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Post by Magatsu Taito on Aug 26, 2008 8:15:34 GMT -5
(( No worries, if I was really pissed over something like that I'd be kinda pathetic. And besides, I'd take it over PM either way. ))
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Post by albub on May 4, 2009 17:43:43 GMT -5
Alex comes to underneath the billboard. His wounds had caused him to go into a coma. He had no idea how long he had been out for, but his head was throbbing hard, and his body was a dessicated husk. He kept his eyes shut, and dragged his hand through the dust and grit until his fingers found purchase on his backpack. The zipper was open, fortunately, and he slipped a hand inside. He withdrew a bottle of something, he prayed it was water, and unscrewed the lid. As the scummy fluid poured down his throat it felt almost caustic, but he could feel it soaking into his dried skin. Slowly sipping at the water for the next while, he contemplated his situation.
'The cinema is without a doubt almost completely destroyed now. It was in pretty sorry shape to begin with. Man, how will I make it out of this one? I can barely move... At least the weather's nice.'
He could slowly feel the strength returning to his atrophied limbs. Recovery would take some time, but he felt confident that he was safe from zombies for now.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 4, 2009 21:15:23 GMT -5
Leon, standing a couple of feet away under heavy shadows, says "Oh, tell me that's whiskey."
He looks around quickly, then finally begins to move, quietly pulling a first aid kit out of his pack. "I'll trade you for some medical attention. Let's see your wounds. And hear your name. I'm Leon."
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Post by albub on May 5, 2009 20:23:04 GMT -5
Alex started inwardly at the stranger's voice. His dehydrated body too far gone to actually move reflexively. His lips split as he croaked back to the man.
"It's just water, very old water. There should be scotch in there though. It may have been broken when I got shot. You're welcome to all of it, I don't think I'll be doing anything to dehydrate myself for a long time. All I ask in return is a saline IV, though if you'd be so kind as to provide medical aid as well I'd be grateful."
When he mentions the scotch he motions weakly at his backpack. He then brings the dusty canteen back to his lips and sips at its slimy contents.
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Post by BGTB2005 on May 5, 2009 21:46:05 GMT -5
Darting from ruin to ruin, shadow to shadow, his slightly bloodstained black BDUs mostly blending with the darkness, Sebastian Kawamura moved quickly and quietly, approaching the cinema, or what was left of it. Checking to make sure nobody was stalking him, he sprinted to the alley next to the cinema, sliding to a stop at the crumbling building's fire escape.
Letting his HK416 hang from its strap and grabbing the ladder, he starts climing, the long neglected fire escape groaning under his weight as he went up the metal stairs. Pulling the access door open, he winced as the rusty hinges screeched slightly. That should've been done quieter, he thought to himself.
He brought his night vision goggles down and flicked them on as he entered, the dark ruins inside glowing green through the NVGs. Seeing a section of the hallway littered with parts of the collapsed roof, he caclulates the most efficient way to reach the level above.
Breaking into a sprint, he runs up and along a wall, launching off it and through the hole in the roof, pirouetting and flipping mid-air and landing on the roof. Turning off his NVGs and putting them up, he walked to Leon and Alex, avoiding the holes in the roof. "What the hell happened to you?"
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Post by albub on May 6, 2009 15:47:32 GMT -5
"I dunno, some psycho smoked the place, hosed down myself and an army guy. I think he clipped the army guy in the head, I was fortunate enough to take a few in the back. My guess is that I went into a coma because of the wounds. I don't know how long I was out for, probably a couple of weeks max. do you have any idea what time of year it is?"
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Post by BGTB2005 on May 6, 2009 21:14:49 GMT -5
"Uhh...early May, 2009...why?" Crouching, Kawamura removed a small flashlight from his vest, shining it on Alex. Seeing him, he almost drops the flashlight. "You look severely dehydrated. How long did you say you were here, and how are you still alive?" Kawamura grabbed one of his full canteens and offered it to Alex.
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Post by albub on May 8, 2009 7:06:12 GMT -5
"Holy christ... I went down sometime in october. I'm guesing the coma is what kept me alive. Thanks for the water."
Alex accepts the canteen and smiles faintly as the clean water washes the scum from the inside of his mouth.
"What brings you guys to these parts?"
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Post by BGTB2005 on May 8, 2009 23:26:40 GMT -5
Kawamura crouches, looking over his shoulders. "Some U.S. Army guys are in the area, clearing the mall...I'm checking the surrounding area for signs of life..." He sighs and slips his hand under his jacket, squeezing something on a thin gold chain around his neck, hidden by the jacket and vest. He closed his eyes for what felt like hours to him, but was actually only a few seconds.
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Post by albub on May 12, 2009 10:23:07 GMT -5
"I doubt I'll be mobile for a while... This is gonna be one hell of a recovery. Is there a rendezvous somewhere nearby that I could make it to eventually if you move on and leave me to recover on my own?"
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Post by Vito The Don on May 12, 2009 17:11:08 GMT -5
A car does two flips and slides into a building five blocks down from the cinema. A figure dressed in a suit wearing dark sun glasses stumbles out, clutching a briefcase to his chest. He limps his way to the cinema and nods in acknowledgement to the two standing there. He pulls a phone out of his pocket and dials. "Q, Q were in gods name are you? Haven't left? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN'T LEFT? You said you'd be here!... Tied up? I just fought a war with the Gambiones and managed to get here, don't give me that! Just get here soon, I don't want this package on me for longer than I have to." He throws the cellphone in disgust for other's incompetence. Suddenly he remembers others are around and looks at them apoligictically, "I'm sorry about that. Names Vito, I run certain 'interests' in Malton."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 12, 2009 18:37:17 GMT -5
A man leaves a nearby bar and proceeds walking towards Beacham. He has been walking for about 15 minutes when he spots Vito.
"Hey, aren't you that guy I saved from all those zombie crocs down in the sewer? I hope you remember me. Oh wait..."
The man takes off his hockey mask.
"OK. Now you should be able to remember me. And in case you forgotten, the name is Jayson Exccks."
There's something rather suspicious about Jayson Exccks. But maybe, just maybe, it's just nothing to be too worried about.
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Post by BGTB2005 on May 12, 2009 20:13:52 GMT -5
Kawamura crouched closer to Alex, ignoring the others on the roof. "I'm not leaving anyone to die if I can prevent it..." He sits back, something on his right forearm making a soft clionking noise. "I've seen too many people die when I could've helped them..." Sighing, his left hand drifts to his right forearm.
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Post by albub on May 13, 2009 14:23:32 GMT -5
Alex laughs, it's a horrible sound.
"Yeah I've seen my share of deaths unfortunately... Many of them in this very building. Alright... I'll do my best to overcome my current condition. As for the new guys; Watch out... This cinema seems to be where Malton's lost and forgotten go to die. I don't know how many zombies are in the area, but that car crash will probably draw them all right to this spot."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 13, 2009 15:11:26 GMT -5
Leon glances up from the bandages he's been applying to Alex's back, taking a sip of scotch. "'09? I thought was 2012 by now. Anybody got a newspaper? What? Don't look at me like that, I haven't given medical attention without being hammered in so long that, were I sober, I probably wouldn't be able to identify the tools because they wouldn't wobble right!"
He hands a bag of clear fluid to Kawamura and gives him the hold-that-up gesture, then politely stabs Alex in the arm and the saline flows. "You wanna little mor-phun to go with that?"
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