Community RP #4: Evacuate!

[Black.Ice]

Welcome to another edition of Gather around and Watch Black.Ice Pole Dance!

Err, Community RP #4, I mean.

So, like, yeah. Some of you may not remember the old community RP's, so let me start off with a quick summary. They're a way to get new people involved in RP'ing, and let a chance for everyone to participate in a commitment-free, light-hearted RP. They usually have simple plots, and focus on certain things to improve on.

Q. Focus on something like what, u ho-bag?

Good question! This RP will focus on chase scenes and escaping a NPC eloquently.

overview:
You are in city known as Roleplaye, a large city with over 100,000 citizens who happily reside with one another. That all changed when a neighboring country, Chikkeen, invaded.

The city was evacuated, and the army sent. You missed the memo. Or you refused to evacuate. Or you were a little late and had to take care of some stuff.

The country you live in, Warboards, has sent the army which will rendevous with you in 3 days. Meanwhile, you have minimal air support holding back invading forces. Your city will be overrun. Chikkeen, is a merciless, cruel country that does not take prisoners and brutally kills everyone that they find.

If you stay where you are, no matter how good you hide, you will die. There is hope, however. A secret evac spot has been made. The remaining Roleplaye citizens are making their way to it. The problem is that it's twenty miles away. You can only move at night, and must avoid detection by the Chikkeen forces.

setting:
The city is a fairly modern city. Despite the numerous odd names, this is a serious RP, meaning that you can't be too random. Everything that happens must be somewhat realistic.

I'm very open to what the city can be, and you can make it up as you go. The evac spot is close to the outer edge of the city where it's lightly populated, in a suburban area. You start off somewhere in downtown.

Feel free to use anything you come across in the city. Vehicles, etc, however, keep in mind that it's crawling with Chikkeen guards. The city is under lockdown, meaning that any vehicles or people who aren't Chikkeen will be destroyed / shot / killed.

So, in other words, you can't drive 20 miles to the spot. However, you can, get into a high speed chase where you're followed and narrowly escape.

rules:
The rules are the same as all the other community RP's.

No bio's. All character information must be described inside your posts without explicitly stating anything about your character.
No long posts - Each post must be no longer then half a page. I'm not too strict about this, but I don't want 10 page posts in this RP. It should be rapid pace, etc.
You must post the following information at the beginning of EACH post:
Name
Location
Current Task (Talking, eating, etc.)

Anyone who forgets to do the following will get abused by me. Being a moderator, I will edit your post, negative rep you, and change your custom title to "Black.Ice's ho". We will then all laugh publicly at you, and shovel out your spleen with a spork and feed it to mutated pigeons, who will also squawk and laugh heartily at you.

You can use other people's characters after a six-hour wait. If you tag someone, and they are MIA, you can use their character and continue dialog, etc. That will avoid RP's holding up because no one responds. Do not over use this, and do whatever you want with someone because they don't respond.
Your post must be logical, and must be serious. Try to carry a serious tone through out the RP. This doesn't mean you can't have fun, just try to be serious.
I reserve the right to eliminate you or your character or do whatever I want in this RP as I see fit with or without any explanation. :)

I'm going to let you guys freeform your story for now, and I'll jump in and throw random curve balls at everyone to keep you on your toes. In other words, I will be playing a character as well as the Chikkeen guards.

[Black.Ice]

Name: Kevin
Location: Parking Garage
Hiding
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Kevin jerked his head awake at the sound of an empty aluminum can rattling against the ground as the wind thrashed it about. His neck was stiff, his arms were sore, and he was tired. He hadn't been in a bed in about a week.

His current hiding spot was a pretty bad one. It was the fourth floor of an full parking garage. The city was deserted and many people had left their cars in the garage when the evacuation occurred. There were so many cars it was easy to hide and dodge among any oncoming guards. Fortunately, the guards had more important things to do then to clean out the parking garage. Plus, they had guards posted on the outside of the building so there was no point to waste troops inside.

He had also managed to loot several things. It was somewhat like a lottery with consequences. He had broken into over a dozen cars so far, and found several useful things including a mini shovel and a first aid kit. He found a gun, but there was no ammunition, so it was useless. The downside to his ransacking was that he forgot about car alarms -- he had seen some food in a new Lexus and without thinking, he cracked the driver's side window which set off the alarm.

Fortunately guards had become accustom to random car alarms going off, and ignored the sound until the battery of the car died. He had eaten some of the old groceries, and carried the rest in a backpack that he guarded with his life.

It was his eight day on the streets trying to escape from the Chikkeen. He was about 25 miles away from the evacuation point. Dusk was approaching. He would have to get a good 10 miles in tonight to get there by time.

That meant he had to walk a good four to five hours without getting caught. He had the knowledge of his city on his side; he had lived there for most of his adult life. He had spent his days planning out route, and knew where to go. But he didn't know where the guards were or how he'd make it there.

He would leave in a few hours when darkness engulfed the deserted city.

[Holjfie]

Name: William
Location: Apartment
Chillin'
_________________

A stressful time indeed. Will could only contemplate how he'd make it. The cigarette was almost done now, and the place reeked. There might have been snipers on the rooftops, so Will just smoked inside. His nerves had been rattled for days on end, and the chainsmoking had begun 3 hours earlier. At some point he remembered feeling sick to his stomach, but he kept puffing on it nonetheless.

He tossed the butt on the ground, a fresh one among so many, and turned to pick up a bag of chips laying on the counter. Whoever kept this apartment had a good taste in chips. Doritos Nacho Cheese. He snacked on his favorite, hoping that it wouldn't be the last meal he'd have in a while. The evacuation point, how would he make it there without being shot? Maybe he wouldn't. Will had saw a shotgun in some other apartment in the complex, there might have been shells somewhere else in the place, but Will wasn't a soldier. He'd probably just get himself killed.

Walking over to the window, he risked a quick peek outside, looking first up at the rooftops and then down in the street. He saw a couple soldiers walking around, shooting at things for fun, testing their marksmanship. All of a sudden his knees buckled, and instead of falling he barely made it to a nearby chair. This is too much, he thought. Unsteady hands pulled out another cigarette and lighter. The shaking slowed but didn't quite stop.

[Tech]

Name: David
Location: 5th Precinct
Restocking
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David very carefully and very quietly pushed open the basement window of the 5th precinct. Like every other station in the city this one was heavily guarded by the Chikkeen; but unlike the others, David knew his way around this one like his own home. He held his breath as he slowly snuck up to the first corner, his whole body was shaking as he peaked his head around it to make sure it was clear. He had to keep telling himself that this was the last time he would need to do this, in a few days he would be evacuated with the rest of the stragglers. Yet for now he needed more ammo, and hopefully he would be able to find a new vest to replace this well worn one he had now.

After what seemed like hours David finally made it to the gun locker. With a deep breath, and one last attempt to rid his hand of its incessant shaking he reached up and quickly pressed his code into the lock; one more deep breath and the enter button had been pressed, this was his least favorite part. A long loud tone rang out and seemed to echo through the building and the bolt on the heavy metal cage made a click to signal that the door had been unlocked. Now David just stopped and waited, if the guards had heard then he would be in for the fight of his life, if they hadn't then he would be free to take what he wanted and never have to come back. All there was to do now was wait.

[Nostradamus]

Name: Francis
Location: Hospital
Hiding
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The hospital was deserted. It had been the first place to be evacuated and one of the first places to be cleared out by the Chikkeen insurgents, who were now using the bottom floor as their medical field base. Fortunately there were four floors to the hospital, the upper three long since stripped of most medical supplies.

Francis had hid in the darkness of the fourth floor for five days (the hospital being in an area without power due to the fighting). He was a medical student and had been studying and getting work experience at the hospital. When the invasion occured he found himself there and had managed to climb one of the fire escapes unseen. He had been living off terrible hospital food and had gathered extra food and medical supplies in a small backpack.

He planned to escape that night, it would take him the three days to dodge his way around the city centre to the evacuation point. Being six foot six didn't help the sneaking in any way at all.

The clock showed 12.30. "Here we go" Francis whispered to himself, as he set off towards the fire escape.

[Black.Ice]

OOC: Great posts everyone. This is exactly the quality / and setting I was going for. You guys are doing perfect!

I'm going to step in as GM and keep you guys on your toes:

Holjfie: Your smoking sets of the apartment fire alarm. Two guards enter to investigate. You can probably either stay and fight them and get a dozen more to follow you, or you can run for your life seeing that the two guards were guarding a way out of the apartment complex.

Tech: Two guards who are nearby don't recall the quartermaster allowing for any more provisions. They heard the mechanical buzzing. They assume it's just some soldier who wasted his ammo getting a refill. They lazily go to investigate, meaning, they didn't alert others and aren't on alert. You have the element of surprise if you chose to attack and defend yourself, or you can run.

Nostradamus: The fire escape that you take down leads to a pretty visible Chikkeen control point. In other words, there are at least four guards in view. Approaching them would be suicide, you have to find a way around them to continue.

[Anoiktos]

[Note: Trying to keep this shorter, but without paragraphs it's impossible to read.

Edit: Yes, Jimmy is crazy. Yes, it is because of the head injury.]

Jimmy Teuschel
The City Park
Engaging in metacognition

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"Jimmy", I says to myself, "You've got to get out of here."
Now, why I'm talkin' to myself, I gots no idea. I mean, I don't remember this sort 'o thing bein' a serious problem before, knowhatimean? Maybe it's one of them weapons. With gas. Uh, nerve weapons. Thing.

Thing with gas and ... Oh, nevermind. Shut up, Jimmy. Now ain't the time to.. To... Somethin'. Starts with an R.

"Procrastinate." Yeah, that's it. Crastination. Means you leave things till they're too late. Hm. Now, this is funny. I puts my hand up to my head ta scratch it, and it comes back all bloody. Not a good sign, in my 'sperience.

"Yeah, you've probably got a concussion, which is why you can hear me." Makes sense, doesn't it? Yeah. So then, what was I doin' here, Jimmy?

"Looking for someplace to hide, I should think. Invasion forces aren't friendly. You probably should have left with the rest of the medics." Yeah, I should have. Maybe then I'd be talkin' to someone else, 'nstead of myself.

At least I won't get lonely.

"It's dark around here, Jimmy. You had best get moving, if you want to be safe." Yeah, the dark. Dark's your friend, these days. Makes people scared, and, well, all armies're the same size in the dark, 'cos if ya hit someone when... When... Something.

"Uniforms don't show up as well. Panic is your friend." 'sright. I'm right, there. Jimmy, you are right. Now, what was I doing. Moving. 'kay. An' there's sure to be some way ta get there faster. Walkin' leaves much ta be desired. Patrols're in groups 'o two, so's beatin' 'em senseless wi'out a weapon jess' ain't gonna work. Lessn' I'm really strong, allofasudden. Wouln' that be nice? Like a, whassisname, in tights, not a ballerina.

"A superhero. More accurately summarized as someone dumb enough to paint themselves brightly enough that they stand out in the dark." S'right. Not a good thing to be in wartime, a superhero. Lessn' you got powers. Right. I wish I had powers. I wish I could curl up in a ball an' leave all this alone, righ' now. Yeah. That'd be a nice power.

"Get moving, Jimmy. You need to find a vehicle." Yeah, Jimmy. A car. A jeep. One of them motorscooter things. Maybe a skateboard. 'xept skateboards don't got armor on tha sides like cars do.

"Also, they don't go as fast." 'strue. Strue.

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Jimmy stumbles onwards into the night, muttering quietly to himself. The dark brown of his coat is splotched with rivulets of a darker color, his hair matted by blood; his gait is staggered, rolling, as he moves towards the edge of the trees.

[Black.Ice]

OOC: I didn't quite catch that. Is he crazy, or is he just hallucinating because of the head injury?

[Holjfie]

William
Apartment
Fucked
__________________

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The alarm had gone off. The smoke must have spread out farther than he had anticipated, though he probably shouldn't have been smoking all that much to begin with. His stomach felt incredibly queasy, and he got angry that he had picked up so many cigarettes in the first place. Then William got a cold hard feeling in the pit of his stomach as he heard loud footsteps out in the hall. Where can I go?!?

Eschewing his own previous wisdom to avoid the windows, William opened the sliding door to the balcony. He tried to close the curtain as much as he could as he shut the door, hoping that they wouldn't search. As they busted on the door, he realizing that was a dumb idea. Still thinking quickly, and unsure of what to do, William looked at the neighbor's balcony. As he had seen in the movies, he had thought that he could leap down to the lower level balconies, but the height made him think he'd break his leg.

The door busted down, and before he could think he jumped to the balcony. It wasn't that far, but he hit his shin on the side and tumbled over. William lay still, hoping they hadn't heard the impact or his grunt of pain. Muted talking made him still, as he hoped to hear what they might be saying. He had to get out of there. And he needed them as far away as possible to do it. He looked around.

Smoking does pay off, he thought as he spotted an ashtray. It was heavy and made of glass, and well used. He could barely see the upper level's glass window, but decided to give it a shot. Taking as best aim he could, he threw it, and was rewarded by the loudest sound of breaking glass possible. He ducked again.

One of the soldiers came out onto the balcony, looking up, and then told his comrade to race upstairs. They both took off running. William breathed a sigh of relief. Now he just had to get inside. He reached for the sliding door's handle, and was dismayed to find that it was locked. FUCK. He breathed deeply, but he had to get out of there. Raising his foot, he said a prayer to whoever might have been listening, and kicked the window. Only a small part really broke, but the rest cracked, and William charged through it like lightning. The sound might have been louder only because he was that close to it, but William thought that every living thing in a mile radius might have heard it. It didn't matter. He opened the door to the apartment and ran out into the hallway. As he neared the stairwell, he could hear some shouting from the above floor as well as loud footsteps. He raced downstairs, skipping steps just as his heart skipped beats.

[Nostradamus]

Name:Francis
Location:Outside hospital
Hiding/Running
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As soon as Francis got off the fire escape he saw the guards. Immediatly he ducked behind the large skipfuls of debris left from the renovation of one of the hospital's wings. He sat on the ground and slowed his breathing. Running a hand through his fairly long brown hair he thought about what to do.

His first decision was to arm himself, just in case. A quiet rummage through the skip produced a two foot, relatively weighty, piece of steel pipe. But fighting was the last thing Francis wanted to do. He could count four guards. He wasn't even a match for one.

Looking to his left he could see a long building, running paralell with, and past the guards post. There was a cracked window that he could easily get in to and from there all it would take is working his way through the building until he re emerged in to the streets past the guards post.

Francis decided to distract the guards and run into the building. He grabbed a piece of rubble from the skip, took a deep breath, and threw it as far to his right as he could.

[Tech]

Name: David
Location: 5th Precinct
On Alert
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The next few seconds were the longest of David's life. He was on an emotional roller coaster, and while it was only a few seconds it was the craziest ride of his life. For almost two seconds every nerve in his body was on fire as he crouched there straining his ears for any little hint of the oncoming death that was sure to be his if he was discovered. Then as the third tick of the clock rang in his ears it was followed by a sound that nearly made him cry, the sound of voices. Then a second later an even worse sound, the sound of a single footstep.

Great idea Dave, lets break into an enemy base and get killed, that sounds like loads of fun. Alright, relax, take a deep breath, think. There's gotta be a way out of this, run before they get here- no, that won't work, that'll make em suspicious, gun lockers don't open themselves. Fighting isn't an option, fighting here turns into dying here. Come on David, think!

Then it hit him, like the butt of an M-16 it hit him. It was so obvious, he had just been too scared to notice it before. There was only the sound of two sets of boots, no alarms, no yelling; there was talking, but he couldn't make out the words. That was when he heard the most glorious sound he could have imagined, a laugh, the guards were joking; they had no idea what was going on, he still had a chance to live.

The plan had formed in his head almost as soon as he had realized he wasn't dead. Seven seconds had passed since he had unlocked the gun locker, each one seemed like an hour; yet now that he had a plan of action time seemed to fly by. The guards were only a few steps from rounding the corner when David began to move.

Silently he moved into the shadow of a large filing cabinet and drew his pistol from its holster, he only wished he had had time to grab a suppressor from the locker before the guards got there. He would have to make due with what he had. The first guard came around the corner still laughing about something, the second was right behind him, but apparently hadn't told a joke.

"It's not funny, do you know how screwed I am when I have to explain this to my wife? I'm gonna have to say goodbye to half my stuff, and that's if I'm lucky."

"You should have known better than to get involved with some Warboardian slut, you know they're all disea-"

With that David's plan was put into motion. A smooth motion brought his body from behind the cabinet with a knife to the throat of the first guard and a 9mm aimed at the face of the other. " I suggest you keep quiet if you want to live. Now drop your gun nice and quiet like, then turn around."

As the second soldier complied with his order David quickly slit the throat of the first and hammered the butt of his Glock down on the head of the second. Now he had to move quick to get his supplies and get out before the missing guards were noticed. The first thing he grabbed was a new bulletproof vest, the one he had on had served its purpose and saved his life on more than one occasion over the last week. Then he grabbed a backpack full of both boxes and magazines of ammo and something he had always wanted, an MP5 and a suppressor.

Then just as quickly and quietly as he had come, David was gone and back into the shadows.

((ooc: Wasn't sure if the Chikkeen spoke English, but I guess if they don't then I know a second language. This came out a bit longer than I expected.))

[Escade]

Alyssa
Location: Chikkeen Outpost #091
Trapped

Blitzkrieg.

During her short time imprisoned in the dank, musty cell that a trio of Chikkeen hunters had thrown her into, that was the only thing she could think of. The attack had been near instantaneous, defence folding like a fat man sitting on a soggy paper cup, a slab of cement hit her skull, and next thing she knew, she was sitting up groggily in a closest-sized cell. A bit of muttering could be heard between two guard's, not that she could understand, they spoke almost always in Chikkeenese. The hinges groaned and the door swung forward, the two recently conversing guard's forcing her the stand up. They guided her out of the cell, obviously to be shot or something like that.

"Bawk, bawku, bawkbawk, bawk." The guard turned to his partner, shrugging,

"Bawk, babawk, bawk, bawku, bawk." Muttering another string of incomprehensible words, she decided to see if their language was just variations of 'bawk',

"...bawk, bawk, bawk..." deciding to imitate their tone, the second guard grew agitated, slapping her across the face,

"Bawk, bawk, BAWK!" She decided that what she said was obviously some form of insult in Chikkeenese. They pushed the door open into a circular, blood-stained room, they gripped their weapons, pushing her into a wall and leveling the pistol to her head, beads of sweat rolled down her brow, preparing for death.

BANG!

She closed her eyes even harder, and her eyes fluttered open after three seconds. She felt water peppering her hair, and the bullet smoking inside a hole beside her head. Smoke snaked from the first room to the next, and the men dropped their weapons, looking for an extinguisher. They were worried about something, what could they be worried about?

Another explosion rocked the room, a tidal wave of fire consuming the two men, setting alight anything that could be set. A gas tank? She quickly dived to the ground and covered her mouth, wooden rods crashing to the ground and tables consumed by flames. Smoke was everywhere, and she squinted through the haze. She could of lay there, dead in seconds, and there was nothing that could save her.

That was when the wall crumbled.

The entrance would be set on fire in moments, so she had to get out of there, fast. She pulled herself up, bolting from her position and doing her best not to inhale smoke, she was just a few steps before the safety of fresh air and the outside, when a blast of flame scorched her side, and she yelped out, crashing into the dirt. Coughing madly, and grasping the burn.

[iHawk]

Malakai Ross
A Bank... somewhere
Hiding... kinda'

Looking back, it was hard to tell where or when my life ended. Was it when I was demoted and sent to Roleplaye to settle a boring deal with a nearly insignificant company? Or maybe when the Chikkeen attacked the city and I was forced to hide or die a no-doubt horrible death? No, it was most likely when I woke up under a pile of corpses, some of which I recognized as people whom I was escaping with. Even the invaders saw me as dead, I had half planned on just laying there and dying... but that was gross so I extricated myself and ran. Once, I was a respected business man, itallian suits, sports cars, corner office. All that jazz... now I was running for my life, dressed in a blood-stained and torn silk shirt, black slacks and - quite surprisingly... somewhat ironic - a nearly un-touched red silk tie. Maybe it did in fact have blood on it as well... but I couldn't see any.

Straightening my tie out of nervous instinct I peered out the second story window once more, I didn't see any guards this time. Looking desperately down either side of the street... there were none. My heart skipped a beat, I practically jumped for joy. Grabbing up a suitcase I claimed - which now contained everything I owned - I bolted down the stairs to the main floor... it was dark but I heard no one in the building. Hurrying to the front windows to take a last look, I deemed it safe and bolted out of the bank.

What an idiot I am.

[Black.Ice]

OOC: No, it's perfect.

We have a great variety of people here from a med student to a guy who knows how to use weapons. Great posting so far.
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Kevin
Leaving Apartment Garage / Going to the mall

The night was clear. Kevin exhaled deeply. Summer had started so the weather wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either. He had exited the parking garage without incident as he had been watching the patrols from his vantage point in the parking garage.

He was in downtown. The parking garage was for the Valley Mall, an outdoor type mall. He had reasoned that walking through the streets would be suicide as there was virtually no cover and it was crawling with Chikkeen guards. The outdoor mall would be empty, however, it had numerous trees as well as an odd structure to it that made easier than hiding in the streets.

If he could get passed the mall, he would be relatively safe for the rest of the night. Or so he hoped.

[Black.Ice]

Anoiktos: Continue from where you left off. I want to see you post more before I GM you char.

Holjfie: You miraculously escape, your only, injury being your shin. Since you were pumped up with adrenaline, you didn't notice how about you hurt it. It's bruised pretty bad and that's going to affect how far you can walk. You can freestyle what you do next before I interrupt. :)

Nostradamus: Your distraction works. Two guards go to investigate. Two guards remain but they're distracted and interested in what was there. There is a blind spot behind them, and you can take it if you want. Who knows, you might get lucky and get passed.

Tech: Yeah, they speak English. :) Or they Bawk. Either one is acceptable, lol.

You make it out of there alright. The bodies are found fifteen minutes later when the guards fail to report in. Security cameras have caught you in the act. Your entire precinct and area is now on high alert. They're searching more thoroughly now.

Escade: The burn isn't as bad as you think, but it still hurts like hell. That's going to slow you down. The explosion was a huge distraction and you managed to get away. Guards are worried about defending, they're worried about how to stop the fire considering there is no fire department. So your character escaped, free style it out.

iHawk: Sheer luck is on your side. Your character gets away unscathed, for now.


Everyone else: If I missed you, or a I didn't tell you to do anything specific, that means you can continue and freestyle RP until I decide to step in and throw a curveball at you.

Excellent posts everyone, this is turning out to be a lot better than I thought!

[Tech]

Name: David
Location: Dark Alley
Out for a stroll
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Although his little escapade was a success, he was starting to think that it wasn't worth it. He had just seen his eight Humvee in the last half hour. Their spot lights pierced through the darkness of the alleyways he had been slowly moving through. Apparently his little resupply had gotten the Chikkeen's attention. He crouched between two large dumpsters as he waited for the sound of the Humvee to disappear into the night.

Honestly, I don't know why they're so upset, that only makes numbers 23 and 24 for me. Their numbers have got to be in the thousands by now, I don't think it's quite fair that they're so angry with me, it's not like I'm gonna top their high score anytime soon.

As the sound of the Humvee moved safely off into the distance David hoisted his bag of ammo onto his back, rechecked his weapons, turned the safeties off and moved to the corner of the alley. It was a good hundred yards to the south and across the street to his next stop. He figured that at this rate, with the number of patrols in the area he was at least two hours from the mall he was heading for. He'd take a quick break and grab a quick bite once he got there. His trip back to his home precinct had taken him quite a few miles out of the way, but now with this added hassle of increased patrols he was actually worried for the first time that he wouldn't make it out of this cursed city.

With a deep breath, David tightened the straps of his bag and took off for the next alley, gun in hand, senses alert for the next patrol.

[Nostradamus]

Name:Francis
Location:Building
On the move... slowly
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Francis had noticed the blind spot behind the two guards but he decided not to risk it. Instead he crossed the road and entered the building. It wasn't in good condition, it looked like it may have been a small warehouse, but it was hard to tell. All the windows were blown out, leaving shards of glass strewn all over the floor. Various shelving units had fallen all over the place leaving few silent paths for Francis to take.

He slowly picked his way through the building. He had reached a particularly tense moment when he was paralell to the guard station, they were just ten feet from the other side of the open window, and Francis had only one route, across about twelve feet of broken glass. It took him ten minutes to find a silent route across. After half an hour he worked his way to the other side of the building. Taking the route through the building did have some benefits, he managed to find a map of Roleplaye, a torch and a gas mask.

Opening the back door he scanned the streets. They appeared to be empty. Countless schemes ran through his mind. Find a sewer entrance... Find a CCTV station and try to find other survivors... Head to a mall... Head straight to the evacuation point...

Doing another take of his surroundings he noticed a small building with a sign reading Roleplaye Planning Permission Offices. A light buld lit up in his head. What if they have maps of the sewers? I could see if that's a possible route. I have a gas mask and a torch, so what if I get some crap on me, i'll survive.

He decided on heading for the building and searching for the maps he needed. It was about twenty-five metres across an unlit street. The power cut had affected the streetlights as well as the hospital.

[Biohazard]

Jack Derban
42nd Street
Being stealth awesome

Jack aimed his reticle on a Chikkeen watchman's head. He sat in the window of an office building with his rifle sticking out of the slightly opened tinted window. He had been there for most of the day, watching the patrol patterns of the soldiers below.

Every thirty minutes two humvees drove down the street and turned left after a block. Every hour fifteen soldiers walked down the street for three blocks and turned right. As for the stationary soldiers, there was one posted at every entrance to the buildings, he had even seen a few snipers posted in office windows.

Jack looked down at his watch, it was 5:49 and the sun was slowly descending below the skyscrapers of downtown Roleplaye. He was going to need to move soon. He had pretty much planned out his route, using a map he found in the basement of the building. When it got dark, he would make his way to the parking garage beneath the building. There he would steal a really fast car and drive as fast as he could towards the secret rendezvous point. He had a thirty minute interval in which there were no troop patrols or Humvees. He would have to use that to his advantage.

He looked down at his watch again, 6:00 PM on the dot. He threw the strap of his rifle over his shoulder and grabbed up his duffel bag. He sprinted towards the maintenance stairs, and descended towards the parking garage.

(ooc: Don't worry, my character sounds a lot more badass than he really is. Just wait and see.)

[Ghelgath]

Zatarra Ondracek
Roleplaye South High School
Basically failing

Zat crept out of the administrators office quietly. He had been inside the school building for days and he knew it was safe, but he insisted on practicing stealth anyways.

As far as he was concerned, there wasn't a way out of the building without confronting at least one guard, but at least they assumed they had cleared out the school so he wasn't constantly on alert, however much of a mistake that would be.

Earlier that day he had visited the weight room and acquired a metal pole, which his plan was to knock out the guard at one of the doors with and make his way towards the rendezvous, that is rather close to the building and that he counted that as a blessing.

Practicing with this pole, however, was a different matter all together. He was doing more damage to himself than any of the Chikkeen soldiers had managed to, and he was sore all over. At least he understood how to use it well enough now that he wouldn't hit himself at some crucial point in a fight.

Creeping slowly towards the back door leading out towards the rendezvous, he prepared to make his move.

[Anoiktos]

Jimmy
Exiting the park
Engaging in philosophical debate

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"Oi, Jimmy! Stop!" Whozzat? Doesn't sound like me. Then again, doesn't sound like anyone else, either. 's the problem with hallu.. hallucin. 's a drug of some kind. Hallucin. Noble gas? No, tha's Halogen. Or is it? Who else 'round here would know my name? Tha doctors? No, no. Thas' me. Not anyone.. anyone else.

Now, the quest' tha quest'n is, who am I to call myself like that? I should be more careful, really. Shoutin' like that's likely to attract the attention 'o soldjers like these 'ere, wot are runnin' around an' shoutin'.

"Hey, Jimmy! grab that truck!" 'sright, Jimmy. Do what 'e says. Jess' trust tha unnamed .. unnamed... wossname. Voice. It'll set you straight. No trap.. Traps'll fall on ya. Er, in.. On.

"Here, you distract them, I'll grab the truck." 'kay. I kin do that. Grab tha truck and I'll distract 'em, too. Grab... Right. Truck. "Oi, Driver! I's right here! Me mate ain't gonna drive off wi' yer truck or noffin while yer tryin' ta kill me, yeah?" Shut up, Jimmy! Why'd you have to go and yell at them like that? Now I'm stuck in passive, and you're driving. Oh, fantastic. You're going to get us both killed.

"IS'S WOT YOU were plannin' to do ta ME, right?" Well, yes, Jimmy. I was planning on getting you killed, because you're a useless deadweight. What sort of language is that for a surgeon? Can you even hear yourself?

"Oh? An' what sort of friend're you, who leaves me ta die with this man 'ere shottin at me? I'll cut yer, ye barstud! Jimmy is fer Jimmy now, an' Jimmy alone!"

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As an excessively confused driver, recently bereft of his bodyguard by somewhat drunken yelling in the park, encounters a ghoulish, dirty figure running quickly towards the jeep with what appears to be a rather thin grasp on reality, his expression moves from fear to a grim sort of pity. Such pity is insufficient, however, to keep him from leveling a pistol at the hulking, hunching figure (which appears to have managed to get into a fight with itself, and firing.

It is altogether unfortunate for him that Jimmy misses himself, firmly planting the blade of a scalpel into the ground as his shot passes above the weaving man. The momentary confusion caused by this erratic gait is not enough to cause the driver to lose sight of the objective - to kill this interloper - but it is, regrettably, enough time for Jimmy to slice the scalpel into the arm of this new enemy (who, he figures, must also be Jimmy, and therefore an enemy) with surgical precision.

[I had more planned, but realized you'd probably want to adjucate the results of this sort of action]

[SolidSamurai]

Kenny 'Fissile' (last name erased; id destroyed)
Private Area of Strip Club
Discussing Resistance Plans

"Fissile isn't my real name, guys."

"Well whatever your real name is, man, I don't give a shit. I don't like you or your ideas! Suicide bombing? What the fuck is this? It hasn't come to this, man! There's nothing going on that bad that we can't just lay low. I mean, we could always do something like... lay low." Fred wasn't sure what else to say, he didn't want to feel stupid.

"Lay low, and then what?" That was Andrey Yule, the hard headed club owner.

A nervous silence. Nobody spoke until fissile finally felt he had to break the mood once more.
"These fascist mother fuckers sure are violent. I seen them. You wouldn't believe what they themselves have resorted to," he began again, "They've butchered preteen girls on the street simply for existing, being there. And that doesn't include raping, pillaging, gunning down rioters and looters. None of that usual bogus that goes with occupation. They are straight up evil and I would know. I know that we have to do everything we can to prevent them from succeeding if they haven't already. That includes stealing supplies, shooting them on site. Sticking together. First things first, barricade the club. Make like nobody's home. Gather up survivors if you can. Don't let any of the uniformed bastards, even one, come close to any of us. They'll do whatever the hell they fuckin' well want if they've got a gun."

"Well I'm sure surprised they haven't come here yet; I've had my signs taken down and phone lines cut off, " Andrey remarked.

"I know they're violent dude, I uh... I know that," Fred said again, stumbling over his words, "But if they like, set fire to the place?"

"Then we're fucked. And we, or at least I know they won't set fire to every building in the city. They need somewhere to camp too, after all."

"Yah well, I've heard rumors that they're camping out in the forests!" Al piped.

"Yes, but they're lazy bastards too. They take the glory out of the occupation and step on it. Treat it like a panty raid. They'll steal our own food and supplies if we let 'em, which explains why they've been frequenting the cities. It almost seems like that was the whole purpose of the occupation to begin with."

"Alright dude," Bobby threw his hands up, "What's the first stage of this plan going to be?"

"First we establish a network. At least a few of you are network technicians, so we could get our own secured LAN going. A heavily encrypted site is almost essential. We can't let the enemy know of our existence, and we need communication. Round up as many people that we haven't already rounded up; whatever is possible. Form teams. Each team will carry a laptop. In the first stages we avoid the enemy, but shoot any who cross our path. Everyone will carry a weapon; we'll need as much firepower as possible. That means automatic weaponry, explosives, surplus ammunition; it's all essential. Try to keep women and children out of this unless they volunteer. We will rotate around areas, 9:00am the park, 12:00pm we spread throughout the alleyways. We head home by 4:00pm and then have a few brave and experienced teams circulating for supply runs all throughout the night. We avoid going outside the city unless the enemy has gone crazy, and already contradicted what I've theorized. We avoid the streets. We stick to the subways at night and day times. We try to meet up in those other areas I already specified." Fissile cleared his throat, "And that's it for now."

Andrey stood up,
"Alright people, make it tomorrow. Tonight, we try to get some rest."

Everyone was in nervous agreement. Nobody complained.

(OOC: My character's job will be to try to make sure all the other PC's can get out of here. I'm just in it for the soldier head shots/ganks. :D)

[Black.Ice]

Tech: Freestyle a bit for now, I've been throwing a lot of stuff. Continue on your merry way and keep up the good work.

Nostradamus: Perfect. Continue into the sewers. I was actually anticipating someone to go into the sewers. You'll find some surprises in there if you decide to go that route. Continue to freestyle for now. Great posts.

BioHazard: Great post. Continue for now, I'll throw some stuff at you when you write some more.

Ghelgath: Nice intro post. I'll let you continue some more before I make your character's life hell. Welcome to the RP. :)

Anoiktos: You seem to be making this almost difficult for yourself without my intervention. Nice posts. I like the internal character struggle. I'm going to let you continue and see were you go with this.


SolidSamurai: A resistance isn't what I had in mind. The NPC's in this are powerful and out number you 100 to 1. If you continue with the resistance, you're going to be killed. Fair warning. ;)

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Gamer's Utopia -- 100 Miles Away
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The night was not silent in the nearby city of Gamer's Utopia. Dozens of jets had begun their preflgiht checks and were ready to take air. Numerous bombers were ready to follow. Reconnaissance teams had just reported in, and key targets had been isolated.

It was no fact that the Chikkeen severely out gunned and out manned the Warboardian's when it come to land combat, however, the Warboardians had always claimed the air. The were going to rely on heavy air strikes and missile strikes to weaken them up before sending in their ground forces to reclaim the city.

But the question remained, why had the Chikkeen spearheaded towards Roleplaye, and why had they used such vast resources to claim it? Why were they establishing posts and defending it so heavily? What was within the city...?

Meanwhile, numerous border skirmishes had begun between the Chikkeen and the Warboardians. An all out war had just begun.


OOC: In other words, bombers are on their way. If you're close to a Chikkeen base, or a heavily fortified area, or some large building, watch out for incoming bombers. Don't say I didn't warn you.

[Ktan]

Karl Tanner
Yet another unknown abandoned flat
Training


Karl grunted, lifting himself up again. It was his regular morning exercise, and he was damned if any Chiks were going to get in the way of it. Eyeing his AK-47 in the corner and feeling the cold concealed knife slide against his skin, he wanted to fight. But it was no use. Apparently, the underground merchants spoke of there being a surprisingly large (but inevitable) resistance movement , and Karl would have been eager to join it. He'd always had a codename sorted out too, a system for the resistance. A person would take their first initial and the first three letters of their last name. An apostrophe would neatly be inserted between. Karl smiled a little, liking the resulting codename he would glean.

However, such a time was not one for lingering idle thoughts. Karl had nearly overworked himself while trapped in his thoughts, and this was dangerous. If he became muscle-bound, he could not fire his gun or use his knife properly. If he could not fire his gun or use his knife properly, he lost one of his contingency plans. If he lost one of his contingency plans, he was a step closer to an inevitable death.

He had the plan in his head. Instead of fighting a pointless last stand here, he would run, moving mainly by the night. He lingered on the memory, huddled and crouched in a long jacket, the romantic sound of his feet splashing through the shallow puddles as he ran, the stolen breaths as he pressed his back to a wall, hiding from the guards.

Dropping down, Karl inspected his rifle, making sure it was clean and well maintained. He was lucky. He'd been part of the Warboards NRA, so knew his way about a gun. The AK-47 wasn't perfect, but if it hit one of the Chiks, their flimsy armour would be torn in two. Karl had never liked the Chiks, and would always use that name, even if it was a racist anachronism. But he knew, deep down, they would always try something like this.

Suddenly there was a sound of clattering equipment. Spinning around, Karl shoved his bag into the corner and hugged his assault rifle. The training bar had been set up in a door way that faced the toilet door. He heard someone enter it and, half a minute later, the flushing sound of the water draining down the cistern. Karl held his breath. Stealing a glance, he saw the other soldier stood outside the john, waiting for his fellow. They were no doubt scouting for insurgents, but lax in their duties. Nevertheless, Karl could not escape while they were here, and he knew they would make more than one sweep before they left. He flicked the gun to burst fire. This would make sure they would die, but hopefully save ammo.

"Chiks!" he yelled, and they turned before being blasted by two short bursts of AK-47 fire. One tumbled back into the bathroom while the other lay splayed out on the floor. Those were the first Chiks he'd actually killed, and he was stunned. Smoke floated from the gun, setting off the fire alarm.

"Shit."

Karl had to run. It wasn't even night yet.

[Black.Ice]

OOC:

I feel like I'm becoming a broken record, but let me say it again: You guys are doing a fabulous job. Great work, keep it up. Let me know if you have any comments or questions. If you find anything (like my GM'ing style, please feel free to bring it up via PM). A few of you have already contacted me through PM and I appreciate it. If you have anything to add, comment, or criticize, I'd like to hear from ya.


Character Stuff:

Ktan: Your character was close to a fairly heavily guarded area. You have about a five minute lead on four guards who are chasing you down. Get the hell out of there, as fighting will result in you getting hurt in some way or another.


A few more things I'm going to add about the Chikkeen, to make things interesting. I just came up with these rules / guidelines / info today:

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1. They are different from humans. Not very much so, but just enough to make them look a bit different. Usually a bit taller. A few bird like feaures, like hawkish eyes, and somewhat of a beak (lol).

2. They are more advanced when it comes to land based weaponry. This means guns, armor, tanks, you name it. Think of it is they have 2020 weaponry, and we have 1990s. They have computerized crap, we have our old school stuff. You can't use their weapons, because all of them work only with Chikkeen DNA or some such.

3. The resistance will be crushed. They outnumber you. The purpose of this RP is to learn to run and evacuate from an RP without fighting. The reason for this is a lot of RP's are focused around fighting, with few making good use of NPC's in a running way. Fighting just involves fighting, and I know a lot of you can RP that. However, when you run, you have to use your setting, and a lot more surrounding in detail. It's a completely different ball game. That doesn't mean you have to be a chicken and run the entire time though; you can fight when it comes, but your primary goal is to get to the evacuation point.

5. The Chikkeen are ruthless and just plain evil. That makes it easier to want to kill them. Show no mercy if you do fight them / encounter them. If you want to through in a bit of history, you can assume that this isn't the first war between the two, but there had been a relatively peaceful period before this. They don't trade. They don't talk. Relations are always hostile.

6. There is no # 4.

[Tech]

Name: David
Location: Streets of Roleplaye
Ready for Lunch
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The first half of David's night had gone by faster than he expected and it gave him hope, he just might be able to make it out of this alive. Once he had figured out the Chikkeen patrol schedules he got into a rhythm. Approximately two minutes after a Chikkeen Humvee had passed the alley he would move to the corner, take a deep breath and then sprint to the next alley. There he would wait for about a minute and a half for the next patrol to get to him and then repeat the process. Instead of the two hours he had predicted would get him to the mall, it had only taken a little over an hour, now he was just one more quick sprint to a building adjacent to the mall, and then he could practically stroll into the building.

He took his deep breath like he normally would, and then his heart stopped. Just as he was about to run he heard the sound of something he had hoped he would never have to face, a Chikkeen tank. Despite how much his gut was telling him to run away, his head told him he had to be certain. After a few seconds he slowly moved his head to the corner and peaked an eye out, the sound of his hopes being crushed was almost audible. There at the intersection sat one of the largest tanks on the planet, and behind that was a line of transport trucks unloading soldiers who streamed into the mall.

So much for a lunch break. Looks like another long night of plan B.

Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind it too was crushed. Two Humvees rushed up the street past him and formed a road block, their spotlights constantly sweeping the streets in front of them. A minute later another troop transport pulled up and unloaded its cargo which quickly spread out and started sweeping the area. David knew when it was time to go, and now was about thirty seconds past that time. A quick silent sprint to the other end of the alley and disaster struck, another roadblock and another group of soldiers. He was trapped, and if he stayed in the alley he would be dead.

Fate truly was against him it seemed, of the four doors in the alley the first three he checked were all locked, as he moved to the last door the Chikkeen moved closer to him. Panic set in, hands were shaking, thoughts were racing and incomprehensible, and it took all of the energy he had to suppress his desire to scream and go out in a blaze of glory. Then the click of the bolt moving as he turned the handle brought his focus back. He had to get inside, the streets were only the first place the soldiers would sweep, the buildings would be next.

The first thing he looked for, and luckily found quickly was a bank of elevators. If he had learned one thing over the last weeks it was that the average Chikkeen soldier wasn't the most thorough of searchers. He got into the first elevator and moved to the top floor. Then with his knife he popped open the elevators control panel and started pulling out wires. If the elevator didn't work they wouldn't spend much time checking it he hoped. Yet as it seemed that his traveling was done for the night he decided to get some rest and a bite to eat while he waited for things to cool down. With a quick push at the ceiling and then a quick pull-up he was safely on top of the elevator, and now it was just time to wait.

[Nostradamus]

Name: Francis
Location: Roleplaye Planning Permission Office
Searching
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Francis had made it safely across the street and in to the office, again using a broken window as his entrance. He slipped silently through the building, staring with disbelief at how such a seemingly busy place had been reduced to an abandoned husk so quickly. He soon found his way into the town architectural archives - a tiny, square windowless room with filing cabinets around the walls.

Fortunately the filing cabinets were unlocked and Francis obtained a map of the sewers. He sat on the ground and tried to figure out a viable route. He could see from the map that there was a manhole directly outside the south facing wall of the building. It was off the streets in a waste disposal area for the surrounding buildings. From there Francis would have to make his way north for around five miles, before heading east for half a mile and then north again for another five miles. This would leave him close to the outskirts of the city, ten miles from the evacuation point. Or alternatively he could proceed north for eight miles and enter the subways than ran under Roleplaye. But he would decide on which way to go at the five mile point.

Gathering his nerves, Francis shakily opened a bottle of water and drank deeply. He was barely fifty metres from the hospital and he was already deciding to crawl through atleast eight miles of shit. It wasn't pretty, but it was survival. He slowly opened the back door of the building, scanned the surroundings and stalked towards the manhole cover.

[Ktan]

Karl Tanner
Yet another unknown abandoned flat
Getting the Hell out of Dodge!

Karl was tentative. He approached the dead bodies. It was likely that guards would usually ignore something as mundane as a fire alarm, but the gunshot had no doubt been audible. Karl had considered grabbing a silencer before, but none fitted his weapon. That, and a silencer didn't really work like they do in the movies anyway, they just suppressed the noise at best.

No matter what, Karl had to run. He already had his backpack on. However, he didn't have many clips left, and more ammunition would be hard to come by. Considering it carefully, Karl picked up the gun. It was quite a satisfying feeling; the gun was clearly well designed and crafted. However, as Karl placed his finger near the trigger, there was a click and the gun locked up. The trigger went stiff, and a small red light beeped on the top of the grip.

"Silent alarm..." Karl groaned, hurling the gun through the window. No doubt guards would come to inspect this room, but the signal should hopefully attract the majority of guards to the streets for long enough to make good an escape. It had been roughly a minute since the gunshots had been fired. Rushing to the exit of the flat, Karl poked his head around and then burst into a sprint down the hallway.

Running down the flight of stairs at the far end of the building, as Karl was halfway down the steps, he heard a clatter of footsteps. There were soldiers at the bottom of the stairs, and they would catch him on the way up. No doubt, other guards would soon be approaching from behind and would trap him, so he would have great difficulty doubling back. He needed to find a way out of this situation. With his gun, he stood no chance against (at least three, by the count of the footsteps) armed and alert guards. He had to find a quick way to circumvent or incapacitate them.

[Solar]

This is my first time writing a story in this fashion. I've written short stories before!

Michelle LaPlatte
Abandoned Gas Station
Figuring out where to run!
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I sat in the darkness and I was huddled up underneath the register. It had been a long day and I was stuck inside of a gas station. I don't know what I was thinking and why I didn't evacuate when I got the chance. But I had to take care of my family and make sure they got out first. They did, so I was relieved by that.

The gas station I was in had been long abandoned. It had been looted for most of its supplies but there were a few food stuffs. I was about ten miles from the evacuation point. I was in a suburban area where there were a lot of houses and small shops. I looked at a clock that hung on the wall of the small family owned gas station. It was hard to read in the dark but I think it said it was close to midnight. I had lived close to this area so I knew it really well.

I slowly stood up and looked out the glass windows and into the area where cars pump gas. There were no guards in the area but I was still freaked out. I didn't know what to do if they saw me. I slowly walked towards the door and said my prayers and pushed it open. The door creaked open and I thought it was loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood, but I was just over reacting.

I didn't waste any time. I bolted towards the back of a small strip mall. Hopefully no one was there waiting for me.

[Black.Ice]

Nostradamus, Ktan, and Solar: Continue to freestyle and post like you normally would. You're leading up to something by yourself, and I'll throw random stuff at you later.

And Solar, welcome to the RP forum. If you have any questions, you can always PM me or post them in the thread stickied at the top of the forum.

[Biohazard]

Jack Derban
Office Building Parking Lot
Drive Really Fast

Jack crouch ran between cars, searching for one that might have the keys in it. He had learned how to hot-wire a car a long time ago from one of his delinquent friends, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to resort to that.

After examining around ten cars, he gave up trying to find one with the keys in it. He moved to the reserved parking section where he knew the really nice cars would be. The first car to catch his eye was a dark blue dodge viper, his grin spread wide.

He moved up to the driver's side window and reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a Slim Jim. He slipped it between the window and rubber seal with ease. He carefully maneuvered it around, he had never used one before but he'd seen it done a million times in movies. Suddenly he heard a crack, a pop, and something falling down inside the door. He stopped moving the Slim Jim and gulped. He slowly pulled the Slim Jim out and tried the handle, suddenly the car alarm began blaring.

"Shit!" Jack began to panic. He slipped his rifle off of his shoulder and slammed its butt into the window, shattering it. He tossed his bag into the passenger seat along with his rifle and Slim Jim. He clambered in through the window and rifled through the duffel bag. After a few seconds he produced a screwdriver. He glanced out the front window and noticed two Chikkeen guards coming slowly down the aisle.

"Shit, shit, shit," he began to repeat softly as he tore the front panel of the viper off. He pulled some of the wires out and glanced up again, they were about fifty feet away. He ducked his head under and stripped the "on" positive and negative wire. He reached blindly into his bag and pulled out a roll of electrical tape. He tore a piece off and, after twisting the two wires together, taped them up. Then he pulled out the starter wires and stripped them, he glanced up. Twenty feet, their rifles were now raised. He touched the two ends together, the engine started. He sat up, the two stunned guards had their rifles pointed directly at him.

"Oh shit," he shoved his foot against the accelerator, the wheels spun for a second then the car lurched forward. The two guards started pulling their triggers, but the front bumper of the car had already smashed their shins and they were on the ground writhing in agony. Jack gunned it for the exit of the parking garage.

[Black.Ice]

BioHazard: You think I'm going to make your life that easy? Mwahahaha.


You get out of the parking garage, but it took you about 2 minutes. The guards, while injured, were not killed. They radioed in for help. Gaurds have already surrounded the exit to your parking garage, and army vehicles are en route. If you continue driving, it'll lead to your death.

[Biohazard]

Oh you just watch me Black.Ice. I was hoping for something along those lines, just wait and see. I might post later tonight depending on how many people post today.

[Nostradamus]

Name: Francis
Location: Sewers
On the move
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Francis made it in to the sewers without being noticed. The manhole had been cracked in half by the impact of one of the many explosions during the initial Chikkeen invasion. The sewers absolutely stank and Francis pulled on a paper builders mask he had acquired from the warehouse.

The sewer was a river of brown filth running between two flooded walkways. Francis was ankle deep in the excrement of others, his shoes, socks and feet completely wet. Using his torch to see by and his map of the sewers to guide him he proceed on his journey. Francis wasn't bothered by the rats or the constant drips falling on his head, all that was going through his head was the decision he would have to make. Ten miles of sewer leading to the open, or eight miles of sewer followed by risking it in the subway. With these thoughts running through his mind he struggled on.

"I could kill for a cup of tea" He muttered to himself as he struggled to find a smile.

[SolidSamurai]

Kenny 'Fissile'
Once again in the 'play pen' club meeting room, a few days since last few meetings
Debriefing

"Report."

"Boss, we came across a bit of a snag."

"What kind of snag?" Kenny pressed his fingers into his forehead. This was almost becoming harder than he suspected. Though he knew it'd be hard.

"Chikkeen. They had hunting parties with that wire they use to slip down from helicopters and high locations really fast. Somehow they caught us, even though we evaded all observers as best we could."

"How many did you lose?"

"Just a few. We gave the parties hell though, and there were like four following us. Man, no one could fight that."

"Look, I don't care how impossible the situation was. What happened? Did they catch any of you alive? How did you escape?"

"Escape, oh well we escaped into the sewers and blew a section of wall in the direction of those deadly bastards. Eventually we lost 'em, and I'm absolutely certain of that."

Kenny's hands were pressed into a steeple, "Do you know if they captured anyone alive..."

"No. Uh... no we don't."

"Thank you. You're off duty for now, soldier. I'll call you back when I or others have need of you."

"Yessir." The man quickly dumped his gear in a wooden trunk in a corner of the room, and then made his way through the door into the ladies bathroom, which lead to a carved out tunnel where he would deposit his gun and ammunition, almost bumping into a few skimpily-clad, topless girls.

Kenny's teams hadn't made much progress. Very few survivors were either hiding quite well and suspicious of their nature, or simply didn't exist at all (though he refused to believe the latter). They'd come across a few innocents in their suburban homes, forcing them to move with the resistance. Supply raids had gone fairly well, though they lost Andrey in a hand-to-hand fight. The man never had a chance. He'd been shot in the leg and when he knew they'd capture him, he opted to plant a primed grenade in his mouth. Kenny hadn't witnessed that.

Tomorrow, it'd be another supply run. The sewers, along with the subways would become a new route. They'd already had access to some of the trams and trains and a few were even modded for wartime with armor and gunports. The networks were working. But survivors were few. That deeply troubled Kenny, and he knew they'd need more manpower if they had any chance of staking themselves for a good hard run.

It'd only been just under a week as of yet, they were low on food, the running water would need some more routing for efficient tapping, and he sure as hell wasn't done with the game.

[Nostradamus]

[OOC]@SolidSamurai: Don't you think that it would be awfully difficult to operate a tram unnoticed? And to mod it for wartime? And to mount an entire resistance? I mean these invaders have technology 30 years more advanced than our own.

[Holjfie]

William
Dumpster
Breathing hard
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William sat in filth. The smell was bad enough and the mere thought of touchy old spaghetti made him gag. But a small rest was better than no rest, and his shin was bothering the hell out of him. Having made a couple of runs out in the nearly open, trying not to be seen, and having smoker's lungs, made running difficult. What he'd give to light a cigarette right now. His hand almost strayed to his back pocket.

He had forgotten how tired he was. Maybe he could take a cat nap. His eyes started to close.

(OOC: Geez, little time away and this things reaches four pages. Sorry for the small post, but I don't have much time right now. I'll make a longer one sometime very soon.)

[SolidSamurai]

[OOC]@SolidSamurai: Don't you think that it would be awfully difficult to operate a tram unnoticed? And to mod it for wartime? And to mount an entire resistance? I mean these invaders have technology 30 years more advanced than our own.

OOC: Dude, if I get killed I can always roll another character. :P
And the only technology needed to mod a vehicle would be the skill of service and a few welders. I never said they were well-modded. More like dawn of the dead style; what they did to the bus in that movie. The trams are operated 'down stairs' in the subways, and the resistance is currently trying to move them to the sewers.

[Black.Ice]

OOC: Once you die, you're banned from getting back into the RP. New rule! :) :)

That gives you motivation to stay alive!

moar updates:

Nostradamus:

Man, walking through the sewers. I'll make your life a bit easier. You approach a clearing that isn't flooded, and manage to walk on walkways. You approach a junction that has an exit, and then you hear a distant buzzing. You manage to hide, but see a flying bot -- a primitive airborne robot that's patrolling the sewers. It's armed, intelligent, but it doesn't have the best of sensors. You can continue around to evade it or make your way to the surface.

SolidSamurai: Your resistance HQ is found. Over 100 troops are en route. You can either fight it out and die or run like hell.

Holjfie: Yeah, this thread is pretty wild! Just take a break for now and freestyle RP when you have time.

[SolidSamurai]

OOC@BlackIce: Or we can do both: Fight it out and then run like hell. :D

Fissile had made it back to base just in time,

"Bar up the bar, we've got some serious company!"

"Fuck... how many?" Herald was a survivor.

"Too many."

Bobby jumped in, "I'll help man the roofs with our rifles. We'll hold 'em off, give 'em whats coming."

Someone had to be the one to 'do it' after all. Fissile knew he'd never see Bobby again.

They hugged, "Been nice knowin' you man."

Bobby almost let off a tear in that moment, "I don't know what... what else to say. I guess, see you on the other side?"

"Hehe, yah soldier. You're a fucking bad ass. Don't let up ever. In hell or heaven or wherever you happen to be."

"Wherever I happen to be... I'll give them hell," He grinned in conformity, "Alright people, we ready? Excellent, let's get started," And Bobby was off. Heavy weapons, rifles, grenades and all.

Fissile took lead of the others, "Let's pack up and get moving guys. C'mon, we don't have all fucking day. Unless you want your head boiled and shriveled for chikkeen ravioli I suggest you get your asses on the line."

They would scout ahead in the tunnels, make sure the area was clear. They would keep the networks running. Gather up whatever hardware they could. They laid C-4 and gum-explosive around the building, offering the command to Bobby for to direct via laptop. A simple cmd_promptbomb/on was all it'd take to set aflame everything the late Andrey had worked for.

And soon Fissile and his remaining crew of 60 were in the tunnels.

8 people remained behind to hold off. 3 were inside. 5 were on the walls including Bobby.

Gunfire. It was dark, so perhaps the chikkeen forces didn't catch a weapon as heavy as a mountable chaingun until it fired directly in their faces. Four went down in the initial few second burst, wounded, dead or otherwise. The others stayed behind walls, prompting grenades. The first group was forced to retreat completely. The efficient resistance snipers caught a few flankers. But that was all.

Soon the resistance was forced to power their headlights so that they could see the enemy and eliminate any tactical advantage provided by IR or nightvision goggles. The enemy was at the front building almost instantly with a battering ram.

The three freedom fighters inside were out with AK-47s in nanoseconds, burning into a few careless enemy warriors. They hid behind tables and elevated floors, but the enemy really lit the place up. They went overkill, beyond-totaling every item in the vicinity of the strip club. One of Bobby's boys remained attached to the inner ceiling and at least proved an element of surprise when he tossed a grenade down, risking the lives of the others and then going all out with his own assault rifle. Of course, his position also eventually opened him up to enemy fire which got the best of him.

Two resistance soldiers were already dead and the other 3 departed the building. Bobby took the laptop from a sniper, rapping off the self-destruct command. And the building went up in flames. They directed their fire towards the entry way and onto the parking lot where most of the enemy was carelessly gathering (apparently believing that overwhelming odds would mean surrender or at least a chance of the majority of their own not being killed).

Human lives desperately attempted to escape the torturous flames and were promptly riddled with automatic fire. Bobby's league split up once more. Bobby was out of ammo and was now ablaze with pistol; his partners were being conservative. It was nearing end game, but at least they'd taken a decent few with them.

He was at a full out run. Perhaps a small portion of his mind considered escape. Escape down an alleyway. But he knew he wouldn't survive. Survival was an impossibility. They'd probably already sent back up. He was a martyr.

He hit the detonation trigger at a flat out run into the center mass of the enemy. Part of him set fire. 198 bullets entered his spleen, torso, stomache, chest cavity, ribs, neck, and groine. He had forgone his limbs. He was already dead perhaps, but he was still alive. Or maybe it was a lean between. Drowning euphoria. Who knew. But his finger was still itching on that detonation trigger. His body was aflame with fire, light and bullets.

Just a few more seconds. His flickering brain cells, dying gray matter, spoke. Or maybe a few more nanoseconds. Time seemed to freeze. And his ankle skidded on the ground. He fell forward into a soldier. And before he could finally touch down, BOOM.

A haze of orange and pink and red and yellow and darkness. All at once. No noise. No more fire. Nothing. He was in neither the hell nor heaven equivalent of an interdimensional dream, and so fissile had been wrong, maybe. Perhaps limbo. Whatever. The language of limbo spoke for him.

They'd heard the noise and knew it was over. Bobby, their leader was dead. Jason was nearly out of pistol ammo. He might of panicked and popped himself for that reason. Or maybe it was a logical reason. Perhaps both. Only words that made sense on the battlefield. Logical panic.

Only Armeeno remained. He was completely out of ammo. The soldiers knew what was coming. He stared them in the face. One raised the butt of his rifle. Armeeno ducked, plunging a knife into that mans stomache. He surprised himself, yanking it out and then cutting another's thigh, almost accidentally before hurling the weapon into the forehead of a final soldier. He screamed absurdities, punching, kicking, tripping until they finally felled him. His hand subconsciously thumbed the detonation trigger. The light was pale and brilliant and phosphorous for Armeeno. Nobody saw it coming.

So it was true after all; everyone kept their own feelings to themselves. Even when it came time to die.

[Nostradamus]

Name: Francis
Location: Sewers
Panicing
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Francis counted his blessings as the level of filth decreased as he struggled on through the sewers. It made sense to him - there's not many people left to use their toilets now. He studied his map, the next manhole, around 500 metres ahead led to an area behind a school, but he wasn't going to be using it, he had finally decided on the ten mile sewer walk.

He was beginning to feel relaxed. Sure it smelled bad, but there weren't any gun toting Chikkeen around. Francis looked around him 'I wonder how these were built' he thought to himself 'And just imagine, an entire city above me, all stood on top of a long hole in the grou...'. Something stirred him. A buzzing sound. He had heard the sound before, it was the same sound made by the flying Chikkeen probes that had been used by lazy guards to scan the hospital.

He knew that their sensors weren't good. But the sewer was narrow and he was very tall. There was no way he could get past this unless going in the filth, but all that would achieve is making it easier for the Chikkeen to sniff him out if he escapes the sewers.

The manhole was ten metres away, and a dim light was projecting on the wall fifty metres to his left by the probe heading along a joining tunnel. Francis ran towards the ladder, the sound of his shoes no doubt attracting the probe. All he could hope was that it was used to rats.

He placed his hands on the ladder and began to climb. The cover and relative safety was close now. The probe rounded the cover. Francis pushed himself towards the opening. But his backpack was too big. He panicked and fought to get his pack off. The probe was close. Francis began to struggle even more furiously. He went numb from fear. Cold sweat and old urine dripped down his forehead. The probe slipped closer below him.

[Black.Ice]

OOC:

SolidSamurai: Great post man. So Bobby, the leader is dead. I reread your post, and it looks like your character is still alive? Or did I miss something. Regardldess, I'm feeling nice for such a nicely written post that if you want to, you can come back with new character or you can pull some type of lucky thing and use your old one. Your call.

Nostradamus: You decide what happens with the probe and you can continue from there!



And with all this GM'ing, I haven't had a chance to post. I'll try doing that later today.

[Nostradamus]

Name: Francis
Location: Sewers
Still panicking
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The probe was getting closer. Francis had managed to get his backpack off and was holding it in one hand while he desperately fought with the manhole with the other hand. Something gave way and the cover began to move. The probe was about fifteen metres away now and with a mighty effort Francis heaved and pushed the cover aside.

Leaping in to the outside world, he gave himself no time to gather himself as he dived behind a large dustbin. Feeling relieved as the probe, alerted by the sound of the cover moving, carried out a quick sweep of the immediate ground level area, not bothering to check behind antything.

Francis sat behind that bin for ten minutes puffing and panting. He knew he was behind a school and so the Chikkeen were highly unlikely to be using it for anything, and it was also very likely to be deserted, children being high priority evacuees. Francis very slowly stood up and moved towards the back door.

It was left open, obviously in the commotion of a full scale evacuation there was no need to lcok everything up. Francis silently slipped in to the building, his feet still wet with urine and foeces squelched on the floor. Suddenly s loud bang exploded out of no where and Francis stifled a scream. Looking down he saw that he had kicked a first aid box. Picking it up, the still scared Francis stuffed it in his backpack, along with his other food and medical supplies.

Not wanting to hang around any longer he checked his map of Roleplaye and found he was almost halfway to the evacuation point - around twelve miles. He saw that between the school and the evacuation point there was a six mile trip through the rest of the city centre, before the final sprint through the suburbs and open areas.

'I'll rest when I get to the suburbs. Let's just get out of the city' Thought Francis as he slipped out of the school's back door, on to the, so far, empty streets.

[Ktan]

Karl Tanner
Still the apartment bulding
Trapped on the stairway to hell.

"Mother fucker..." Karl gasped, spotting the fire extinguisher right next to him. It was pressurised Carbon Dioxide, and it was heavy as hell. If he managed to hurl it down the stairs, hopefully, with a little help from gravity, it would knock one of those Chiks over. If he got really lucky, a shot to the chamber of the device would cause it to suddenly void its contents, providing some sort of smoke screen. Karl bided his time. He needed to get the best drop on the soldiers that he could.

The stairwell was rectangular, like that of most apartment blocks. Every other turn, for a few seconds, the patrol team would round out of sight. Karl had to try and catch them while they were rounding an opposite corner. Holding his breath, he rose and took aim, pushing the red cylinder from his hands just as two guards had turned up the flight of stairs. The object sailed through mid air and with a metallic clunk, bounced off the helmet of a Chik guard and hit the floor behind him. The struck guard collapsed into the fellow behind, and Karl let rip. Two shots tore into the gut of the soldier taking point, four almost ripped the upper torso of the struck soldier to pieces, and one shot struck the extinguisher neatly in the now dented chamber. There was a panicked almost sqwark like sound from below as the two soldiers who had just gotten up the stairs ran to try and catch Karl. Fortunately, he was just out of sight of the soldiers, but their legs were still visible at the base of the staircase. Again, Karl fired, and roughly half his shots slammed into the Chik angles, sending them tumbling on the stairs.

Rushing down the stair case as quickly as his legs would carry him, Karl rounded on the collapsed Chiks and finished them off before they could muster the strength to return fire.

Smashing his way through the door into the back streets. Caught in the middle of the main city, he knew he had to make it to the suburbs at the far end of Roleplaye. His feet splashed through the puddles again as the sound of gunning hum-vee engines echoed in the night.

[Holjfie]

William
Convenience store
Looting
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William rummaged through a pile of assorted things. The store, having been looted already, didn't have a choice pick of things, but all Will wanted was a something to eat, maybe a candy bar or two. And cigarettes. But he'd get to that soon enough. He found a Three Musketeers candy bar, eating it quickly and at the same time trying to savor it. It tasted good.

William sat down, moving away debris and picking the spot with no glass as far as he could tell. What would he do? He wasn't making great progress as far as he could tell. And he was getting tired. He needed a quick boost and decided to check out the drinks. Not much good stuff was left, but William managed to find a couple energy drinks and downed them. Then he found cigarettes, and though most were taken William wasn't looking for a particular brand. He picked out a couple packs, and opened one. Lighting it, he decided he needed to go to the bathroom.

[Magmaniac]

Vic
Suburbs
Planning an escape
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The suburbs around the city had been evacuated more easily and thus quickly, so when the Chik's invaded, they did not bother to post as heavy of an occupation force in the suburbs than they had in the urban areas. Just a few guards on patrol here and there.
At the time of the invasion and subsequent evacuation, Vic had been asleep in his his basement townhouse bedroom, and thus missed the entire evacuation. By the time he woke up, there were guards roaming the street. Vic has been hiding out in his home, using his own food supplies and hoping that there would be a liberation of the town before the enemies found him, but his food supplies were running out, and he had an ever growing suspicion that the guards were going through every house one by one and killing any hiding people that they found. He knew he could not survive much longer where he was. He had to move.

Vic opened his closet and looked at what he had to help him move. It was kind of hard to see in the dark (he was afraid to turn his lights on and it was getting late in the day) but he had an idea what he had already. He looked through his selection of clothes and immediately thought that everything he had was too colorful and bright, he would stick out. He looked on the floor and found a couple buckets of paint left over from when he was helping his cousin over in noobton paint her house.

Inspired, Vic stripped down naked in front of hid full length vanity mirror, and proceeded to paint his naked body in the last fading light of the day.

Vic poked his head out thorough the front door to peer into the street for any guards. Only one could be seen, meandering up the street away from Vic. He took this as his opportunity to escape. Vic dove out into the lawn, crawling away slowly, camouflaged by the coating of green paint that covered the back of him.

As he slithered away from the guard, his stomach rumbled and he knew that he would need to find food, and do it quickly.

[Black.Ice]

Nostradamus: You can rest for now, but there are guards inside of the school. They've established a low-profile base there,meaning there's some equipment and stuff lying around. They're also fiercly interrogating some prisoners who are part of the Warboardian Army. The school is fairly large, and you're on one side of the school, the base happens to be on the exact other end. So you can be heroic and rescue some people in need and risk getting killed, or you don't even have to bother knowing about the base and continue on your way.

Ktan: Great post, freestyle for now.

Holjfie: Contine on your way... everything good for now.

Magmaniac: You're naked? Seriously now. Continue about freestyling, I'll throw some insects at you or something.

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Kevin
At the mall
Planning an escape
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OOC: In case you forgot, Kevin is my character. So far, he's the guy who was in the parking lot and is heading towards the mall.

Kevin was now in the outdoor mall. He remained hidden behind bushes and various other things that were used for landscaping purposes. He hugged the walls when he had to and remained virtually hidden. He was moving a lot slower then he anticipated. The majority of the electricity in the city was now starting to flicker and die out as the power plants didn't have any one monitoring them. The only signs of electricity were from the generators the Chikkeen were using.

At night, this made the once populated city unnaturally dark and somewhat decrepit. There were no street lamps and no city lights. There had been some wide spread looting before the mass evacuation, however, many people weren't busy sticking around so lot of the stores still had most of their items. Kevin found it somewhat unnerving that all the stores had been broken into, and how everything was astray.

He walked through the malls and in the distance, he saw two Chikkeen guards. From what he had learned, there were two distinct classes of Chikkeen guards. One of them were doing all the gruntwork. They wore very little body armor, and didn't have as much armor or weapons on them as the higher ranking officers. The other class was what Kevin assumed to be officers, or something of that nature. They had much better body armor, almost a full suit with better weapons. They were also in charge of the small parties and seemed to be commanding them about. He hadn't been able to figure out who they report to or what they're function was.

Kevin saw the two guards were of the first type -- they had little body armor and didn't have the night vision units that the other officers had. In stead, they used flash lights and seemed to be patrolling somewhat lazily. Kevin assumed they were used as scouts, or only patrolling non vital areas, but again, this was an unfounded assumption.

Kevin hid in the shadows. He was a good three hundred feet away from them and they gave their position away fairly easily by brandishing their flash lights and shining it and searching. Kevin simply held his breath and watched them pass.


He sat huddled up in the bushes. He didn't want to go on. His fear was taking control of him. He had evaded about a dozen guards so far, but would he be able to avoid the guards with night vision? He had no idea, but he knew he had to continue on. But a distant rumbling and a flash of light broke his train of thought. His head cocked in the direction of the light. What was that, he thought.

There was another flash of light, this time, followed by a louder rumbling. Kevin was on fairly high ground and was able to see a distant fireball. Bombs. His head turned towards the sky. He couldn't see the bombers, but assumed there was a bombing run going on. He felt a surge of joy! His country was coming!

The flashes of light and distant rumbling continued for minutes, and Kevin looked at the sky, feeling proud. It was the first time in days he had felt excited. But then he heard the shrill sound, and a whizz of a bomb coming down. The sound was distant, but much closer then the previous flashes of light. A bomb exploded. The sound it unleashed was terrifying. The ground unnaturally shook. Kevin's ears were ringing. Seconds after the sound, he saw a huge fireball raise into the sky.

The two guards who had passed around the corner minutes earlier came running back. This time they were not lazily patrolling, but they too appeared to be happy. "Those bitches," Kevin heard one guard yell to the other, "They missed, HAA HAA BAWK. The decoy worked. By the time they get here, we'll have already had it and it's all going to be over,"

They ran passed by Kevin and he continued to sit an wait. There had been no more flashes of light. He assumed that they were done bombing, but it was just a shot in the dark. He had never been in a war, nor did he know how this worked.

But then Kevin did something confusing... Decoy? They missed? Where they talking about a small base, or was there something more. He had a feeling that there was something much more sinister planned. And for some stupid reason that he would never understand in the future, he decided to follow the two guards...

[Ghelgath]

Zatarra Ondracek
Rolplaye South High School
Still failing

Faced with two options, being either to try and sneak up on the guard quietly or rush him and surprise him, Zat managed to fail at doing both. He slipped out the door and ran forward while attempting to be stealthy, which resulted in him tripping over the pole and landing on top of the guard. Zat rushed to retrieve his pole, and just as he turned around the guard took a kick at him that connected solidly with his left shoulder. Pain shot down his arm, but in a desperate attempt for his life he ignored it and swung the pole at the guards head, striking the side of it and knocking him out.

Zat immediately regretted putting so much pressure on his arm, as now it was it's own flaming pillar of pain connected to the side of his body. He guessed it was dislocated, but it hurt to move it and he didn't want to attempt to push it back into place. He had to keep moving, so he dropped the pole and, holding his arm in place, headed out for the streets to make his way to the suburbs.

[Biohazard]

Jack glanced in the rear-view mirror at the guards on the ground, one of them seemed to be talking into their wrist.

"Shit, shit," he repeated as he drifted around a corner. As he came up on the entrance, there were five Chikkeen aiming their guns at his windshield, "Oh fuck..."

He shifted into third, gunned the accelerator, and ducked behind the steering column. He heard the clatter of automatic weapons and glass shattering as the bullets pierced his windshield. Suddenly he felt a searing pain in his left arm, he knew he'd been shot. Then he felt several thuds as he ran over the guards. He heard several more bullet impacts on his car as he passed the remaing Chikkeen, but he was through the blockade.

He sat up and turned right onto 42nd, from his observations in the office building he had seen that none of the patrol vehicles ever came that way. As soon as he felt a safe distance away from the patrols he glanced down at his arm, it wasn't bleeding horribly but the pain was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He reached into his bag with his uninjured arm while attempting to steer with the injured one. He produced a first-aid kit, he glanced down briefly as he undid the latches on it. When he looked up he saw four large jeeps with turrets on the back turning left onto 42nd street, barreling straight towards him, "Shit..."

(ooc: B.I you never said how long it would take me to die if I kept driving ;), but fear not, after my next post I wont be driving anymore, I just really wanted a car chase. Also, I figured that if I kept driving in this post, getting shot would help balance it out a little.)

[Nostradamus]

OOC: Although I would love to rescue the guards, I've already said that I went out in to the streets so i'll continue from there.

Name: Francis
Location: Inner City Streets
On the move
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Francis ran along doubled over, trying to avoid detection. He had been lucky so far, the probe being his closest encounter. Francis was was in the middle of a street of fairly large buildings. Like every other building in the city, the windows were blown out, and there was a lingering smell of smoke in the air. But Francis didn't have time to stop and stare. He had to keep moving.

Then he heard it. It started as a distant hum. Getting stronger by the second. Francis recognised the sound from the news. It was the sound of a bomber, the same kind the Warboardian Army were using in the war against the Blizzforites. Francis panicked. The sound was getting stronger and stronger and any minute the bombs would fall on the city, fall on him.

He dived in to a doorway as he heard the explosion. It had landed far away from him. All he could see was the plume of smoke rising above the buildings. He sat there terrified for ten minutes. Waiting for the next bomb to fall. Waiting for his death. But as the silence remained, his courage grew. He carried on, he made half a mile, only eleven and a half to go.

That was when he heard the Chikkeen vehicles starting up, and rumbling out of a parking lot not fifty metres in front of him.

[SolidSamurai]

"So where to now boss?"

Fissile breathed, staring up at the sewer section ceiling, "God... I don't... y'know what, I don't know. Let's just keep moving. That's all that matters right now."

Fred stretched, "Uh... I'll try to look out for a wireless connection. If we catch a modem, we can get the server running again."

OOC: I'm a little stuck so I'll let BI either come up with something in the sewers, or maybe if I'm lucky, the group will meet up with some other players. Fissile and his crew know that they're pretty much dead if they go to the streets right now.

[Jaxander]

Name: Isaac Render
Location: Hardware Store, Inner City
Hiding

Searching through the shelves of the hardware store, Isaac kept his head low, knowing that the Chikeen were just outside. Or at least it sounded like they were. Hell, with his senses on alert, it felt as if they were around every aisle.

He grabbed a small hammer and slid it into his belt, knowing that it would come in handy eventually. Continuing down, he came to the back of the store, and picked up a machete that was hanging on a pegboard by the door. Coming to the back door, he crouched low, keeping his head beneath the barred window.

He looked down at the machete, and sighed. Isaac was never an aggressive person. In fact, he fancied himself a bit of a pacifist, but he had never been pushed to his extremes before.

He tightened his grip on the machete, his knuckles turning white. Sighing again, he pressed his back against the door and slowly pushed up with his legs, peeking just over the bottom of the window. The alley beyond appeared empty, but Isaac knew there'd be patrols, at least on the streets if not in the alley.

Closing his eyes, Isaac slowly counted to three. One...he held the machete tight against his body, ready to swing it when he opened the door. Two...he reached up and gripped the door knob, turning it but not pushing.

Three.

A ringing bell made his legs give out under shock. He thumped to the floor of the store in bewilderment. There was a slam, and then another bell went off, and he suddenly realized there was someone coming into the store from the front.

Whoever it was would surely see the door open and close over the short ailses, and would more than likely pursue. He couldn't have that, not now.

Holding the machete at the ready, Isaac stayed low, almost on all fours, and moved quickly towards the counter of the store, something to duck behind and beneath as whoever entered did their search.

[OOC] Hope this was decent enough!

[Black.Ice]

Ghelgath: Your arm isn't as bad as you think it is, you start feeling good. (If you injure yourself really bad like dislocate, it's going to be a pain for the rest of the RP). You make it outside safe and you continue on your way. I'll let you make up something fun for yourself

Biohazard: Unlucky for you, the Chikkeen use advanced bullets. They pierce the flesh and release a toxin that prevents coagulation. In other words, you need to find a Chikkeen medkit or you'll bleed to death. Also, while you're car ran over the cars, you punctured a tire. You're losing air pretty fast, and won't be able to go far on the rim after it fully deflates. Fortunately for you, there's a bomber overhead and you happen to be close to a Chikkeen installation. I'll let you get creative and get your ass out of this one. Afterwards, I'll leave you alone because I'm putting you in a really tough spot, haha.


Nostradamus: Freestyle whatever you want with the vehicles approaching, with one condition. You have one of the officers I described on them, meaning they have night vision and are a lot smarter than normal Chikkeens.They have full body armor as well, and some cooler weapony. If you can disable them, you can get the cool weaponry. If you can't, you might be able to hide from the officer on the vehicle.

SolidSamurai: You think you're going to get out that easy, after being in the Resistance? :P While Bobby was pretty brave in doing what he did, he just caused a lot more Chikkeen. You and your group are going to have to get out of the sewer as there are a bunch of bots coming your way. You have about 20 minutes to move throughout the cavernous, confusing tunnels. Just to be fair, the first hole that you come out of is the middle of a parking garage, so no guards there. However, the flying bots follow you out! :)

Jaxander: That was great. Since you're new to the RP, I'm going to let you freestyle your own posts for a while until I get more of a feel of your character. Then I'll start throwing some odd stuff at him. :)

[Jaxander]

Isaac Render
Hardware Store
Hiding

Pressing his back against the inside of the store's counter, Isaac held the machete and closed his eyes tightly, listening to the two insurgents walking through the store. Their heavy boots made dull thumps as they moved cautiously through the ailses. They knew he was here, they had to. But how? He didn't move anything in the store, was careful not to disturb a thing except for the two items he took for himself.

The hammer. He reached his free hand down to it and felt it, closing his hand around its head, feeling the cold metal as a kind of reassurance. He heard the two mystery men checking through some of the supplies, and heard a muffled, quiet whispering back and forth, almost inaudible.

He decided he'd have to move. He didn't want to fight, didn't want to risk exposing himself to the Chikeen, at least not in direct combat. His only hope was to fight indirectly, hit-and-run. They were more advanced than his meager weaponry, and so he'd need to use the element of surprise as his greatest armament.

Without bothering to count to three this time, he peeked above the edge of the counter, rolling his head back to look behind him. He only saw one of the interlopers, standing straight and normal, his head and shoulders above the aisles. A gas mask was pulled over the head was emitting a slight hiss as the person breathed. Chikeen? He wasn't certain, but didn't know what else they could be.

Going back to his original position, he saw canvas bags leaning against the counter, beneath the register. Change bags. He slowly reached over and felt its weight. Oh yeah, it was heavy. Loaded with coin. That would be his best bet.

Waste no time. He leaned forward, putting his feet beneath him and standing up as he grabbed the bag with his left hand. Hoisting it up, he heard the hissing of the masks change. They had noticed him.

One of them started shouting, but he held his arm out wide and swung, using the momentum of his movement. The bag sailed over his head and struck the side of one of the assailants, knocking him down. Change rolled everywhere.

He didn't stop. He vaulted over the counter and bolted towards the back exit, shouldering through the door, the knob and bolt breaking off of the old wooden frame. The two were still shouting at him, but he didn't stop. His heart thudded in his chest like a war drum. He bolted into the alley, a dumpster directly in front of him. There was a low rumble in the street, and he saw a Chikeen armor roll by. he ducked beside the dumbster, using it as cover as he tried to collect his thoughts.

And then he saw the sewer drain. Large enough for him to slip through, he thought.

Not wanting to waste another second out in the daylight, he dove into the sewers, crawling along the drainage tunnel until it met with the rest of the sewer network. And it wasn't until he dropped into the tunnel below that a thought struck him.

Why hadn't they fired at him?

[Tech]

Name: David
Location: Elevator Shaft
Taking a breather
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David's guess had been right, the Chikkeen soldiers he had seen outside were now beginning to search the building. Even though he had expected it, the sudden movement of the other two elevators startled him. One moved up to about the fourth floor and the other up to the sixth; David assumed that it would take them a while to work their way up to the fifteenth floor where he had stranded his elevator, so he opened up his bag and started rummaging around for his lunch. Sadly, in his rush to grab ammunition, he forgot to move his food supplies from the bottom of the bag. As he finished his nicely flattened sandwich and a bottle of water there was nothing else he could do but wait.

Bang!

The slamming of the heavy steel door leading to the stairs awoke him with a start as a group of soldiers walked into the hallway outside of the elevators. So much for getting more than ten minutes of sleep.

"Why the cluck did we have to get the clucking elevator that doesn't clucking work." An obviously upset soldier kicked the elevator door in anger. David couldn't help but smile for making their job that much harder.

"It's not like you couldn't use the exercise, your practically spilling out of your armor you slob."

"Oh shut up and get to checking the rooms down that hallway."

The angry Chikkeen was apparently the leader of the group. A little ding signified that the doors to the elevator below David had opened and he could hear the soldier walk in. A second later a burst of gunfire rang out.

"Clucking piece of Warboardian junk." The soldier had shot out the control panel. "Alright, you two are with me, lets cover this hallway."

David's heart was racing, he couldn't believe he wasn't dead. He just sat there checking himself for holes. He barely had time to regain his composure before his life flashed in front of his eyes again.

The whole building vibrated as the sound of an explosion in the distance echoed in the elevator shaft. Then another explosion, and another; they were getting closer. Suddenly the whole building shook violently as an explosion, most likely in the mall across the street, nearly deafened David. Any windows that had remained intact from the initial invasion were now completely shattered as the air raid continued. David had counted three separate, massive explosions just a few hundred yards away, and then counted his blessings that the building he was in was still standing. Thank God for precision guidance.

Moments later the soldiers that had been searching the floor rushed back from the rooms they were checking. "The HQ is gone, there's nothing but a clucking burning crater. We gotta go help, somebody still has to be alive. Hey Jerry, go to room 1524, Frank got cut up pretty good by the glass." With that they soldiers ran into the stairwell and Jerry jogged down the hall to help out his comrade.

The smart thing for David to do would be to sit and wait, but he was too excited to see the smoldering remains of the Chikkeen scum. He quickly packed up his stuff, checked his MP5 and then lowered himself down into the elevator, safety off. He had to finish off Jerry and Frank before he could truly enjoy the view, so off to 1524 he went. Through all of the commotion and the suppressor on his gun nobody heard the two short bursts of gunfire that added kills 25 and 26 to David's count. The view from the office window was amazing, the tank that had been parked at the intersection was flipped on its roof and burning; the mall that had taken up more than three big city blocks was completely gone, not a single brick or beam was left standing. There were a few soldiers running around looking for survivors, but mostly there was chaos. This was the break he needed, maybe he could still get another mile or two out of the way before sunrise after all. Here was hoping he could slip out of the building unnoticed in all of the confusion.

[Ktan]

Karl Tanner
Western side of the Inner City
Heading for Western Suburbs evac point
(OOC: I'm going to assume there are actually a number of evac points, since I can't remember reading about where they are. I'm also going to assume that the city is land-locked and somewhat circular, but if you want to correct this, BI, or if it conflicts with any other posters, drop me a line xD)

Karl ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Fortunately, it was dark now, and these were the conditions under which Karl excelled. He'd always had a strange preference of the night time, and often preferred to go to sleep in the small hours of the morning. This was especially the case now. The small hours was the best time to sleep, since it was when the Chik patrols were at their most lax. The night watch had gotten tired and the early watch had just groggily arisen from their deep sleeps.

Karl continued at a brisk pace until he reached the main street. There were a small number of guards with flashlights, and an officer with a highly advanced suit of armour. The grunts looked pretty flimsy, but the officer's armour had a well-made look to it, so much that Karl wouldn't have been surprised if it would take a whole clip to down him. Any form of confrontation here would be fatal.

Deciding instead to take the longer way around, Karl backtracked and picked the lock of a solid metal door. Stepping inside, he unsheathed his knife and swung his gun around onto his back. Moving tentatively, Karl would place a heel down and then let his foot rest, repeating smoothly so as to minimize noise. He moved at a constant pace so that instead of interrupting long bouts of silence, which would be more noticeable, he would create one long flowing low level noise that would be less obvious due to a lack of contrast. It was an important lesson he had learnt while hunting, and apparently the Chiks, like a number of Warboard's other creatures, were more wary of sudden bursts of noise. Karl hoped that information was correct.

Striding warily, Karl placed his foot so that he would not cover any of the splintered glass. Eventually, Karl found a welsh dresser which looked like it held some supplies. Carefully opening it, Karl looked inside and, much to his surprise, he saw a number of shotgun shells and a few cases of AK-47 bullets. Karl suspected that there would be a shotgun in this house, so he took the shells and placed them in one of the compartments of his backpack. Karl then moved towards the flight of stairs nearby.

The wood of the bannister was a well kept and varnished earthy brown, covered in a thin film of stone dust and detritus from the shelling between a week and a fortnight ago. Holding his breath, Karl peeked over the edge of the flight and saw a Chik, standing, talking in squarky tones. No doubt, another would be searching a nearby room. Karl had to try and silently take out the guard and get to the other. He needed weapons, and a shotgun would be a useful backup gun. Stepping again, slowly, Karl extended his left hand around the blind side of the Chik and then pulled back. He could feel the strange calcium construct that was the creature's mouth. Bringing the knife up in a swift motion, he cut the neck of the guard and guided the carcass silently to the floor. A bark came from one of the rooms, and Karl held his breath. Sliding against the nearby wall, he heard the guard call again from inside it. Another barked order, and suddenly, he could hear the sound of footsteps at the door. With a panicked spin and rush of breath, Karl saw his knife rush straight through the nose of the sergeant, and felt a warm sick spray of pale red blood run across his face.

Stepping back aghast, Karl paused for nearly a minute, and then quickly searched the nearby rooms. He found the shotgun, and exited through the a door on the opposite side of the building. Looking into the streets, he saw the guards who had previously been holding that point enter the building he had just come from. No doubt, they would be checking where the missing patrol had got to. Karl seized a chance while the remaining guards at the outpost lazily flicked their flashlights in the sky. The Chiks were hard, but an awful lot of them lacked discipline. Karl, however, had a knot in his stomach and felt that the worst was to come. He'd heard stories of Chik 'Elites', whose armour was hard as it came and whose guns barked death and destruction. Worst, Karl felt that he would meet some of these Elites before his ordeal would be over.

Karl continued his run towards the west. It should have been a while before he'd need to get to another outpost. However, as he moved, Karl felt a strange queasiness come over him, and felt the trickle of the Chik blood, even though he had long since wiped it off. He felt a sudden sickness in his stomach. Was this an effect of the gruesome killing he had carried out hitting home, or was it something foul in the Chik blood? Karl wasn't sure, but he needed to throw up. He suspected he'd need to purge, if the latter theory was the case, and get this Chik blood out of his system. Milk and vomit, or else he may have to risk seeking medical attention.

(OOC: I hope you don't mind me adding stuff about Elites, blood and such, BI. I'm leaving it open, however, so you can flat out reject it if you don't feel it fits. I'm trying to keep as much rumour and conjecture so you can later confirm or deny it)

[Black.Ice]

OOC:

Jaxander, Tech and Ktan -- Freestyle for now

Also, Ktan, there is one evac point. Yes, the city is somewhat circular with the downtown in the middle. The evac point is in the suburbs. It's one of the largest towns closest to the Chikkeen border. Adding stuff about the these guards, the so called 'Elites', is fine. I was actually hoping someone would name them.

To be honest, I made this RP in about fifteen minutes and it has exceeded all my expectations. I hadn't really planned out all the things. I mean, if you think about it, why would there be such a random assortment of people left behind?

An evacuation would have been executed w/o so many stragglers. Another issue is why it's taking 3 days for the Army to get here. Another issue that people have PM'd me about is how everyone exactly got information about the evac point, and why the Chikkeen don't know about it.

tbh, I don't have all the answers nor did I think it all out. Just go about without really thinking about this stuff. :)

[SolidSamurai]

"Shit boss, it's that weird humming again!"

"The fuckin' drones are still onto us! Gum the garage, quickly..."

"Do it." Kenny asserted for Gerry.

Three men remained behind with spray cans, while everyone else bolted onto the open road, some diving towards shrubbery and parked cars.

A minute and a half later, one burly, paper masked demo-man brought out the copper wire, strung up on a roll like duck-tape. He planted it firmly into the wonderfully explosive gum-like chemical wonder, and saudered the other to a joystick detonator. The operation took only 30 seconds, Enough wire gave him roughly 14 meters. A mic was planted in the garage, and Sammy booted up a 'beat detection' audio-software program on his own laptop that would talk with the mic in the garage.

30 seconds... 40 seconds... the demo-man was in the shrubs with the others.

50, 60... 80 seconds.

"Here they come! ETA 8 seconds out!"

"Two second delay!" That was D-man.

5.9763 seconds into the game, he thumbed the trigger.

2.00000 seconds increment:
THOOM

The garage lit up, wood splinters everywhere. Sawdust and smoke and burning ash polluted the atmosphere.

"OUT! OUT!!!"

The soldiers leaped from the shrubbery, face-guards protecting their eyes from the vicious dust. AK-47 jacketed lead tore into hellish maw of dulling red destruction that was once the pit.

"I mighta hit something..."

"Shit, I'm hit!"

"Alright let's move, people let's move!"

And the entire group was at a full out sprint. But not before a few others dumped some more grenades into and beyond the veil.

[Jaxander]

Isaac Render
Sewers
Running

He moved through the sewers at a brisk pace, trudging through the thigh-high water. Or at least that's what he thought of it. Recognizing the fact that it was anything other than water would send his stomach into a tumultuous torrent of displeasure, so he stuck with the idea that it was water. Very thick water...

Hurk!

After a few minutes he wiped his mouth clean on the sleeve of his leather coat and stood from his crouch. He wasn't certain, but something told him that someone else had been through this section of the sewers recently, although whether it had been the Chikeen soldiers on a routine sweep of the city or if it were additional refugees like himself seeking another route to the evac point.

He could only hope it was the latter. The thought of running into others who were fleeing the city was truly a hope, although he felt it was a far-fetched one. He wasn't certain how many people were left, but he could make the guess that it was only a handful. And of that small amount, the number that would be caught and killed by the Chikeen would be the majority. Isaac's primary goal was to make certain he wouldn't become one of those victims.

But what if he did find others? Would they slow him down? What if they were wounded? Or what if they knew exactly what they were doing, and what if he was the burden?

Don't think about that now. No time for what if's and worries.

He didn't know how long he had been in the sewers, but he felt he was making great time, covering plenty of horrid, reeking ground. The 'water' level had dropped a bit, now down to his ankles, allowing him to move faster without exerting so much energy. He decided that the next manhole cover he came to he would risk a lot and peek out to Street Level.

THOOM!

A muffled explosion rocked the street above where Isaac stood. He moved to the sewer wall and pressed against it, holding his breath in check as he listened to the activity above ground. After the initial explosion, there came a thunder of multiple ones, the wall against his back shaking under the impacts. He heard the crunching of metal and a wrenching of concrete. He didn't know exactly where he was, but he believed he was somewh