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Aug 4 11 8:20 PM
Injury Status: [ uninjured ]
"I appreciate the apology. I understand what you are saying, these people are depending on us right now, but I think it is a little apocalyptic to be thinking they'd turn on us in a severe way like you are implying. This isn't Lord of the Flies or anything, those are just normal people out there." What Max said did have a point though, everyone was faced with death, and that could bring out the best or the worst in them. He remembered the night a few weeks back when he had been going home from The Toolshed, Midnight Cove's gay bar, and a group of drunk young men chased him, leering at him. They hollered threats and brandished what looked like clubs or sticks. With his disorder, getting a serious wound that bled a lot would be the death of him, so naturally he'd been scared shitless and ran.
Nick wondered if any of those guys were out there in the mob. Maybe it wasn't as safe in the hospital as he thought it was, he might be better off with the zombies outside. He would be sure to keep someone around him at all times, even if it was the reporter.
"Better to have someone keep an eye on her and not let her get out of control though right Max? I think I could handle that." It was a half-truth, but Nick figured that Max would buy the idea. Max roused Dr. Omo from her sleep, and she didn't seem too happy about it. She wasn't a bitch or anything, but Nick did his best to avoid her when he worked his shifts because she seemed to be grumpy all the time.
"Dr. Omo, we have a child who lost his leg that just woke up, he is in a lot of pain. I need some pain meds for him." He decided not to add the part where if she didn't help, he'd go rat her out to the reporter standing outside those doors. Max had a good point about mob mentality, Nick was sure he could sway them on his side to get a kid in pain some meds.
Aug 4 11 9:12 PM
The radio went silent, as did Alvarez. Cole stood behind Alvarez listening in on the conversation, from his body language Carlos thought the man agreed that trying to leave the town in the middle of this storm was suicidal. The camera on the security monitors showed the library that lay to the South of the hospital. The place had always been nice and quiet, Carlos usually went there monthly to check out books. He was a retired law enforcer and his family was hundreds of miles away, so when he wasn't doing his best to keep in shape, he was reading on his balcony.
Alvarez quickly took stock of the situation; he had his ankle gun, the gun holstered at his hip, and the shotgun sitting against the wall. It was against all sense to go outside and risk himself, but there were four people in the library, and even retired he still felt that feeling stirring deep within his gut. The reason law enforcement had drawn him in the first place was to be the hero. Carlos wanted to save the day and get the woman at the end of the story. In order to be a hero you had to place yourself in grave danger, it was just part of the job. He had a fleeting thought of sitting down here in the security room, propping his feet up on the counter-top, and reading one of the sci fi novels he had tucked away in the lockers on the back wall . . . but it quickly passed.
"Cole, I'm going to do something pretty fucking crazy, I'm going to go grab those people out of the library and bring them back. From what that man said on the radio, they don't have any weapons over there, they'll be helpless when those things come for them. And they will sooner or later." Carlos grabbed the shotgun and slung it over his shoulder. "You can come with me if you want, but it'd be best to keep this trip to as little people as possible so the least attention is drawn when I get out there." He fingered the security keys at his belt. "I've got keys that will let me out the Southeast fire exit on the first floor without setting off the alarms, and the same key will let me back in when I bring those people with me." Besides, he cost Jaques his life, maybe he could forgive himself if he saved whoever was at the library.
Aug 7 11 12:20 PM
Leaning back in his chair,
moderately satisfied with what is probably the stateliest plate of grub he’d
ever wolfed down, Salty dick lit up his pipe. Through a wispy puff of smoke he
spots the old nurse looking for a place to set down to eat with her tray of
food. Their eyes meet, and a smile manages to crawl out from under the leathery
folds of his face. He winks, raises up in his chair, and begins bellowing part
of an old sailor song at her from across the room:
“They sent for the nurses to come overseas,
The reason was perfectly clear:
To make a good marriage and push a good carriage
While fucking all hands, my dear.
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all
The long and the short and the tall.
Fuck all the blond cunts and all the brunettes;
Don't be too choosey, just fuck all ya gets.
So we're saying goodbye to them all,
As back to our rustpots we crawl.
You'll get no erection at short-arm inspection,
So cheer up, my lads, fuck 'em all.”
He ends with a hearty laugh, slumping
back into his chair. In the excitement he begins choking on his own saliva and
goes into a coughing fit. He stabilizes, grunts something unintelligible to
himself, and continues puffing on his pipe.
Aug 7 11 2:02 PM
Sci-Fi ModeratorSpace Captain
Aug 14 11 12:05 PM
Injury Status: [ uninjured ](on bridge)Sullivan wasn't inexperienced enough to let anything ge the jump on him,but he knew that he was going to have to get out of the open. SUllivan got up and will make his way to the house his target went into slowly and carefully, while keeping his eye on the house for movement. He was adept at putting his mind off of the hunger that he had, but it still was on his mind that he needed to grab soemthing to eat.
Aug 14 11 12:17 PM
Injured Status: [ uninjured ]Cole could see this man had bravery that would bring him out to save those people and the brains that would know than to endanger more people than necessary, but Cole knew that he had learned things as a firefighter that would help Carlos in a time like this."Ill go with you carlos. I can help you save them and its my job. I wont hold you back anyhow but is there a way i could use any of your guns? i can help much more with more than a axe. how about it?" Cole had learned a good lesson of never being alone and having atleast one partner with you at all times to have your back.
Aug 14 11 2:24 PM
Ivy ClouseFatigue: 79%
Injury Status: [ bit tongue ]"What the hell is going on!" Ivy said to herself why patting her chest for breath. She quickly looked around seeing what had happened. Shock was taking over, she could hardly feel her hands and thirst was suddenly gone. Ivy remembered putting her pistol in her boot. She quickly shuffled her hand down to her leg and pulled it out. Her eyes were not leaving what was around her. Noticing her windows were cracked, she knew staying in the batted up truck would not help her live longer. Looking around her truck, she saw a old cow prod, lasso, and tire jack. Not knowing what to do or what to grab, she through the lasso around her neck and grabbed the prod. Ivy also remembered putting some extra bullets in her glove box to she quickly opened it and pulled a small bag out shuffling it in her pocket. Trying to think of something to do, she quickly opened the door of her truck with the pistol aimed at the closest zombie. Trembling in fear, Ivy looked around to see how many were around and a place to go. A scream broke her concentration of thinking and again she looked around but this time seeing someone just as scared as she was...
Aug 14 11 7:49 PM
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Aug 16 11 4:39 PM
Harvester of Lost Souls
Slayer of Men
Punisher of Gods
Agent John Smith
Status: [sprained right ankle]
The people on
the lower level moved out of the way as I cleared the distance between the two
landings. I came down hard on the concrete in a crouch, absorbing the impact
with my legs but as I stood, someone jostled me from behind, causing me to
stumble. I felt my ankle twist awkwardly as I lurched forward to regain my
footing. I straightened to my full height and stretched my neck from side to
side before adjusting my tie. I cleared my throat then turned around.
“I am sorry
for dropping in like that. Special Agent Smith, FBI.” I said as I moved my
lapel away from the badge. I used my most authoritative voice and deadpan
stare. I had cracked cultists with that combo, I was certain it would work with
frightened, small town Mainers, “I’m on my way down to the underground parking
to ensure that it’s secure. We wouldn’t want any of those… things getting in
through the cellar door, so to speak, would we?”
I let that
sink in for a moment. Above me, I heard Bombay’s situation escalating. I fought
down the urge to climb back up the stairs through the crowd of wet, smelly,
hungry people and knock some sense into the small town detective myself. His
behavior was getting downright unruly and was on the verge of escalating the
already tense situation. Whatever he did, I was not here to fight with
I was here to protect them. Truthfully, I was beginning to see the lot of them
as more zombies just waiting to happen. Most of the people I had met in town
had proven themselves to be less than helpful in any way or in total denial of
reality. I couldn’t help but wonder if any were worth protecting. As for the
detective, he seemed to be dangerously close to coming unhinged. I decided to
let him extricate himself from the situation of his own making and moved to
continue down the stairs.
would like to volunteer your assistance in clearing out the Parkade, please
move aside.” I said as I shouldered my way past the smaller group, limping
slightly “And keep the way clear for my counterpart from the Police Department.
He should be down momentarily.”
to continue to the door to the parking level and wait for Bombay to join me. I
didn’t relish the idea of venturing out without backup. Maybe I would take up
smoking in the meantime…
Aug 18 11 4:34 PM
Agent Smith [
white ] [ ACTIVE ]
Ben Kramer [
purple ] [ ? ]
Carlos Alvarez [
orange ] [ ACTIVE ]
Cole Turner [
maroon ] [ ACTIVE ]
David Harken [
gray ] [ ACTIVE ]
[ red ] [ ACTIVE ]
Henry Watson [
Inactive per Player ]
Ivy Clouse [ pink
] [ ACTIVE ]
Jonah Talbat [
green ] [ ? ]
Mark Sullivan [
blue ] [ ACTIVE ]
Max Chiss [ blue
] [ ? ]
Murphy Griner [
teal ] [ ? ]
Nick Mason [
olive ] [ ACTIVE ]
Flanagan [ lime ] [ ? ]
Richard Gorton [
yellow ] [ ACTIVE ]
Zeke Medlin [
silver ] [ ? ]
Conditions: Early dusk. Sky is heavily overcast, raining in sheets,
warm and muggy. The sky is rumbling steadily with thunder.
Injury Status: [
Dr. Omo lets out
a loud yawn and smacks her lips several times before she lays back
down, turning away from the two men. She pulls the blanket up over
her shoulders as she moves around, making herself more comfortable.
“I know this boy, I assisted with the operation. He has had
medicine already. If he needs more I can not get it for him. You
should both know that, or have you forgotten your training? Go away
now,” she waves them off with a hand before tucking her arm under
the blanket. “Find a pharmacist of head nurse. I sign papers and
save lives, I do not perform mindless duties.” The last sentence
is spoken quite crossly
Max shrugs at
Nick and head back out of the room, into the hallway.
Injury Status: [
sprained right ankle ]
Luckily for Smith, no one shows any interest in going down to the basement
level, so he has free access to that set of stairs. The people
mutter amongst themselves as he states his name and shows his badge.
Several of their attitudes change, some even seem mildly respectful.
The space in the stairwell seems less crowded, and Smith realizes
that people are leaving through the door, apparently not wanting to
become involved in the problem.
Above him Smith
hears a man laughing and talking about police brutality.
Smith goes down the stairs to the lowest level. A white plague on
the wall has black writing and an arrow that says:
The arrow points
to a teal door with a brushed stainless push handle. There is a
narrow window to allow visual access between the two areas. It
reveals a large open space, a fairly clean paved floor, one delivery
truck backed in towards the door. The area is brightly lit, and
Smith does not see any signs of immediate movement.
The nurse sees
him and seems to consider heading over to his table... until he
starts bellowing his charming tune. She rolls her eyes up to the
ceiling, purses her lips in distaste, shakes her head, then heads out
of the cafeteria to find somewhere to eat.
several people mutter protests at his pipe smoke, but when he starts
singing, a man sitting behind him starts making disgusted sounds,
then finally turns and says “Do you mind? We have children sitting
here and we don't expose them to that kind of language!”
Injury Status: [
Sitting in the
comfortable chair, Sharon pulls up the search engine and types in the
world's number one site. An animated hour glass icon comes up on the
screen, turning around and around as the computer searches for a
website. After only ninety seconds that feel more like ten minutes,
the screen changes to display the main page of the search engine. The
image is at first fuzzy, then clears up to a more crisp image.
[ reposted from
last round ]
Stairwell, Second Floor Landing
Pulling out his
pistol, several women on the stairs give a chorus of screams. The
people crowding at the door suddenly seem to find room on the other
side and push through, clearing out some space on the landing.
People on the stairs push backwards, trying to get away from the
The man in front
of Bombay is quick to action. His face is red, the look in his eyes
shows tiredness coupled with agitation. He starts to charge at Bombay
a fraction before Bombay brings the gun down. The blow does land, but
it's more of a glancing blow, catching the man's cheek higher up, by
the ear. The man steps back, shaking his head as if to throw off
He turns to look
at several other and starts laughing, a deep belly roll of a sound.
“Did anyone else see that? Police-fucking-brutality, I'll take
everything this sorry ass town has to offer!”
The two men
strike up an agreement to leave the hospital and go to the library.
Cole asks Carlos
if he can borrow a weapon.
The easiest way
for the two of them to get down to the first floor is either the east
elevator of the eat stairwell, both of which are close to the
proposed exit door.
[ GM Note
Sorry, not much else for me to tell until you guys gear up and get to
Midnight Cove Fire Department at Eagle and Foxglove
Climbing into the
cab of the fire engine, Harken pulls the door closed behind him,
locking it. He leans over to lock the other door, his hand falling
on a thick, sticky liquid as he does so. The cab holds a mixture of
scents including cologne, body odor, sweat, and the metallic tinge of
Feeling that he
is secure in the cab, he starts to search through it, pulling down
the sun visers and finding nothing but some receipts, feeling around
the seat and the joint between the cushion and back, patting around
the top of the dash, groping in the dark of the floor board. He
finally finds something in the passenger side floor space, in a pool
of that same thick sticky liquid, and pulls it up to discover that
they are indeed a set of keys. There are several keys on the ring,
and Harken has to try three before he finds one that slides into the
ignition and turns the engine over.
As soon as David
turns the engines on, it fills the garage area with a heavy rumbling
sound, and the space is illuminated by the headlights. He can see a
work bench, tools, lockers, an axe on the wall, some papers
fluttering in the wind coming in from the opening.
Looking out the
window, Harken does not see the figures any closer, the lights
bouncing off the walls only reveal so much behind him. His gun has
five bullets remaining.
minutes he hears a hissing noise as the air-breaks fully charge.
Injury Status: [
bit tongue ]
Deciding to exit
her truck, Ivy gathers up what she can and open the door with a loud,
metallic screech of sound. Immediately around her are four of the
strange people. The closest one is about eight feet away, it's arms
outstretched with limp wrists. The person's clothing is covered with
something dark. It walks like someone who is drunk, someone who
can't control their legs, but it moves closed to Ivy, along with the
other three. There are many others out there with her, some of them
turning their attention to her.
“Jesus God get
off me! AAAH!” someone she cannot see screams.
Cottage # 5
Opening the door
and stepping outside, Ben is sheltered from the rain by a small
overhang of roof, but the rain is slanting enough that his left side
gets pelted with water. He calls out to the shadow in the rain,
demanding that the person stop, but his shout has an unintended
consequence. The figure does an about face, though somewhat clumsily
in the drenched ground, and turns to what Ben can only assume is his
direction. It's difficult to tell with the darkness and the sheet of
rain between them. The person takes a step towards Ben as the sweep
of the lighthouse comes around and fills the area with sudden light,
blinding Ben for a heartbeat. He is able to make out a figure,
definitely coming in his direction, but the details are lost to the
brightness. After images swim in his vision, opaque gray masks that
prevent him from seeing fully, but he can still hear just fine, the
splashes closer. How could they be that close? Or was that something
behind him? Or just the rain splashing into the pools on the ground,
hitting the cable sides? It was so hard to tell....
Heron Street Motel
Stepping into the
parking lot, Murphy's feet instantly get soaked as the rain water
right by the walkway is well past his ankles. Clearly the parking lot
does not have adequate drainage, but who knew what the standards were
like when the place was built decades ago. There were not many cars
in the parking lot, just a handful. It didn't help that rain was
splashing down over the cliffs separating the two parts of the town.
As he approached
his car, he could hear the couple in the other unit now arguing about
something, the door standing open to let in some air. “Stupid
cunt!” and “Useless fucking bastard!” were the most popular
phrases of their conversation.
The Casino was
only two blocks away, if that, a quick and easy drive.
Bridge → Home on Daffodil Lane
waiting is not in his best interest, Sullivan gets up and starts
picking his way across the bridge and street, the rain constantly
pelting down on him. He gets to the lawn, which is soggy and
saturated with muddy water. It is impossible for Sullivan to see any
movement inside, the interior of the house is in complete darkness so
the windows act as mirrors from a distance.
Other than the
rain, the area around him is quiet.
As he stands
looking at the house, the hospital lights shimmer in the rain to his
Aug 18 11 5:48 PM
Injury Status: [ bit tongue ]
Shaking from adrenaline, Ivy backs up to her truck aiming her pistol at the entranced body. "Who the F*ck are you?!" she managed to get out while fighting tears. Her hands were trembling, deciding whether to pull the trigger or not. "Speak now or I'll blow your god damn head off!" Ivy looked around to see she had caused much attention to herself. She could hear another voice, a regular voice pleading for help. "I'm being serious, one more step and I will shoot! Leave me alone!" The body continued to walk towards her ignoring what she had ordered. Sticking to her word, Ivy pulled the trigger hoping she hit the body.
Aug 18 11 7:17 PM
Claire Kennedy [ aqua ] [ NEW PLAYER !
Location: Heron Street Motel, Room 304
Injury Status: [ uninjured ]
The room was getting stuff. No
electricity didn't only mean no lights, it meant no air conditioner,
nothing to circulate the oxygen around the room. Opening the window
let in some air, but it was so hot and muggy that it was difficult to
tell if it really helped. Being on the third and top floor, the rain
was loud in Clair's room, a constant, incessant rhythm that has been
going on for over twelve hours, if not more. The city outside the
rain spotted windows was almost completely pitch black, save for the
few buildings that have generators. The two brightest spots in the
town were the lighthouse, the light sweeping over the drenched
buildings at a steady interval; and the new modern hospital, spot
lights illuminating the white exterior as it rests above the cliffs,
overlooking the lower portion of Midnight Cove.
Even during the daytime hours, the town
has been cloaked in darkness, the sky covered with a low hanging
blanket of gray clouds that block out the sun. Now that the day was
winding down and into the dusk hours, the details of the buildings
were blending into the darkness, and the cove which gave the town
it's name was all but gone. Everyone was hiding inside somewhere.
Yesterday there had been a chorus of screams out in the street, but
today had been quiet, except for the rain. So far she had heard
nothing from Daisy, but would her friend even be able to make
contact? Phones were down, internet was done.
[ GM Note: Welcome to Midnight Cove!
I'm sorry for leaving the introduction so open ended, but I want you
to let me know the direction you would like to take her storyline in.
If you have any questions please contact me and let me know, I will
be happy to answer them for you. When you post a reply please
remember the limitations of a PnP style game: you can only post for
your own character, you can only post her thoughts, intentions,
spoken words, and reactions. You cannot introduce state the outcome
of an action/attack, introduce environmental elements, NPCs, or
items, nor can you post for any NPCs Claire comes across. When you
post, please be sure to include the header at the top of your post
(do not edit it) and make your posts aqua so I can spot them easier.
Happy gaming! ~ Ashie ]
Aug 19 11 6:03 PM
Aug 19 11 10:04 PM
Outside the hospital...
Location - Heron Street Motel, Room 304
Claire turned from the window, and walked to the door of her room, while pulling her sweat dampened hair into a crude ponytail. Putting her ear up against the door, she listened intently, unconsciously holding her breath, but couldn't hear anything out on the railed walkway. Taking the chance she opened the door enough to stick her head out, and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the empty walkway. Still, she eased out of her room slowly and quietly, holding the door firmly and ready to bolt back in at any sign of danger.
She was scared as hell but knew she couldn't hold off any longer. If she didn't get more supplies and a better weapon than her little swiss army knife, Claire knew she would be in big trouble soon. So she worked over her plan in her head as she came to the door of the first room immediately to the right of her room. She began talking to herself in her mind, as she plucked up her courage. She could make out the same arguing couple on the first floor going at it again, and for some reason their fighting was comforting... maybe because it seemed so normal.
[Take only food, drinks, any sort of weapons, medicines, and definitely some kind of light sources, cos' I am sick and tired of stumbling around a dark room every night.]
Claire knew that finding the first few items were more important than a working flashlight, but sitting in the dark, every night for 3 nights in a row was really getting to her. She was hoping to find a lantern, or candles, but a flashlight was more portable for when she left the motel.
[Leave the motel? When did you decide to do that and just where did you think you were going? What about waiting for Daisy?]
A big part of Claire wished Daisy would never come, but Claire also didn't want to leave the motel in case she did, one thing Daisy was, was determined. And if she wanted something she usually got it. Thinking back on her dwindling supplies, and state of being defenseless, Claire made up her mind.
[I'll wait til morning. If she doesn't show, I'll leave a note for her here. If she makes it into town she knows the motel and my room number, so she'll most likely head here. Unless she gets attacked... NO! Not even gonna go there! Daisy if you are heading here, watch your six, girlfriend.]
Claire turned her attention back to the door and the task at hand. She heard somewhere, probably in a movie, that you either got busy living, or got busy dying... and Claire wanted to live.
Aug 20 11 3:13 PM
Location: Heron Street Motel
Aug 20 11 11:54 PM
"Then just give us the card to get in. Damn, you'd think in a crisis like this people would try to help each other, nope, instead I think you became even more of a selfish bitch. This hospital might not even have a living staff if those things ever get in. I'll try to find someone else to get in, if not, I'll be back." Nick couldn't believe it. He never thought Omo was the most compassionate person, but he was talking about easing a child's pain. After he spoke he knew he should have kept his mouth shut, the last thing he needed to be doing was to be making enemies, but he wore his heart on his sleeve at times.
Nick follows Max back into the hallway, before they go he pipes up, only loud enough for Max to hear.
"Lets get a pharmacist, I don't think you'll like what I have planned if I can't get those meds for the kid."
Aug 20 11 11:58 PM
"I wouldn't leave you with just a fire axe while I held three guns, I'd say that would be pretty damn selfish." Carlos grabbed the shotgun from the wall and offered it to Cole. "Unless we run into anyone on the way to the exit on the first floor, we're not going to go out of our way to get any more help. We do this quick and easy. If it gets too dangerous before we even reach the library, just abandon the mission and come back. It is worth the risk to get more people here safely, but I'm no kamikaze guy." Once Cole took the shotgun they would be on their way.
"And once this shit is over with I seriously need to take a nap."
Aug 21 11 10:31 AM
Injury Status: [ uninjured ]Cole had to respect the hint of lightness Carlos showed. Cole took the shotgun in his hands while putting the axe into a sheaf on his belt. He studied it with a little familiarity that he seen on tv, movies and once with a friend shot it off a few times, but never at a target, but it was a simple weapon in nature. Cole then looked back up at Carlos and spoke, "Thanks and i agree. We both should be the only ones to go out and we should probably keep this from the others for now so anybody in this hospital gets any idea like that couple and try to escape. Thats the last thing we need on our hands at this moment. haha.. you and me both.. but when we get back i can keep an eye on the cameras for you, no problem."He looked back at the shot gun and the most obvious question popped in his mind." How many shells dowe have for this?
Aug 21 11 10:41 AM
Injury Status: [ uninjured the hospital still had power on unlike how most of the town went and it would be a prime location to find out whats going on around here. He would go there after he finished what he set out on first.Mark looked at the cabin again and went ot the window and tugged at the bottom of it to see if it was unlocked and if it is he would slid it up slowly after sweeping the room with his rifle and than entering the house via the window.
Aug 22 11 12:23 AM
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