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 Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 6:30 pm
[[As previously hinted. Jin and I have some sort of a plan, so please don't post in here just yet. I'll let you guys know.
As this is The White Room, any and all characters can be used. Enjoy!]]
Nate
Nathaniel had found himself absolutely pissed to the gills. He had made his rounds with the nearby bar, befriending some of the local workers and the like in town that stopped by when he did. Tonight was different. One of the blokes had …he couldn’t remember. A baby? A raise? It didn’t matter. There was booze flowing like mad, and long story short the man was tanked. Yet he was able to make it back to base in one piece (not the first time either), one more pack in hand, and wandered in through the front, totally out of his wits. It was quiet and rocking like a boat, at least to him it was. He had take a few stumbles and leaned against the wall for a moment. Something was off… ”Naaaaaaah.” He slurred to himself, getting set right again. He meandered more further down, finding himself in the basement. Once again, he got another sinking feeling. It occurred to him the base had a lot more red in it that he last looked…
“Nate-o, ya b*****d, quit bein’ a bloody wuss. Getting’ yerself knock-need over nothin’…” Right then and there, her leaned on a door and opened in on itself. Falling to the floor, but amazingly able to have saved the six-pack from shattering, he looked up to see two mysterious figures. In the Basement. In the middle of the night. “Wat th’ bloody ‘ell is this?” He barked, as if he was the one being intruded upon.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:03 am
Raymond
The sounds of electrical currents and computerized beeping filled the stale air of the basement the confused man found himself in. Down the long creeping red barn-like hall sat a colorful array of lights constantly shifting.
Completely awkward looking out of his engineer uniform and hardhat, stood Raymond wearing a lab coat manning many switches and levers next to a covered table. His goggles with a much more red tinted lens and appeared to reveal his pupils as they darted from controls to table. A nasty and somewhat stupid looking smirk crawled over Ray's lips.
"After all the time I spent at home in Reno or here at RED Base I always felt so...unconnected to my peers and co-workers...But not anymore...Not with this, my creation..." He said picking up a strange looking manual...at closer inspection one may find it to be a strange, retro comic book about super science.
"...A re-animated minion whom I can use for..." He pulled the massive sheet off, although the shadows made it hard to pick up the full detail of his 'minion'
"As a wingman for picking up girls! MMMHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-"
Just then the man stumbled through his 'lab', Raymond shifted turned his head which was still in pain from the Stanza incident.
"AHHHHHHHH! WH-WHO ARE YOU?!" Hench demanded rolling up the comicbook and swinging it in the man's direction.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 12:17 pm
Nate
The Melbourner fought gravity and returned to a standing position, swinging the six-pack dangerously in defense. “That’s what I’d bloody like to know!” He shouted back, “I go home to find a nice little quiet spot to sleep this away and find myself in a room with …with… this!” Suddenly, he paused and seriously considered his situation. “Coming across strange men in the middle of night…” Nate’s mind must’ve started to sober up if it had come to come to the realization that he did. “Oh no, oh no.” He grabbed the doorway for support. “Piss and damnation, this really is RED base? Either that, or I’m in Hell.” Yes, in Nate’s mostly inebriated mind strange men in weird, abandoned rooms in the middle of the night somehow made him think of RED. Or maybe it was finally noticing the building scheme.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 10:55 pm
Raymond
He backed up from the intruder's similar flailing tactic of self defense.
"Home? This is My home!" Raymond snapped and listened on, trying to grasp for something more blunt and potent for a weapon compared to his comic book in his hand.
"Ey! Don't call us strange you're the one sneaking around with...is that Beer?" He questioned with a part of his single brow rising when he noticed the six pack.
He watched on with caution as the stranger went on with his stating the fact it was indeed, RED base.
"That's what I was saying, silly. This is my home! Now get lost! Shoo, Shoo!" Raymond said marching over to push him towards the door trying to cover any signs of the second being in the room.
[???]
When Ray said the word 'Beer', his creation shifted in the dim lit corner in the room, the sheet that was covering him now just hanging off it's broad shoulder. It's mouth gapped open very slowly, sounding almost like rusty hinges of an old fence when the jaw moved. It's eyes were a very off yellow in the light before them, two polished bolts glinted in the light as a small thud was made after it took one small step forward.
A low, very inhuman noise escaped it's throat, like a tortured soul it scratch the basement's air.
"Grrrrraaaaaghhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrr" It growled towards the arguing men.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:11 pm
[[Around the same time Nate was breaking in]]
“Mnnngh.” Kar rolled on her side and found herself using for a pillow the chest of her bedmate, trying for the sixth time this night to get some sleep, while he was dead to the world, and would probably remain so until dawn. She hated him sometimes for his ability to sleep practically anywhere. There she stayed, with nothing but the sound of breathing, at least for a few minutes. Then a loud slam and some scraping jolted her up from the bed. And soon, donned in Rhys’ shirt (the first thing she managed to grab), machete in one hand she was up and going. She scowled, narrowing her eyes. All team members were accounted for before had turned in. It could mean only one of two things. An enemy Spy or…
No. It couldn’t. There was no way they were getting in, as long as she lived and breathed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:13 pm
Rhys has awoken with a grunt, after being shoved in the chest when his partner sprung into action. He himself jolted up and blinked blearily as the moonlight came in, rubbing the spot on his sternum, surprised confused and tad cranky. He had gotten somewhat used to her being up at odd hours, but never armed and looking too much like a predator on the hunt. “C’mon hon, it’s…it’s…” He trailed off groggily. Bloody hell, he had no clue what exact time it was, but certainly not a time he wanted to be up at. “Come back to bed.” He patted the vacant spot that she had lain not long before.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:14 pm
She turned to him, looking all business. “Nuh-uh. No way, not while that b*****d crawls around in my base.” Stalking over to where she had tossed her things. “That sucker’s gonna be skinned and its skull mounted when I’m through.” She muttered as she fought through her previously shed clothing for her bowie knife. She mentally tsked at herself for carelessly tossing it aside. Getting soft, you…that thing could’ve been in here eating your face, and your dumb a** left your weapons out of reach.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:15 pm
The Sniper had seen the look in her eye far too many times to count. Rhys let out an audible groan of annoyed disbelief. He knew all too well what she was on about. “That Truckie Ray’s right, it’s always chupacabras with you.” He slid his feet to the floor. He was up, no use sitting around. Besides, it was likely he’d drag her away from causing potential mayhem to the base no thanks to this little obsession with hunting crypids. “That, or sasquatch. Besides, if I may point out, if either were real, why would they be in the middle of Badlands? One’s mostly spotted more southwards, and the other far north!” He constantly reminded her of that fact, yet she blatantly ignored it. Reaching for his trousers, he asked, “Did the possibility of Spies, perhaps, ever cross your mind?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:16 pm
“Tch. Of course it did. I’m no di’kut, and you know it.” She chewed her lip thoughtfully as she strapped the thigh sheath on her leg. “But why would any of them break the ceasefire rule?” This was going to be a long night, she could tell. She didn’t even give him time to form a comeback before she was out of the room. She didn’t care about propriety; besides, most of the team already assumed or knew. Not that it mattered, there was something in the base, and she was set on making it bleed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:19 pm
“When have Spies ever listened or followed the rules?” He called to her in a harsh half-whisper half-hiss, fighting the button on his pants, while trying to catch up with Kar without otherwise disturbing the rest of the team. She may not care, but he did. He stopped, going completely still. His hunter’s instincts were kicking in after all these years. Unlike his partner, he was unarmed, believing this issue would not need it. However, started to think otherwise. “Whatever it is,” he began, looking down at her with a look that read ‘before you get cocky, young lady’. “…It’s heading towards the Basement. And what is in the basement? The Intel. See? Spies.” Before there was enough time for his partner to respond, the sound of screaming came from below. She was off like a bolt towards the basement.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:26 pm
She slid down the banister, skidded down hallways tracking the source of the commotion, her shadow not far behind, doing his best to keep up. She had made in time to see the figure rear up. “Your a** is mine.” The woman came charging down towards it. It was only last moment she was able to stop, due to a rough, desperate yank by the shirt collar pulling her back like a scruff on a an errant puppy by a man looking twice as disheveled than usual donned in pants and an undershirt. She made what sounded like a choke and a yelp at the sudden tug, the light from the room illuminating her victim, and then some revealing all. “Nate? The ******** you doing here?" She pulled the machete away.
"I dunno! All I know is that my head is pounding and this wanker's squawkin' and swingin' isn't--"
Kar cut him off, the growl gaining her attention. "******** awesome! Zombie! I got this." She escaped her (now surprised and thoroughly confused) partner's hold, pushed past the inebriated BLU, and tromped straight for the thing. "I came here for a goatsucker and got myself a brain eater."
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:42 pm
[???]
When the newcomer ran in and darted towards it, it began to roar in distress, rising its arms to what she may assume was for to attack.
Raymond
"No! Don't you dare hurt him!" He commanded, the tone surprising him after he said it. He even gulped when he looked down at Kar now that she was all ready to start swinging.
Shaking his hands and head towards her he backed up into the larger form behind him.
"An-and he's not a zombie...AND DEFINITELY NOT A CHUPACARA!"
Ray rubbed the back of his neck after rising his goggles so his dull brown eyes could see her fully. He turned behind him to see the now cowering creature.
"...He's...a side project. How can I explain this all without seeming like a creep?" He thought to himself.
When Ray started talking and trying to defend him, the figure backed away, its attention shifted from the snipers and his creator to a lone beer can on the floor. His shaven brow rose underneath his forehead's stitching.
"Uuuurrrrrrrrggghhhhhrrrrrr...."
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 4:17 pm
Once it back down, she wasn't going to fight it. It was poor form fighting something that didn't fight. Noticing the bottle right after, and being far more agile, scooped it up, giving it a small toss before catching it, grinning that mischievous grin. The gears in her head churning.
"Oi! That's mine!" The man objected, looking a forlorn at the loss of the bottle.
"Not anymore. Heeeeey~!" She called to the...not chupa-whatever it was, "You want it? You want the beer?" She waggled it much like one would do with a stick when playing with a dog. "Huh? Huh? Oh yes you do~!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 4:31 pm
Rhys pinched the bridge of his nose as hard as he could. Had he been shorter, and greyer, he would’ve looked like a dead ringer for his father. He took a sharp breath and exhaled, trying his best not to lose his patience with the insanity. “Nathaniel’s being full-on pissed gives me explanation enough, but Ray, could you please explain what’s all this? From the beginning? How did you even-- you know what, I don’t want to know that. Something tells me my conscience is better off not knowing.” He grumbled to himself, “That thing’s definitely breaking some ethical and moral boundaries.” Rhys suddenly felt the need for a cigarette, only to remember they were on his nightstand. Looking at his partner waving the bottle, the Sniper sighed, once again gaining control. He then barked, “Kar! Kar!” Having been ignored, he did his best ‘annoyed patriarch’ tone, and called her by her full name. “Karlii Parja Alorade, quit teasing Ray's freak creation! He’s not a pet!” Oh Lord, was HR going to have a field day with this…
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 5:57 pm
The creation instantly became focused on the bottle she held in her hand, almost in a manner of hunger. His lips parted after a black tongue ran over his pale lips, nearly curving into a goofy grin.
Too distracted in his conversation with Rhys, Raymond had no clue his creation was being treated like a common house pet.
He just looked very sketchy and jumpy as this exchange of words went on.
"If you would just let me," he paused and looked down at his comic book all crumpled up in his fist.
"I could explain it to you better..."
Ray listened on and shook his head.
"Maybe it is better we all pretend this was a dream, eh?"
That's when he finally caught Rhys eyeing Kar playing with the 'monster'.
"He's indeed not a pet!" He snapped then turned back to Rhys, "And I think you mean Masterfully created creation! Not a Freak one!"
The reanimated corpse of a man clapped his hands in a very 'Sloth'* matter and tried to walk forward to collect the treat she held. It looked a lot like a infants first few days after finally getting it, trying to keep itself up even though the platform shoes were stable enough.
However both Ray and Rhys' barking made him frown and cover his face with his forearms in defense.
"Waahhhaaaaaarghhhhh!"
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