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 Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 5:29 pm
(( Don't know why I said green goop... Maybe Bruce knows a little too much? Or I associated seed and sperma with the color green... who knows razz ))
Bruce conducted a small mental orchestra in the air as the woman spouted off directories of the procedure book. "Oh and I'm sure this book was written with the intent to save lives in the event that a blob creature, from which" He stood up, pointing at the woman, "I might add, that apparently only a select few of us had the privilege of knowing such a thing... even in a primal state, even existed," It was obvious he was accusing the woman of something. What it was specifically, even he didn't know but the jagged thoughts were still there, and enough to send the man into a small episode of rage.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 5:46 pm
"Hey, hey, let's not have a blue now," Ace stood up, waving his hands up and down in a calming gesture. "She'll be apples; we just need to get back to Sydney, right? We're human beings; let's use our heads."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 1:30 pm
The Alpha Shuttle slowed to a stop and the doors opened slowly. The silence was immense as Iraina stepped onto the platform, her guns both held forward. She walked towards the map on the far wall slowly and quietly, but the sound of her footsteps seemed to crash through the room. Glad that she had taken the time in Secondary to actually become fluent in English, she saw that the landing dock for the train that she had come to meet was nearly on the other side of Empire. Better get started, she thought, holstering one gun and checking the magazine of the other.
Iraina walked toward the door and waited for it to open, but it did not. She pressed the manual "open" button and waited again, to no avail. She finally pulled on the door, and it screeched open, revealing a hall that was darker and colder than it should've been. A flourecent light flickered somewhere to the right. She checked the map one last time from inside the dock, set her jaw, raised her gun, and stepped into the hall.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 4:09 pm
Ledger seemed a bit miffed at Bruce, and was opening his mouth to say something when the tram-type vehicle began to slow. Outside, the spaced pillars supporting the tunnel could visibly be seen now, and counted, rather than appearing as a blur. Even though special springs had been installed at the end of the tunnel, everyone could still feel a small bump as the tram came to an abrupt halt. Apparently, less funds could be spared for the smaller, less significant tunnels--but no turbulence whatsoever would be found on the Alpha Shuttle, which had a supreme construction design by genius architects and tunnelers. Finally, the tram had halted; they had arrived.
"Well," Ledger said slowly, "we ought to not stay in here. The armory is a floor below us. The Alpha Shuttle is four floors above. Come on--if you're going to follow me, I'm heading to the armory. The stairs are in the main atrium."
While the others filed through, Ledger purposely hung back or did whatever he had to do to walk near Bruce. Once a small distance separated them from the rest, he murmured, "Elle's brother died today. There's no need for accusations--at least not until we're all safe."
Without waiting for a reply, Ledger pushed ahead. The main atrium was a short walk down a hall. The electricity worked, thankfully. Ominous sounds could be heard from--below, above?--all directions, although they were far-off sounding. "Be careful, everyone," Ledger reminded. "Best to stay behind the man with the shotgun."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:47 pm
((It's ironic. I'm watching a show about the Seven Deadly Sins as I'm writing this.))
Dane allowed himself a bit of a smirk at the comment and clicked the safety off his shotgun without a word.
Andromeda crossed her arms to hide her tremors. The others were scared, yes, but at least they had something to center themselves on. Breathe. Breathe. As long as you stay calm, you can get through this...
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 9:47 pm
After a seemingly endless walk, Iraina was nearly to the massive stairwell. She had seen nothing yet, but heard echoes of obscure noises that got louder as she approached the chamber. According to the map, the landing dock for the tram that was supposedly on its way was several floors down.
As she reached the stairs, she heard something much closer and more tangible than the distant sounds of before. Unbelievably, clear footsteps reverberated through the atrium, but there was another sound, also, even more stirring:
Living human voices. Iraina looked over the banister down towards the sound, searching for its source, but unable to see anything. She blinked, suddenly worried. I have no idea what it was that killed those people. I didn't think that it sounded human, but perhaps... Or worse; what if the things that murdered them can impersonate human voices? Or replicate human bodies? I cannot possibly know if I am walking into a trap or not. Who could I ever trust? I do not know any Americans. She cursed under her breath and shrugged. Well, I can't just stand here like a lost child. I have to act. That is what I came for. She pulled back from the banister and rushed down the stairs, as quietly as a person can rush while holding a cocked pistol forward in one hand.
[[ Hey, Aeriodite, it might be helpful if Bruce and Iraina know each other. That would prove that everybody is really human, since she really doesn't have any idea what the monsters might look like. If that's alright with you, of course. :] ]]
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:06 pm
[[ It is done, 8D ]]
The cold feeling between Bruce and Ledger was infantile... but mutual. Without a word, the man stood up and exited the tram. He padded his pockets lightly, checking to make sure something was there, without taking it out. Deep in his own thought, the man followed closely behind the group, though at the same time making it a point that he wasn't acquainted with any of them. His eyes darted up the stairwell, the sounds of distant footsteps booming in his ears, however quiet they might have actually been.
Without warning, Bruce darted up the staircase, leaving the group behind for a moment. "Who goes th-" he cut off, skidding to a halt. "Iriana?"
[[ I'll leave it for you to decide what relationship they have, ]]
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 9:43 pm
Iraina skidded to a halt, practically smashing into him. "Bruce? What are you doing here? You aren't dead! How did you...? Are there more survivors? I heard on the radio.." She blinked spastically, lowering her weapon. "What the hell happened here, Bruce?"
[[ I'm sorry. Next time I will remember to post when I leave town. Forgiveness? sweatdrop ]]
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 7:04 am
[[ Forgiven XD ]]
"Apparently someone let loose a chemical of sorts... other than that I do not know details," Bruce sighed, and thought the moment over, "Wait... where did you just come from? Have you seen another creature?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:33 am
"I rode here on the Alpha Shuttle after I heard... disturbing noises on the radio," Iraina shifted her weight in order to get a better veiw of the stairs behind him, still talking, "Released a chemical? That might make some sense," She attempted to justify the seemingly brutal and painful deaths that she heard over the radio with this new information, and struggled. "I haven't seen anyone or anything. No chemicals, but no people either," She stopped, remembering Bruce's job here, suddenly afraid. "Is the chemical visible? Are we breathing it?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 2:26 pm
Sadly, such a friendly conversation could not continue. From behind, and above, Iraina and Bruce heard a sharp hiss and intake of breath. Although muffled, a thunderous cacophony of... footsteps?... came ever-closer, and three flights above, an unseen door was forced open, presumably by a kick or some means of that nature.
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On the floor, Ledger realized that Bruce had left. He stopped, and turned toward the stairs doubtfully, not hearing the conversation that was going on. "Maybe we should go straight for the Shuttle," he said doubtfully, although he remained poised to move at an instant's notice.
The Main Atrium was a very large square, or cube, to speak in three dimensions. In the center was a large statue of marble, coated in bronze, of Abraham Lincoln. This statue was five floors, closer to six high. The higher floors of the Main Atrium consisted of surrounding balcony-platforms, railed, like one might find on the second story of a mall. On the second floor of this place, however, the food court could be found. The third floor was the Alpha Shuttle's station, and floors above that featured more areas, such as living quarters. The top floor was actually a story above-ground, and an entrance to Empire from the outside. Above that was an accessible heliport or six, and some glass-domed observational areas. During most of the year, Empire was snowed-in, however.
Assuming that most of Empire was not safe--hell, any of it--traveling up six flights of stairs in itself proved a nervous challenge, but when escape to the outside proved inaccessible, the group would be trapped up there, instead of being able to flee upward further. On the bottom floor, in which the group was located, one could go further down (just not with the Atrium and the statue) into more business-oriented, less decorated places, for mining and such. Elevators existed, but once again, logic dictated that they be avoided. The floor was of tile, and everything possessed a white or silvery color and texture, promoting a sense of cleanliness and of a sterilized environ. The bottom floor of the Atrium served as a lounge and a through-point for the business- and living-areas of Empire. Apparently, any private interests who had helped fund in part the facility had been very involved in its construction, including the pointless separation of all areas into specific floors--basically, turning Empire into a large mall, without the shops.
One could glance up all the way to the top floor, but seeing beyond the railing of each balcony-landing proved somewhat difficult, especially in the bright light, with all the white and silver reflecting it everywhere.
Sydney and the Russian Station were decidedly better-constructed and decorated than the U.S.'s acclaimed Empire.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 5:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 6:39 pm
((Idk what to post .__. ))
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