
"Wait what? You really want it huh? And here I thought you weren't going to want it after all that excitement. Don't wanna overload you, just fill you up."
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Andrea
Andrea laughed and nuzzled into his jaw again, hugging him tight and snickering a bit. She kissed his jaw and shook her head a little. " If one thing all this has highlighted for me, its the need to make sure the both of us are laid as much as possible in case one of us.." she trailed off, not wanting to say it.
"Actually. Nothing sounds better than you and me in that bed over there, getting a good nights sleep after all that happened today." she confessed to him.
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Joseph
*He didn't like the way she was thinking, so dark when he tried to be positive in all things. He sighed and shook his head as she hugged him and switched to a different thought*
"Andrea I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that never happens. We're both going to be fine my love, don't you worry about saving us, I'm hoping I've already taken care of that. But yes a good night's sleep in your arms does sound wonderful Andrea, although I have to say if you're so worried about one of us not making it, we definately need to work on making sure some part of us continues."
*He smirked and looked at her with a wink*
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Andrea
Andrea grew quiet for a long moment after that. She loosened her arms from around Joseph as well as her legs and kissed his cheek once more before she finally broke the silence.
"Come on, lets get in bed." she told him, waiting from him to first since she was somewhat between him and the back of the chair.
She went with him over to the bed, stripping down appropriately to bed clothing she waited for him to lay down before she joined next to him, stretched across him and her cheek on his shoulder.
God it felt just so d**n good to be relaxed and with him like that, his little suggestion stuck with her, she heard his voice in her ears over and over, she exhaled slowly finally before she looked up to him.
"Joseph. I'm pregnant."
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