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 Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 9:49 pm
The helicopter ride was bumpy at best, and the pilot's consistent swearing over the headset did not help either. Torrential rain and fog plastered every glass surface, the rotors whined as if ready to break apart any moment. The roar of lightning could be heard even over the headsets.
"Hang on, we're almost out,"The pilot reassured, followed by a curse, and then static. "We just need to pass through the the Eye."
There was no mistake what 'The Eye' was as the clouds twisted together in a maelstrom of clouds, lightning and water, a single pitch black point at the very end of the tunnel. Someone yelled - or screamed, the helicopter slowly began its shake ascent towards 'The Eye', painfully, seconds nearing into tumultuous hours.
And as it hit the darkness, the void, the transportation itself shuttered, and suddenly, stopped. Silence for a mere two seconds, and then chaos everywhere, shouting, loud beeping noises from the cockpit, as the helicopter began its last voyage, a nosedive into infinite darkness. The captain's voice was calling through the screaming - but it was hard to make out - everything seemed a blur -
- Followed by a burst of white light.
"Told you we were almost out," came the smug voice of the pilot over the headset, of the few who still had them on, "Don't you worry. I've driven dozens of trainees out of the island."
Though the limitless blue skies and ocean spanning a fair hundred feet under might have told them otherwise, 'the afterlife' did not seem like a bad name for their destination.
The rest of the voyage went fast in comparison, the pilot giving little warning before dipping, jauntily, towards terra firma, finally landing on what seemed like a washed out shoreline. Sand scattered all directions, before the chopper blades came to a rotating stop. The door slid open, letting the first few candidates slip - or rather fall - out, right in front of the single visitor waiting for them.
"Well now," Caelius seemed a little too cheerful, and unusually well groomed - how the heck did he get here by himself anyway? - , "I hope you have all had a fantastic voyage, hurry up and grab your supplies now, its not a far walk, but better safe than sorry."
((OOC:
Mission phase arrival:
- You have arrived at the location of your first mission. Your director, Caelius, is asking you to grab from the helicopter a pack of supplies. This will include one set of bandages, a blunt weapon, and what looks like a textbook manual. When you are ready, simply post a prepared post for your Hunter.
- All Hunters are allowed to post here, this is a mission for all "trainee" Hunters))
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 10:15 pm
Cassandra had spent a good chunk of her life living in a van, so when it came to motion sickness, she didn't have any problems with it. However, the jolting and jerking of the helicopter certainly garnered a few bits of churning in her stomach as she hugged her knees to the best of her ability and stared at the back of the seat in front of her.
"TttttthiiihiiiiiIIiiiIiissssssss sssssuuuUUuucccckKKKssss" her voice vibrated along with the slight rocking of the helicopter. When the door opened, Cass nearly took herself out to get out of it, hitting the ground with a cry of 'LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDD'. Well. At least mentally. It hadn't been out loud by any means. None the less, she was so thankful to be off the helicopter that she wasn't even puzzled by-
Wait.
She was almost immediately baffled by Caelius, blinking a few times before a wry grin came over her expression, leaning against the side of their transport and quirking a brow at the older man-troll-thing.
"I want to learn your magic transporting-trick." she said, chuckling a bit, then swooning, her head throbbing and part of her considering throwing up for good measure before it realized that it was running on empty. Hrrrnnngggghhhh. She had to take a few minutes to steady herself, both hands against the ship as Cassandra took a lot of deep breaths.
Once she was sure she could walk without puking out her non-existent-lunch, she made a point of grabbing one of the packs that the troll-advisor had requested them to, looking through it for a quick summary of what was in there before standing at the ready, looking around to see who else was prepared to go.
Maybe she could find someone to stand by and be friends with. Oh man..she didn't really have any friends in this group, had she? fadlkfareoruadflkjadflkadfadfjlakdsfh;alsdjfkladsf. Forever alone.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 10:24 pm
The helicopter ride was, to say the least, totally and completely horrible. It was a very good thing that Gale Gentry did not get motion sickness, otherwise it would have been an even more unpleasant ride. Instead, he spent the entire trip sitting with his arms folded sulkily against his chest, one leg thrown over the other. This was not what he had thought a mission would be like - where were the cool black outfits, the weapons? That cool shotgun he had seen before he had, er...been revived. Instead of getting to have that in his hands, he was suffering through the helicopter ride from hell.
There was a screech, a shudder, something beeped, and then total darkness. This was followed rather quickly by some shrieking (Gale did not shriek), some screaming (He might have screamed. But just a little bit), and some panicked grabbing onto someone else in the black (He most definitely did not do that).
And then, quite suddenly, there was light. Gale pressed his face against the window of the helicopter, attempting to see out of the fog smeared glass. All he could see was blue - a bright, endless blue of the skies and a dark, churning blue of the water beneath them. The copter slowly lowered (jerkily) to...somewhere - a beach? Their landing was a bit unstable, and as Gale leaned closer to attempt to see, the door to the helicopter slid open and with a shout of surprise, Gale tumbled out of the helicopter. He landed in a rather ungraceful heap on the sand, but quickly rolled to a standing position, brushing sand from his arms and glaring at the person responsible for that little maneuver - namely their superior, that Caelius dude.
"Where did you come from, anyway?" Gale asked him, somewhat grumpily as he reached back into the helicopter for a pack, slipping it onto his back.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:04 am
The incessant beeping of instruments gone awry. The thunderous flashes of lightening crackling mere feet away. The hollow reassurances of the pilot. The screams of terror and the pitch blackness and all those reminders of how thin their own mortality was being drawn.
These were all important things to consider, but most pressing on Scott’s mind was what kind of funding bought a helicopter that fit twenty-some people inside it.
As soon as he had laid eyes on the massive chopper, arm shielding his face from the rain, feet carrying him quickly across slick ground, it was all he could think about. Government money? All those stasis pods certainly smacked of secret experiments. Private funding? The only “superior” any of them had met certainly seemed like the eccentric type. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine him pouring millions of his own dollars into luring impressionable teenagers to his personal island. Research grants? He had a difficult time picturing the MacArthur Foundation supporting any of this. Corporate sponsors? Charitable donations? A wizard did it?
He narrowed his eyes at his shrieking peers, his headset doing little to muffle their cries. Hadn’t they all already died? What were they so worried about? Wasn’t anyone even the slightest bit curious about the logistics?
When they broke through the swirling mass of foreboding clouds, Scott sighed. He looked at the blue water stretching out below them, still unsure of just how much of this world was real. He ran his hands along his seat, searching the helicopter’s interior for some sign of normalcy, but finding only someone who called himself Bix and Hanna Nowicki’s face tattoos.
Despite the tumultuous ride, the fact that firm land was a stretch of sandy beach didn’t quite fill him with ease. He seemed to recall waking up to something very similar a few days ago, albeit with considerable more fog. He was no more comforted when the first sight to greet him after hopping off the helicopter, pack slung over his shoulder, was Caelius, looking as if he had stepped out of the classroom and onto the spot he currently stood.
Scott decided that whoever was funding this whole operation was wasting their money.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 4:09 am
Robert had arrived to board the helicopter in a foul mood. He didn't look approachable, and in fact someone of his stature looked downright murderous when frowning so deeply. He trudged onto the helicopter, slammed down into his seat, and had not a word to say.
Ten minutes later...
"YEEEEEEEEHAAAAAW-HAAAHAHA!" Robert was barely clinging to his seat, having a firm hold of a side rail to keep him from flying right out of it. Seatbelts? They were a tight fit, who needed that kind of discomfort? Robert was bouncing in his seat like a kid on Christmas morning, and he was probably the loudest screamer in the copter. Only, he wasn't screaming out of fear.
"HEY PILOT! YOU SHOULD DO A LOOP-DE-LOOP!"
No. Definitely not fear.
He could barely see out of the little windows scattered around the helicopter, but what he could see was the maelstrom they were on a collision course with. Robert had all but been ignoring the sourpuss nearby that had put him in a bad mood from the beginning, but his eyes widened when he realized the ride was about to get a lot rougher than was safe. He let go of the rail, snapped his seatbelt on with fast precision, and reached over to pull Petra into his arms. There he held her, keeping her safe as they fell into the pit of oblivion. The darkness.
Robert wasn't yelling anymore.
"Just hold on, sunshine. I've got you. I've got you."
Someone was screaming in his ear. Almost directly in his ear. If he wasn't sure it was a woman, he would have risked a second to reach out and punch them in the face, but he kept his hold firm on the girl in his arms.
A painful few jolts later, the light was flooding back into the helicopter. His stomach flipped when they dipped down for a hard landing, but he didn't look like he was going to let Petra go anytime soon.
He unsnapped his seatbelt, but remained seated even as the others started to file out. His head bent down to give Petra a quick look.
"All right there?"
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 8:30 am
That woman screaming like a banshee straight out of hell? More than likely was Before shrieking his head off as the helicopter passed through The Eye and made everything seem like they were all going to die in a fiery wreck in the middle of nowhere. oAo!!!!!!!!!!!! It was instincts that had him gripping his unfortunate seatmate with the tightness of a boa constrictor that just found its meal. Had he any faith in their pilot, Before would most likely just be clinging for dear life. But as he did not, there was the clinging and the screaming. Maybe someone should have punched his lights out.
When the worst was over, Before finally quieted down. But he did not show any indication that he was going to let go so soon. Bleary teal eyes widened in relief when they were finally allowed off and onto land. Not solid, unless you considered sand as solid but it was still land and that was all that mattered to him. "I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!" he squealed, stumbling out of the chopper and getting a mouthful of sand in the end. He coughed out the gritty particles as the others alighted from the craft, wiping away at his tongue. When Caelius instructed them to grab their supplies, Before stared dumbly at their superior. Confused about how the man got there before them and why the ******** he was so well-groomed and where were they supposed to get the supplies. He glanced to the others, noticing where they retrieved the aforementioned supplies, and got to his feet to get his own.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 8:52 am
Silent and a little unapproachable was how Tika was when she boarded the chopper. At first the ride really hadn't been that bad. The teen almost feel a sleep in fact until screaming and shaking started. That was when the teen found her self clinging to her arm rests with her eyes shut tighter.
Who ever was screaming wasn't helping either and only made Tika's heart drop further. She bit her lip so hard that there would be a mark for a few hours after they landed.
And they actually did land much to Tikas amazement. Her eyes popped back open. They had landed? After that? For sure they were about to crash only seconds before and now here they were with a spiffy looking Caelius as if what the team had endured was no big deal. It was as if they had just gone on a roller coaster ride at disney and now they were in the gift shop like nothing had happened.
Tika got up and grabbed a sack of supplies for her self. It loosely hung over her shoulder in a very lax manner. The boy that had gotten a mouth full of sand made Tika raise a brow though. Was he okay after that ride? Tika her self was still a little shook after such a 'ride'.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 9:35 am
"HAHAHA~ WHOOOO~"
Ariane was never a screamer; whenever she went on roller coaster rides, she would laugh all the way through. Perhaps that was her way of dealing with uncertainty and fear; after all, she laughed a lot when she was known as 'Beta Seven' as well. However, she was enjoying the ride and the laughing was accompanied by a huge grin on her face as she threw her hands up. Granted, she was buckled down to the seat as the helicopter started to sway and shake, but that was only common sense. Have fun, but don't risk getting hurt in the process.
When their transport fell into silence and darkness, she inhaled deeply, as if trying to catch her breath - when there was light again, she had stopped laughing, although the grin remained; she didn't want to admit that for the short 2 seconds, she thought that she was back in the pod and alone.
When the door slid open, she slipped out, landing on her feet (luckily) as she used the helicopter behind her to steady herself. Linking her fingers together before swinging her arms out to give them a good stretch, she smiled, took a deep breath and looked at their superior.
... He must be magic.
"It was pretty fantastic," She couldn't help chuckling before jogging over to grab the supplies as instructed, swinging it over her shoulder as she ran a hand through her long pony tail; the only thing enviable about Caelius was how good he looked; she was sure her hair would be a mess right now if it wasn't tied up.
She also couldn't help grinning at Tika and Cassandra as she jogged over to join the rest of them; they've been awfully quiet... Not part of that 'Team Phoenix' thing probably, since they're not weeping over each other like a scene out of some Korean drama?
"Before, Gale..." She muttered as she eyed the ex-Betas before looking back at the helicopter with a raised brow, "Now, where's the rest of them?"
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:34 pm
Hanna had ridden on a helicopter once when her family visited Nevada. Her father wanted them to take a sky-high trip over the Grand Canyon, and so they had -- her parents in the front and Hanna with her two sisters across the back. The dipping and swaying of the aerial vehicle made Hanna's stomach flip-flop, but she liked feeling scared. Roller coasters were fun, and haunted houses were good for an adrenaline rush.
This helicopter ride was nothing like that.
One hand gripped a handle on the roof. Hanna whiteknuckled it like her life depended on it. And to be honest -- it pretty much felt that way. Her headset hopped and skipped in the turbulence. One earphone came off and the screaming of the propeller blades burned her ear. The other headphone stayed half-cocked, the mouth piece pushing against her teeth.
"The ********," she swore in shock, trying to keep the words in her mouth but finding it impossible. It was better than grabbing the hand of the person next to her, she was sure of that. When the turbulence finally abated, Hanna readjusted her headset, but kept her grip on the handle. She wasn't taking any chances.
"If the mission was not vomiting," she said, "then I think I passed."
...for now.
Hanna hopped out of the helicopter quickly, shouldering her hiking pack and staring out at the horizon. She had glanced inside briefly, seeing some bandages, a manual, and what appeared to be a blunt weapon. She didn't know what to make of it, not yet. Instinctively, Hanna drifted toward the vicinity of Scott and Scarlett. Old habits died hard.
"This doesn't feel creepily familiar or anything," she mumbled, mostly to herself. Hanna wanted a little more formal instruction than just an immediate mission that felt a hell of a lot like the last one -- just without suits this time. Was she stuck in some terrible remake of Groundhog's Day and no one had told her?
(( I wanted to drop in her entrance, but I am going to be out of town until Wednesday. So my posting will be sporadic. Sorry! ))
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:54 pm
Everyone was making noise. Never not making noise.
Boarding was okay. Fine even!
The rest of it? Not okay.
Jude quietly reached up and covered his ears and simply tuned everything out for a moment as the bumpy ride took its toll on everyone's sanity it seemed. Well, not everyone just the ones that were being noisy and weird about a little bit (okay, a lot) of turbulence. Seriously though? It was no big deal and everyone should calm down.
At least that is how he felt as he sunk into his seat as far as he could go and just waited for the experience to be over. Jude was glad he wasn't motion sick because otherwise there'd be a brand new problem and it would have been a rather messy one at that. Once the landing had occurred and he was allowed to move again he got out of the helicopter with a nice graceless little stumble.
He wasn't used to these sorts of things. Shut up.
Jude stared a bit gloomily at the figure of their Director for looking so neat and orderly. Clearly he was showing off or tormenting them for some reason just by being here by some sort of weird trick. The young man sighed as he moved to get the pack he was told to get taking only a moment to look through it before simply shouldering it and waiting off to the side for whatever would happen next.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 2:49 pm
Marcus was not thrilled. Apparently, not only had he woken from his 'pod of nightmares' late, but he'd had the painful moment of self re-evaluation where he had to check both what was under his shirt, and in his pants. And he missed some meeting. But he could care less about that. He'd been more concerned about what was in his pants...and continuously reassuring himself that he was still himself, and not altered. But he'd been directed by the cell phone and like a sheep, had done what he'd seen the others do. Get in a helicopter, and become white knuckled as he wondered just how many times he'd debate if he was going die, or, if he'd offended some deity and now was doomed to live but constantly question his own life expectancy.
As they landed, he placed his money on the second option. And looking at the other passengers, Marcus was getting the impression they all were having similar thoughts. That or considering puking. "The test of vague, the trip to and from vague- so far, I'm half expecting this to turn into a survival horror game and we're all actually on a reality TV show and everybody is watching our struggles on camera back home." He shot a look at Caelius. A very much, 'why do look so smug, You smug smarmy b*****d' look. "But we're probably not that lucky and I don't think that at the end of the game there is a suitcase filled with a million dollars in it."
Stretching his overly tight muscles, Marcus looked at the packs. "Déjà vu." Picking one up, he was quickly picking at the contents. "....." Yup, very much like the whole bod-pod dealio. "I give up. I'm just going to roll with it and do it."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 3:08 pm
If anyone had warned Caitlyn that she’d be riding in a rickety helicopter in the middle of a storm with a suspiciously vulgar pilot, she might not have been so quick to board. She tried to keep her mind off of the contents of her stomach by staring out the window. Big mistake. The swirling black clouds, broken only by the brilliant flash of lightening, seemed to contract tighter and tighter until it seemed like their small craft would be swallowed whole.
Someone screamed. Caitlyn couldn’t confirm or deny that it was her.
And then? A light so white it blinded Caitlyn for a moment flooded through the windows. She clamped her eyes shut and kept them that way for the rest of the flight. Her stomach rose and fell with every motion, creeping its way all of the way up into her throat as the helicopter made its descent. Caitlyn peeled her eyelids apart, swallowed heavily, and looked around.
Well, at least the destination wasn’t so bad. The moment the doors slid open, Caitlyn pushed her way out, falling gratefully onto her knees in the sand. She grimaced as the man with the scythe spoke up. Oh yes, wonderful voyage. Why was he spared the luxury?
At the mention of supplies, Caitlyn looked up. She spotted a pile of backpacks in the helicopter and her eyes narrowed. That was how things had started on the island too. Would her knife be there? She reached for a pack and stood near the others, ready to go. There would be time to investigate the contents once they’d gotten underway. If the island had taught her anything, it was that secrecy was valuable. She didn’t need everyone seeing what she pulled out of her bag.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 3:14 pm
Leon could remember the sounds of Helicopters buzzing away ahead of him in the sky during his morning runs in his old life. He always wondered what it was like, flying so high above the city or the bare ground, like a wind chime in the breeze. It must have been wonderful.
He was quickly changing his mind about that.
He was simply clinging one hand to his seat belt, the other hand was in a white knuckle grip on a handle as the copter went about its bumpy flight. "This thing always looked like it was such a smooth flight from the ground!"
He would thank his lucky stars that he wasn't plagued by airsickness. however the guy not far from him asking about doing a Loop-de-loop did made Leons stomach feel queasy. It did nothing to alleviate the tight quarters they had to share for the ride. He spent most of the time shifting around in his seat because his legs, all three, were feeling quite cramped. Yes it was a LOVELY trip. The trip managed to touch ground, a surface he'd never take for granted again as he stumbled out of the heli on unsteady feet. He didn't care who saw him shifting his junk, hes a guy get over it.
Well, the director seemed to be in much better condition than themselves. how lucky. Without a sound he grabbed the supplies that were rationed to them, which didn't feel much different that the dream from before.... or whatever that was. "Great, lets see if we can wake up from this."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 3:35 pm
Candace had spent mostly the entire 'orientation' rolling her eyes and endlessly facepalming at the antics around her. Just end it. Just end it. She wanted it over. She wanted out of this room and away from these people, so it came with great relief that they were released and then ushered to a helicopter an hour later, and it was louder than the voices of those around her. Or so she had hoped. The swearing from the pilot? She didn't pay it any mind, choosing to watch what was happening outside the glass with great fascination. It was incredible! Beautiful, even! The thunder, the lightning, the sense of danger..it was all so exciting! She was even enthralled by the commotion of nearly crashing; she'd done the whole dying thing once, she felt she was a pro at it now. Fear of death? Not Candace!
As they finally landed she quickly climbed out of the helicopter, though not because she wanted to be out of it. She wanted to be away from the others, she wanted to be at least a little free. The cheering idiot had gotten on her nerves. Ugh.
The fact that it was the wielder of The Scythe of Awesome that was greeting them again made things better, crossing her arms and putting her weight into one leg. Why did he look so cleaned up? Were they supposed to look nice too? Well, damn! He hadn't given them the chance to do that! Candace could totally have gotten herself done up as well if she'd known! Not fair. "Trip was faaaaantastic." Candace replied, though it was hard to tell if she was being serious or sarcastic. Maybe sarcastic...or both. She had enjoyed it quite a bit. Candace bent down to pick up a tipped over back of supplies, digging through it quietly just to familiarize herself with what was inside it. No gun? Good, she hated guns. They were a shitty weapon. "Welp, I'm game. Where are we going, Sir~?" Candace asked sweetly, slinging the bag over her shoulder. A suck up to the guy running this? Perhaps!
Damn was that scythe amazing. Candace would give anything to just hold it one more time, and what better way to get her hands on it again than to schmooze up to its wielder?
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 6:11 pm
Bix hadn't screamed. He knew that because if he had he might have spewed everywhere. He didn't even open his eyes and it was a real shame because he found the cursing pilot to be pretty entertaining. Ariane's laughing made him feel like even more of a wuss. He'd been on helicopters before! But nothing like this ride!
When they landed he waited his turn to fall out onto the sand. He ended up face down, spitting sand, and even when he pushed up onto his feet he wobbled and weaved as he walked. Grab a bag? He was lucky if he could walk straight!
Bix simply stopped moving and leaned against the side of the copter to wait for his stomach to settle. In the meantime he shook out his long braid (luckily he'd wrapped it tightly in cloth to keep it neat) and cast a wary glance around to make sure none of the girls were judging him. OF COURSE ARIANE WAS.
When he regained his 'land-legs' the former Beta grabbed himself a pack and joined slipped in to the group silently.
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