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 Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 11:23 am
The writhing mass of the mob was something that moved with such a lack of grace that it felt nauseating to look at. Leon for one wasn't sure of it was because of the way it moved or because of the helicopter ride still messing with his balance. It didn't change the fact that they were moving closer still to the group that was slowly trickling into the shelter to regroup.
It was just irritating that they gone from awakening from death in one form, to another near death situation in this form. "Really, why can't target practice just be target practice without spartan training?" Was all that he could think of, getting back only the disjointed blinking and the sloshing of limbs from a creature that probably could care less about what he was saying. At least the feeling was mutual to the boxer as well.
However the lack of allies on the field compared to the rapidly enclosing mob was soon starting to weight heavily on Leon's mind as he tried to look around the scarce few that remained here with him. "Y'know.... It might be wise for a tactical retreat right now." he said without feeling any shame in the decision. Some fights could be won with power, skill, luck or even by sheer willpower, and this time, retreating and regrouping with another plan just may hold the key to victory.
As soon as his slow, creeping steps moving backward came to brush up against the structure, he slipped his frame into the building with a groaning sound of metal on muscle, and a deep breath that he held without realizing it was let out, enjoying the moment of security with the others from the group, even if they were more or less backed up into a corner like a wild animal. "So, any ideas on how we can rout the enemy?" he said with a soft edge to the last word, genuinely hoping it didn't involve guns.
Leon was sure him and his track record with the firearm was going to be the death of them all.
(action turn: Retreating! ahhhhhhhhh
Hp:15 )
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 2:12 pm
Hanna had faceplanted hard into the dirt after attempting to retreat with Before. The fall had winded her, fingers digging into the dirt. Before she could even attempt to stand, Hanna felt Scarlett's hands pulling her up, dragging her at first. The ground moved beneath her feet like a treadmill. It took the girl a few moments to gain her bearings. Once she did, she planted both feet on the ground and jogged beside Scarlett until both were safe within the confines of the brick building.
Now Hanna could only pray that this wasn't a trap.
More bodies entered the sanctuary, and so far, they were all living. Hanna saw Scott enter -- but no Before in sight. "You left him to die, didn't you?" she said, tugging him over to where she and Scarlett stood. In the sprinting, Hanna had lost her gun, but she still had her backpack, which still had a bat in it. The bandages had been given to Petra. Really, Hanna had cleaned out her entire stock, leaving her with a bat that she was basically useless with.
"No one would happen to have an extra gun, would they?" she asked to anyone within earshot.
Golden eyes fell on Ennea. She looked awful, beaten worse than anyone else. A pang of guilt bit in Hanna's stomach that she had given her bandages to Petra who did not seem as badly injured. She wasn't responsible for Ennea, but they were teammates, more or less. They were allies through sheer virtue of going through this madness. Even the ones that annoyed the piss out of her didn't deserve to die.
This was still a training session, wasn't it?
When Jordan spoke up, Hanna nodded. They absolutely needed to take stock of this new place. Her stomach cramped in knots. Running into a tiny box seemed like a mistake. There was a part of Hanna that just wanted to run and run and run and run until those monsters were far off specks in the distance. Would that have even worked?
Crossing closer to Jordan, Hanna said, "We should try to help her too." She gestured to Ennea. "I don't have any bandages." Golden eyes scanned the room for Petra. If the girl hadn't needed hers, maybe she could get them to fix up Ennea. If it was Hanna lying on the ground, she'd want her allies to do the same for her.
(( HP: 15 ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 2:14 pm
The pain of the acid and the chaos of battle was too much for Caitlyn. She vaguely noticed more of her teammates falling victim to the monsters, but by then her brain was on autopilot.
Get away. She had to get away.
There was a house nearby. If Caitlyn could get there, she’d be safe, she told herself. She just had to make it. The pain from the acid was a sharp reminder of what could happen if she didn’t.
With one last glance at the mob of monsters descending upon the trainees, Caitlyn sprinted for safety.
((HP: 11
Action: Retreat!))
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 3:20 pm
Jordan half-smiled, grimly. "I have an extra gun if you have an extra bat," he said to Hanna. He'd been pretty useless with a gun; blunt objects were more his forte.
He looked down at Ennea when Hanna commented, shifting his grip to support Ennea more comfortably against his side. "I don't have bandages, either," he answered, grimacing. "Somebody must, though." He looked around the room, said to anyone nearby, "Ennea needs help - has anyone got their bandages?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:55 pm
Emmaline's heart was leaping out of her chest as the mob approached. All around her, the other hunters were scrambling towards safe ground, and she saw Jordan up ahead with Ennea propped against him, searching for bandages. She began to retreat along with the rest of the group, but paused as she reached the two hunters.
Pulling the bandages out of her own supply kit, she handed it to Jordan.
"I'm not sure how to use these, but please use them to heal Ennea."
[HEALING ENNEA WITH BANDAGES]
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 8:22 pm
It seemed everyone was able to take care of the mob. Good, good. Though she did grimace as the mob seemed to get angrier. Great, juuuuust great. Candace gripped the bat tightly and swung it this way and that at the oncoming creatures, all the while looking for some kind of escape. They needed to get out of this. Where was Caelius?! Ugh!
Three of their comrades fell injured and Candace gasped, turning on her heel to check on them only to find they were being carried out. Carried to a building. Yes! Perfect!
Candace picked up her bag and her gun and ran after them, booking it straight for the shelter as quickly as she could.
[RETREATING!
HP: 15]
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 8:29 pm
She handed the bandages to Jordan, unsure how to use them herself, then looked towards the building that the others seemed to be convening. One part of her felt like she should stay and help, yet she was unsure how or where to apply the bandages. Her head and her sense were screaming at her to flee. Weighed with a guilty heart, Emmaline stumbled back a few steps, then began to run towards shelter.
[RETREATING]
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 10:19 pm
Madison dropped to her knees next to Jordan and Ennea. Her bag, with the bandages in it, was... outside. Flung somewhere. Probably trampled into the ground by the horrible abominations.
She was trying not to look at the windowless walls and imagine them crushing inwards, pushed by the horde outside... but it was hard. The thought kept curling past her defenses and sending jolts of adrenaline down her spine. "We, like... what're we gonna do now? Just, like... wait and hope they don't get in and someone, like, comes for us?" Her voice was barely a whisper, ragged and shaky. Her gun was still clutched tightly in one white-knuckled hand.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 10:31 pm
((Solil - Jordan and Ennea are inside the shelter already; I don't think I can make a healing action after having retreated; will wait for GM confirmation on that.))
More trainees had come stumbling in, one by one; Jordan counted mentally, compared the count to his recollection of the group that had been in the helicopter. It matched, he thought. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like everyone was inside now. He hoped that was the case.
He looked up as Maddie knelt beside them. Her hands were trembling visibly, her voice strained as she asked her questions. He took a moment to think about it carefully, then answered, "First we need to see what we've got in here, see if there's anything we can use to break out or retrench. If we can't make a push, then we'll need to stand our ground and guard the door. If they're only coming at us from one direction, it'll be a lot easier to defend everyone." He took a breath, mind racing. "Caelius must be watching us somehow. I think this is another test. He might pull us out if it gets too bad, but he might not. Either way, we have to hold out till we've killed all the creatures or until something else happens."
His stomach twisted uncomfortably with tension. He refused to think of the building as a trap; he'd think of it as a defensible shelter. Look for the advantages. He reached out and gripped Maddie's shoulder, catching her eyes and forcing his voice to stay steady. "We'll do it," he said, with as much confidence as he could muster. "We have to, so we will."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 10:43 pm
Madison swallowed - ugh, everything even tasted like monster and bile! - and nodded slowly. "Yeah. You're right, b-boss. The walls aren't, like, gonna squish us..."
As she voiced the words, her own stomach performed an unpleasant acrobatic maneuver and she had to stop and clench her teeth together tightly. Now that the immediate danger was past, she became aware of a thousand things. She was thirsty - though not hungry, her stomach was too turned for that. Her hair had entirely escaped its ponytail and was tangled and straggled; much of it was pasted to her neck and the sides of her face with sweat. She had streaks of monster god-knows-what on her clothes, her skin... everything. She was sweaty and unkempt and tired and disgusting and her muscles were shrieking indignation at her.
And she'd broken several nails.
Not going to freak out. Not going to freak out.
She stared at Ennea instead. It was... marginally better? But only just. Damn, but the pink-haired girl had been gnawed to hell...
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 11:46 pm
Ennéa blinked. Oh, they were inside now. When did that happen? She giggled slightly but it quickly turned into a coughing fit.
More importantly there were people crowing in all around her in the small room. They were milling about and talking in agitated voices -- though about what she couldn't quite catch. Ennéa fretfully tried to shove some of them away; they were too close, it was claustrophobic. Pain lanced up her arm, hot and fierce, as she did so though and she quickly stopped.
The jolt seemed to cut through the haze though and Ennéa realized that one of the people nearby was Madison. She was looking at her so Ennéa gave her a weak smile in return. "Hi." she said. "What's up?"
Ennéa wobbled some and leaned into Jordan, grateful he was there to keep her from face-planting into the floor. Though actually, the floor looked pretty nice; it was flat and she just realized that she was pretty tired. Ennéa struggled to keep her eyes open.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 11:48 pm
The time it took to flee from the approaching monsters to get to the shack felt like ten million years to Before. Pain and terror made each passing second drag on and on. Being blind to his surroundings certainly didn't help matters much. Then finally, finally, he made it to wherever, whatever this place was. Of course he had to cling to Jeremy like Before was some sort of deranged, deformed koala to actually get to the shack, but together with Jeremy and Ariane, the blinded trainee stumbled through the doors, practically diving actually. His form was good but he failed to stick the landing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 12:28 am
Davey was using the respite from fighting to study the building. It was sturdy, though whether it was sturdy enough compared to the unending mob out there was unknown.
Madison seemed to have found some friends. For lack of any of his own, Davey stayed near them and the door.
"If they do manage to break in, at least it will be through small areas," he said, rather absently as his mind was plotting just that kind of scenario. "Easier for us to defend. Despite there being so many of them, if they can only fit a few through to face us at a time, they're at a disadvantage."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 5:30 am
Bix wanted to lean on something, rest for a time, but he was afraid that the monsters would come bursting through the walls at any second. "I'm sorry.. " He said it to Gale, mostly because the other so adamantly had wanted to continue fighting despite his injuries. Regardless of what was best, he apologized anyway. He didn't want the boy to think badly of him when he was trying to help.
Now that they'd retreated from combat and there were many more able bodied people in close quarters, the part of him that had been shouting orders and acting on the fly seemed to disappear. He was content to let other people tell him what to do right now.
"Before?" The building wasn't very big so he was close to his injured friend. "How are you, man? And.. umm.." He looked around, towards Ennea who also looked to be in pretty bad shape. "How's she?" he'd forgotten her name! >_<
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 6:40 am
Before raised his head towards Bix's voice, a broad, relieved smile splitting across his bandaged face. "Bix!! Bix you're here! Oh thank God. I'm uh, I'm never gonna be a GQ centerfold and I'm one of the three blind mice, but if I'm talking this much I think I'm okay. I think. I-is everyone else here too? No one's still out there?" he asked, hands feeling along the floor before he slowly pushed himself up onto his knees. "How's After doing?" he asked, referring to Gale, unsure if Bix knew of the nickname he'd given the former Beta Five. "A-and what is this place?" he continued. There were more questions ready to leap out of Before like the stacatto of an armalite but he held himself in check only because he'd run out of breath x 3x
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