The Director
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Post by The Director on Feb 14, 2010 21:44:02 GMT -5
The Director had to hold down an immediate refusal when ‘Mr. B’ turned out to be a mere teddy-bear. Had the girl not pointed out the gas-station, warned him of a Tank, and happily bounced off to fetch said flammable materials, he would have turned her down without a second thought. However, the Director lived in the professional world of favors, and one of his many codes was ‘an eye for an eye’.
He gave the girl and Viperelli a few minutes to search, figuring that if they were slightly competent, he wouldn’t even be needed for this task. Luigi followed after them like the little lost puppy he was, steaming at the loss of the little prodigy’s attention.
The Director had just turned away to take a quick look-around for a better gun (his magnum was a trusty sidearm, but not the best thing to fight a Tank) when he heard the low growls. While he didn’t fear for the safety of the trio on restaurant-duty (they had two people who could hold a gun, that was enough to take out a Hunter), he set aside his little quest and took a few surreptitious steps closer to Miss and Alexander.
He waited until he heard the shriek of both the Hunter and Viperelli before he allowed his defenses to relax a bit. He would have gone right back into his search had the clawing and shouting not continued. Hunters, while threatening to loners, were hardly a thread with a teammates around; taking care of the hoodied monstrosity shouldn’t take this long.
Frowning, Director strode over to the restaurant, deciding to investigate the problem for himself. However, once he walked in the door, the Hunter was flung back and slid across the tile, stopping inches away from the Director’s feet with a gaping wound in its skull.
Director nonchalantly stepped over the corpse, taking a few steps away from the oozing blood for good measure, before staring at the bumbling duo and raising a brow. “You two are having fun, I hope?”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 14, 2010 22:53:59 GMT -5
Dahlia had just found a container labled "Flamme-able", when she heard a fairly familier shriek. It was the Hoodie, the really super-scary person who seemed to have taken a perticular interest in hunting her.... If she had known any better, it was because she was small, and therefore, easy prey, and that there were actually much more than just one. But to her, it was a singular monster that wanted to eat her. Adding her own quick yelp of fright, she was even more surprised when she saw Paulie grabbling with it. Again, her young mind made it look like the large thug had sprung up to her defense, rather than actually being the target.
Before she could even say anything, in came Luigi, kicking it off Paulie and shooting it. While he had started helping Paulie, Mr. Director strolled in, looking, well, displeased as always. However, her immediate attention was to Paulie and Luigi. Running over to them, she immediatly began bombarding them both with an assortmant of questions. "Are you ok?""Where did it come from?""Did that hurt?""Why are they after me?""How did you do that Luigi?"
The questions would have continued had Dahlia not remembered that Mr. Director was still there. Plus, she wanted to make sure that she was grabbing the right things. So, going back over to her discarded "Flamm-able" can, she picked up with a small huff and walked over to him, showing it to him.
"Is this what we're looking for?"
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Post by Melissa Luketic on Feb 15, 2010 12:58:40 GMT -5
"Other survivors?" Melissa asked, interest instantly peaked as she looked at Luigi. Maybe, if she was lucky, one of those survivors knew who she was. Hell, even a name would be good enough for her. Returning her gaze to the Director, Melissa rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "No sh- er, duh, Sherlock. Strength in numbers. Tank's aren't the only things a loner has to worry about," she replied, curbing her language. There was a child present.
Following his gaze and statement, Melissa spotted the restaurant with ease and shrugged. She was about to offer to go and search the place, but Dahlia, Paulie, and Luigi went and did so first. She couldn't help but smile a little at Dahlia's enthusiasm, especially since she probably didn't even know what to look for. However, as soon as she heard the familiar growls of a Hunter, Melissa tightening her grip on her assault rifle and began scanning the area. "I hear a punk," she muttered, brows furrowing.
As soon as she heard the screeching and shouting from the restaurant, she turned on her heel and made a dash for it. Melissa skidded to a halt by the counter just as Luigi slammed the butt of his gun into the Hunter, and she watched it go flying over to where the Director stood in the doorway. She couldn't suppress a smirk, which turned into a grin as she reached over and smacked Luigi on the back. "Nice one. So, did you guys find any-"
Melissa paused mid-sentence as Dahlia strode over with a gas can, which she quickly took from the little girl. "This is perfect, Dahlia! I'm just gonna take it and hold onto it, okay? It can help us, but it's very dangerous. Understand?" The fact that she had a lighter on her person and was a chronic smoker didn't quite register as she spoke. She was probably the last person who should be holding it.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 15, 2010 19:14:06 GMT -5
A wide smile spread across Dahlia's face when Missi confirmed that she had found the right stuff. Although, something wasn't quite right with the situation, at least to her. Should the older women really be handling something "Flamm-able", when she's smoking? Oh well, grown up matters. All that was really on the nine-year old's mind was the current state of Paulie and Luigi, finding Mr. B, and finding her Daddy.
Her face fell slightly when she remembered how much she missed him. His large, comforting body, able to just pick her up and shield her away from the scary people, from scary storms, anything! His voice, gruff, but almost always gentle and calm. She missed him alot, needless to say.
Walking back over to Luigi and Paulie, she sighed softly, putting her head against Luigi's leg. Looking up at him, she asked, "So.... Now that we have the stuff Mr. Director was looking for, can we look for Mr. B now?" Now, she wouldn't say it, but she was really starting to wear down. She was also a tad upset, thinking about her Daddy wasn't the best idea, and the Hoodie scare was still lingering over her. Finding her bear would at least help her calm down a bit, maybe even help her be strong like everyone else was being.
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Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on Feb 15, 2010 21:06:09 GMT -5
"Assasin? What the hell are ya talkin about kid? I'm a freakin' dentist!" So used to his cover story that it flew out as the younger man helped him up, he almost lost it and laughed. But no. That was never a good move. "Where the hell'd ya get a loony idea like that. You readin' comics or some shit?"
Immediatly after standing up, he was bombarded with questions from the little girl, just returning with her gas can. 'Who tha hell puts a goddamn gac can in an airport food joint? I mean, a propane tank I could...' "Be right back sweetie... I'm fine, i promise." Ignoring the preasence of missi intirely and giving a breif nod to the Director, he moved into the stove area of the kitchen.
Pushing a few toppled boxes out of the way (probably toppled by a boomer looking for a snack) he found the white metal tank. "Got Propane here..." He didn't yell, just spoke up. Maybe not flamable, but explosives are always good... "Who wants a makeshift bomb, huh?"
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Feb 15, 2010 22:44:25 GMT -5
Luigi winced as Paulie went off on him. Dentist? he said to himself. You look more like from an Italian mob than a dentist. He scratched the back of his head.
“Well you don’t have to get so offended by it.” Luigi mumbled innocently, twiddling with this thumbs. He met the man’s accusing eyes with his bright blue ones round and sparkling. “I just thought that when you questioned me about Nick. I mean, he’s a good guy and everything. Always patched me up with a health kit or gave me pills whenever I was beaten up badly.”
He then turned in the direction of the Director. He shrugged absent-mindedly. “No. Not really.” the teenager admitted. “Just having my teammate’s back.”
Then he looked down at Dahlia, snickering at her question of how he did his signature spin-kick. “Let’s say practice.” Luigi told her as he patted her head like a little doggie.
Something smacked him on the back and he turned to see Melissa and blinked, bright blue eyes shining that could dazzle even a grumpy person like the Director. He grew embarrassed at the praise and shuffled his feet against the floor shyly. The sight could almost remind you of a five-year-old.
“I-I try.” Luigi answered her before perking up. “Hey! I found some Molotovs over here if that helps.”
He strolled over to where the explosives were, picked up one, and chunked it at the Director.
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The Director
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Post by The Director on Feb 15, 2010 23:06:39 GMT -5
The Director didn’t skip a beat; moments after Missi took the flammable bottle from Dahlia’s hands, the Director snatched it right back. Before the woman could throw a fit, he explained: “I wouldn’t quite call it personal,” he began, “but I’d rather not trust little Dahlia’s discovery with the amnesiac holding a lit cigarette. Pure safety reasons, I’m sure you understand.”
As though Missi and the makeshift-molotov wasn’t enough, the Director soon had to turn his attention to Viperelli, who had decided to retrieve a propane tank. The businessman opened his mouth to protest, then simply stopped and shook his head worriedly. He’d just have stay away from the Tank: goodness knew what these people would throw at it.
At Luigi’s response to his rhetorical question, Director could only roll his eyes and be thankful he was wearing sunglasses. Of all the people in the world, he had to find a group of those who didn’t understand the subtleties of conversation. This would be hard to get used to.
Purposefully turning his attention to other matters, he caught the tossed molotov bottle out of the air (it was a reaction thing; people either caught or flinched, and professionals didn’t flinch) before setting the caught explosive onto the nearby counter and addressing the Mr. B problem. “The best way to find ‘Mr. B’,” he suggested, “Would be to retrace your steps.” Not even bothering to turn towards the girl, the Director began digging through nearby drawers for a rag or towel to be attached on the confiscated bottle. “Check where you were last, and if it isn’t there, think back to if you were recently chased out of a previous hiding spot, where you may have been inclined to leave him in your hurry to escape.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 16, 2010 22:31:18 GMT -5
The nine-year old listened patiently to Mr. Director's advice, and when he was done, thought long and hard. Where had she been in the past few hours? She remembered running from the street, past the gas station, and into the airport. She was still holding Mr. B at that time. What else had happened.....
She remembered running into the airport, stopping to rest awhile on a bench when she was sure no one was around. Then the weird drooling, yucky spitting lady came and, well, spat her. She ran away from her, still holding on to Mr. B, then ran upstairs, then back downstairs when she saw the crying woman, then ran back upstairs when she left, then ran down the hallway, then hid in the restaurant. So where was......
Wait. The crying lady. Dahlia had been so startled that she dropped Mr. B next to her! Then she must have.... Taken it? Why would the crying lady take her bear?
"I remember now! I was running upstairs, and then I ran into the crying lady, then ran back downstairs because I was so startled, and I must have dropped Mr. B next to her, but then she must have taken him and walked away!"
The thought of Mr. B with such a scary lady caused her to shiver with fright. The crying lady had really sharp nails....
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Post by Melissa Luketic on Feb 17, 2010 19:08:41 GMT -5
"Uh..." Melissa wasn't quite sure how to answer Dahlia when the child asked about searching for Mr. B; the maternal part of her was all for it, but the survival part considered it a suicide. Luckily, Paulie's question about carrying around a bomb allowed her mind to stray from the topic, though all she could do was shake her head. "No thanks, I already have a gas can," she answered. However, when Luigi lit-up at her praise, Melissa could hardly swallow the laughter that wanted to bubble up from her throat. He was like a kid himself, in a way; the youngest there aside from Dahlia.
Her moment of happiness was dashed, rather unsurprisingly, by the ever-serious and stoic Director as he snatched the gas can away from her. Indeed, Melissa had been about to blow up at him when he quickly explained his reasons, making her flush slightly in realized embarrassment. "Oh... good point... you guys can handle the explosives and flammables. I've got my assault rifle, and that's plenty for me," she replied with a nod. She listened as the Director then proceeded to give Dahlia advice on finding Mr. B, the girl exclaiming her remembered findings mere seconds later. However, what Melissa heard didn't quite comfort her, or give her maternal side any leverage.
"Oh, shoot... a Witch?? Just our luck. Those things are as hard to kill as a Tank, unless you get them right in the back of the head with a shotgun blast while they're calm." She'd stumbled upon this fact accidentally, after nearly running into a Witch and firing instinctively at the back of her unsuspecting head.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Feb 18, 2010 21:54:28 GMT -5
As Luigi listened to Dahlia explain to the group where Mr. B was, he was thinking up of a plan. Apparently one of those wandering witches had kidnapped Mr. B after the girl was startled and dropped him. That meant there was only one thing to do.
“I’ve got it!” Luigi snapped his fingers. He turned to his new teammates smiling big like some five-year-old with his bright blue eyes sparkling in complete innocence. “We devise a plan and I suggest we find that witch that has Mr. B, somebody can startle her so while she’s chasing that person someone else can go and get Mr. B!”
After his explanation he stood smiling to himself like some kind of idiot.
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The Director
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Post by The Director on Feb 18, 2010 22:17:54 GMT -5
Director had hardly found a cloth and begun assembling a makeshift molotov when Dahlia popped up with the answer to the ‘Mr. B’ issue. Fortunately, she recalled seeing the ‘crying lady’, and the mention of running both upstairs and down hinted that the upper floor, possibly near an escalator, would be a good place to begin searching.
Actually, her choice of location in dropping her bear was rather fortunate. Witches tended to either stay seated or roam a general area, and the crying would help them locate her. Better yet, Missi’s strategy had been proven in CEDA’s research program and would make the Witch disposal a snap.
Of course, little Luigi had an idea as well.
“Well, I suppose that may work,” the Director said smoothly, glancing to Luigi and allowing a slight smirk to cross his face for just a moment, “however, in that case, I would need to insist that the plan’s inventor take on the ‘bait’ role.”
His sly remark made, the Director tucked the molotov into a pocket he’d managed to sloppily stitch into his belt (he was a director, not a seamstress), straightened his tie, and got right down to business. “While we have no positive evidence that the Witch actually picked Mr. B up, we can at least use her to find the bear’s general location,” he pointed out, professional as always. “And for once, I believe I am going to side with Miss Missi for the disposal method. It will be cleaner, quicker, and less risky.” He paused for a moment, eyes darting across the group. “On that note, which of us has a shotgun? I’m afraid I only have my magnum.”
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Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on Feb 19, 2010 23:07:30 GMT -5
Big Paulie listened intently through all of this, smirking when the director suggested Luigi for the role of bail... it suited him. Hero-boy could finally be a hero... Finally for him anyway. At the Director's proposal to the group as to who actually had a shotgun, Paulie mearly shrugged. "I don't carry that kind of shit. Just my mag and my knives..."
He loked around at the rag-tag group that had assembled. The only one out of place seemed to be little Dahlia, and she would be well taken care of here... looking from face to face, his eyes (ever scanning as his training had made sure of) fell upon a door with "Airport Security" scrawled across it. At first he paid it no mind, but as the wheels of his mind began turning, he did a double take. "Oy. Anybody think security might have a riot gun around?" He hoped to god that at least one of them knew what a riot gun was... sawed off shotguns were generally put to better use in riots, due to their wide bullet spread.
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Post by Melissa Luketic on Feb 20, 2010 21:01:53 GMT -5
Melissa's head snapped up as Luigi made his exclamation, turning to stare at him as he explained his elaborate and "fool-proof" plan. She smiled in a motherly, "oh, isn't that sweet" kind of way and patted the boy's shoulder. "Sorry, Luigi. But I don't think that plan would end very well. Whoever was the bait would probably be torn to shreds, and her shriek might draw a horde," she explained gently. Of course, the Director's statement basically blew comfort out of the water, making Melissa send a glare at him over her shoulder. However, his comment about agreeing with her surprised her a little, but she quickly shrugged it off.
"Don't look at me. All I have is this assault rifle. Used to have a pistol, but I ran out of ammo for it and had to toss it," she answered with a sigh. At first, it seemed as if none of them would have the desired weapon, until Paulie spoke up and pointed out the Airport Security door. Melissa blinked a few times, glanced over her shoulder at said door, and then shook her head. "Always in the most obvious of places, I swear... I'll go check it out. You boys can come if you want," she stated. She turned around and made her way over to the door, making sure the tiny light on her rifle was lit as she slowly cracked it open.
"Hmm... looks empty," Melissa murmured, opening the door a little more than halfway and peeking around it. "Good. I'm really not in the mood to deal with-" Her next words were cut-off into a choked sputter as a familiar tongue wrapped around her neck, arms, and legs, both binding and strangling her at the same time. The assault rifle was stuck to her body as well, but out of reach from her fingers as she was dragged across the tile floor. 'Okay, God! I get it! Smoking is bad for you!! CAN YOU STOP WITH THE IRONY ALREADY?!?!' she thought, exasperated.
This had to be the fourth time she'd run into a Smoker today. Don't even ask her how many she'd run into since she escaped the debris of that house.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Feb 21, 2010 20:39:56 GMT -5
Luigi’s pride at his supposed oh-so excellent idea quickly dissolved as the Director suggested that the he be the bait for startling the witch. A quickly look around showed that Paulie’s smirk meant that he also agreed. Determination washed over him as he met Paulie’s and the Director’s gaze squarely.
He’d show them!
“Okay, fine.” the brown-haired teenager nodded in agreement. “I made the plan so I’ll be the one who startles the witch. If she starts slicing me to pieces, someone please save my ass.”
He disregarded the fact that he had spoken an inappropriate word in front of Dahlia. She would have to get used to it if she wanted that bear of hers back. He didn’t speak again as he watched Melissa walk over to a nearby door with the words “Airport Security” sketched upon it. Only the warning cry of a smoker made him sprint over, gripping his submachine gun tightly.
“Smoker’s got Missi!” he cried to the others and burst through the door. Using the hilt of his gun he smacked at the tongue holding Melissa hostage, releasing her. Then he proceeded into shooting the special infected, watching as fumes rose into the air.
He smiled a toothy smile as he bent down to help the woman to her feet. “If you keep up that smoking you’re going to–cough–turn into one of those,” he told her, his blue eyes telling her that he was teasing. “I’ve told–cough–Bill such before.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 21, 2010 21:09:10 GMT -5
Dahlia hadn't even peeped as the adults talked about how they would save Mr. B. Luigi had come up with an idea, but Paulie and Mr. Director thought it was a dumb idea. Missi thought it was a good idea, or at least acted like that. Herself, she could only wonder if her bear was okay......
When Missi went over to the room, Dahlia was debating if she should go with. However, the sudden noise from inside immediatly spooked any such thoughts away. It was one of the scary people that got Mommy! Fortunatly, Luigi was to the rescue once more. Maybe he was a superhero! She'd ask about that later.
She breathed a releived sigh when the noises stopped, seeing Luigi's form bend over to help Missi up. Again, the nine-year old fopund herself wondering if she should go over, but decided that her spot next to Paulie was a better. The large man provided a sense of security that made her feel, well, secure.
But that was when a very obvious question came across her mind. Why was all this happening? Where had all these scary people come from? And why were they so mean?
She would have asked Paulie or Mr. Director, and almost asked did, when she decided she'd ask everyone at once, rather than risk not understanding a word Mr. Director said.
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