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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:37 pm
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Hospital
Kostya fell like a puppet with its strings cut, wheezing, grateful that someone had had the foresight to move him out of harm's way.
From the ground, he glared at the computer, annoyed that it had not intervened sooner.
"Probably," Kostya muttered, still winded, "need to input command to get answer." He nodded once at Lex, assessing the damage done to Peyton and her extremities.
"Thank you," he settled on, staggering to his feet.
hp// 24 - 9 = 15
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[A.V.] rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 9
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:37 pm
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 12
Total: 22 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:42 pm
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Hospital
The thing howled and the dainty Sun jerked back and away as massive fingers uncurled and Kostya fell to the ground, hurt, but free. There was a brief moment of relief, the flicker of a startled smile as she moved in again, reaching for the Russian with the intent to pull him further into the room, away from the flailing hand, but those large fingers caught into loose fabric of her hoodie, dragging her forward, knocking her down, and then pressure.
Lavender eyes shot wide, and she dug nails into the floor, breaking the ends off as she tried to pull herself away, but she was well and truly pinned, and that crushing weight kept coming down. "No no, s**t! Stop!" Her voice was high with panick, and she squirmed, she struggled, she did everything in her power to get free, but nothing worked.
She screamed, and it wasn't enough to drown out the sickening sound of bone shattering as that huge finger snapped her femur like a ******** popsicle stick. She screamed because she couldn't not scream, and Warrick screamed with her. Raging through her mind as another howl cut through the air and the hand reared up and away. She didn't see the cobwebs. Hell, she didn't see any of it. Too busy curling around the ruin of her leg, jaw clenched, teeth set, a barrier for the pained whimpers that threatened to fall from pale lips.
Getting her arm nearly cleaved off had hurt, but it had been relatively clean compared to this. Bloody, brutal, but clean. This was anything but. She scrambled away from where she had been, half crawling across the floor until she bumped into the legs of someone she wasn't very familiar with. Blonde hair and a hood filled her vision when she jerked her head up, but she snapped around to stare at Lex with wide, shocky eyes as he mentioned the computer.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:43 pm
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Hospital- Main floor
He held on for Chel for a time, looking back the way they had come from until she spoke. "We made it past the sentries. I don't know what comes next." He glanced down at her, before turning towards the buildings, gaze sweeping over them.
"That one. I think it's a hospital. Maybe they have something there that we can get you properly patched up with, Jumpsuit. Think you can walk yet?" If she could, he would more then happily set her down, his muscles protesting from holding on to her for so long already. On top of that, he wanted to be able to hold his own weapon in his hand, wary of their surroundings.
Regardless of whether she was able to walk or he needed to carry her, he headed towards the building he thought might have some medical supplies, keeping an eye out for Fini, Oliver, and Jack as he went.
Getting to the building took a little more time because of his pink haired burden, but once they were in, he wasted no time at all, searching for any medical supplies that might be lying around while trying to ignore the creepy gouges in the walls and the splatters of blood.
DarkHeartedSorrow in case chris is tagging along~
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:47 pm
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[ Dorms ]
The next door, incidentally the last door swung open. There was once again, a lot of blood. It seemed someone had unloaded a whole arsenal of bullets onto the body, and they were not shackled, no they had died and then been placed into the room.
They weren't even wearing a Hunter coat.
No, they never wore a Hunter coat, just a three piece suit, always in pristine shape. It was sad to see it damaged beyond repair.
He could have been resting almost, broken glasses dangling above his nose, slightly crooked, short blonde hair matted, dripping blood still. His eyes were closed, and one gloved hand was still clenching something that didn't exist. There was a spray of red all around the room, all around the hallway to prove that he hadn't gone down without a spectacular fight. The other arm was severed at the elbow, just a stump. A handkerchief had been wrapped around it, in colourful shapes, also stained now a dried red.
There weren't just prisoners in this hallway. It wasn't just Hunters, or just someone else, just another body, just a victim.
In this hallway there had been heroes.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:53 pm
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The door finally crumbled open, and inside was just one person, tied, shackled, suspended on a hook. They were pale, beyond pale, they looked half-dead, battered and torn apart. There was nothing glorious about this figure, there was nothing wonderful, there was nothing powerful.
It was simply a human stripped of everything.
They coughed, a spray of blood, and then they looked up, without actually seeing who had rescued them. One leg was battered, bloody, most likely from kicking the door.
Instinctively, he looked up, hair also matted darker than the usual orange-red. There was a strange moment where it almost seemed like he could get up, that he could just ruffle someone's hair and tell them it would always be okay, that they could be nakama, and to always fight the good fight. It felt almost surreal to see that same person so broken. Instinctively, he turned towards his rescuers and fought to control breathing. Eyes stained in his own blood stared blankly at Rep, at Harrison.
"Simon." He gasped, struggling to fight his lungs from giving in, "Save Simon."
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 9
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 7:57 pm
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Center
"Yeah well I root for my ******** self, thanks much," America countered, spinning Stryker in a golden, destructive arc. There was a brief lull, just enough to look over at the man, blood streaming down the side of his face. "You got a thing," she gestured with a cocked brow and a try-hard grin. Did the other buildings hold better fighters and weapons? Would Peyton be enough to...
The girl shook head, both the worry and blood soaking trough her own shirt could be left for later. They'd be fine. She'd be fine. Everything would be fine, sometimes everything just had to be terrible first.
HP: 29
Boss: 31
Dmg: 7
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 8:01 pm
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[ dorms ]
Luckily for Otto, Mimsy was both serious and crazy.
At the instant that he demanded for her to stop thinking whatever it was that she was thinking, she had been doubting that this was his Dream Vacation after all, thanks to his expressions. It was good to know that this was not the case, as it was quite exciting to think that he was as interested in all of this as she was.
She put one hand on each of Otto's shoulders, squeezed them tightly, and began to lead him into the room.
The sight of the man, now very dead, stopped her immediately.
With wide eyes, she stared, taking in every little detail. Broken nose. Broken glasses. Blood, so, so much blood. His hand curled tightly. A handkerchief that probably did not belong to him, tied around a partially severed arm, in an effort to save his life.
Well, that had not worked at all, had it!
Mimsy leaned down and smiled into Otto's hair.
"Uh ohhh," she whispered. "Otto, what filthy dreams you have."
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 8:03 pm
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Hospital 2nd Floor
The Sun hissed as she was moved, biting her lip to hold all those little helpless pain sounds in. She'd already screamed, that was enough. That was ******** enough.
"Bag," she managed, groping for the pack strapped to her thigh. "I've got runic, and other- s**t!" Every little touch hurt. It didn't matter if Lex was gentle or not, it didn't make a lick of difference. It was impossible not to squirm while he worked to bind the leg, but she tried, like hell to keep still and to not punch him in the ******** face.
It wasn't his fault.
She repeated it, over and over, while he worked.
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kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 2
Total: 14 (2-24)
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