Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Mar 23, 2010 21:15:42 GMT -5
Others? How many people could still be alive? Rae mused silently. None the less, it's better in numbers, I guess. Deciding, she began to follow this 'Luigi' character up some stairs.
At the top there were four other people that Luigi was speaking with. One women, a guy in a suit, an italian dude, and a little girl.
When the italian dude spoke of what she suspected was herself, she decided to speak. "Yeah, right here big guy. Name's Rae. Don't bother remembering it, cause I ain't stickin around long."
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The Director
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Post by The Director on Mar 24, 2010 18:06:02 GMT -5
Well, speaking of people who liked to live dangerously...
Director spared a nonchalant glance towards the two teens, slightly perturbed that so many survivors were reckless teenagers. Worse yet was this girl’s attitude. He didn’t know where she thought she was going to, but he doubted she would get there as quickly as she imagined.
“Pleasant,” he said to the girl, barely looking at her. “I’m the Director of the Civil Emergency Defense Agency. My real name is confidential, you may call me Director. Feel free to remember it. Anyway, as I was saying before...”
He looked at Missi, then Luigi, then to the other girl (if she didn’t want him to remember her name, so be it). With a sigh, he finally settled his gaze on the teenaged boy. “Mr. Luigi,” he began, “there is a Tank down that hallway.” Pointing towards the source of the noise, the businessman handed a molotov to the boy and made a quick shooing motion. “Go on then. You or Miss New-Girl.”
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 5, 2010 16:27:15 GMT -5
"Another person? Well, at least she's a girl! And young like Luigi!" Dahlia thought to herself as "Rae" came up after Luigi. Although the first things she said were "Don't bother remembering it, cause I ain't stickin aroung long.", the nine-year old decided she would try to make friends with her later. It never hurt to have more friends, especially in a time like this.
However, it certainly seemed that nothing was going anywhere fast. They were all just standing around talking about who would go throw the burning bottle at the Bully. While big and strong, was it really that bad that they couldn't just go and deal with it? That, and she was getting hungrey.......
Wasn't there a snack machine down that hallway? She could just sneak past the thing and grab some snacks........
Seeing as nobody was trying to keep an eye on her, she quietly slipped away from the group, keeping an eye out for any other scary people. And her bear. Especially that.
Turning a corner, she spotted her goal; The snack machine.
Merrily making her way down the hallway, she failed to notice the number of tossed and broken bodies, blood splatters, heavy objects laying around, and of course the large, muscled monster responsible for most of this.
Ironically enough, it failed to notice her humming, skipping, or smell her at all.
Stopping at the still intact snack machine, she looked into it, trying to decide which she wanted. Doritoes, cheetoes, cheese its, Lays, the choices went on.
It was then she realized something. She had no change. She could barely reach the buttons to make her selection! And her tummy was rumbling......
Another, lower rumble, got her attention. Looking into the glass, she saw a reflection..... A big one.
Turning around she found the Bully...
Walking right towards her. Correction, running. Bellowing. And looking all around angry.
Shreiking, she moved out of the way, and just in time, as the Tank brought it's fist into the glass of the snack machine. It bellowed again before altogether calming down. Snorting, it turned away and slowly made it's way back down the hallway.
Blinking, Dahlia wondered why the heck it had done that. Was it hungrey too? Did it hate glass? Was it just being nice? She would never know. But now she had her snacks!
She picked a bag of Cheese-Its, opened it, and found a nice overturned shelf to sit on as she ate her snacks.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 6, 2010 17:02:10 GMT -5
“Mr. Luigi, there’s a tank down that hallway. Go on then.”
Said teenager looked back from the molotov to the hallway where the abomination was located. Resentment coursed through him and he crossed his arms, frowning. He wasn’t about to risk his life because the Director told him to.
“I’ve got an even better idea!” Luigi said sarcastically as he took the molotov and, instead of pocketing it, held it towards the Director. “How about you go startle the tank while I hang out back here?” He glanced over at Rae. “Or you can get Rae to do it. New survivors have to play bait sometimes right?”
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The Director
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Post by The Director on Apr 6, 2010 18:03:19 GMT -5
There had not yet been a moment where Director understood that ever-reckless boy’s reasoning. “You do realize,” he explained patiently, “that I am approximately thirty years your senior.” He made no move to take the molotov, instead taking a moment to readjust his sunglasses. “I did give you the option of passing the task to Miss New Girl, if you recall. I merely assumed that you would wish to be the hero once more.”
It was around that moment that he felt something was missing. Following an instinctive procedure, the always-alert businessman did a head-count. Paulie was still around, as was Missi. Reilly was still off, silent at the group’s outskirts. Luigi and New-Girl were both right in front of him...Director tensed. Not good. “Where is Miss Dahlia?”
A fierce, angry roar echoed down the hallway, accompanied by ground-shaking footsteps and what sounded to Director like a very faint track of ominous music. Deciding that action would probably be better than waiting for someone else to move, the man quickly plucked the molotov from Luigi’s fingers and jogged down the hallway.
Strangely enough, even as he approached the corner, the sounds were fading. By the time he reached the bend, all he could hear was the low snorting the idle beast made. Slowing to a halt, he silently peered around the corner and gave the hall a circumspect look; it seemed to be devoid of all life, save one Dahlia atop a overturned shelf.
“Miss Dahlia?” he inquired, spotting the smashed vending machine and the bag of Cheese-Its in her hand. “What happened?”
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 6, 2010 18:18:04 GMT -5
Okay, I hate this 'Director' guy already. Rae thought.
“Or you can get Rae to do it. New survivors have to play bait sometimes right?”
That made Rae hate the idiot in green.
She narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? You, a person I don't even know, expect me to go and be bait for that gorilla on steroids? Uh, no."
Rae paused for a moment. Wasn't there a little girl here a few seconds ago? She then heard a crash and a roar close by.
Of fucking course.
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Post by Dahlia Breaker on Apr 6, 2010 18:42:19 GMT -5
As Dahlia finished her snack, she heard the voice of Mr. Director. Directed at her.
“What happened?”
What happened? She got hungry, that's what, and nobody was doing anything at all. Just arguing.
"I got hungry, Mr. Director! And then the Bully smashed the glass to the vending machine. I don't think he likes seeing himself."
Tossing her garbage in the can, she walked over to the Director, the nine-year old not worried in the least bit. The Bully didn't seem to worried, but then again, nothing was getting its attention.
"Sooo...... Are we going to go find the crying lady now?" Was the first question out of her mouth, her face innocent and hopeful.
It was then that the Bully growled loudly. Not angry sounding, but rather of surprise.
"Ummmm.... I think we should go before he gets mad."
Not waiting for her superior, she immediatly scurried back to the group, the new girl seeming to have taken notice.
But not Luigi...........
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Post by Reilly Alexander on Apr 23, 2010 18:38:17 GMT -5
Reilly normally wasn’t a silent sort of guy, but throughout everything, his mind had drawn a blank. Numb, he tottered after his teammates on their quest for molotovs, then a shotgun. In the back of his mind, he passed it off as a slight crash, or possibly withdrawal. Unfortunately, he didn’t have enough in his supply to use on such minor setbacks, so he let himself simply go with the flow.
A few minutes later, as his teammates argued over who wanted to play bait, Reilly felt his mind slowly flowing back. Even better, he spotted a little speck of light, the reflection from something plastic. Childishly curious, he shambled off for a little inspection. It turned out to be a tube of something; the label called it ‘adrenaline’. It wasn’t heroin, he thought, but it would probably come in handy.
As he pocketed the syringe and felt himself slowly returning to normal. The Australian blinked once, twice, then turned to his teammates and realized he had no idea what they were up to.
“‘Ey,” he said, shaking off the last remnants of drowsiness. “What’d I miss?”
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on Apr 26, 2010 17:35:54 GMT -5
“‘Ey, what’d I miss?”
Luigi turned to see a dark-brown haired, almost black man with blue eyes. He frowned as he spotted the brilliant cerulean. Looks like somebody is trying to compete with me for the bluest eyes.
The teen waved an absent-minded hand at the man. “No worries Australian dude,” Luigi informed him. “You just missed arguing and not working together. At the rate we’re going, we’re going to be left for dead.”
Brightening, he added, “My name’s Luigi!” he chirped, extending a hand. “Or Weegee if you want to call me that.” He frowned. “And the members of our team are: an assassin dude, a woman who smokes, a teenager-bipolar girl, a nine-year-old, a business man who thinks everyone should bow to his demands, and me, of course.”
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Post by Reilly Alexander on Apr 27, 2010 18:42:16 GMT -5
For each person pointed out, another name popped into Reilly’s mind. He could clearly recall Paulie and Director, the first two he’d met, and the others he could just place the names. There was Missi, little Dahlia, the ever-bubbly Luigi, and...
He blinked. The other girl, the teen one...He didn’t know her name. She must have shown up afterwards. Not too big an issue.
“Righ’ then,” he began, brushing his hands together anxiously. “Lesse if I got this.” He pointed to the woman first, then went down the line. “That’s Missi there, then the big guy’s Paulie, I remember meetin’ ‘im an’ Directah, then the lil’ shiela is Dahlia, an’ yer Louie. An’ then this shiela...” With a friendly smile, he stepped over and offered the teen a handshake. “Don’t think we’ve met. Name’s Reilly Alexandah.”
Turning back to the others for a moment, he wondered, “An’ while I’m at it, what are you blokes up to, anyway?”
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Rae Beckham
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Post by Rae Beckham on Apr 27, 2010 20:20:16 GMT -5
Rae blinked, having not noticed the man until he spoke up.
“Don’t think we’ve met. Name’s Reilly Alexandah.”
'Reilly' was a bit scruffy, but not much. He was young, about in his early twenties with messy dark hair and tanned skin. By his accent, he was obviously Australian.
And he was obviously a drug head.
Rae, hesitant at first, took his hand and shook it. "Rae, Rae Beckham."
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The Director
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Post by The Director on Apr 28, 2010 22:05:43 GMT -5
Wordlessly, Director let Dahlia walk back to the group without further question. The man spared a last glance down the hall towards a shadows hall, still periodically emitting frustrated snorting sounds, before following as well. He’d never heard of the Infected having any reaction to their reflections; that was a theory to be tested.
Surprisingly, a familiar face had popped up. Dear Reilly, the first survivor the businessman had found in the airport, had come back from vanishing off the face of the Earth. Fortunately, Hero-Boy and New-Girl seemed quite capable of handling re-introductions, and the Aussie hadn’t forgotten everything.
“Just as a suggestion, Mister Luigi,” Director intervened, taking a moment to take a seat and lean back against the wall, “next time you run introductions, whether to a previously-missing teammate or a stranger, names would be rather helpful. Furthermore, I don’t make demands. I simply make intelligent suggestions that you have no reason to disobey.”
The man barely hold back a smirk when New-Girl introduced herself, this time without the snarky comment. It was all he could do not to tell Reilly to forget the girl’s name.
“Anyway,” he continued, clearing his throat. “I’d like to find the bear and find some gas before the infection takes the country, so if you don’t mind...”
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on Apr 28, 2010 22:42:46 GMT -5
Austin Murphy was scrolling in the "abandoned" airport. Why he was walking in this once busy mini-city? He wasn't so sure himself, other than a random impulse he had. He thought he could steal a plane and fly over to Alaska. But since there weren't any planes, nor did he have the knowledge fly an aircraft, he abandoned the idea and now he's just raiding the food courts. Finding a box of Hershey bars, he grabbed all that he can and stuffed them in his vest. Upon looting the candy bars, he saw the gruesome site of a corpse with its stomach open and intestines hanging out. This made Austin somewhat green. Despite fighting four weeks of hell, he still wasn't use to the gore of war. Still, he kept his best to remain calm and smirked, "Well, I guess dinner has to wait."
He then swiftly moved and headed towards the direction where he thought he heard some survivors might be.
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Luigi Martin
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Post by Luigi Martin on May 2, 2010 20:05:56 GMT -5
“Just as a suggestion, Mister Luigi,”
The teen sighed as he faced the Director. He listened boredly as the man proceeded to rant at him about introductions or something like that. Why couldn’t the dude just shut up?
He didn’t acknowledge him as he snatched the molotov rather rudely from the Director’s hands and proceeded down the hallway. When he saw the lumbering tank and could hear its heavy grunting, he cocked his arm back and tossed the molotov. The tank roared furiously as fire instantly covered its entire body. Its head swung around just in time to see Luigi retreating.
“I hope you’re happy Director!” Luigi screeched as he hurtled past. “I was the bait, now you can deal with the tank!”
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Austin Murphy
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Post by Austin Murphy on May 2, 2010 21:32:33 GMT -5
“I hope you’re happy Director!” Luigi screeched as he hurtled past. “I was the bait, now you can deal with the tank!”
Down the hallway, Austin could hear some esculating comotion. The echoes of a roar, a slight shake in the ground, and the mention of a tank from a distant survivor was enough for the young zombie warrior to spring into action.
"Well, I guess this is my cue," muttered Austin as he prompted to switch the current 30 round maginzine with a 40 round mag of "explosive" ammo. It wasn't really explosive, but it was an experimental round that the military was devloping that caused the bullet to fragmate upon impact, causing a greater amount of damage than a standard FMJ round. He was quite lucky to find a box of it in an abandoned Army encampment. Now, he was going to use it on a hulking tank. While the whole clip won't kill the giant beast, it'll give him, and the survivors, an edge.
Prepared, the battleharden man ran towards the position of the survivors. Upon arriving, he note who he was helping: A well-dressed man who could be a businessman or a bureacrat, a teenager who he might of seen before, a female who was the same age as the teenage boy, a young girl, another man that seems to be a drifter, another larger man who could be a bodyguard or something, and another slightly older female. Just ahead of the group, he could see a flaming tank making a bull charge at the survivors. Austin took note of the weapons that the rag-tag group had.
"I don't think that's going to be enough firepower," he muttered. He then ran closer to the group and shouted, "Hey, flaming giant ugly mother of shit! Come and get me!" He then opened fire on the tank, releasing his furious ammo upon the large monster.
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