Role Playing Thread !!!!

[FFJNSDKJNSDJSN. I told you all I run a business and am self employed. well it always seems to get in the way! asmdsakmdaksmd even though i have this page bookmarked as a qquick link i keep forgetting to just check it quickly xD'

also YA ANNA. YOU GO GIRL :>]

I'm going to give Raven a little more time to post and then I'm going to go.

How?

Chimerea, could you please post? I am starting to get antsy with all this waiting.))

[Might be best if we find a way to get Selt to meet up with our ragtag team]

Anna was shaking violently, knuckles turning white while her trigger finger threatened to fire another round into the floor. She took a few steps, the blackwatch guard limp on the floor for only a second before leaping back to life in a bloody rage. She could see his black eyes set deep into his head, as if he had been deprived of rest for months. His nightvision mask had long since abandonned she recalled. Now she prefered looking into those lifeless alien blue eyes of the mask, rather than the remorseless eyes of a feral killer.
Something steered Maxwell with a disturbing sense of determination. He slashed once, twice- again and again at Jean who for some reason lacked the faculty of mind to fire his weapon despite it being grasped firmly in his hands. Anna raised the rifle again. Her shoulder hurt from the recoil of the previous shot and aiming was difficult with a broken and splinted arm but she knew the pistols at her side weren't powerful enough to bring down an infected.

She stared down the ironsights, taking a deep breath before pulling the trigger. The round ripped through Maxwell's left shoulder- the first round went clean through his right thigh. She had gotten the man's attention that time. His head snapped into angle, black eyes meeting her terrified blue ones. Her finger was set to auto as she pulled the trigger again and again and again until it made a disappointing click noise over and over. Still Maxwell advanced on her, hellbent.
A crashing noise and automatic gunfire alerted her attention to the hunter that was ripping the living room to shreds, and a madman Alex going Akimbo on it. Her divided attention was her biggest mistake. She turned back to face Maxwell a second too late.
She felt the monster's gloved hands grip the burning barrel of the rifle, ripping it from her hands and tossing it aside, his other hand grasping her forearm. It all happened so quick and before she could break free, she felt the firery burn of mutated teeth sinking into her flesh. Anna screamed in unison with the Hunter that lay crippled in the other room from having 2 full clips emptied into it.
Just when it seemed like she might lose her arm altogether, Maxwell hissed and collapsed. Behind him stood Jean holding his firearm high- the * dripping with blood.
Why Jean didn't kill Maxwell was beyond her.
Why Jean wasn't shooting her was also confusing.

She was bitten. She was as good as dead. That thing's saliva had mixed with her bloodstream.

In a matter of hours she'd be laying waste to her comrades.

[1) I didnt kill Maxwell because that'd be godding. he's currently unconcious. Maybe give TUG a chance to bring in a new character. I imagine it won't be long before axwell does pass on though, considering he's now got more metal in him than Swartzy from terminator :p ]

((Chimerea, since Selt is wandering rather than with the group, want to try and arrange meeting another survivor (we can discuss things through email or site messages if you want to) so that I can have a character to play for when Maxwell finally dies? Maxwell is as good as dead as it is, so I might as well start making plans for another character. No real hurry though, I can get one, maybe two posts out of him, provided that no one else decides to put him out of his misery. The situation being what it is, I have no problem with anyone posting that they kill Maxwell.

That said, is there anyone have any suggestions for what sort of character would best fit into our little group? I do not want to make a character that will have a hard time * into what you all want to have happening and if any of you want a specific sort of character around to advance a plot idea, I will be more than happy to make such a character.))

Here is how I see things :
Jean = spy, jack of all trades, kind of a natural leader. Very egocentric however.
Markus = solider, heavy weapons, strong, tough, can drive tanks and helis. ECDU wants him however and that means he is some kind of priority target.
Alex = assassin, deadly, agile, concentrated. Needs support or efficiency is greatly reduced (like if we want his sniper to be great he needs concentration)
Ana = scientist/doctor, smart, knows of Gentek customs, can pilot a heli. Never used a gun however.

So we guys need to find another guy (girl maybe ?) with a role here...

((I forgot, who posts now?))

((If he has not posted by the end of today, I guess that means that I post.

Anything specific any of you want to have happen in my post?))

tug can you some how get selt involved and some how get rid of the hunter please ^_^

Since I guess Grond isn't going to post, whos next ?
Oh BTW we need someone who knows NY like the back of her hand. I said her because we need more female characters here X)

((Alright, I have come up with the basic idea for my new character, though I will be sticking with Maxwell for just a bit longer. When you guys get on the move again you can find my new character. If one of you wants to do it in one of your posts I can give you some information about her in a site message so as to not clutter up this thread with any more conversation. Okay, now on to to the post.))

The hunter, though brutal, was smart, and when it discovered that the group was putting up too much of a fight for its liking, it fled. Stumbling several times during its retreat as Jean and Markus continued to shoot it, the monster rushed out of the building and down an alleyway where it vanished from sight. With the hunter gone, the group began to take stock of the situation.

All in all, things looked pretty bad. They had discovered that conventional weaponry had little effect on the more advanced hunters, serving only as a deterrent rather than a way of dealing lethal damage to the creatures. Anna had been injured, bitten by Maxwell, and was obviously distraught.

And then there was Maxwell himself.

Markus had been able to find some duct tape, and the whole roll was used to bind the still unconscious Maxwell, since, for some inexplicable reason Jean was insisting that he be kept alive in the hope that a cure would be found. For Anna at least a cure might still have been an option and so the group planned their next move, a raid on whatever Blackwatch or Gentek facility they could locate to acquire a sample of BloodTox to see if it actually would work to treat the infection. Possibly, the plan was to first test the substance on Maxwell and then, depending on its results, Anna would be treated.

For Maxwell, any form of cure was likely to be useless. If he had been human he would have been dead by this point, but the virus, as it ran its course did a massive amount of damage to the human body on its own, all of which it more or less managed to repair. As a result, Maxwell was, if not healing, slowly recovering from being shot so many times. This was not to say that the way his body was repairing itself was going to put him back good as new, not with the Blacklight virus guiding the repairs.

Shattered bone and torn muscle were slowly knitting themselves back together, but in many cases the regrowth exceeded what had originally existed. The bones of his left shoulder and arm had come back into place, and if he had been free and awake, he would have been able to move it and lift objects with it the same as before, with no indication that he had been shot through the shoulder. The problem was that undamaged bones has also grown, namely those of his hand left hand, the joints fusing from the overgrowth, leaving his fingers curled and immobile and the occasional cracking noise indicated that the changes were not yet complete. Something similar was happening with his right hand, but the process was going much slower there.

The bullet holes had all closed, the process leaving Maxwell covered with keloid scars, some of the lumps of tissue continuing to grow despite the original wounds being closed.

At some point while the others were discussing their plans, Maxwell regained awareness, in as much as he was capable of at this point, and finding himself bound, had to take a moment to figure out if everything since his initial capture had been real or a hallucination. In the end he decided, mostly because it was too hard to stay focused, that it did not matter what had happened to get him into this situation, what did matter was that he was bound and in pain. He was also aware of the taste of blood, which was not terribly unfamiliar considering all of the nosebleeds he had suffered from since his arrival, but somehow he knew that it was not his own blood.

He spat, and with the clot of bloody spittle came a tooth. Maxwell looked at the little white lump in the pool of dark blood and decided that he had been beaten, which explained why he hurt all over.

"* hurts," he muttered, mostly to himself, then ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth to investigate the gap left by the lost tooth, only to find that there was none. Instead he cut his tongue on teeth much sharper and more irregular than they should have been.

"The * happened?" he screamed, loud enough for the others to hear, his voice garbled by the damage the changes the virus had wrought upon his face and mouth.

They knew he was infected, he had told them as much, or at least he thought he had. At this point it was getting hard for him to recall what he had and had not done and the exact details of what had happened since his arrival in the city. Still, he was convinced that they knew, they must have known considering the state he was in now, so why were they keeping him alive? if they had any common sense they would have shot him long ago. Unless they were doing it to torment him, keeping him alive to suffer. He decided that they were capable of something like that, especially the Frenchman. Hopefully that was who he had bitten, because he was sure that he had bitten someone.

Despite his situation, Maxwell began to laugh. If he had gotten the Frenchman then it was all worth it, all of it.

((You, actually.))

Sorry guys.
HERE WE GO !

Jean puffed some smoke as Markus strapped Maxwell with ducttape.
Anna got bit. Now that was an unexpected problem. And it wouldn't be a minor drawback if she would succumb to that...Blacklight virus.
Maxwell was shaking violently in his sleep. He was lost. That was...unfortunate. But he still had some use. A very good use indeed. For Jean it was obvious he was the key to the doctor's life. And she was very important to the group, in fact so important that the group would utterly fail if she was to die.
Jean ordered Markus to take the former Blackwatch soldier into the van. As the bulky man picked the infected soldier from the floor, he asked the french man not to forget the bag Anna filled with food from the fridge.
Anna was trembling, looking at her wound. The exposed flesh slowly went back from darkening to getting back to its original color.
"It's as if the skin is randomly increasing and decreasing the amount of melanine" she said with a worried tone. And then, to Jean's surprise, she got up...
...and ripped the bandage out of her broken arm. It had completely healed. Anna bulged her eyes out of fear.
"What's happening to me ?" she asked.
"Dont zeenk abaouwt eet. Wee 'ave no taiyme too wayste !" Jean stated, taking the woman by the hand and the bag with the other before running out of the appartment, and back into the streets.
Alex got out of the vehicle with his sniper rifle on his shoulder, he had been shooting something apparently.
"What in the * happened there ?" he asked in his usual cold tone. Jean threw his cigarette and pointed to a hysterically laughing Maxwell while he took another one.
"I see..." Alex said with a smile. Either he was very excited at what was going to happen next, or he was hiding his concern of the future that suddenly became very uncertain.
Markus threw Maxwell into the back of the truck and then turned to Jean, with an extremely worried look.
"So...what's our next move ?" he asked. Jean light his cigarette before replying.
"Naow zat wee 'ave anozer veecteem een awor groop, wee 'ave too act fast een order too enshoore awor servaiyvel. Wee weel eet az wee draiyve too awor desteenashion..." Alex gave a similar smile to Anna when she tried to hide her wound from the cold and scary gaze the assassin usually had in his eyes.
"...az yoo veree well gess, a frontal assolt weel reezult een awor obleeterashion and faiylure. A sneekee aproch eeznt eezee eezer : zey onlee let meeleetaree truks een after a zorow control. Wee 'ave ze nesessaree costumez, US Armee and Blakwatch alaiyke, to penetrate, but ze control weel geeve us awaiy. Let mee remaiynd you zat ze number ov stolen goodz we 'ave een zees truk weel bee aiydenteefayed weez eeze, geeveeng us awaiy." he continued with a large puff of smoke at the end.
"What do you suggest then, o great mastermind ? Get to the point, I'm dying here !" Anna spat impatiently. However, Jean didn't pay much attention to her.
"Not too menshion ze vaiyrus detectorz at ze entranse zat weel zrow us too awor doom, conseedereeng we 'ave too eenfecteed comradz. But zeez devaiysez can turn too awor advantage..." Jean went on, grinning at the end.
Explosions could be heard nearby, accompanied by screams and gun fire. Alex checked the neighbourhood through his scope but gave the group a sign that everything was okay.
"Az Ai waz sayeeng, wee 'ave too eenfected comradz. Wone beeyond help and anozer vital for zees groop. Wee shall deezpoze of ze truk controleeng men and ze detectorz at ze sayme taiyme baiy putting Maxwell een zone, aout of ze truk. Wee shall zen uze zees opportunitee too enter, taiyke Bloodtox proveeshionz and eventchualee cyure Mademoiselle Parker. Kwesteeons ?" Jean explained, puffing from time to time.
"I suppose we'll have to put the two military uniforms along with Markus's blackwatch suit ?" Markus said, pointing out to the back of the truck, where the clothes were.
"Ai am surpraiyzed yoo eeven asked zees ! Ai alredee stayted wee weel need zose !" Jean retorted with another smile.
"I...I'll put my white coat then...I still have my...Gentek badge too" Anna added, as she looked up around her. She was heavily sweating and everyone could see that she felt very strange.
"Wow...is it just me or...is it hot in here ?" she asked, whiping the sweat of her face. Markus's expression shifted from worry to surprise, while Alex hopped into the vehicle's driver seat. Jean went into the back of the truck, gave a uniform to Alex and said something about the group taking their favored weapons and not just stupid handguns for everyone.
"A por strateegik choise" he explained as he handed another uniform to Markus. He took Maxwell's balckwatch uniform and then took the passenger seat next to Alex.
Anna went with Markus at the back of the truck with all the weapons and the ammo the group stole the day before. Suddenly she coughed hard for several seconds. Markus had just finished closing the back and side doors when he came to try and help her in any way he could. Soon Anna stopped coughing. Upon whiping the blood tickling from her mouth, she sat down as far as she could from Maxwell, who was unnaturally calm.
"This can't be good" she said.
...
"Are the preparations ready ?"
"Yes, yes, we did everything as you wanted. Just do your work and I'm sure your superiors will be very glad".
Yuri was looking at the convoy of tanks ready to make their way to Times Square. He heard it was he_ll out there, deep in infected zones.
"Good. I hope I don't need to remind you that the ECDU is here only to support Blackwatch with material. Don't get in our way, it would be unwise"
Yuri turned from the Base Commander. He always thought Blackwatch was made of a**holes, but he didn't care. As long as both Blackwatch and the organisation Yuri was working for didn't know his true intentions.
And he felt he would have his revenge very, very soon.
...

Thar ya go.
Your turn Pein. I would urge you to be nice to Anna as you are the onlyother human person in the group, Alex being a cold killer and Jean being too egoistical and mind plotting. Plus your character was also infected so I think both characters will understand each other better and therefore will feel closer.
Oh TUG, what will be your next character then ?

[Looks like Pein's a noshow so far.
Ravensgard or Chim, you're up.

Hop to it I wanna post damnit!]

[Dude. Go see 'The Crazies'. It makes me think of the 1950's incident in Hope, Idaho now i wanna play Prototype!]

[Ya it does X3 i saw that trailer in theatre a few nights ago.
haha Anna can be such a wuss.

Also i spotted a grievous typo. change 'anna' in the sentence about her grandmother to 'Karen'.]

I don't know, but here's mine. (Seeings as I promised you guys it yesterday.)


Selt woke up, like most of the times these days, with a start.
He was lying down on the loading zone of the store, dark shelves looming up behind him. As he bent to stand up, something fell from his chest onto the ground. He picked it up. It was the notebook that he had taken from the apartment. On it were several drawings of machines. He could tell that he had drawn them, but didn't remember ever doing so. They were escape vehicles. Sometimes ludicrous, like a catapult-propelled glider, or a car that had been turned into some sort of machine designed to ram its way through a wall. As he flicked over them, he got a sense of something big coming, something that might be genuinely useful.
Then he found it.
Near the back he reached a diagram, the last diagram which was heavily detailed. He looked over it and thought. Realising he was starving, he opened one of the cans and began eating it cold. All the while he thought about what he had seen.
By the time he had finished the can, he knew what he had to do. It was a long shot sure, but it would work.
Probably.
In any case, to perform this feat to escape this he.ll hole of an island, he needed to change location, and then find some materials that he would need.

The loading bay door lifted a fraction, and a dirty face peered out of the gap. Satisfied that no-one was near by, Selt retrieved his bag and crept out onto the street. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder and slinging the M16 around his arm, Selt shut the door as quietly as possible, and then walked down the alley.
Reaching the intersection between the street and the alley, Selt peered down both directions before starting off toward the coast. At some point during the time that he was asleep, the sky had clouded over, not with red dust, but with gray clouds. There was a humidity in the air, and the streets looked greyer than ever before. Selt gazed about, seeing the filthy street littered with rubbish. The place looked like a battle had gone on before Selt had arrived, or perhaps while he was asleep, something that worried him. Bodies lay in the street, some pulled over to the side, but mostly just abandoned, left wherever they had fallen. Cars burned gently, and the walls and ground were littered with bullet holes and spent casings, some parts even sported craters from rockets. Looking up, Selt saw that criss-crossing the reflective walls of the tallest building were shattered windows, blasted by gunfire.
Glass crunched under his feet everywhere he walked.
Suddenly, Selt realised with a growing sense of dread, that he was the only person in the entire street. Only one alive anyway. Looking behind himself, he saw that there was no one in sight in either direction. He hurried to the intersection where another street met with the one he was on and stared down the length of it.
No one was there.
A sense of uneasiness grew. He looked up at the buildings, searching for signs of life. All the windows were dark, mostly shattered, and nothing moved in the dark grim rooms behind them. Selt was literally the only one alive in the entire block. Swallowing, he continued walking toward the coastline.
As he walked past a car, a thump emanated from within, a sound that in the repressive silence sounded like a thunderclap. Selt yelped in surprise, and fumbled for his rifle. Raising it, he walked cautiously toward the bullet-riddled car. A headless corpse sat in the passenger seat. The person had been shot in the neck so many times that the head had been attached by only a few strands of sinew, and as Selt had walked past, the tiny vibrations that he had created had caused the head to break free and fall to the floor.
Selt gagged and turned away, now even more on edge given that something in this silent, museum like street had moved. Still, it had given him an idea. He searched through the street for the least destroyed car. Finding it, with only a few bullet holes punching through it's door and a broken back window, he opened it, relieved to find it empty, reached for the keys, still in the ignition where they had been abandoned. Twisting the car it barely turned over. Selt got out and replaced the battery with another before trying again. This time it coughed ad died three times before finally turning on, the engine giving out a tortured grinding sound.
Throwing his bag in the passenger seat, and resting the rifle in an easy-to-reach place next to it, Selt jammed it into gear and took off slowly down the street, wincing at every bump the car made as it ran over one of the many corpses.

And there you go! My piece is done. BTW I still don't have internet at home, so if I don't respond, again, It is because I am unlucky.
Onto...whoever is next!

[Before i post, can you tell me exactly waht jean's plan is Le_p? I can easily read jean's accent but im not sure i understand. *having a blond moment* you can PM it to me. i'll post as soon as you drop me a line)

glad you guys liked it and the trailer ^_^(personally I think the sniper would make a great Alex)
Also xero on the typo i'll try and correct it k=now the reason was i did it really late and almost fell unconscious in the second paragraph