The Director
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Post by The Director on Feb 21, 2010 23:08:37 GMT -5
Director watched silently as Missi went on her search. He had to admit, Airport Security was a good place to start. Even if the security officers hadn’t kept any guns around, the room was the type of place previous survivors would have thought to hold up in before being overcome by teeming hoards of infected.
Missi’s first report called the office ‘empty.’ Director didn’t even blink when he heard sounds that obviously signaled a Smoker attack. Just as he’d expected, Luigi bounded forward in a heartbeat, dashing to the rescue like the little Hero-Boy he was. He waited until he heard the faint and familiar ‘poof’ of a Smoker’s dying breath before following the kid into the room.
Walking straight past his two ‘teammates’, Director strolled through the office, sticking right to the plan. Squinting through the dark-green smog, he managed to spy a convenient corpse. It seemed, as he’d predicted, that someone had been hiding out in the office. And fortunately for him, this survivor’s weapon of choice had been a pump shotgun.
Director plucked the weapon from the corpse’s grip, wincing only slightly as one of the hands popped off and kept a literal death-grip on the shotgun. He kept ‘getting out of the smoke’ his top priority, holding the shotgun by the barrel and ignoring the severed hand still attached. Instead, he simply walked back towards the entrance and wordlessly held the weapon out to Missi, the woman who had suggested the shotgun tactic in the first place.
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Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on Feb 23, 2010 19:50:35 GMT -5
Folding the blades back into their quick-release slots within his trench knives, Paulie settled in, glad that his input was appreciated. It wasn't every day a lowly Hitm-dentist got to influence how people did things. 'What can I say, I'm da' shit.' The thought brought a smile to the large guido's face. In the general calm of the moment, he placed a hand lightly on Dahlia's head.
Of course, as he was getting comfortable, the warning call of a smoker went up. 'Eh, Hero Boy'll get it...' True to his prediction, Luigi sprinted into the security office after Missi, and the shots rang out. To Paulie's surprise, the director walked into the office, through the nasty looking smog. THrough the window, he could see a pump shotgun being held out, and another hang grasping it. "Alright chalk one up fer da' big guy, huh?" He said, smiling and patting Dahlia's head to an even greater extent now.
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Post by Melissa Luketic on Feb 23, 2010 20:56:28 GMT -5
Melissa, blackness edging her vision, was almost within range of the Smoker's punches when someone suddenly ran into the room. A few seconds later, the tongue strangling her went slack, and her body hit the ground with an audible thud. Instantly, she drew in a large gulp of air, coughing and sputtering as her lungs finally received much needed oxygen. The smoke that suddenly filled the air didn't help much, but at least the Smoker was dead. Melissa took the offered hand, finally aware enough to recognize her savior as Luigi.
"Th-thanks..." she wheezed as she stood. She listened to the boy's words as she pushed off the now loose tongue, rolling her eyes and giving him a light shove when he'd finished. "Not sure who this Bill is, but I'm pretty sure he told you pretty much the same thing I'm going to. I really don't give a damn, even if it was possible. Which it isn't, because I'm pretty damn sure I'm immune so all I'll do is die." Melissa explained, glancing momentarily at the Director as he walked in and basically ignored them.
"Besides, cigarettes are one of the few things I can remember doing in my past life. One of the few connections I've got. So I'll be damned if I ever stop. Got it?" she added seriously. She was about to leave the smoke-filled room when the Director suddenly appeared again, holding out a shotgun to her. Melissa grimaced when she caught sight of the hand hanging onto it, but accepted the gun, anyway. As she worked to shake off the disgusting, rotting appendage, she shoved the assault rifle into the man's hands.
"There. You can have that now, seeing as I can't carry and shoot two huge guns at once. And, oh yeah, did I mention that the one time I shot a Witch in the head, it was completely by accident? So... yeah... hope luck's on our side."
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The Director
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Post by The Director on Feb 23, 2010 21:15:09 GMT -5
The Director plucked the proffered rifle from Missi’s grasp. In return, he simply gave her a curt nod and released the shotgun. He took a moment to check how much ammo there was in his new weapon. It was fully loaded, but he frowned nevertheless; hopefully Missi had more clips for it. “I hope this isn’t all the ammo you have?”
As a reply to her lack of confidence, the Director merely shrugged. “If you’re so nervous,” he said, quickly checking the rifle’s condition using the basics he’d learned through research, “hand the gun over to your hero there, or maybe Mr. Viperelli. I’m sure the former has the guts for it, and Viperelli has plenty of experience with firearms.”
To confirm his speculation, Director walked back over to the entrance and waved to catch the mobster’s attention. “Mr. Viperelli,” he stated, loudly enough to be clear without being obnoxious. “How familiar are you with a shotgun?”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Feb 23, 2010 22:02:02 GMT -5
Being pat on the head by Paulie's large hand was reasurring, to say the least. Her only response was to lean on the larger man's leg, watching as Missi and Mr. Director traded their guns. Mr. Director was making a face about it, probably didn't like Missi's. Or maybe it was the smoke. Smoke was yucky. Especially burned popcorn smoke, that was always yucky. Daddy had a problem with making popcorn, it always seemed to burn. Then Mommy would make some and it would be perfect and yummy!
Her thoughts on popcorn were disturbed when Mr. Director walked out of the room, talking to Paulie about using the new gun they got. Since she was not part of this conversaton, she merely looked over to where Luigi and Missi were, wondering why they were still in that smokey, dark room.
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Feb 24, 2010 22:21:29 GMT -5
Chest heaving, legs aching, Rae ran to distance herself from the quickly approaching growls and barks of a special infected.
Shit! She thought. I only have a pocket knife on me! At this rate, I'll be screwed!
Sweat trickled down her brow as she tried to quicken her pace. But how long had she been running? She wasn't sure, but she knew it was getting harder to breath.
It was then Rae heard a screech, and a mass slammed into her from behind, sending her to the hard ground on her front. She gasped, breath knocked out of her.
"Get off me, bastard!" she snarled, trying to twist her body out from under the hands that pinned her. A hand grabbed her shoulder and flipped her roughly onto her back. The hooded head was the first thing she saw, then it was the large jaws opening and coming down towards her neck for the kill.
Out of instinct, Rae threw her right arm up, trying to shield herself. She instantly regretted it when she felt razor sharp teeth sink into her pale flesh. Her neck arched as agony ripped through her, lips parted in a silent scream.
A claw struck out, cutting her across her right cheek and forehead. She could feel the blood spilling from her arm as the teeth continued to go deeper, as if trying to snap her bone to pieces.
An exclamation of "SHIIIT!" rang out from her lips.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Feb 25, 2010 17:41:55 GMT -5
The fumes from the smoker were over-whelming Luigi and he left the room coughing. Just as he was about to turn and make sure Missi was behind him, a scream of "SHIIIT!" filled his ears. Springing into Hero-Boy mode, as he was accurately dubbed now, he glanced around wildly. His bright blue eyes fell on nearby stairs he raced down them.
As he reached the bottom, Luigi realized the screaming was louder. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the unmistakably form of a hunter. Whipping around with submachine gun pointed at the special infected’s head; he froze for a little bit when he saw the hunter had pinned a helpless survivor beneath it.
The special infected’s teeth were lodged into the survivor’s–it was a teenage girl by the looks of it–arm and its claws were ripping fiercely into her. In a flash he was behind the hunter and, with a simple pull of a bullet, killed it. The brown-haired boy then proceeded to push the dead corpse off the girl before inspecting her with round blue eyes.
She wore a plain white t-shirt with a sleeve-less green jacket (Luigi liked the color green), jeans, and black converse. Her hair was that of brown in a braid with her bangs to the left of her pale face and her eyes were gray. She looked to be the same age as him, but all and all he thought she was pretty.
A light blush blanketed his cheeks and he turned his head away as he reached a hand towards her.
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Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on Mar 1, 2010 20:26:45 GMT -5
“Mr. Viperelli, How familiar are you with a shotgun?” The Director's voice, though calm, could be heard over the girl getting attacked by the Hunter quite well.
A shotgun... years since I worked one of those, but hey... if it's small enough I can do it. Paulie had a thing about big guns... It was nine parts habit and one part dislike for anything with a kick that deterred him from large guns. "I've been around 'em. Shootin skeet after golf, right?" Once again the dentist bullcrap flowed. The Director knew he wasn't a Dentist, but he seemed professional enough to keep his trap shut.
Walking over to the Director and Missi with Dahlia in tow, he removed his magnum from his shirt. He grabbed the Riot Gun from Missi, tested it out against his shoulder, and replaced it with his magnum. He finally handed over the pistol, the parting glance quite sad for him. "Now, I expect that thing back after we get Mr.B, huh?"
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Post by Melissa Luketic on Mar 1, 2010 21:35:54 GMT -5
"Hm?" Melissa blinked at the Director's question, then smiled sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, it is. Sorry..." She went back to looking the gun over, though his next words stung her. She just didn't want to miss or alert the Witch before she could shoot and get torn to shreds; it was a very rational reason to be nervous. "I think Paulie would be a better choice. No offence, Luigi," Melissa stated quickly, following the Director. After all, he was just a kid, and his headstrong nature might alert the Witch too soon.
Plus, no way was she going to chicken out just to put a kid in danger. Melissa's head jerked up when she heard the same scream they all did, whipping around to face the direction it came from. "That sounds like-" Before she could even finish the thought, Luigi was off and running to save the day again. She couldn't help but smile wryly and shake her head at his actions, hoping that he would be all right by himself.
Turning back to Paulie, Melissa let him take the shotgun from her hands, though she was obviously skeptical about his statement. "Shootin' skeet after golf? Right," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't quite believe Paulie's story about being a dentist, but she hadn't the faintest that he was part of a big gang. Melissa could simply tell he was something far more lucrative and underhanded; not that dentists weren't underhanded. She just couldn't see the large, muscular man with firearm experience standing in a dentist's office, telling a little kid to rinse and spit.
She gladly accepted the Magnum, a weapon she had far more experience with. Melissa smirked, checking the ammo count before sliding the gun closed with a nod. "Yeah, don't worry. I'll get it back to you," she answered, patting his arm.
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Mar 2, 2010 18:35:57 GMT -5
Blood, she knew there had to be a lot of it. With knife-like teeth sinking into your flesh, why wouldn't there be?
Rae struggled beneath her attacker, even though she knew it was pointless. If I do end up living, I'm gonna bust this buster's groin in! she thought angrily.
It was then a shot rang out, which would have caused her to jump if she hadn't been pinned at the time. To her confusion, the body was hefted off of her, laying at her side lifelessly.
Looking up, she blinked several times, craddling her slaughtered arm against her chest. A boy around her age was there now, gun in hand. He had brown hair, bright blue eyes, and was wearing a long sleeve, button up green shirt. His hand was out towards her, offering a hand up with his face turned away. And...was that a blush?
Ignoring the hand, Rae stood on her own, careful not to damage her arm anymore than it already was. Looking from the dead hunter, to the strange boy, she finally spoke up.
"So...who the hell are you?"
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Mar 4, 2010 19:37:51 GMT -5
"So...who the hell are you?"
Well, that certainly what he wanted as an answer.
Luigi brought up a hand to scratch behind his head nervously. Jesus this girl had some attitude! He should have at least got a thank you for saving her ass from being hunter chow. It was like this newcomer reminded him of someone. Yeah…someone very familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his thumb on it at the moment. He then remembered that he hadn’t yet answered the girl’s question.
“Uhh…Luigi.” the teenager said. “My name is Luigi. Weegee, if you want.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Mar 9, 2010 18:35:05 GMT -5
If there was anything that Paulie looked like to Dahlia, the word "dentist" was not one of them. Maybe "detective", or "guard", but not "dentist". Dentists needed smaller hands. But, as she was told time and time again, don't judge a book by its color.
Paulie seemed pretty unhappy to let go of his gun, and there was a whole lot of trading going on between the adults. And that was about when the screaming started. A loud "SHIIIIIIT" resounded through the area, and in a flash, Luigi bounded out of the security room and towards the source of the sounds. And she wondered why he always was putting himself in such danger, why he was always jumping into action without thinking about himself. Did he want to get hurt? No.......
The nine-year olds thoughts were interrupted by Paulie when he said that they should start looking for Mr. B. And boy, did she agree! Beaming once again, she began quickly making her way towards..... Nowhere in particular. Where was the crying lady? Where could she have gone?
Listening good and hard, tried to hear the lady. She did hear something.... Down the left hallway. Was it her? Only one way to know for sure......
"I think I hear something! Down this way!" She stated, pointing down said hallway.
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The Director
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Post by The Director on Mar 18, 2010 20:59:58 GMT -5
Disregarding Viperelli’s inability to devise a decent background story (it was about as believable as Director claiming to be a preschool teacher who worked in a soup kitchen in his spare time), the businessman examined his newly-acquired assault-rifle, his lips curved into a frown at the realization that one clip would hardly get him anywhere. Hopefully someone would have had the consideration to leave some spare boxes behind. Until then, he’d just have to be careful.
He glanced up, mildly interested, at the echoing screech. He did a silent count to three, finding himself slightly surprised when Luigi was out the door at ‘two’. Not even bothering to chase after and help the boy, Director merely left the mafia-man and amnesiac to their trade and strolled out of the office.
Fortunately, Dahlia seemed quite focused on the task. The girl was already on the lookout for the Witch, and pointed out a nearby hallway. Unconcerned (he’d heard that Witches made enough noise to be heard from a fair distance), Director strolled down the hall, assault-rifle at the ready. About halfway down he heard the noise that had grabbed Dahlia’s attention; however, it didn’t sound at all like crying. Instead, it sounded more like heavy, snorting breathing, similar to an angry bull.
It took a moment for him to recognize the noise but when he did, Director quickly stepped away, taking care to keep his steps light and quiet. Cautiously, he slid into the restaurant and snatched one of their homemade molotovs before returning to the group.
“Well, there’s certainly something down there,” he said, juggling the molotov to his left hand and leaving the rifle in his right. “Sadly, I don’t believe it’s the Witch. Now...” He glanced between his teammates, also sparing a look down the stairs Luigi had taken. “...Would anyone like to live dangerously? Preferably someone with a good arm?”
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Mar 20, 2010 12:25:17 GMT -5
When Rae didn’t reply to his answer, Luigi sighed. No point wasting his time trying to make friendly conversation with her. He reloaded his submachine gun before turning and heading back up the stairs. Pausing when he reached the foot of them he turned his head to Rae.
“There are others here, not just me.” Luigi informed her. “Feel free to join us if you want.”
And with that he headed back up the stairs. He found The Director, Dahlia, Melissa, and Paulie huddled in a group talking. As he drew closer he heard The Director say something about ‘someone with a good arm.’
“Yeah, not to interrupt the important conversation or anything,” Luigi spoke, possibly startling everyone since they were too intent on their conversation to have noticed him. “I found a new survivor, this girl around my age I think by the looks of her. She didn’t give me her name, but she isn’t exactly a nice walk-in-the-park if you ask me.”
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Post by Paul "Big Paulie" Viperelli on Mar 23, 2010 20:50:29 GMT -5
The italian looked to the molotov, and strained his ears. Why would you need a molotov for a Witch? The heavy, ghastly moan of a Tank was evident from down the hallway. "I could toss it, but I dunno about outrunnin that thing. I mean Christ, that thing's more of a gorilla then I am." Paulie laughed quietly to himself. "I vote we get someone who can run." Paulie looked around and smirked to himself.
"Hey Weegee. You wanna help save a little girl's teddy bear?" Paulie, already having a molotov on his hip, turned to the younger italian man. "I mean, you're obviously much faster then I am. You're like... you're like a Force' a' nature or some shit, right?" He hoped, with the goading accompanied with the promise of helping the little girl, that Weegee would take the case. Hero-boy would ride again.
At the mention of a new survivor, Paulie perked. How the hell were this many people making it through this fuckin' apocalypse. And why were they all in Southern Illinois? "Where's she at? We need ta get her up and in fightin' shape before that Tank whoops the snot outta her. Another gun never hurt, right?"
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