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Post by citizenmike on Jul 30, 2009 15:39:38 GMT -5
Chapter 8: The Breakout Rules:1. Play-by-post rules apply. 2. Chapter 8 is open to all Animus residents; this is gonna be a free for all, folks! 3. All new players must first write a room four awakening prior to joining the play-by-post 4. Have fun!
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 30, 2009 15:56:58 GMT -5
From where Chapter 7: The Forgotten 404 Left Off...
Johnny held Veronica's hand as they ran towards the mall. The clear path was slowly being over run on all sides with soldiers.
Johnny approached one of the soldiers and knocked him on the jaw with a good punch. Johnny motioned down to take the soldier's weapon as the rest began firing at them. Johnny took Veronica into his arms and cradled her as he motioned towards the mall.
Looking back at all the soldier's Veronica took the soldier's riffle off Johnny's arm and began to fire; the recoil from each fire jerked Veronica's body backwards. Johnny did his best to hold onto Veronica until the recoil from the last shot jolted them so hard that Johnny tripped and fell right before the mall. Johnny rose quickly and held his hand out and assisted Veronica to her feet as two soldiers quickly pulled Johnny away from Veronica.
Dragging Johnny back, he screamed out, "Run Roth!".
Veronica stood there and turned her head; tears forming beneath her eyes.
Johnny fought himself off the soldiers grasp, took their gun and aimed it at Veronica. "Run, Roth! I swear if you don't go, I'm gonna shoot you. If I could do it once before, I can sure as hell do it again!".
Veronica remained where she was.
Johnny fired the gun at point blank as he cried out, "Please Roth, just fucking go!".
Veronica turned away and ran towards the mall as Johnny turned back to the soldiers and fought them off.
Johnny took the brunt of the riffle and shoved it into the head of one of the soldiers, as Johnny pulled the nuzzle against the one behind him and fired. Johnny turned the riffle over and began shooting down every soldier that came before him.
In the moments Veronica motioned before the front door to the mall, she turned her head back and witnessed the last of Johnny's bullets. Slowly pushing herself in through the doors, she watched as the soldiers piled over Johnny and restrained him.
In the silence of the hallowed malls, Veronica let out a scream and a cry of her own as she held onto doors, as she slowly sunk to her knees.
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Post by Trace on Jul 30, 2009 16:16:25 GMT -5
Trace looked down at Syl and Klaire. It felt a sense of sadness for them, having lost a friend. The screams of the dead had died down, but they were still whispering to him. He blocked out the ones that were not any use to him, instead listening to the ones telling him to go. Trace walked over to Syl and Klaire, and knelt down besides them.
"I know your upset Klaire," He said, in a compassionate tone that didn't sound right coming from his mouth, "but we need to get away, and we need to do it now. You dont want Deamon's death to be in vain do you?"
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 30, 2009 16:20:54 GMT -5
Veronica watched as the soldiers beat Johnny and took him away; staying where she was until they were all far from her view.
One way or another, she was going to get him back.
Veronica turned away from the door and paced up the escalator, and began to search for what she needed: a good weapon.
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Post by Tig on Jul 30, 2009 16:59:33 GMT -5
Phoebe saw the death of Daemon, the idiot just had to go and pin down the general. She didn't care. There was no humanity left in her, no compassion, no love, just hate.
Anya stayed there with Syl and Klaire, she felt bad that they lost a friend, but it was something she didn't know how to console. She was never good at the emotional aspect of life. The vampire made an attempt to comfort the two.
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Post by Jake on Jul 30, 2009 17:06:13 GMT -5
By this point, Klaire's emotional breakdown was more in response to the blood in the room than Daemon's death. She was saddened by it, of course, but she knew how to save mourning for later. On the other hand, blood was something that just generally scared the shit out of her, no matter the amount of it.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 31, 2009 0:13:30 GMT -5
Syl nodded at Anya and Trace, still fighting back tears as it tried to comfort Klaire. It sighed as it could sense how she was breaking down, and wished that it had done something to prevent this.
"Thank you," said Syl, "but Trace is right. We have to leave, now, as I don't want Mr. Big Man attacking us again or Klaire to see all this blood. As you can see, she's not really fond of it, to put it lightly."
It turned to Klaire, still fighting back tears. If necessary it would carry Klaire to the mall. Syl had limited physical strength, but if it was for a friend, it would do anything for them. It was good that Daemon's cloak and scythe were very light... almost weightless really, so they would have a negligible effect on Syl's flying speed.
"Miss Klaire, we should leave now," said Syl gently, "I have something to tell you once we get to the mall, and the sooner the better. So... please... we must leave this place, miss Klaire."
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 31, 2009 2:10:21 GMT -5
The Red General killed Daemon. Trace killed the Red General. Bremmen saw it from where he stood above the building. The shadow wielder evolved and developed superhuman powers.
"Oh well." The demon thought, climbing out of the building. "I guess I have to tell everyone back at camp that he's dead."
His expression was blank. Like he didn't care that two people died at the battle. Bremmen walked back all the way to camp alone, pondering how to break the sad news to the other soldiers.
"They killed him. The Nazi mutants slaughtered the poor general and I saw it!" He rehearsed his lines as he continued walking. "Oh what tragedy!"
He even tried practicing putting on a sad face to match his lines.
"You should tell them the truth Bremmen. Tell them that they're not in Germany and that the war's over." Arqus reasoned out with him. "Two people are dead already!"
Arqus felt bad for Daemon's early demise. He didn't even have time to get to know the boy.
"Oh shut up. They won't believe us anyway. They're all fixated with saving everyone from the Nazis." Bremmen talked back. "Sooner or later, they'd realize they're making a big mistake, they sit down and talk eventually. But for now, let them kill each other."
"You stupid evil demon! Let me out!" Arqus uttered, disgusted with Bremmen's plan. "Let me out now!"
"That's it, when we get to camp, I'll take something to drug you silly." The demon threatened.
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 31, 2009 7:14:40 GMT -5
The camp was located along the outskirts of the city, just right before the Crossroad. Despite the fact that he had stopped fighting, the soldier's continued to pile up and assault him; with the limbs and blunts of their riffles. He took their every blow without so much of a complaint or a scream...
Maybe they were lost...
Maybe something led them here, just like everyone else... But this was different.
Whatever it was, Johnny felt the force of their aggression. The only solace Johnny took was the sight of Veronica getting safety into the mall.
Inside the camp, Johnny was shoved into a tent. Johnny's open wounds stung against the bare of the ground. Trembling, Johnny pushed himself into a bed and lied down.
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Post by Jake on Jul 31, 2009 8:27:13 GMT -5
Klaire slowly rose to her feet, her eyes closed. She grabbed Syl's wrist, tugging on him in an attempt to communicate that she needed to be led to the window. If she opened her eyes, the blood on the walls would get the better of her.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 31, 2009 13:35:29 GMT -5
Syl nodded at Klaire and led her to the window. Upon reaching it paused, waiting to Trace and Anya to follow. While it knew the way to the mall, it preferred not to go alone. Trace and Anya were formidable fighters, while Syl was firm in its pacifism. Even if it could fight, it wouldn't, and this scythe would do nothing to change that.
Sure it made Syl look more dangerous, but it didn't remember using any melee weaponry in the past... just ranged stuff like gas bombs and throwing daggers. Hence, Syl knew that the scythe was useless to it in a fight, but decided to carry it in Daemon's memory.
"Trace, miss Anya, are you coming?" asked Syl, "I do not want to stay here with all this blood splattered all over the place."
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Post by Trace on Jul 31, 2009 13:41:03 GMT -5
"I do not want to stay here with all this blood splattered all over the place."
"I dont know, it makes things a bit more homely." Trace joked with a laugh. The voices of the dead were telling him to go, that more would be here soon. He'd learnt that while the majority of these voices were just causing him grief a select few of them were helpful at times.
"Yeah, lets go. You going to be okay leading her? She doesn't seem to want to open her eyes." Trace said, looking at Klaire.
"Talk about the blind leading the blind" One of the dead voices said.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 31, 2009 13:50:46 GMT -5
Syl glared at Trace as it led Klaire out of the building by the window and gestured with its free hand for Trace and Anya to follow. Quite frankly, Syl was not overly fond of his fondness of violence, but made sure to keep it concealed beneath a concerned expression for Klaire.
"Miss Klaire would like to disagree with your views on blood," said Syl, "and yes, we must reach the mall as quickly as possible before someone shoots at us again. Don't worry; I'm fine leading her."
It looked around for any soldiers. Luckily, there were non in sight... at the moment. It worried Syl. What if they were concealed somewhere, waiting to strike when they let their guard down? Syl didn't have as much resistance to bullets as Bremmen or Trace. It made Syl edgy, made it want to make a run for it. Now.
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Post by Trace on Jul 31, 2009 14:02:52 GMT -5
"Don't worry; I'm fine leading her."
"Good to know." Trace said, leaping out of the window, using one hand on the window as support, and landing on the ground beneath.
Trace glanced at Klaire. There was something about her that intrigued him, something which he couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was just her irationable fear of blood, but he didn't think so. At the very least it would take some investigating.
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Post by Jake on Jul 31, 2009 14:17:00 GMT -5
The moment Klaire felt the windowsill on her hands, she opened her eyes, looking out the window and not daring to look behind her. She hollowed out her bones and positioned herself on the sill. A leap of faith proceeded, and wings shot out as she fell. Spreading them wide, she flew up to a decent height, listening to bullets whiz past her. A look of fear adorned her face.
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