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Post by solavalance on Apr 10, 2006 19:10:25 GMT -5
December 12th, 1998.
Today we were ambushed. Only half of the workers live now. Only a week ago the science experiments some how escaped their cages and such. The week before the incident. One of their top elite. Were whispering about their newest human project. The side effects have been taken away(whatever that may mean). The electrical system has been shot down. And the back up generater has been swarmed with the infected occupants. Our chance of survival is slim to nil. I do hope SHE is alright..... She didn't treat anyone without the utmost respect.
Alex Johnson
December 13th, 1999
Alex has died along with the others. Only one was not turned. His body was ravaged with pure savagry. The second chance to ask for forgiveness has passed me by. My last phone call was over three months ago. A discussion with an old collegue, wondering if I would like to join him. The offer was actually much better then Umbrella's at the moment. Now stuck in the safe house. Well the upper area of the complex. A mansion almost. It was designed as a Military bunker but was refashioned by Umbrella Corp. Perhaps pouring my thoughts in this might elevate my bordem and to not also suffer of insanity. The rough location of where we are is desolate. We are far from any civilized area. Somewhere in China. I can't for the life of me remember the actual name. The house has a seperate generator then the underground labratory. This was reconstructed before the Spencer Mansion. The entire area considered private property. Anyone was shot on sight. Thank god for communist bastards in power(sarcasm). I hear a helicopter coming. They won't be able to return. The gasoline will freeze..... They will be forgotten.
-S.Wong
(( Only members of the U.B.C.S may be present. And the mysterious person. If you choose to participate. I would like a entirely new character to be used. Let's call this.... a prequel to everything we have done as of yet.
The character will have their past history etc. But they must have some use for the team. EXAMPLES: Leader, Field Medic, Gunslinger, and so on. ))
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Post by solavalance on Apr 10, 2006 19:23:26 GMT -5
The dark world engulfed the shadow cloaked figure. The bright spot light blinded by the snow picked up by the Helicopter's proprellers. ' The moronic fools'. The U.B.C.S, in other words they were the thugs of the company. U.B.C.S stood for Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. Which was lead by Hunk. No last name... strange but many of them were criminals, ex-police officers, previous members from the Secret Service, S.W.A.T trained professionals. The best were chosen to create this team. And few stood in their way. But they had no real information of this place. Who knows what their agenda actually might be. It could be a simple serach and rescue mission. The figure turned a corner and went upstairs. ' Might as well change' the person thought.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 10, 2006 21:19:46 GMT -5
Finally the flying machine settled down onto the concrete covered snow. A group of six exited the helicopter. Including the pilot. Soley in pure black, their wepaons were semi-automatic rifles. Death would be impending.
The lone person was dressed in a blood red shirt, and black form fitting pants. A cropped cut leather jacket, the hood lined with grey-white fur. Mountain looking black boots. A thigh holster with a Glock 17 Handgun in it. A few of 9mm clips in thheir pocket. " Guess I should entertain them" murmured a soft and low sounding voice. The person's hood up. Their face shrowded in mysterious darkness. Already walking down the stairs to the front foyey.
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Post by portea4 on Apr 10, 2006 22:01:52 GMT -5
Jason stepped out of the helicopter after he turned it off. He looked around and then he went back inside and got his rifle. He wondered what was going to happen. 'So what is this? Why did I join this group? I should of stayed a way...This bores me.' Jason thought as he waited for the rest of the team to come out. Jason was tired of this team and he wanted to quit but he held on and waited for something big to happen.
Jason could easily loose interest in about anything. He always wanted action and he wanted some kind of adventure. He liked to do things that thrilled him and he didn't like to just sit in one place. Jason always had to move and do something to keep him active. He wasn't the type of person to sit around and watch TV all day. He would usually go out and go run or something.
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Post by V on Apr 10, 2006 22:15:56 GMT -5
"Ahh..." The Frenchman stated with an accented voice, stretching and emerging from his seat. "It's about time..." He grabbed his rifle that was leaning against the side, and strapped in his Glock 18, burst pistol. It was strapped to a holstier attached to his leg. Finally, he grabbed the medical pack he had brought with him. It was about the size of a backpack you would bring to school, filled with medical supplies; Gauze, first-aid spray, medical tape, etc. After tying the laces on his boots, he hopped off the helicopter too. "Heehee. The mountain..she is tres cold..." He stated aloud.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 10, 2006 22:31:08 GMT -5
The oak double doors were opened. Swinging off to the sides the clothed figure standing in the doorway, gun pointing to the group that were exiting the helicopter. Slowly walking until about fifteen feet from them. A fair distance but not enough to fully know recognize this hooded human. The voice was clearly female. " It's best to state your business" she said to them. She was of a medium height. 5'8 without her black hikinh boots on. She was also quite slender as well.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 11, 2006 22:29:23 GMT -5
Their leader exited the helicopter. Leaving a member or two within the back. The young lady across from them was hardly a threat. ' Must be a maid or somethign of the sort.... then again they don't get paid that well for what she is wearing' thought the dark haired man. The semi-automatic rifle being grasped within his two hands. his black outfit insilated but for not much heat. " Miss just go back inside and you won't find yourself dead out here" he said in a monotone voice.
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Post by portea4 on Apr 11, 2006 22:38:06 GMT -5
Jason held his rifle in one hand and let the top part of it lean on his solider. He looked around and saw the lady. His face kept serious even though he wanted to laugh. So we are going to go here to fight a young lady? He thought while keeping a straight face. Jason just continued to stare at the woman. He didn't ask questions or anything. He just stood there waiting for orders from their leader.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 11, 2006 22:44:52 GMT -5
" Please you'll be lucky enough to last half an hour now. At least I could survive a couple of hours in my clothing" she countered. She slipped the gun into it's holster on her thigh. She pulled back her hood enough to show a pale like face. Thin black eye liner, lushish pink lips and of course purple eye shadow, but lightly done. Bright blue-grey eyes staring at then. Strands of black hair falling into her face. She turned around and then entered the house. Just walking away from the group of men... and possibly women. For she did not know if there was on their team.
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Post by V on Apr 11, 2006 23:00:38 GMT -5
Loiselle scratched his head, as the woman departed. "Crazier than escargot." He said smugly. "She pulled the gun on us. Then say we won't last thirty minutes. What is this about, sir?" He turned to his leader, obviously demanding an answer. He chuckled, lighting a cigar he had concealed in his belt, as well as the lighter. He it with his lips, and puffed it. "Maybe we should teach her that it only polite to respond in kind, no?" He stated again, his voice a bit morphed from cigar in his lips.
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Post by B on Apr 12, 2006 1:51:49 GMT -5
Hunk shook his head then turned to Loiselle. "Dont think anymore of that, besides, we have work to do, not baby sit." He commented as he scanned the building closely. 'Bring back survivors.. That sounds like a waste of talent.' He thought as he waited for his team to get ready.
(Bit of a WB.)
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Post by solavalance on Apr 12, 2006 20:57:01 GMT -5
Walking up to the second floor once again. Her mountain boots were replaced by pointed toed high heeled boots, going up to her knee and just ending. Then sitting on a fabric covered bench. Tapping on a few keys, the video survelliance once again operational. The outer lights on. Their blinding brilliance lighting a 50ft. area. Many of the other camera's were destroyed on the lower levels. But there was enough to gather enough. It seemed some of the workers had found a safe haven. ' It's only been a week since the incident had really began' she thought to herself.
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Post by portea4 on Apr 12, 2006 21:16:18 GMT -5
"Ready." Jason said. "...Sir." He never liked calling anyone Sir. It meant that they had authority over him and he didn't like that even if it was true. He only said to Hunk because Jason didn't know much about the man and the man seem like the best out of the group to him. He didn't want anything bad to happen to him...that was all. 'Jason Favier Jaax...You hate saying sir.' He thought.
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Post by solavalance on Apr 12, 2006 22:49:54 GMT -5
Flipping a red switch, the speakers crackling. " Come inside before the cold kills you all. the temperature is -48 degrees Celsius. And you will have a much better chance of survival inside the complex" she had announced to the men and women. Taking a look at one of the television sets. The U.B.C.S were awfully bold in the white snow floating around them.
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Post by B on Apr 12, 2006 22:54:37 GMT -5
Hunk set out his hand to stop the group. "I dont trust her. Keep your guns high and your eyes and ears alert. "Jason, you come with me. The rest of you wait here until we tell you it's ok. If you dont hear from us or hear gunshots, find cover immediately." Hunk ordered as he held up his gun and cautiously walked towards the door.
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