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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 14, 2007 12:36:33 GMT -5
Ivan let out a heavy sigh as Lachryma dragged the worker away.
"I wonder, did my brother have as much trouble with this broad as I am?"
Ivan pushed the thought back in his mind, and headed back down to the main floor of the hospital. Rummaging through the supply closet, he found several first aid kits and a few Necrotech Syringes that had been stored over from the last trade with the Necrotech Office next door. He stashed the supplies in his pack, flung it over his shoulder, and headed for the door.
"Its not worth waiting to convince Lachryma, and Priz needs rest, so I'll have to head to that bar alone." Ivan said, stopping at the front desk. He turned to the secretary, slamming both hands down on the counter to catch her attention. "There is a man in this hospital, goes by the name 'Priz'. Give him this message. I've headed to the Elbow Room to look for survivors. Once he makes a full recovery, I'd appreciate if he'd come as well." The secretary scribbled out the message, and gave him a silent nod of recognition. With that, Ivan turned quickly to the door, and walked outside. The front gate and two guards still blocked his way to the main street, but doctors were allowed to pass freely. There was just one thing he needed from the officers.
"I need a weapon."
The two guards looked at each other with a confused gaze, and then focussed their eyes back on Ivan. "Are any of these weapons yours sir?"
Ivan glanced at the name tag of the guard, and then gave him a long angry stare. "Damn it Jim I'm a doctor not a soldier!"
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't just GIVE you someone else's weapons."
"Then I guess I'll have to go out there, in the height of the zombie apocalypse, unarmed. I wonder how this hospital will feel with one of its best running around zombified, with a pack full of medical supplies..." Ivan said, the sunlight reflecting off of his small glasses and hiding his angry eyes. "I'm sure they'll be just fine without you sir."
Ivan controlled his anger, and turned to the gate, walking into Malton's perilous streets unarmed. If he was going to get a weapon, he'd have to find it on the side of the road.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 14, 2007 12:59:31 GMT -5
Priz awakes with a start one of the corners of the cafeteria. After his encounter with the heavy end of a rifle, he'd felt incredibly tired all day. Waking up, he feels a little better, but the pain in his head still isn't subsiding. I wonder if they'll give me something for this.
He leaves the cafeteria, and approaches the front desk.
"Hi there," he says to the rough-looking cop seated behind it, "Can you tell me where I can pick up some asprin?"
"Certainly not in this hospital" the guard grunts. "With the recent wave of survivors, our medicine supply has been getting pretty low. I don't know what we're gonna do once we run out of antibiotics. Bugger off now and pester a doctor, I've got work to do." To Priz, it looks like the guard wouldn't really mind running out of supplies. It's pretty obvious he's not a fan of his post.
Priz nods, and starts to walk off.
"Excuse me!" a voice from behind him calls, "But are you Priz?"
Turning, Priz sees a fairly plain lady chasing after him.
"Yup, that would be me." He replies with a friendly smile. "What can I do for ya?"
"One of the medics asked me to deliver a message to you. He said he's going to some bar or something, and that you should meet him there when you feel better."
An odd look appears on Priz' face, and he thanks the secreatary and walks off. Damnit, he went alone! I thought he would have known better. What the hell am I gonna do if I get there and he's bleeding out on the floor or something? I bet he didn't even think to take a weapon of some kind. Knowing he can't make the trip on his own, and that his prescence in the bar would be pretty much pointless if Ivan managed to get himself hurt, Priz begins to search around for someone friendly to take with him. Walking past the cafeteria, he spots Lachryma's small clinic.
"Czarina," He says, approaching her and what looks to be her very unwilling patient, "Can I ask a favor? A friend of mine might have gotten himself into trouble, and I'm planning to go find him. I don't know much about medicine aside from how to use a needle and slap some bandages on, so I was hoping you might come with me. I'd owe you one!"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 15, 2007 0:49:31 GMT -5
Lachryma turns from treating her only patient.
"Go back to bar? Booooring. I is very busy here and...." she cocks her head to the side. "Friend? Ivan man went to bar, didn't he?"
She rolls her eyes.
"Yes, you owe me big time. Many kiwis, ticket out of Malton, bear jerky, and 10 gallons of scotch barely cover debt."
She packs up her medkit and with a last glare at her patient, she leaves the waiting room.
"You there! Guard! Give me back rifle, I have important things to do. I is back soon though."
She strolls back onto the streets of Malton.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 15, 2007 16:32:57 GMT -5
Priz gets his weapons, and follows her back out onto the streets.
I hope there's an undamaged warehouse full of kiwis around here someplace
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 25, 2007 7:40:34 GMT -5
Leon stands up slowly and looks around him, a little dizzy. His heart thuds in his ears and he hears a loud ringing, but he shakes his head and watches everyone for a moment. He walks down a hallway, then sits, watching again. He stands once more and leaves the hospital, his gown making his ass feel a bit drafty as he heads down the road. "Melody..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 22, 2008 13:51:00 GMT -5
The hospital has been ruined and burnt since the fire. A man is inside, ((Yes...That man is you, PFC.)) scouting the area. Then, from out of nowhere, Paris Hilton begins playing. In a few minutes, the place is surrounded by zombies.
Back in the sewers, Axe tells Kevin, "With any luck, PFC might retreat to a more...safer location."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 22, 2008 14:45:45 GMT -5
(( Hmm?? i thought i was on a building but ok ill play dumb))
PFC is holding his arm. It's slowly starting to change to a darker color. His veins were dark green, and small cuts on his arm from the numerous firefights were bleeding thick, dark blood. He was slowly falling asleep. He heard shambling. He looked out of the window. A horde of zeds was brewing outside. "Dammit..." PFC's head started to become crowded. He had an idea. He sees some old clothes in the corner. He starts undressing.
Hundreds of zombies gather around the front entrance. The caved floor made for a good barricade, but it was no match for the horde. They smashed it down and began rushing in.
A few hours passed, and the paris hilton tracks slowly died out. The horde scattered. No one noticed the single zed that was slowly making his way to a revive point.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 23, 2008 8:23:48 GMT -5
((I don't think there's a roof anymore...Priz burned this down in the Elbow Room, I just gave a reason why it burned down...))
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Post by wolface on Oct 6, 2008 13:19:44 GMT -5
A man wearing a green beret was walking down the street. He wore the patch of a Ranger on his uniform shoulder, and a sniper rifle hung from a strap over his shoulder. He adjusted the M4A1 on his shoulder and peered around. He saw alot of movement nearby, and watched it carefully. He might be walking into danger.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Oct 21, 2008 14:25:28 GMT -5
From a distant, gunfire stops, 3 big white dragons appear, followed by smoke, followed by a giant man with broken chains.
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Post by wolface on Oct 21, 2008 19:50:47 GMT -5
OOC: WTF, Dragons? Are you fncking kidding?
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Oct 22, 2008 17:25:12 GMT -5
((Sorry. For whatever the hell happened, check out the past few posts in the Elbow Room...))
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Post by wolface on Oct 24, 2008 9:23:15 GMT -5
(OOC: Must you spam other RP's? Damn, I came here looking for something realistic like, and I wait a week and a half for a reply, then I see one, happy I got a reply, only to see someone made a dragon appear from another thread. This is ridiculous.)
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Oct 24, 2008 13:33:38 GMT -5
((I'm sorry. Usually when it comes to IC, I do tend to keep everything as one bg storyline. Besides...What are you doing in this thread? Catherine General Hospital was burned down due to Priz's (At least I think it was Priz...It might have been Tova...) post in the Elbow Room.))
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Post by wolface on Oct 24, 2008 15:40:28 GMT -5
(OOC: In the other forums I've posted in, like brainstock, UD forums, DF, and others, not one meshed it's RPs together. For the reason that no one knew what the hell was going on, or someone would go to a building that was just blown up several minutes ago and think it's still there... If y'all are meshing, stop. It ruins the experience. Catherine is NOT burned down, otherwise this thread would be locked. Keep the events of one RP out of another one that takes place away from the first. Otherwise, what's the point of having more than one RP? No one keeps track of every single event in every RP, and if meshing continues to be in effect, I fncking quit. I will not attempt to follow such confusion. That's all I have to say.
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