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| Acidic | Jul 5 2011, 12:33 AM Post #1 |
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Nobody Dude
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Christopher Grace didn't know what happened. He was pacing in his cell one minute, and now standing with a telepathically received information and a near riot that he didn't cause. Screaming, yelling, panicking, running, and all kinds of verbs happening. Then there was Christopher. Standing in a orange jumpsuit causing none of it. In fact a few people actually bumped into him. Didn't they know who he was? He killed over a hundred people, and still people like Kim Kardashian were still more well known. What a world we live in. He thought as he put his hands on his hips, and feeling the gun. Christopher's mannerisms were calm, precise, and slower then the crowd frantically looking for escape. He was examining the gun when someone yelled out, "Oh my gawd! It's a badass!" At that moment the crowd ran at him, asking for him to protect them. Christopher was the reason people needed to be protected. When none of the faces screamed Assigned Partner he held up the gun and started firing at the herd. After a few at the front went down with the hilarious Oh-shit-I'm-Dead look on their face (and god his missed that look) the rest started to flee. Christopher emptied the gun in a few of there backs. He grinned as he walked forward to look at his work. A young black woman was one of the first to die. Her face practically blown off by the bullet. He looked at his work and chuckled while saying, "Gun shots all up in your grill." It was something a young wanna-be gangster said while trying for a gang initiation. Ah, smashing his head in was a good time. Christopher began looking through their pockets when he found ammo for his gun. At first he wondered the the young man also had some bad circuitry in his head when he remembered the message said it would end up in random places. He began walking the halls too look for his partner. |
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| CondorTalon | Jul 5 2011, 01:14 AM Post #2 |
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((Matthew Lefevre Start)) Skeletons. Matthew Lefevre was facing down a mob of skeletons. He ducked into a cubicle at the last second, waiting for the mob to thin out. Of course, being told about his power explained why he was seeing skeletons, but it did little to alleviate the fact that he was seeing skeletons. Also his world was effectively black and white but seriously, skeletons. "Well, I definitely didn't see this coming." Curiously, he peeked his head out of the cubicle. Despite having x-ray vision, he was unable to see through walls. He wasn't sure how that worked. He probably shouldn't question it. He saw a few stragglers run away from his hiding spot, and contemplated leaving to find his partner. It was a woman, right? His partner was a woman. Okay. He took a few steps out of the cubicle when he realized that he wouldn't be able to recognize his partner, or anyone else for that matter. Well, maybe his partner could find him. Matthew rounded the corner only to bump into another figure. He only prayed it was the one person in the building he was looking for. Edited by CondorTalon, Jul 6 2011, 06:38 PM.
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| decoy73 | Jul 6 2011, 03:34 AM Post #3 |
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((TEAM 20 START)) Chief Special Warfare Operator Jonathan Price and ordinary security guard Steve Mitchell were both looking for each other when they found each other. How they found each other was a different story, though. Jonathan was on a semi-warpath, using stealth and force to take out as many of the weird aliens as possible. His pistol worked - a GSh-18. 9x19 Parabellum rounds - nowhere in the league of an AP round, but it still got the job done ... Zipzipzip. Jonathan rolled to his left, narrowly dodging the spikes shot his way, grabbed his empty clip and threw it ahead and to the right as he snuck into a cubicle, watching the two spiky critters run towards the decoy that he'd set up. Bang. Bang. Two shots, two dead spikers. He exited the cubicle and headed to his left when ... Steve, on the other hand, had no weapons to speak of - just his own self. Of course, with those eyeless THINGS shooting every which way, it was hard to get himself to move. Even more annoying was the voice in his head ... They're everywhere. Everywhere, I tell you! They're out to get us! I know. Listen, Jim. Just tell me if there's anything not human around me. If I get all the way to the top, we can blow the lid off this thing, okay? That finally did it for Jim. He finally calmed down after an hour of ranting. There's a guy a couple cubes to your right. Blue camo. One of them. No. One of us. Steve immediately left and turned to his right when ... "Whoa!" Steve and Jonathan looked at each other for a good two seconds, Jonathan scanning Steve, Steve looking like he was about to piss himself. Yep. He's the one. Yep. He's the one. They both ducked into the cubicle that Jonathan had just left from. "Don't sneak up on people like that. Next time, you might not end up so lucky. You could have bumped into the wrong person." Jonathan whispered. "Not I. Perhaps you should refer to Scruffy Jim. My off-kilter security camera." Hey! I heard that! Jonathan's head swung around. "Who was that?" "That's Jim. We're mind-linked. Sees everything I see, and the two of us can communicate telepathically. Guess you can hear him too when you're close enough." Jonathan racked his brains for the information - ah, yes. Apparently, Steven had been mind-linked with some crazy guy living on the street, and was for all intents and purposes, part of the team. Some spiky guys, and some blue Jamaicans coming at you from your left! "We got company, Jonathan. Spikers and Spitters from the left. Any ideas?" |
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| CondorTalon | Jul 6 2011, 11:45 PM Post #4 |
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((Permission to skip given by Acidic)) No. No it wasn't. Matthew, rubbing his head, got a better look at... whatever he was looking. That was definitely not a human skeleton, which meant that Matthew was more than likely facing an alien. Shit. The thing turned around, yelling some gibberish at him, and proceeded to... Spit on him. ... Okay. The thing paused for a second. Matthew was confused as to what what was going through the thing's head. Then it raised it's arm above it's head. Matthew noticed it, and oh shit barely jumped backwards as it brought down the club it was wielding. Okay, okay, okay, run run run run. This was all we could think of as he quickly got up an ran. Gotta hide gotta hide. He quikly ducked into the nearest cubicle. He was already halfway to the floor when he realized that there were two other people there. One of them had a gun. This was a bad idea. |
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| decoy73 | Jul 12 2011, 01:03 AM Post #5 |
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Human coming your way! Jonathan and Steve looked out to where Jim had indicated, seeing the Blue Jamaicans Jim had mentioned, along with a blond guy who was running from one of the braided guys, who was swinging a club. The blond guy ducked into their cubicle as the blue guy swung his gigantic club. Jonathan took four shots: Bang Club Man was shot in the chest Bang A hole formed in his head, sending his toppling back into one of his companions, bringing that guy off balance. Bang Another hole in the second Blue Jamaican, before he could even realize what was going down. Bang A hole in the head of a Spiker (corpse) who was attracted by the noise. "Shit, man! What's wrong with you?" Steve asked the blond guy. "Almost gave us a heart attack!" Sorry about that. Came into my view just after I spoke up the first time. Area 51 sure let out that big ones. Yeah. Thanks any - A glob of goo hit Steve in the back of the head, as Jonathan shot, however a spike hit him dead in the solar plexus before Jonathan could empty his clip at the aliens. "No time for that!" Jonathan yelled as he reloaded his gun, throwing the clip into the crowd. "Steve, what's Jim got?" Uhh ... seems like Blondie's entrance is taken up. The only real way out you have is what seems to be directly out of your cube. "Hey!" Jonathan shook the blond. "We need to move NOW!" Edited by decoy73, Jul 24 2011, 01:14 AM.
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| Acidic | Jul 12 2011, 03:09 AM Post #6 |
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Nobody Dude
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As Christopher walk he looked for the one he wasn't allowed to kill. Some ginger chick named Tanya. He checked the rooms and called out for her, finding no one. Not Tanya, other Badasses, or aliens. Christopher was wondering were everyone was when he heard, "MWA MEH-MHE WARD!" As three colorful smudges in reality ran towards him. In reflex he fired five times, hitting one of their jet packs causing it to explode. Before it became a fire ball, and a bloody smudge Christopher heard it give a high pitched, "ZIIIIIIIIIII!" of excitement and glee. The other two looked, and slowed down to watch the explosion. One had neon green and pepto-pink hair, and the other light blue and orange. Christopher took this opportunity to run down the hall, and turn a corner running into another group of people. And not a not a normal group, but one that had taken down two over-grown smurfs. They were trying to get another to move, and Chris decided that they were more useful to him dead. It wasn't like he was going to make allies in this get up. He needed to find a change of clothes. They didn't even know he was here. Ready. Aim. "ECK FLECK FLOOOOOOO!" BAM Green&Pink had crashed into the wall adjacent to Christopher. |
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| CondorTalon | Jul 20 2011, 05:14 PM Post #7 |
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Okay. Whatever those things were that were following him, they were dead now. Matthew wasn't sure whether or not to be thankful. He looked at the two people who were with him. One of them, the one without the gun, started yelling at him. "Shit, man! What's wrong with you? Almost gave us a heart attack!" "Sorry, I wasn't thinking straight." Matthew was wondering what to do now, when the other guy, the one with the gun, spoke up. "No time for that! Steve, what's Jim got?" Jim? Who was Jim? He wondered if it related to the guy's power in some way. Maybe he'd ask later, when they had time to talk. "Hey! We need to move NOW!" You don't have to tell me! He quickly scrambled to his feet and- "ECK FLECK FLOOOOOOO!" BAM Matthew quickly turned toward the source of the noise, and saw another person, also with a gun. A gun that was pointed straight at them. That's... oh shit. |
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| decoy73 | Jul 24 2011, 02:14 AM Post #8 |
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"Sorry, I wasn't thinking straight." Steve looked at the guy as Jonathan looked down at his chest, pulling the spike out of him. Luckily, he had been wearing a vest, so the point had only managed to poke, rather than impale, him. "ECK FLECK FLOOOOOOO!" Steve's head swung to where the blond guy had come from, while Jonathan's eyes only flickered in the general direction. BAM A pink and green ... jet pack guy had crashed into the wall by a man wearing all orange, and pointing a gun at them. Bangbang. Jonathan fired twice at the guy, as Steve ran directly out of the cubicle, pulling the blond guy's arm. Jonathan followed suit, motioning to the blond guy. "This way!" ((Will get more up)) |
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