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Post by Trist on Mar 4, 2009 0:30:10 GMT -5
It had been nearly four hours since they had escaped. Trist breathed heavily, his shirt spattered with blood. He had taken up a holding at the old school, it was the only place he could find when it all started to unravel around him. He tried to keep his composure, the voice for him had been silent for days no but was starting to retrieve its foot hold. Back pressed against a door on the second floor, Trist kept hoping he would find someone he knew soon.
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Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 0:39:37 GMT -5
"what do you mean this was my fault? All I did was wake up in some room. You can't blame me... oh hush." The monk walked through the school, looking from room to room slowly. He had been walking around the area when he heard an explosion of some kind and went to look for a better vantage point. The only place he could find was a small hill, and yet that failed to provide him the sight he needed. He heard screaming and hoots and hollering, and then a mass rushing towards him. The small falcon warned him with a short cry and swopped down close to him. He turned and raced after the bird towards the nearest building. He ended up leaving that one after finding a missing wall and made it to the school. Since that moment, nearly an hour ago, the falcon continued its shrieks at him. "fine, lets just see if there is a good place to hold up for now. Maybe some others made it in here too.."
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Post by Trist on Mar 4, 2009 0:43:34 GMT -5
Trist pressed hard against the door, he knew he had been followed by one of them. He could here the guy outside the door, in essence he was only timing the right moment. Trist had already dealt with two of these people now and knew they would never stop until they could no longer breath.
"You know you want to let me in," Jace called to him but Trist ignored the offer for right now it was not the place nor the time for even the most remote discussion.
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Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 0:56:32 GMT -5
The voices echoed in the hall as he paused for a moment. His eyes darted over to the falcon, who quickly went silent as well. He bent down and walked silently through the hall, sounds became louder as he neared one of the opened rooms. He stopped, pressed himself against the wall next to the door and peered around the jam inside to see two stacking beakers and burners and a large steel barrel together. He could make out a body in the corner, blood still dripping out of the eye sockets. He eased back from the door and started to move away. "Hey! Get back here you crazy little scamp, you." He had enough time to look to the falcon before one of the men came into the hall way and turned to him. The jumpsuit was soaked with blood, a few patches of orange where it was still dry and untouched showed on his shoulders. A jagged piece of iron bar held in one hand, the other clutched a longer piece of all thread. "well, look at you. I think you'd be perfect... ha.. ha.. ha.."
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Post by Chains on Mar 4, 2009 1:33:13 GMT -5
It would be inadequate to say Chains walked through the hallways of the abandoned school. In truth, he swept through them as if driven by a storm at his balk, stalking down the corridors with almost feverish intensity. His eagerness was outwardly hard to detect. Other than his rapid and powerful stride, he kept his hunger locked down tight beneath the dark wells of his eyes. He permitted himself the smallest of whip-curl smiles across his features, but even that was tamped down. Muted. Held in check. Waiting. Something was here. Something was happening in these moldering halls. He could smell blood and he could smell fear and he could smell all the things that delighted him so. Finally, finally, finally, he thought. It was the tempo to which he kept up his immense speed. Finally, finally, finally. He wasn’t even breathing hard when he rounded a nondescript corner and came suddenly up behind a rather familiar looking man and his rather insolent bird
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Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 2:04:46 GMT -5
The crazed man lifted one of the iron bars to bring down on the monk. He felt his knees bend and his vision started to go fuzzy. His left foot slid across the floor and stopped next to the man, his right hand dropped to his waist. His body twisted slightly and his hand shot up and contacted the man's nose as he let out a quick yell. He brought his arm back down to his side and turned to face the other man as the first fell to the floor. His vision cleared, the man was on the ground. His face contorted and blood flowed from his nose. The other man inside stared at him for a moment, his face a look of amazement and anger. He slowly replayed what happened in his mind. An odd calm and strange comfort came from the movements. He could see the second man coming around the mixture of items on the table, lifting another bar to swing at him. His body twisted to one side as he dodged the attack. The second swing he dropped and spun around, bringing his leg out and swept the mans legs out from under him. The man stumbled back to his feet. The falcon swopped and clawed the mans eyes and flew off. the man stumbled back over the glass and broke it all. The monk grabbed the bar and stepped over the man and swung it as quickly as he could, nailed the man in his temple. He dropped the bar and started out of the room. He looked up at the person in the hallway, still replaying the most recent events in his head. "you again, I never caught your name at the bar..."
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Post by Chains on Mar 4, 2009 2:22:03 GMT -5
Chains had watched the struggle with a curious and impeccable degree of self-control. When the viciously sudden fight came to its bloody end (almost as quickly as it started it seemed) he let out his breath in a short hiss. Brushing past Monk, he darted to the body of the second man, the one that had taken the crowbar to the temple, and felt for a pulse. His greedy fingers detected the slow, uneven beats of the attacker’s heart. “People these days,” he said over his shoulder to the man and the falcon. “Especially in this city, just don’t know when to die, do they?” He shifted himself slightly over the limp form. Then paused, and looked up at Monk, like a humanoid vulture about to descend on its prey. “I remember a time when such a blow would kill. But now, it’s all impertinence, impertinence, impertinence. I mean, really.” He turned his attention back to the fallen man. One hand held the attacker’s chin still while the other, its fingers stiffened into claws, began to casually pry his left eye from its socket. The body twitched and shuddered. “Is it too much to ask? You and I, we do honest work. And we expect honest results.” The eye detached in a tangle of nerves. Chains gave a short, hard yank, and they snapped wetly, leaving him with a bloody lump of tissue. “When you land a blow to the temple as hard as you did and with the weapon you used, it’s common courtesy for the receiver to just give up the ghost so to speak. If you forgive me my over-used metaphors.” He began the same process again, this time with the right eye. The man’s twitching had become more violent now. His eyelids fluttered weakly, gore streamed down his face from the empty socket. Chains put a knee on his chest to hold him steady as he worked. “But no. They insist on being difficult.” The second optical nerve was tougher. Still pinning the man with his knee, Chains bent down over his victim and used his teeth to rip it free. The man moaned, deep in his throat—an inarticulate cry of pain. Chains wiped his mouth on his sleeve and placed both of the gore stained eyeballs on the man’s heaving chest. He re-arranged them for a few moments, turning them this way and that, and then satisfied, climbed to his feet. His victim was silently screaming. Chains put an end to it with a crushing blow to the larynx. Enough was enough for now. Better to savor the brevity of the moment than protract it for too long. Especially when he had company. He was smiling at Monk as he stepped forward, extending a bloody hand. “The name is Chains, my friend. Forgive me. I don’t believe I caught yours.”
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 4, 2009 2:39:23 GMT -5
For Johnny, the night had been where he wanted it to be: a quiet night without any problems, just strolling along Animus, uncovering it street by street with Veronica.
They were talking.
And they were laughing.
Life in a crazy world like this was where he needed it to be for a change.
And then all hell broke loose.
The crazies came from all directions.
Johnny held onto Veronica's hand as tights as he could as they fled for shelter.
Finally, they approached the school. Running up the steps to front doors, Veronica slipped.
The crazies were catching.
Johnny turned back and grabbed Veronica by her hand, as Veronica pulled out the old handgun she found at the bar and fired at him.
The bullet hit him in the cheek.
Veronica shrugged. "It would do."
Johnny pulled Veronica and led her inside the school.
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Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 2:45:30 GMT -5
He watched the other as he seemed to enjoy his work, unsure as to why he took out the eyes of the defeated man. He was surprised that the guy survived after the hit, but paid no mind to it. The entire fight played back in his head again, trying to figure out how come he didnt kill the second as quick as the first. you didn't surprise him, friend. that's why... ha..ha..haa He shook his head, clearing the voices, then returned his attention to the man infront of him. He bowed slightly and took the bloodied hand. "Chains? Interesting name..." he let out a small chuckle, " Thats because I never said it, you all seemed to be deep in previous conversation and I was enjoying my drink. Call me Monk. My true name has been long abandoned. That winged menace has no name either, I just call him falcon and he responds."
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Post by Chains on Mar 4, 2009 2:55:59 GMT -5
“Delighted, I am sure.” Chains retracted his hand, only then realizing that he had offered to shake in the first place. Something he hadn’t done in ages had come so naturally to him in the after-glow of his euphoria. He mentally shrugged. It mattered little. He felt aware in a way he hadn’t since he came to Animus. Aware and well and most definitely eager for more of the same. “Do you feel it too?” he asked Monk. “There’s something here that begs to be found and dreads to be discovered all at once. And it’s here. It’s close.” There was a noise from further up the corridor. Something, or several somethings, were moving around just out of sight.
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 4, 2009 3:03:07 GMT -5
Veronica and Johnny motioned down the halls and found the two men who were at the bar earlier.
As Johnny and Veronica neared them, they saw once of the crazies lying batter and motionless on the ground before them.
"What happened to him?" Veronica asked.
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Post by Tig on Mar 4, 2009 3:12:55 GMT -5
Blood. The scent of blood drew her. She felt something was off in the city, more so than it had been before. She glanced in the direction Johnny and Veronica had gone. Then she heard a gun shot. That perked her interest. She was about to go in that general direction, with a man lunged for her. She hissed at him, grabbing her knife. She stepped to the side, slashing downward, cutting open his throat. Then to make sure he was dead, she twisted his neck. She smirked as she heard bone shatter. Another lunged for her, but she didn't turn quickly enough, and she felt something stab her in the back. She spun around, slamming the knife into his eye. She pulled her knife free, watching with amusement as he fell.
She pulled the thing that was stabbed into her out of her back and tossed it aside. It hurt like hell, but she paid no attention to it, as her wound started to heal. She wiped the blade on her pants, to remove the blood, then she slid it back in the sheath in her back pocket. She made her way toward the school and slipped inside. She licked at her fingers, tasting the blood. Insanity made the blood taste different, more sweet. "Mm." She moved down the hallway, to find Johnny and Veronica.
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Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 3:20:45 GMT -5
"call me crazy, but I truly don't know. He attacked, he died, his buddy didnt fare any better." He used one foot to roll the body over. A number barely showed through the blood. He shook his head as he let the body roll back over. He returned his attention to Chains. "I may not be as tuned to this place as you are, but I know this is a bad spot to be in. Whatever it is, Im not exactly looking forward to this discovery you speak of. But lets find out what it is, shall we?" He glanced to the others as the falcon landed on his shoulder. "Guessing y'all will join us?"
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 4, 2009 4:04:56 GMT -5
Trying to forget what she had done right before they walked in, Veronica turned away from the body.
Johnny didn't know what to do. There was use fleeting, because wherever they hid, the crazies were bound to find them. If he could arm himself, Johnny would fight back.
... The gym.
Johnny walked past the others and entered the gym at the end of the hall.
Johnny came out a in a minute later with a bow and a whole lot of arrows.
Approaching the others, Johnny shrugged.
It'll do...
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Post by monk on Mar 4, 2009 4:15:01 GMT -5
He smirked as the man came back armed with bow and arrows. you know how to use those, y'know. why not get some for yourself. hes got the right idea, theres going to be need for it, or you can fall back on your other skills. He shook his head again and rubbed his forehead. This voice was not helping, but it had its points. He thought of going to get another set, but thought better of it. Instead, he started down the hall, stopping at one of the doors, kicked it open, pulled out a broom and took off the brush end. "whatever is going on, might as well get going now. If they find us, we might as well find some better place to stay then a hallway." he shot a glance back to the others, "i know not your names, but you may call me Monk, this birdy goes by falcon."
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