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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 9:14 pm
The East side of Buffalo City.
There was no East thread. I like East. It's a nice direction.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:37 pm
Slate carried his bleeding partner, who had gotten almost the same amount of bullets as some of the other zombies back in the police department. Slate looked around at the small individual groups of zombies, each ignoring them as if they were their own. And they were in a sense but he didn't need Onyx being more like them. Slate went into an old, or at least it looked old by how beaten up it was, and placed his partner on a pile of tattered t-shirts. Slate looked his barely conscious partner over, he had two wounds in his chest, one in his left leg, two in his right, and a bullet in the arm. Slate looked around helplessly, not knowing what to do.
---Elsewhere---
He looked over as a sensor beeped and went over to the desk, adjusting his glasses. "My, my... seems we have had a little encounter, haven't we?" He mumbled in a heavy German accent. He activated the camera in Slate's little red dot of an eye. The camera was very useful, he wouldn't have added it if it wasn't, but he could only use it for so long, for some reason it gave his two creatures headaches if used for long periods of time. He made a mental note to work on that, which he should be able to now with all the supplies here. He let out a suddle curse and looked around. "Where is it?" He mumbled before giving a slight "ah-ha" as he picked up the mic on the table and quickly plugged the usb port into the side of the computer. He adjusted the mic and pressed a key on the key board before speaking. "Slate, you're going to need to fix him up. Find alcohol, tweezers, and straps of cloth." He said, "Zen remove each bullet, clean the wound, and wrap them up." He finished before turning off the mic.
---Not elsewhere---
Slate listened to the thoughts that invaded his mind with a slight confusion but couldn't help but listen to it. He stood up and walked out of the store, looking for any of this "alcohol" or "tweezers" but that's how it usually worked. He didn't really know what have of the things in the world were but he just knew for some reason. He didn't bother to question it as he went on his search for the needed supplies.
((Just pretend the doctor has a German accent. I refuse to butcher the language further by trying to type it out phonetically.
Also, yay half robot half zombie things.
Excuse my poor medical knowledge.))
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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:08 pm
Slate went over to a nearby bar, the street was filled with small stores and bars, and went in. He jumped over the counter, ignoring the zombies romping around like the drunks they may have bin in their previous life and looked around. Slate looked at all the bottles, some empty and broken, others just didn't look medical worthy. Whatever qualified as medical worthy. There was a slight buzzing in his head and he felt like he was being watched, which was confirmed after the commentary in his head went off again. "The bottle filled with the clear liquid, there. The vodka, get that. It is not the best, but it will do." Slate nodded and grabbed the glass bottle, jumping back over the counter. Now he needed to find tweezers.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 3:47 am
((Could you come up with a profile for the good Dr. Please))
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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:06 am
((I was going to wait till I drew a picture of him and further more worked out most of his character/background/ect. May I ask why for the rush though?))
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 1:09 pm
((I'm just interested in the character))
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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 9:07 pm
((The doctor's profile is up. I came up with most off the top of my head so some parts might be off.))
Slate crossed the street to a thrift store to look for tweezers, the voice of his master in his head added that he may need a needle and thread for some wounds if they were larger. Slate stepped in through the metal frame of the door, the glass that use to be in it broken and shattered on the floor in the store and on the sidewalk. Shelves were toppled over and emptied and few corpses were on the floor. Luckily the store wasn't very popular when the city was alive. Few zombies were in the unaligned isles. Slate looked for the items, soon finding the tweezers in the isle where most of the beauty products, or what was left of them, they were slim and had a long handle, which was apparently good. Then he went over to the fabrics section, finding a needle kit and some thread. "The thread will have to hold the wounds close until I can deal with them later. Get back to Mk.2 and I'll walk you through this...meatball surgery." His master said in his head. Slate nodded and turned to leave the store.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:26 pm
((
TekTek editing is a pain sometimes...))
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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 1:40 pm
((Since I don't feel like trying to make an apartment complex at this point of time I will just post here with my new RPC.))
Zeik sat there, silent as a hawk in his room, the door was blocked away, even though he had not heard moans down the hall for the past two days. He was lucky the last time he got away, He used up all of his G22 clips and had to revert to his revolver, almost getting eaten alive as he got into the hotel and up the stairs to the small safe zone he had set up. He restocked his food supply only, not worrying much about his .22 ammo. The shotgun was a no-go because there was no ammo left after the third day, 'No more zombie repellant' was all he said before putting it back into the closet.
He was currently watching up the streets through his half opened window, keeping his eyes opened for any survivors. He had already met up with a few, but they soon after perished, leaving him to his own private hell hole. He heard the gunfire from earlier, many other small engagements that had happened over the past few days as well. Things were relatively quiet at that moment though, and relatively few zombies on the streets. It was perfect for him to go and do some food scavenging, but he was currently stocked for the next few days, and hopefully by then he would see another living being.
((Side note: This is the third floor of the complex..))
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:00 pm
(( :U Don't think this is the best place to put a new RPC if you want him to live long, but alright. Suit yourself.
Also I'm going to give the phonetically spelled German accent because I have a semi good reference for him and he just doesn't seem to be the whole character I planed him to be without the accent.))
Slate walked out of the store, supplies in hand, heading over to the clothing store across the street where he had left Onyx. He broke into a run when he saw how much blood his partner was losing and set the supplies next to him, placing his hands on his companion who was writhing in pain and letting out pained groans. Slate made a soft cooing noise before the voice kicked in. "Ach, he haz lost qvuite a lot of blood already. Quickly, sterilize ze tweezas in ze alcohol." He said, Slate doing so. He opened the bottle and dipped the tweezers into it before taking it out. "Good, now you need to remove each bullet from him. Zis will be quite painful for him, I zuggest holding him down a bit." Slate nodded, more to himself before rolling his partner onto his side so he could reach the one in his back. He placed one hand on Onyx's shoulder tightly while the one with the tweezers reached for the first wound...
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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 3:24 pm
((He will be fine, as long as they can't see him. He only has .22 LR caliber weapons besides a knife. That would be quite the interesting battle if you think about it.))
Zeik saw the 'thing' move down the street once more, It was aqward looking, but he didn't want to go and meet it personally. He had had enough excitement already, and didn't need some mutant or monster things after him as well. He pulled his G22 from behind him and aimed down towards the store that the 'thing' went into, Wanting to see what was going on. He had it set onto safety, even if he was good with a gun, if he was frightened no telling what he could do. He could see into the building a little bit, but otherwise he was blind to what was going on.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:06 pm
After about twenty minutes the pained groans and screams from Onyx had finally ceased. Slate wrapped up the last wound, tying the torn shirt fabric off. Onyx let out broken and ragged breaths, finally relaxing from the pain. Slate moved the bloodied materials aside and ripped a lone sweater that was hanging on the bloodied coat rack and placed it over Onyx's torso. "Zat should be good for now. Now keep him safe. I'll check up on you two tomorrow." the voice said before a click was heard and the slight headache Slate had bin developing eased away. Slate sat next to his partner and slowly broght his partner's head and neck to rest on his lap as the other drifted into sleep. Slate would keep look out until Onyx was better again.
-Elsewhere-
Dr. Dietrich let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair as the camera on the computer screen clicked off. "Lets just hope he doze not share ze same fate as Mk. 0..." He mumbled before reaching into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet and opened it. There were a few pictures most of them were his creations which he had grown attached to. There was a picture with Slate and Onyx as babies sitting on a desk, if you could call them babies that was. Another was with the two as infants but Walter himself was holding them, one in each arm, which meant that either somebody took the picture or it was on a timer, he can't remember insignificant people, weren't worth remembering anyways. Another picture was of a strange figure, similar to Slate and Onyx in build but the creature's skin was that of a dark red, there was no sniper scope design that made up his eye, just two crossing lines and a bright red dot, and his mouth, which bore a slight frown, was sewn shut. The creature was strapped to a table that was up vertically. "Ach, I miss him qvuite a bit..." Dr. Dietrich mumbled before closing his wallet and stuffing it into his pocket. "Which reminds me, I should get started on my next little monster..." He said before getting up and walking into another room.
((What's that? There's more to this crazy little family? :U Oh noes! ))
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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 4:14 pm
Zeik gave a muffled sigh, he wanted to know what had happened to the people that he had heard running through town before, mabey they would run into each other some how, or possibly he would even be saved. In the end the only thing he could think of is weather or not they were dead.
" I really need to find something to do." He stood up and put the G22 strap over his shoulder and moved the gun behind him as he went back to the door. He looked at it for a good minute before turning and heading into the kitchen to get a can of ravioli.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 12:52 pm
Zeik was sitting on his bed when the explosion happened, the slight shaking of the earth telling him something big just hit. He got up and went to the window, looking outside both ways. He could see the slight bit of smoke rising above the buildings, it was something big alright, That was the direction of the Pump-N-Go gas station. "I guess someone didn't like the prices there" He smiled slightly before going back inside, he threw the back-pack over his shoulder and looked back, making sure that he wasn't leaving anything unimportant behind before moving the furniture away from the door and bringing the G22 to a front, holding it against his left shoulder while looking down the front sights.
He opened the door and moved down the hall, only paying attention to what was ahead of him. He headed down the stairs in a very fast manner before coming to a complete stop in the lobby, nothing was there, not a single zombie was in his way for once. He slowly moved towards the front doors before pushing one open slightly and aiming down the street, It was fairly empty as well, The zombies seemed to have headed towards the explosion, or something had already called them there. He smiled slightly before he began to move forward, getting into the center of the street for a little more safety.
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Cryptic Chameleon Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:31 pm
Slate looked up at the puff of smoke just beyond the buildings, hearing the explosion. He let out a faint growl before looking down at Onyx. He hadn't moved from where he was, something other than his programing telling him to keep his partner safe.
((Hey, due to the explosion should some of the areas around the gas station go down an infection factor level?))
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