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Post by Sarpek on Jan 19, 2009 14:24:01 GMT -5
"You go. I left my ultra-light on the roof. Fly it like a hang-glider. I'll stay here." Sarpek puts on the suit, and begins to deal with the problems that are cropping up due to the battle outside.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 19, 2009 14:30:55 GMT -5
The DJ hoists Noah over his shoulder and jumps on the skateboard.
"God damn it, Noah. How much do you weigh? You're throwing off my balance here!"
The DJ tries to make a right turn towards a window, but with Noah's weight the DJ flies off the skateboard. The skateboard flies and hits the machine Sarpek has built. Suddenly, the machine starts exploding, piece by piece.
"Shit!"
The DJ grabs Noah and jumps out the window, a burst of flames coming out right behind him.
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 19, 2009 14:44:28 GMT -5
There is a loud whine, of the pumps laboring at air, which suddenly stops. Sarpek looks back at the reactor. "Oh Sh-" He is drowned out as it detonates, blasting him most of the way through the wall. There is a bang, and a slug of molten lead falls on top of the reactor core. Sarpek stands up, and shambles over to Axe. "Mrh?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 19, 2009 16:00:00 GMT -5
Axe looks at the zombie Sarpek.
"Say, don't I know you? Wait...Aren't you a friend of that pesky DJ? You are, aren't you?"
Axe knocks zombie Sarpek out.
"This'll teach the DJ to mess with me in the future..."
Axe straps a belt of C4 onto Sarpek. He locks the belt on tight with a heavy duty lock and some chains, and puts a large trench coat over zombie Sarpek. As zombie Sarpek opens his eyes, Axe says, "Don't bother tearing at that belt. It's rig to detonate if tampered with. But either way, with one press of the remote detonator, you'll still be blown to bits."
Axe sees the DJ running by.
"Now if you excuse me, I have business to attend to."
Axe revs his bike and leaves the scene. The DJ runs up to Sarpek, not having noticed Axe.
"Damn Sarpek, you really like playing dead, don't you?"
The DJ takes a revive syringe from his belt of revive syringes and sticks it in Sarpek. The DJ leaves the scene for a second, but returns wheeling a wheelbarrow with Noah sitting inside. The DJ lifts Sarpek and sets him next to Noah.
"I really wish I didn't have to wheel both of you back to the Elbow Room...Your combine weights makes it feel like I'm hauling a ton..."
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Post by Noah on Jan 19, 2009 16:17:24 GMT -5
Fire, Explosions, Darkness. Noah slipped in and out of consience, catching snippits of his enivonment before blacking out. His radiation suit stunk of old vomit and his face screen was smeared with blood and digested chunks of food. His hair was falling out, sticking to him in odd places and making him itch. He'd been in there for one minute and thirteen seconds. His immune system was going haywire and atacking internal systems. He was bleeding from every orifice of his body. Once again he slipped into the black.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 19, 2009 17:43:50 GMT -5
The DJ wheels by a hospital, then stops and wheels back to the hospital. He hoists Noah over his shoulder and enters the hospital.
"Is there a doctor in here? I've got a man in critical condition! Cause is radiation poisoning!"
A few of the doctors and nurses in the lobby respond, wheeling a stretcher over.
A docotor tells a nurse, "Get this man into ER, nurse! It doesn't look like we have much time!" The doctor turns to the DJ.
"Sorry son, you'll have to stay behind."
The DJ nods, and returns to the lobby. The hospital doors open, and Sarpek, without the trench coat, comes shambling in. He is still strapped to the C4 that Axe had strapped on earlier.
"Damn it, Sarpek, what are you doing? Turning to terrorism?"
The DJ, obviously, had no clue Axe Hack was behind the C4.
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 19, 2009 18:58:55 GMT -5
"Ah Hag!" Sarpek picks up an axe, and flails it around, before examining the large bomb. He pulls the red wire, and than removes the batteries. He grins at the DJ. "Bahm Sgab."
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Post by Noah on Jan 20, 2009 21:23:49 GMT -5
Noah awoke with a white light blaring in his eyes. Cold lactated ringers pumped through his veins along with pain-killers and new blood. His wrist hurt from the large needle that was inserted that was peirced straight into the vein.
He didn't know any of this. All he knew was that he was in a strange place and in pain. His survival instincts instantly kicked in. His hand slid down to his pistol on his hip. The only problem was it wasn't there, nor was the bowie knife on the opposite hip. The most ditrubing part was that his neck knife was missing. He hadn't removed that since the beginning of the outbreak, no matter what had happened, he'd kept that through it all.
His hand also didn't feel the familiar jeans as it fell on his hip. Nor was there the tug of the coat arms as he moved or the comforting pressure his baseball cap applied to the temples when the brim was curved just right, which it always was. Something was greiviously wrong.
His eyes darted around the room. Two people were in the room. One who looked like a doctor and a second who had the appearance of a nurse. They could simply have been a nurse and doctor but Noah's mind wasn't functioning on the usual cognitive level. Devoid of weapons and in a simple paper frock, he felt exposed and helpless. His mind had slipped into fight-or-flight and he almost always chose flight.
Noah sat upright in the bed. The nurse turned around, surprised to see him moving.
"Oh, Mr. Kling! Lay back down. You really shouldn't be moving in your condition."
She made a motion towards him to ease him back down but the unexpected impact of Noah's fist into her face knocked her back into the wall, knocking over a set of shelves which clattered to the floor. The doctor made a motion towards him but Noah was already out of bed. He tackled the doctor in the stomach, sending them both crashing through the door and into the hallway. After knocking the doctor out with a blow to the temple, Noah took the doctors coat and began running down the hallway, barefeet slapping against the cold linoleum and the coat held tight around him.
He heard footsteps racing after him, heavy boots. Noah spun around to see two orderlies making their way towards him. They didn't look like they were sent to be friendly, especially not with the nurse behind them, gushing blood from a broken nose. Noah turned and ran, heading for the window. A few steps away from the large glass window, Noah lept and curled into a fetal position. He crashed through the window and burst into the cold winter air in a shower of glass, three stories above the Malton streets.
He slammed onto the fire escape of the building opposite, something in his left arm broke. He began to climb upwards. The orderlies had stopped at the broken out window and were yelling into their radios. Beneath him, Noah saw people streaming out of the yellow-lighted doors into the night. Once Noah had reached the rooftop, he looked upwards. He judged by the stars which way was north and began eastwards, perpendicular to the hospital.
Once he was a good mile plus away he stopped and began to think. He was lost, without supplies, in the night with only a thin doctors coat and no shoes. His feet were bloody and he had numerous scratches all over his body from glass and falling. His head was freezing since he'd lost his hair from the radiation and he felt very weak and sleepy. His arm was in pain and the pain-killers were starting to wear off. All in all, he was screwed.
"Good job, Noah," he whispered to himself, alone on the dark rooftop, "Your in one hell of a shithole, again."
He fell asleep shivering, praying he wouldn't succumb to hypothermia.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 23, 2009 16:15:31 GMT -5
Just as Noah made his escape, the hospital's lobby exploded. Apparently, Sarpek's disarment of the bomb strapped to him triggered the tampering system Axe Hack had left. The DJ could be seen blown out the lobby's windows and thrown into a set of garbage cans. A few doctors and nurses have also been thrown out the windows by the massive explosion. Sarpek was blown into the hallway leading down to the ER. The DJ lifts his head.
"Holy...Shit..."
The DJ passes out.
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Post by Noah on Mar 1, 2009 20:20:57 GMT -5
[OOC; I'm just going to set this up for future RP since none of us formers have said anything in a month]
Noah opened his eyes in the shivering night. Around him stood half a dozen or so black shapes roughly human in shape.
"Help," he said before slipping back into a coma.
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The support timbers of the hospital creaked and groaned. The explosion had knocked out the support beams and the building had become extremely unstable. The upper floors were crashing into the lower ones. The staff of the hospital were dashing pall mall into the streets, hoping to escape the collapsing building.
Sarpek's body had become a gelatanous mess, splattered across the hopsital lobby's floor. The DJ lay unconcious on the floor, ignored by the frantic survivors. As the building swayed and groaned a support beam became unlodged from the fourth floor and plummeted down through floor after floor. It scewered the unconcious DJ through the left lung. He didn't feel a thing.
After three minutes the entire building finally collapsed into a heap. The survivors gathered around the rubble to search for survivors. Someone pointed as someone rose from the dust. It was the DJ, but his eyes were lifeless and the steel beam still stuck from his chest. He made his way towards the survivors, hoping for a little snack.
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Post by Sarpek on Mar 10, 2009 16:25:11 GMT -5
Meanwhile, deep under the building, there was a burble as Sarpek drained down into a drain, dropping into the sewers. Gradually, over a matter of days, he flowed down through the sewers, finally collecting in a puddle under The Elbow Room, under stacks of supply crates. A passing croc knocked over one of the crates, breaking several revive syringes, spilling the blue liquid into the puddle. The puddle twitched as it was reconstituted into Sarpek, who shook his head at suddenly finding himself under the bar. He climbs back up the ladder, and finds himself in the familiar bar. A clock on a church strikes midnight. Sarpek uncaps a bottle of rum, and leans back with his feet on the bar. "Twelve O'clock, and All's well."
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Post by Noah on Mar 10, 2009 16:45:32 GMT -5
[OOC, a week after I post that and everyone comes back, this is shit. Should I just delete the previous post and we get back to where we were before?]
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Post by Sarpek on Mar 10, 2009 21:34:15 GMT -5
((Naah. That neatly wraps up the plot arc. We revive the DJ, and it's back to normal. An extreme amount of revive syringes can cure any injury. Even headlessnes. How else do headshot zombies stand up and get revived?))))
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Post by Noah on Mar 11, 2009 19:07:30 GMT -5
A few hours later, there was a thump on the roof. A young man dressed in a black hoodie, black jeans, a black baseball cap, and a black scarf wrapped around his face walked down the stairs.
On the right shoulder of his hoodie was a patch with a black and gold star within a dark grey circle. A light gray fist was superimposed over the star. A pistol was tucked into the back of his belt within easy grip. As he walked into the room he tossed a backpack onto on of the booth tables and walked over to the bar. He vaulted over the bar and reached into the fridge behind it pulling out two bottles of beer. He tossed one to Sarpek and pulled the top off of his own.
When the young man pulled off his mask revealing himself to be Noah. He walked over to Sarpek.
"Hey man, how's it going? Good to see you back in one piece."
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Post by Sarpek on Mar 11, 2009 19:50:17 GMT -5
"Same to you. Isn't actually a half bad way to go. Although, It's not the best either. Dying 20 or so times makes you rather appreciate life." Sarpek opens the beer with his teeth, and spits the cap. "That power situation didn't work. So I suppose it's up to me to just make some non-crazy device. There are some gas lines in the kitchen we can use to power a small generator, and maybe even make some flamethrowers."
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