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[southsidediablo]

"The captain's room shouldn't be too far. And once i'm there i'll just need a few minutes or so." John started walking down the hallway towards the crew cabins.

[Pastinator]

The creature watched them move, annoyed that his prey had escaped him. Down below, the black man followed, in an uneasy manner.

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 05 March 2007 - 06:49 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Alright, this was a really good RP and I hate to see it die. Could Pasty send one last message to Blodo, and if he doesn't respond, we'll just kill off his Germans and leave this mystery unsolved. We needn't drop the whole project because of this.

[Pastinator]

OOC: I gave up like ages ago, i've been continuing along, just no-one had continued you were going to find out next time i posted if i followed my plans!

[Cheshire Fox]

"Alright, soon as your done in the captains room, let's get the fuck of this wreck. Before that...thing comes back. Ryn, keep your eye behind us." Darkman glanced backwards towards the vent, then swung the Jericho up next to his ear. He followed after John. "That motherfucker shows its head its losing it."

OOC: Let's boot this back up! Oh...and do me and SSD get shiny admin powers? That'd be sick.

Edited by Darkskul, 18 April 2007 - 03:40 AM.

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: Yeah, that would be pretty sick)

John looked at each door until he came to the one with "Captian" above it. John burst down the door and looked for anything to shoot. He quickly started looking around the room.

[Copaman]

OOC: Darky, the only reason you dont have Proj Mem status yet is cuz the Member Promote Script doesn't work for me. that should be fixed sometie soon... just thought I'd let you know...

On a somewhat related note, what would you get the Admin powers for? I could understand Moddy Privs, but we (me, Pasti, and Solinx) have already been through this and the higherups won't be promoting 2 people to be RRPG Admins... THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE A FLAME.

Edited by Copaman, 18 April 2007 - 03:25 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: I guess I meant moddy...admin is being head of the whole dmn thing, while moderator is having power over a small section? Yeah, then I meant "moddy privs. Now I have to go delete something utterly retarded I put in the think tank late last night.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

OOC: That aside, i'd just like to clear up - what the hell is going on? I've totally forgotten everything except that we were on a ship and what Darkskul said earlier.

Gary followed the others, his trusty rifle at his shoulder.
"So, one more time," he asked, "where are we going?"

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Oh for fucks sake, 15 more minutes and it's been three days since somebody posted! Let's get on with it, eh? I'm gonna do a bit of long post to move things along a bit.

"Captains chamber. After that, we get the fuck off this shipwreck and get to the army base. Watch the vents, we're being followed." Darkman pulled the trench knife from the sheath and let his hand dangle by his thigh.

He turned sharply on his heel and followed John into the room.

A dresser in the corner, a bed in the other, where's the captain... Darkman shifted his eyes from the bed to a small nondescript door in the wall. There we go. He strode confidently up, kicked down the door and put a bullet just left of the nose of the charging infected. A revolver lay in the corner of the room, a huge, old thing. He slid it over with his foot, then snatched it off the ground. There was another door, a bigger more solid one. Probably led to the deck. A way out.

"Gotcha." He turned his head to face John. "Anything useful in here? We better get -" His eyes fell on a porthole above the dresser. A pair of legs walked by. "- going. You remember that big bastard? The one on the deck? I found that fucker." He walked to the dresser, keeping his eyes on the porthole. A cutlass lay in a display case ontop. He punched through it with the brass knuckles on his knife, shoving his Jericho in his back pocket. He grabbed the cutlass and sheathed the knife. He rifled quickly through the other drawers, finding only clothes.

OOC: Sorry for stealing the room...I've got a plan. http://en.wikipedia..../LeMat_Revolver

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 22 April 2007 - 05:30 PM.

[southsidediablo]

" I didn't see that thing when I got here...... Ah, here we go." John looked under the bed and pulled out a small chest. He hit the lock with the stock of the Ak and opened it. He pulled out a bottle and popped off the top. He smelled the inside, "Ah, whiskey. Thank you captain for your gift." He said as he motioned the bottle to the rotting corpse. He took a sip and then emptied the bottle into his canteen. "Well, I got what I needed. Let's go."

Edited by southsidediablo, 21 April 2007 - 02:22 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary wandered into the room being systematically plundered. It seemed to him that he was the only person not looking for something. 'Well in that case,' he thought, 'may as well look for something.' He glanced around.
"Nice watch." he commented as he removed it from the ex-captain's arm. Gold plate. Rinsing it in a sink, he turned to Darkman.
"Well, we all got what we wanted. Now how the hell do we get out of here?" Before he could answer, a loud groan echoed through the ship. Not the type when a creature of the night is approaching. The type that sounds like a whole lot of metal plating being torn out of place against it's will.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman spun wildly around, searching with his ears and eyes for the source of the noise.

He answered calmly and confidently. "This way."

He stepped over the body of the captain and pulled and pushed on the the thick door. Finding it locked, he stepped back and blasted a gaping wound through the lock. He pulled in open and found himself staring down a short hallway leading to a small staircase, light pouring down the steps from above. Two crew members stood between him and his exit. The infected and the living walked towards each other, two stumbling and moaning, one silent and giving a silent impression of deep annoyance, wielding two blades.

The first infected reached him. With a swift downwards motion, he left the cutlass lodged three inches into the top of its head. The second met brass knuckles, quickly followed up with a spike through the right temple. He put the knife back in the sheath, and grabbed the LeMat with both hands.

He tramped up the stairs, deliberately and determined. And there it was, waiting on the deck. The massive thing charged, not moaning but making a noise halfway between a roar and a scream. Darkman fired, cocked the gun, fired, cocked, fired...the steel balls blasted chunks of flesh off its chest, its face, but the lethal shot never landed. It was only five feet away now, it mouth open and dripping blood and saliva. The last ball left the chamber. Two feet...

Darkman's thumb dropped beneath the hammer, and pushed a little lever down. One foot...he pulled the trigger. The barrel was one its neck. The twelve gauge decapitated it, removing most of its chest as well. The head flew off the deck, still snapping, into the ocean. The boat suddenly shook violently, and the ripping, groaning sound echoed the corridors once again.

OOC: Oh man, I've been waiting for that!

[southsidediablo]

John walked onto the deck. "Thanks for doing the work..... Now to get off this ship. Anyone know a way off besides jumping?"

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

OOC: Apologies in advance for this, I felt the need for some flashback action!

"Got a helicopter handy?" replied Gary strolling up the passage. The ship shook and groaned again. "looks like we'd better make it quick! Nice knowing you two..."
Gary stepped towards the railing -
And he saw the Baseball court. "Go on Gary!" a familiar voice called. "Step up to the plate!" His Father. He was in pads, a bat in his hand. He looked around himself, noting all the familiar faces. His best friend Lee, his mother and sister in the stands, his elder brother on the bench waving him on, and his father behind him. 'Dead' he thought, 'They're all Dead.'
"They're all dead..." he whispered. He took a step on to the railing and stepped up to the plate. He swallowed his nerves. He was Gary Angelos, son of the 4-times state champion, and nothing would stop him now. He raised the bat, and signalled his readiness. The ball flew towards him, and he swung... "They're all dead!" he said again. The bat and ball connected violently. Gary staggered backwards off the rail, reeling from the shock once again.
He heard his father and brother yelling to him. "GARY! RUN!" He looked up, and saw that he had sent the ball flying across the field. His heart swelled with pride, he thought of what his Dad would say if he got a home run in his first game... But first to get it. He began to run, as fast as he could. Gary launched himself back towards the rail.
'First base' he thought. 'Second Base. Come on Gary! Halfway!' He had almost reached the railing. 'Third base!' His foot landed on the rail. 'Fourth base! Yes!' Gary launched himself off the railing, and let out a cry of anguish. "DEAD!" he yelled as he flew through the air. "YOU'LL ALL BE DEAD!" he cried to the creatures that were already massing on the docks.
He hit the water with a tremendous crash, and came up seconds later with a red haze descending across his vision. He clambered on to what was rapidly becoming one of the only undead-free places in the docks, and sighted his enemy. The Creatures of the Night. The Undead. Letting out a cry of rage and sorrow, he hurled himself forward, guns blazing.

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 25 April 2007 - 06:09 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

At first, Darkman had assumed that Gary was making a logical decision. Jumping was the only way off. Until he started screaming that they were all dead.

"Oh fuck, GARY!" The LeMat dropped to the floor. The Jericho flew out of his back pocket and let out a stream of bullets towards the infected approaching Gary. They stumbled off the docks, lifless again under the two sources of fire. Still, the line pushed closer down the docks. And Gary got closer to the line.

Darkman's thoughts came clear and concise. Everything had seemed to slow down. They would be focused on Gary. They would not turn there attention to anything else. Hit them from the sides. "John! Ryn! Harvey! Cover me!" He vaulted over the rail into the water, and approached the line of undead from the side. "Blast a clear spot for me!

[southsidediablo]

John ran to the rail and started shooting at the closest spot to Darkman, giving him a way to the dock. As he fired another goaning sound went through the ship.

[Copaman]

((ooc: bout time I got back to this... school is stretching every bit of free time from me...))

Ryn sprinted to the railing and pulled out his MP.

With the red-dot sight and scope on the weapon, he shot to make them count - he didn't want to run out of ammo with a literal sea of monsters surrounding him. One shot in the general Gary-Darkman direction, one exploding head. Another shot off, another head blown off.

This is fun. Almost like playing a videogame, but I can't come back after I die. Well, I guess that technically I can... but I won't remember any of my humanity and I'll probably getting re-killed by this crew... better get back to shooting!

One more shot loosed, another kill. Like a videogame.

((If you guys don't mind, I'd like to keep this plotless shooting and killing going until I get out of school. At that point, if everyone agrees, I've got a bit of a story I'd like to carry out... I had talked with Pasti before he left about it and he thought it'd be OK, but I'll run it through with you guys before I just take over the reigns.))

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman charged through the water like a boat, his arms flying in careful arcs, pulling him towards the dock. Bodies tumbled into the water. Then, the water was red. His hands gripped the concrete, and he swung himself onto the clear spot and yanked out the Jericho, hoping it could still fire after being throrughly doused. He was in luck. He finished off the clip quickly, dumping several bodies into the water. The ones behind him fell to peices from Gary's fire. The one's in front exploded with the firepower of all three of the rest.

OOC: I wonder if the Jericho would work after that in real life? I know the MP7 could take that easy.

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: It should. But i'm not sure, and also, I think your last avatar was better.lol.)

Hope they're having fun down there. John kept firing with the Ak-47. Knowing he was almost out of ammo he picked his shots carefully.