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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 10, 2013 10:44:27 GMT -8
"I have one." He stares at the building thoughtfully, and then draws it. It will be dark in there. He wondered, vaguely, if there was really something awful in there. He honestly wasn't sure but people were so thorough. Then again, what did they hope to get out of a police station? Who needs nonlethal weapons and bulletproof vests? He doubted that most of them knew there was heavier stuff there, but why use it? "...I can go first, if you do not mind." He offers, though Patti was a better shot and probably a better pointman. He hoped it wasn't one of those horrible nightmare ghosts.
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 10, 2013 12:32:28 GMT -8
Ben- "I'm all set for now." Ben had his flare-on-a-stick, and a couple of spares, some duct tape, and a knife hanging from his belt. Oh, and a bottle of water and some snacks too. Not a utility belt quite yet, but maybe one day!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 10, 2013 12:32:40 GMT -8
Tyrone- "Knock yourself out, brotha. "
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 10, 2013 18:51:16 GMT -8
Patti raised the pistol to waist level and reached forward to pull the door open with her left hand. The glass of the doors was riddled with bullet holes, but hadn't completely fallen out. The door swung freely open and Patti stepped in once she knew the others were close on her heels. The smell wasn't so strong anymore, but the floor was twelve kinds of hideous, since none of the larger carnivores had gotten past the doors to clean the corpses. In fact, here and there, a dead rat hung from an eye socket or ribcage. The decay had advanced to the point of liquefaction in many cases and dark, hideous rings outlined the skeletal remains. Several slumped bodies didn't show such severe decay. As if in explanation, a few lifted their heads, leering at the invaders with ravenous hunger.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 10, 2013 19:18:27 GMT -8
A severely rotted man rises from the floor, carrying a billyclub in one hand, and the other, less rotten, lifts an empty gun towards them. CLICK CLICK CLICK. Empty. In the other hand, in a literal deathgrip, is held the other billy club. It is hot with decay and death and many who died without the benefit (or curse) of undeath in the entrance. Ashley was slow to draw his weapon, but realized that the zombies both were unable to aim, and also had no bullets soon enough. They were all out...so far. Maybe they just pulled mindlessly for as long as they were able. One of the others flailed its billyclub around blindly, and Ashley used his crowbar to brain the offender. He was glad they were too rotted to identify, he closed his eyes so that he wouldn't have to read their names. They were just...undead now. Let none be Mannheim.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 10, 2013 19:23:50 GMT -8
Patti walked towards a staggering corpse, teetering as it tried to get to its feet, or foot as the case was. She swung her hammer at its head, but it tottered back into the wall and out of the path of her weapon. Instead of a clumsy reversal, she followed the hammer to the left, kicking a leg behind her to fell the zombie. She used the momentum of the Death Stick to turn herself back around. Energy diffused, she hauled back again and finished the zombie as it tried to clamber back up.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 10, 2013 19:25:13 GMT -8
Tyrone- "Don't bother, nasty." He clubbed another one of the creatures in a hurry, and stepped aside to make room for others to move.
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 10, 2013 19:32:06 GMT -8
Ben- "Eugh..." Ben stepped in behind the others, took one look at the putrefaction, and put a scarf over his mouth and nose. Wouldn't do anything against the smell, but he counted on it keeping splatter of vile fluids from entering his mouth. Safety goggles might have been a good idea too, but he didn't want to hamper his vision even a little. Had to watch out for ghosts!
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Mar 10, 2013 19:43:42 GMT -8
Two more appeared on the far side of the bullet proof glass that encased the duty desk/"reception" area. Their bodies slapped against the glass and they pounded their hands and bodies and faces against, as if there was any hope of them tearing the thing down. Impact marks were visible on the thick material, where bullets had clearly struck it, from both directions. Patti quickly assessed that they weren't an immediate threat and turned back to the room. She was pretty sure she heard something in the elevator, or maybe the stairwell that was right next to it. She ran to the stair door and tried to open it. She wasn't sure what kind of electronic lock the thing had had before, but it wasn't opening anymore, at least not from this side. She put an ear against it to try and pinpoint the sounds.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 10, 2013 20:06:53 GMT -8
Tyrone- "Where to, Ashla?" He spoke quietly.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 11, 2013 20:02:01 GMT -8
"Um, down this hall, we have to go to the end, there's a bunch of lockers. I have to grab something, and then we have to go East...it will have at least some of the stuff we need." He looked anxious, and Tyrone had noticed he seemed to lack his usual intensity as he worked. Indeed he seemed outright concerned about being here for some reason. "Let's go...the locker room...will have the bullet proof vests." He closed his eyes for a moment, and then swayed on his feet, almost imperceptibly, catching himself with a subtle slide. "I...can try to crowbar the stairwell later...there is a parking garage under there..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 11, 2013 20:44:30 GMT -8
Tyrone- "Right on." Tyrone let other people operate torches and kept a ready grip on his cudgel. He moved carefully in the dark space. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his head.
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 12, 2013 1:21:40 GMT -8
((I didn't see anyone lighting a flare, so maybe it's not dark enough to be necessary?)) ((GM NOTE- I didn't know if Ben's wielding of the stick meant he'd lit it or not, maybe a reading comprehension fail on my part. Nonetheless, a good idea for at least one person to light it up. Ghosts can appear in a hurry.)) Ben- "I'll cover the rear." Ben lit his flare-on-a-stick to provide some additional light in the gloom, and also to have it ready in case of ghost. But he was well aware that they'd eventually run out of flares entirely if they used them every time they went out to explore a building.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 12, 2013 12:03:48 GMT -8
"There are a lot of flares in the supply rooms..and uh...high power flashlights, radios and stuff...Their locks won't work but I can open them with the crowbar if I need to." He says grimly, trying not to look at anything he didn't need to. His olive skin seemed unusually pale, and he sweated profusely in the darkness, the flare casting an eerie sheen on his skin. "...They should be on this floor too."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 12, 2013 13:11:38 GMT -8
((Hey who was GMing? We need a monster?))
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