Welcome to Gaia's forums, where millions of members gather to discuss random stuff, make new friends,
complain about life, argue about nothing, laugh at dumb pictures, discuss serious issues and/or curse like sailors.
Lurking is creepy. Quit skulking in the shadows and join the conversation!
Register to reply
 |
((night everyone.))
|
|
|
((Yikes, again missed out on a lot >_<. Oh well))
|
 |
|
|
((Snoopyfood is ALWAYS on.))
|
|
|
((Okay, snoopyfood is officially off.))
|
|
|
|
*~Loriee~*  She looked at the man for a second, then shook her head. "No. They have places for us to stay in the LID base. You are in the LID, right?" She grinned. If he wasn't, the were definately going to hound him to join. He seemed like the general type, after all. |
|
 Remmi Denzi Remmi seemed indifferent to answer the question, his blank expression turning to a faint frown. "I suppose not..They drafted me in from my SAS training in London a few months back, but I never officially signed any papers. I have my own housing out here, so I don't really depend on them." He shrugged, his hand moving to turn the knob of the L.I.D base door, walking down the barrack hallway. There was only one door left open, and a movie playing. The rest of the L.I.D. had been stationed at the time, this must be their room. Remmi dropped the fell ally onto an empty bed, finding himself plopped on their comfortable couch moments later. He hefted another sigh, removing his pistol and bandalier and placing it on the table infront of him. "Sorry to make myself at home, but i'm not feeling like myself at the moment..." |
|
|
|
Hector groaned as he was thrown onto the bed. He slowly opened his eyes and got up to his feet. Hector made his way to the bathroom, where he washed off the gore splattered on him. Suddenly, he remembered. His guns were back at the gate. Hector made his way back to the gate and picked up his Remington and his new-found gun. "I really need to remember to keep my guns with me when I pass out." He then walked back to the barracks to his room where he had been dumped off at. "Thank you for bringing my guns, you're such a great help, Mr...?"
|
|
|
*~Loriee~* She nodded her head at the man, then towards the tv. "You may want to change that if you're looking to relax. I wouldn't exactly call that 'soothing material.'" It was, after all, Saw III. "I'm Loriee, by the way. The kid you carried in here is Hector." She figured she'd introduce herself. If he didn't feel like telling her his name in return, she didn't mind, or care. Frowny Boy worked just fine. |
|
|
|
Remmi Denzi Remmi gave the boy he carried a piercing glare. An unappreciative twit, it would seem. "Mr 'You're not still laying in the ******** dirt.' Drop the damn sarcasm, I don't have much patience for it." Remmi's words were sharp, his tolerance shot from the day's events. He looked back to the girl speaking to him, rubbing his forehead to calm his nerves. "My name is Remmi Denzi. It's a pleasure Ms.Loriee. Quite the fighting spirit you've got there. Suprised me when you went at that barbed wire like you did.." His voice returned to the calm soothe he was used to. |
|
|
"You wound me, Mr. Denzi. And by the way, you saw how intelligent the L.I.'s became, tossing their own kind over the wall. What if one had survived and decided to pick up a gun?" He backed away from them and put away his guns. "Are you hungry, Demmi? There is still a bunch of food in the kitchen."
|
|
|
|
*~Loriee~* She laughed, tapping her head knowingly. "Well, I was taught by the best. And by the best, of course, I mean my brothers." They had taught her how to be street smart, and not to lose her cool in the middle of a fight. Everything she knew came from them. Except for her marksmanship. That came from her own pool of talent as well as training from her father years ago. |
|
|
Remmi Denzi Remmi looked to Hector, shaking his head. "No thanks, i'm quite alright.." The boy brought a powerful point, the creatures were seeming to evolve. What was next to come? Remmi seemed deep into thought for a moment, before being strikin back by Loriee's words. He nodded to her in agreement. "Yes, siblings can be the most direct way of learning.." Remmi picked up his pistol, checking it's ammunition before reholstering it. "We'll need to head back out in an hour or so to check things out and make sure clean up is going as planned.." |
|
|
|
"It's going to be a hell of a fire. That's the most efficient way to dispose of them." Hector sat down in a chair next to the couch. "But let's relax while we have the time."
|
|
|
It was all too fast for Rita to register. After the announcement was made she was immediately sent to help out in a makeshift ER. She barely got started when a man suddenly burst in calling for Kalvine's daughter. Rita was again rushed out with someone she didn't know. Even though her face portrayed no expression, she was terrified.
" Where's the vaccine?" The man led her to a seemingly empty place that was unfamiliar to Rita. She was confused, " Vaccine? I don't know what you're talking about," she replied. The man stopped walking and turned to face her, " The vaccine your father was working on, didn't he tell you?" the man seemed a bit flustered. Probably from running around in a frenzy. Rita shook her head slowly, staring up at the man in bewilderment, " I have no clue what you're talking about," For a moment the man stared at Rita as if trying to read her then he turned away and ran a hand through his hair, " Thank you for your time, Miss Kalvine," and with those last words he left. Rita stood there, watching the man's figure get smaller in the distance. Vaccine? |
|
|
|
The intercom crackled to life. "All available L.I.D. members report to the northern gate for clean-up and disposal, please. I repeat, all available L.I.D. members report to the northern gate for clean-up and disposal, please." Hector groaned. "It was like we just barely returned here!" He grabbed his guns and headed out the door.
|
|
