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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:41 pm
Keeli turned to Alex, hooking her thumbs in her jeans pockets. "Well, we need to corpse hunt. Best date idea ever," she joked with a wink. "I'll remember to thank Sven for his creative ideas."
Backing into the hallway, she shot a sarcastic look over her shoulder to Alex. "Nothing better than the fragrance of rotting Product in the morning."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:47 pm
Alex smirked, shrugging.
"Hey, can't be that bad. Besides, if you get scared, I'll be there to protect you."
The idea was, of course, ridiculous. Keeli didn't strike him as the type to freak out in a corpse field, nor did he think she'd actually need his help.
"Nonsense, in a few months rotting corpse will be the new cologne scent." He laughed briefly, a bit giddy to get out of the Main House.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:52 pm
Sven looked up to House and sighed. "Well it's not that. It's been ten years since you and I formed the resistance, and I still haven't been able to bring down the asylum. Not to mention the young pups that are currently in my stead."
He stood up again and barked more orders to Alex and Keeli. "You two head out! You're wasting precious time! The Russian is staying back with us so he can relax. Now hurry up and do your damn jobs!"
He sat back down and rubbed his temples. His stress was starting to go through the roof. Of course it wasn't no one's fault here. But the anniversery of Sarah and Mariah's deaths was comming up in a few days. House knew all about it. Sven went through this every year and became more stressed and depressed each year he failed to bring down the Asylum.
Sarah had been his beloved wife, and Mariah, his young daughter. Both were taken by the Asylum. Their corpses were recovered by House and Sven when they went out to collect some corpses for the newly formed resistance research team.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:55 pm
On her way out, she said to Alex, "If I get scared, the only thing you'll have to protect is my ego." She grinned, amused. "And whatever happened to au natural? I miss the days before Axe and Rotting Corpse," she sighed dramatically.
She dug in her pocket and pulled out a ring of keys, flipping through them. "Better grab the van if we're hauling bodies."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:02 pm
House recognized the look on his friends face and knew that this was the one time that he could not be an a**. He thought back to the day things went bad for Sven and knew that the guy was hurting.
"If it is ann consolation know that both of them would be proud of you right now for what you are doing. It has been a while, but I can feel it in my old bones...we are getting close. The asylum would not be beefing up security if they did not pervieve us as a threat. That is both a good and bad thing, but let us deal with things as the come."
He popped himself a few more pills, not really liking doing so infront of Sven, seeing as the man was the only one that really knew that House had the addiction. To most others it was understood that the pain in his leg was just that bad.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:05 pm
He followed along towards the exit, quick checking to make sure he had what he needed. It was only a search mission though, so a radio-which he had-was the only really necessary thing.
He chuckled at Keeli, then winced slightly as Sven's shout carried down the hall.
"You don't want au natural, Irish. We common folk call that B.O. Now let's get outta here, Boss's about to burst a vein." He pushed open a door, heading up a few flights of stairs to where the vehicles sat in the garage on ground level.
"Pick your pleasure." Alex spread his arms, as if putting their collection of cars and vans on display.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:14 pm
She scanned the parking lot, unable to quit the commentary. "I'd take B.O. over rotting corpse when it comes down to it. At least it isn't voluntary."
Finally, she trotted over to a cherry red van with heavily tinted windows. "How's this for subtle carcass gathering?" she asked as she popped the lock with her key and climbed into the driver's seat. Somebody with a lot longer legs had last used it. Her feet didn't even reach the peddles until she adjusted it.
"All aboard, matey."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:23 pm
Sven sighed and looked over to House. He hoped the man was right. "We've been causing them problems yes, but it's not good enough. We can't get inside because they do retna scans, background checks, and barcode scans. Still, there has to be something we haven't tried yet. Still, Keeli may have been onto something.
As much as I would hate to send someone into the Asylum, we might just have to use someone as bait. If they can play dirty, we should be able too. Attach a small transmitter into their bodies so we know the full extent of what they do to their victims. I know you have the technology to do that. We just have to find someone suicidal."
He watched the man pop a few more pills, but let it slide for the moment. "In either way, we also need to prepare for the worst. If they are supported by all countries but Canada and France, then we'll be in trouble once we do bring it down. No doubt they'll think it a terrorist attack and we'll be turned into the bad guys. Things will just get worse from there, and no doubt a war will ensue."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:51 pm
"That much is true." Inwardly, Alex mused on what could possibly have brought on such a conversation, and only found one conclusion: he was talking to Keeli.
He shook his head at the not-so-subtle choice ride choice, and climbed into the passenger seat. "Let's make waves, captain." He replied, following along with her analogy.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:58 pm
"Shiny." She turned the key and revved the unimpressive engine. "These luggers fail at being cool rides. I am so not ever owning a van if I get my own car."
To get her own car, she might even have to get her own license. Hers was the Resistance-issue fake. She'd never really had a real one before, not that it said anything about her driving. Hitting the garage door release on her keychain, she wheeled the van around and brought it through.
"Freedom," she sighed as they left the main house behind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:00 pm
(Alright, I'm sure you two already know this but I'll say it anyway. Mr. Darkstars char is waiting for you two at the garbage heap. She'll be in a body bag)
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:41 pm
((Yeah, I know your just itching to dive into the corpses and locate the body bag. Sounds like a great way to spend a friday night huh? biggrin )
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 4:00 pm
" can someone please tell what the ablouste hell is going on?! One minute I'm running from the Combine the next i end up in France and no one seems to know who the Combine are?!" he yelled. He then realized something. he remembered what one of the Doctors said...it was possible if the teleportation was some how interfered with a person could end up in all kinds of places...and now it seemed to have landed him here.
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