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henrytownshend4235 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 8:01 pm
(Lol Richard is one of the best hitmen of Dark Daggers. Wait till I post the story I'm writing about him, he's A LOT better in that story. I'm restricting his hitman techniques in this RP for the RP's sake)
Richard had his hands on the door to the cafeteria when there was a loud siren and the world went pitch black. "Great, and right when I was about to get some grub..... Never heard of a hospital that didn't keep up on its bills...." The world slowly lit up, but everything was bloody and rusty. "Well that's...... better? What the hell's going on?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 9:17 pm
~Zach could smell stagnant beer all around him. He rolled over only to fall onto a bunch of stools and then onto the floor. His head was splitting, could it have been the party last night? Had pete left him in the bar? No, he distinctly remembered being in bed watching TV, then everything just stopped. There was no light, no sound, nothingness. Zach opened his eyes, dreading where he could be.~
"Oh, s**t....Not Again." ~Zach groaned looking at the neon sign on the wall reading; Heaven's Night.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:57 am
Alan noticed something strange about this place. Everything was decaying and rusting. He could see grating in most places. This is too weird. he thought. Where could I be? Is this still the school? He left the bathroom and searched the school looking for a way out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:50 pm
~The loud siren sent Zach's heart into overdrive. He groaned as he ran and locked the door and headed to the back room, locked that door as well, and found a flashlight waiting for him on the desk. He flicked it on just as the darkness began. He watched the transformation, and began going through the drawers looking for anything he could use as a weapon.
Just as he was about to give up his search, a pipe shot out of the wall. He grasped it and pulled with all his might, and the pipe came free. He heard the sound of someone behind him. He turned. There stood a armless figure, watching him closely. He dodge as the creature spat acid at him. He whacked the monster across the head a couple times with all his strength. He felt the crack of the monsters skull, and it fell to the floor lifeless.~
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 6:27 pm
Alan was shaken badly. He never was in a place like this before. He wanted to get back to where he was and fast. He searched the abandoned halls, searching for any clues on how to return to the real world. he saw a group of monsters, but quickly killed them. He searched the rooms and grabbed several supplies. He stopped at the staircase. He opened the door and stepped inside. Where do I go?
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 5:46 pm
Hearing a voice gabi turned but no one was there. She shook her head as tears ran down her face. She had been running for a while now down Toluca Ave when she heard a Siren go off "What the hell is that?!?!" She asked herself screaming, was there anyone around? She headed for the Siren.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:25 pm
Alan went downstairs. He was slightly shaking. He entered the hall and looked at the reception area. He noticed a clipboard with a small note with his name on it. "Huh?" He took the paper and read it. "'To get back to your world, you must kill the beast. But you cant do it alone. Look for the shotgun in the bathroom." The bathroom? What would a shotgun be doing there? Alan pocketed the note and searched the first floor for the bathroom, killing monsters along the way
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:48 pm
((I forgive you if you don't read this.))
There was nothing but blackness and a peculiar ringing in her head. The insistent throbbing of her head, like footsteps in a dark hallway was slowly waking her up. She felt a chill, a chill that came from inside and made her shiver, and then her eyes opened. It was hazy, empty, the pain in her head was almost unbearable, so unbearable that she felt that if dying would make it stop then she would. Had someone hit her? Walking alone in that parking garage so late at night was probably a bad idea. She found she couldn’t lift her arms to inspect her throbbing head. Perhaps she was gagged and bound, but quickly dismissed the idea, because for one, she didn’t feel any ropes, and two, she was still in the parking garage. She could feel the cold cement against her back. Of course she was still in the parking garage. Ingrid blinked her eyes slowly, eyes focusing on an invisible point above her and exhaling a ragged breath.
There was a stench in the air, a stench she knew to be death, gag-inducing and strong.
Slowly Ingrid tried moving her arms again, it was odd, they wouldn’t respond before, but now they came up and she held her hands in front of her face. She couldn’t see them. Confusedly, she touched her face and pulled. A silken lacy cloth slid off her face. She blinked rapidly and stared at the cloth in her hand, wondering why she didn’t notice it before. It was covered in a dark red blood, almost black, and so were her hands. The blood was dripping off of her sleeves. Why so much blood? She dropped the handkerchief on the ground and ran her hands over her chest and stomach, expecting to find a gaping hole, the thought of a magnum firing suddenly appearing in her mind.
"Adder?" she wondered. Ingrid sat up and inspected her face. All was accounted for. Though she was fine, her quaint emerald green jacket was practically dripping in blood. From the neck down, as if someone had dropped a bucket of blood on her. This disturbed her.
It was then she noticed that there was no ceiling. She knew that the Winchester Parking Garage indeed had a ceiling; after all it was five stories high and she had been on the fourth floor... her memory was fuzzy. She looked around her, and didn’t find a suitcase. So, someone attacked her and stole the suitcase? It must have been one of The Jaspers. Nobody else had known she was there.
Ingrid stood shakily, disappointed in her high-heeled shoes. Why did today have to be the day she was in trouble and in heels? Looking around, it appeared to her that she was in a motel parking lot. How...odd. She pulled off her sticky jacket and before throwing it on the ground, pulled out a cell-phone and a slim fold up hunting knife. Ingrid was surprised they were still there. Sliding the knife in her back pocket she inspected her phone.
There was blood leaking out of the buttons, and there was a strange face on the screen. Her wallpaper had been a picture of a cute Russian Blue kitten. That was not a kitten. She shook the phone a little and then tried dialing a number. They were always casual and polite with each other, even when they were trying to kill each other. Ingrid called Florence Adder. It rang three times, and then someone answered. She didn’t get a hello. "Where am I, you weasel?" she asked calmly. She was answered with silence, and then the phone started to whistle. Beeps, whistles, static, there wasn’t any speech on the other end. She took the phone away from her ear and pressed the ‘end’ button. The noises continued. There was something wrong here. The blood got into it. Broken. She dropped the phone on the ground and stomped on it, unsure as to why she did. Well, she had wanted to update to a better one for a while now anyway.
Looking down at the crushed bits of phone, she felt as if she had missed something important. And then she picked up the handkerchief, perhaps it had been blue before? She folded it and put it in her front pocket. She thought it was a peculiar thing to do, but she did it anyway. Ingrid straightened herself and smoothed out her white t-shirt, which was almost a pink shirt by now, and picked at a few of the more obvious bloodstains. She looked around at the abandoned place, sighed, and started walking. There had to be someone around to interrogate.
Coming out onto the street, she found herself on Nathan Avenue. And there, in the middle of the street was a glinting metal object, looking both ways before crossing, she approached it and picked it up. It was a magnum revolver, blood-stained, redwood laminated grip.
Her heart thumped in her chest as she investigated it. One bullet was missing.
The inscription on the barrel stood out sharply against the blood; Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away. Ingrid stared at the gun for a moment longer.
There was something wrong here.
She looked up the street, alert, frightened, and then a terrible scream filled the air. Suddenly the lights turned off, or at least, that was what it seemed like. The siren, like a repetitive ominous war drum shook her mentally. She shivered and twitched at the blackness, and the creeping sounds, and the screaming. The light slowly reappeared, or maybe her eyes just adjusted to the new light. Everything was red, grotesque. It seemed like there wasn’t really any light at all. This wrong light. She clutched her throat and trembled, realizing that she had been the one screaming. Like a child frightened of the monster under the bed.
Judgment.
((Ingrid's character profile is located on the 8th post on the first Character Sheet page.))
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henrytownshend4235 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:17 pm
It was pitch black as Richard took out his Zippo. The flame shot out and there was a monster's face right next to his. "Oh... definitly didn't need to see that...." The monster swung at him, but he dodged it. Backing up, he stumbled into a cart that had alcohol on it for cleaning wounds. "This is gonna taste real nasty, but it's do or die...." He picked up the bottle and unscrewed the lid, and said, "Time to fry....." He took a big swig in his mouth and sprayed it over the flame from his zippo like a flamethrower. When the monster was dead, he bent down and cut it's arm off with the knife he found on the same table. He carried it around like a torch and said with a laugh, "I gotta hand it to ya, it was real nice of you to light the way for me...."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:11 am
Alan entered the first door he saw in the hall. It was the boys bathroom. He could hear a dripping noise. He walked to one of the stalls and almost threw up. He could see a decaying body hanging above the toilet. God, this is ******** disgusting! He thought. Who would do such a thing? He noticed a shotgun and some ammo. he grabbed them and left the bathroom, thankful to get away.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:26 pm
(OK if I bring in a new character?)
Percy awoke with a splitting headache. 'what the hell just happened?' a store.... Yes, he was in a store, he remembered now. He had hoped he could find something there, but had ended up slipping. He felt the swollen lump 'OW!!!!' on the back of his head. Groggily he got back to his feet... then wondered if he was still dreaming. This couldn't have been the store he had entered. It was rusted beyond all repair, and dripped with 'blood?!' dark red liquid. Outside was the same.... but that was impossible! Percy could not just stay here though.... he had to get out! Percy decided to take the three golf clubs with him 'better than nothing!' and slowly ventured into this new world. The atmosphere choked him. 'well, it's better than back home' he muttered to himself. He laughed humorlessly he turned around and double-checked the store he had come out of; 'Pet Centre'
(hope that was good smile )
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 7:20 pm
(i like it Alex!)
Alan walked down the hall. Where do i go from here? He thought. He entered a classroom and saw a Mumbler. He screamed as he fired the pistol at the creature. It let out a loud shriek as it toppled over dead. I'm getting scared. He noticed a desk in the center. He walked over to it and opened it up. He found a small brass key. He pocketed it and left the room. Another Mumbler met him. "Can't I get a break?" He killed the monster. He noticed stairs leading down and decided to follw them.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 12:39 am
He headed right across the street, but before long ended up running into a crowd of creatures, the likes of which he had never seen before. He knew what those monsters were, however; Closers and Pendulams and a wierd two-headed creature. He had not heard of this one, but the sight of it pointing its long arm at him was not a comforting sight. Percy stood shocked for a moment, but when the two-headed creature suddenly came at him, he turned tail and ran. He ran to the end of the road (dodging a few more monsters along the way) and dodged into a nearby church.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:42 am
Alan entered a basement. He noticed two doors. He opened one and found several supplies. He left that room and entered the other door. He saw two valves. He played with around a bit and the center pathway opened up. He walked down the corridor and stepped onto an elevator. He gasped as it descended.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:11 pm
Strange... The church wasn't anything like outside... in fact, it was almost peaceful. Almost. Percy still couldn't quite believe he had seen those things out there. Those creatures were what popped up in his drunken father's bedtime stories. (this is a nightmare!) Percy started to head to the altar, but stopped when he saw people in the pews. Finally, People. "Hey! Hello!" No answer. He went up to the nearest person and shook her, then gasped in shock. (she's dead) he looked slowly around the church. (they're all dead!) Percy screamed.
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