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 Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:12 am
September 28 1998 a disaster struck. A massive horde of zombie's caused by the monstrous T-Virus has infected the entire city. Those that haven't been turned into zombies have been turned into mutants. And the surviving population is dropping fast. Can you survive?
Setting: Raccoon City
(ROLEPLAY START)
Thomas slammed the door and ran up the stair's of the hotel building dodging any zombie that dare stumble in his way.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:15 pm
 Noah checked that he had all the files necessary before slipping the disk into his pocket and shutting down the system. With a sigh he pulled out his gun and fired two shots making certain that no one would be able to access the data on his experiments. "If I were smart I'd have left the city when I heard about Birkin but..." Sealing the door tightly behind himself Noah heads to the train that will take him into the city itself. "I certainly can't leave my notes, not now that employees are trying to escape with stolen Umbrella research....though if they were smart they would have gotten a sample of the vaccine for themselves, rather than the viruses for the market." Noah smirked to himself as he turned over the vial containing the experimental agent. Chuckling to himself, Noah started his trip into the city where he would escape or die trying.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:37 pm
A jetblack helicopter flew into Raccoon City's airspace, carrying about five passengers and the pilot. As four of the passengers conversed with eachother, one simply sat in the back, messing with a gas mask and two pairs of goggles; one Night Vision and the other a low-grade thermal.
"We're nearing the landing zone. Cut the chatter and get suited up." The pilot chirped in in the cabin. As the conversations cut out and the USS began to don their gear, the man known as Vectre placed on his newly revised gas mask. Looking up at the rag-tag team, the eyes of the mask switch between various colors before settling on a purplish blue; The entire time the sounds of weapon checking filled the chopper as they all waited to be dropped directly into Hell.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:14 am
 (The Trench Coat isn't Just Fashionable It's Bullet Proof) Note:His Hair is Black From the Time of Resident Evil: Zero until Resident Evil 4 it changes in Resident Evil 5 and So does his Inventory and Costume. his Weapons will Change over Time. Twelve Year Old Leon just escaped from the Umbrella Lab that was in flames now, He Looked behind him and saw the Umbrella Lab in flames "Serves you right, I'm A Human Not your Guinea Pig" He said as the lab exploded. "Alright well time to look for new clothes, don't want to look like a crazy walking down the street" Leon told himself as he walked into a clothing store which didn't look like it was full of zombies. he ran in and looked around then He saw a section which Displayed 'In case of Emergency Clothes', Leon Ran into the Section and Saw a Huge Trench Coat 'Great thing i'm a tall kid if not these would all be impossible for me to wear' he thought as He took off his Experiment Clothes and Grabbed the Trench Coat "Perfect Fit" he said as He put on the Shirt, Gloves, Pants and Combat Boots that Came with the Trench Coat "Now i'm going to be Needing a Mask just in case i run into any Umbrella Agents" He saw a huge line of Masks but chose the weirdest one of them all just because he found it Humorous once he was Done Changing He ran out of the Clothing Store and Looked for any Blunt Weapons on the floor and Found a Baseball bat "Great, A Baseball Team Never did accept me, I guess it's time to prove those coaches wrong" He said as he picked up the bat and Busted Open the First Zombies Head that he saw.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 2:44 pm
The chopper landed down in a for now, zombie-free park. As the team huddled out of the chopper, they all spread out and left on their own. Vector alone stepped away from the chopper as it flew away again, leaving the team until extraction time. "Shadow Pack, keep in radio contact despite alternative missions. If one of you dies, we want to hear it." Vector said as his full body suit crackled with electricity. Checking the rifle slung over his shoulder, the handguns and revolvers strapped into his vest, and the two basic knives on his hips, he walked through the park, his body being coated in the electricity; His camo has been activated, rendering him invisible for now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 3:04 pm
Leon Just noticed a Zombie-free park that Had a Helicopter land down on it, He Ignored it and Just ran to the first thing Every little Kid Notices in a Park, The Play Ground with the swings. Leon Sat on top one of the Swings and Began to Swing, Though Adults Find Swings Dull, Kids Find the Swings to be the most fun in the world
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:23 pm
Thomas got the roof and looked beyond to the city. Fire and screams filled the streets and air. The zombies broke through the door and charged Thomas who used his powers too easily dispatch of them. As he threw the final zombie off of the roof he saw a jet black helicopter in the park. Exiting the chopper was the infamous USS team that Thomas had known from his time working for Umbrella. He saw his old acquiantance Vector dis-appear just be he saw a smallish figure in a trench coat and mask running towards the chopper.
Thomas still works for Umbrella but he's becoming dependant and is slowly inching away. Determined to try and stop this figure from possibly dying Thomas jumps off the roof. And lands behind Leon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:42 pm
Aerik sighed as he gathered a small backpack he usually used for School. "Why hasn't he came back yet....He said he would be an hour or two, not almost two days, and what were those things out there." He asked outloud to no one in particular. Aerik knew he was alone but it helped clear his own mind to talk to himself, or at least feign like someone was there. He sighed as he packed the last of his stuff into his backpack and donned it. He walked briskly over to his fathers cabinet that held their guns. He pried it open with his Knife and grabbed his Winchester Rifle. It was old but it worked well and Aerik preferred it. He strapped on a sling and put the gun into it snugly. He grabbed a few boxes of Ammo for the weapon and put them into his Backpack and put some extra rounds into his pocket. He looked around the cabinet and at his fathers small arsenal...A few shotguns and a collection of pistols. He grabbed one of the M9's and a couple of clips for it. His eyes finally rested onto his fathers favorite gun. A custom .357 revolver...His mothers name engraved onto the side of it. He grabbed it and its holster and strapped them on. He smirked at the heavy load he carried. He didn't mind it, he had carried heavier on the hunting trips he and his father took frequently. He pulled the slide back on the M9 letting a round slide into place as he got set to get going...He took one last somber look at the apartment. Too many good times in the place brought a tear to Aeriks eye. He sniffled and wiped his eyes before opening the door and heading down the stairs and cautiously into the streets. He sneaked around a group of stumbling undead...He knew they were Zombies...he had seen one to many Zombie movie to not see it. He kept his M9 loosely at his side as he pushed on through the streets he had grown up on.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:46 pm
 From the roof of Raccoon General Hospital Chase watches a helicopter land in the adjacent park with narrow eyes. Relaxing as he sees that it's members of the USS Chase turns away from the sight returning to the more important helicopters, the ones he was currently sabotaging to prevent escape from the city. As the USS were Umbrella operatives, it was not necessary for Chase to eliminate them since their objective was the same-destroy any and all incriminating evidence regarding Umbrella's involvement in viral research. "Either they don't have faith in our abilities or Umbrella is really worried about this incident. I just hope we don't end up getting in one another's way." Certain that the helicopters wouldn't be going far, and wanting to avoid a fight over territory with the USS operatives-especially since he wasn't aware whether or not they were aware of his presence-Chase took a running leap from the hospital's roof and from the ground ran towards the nearby clock tower intent on reaching Raccoon Station. From there he would need to decide whether to take the Raccoon-Stone Ville Line towards the City College of Raccoon, or the Central-Raccoon Line to go downtown. ((I'm using this map to decide where Chase is going in relationship to where everyone else is))
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:03 pm
Thomas: You don't want to go that way.
Thomas said to Leon as he sensed the horde drawing nearer.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:35 pm
Entering Raccoon City for the first time since the outbreak began in earnest, Noah was surprised to see just how chaotic things had become. In barely a week since Birkin's death and release of the virus most of the city seemed to already be infected. Not having worked with the T-virus in his research, Noah was impressed by how quickly it was able to spread. Not having to worry about becoming infected himself, the researcher spent a moment simply observing the behavior of the infected. "It certainly spreads quickly, but I can't say the same for the subjects infected...of course these would all be failed subjects as none of them have the genetic trait necessary to become a Tyrant." musing on the pros and cons between T and his own research on the Progenitor virus Noah almost let the dangers of the situation slip his mind. He was reminded watching an infected eat the flesh of a rather unfortunate victim that while he may be safe from infection that didn't mean he was safe from those already infected as he wasn't immune to having his throat ripped out and there certainly weren't any safety measure's in place to prevent that like in the labs. Abandoning his scientific curiosity in favor of survival, Noah fled down the streets of the infected city. "Now, what would be the best way to leave this city that hasn't already been closed off?" Probably through one of the underground labs further outside of the city than his own; but he had no way of knowing which would still be operational and which would be infested with escaped B.O.W.s. Zombies were one thing, but facing a successful weapon wasn't something that Noah was especially keen on doing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:51 pm
((Dude.. that map is really useful.. I'm going to have to keep a saved photo of it for myself for reference. Also guys, the other members of the USS team beside Vector and Spectre are NPC's, and I'm giving control of them to you guys. Them living and dieing is in your hands. I'm going to set them up at various locations, so when your characters meet them, you may control them.))
Vector stood a bit away from the child on the swing set, and the man who just dropped down behind him. Training his sights down his rifle and resting it over the child's head, Vector ran through the various outcomes of pulling the trigger: He may be infected, netting him the first kill since landing, or he may not, which would simply erase just another witness to the incident. Ignoring the tell-tale sounds of the oncoming zombies, he rested his finger over the trigger-
Meanwhile, the other USS members took up their designated locations. The man known as Scott sprinted down the street to nearest weapon shop on Chumleigh Dr. Two women, Veronica and Penelope moved on together to the Raccoon Hospital, and the last member, Spectre, sprinted to the St-Michael Clock Tower to take up his position for advanced scoped recon and satellite positioning. ((This is where I hand them off to you, so Scott, Penelope, and Veronica are NPCs who can be used by anyone near them.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:38 pm
(Thanks for the Map! biggrin It helps alot.)
Aerick took a moment to check his surroundings...The gas station his dad usually went to was right up the street. "Warren and Euston." He said outloud. He continued walking and as he rounded the corner he nearly gasped in horror. The whole gas station was on fire...Dead bodies and crashed cars littered the small parking lot...One zombie was even stumbling around on fire. "I...I can't believe this." Aerick said slowly. He grew angry...angry at whoever would unleash this hellish nightmare on any city. He balled his fist up and silently cursed. He turned away from the sight and headed for Circular river...he would follow that to the hospital...He hoped he would be able to find some survivors there.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 11:34 pm
Leon looked at Thomas confused and Noticed that he was warning Him "Over there Hmmm" Leon said as he got off the Swing and looked at the path that Thomas was talking about and Noticed a hoard of Zombies not only that but he heard the sound of a Rifle, but he ignored it, "Time to Bust Some Heads" Leon Said As He ran at an incredible Speed toward the Zombies with The Bat in His Right, He swang upon a Zombies Head with the Strength of Ten-thousand Men, The Zombies Flew Far "Wow, Guess Those Experiments from Umbrella Really Paid off" He Said to himself as he looked at the Rest of the Hoard
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 8:25 am
Another one?..Damn.. Vector thought to himself. Lowering his rifle and leaving at a full sprint, Vector abandoned his firing position in an attempt to get ahead of the horde. Placing his index and middle finger against his mask, he keyed open the communication link between him and the team. "Team, listen closely. There's another one of those.. things that have powers. Keep your distance if you can, but remember the priority mission." Closing off the link, he sprinted to his own destination: The Police Department.
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