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Post by Jo on Dec 24, 2006 0:36:22 GMT -5
" That would be..... the I.D of Ada. One of our old researchers. She was lucky, she got transfered to the Spencer Mansion before this incident" she replied. This woman was obviously no asian beauty. but a caucasion woman maybe late thirties, mousy brown hair. Approximately 5'10, 165 pounds. " And this woman is a complete mystery to me. And I have a photographic memory" she said.
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Post by B on Dec 24, 2006 0:44:04 GMT -5
"Well whoever this is they had one hellava escape plan.." Hunk said sarcastically. He then stood up. "Did you find anything?" He asked curiously. Every single one of these people are researchers. What happened to all the gaurds, surely they had some in such a biohazardous place. Hunk shifted his head from side to side only to shrug thinking that it didn't matter.
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Post by Jo on Dec 24, 2006 0:47:41 GMT -5
" An access code for something.... it seems like a safe code. Odd I never seen a safe in here before. Maybe it's hidden" she was carrying on the conversation with herself just thinking up all the possibilities. " And I also found a ring of keys with numbers one them. Thats about it" she replied back to hunk. " Surprising that none of the security guards weren't one fo these men. But most likely their two floors down in the station" she said, but that statement wasn't directed to anyone.
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Post by B on Dec 24, 2006 0:53:19 GMT -5
"It seems we were both wondering about the guards. I think there was a number on the other door. Maybe we should check it." Hunk said, exiting the room they blew into. Surely enough the door had the number "8" on it. "I guess we're just lucky. I wonder if the others have found doors with numbers. If so then they might not be able to get much farther without having to turn back." He said to no one specific.
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Post by Jo on Dec 24, 2006 1:00:11 GMT -5
Riddle walked out of the room and joined Hunk. Looking at the keys and found number eight. She opened the numbered door to see a set of stairs. " I guess we should go back and look for your comrades now" she supplied and looked back at the corridor then started to walk back after closing the door.
(And now we wait for the others in this roleplay... )
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Post by D on Jan 14, 2007 13:31:52 GMT -5
"What the hell is that?" Jason asked his comrade. He readied his gun and waited. The figure slowly walked towards them. He still couldn't see its face, or what it was for the matter. Although it looked like it was human, Jason had a bad feeling about it. "Just like the horror movies..." He sighed, waiting for the thing to come closer.
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Post by V on Jan 24, 2007 1:11:28 GMT -5
Loiselle watched as the figure entered the light. the sight of it was enough to make the Frenchman gasp, and only the torso of the creature was in the light. "Zut Allorz!" He quickly said, as the light from his gun began to raise. "What the hell is this thing?" The flashlight arrived upon it's head. The head seemed to be have been cleaved from one cheek to the other, meaning it had no lower face. The eyes were a clear crystal color, and blood stained every inch of him. He began to inch back. "Stay away! Don't come any closer!" It didn't listen, only moaned. "I'm warning you, stay back!" It still advanced. "Damn it..." Loiselle focused the yellow guide light on his to cover the upper leg of the zombie, then fired. A round was expelled, the empty shell hit the floor with a clink. The bullet had entered the leg, there was even a hole in it. But the creature didn't care. It only stopped it for maybe a second at most, before it began its advance again. "Uhhh...what should we do?!"
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Post by B on Jan 24, 2007 18:10:50 GMT -5
A gun rose right behind Loiselle and fired. The zombie went down as the bullet had peirced it's head. Hunk put his handgun back in it's holster and gripped the smg that was strapped around him. "If something is obviously dead and coming after you dont stand there as if it were your buddy. Also, you two should have listened to Riddle when she was telling us about these." He more lectured before staying quiet. He walked forward, gently stepping over the re-dead human near a door with a number. Taking out the heavy set of keys he began to search through them, looking for the correct number.
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Post by D on Jan 25, 2007 0:12:57 GMT -5
"Heh, sorry..." Jason shrugged and maintained his calmness. There were monsters that could kill him, but he wasn't really that worried. If he died, he died, and if he lived, he lives. It was as simple as that to him and he could simply laugh at the face of death. He believed that death was nothing compared living in a world were there is constant suffering and struggles, but then again he loved living.
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Post by Jo on Feb 17, 2007 0:11:04 GMT -5
Taking out her handgun, Riddle walked slowly over to the decaying body. Pointed the weapon at it's head then pulled the trigger. " We have to make sure no Crimson Heads appear" she breathed. " Crimson Heads are exactly like regular 'zombies' yet they would eventually rise again. The next time much more resilient" she informed the small knit group. " Want me to repeat what I have already stated previously" the lady asked the other two, more unfamiliar, men.
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Post by V on Mar 1, 2007 20:41:03 GMT -5
"Well if I wanted to be sassed like that, I would have brought my wife." Loiselle countered, studying their guide. "She'd be easier on the eyes too, hehee." He then shifted his attention to Hunk who seemed to be struggling with the keys. "Almost done there, Captain?"
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Post by B on Mar 1, 2007 22:57:19 GMT -5
Hunk didn't answer straight away, he was still fumbling with the large ring of keys. "There must be like 40 keys." He mumbled. 'Which leads me to believe this place is much bigger than it seems.' He thought with a silent sigh. Finally a key worked and the door opened. Hunk held up his gun and entered. There was no zombies or anything in here. The only things seemed to be some repillians in test tubes. "Dont touch anything." He said, making sure he doesn't let them go.
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Post by D on Mar 2, 2007 2:22:53 GMT -5
Jason grunted at what Hunk said and he continued to follow. The floor seemed slimy and slippery. He looked down and his eyes widened. The ground was coated with a thick, green-ish goop. Squish, Squish, Squish. He squatted and took his finger and touched it. He rubbed it with his gloved hands and smelt it. "Disgusting...absolutely disgusting." He looked up at the ceiling and pointed his flash light. Whew, nothing there, he thought and he continued on. "Ma'am, what is this we are stepping on?"
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Post by Jo on Mar 2, 2007 22:55:02 GMT -5
" My educated guess would be a mixture of blood, intestine content, entrails, saliva and possibly a very rapidly decayed body that may have been liqiudified" she answered the much more polite man. She chose to ignore the earlier comment for the sake to continue on, otherwise that wise cracking frenchman would be eating escargo from a straw. Riddle had chosen a few select places that did not contain such disgusting slime to step on.
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Post by B on Apr 16, 2007 18:26:33 GMT -5
Hunk walked up to Riddle and tapped her on the shoulder. He caught on to something then without letting her talk he pulled her off back into the previous room to speak in private. "I know we're not here to rescue just any ol' survivor, there's someone specific here isn't there? I know in a biohazard such as this the escape of this knowledge would jeapordize Umbrella. Now tell me what we're really searching for or else we may "pass it" by "accident"" Hunk was certainly no fool. He's been a hired hand for Umbrella long enough to know what they're capable of and Umbrella trusts him by his greed and passion for duty.
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