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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 2:24 pm
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Hello Darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk to you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains,
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence.
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Morgan had gotten something to eat and managed to find a quiet place
where he could set up his things and start to experiment to find a cure for
this wretched infection. He had seen enough killing for this lifetime and he
would rather find a peaceful solution. A cure.
It was a simple enough idea, but Morgan knew from experience how hard a
cure was to make, especially since the infection seemed to be a virus and
not just a bacterial infection. He had studied the components that made up
the virus, but there just seemed to be no way of actually killing it to make a
vaccine, or reversing the effects.
Morgan worked hard before he sighed and set his head against his papers.
He took out a vile of a blood sample taken from a zombie whose reason had
still seemed to be in tact before he had killed it and studied the depleted
liquid with a small sigh. "How can we fight this? There has to be a way..."
Working for a few more hours, Morgan finally thought he had weakened the
virus enough that his body would be able to resist it. He put the solution into
a small syringe and took a deep breath as he slowly pushed the needle into
the vein in his arm. He hesitated only a moment before pushing the solution
into his blood flow. It did not work as planned.
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(( Noooope, Chuck Testa. ))
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 2:31 pm
  Prometheus... ...Icarius ♪ Ah! sweet mystery of life, at last I've found thee;
Ah! At last I know the secret of it all;
All the longing, seeking, striving, waiting, yearning,
The idle hopes, the joys and burning tears that fall! ♫
-Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy
Prometheus put a light hand on Xavier's shoulder as they walked and smiled
at him kindly. "I understand... if you want to talk about it or anything, well,
we're all together now and I don't mind listening," he said, assuring Xavier
that he wasn't alone in this fight any longer. They both had allies that they
could confide in, and Prometheus didn't want Xavier to feel isolated just
because he and Icarius were together. He wanted to support his fellow man.
Icarius could really care less about 'feelings'. As far as he was concerned,
actually caring about something or someone would only lead to your own self-
destruction. He'd seen it before when a fighter had lost a Navigator and took
his own life rather than moving onto a new partner that he had been assigned.
He viewed the unwillingness to live after another had passed on as a very
weak trait. As such, Icarius wasn't really paying attention to the conversation
the was going on behind him.
(( he is a sweetie... I enjoy him ))
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 2:46 pm
Morgan felt his head spinning, and all at once he felt a sharp pain in his
chest as he flung the syringe from his hand. "Stop... no... wait..." he
mumbled to himself as his hand gripped his chest and he found his breathing
becoming laboured. He fell off the chair he was sitting at and scattered all of
his researched papers off the table in front of him as he fell. He landed on the
ground on his hands and knees and gasped for breath, but his breath never
seemed to be enough for his screaming lungs.
He fell once again, though this time on his side as he began coughing and
convulsing for what seemed like an eternity before he finally lay still. His
whole body felt heavy, and he could not hear the heartbeat that had been
screaming inside his head for the past few moments.
Everything was quiet. Still. Simple.
Morgan's eyes slowly opened, though he was unable to see that they
seemed to be a lighter colour than before, and slightly cloudy in appearance.
His body ached unbearably and he would've given anything to stop the pain.
He got to his feet unsteadily and groaned, using the table for support.
Had it worked? Had his syrum worked or had everything been for naught?
Stumbling towards his door, Morgan's senses seemed to clear, and clear
even more than usual. He felt sharp, and more alive than he had ever felt as
he looked upon an orderly that was walking past his room. The woman didn't
even have time to greet him as he stepped in front of her and felt the intense
urge to feast on her flesh. He resisted at first, but everything happened so
fast that he barely had time to feel guilty as he lavished the taste of her fresh
blood. He closed his eyes a moment to feel all the pain leave his miserable
body as he disembowelled the woman and started to feast on her organs.
Her tender flesh fed his desire for the pain to stop, and he felt as if in bliss as
he ripped her apart.
The crunch of her bones as he snapped them to get at the marrow was
particularly enticing, but once he had been sated and realized what he had
done, he did not feel disgusted. He felt powerful. He had been so weak this
whole infection ordeal, so unable to defend himself, but now he felt powerful.
At the same time, the workings of his mind knew that this would be taken
badly by the others, and reserved to hide himself in the vents until he could
find a way out of here. It was curious how he had wanted to get here and be
safe... but now he wanted to be free, and not trapped in here with beings that
may harm him. It was self-preservation, and Morgan would live forever.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:42 pm
 Ⓝ o a h * Ⓢ e b a s t i a n ☁
☁ Ⓐ n d * Ⓝ o e l * Ⓗ i s * Ⓑ i r d ☁☁☀☁☁
Noah’s stomach grumbled with morning hunger.
“Breakfast would be a wise choice.”
Noah rose from the bed and swung his legs over the edge. His red
T-shirt was wrickled and sticking to him in places, and his jeans
uncomfortably bunching up as well... It was unusual feeling to him.
His hair was sticking up slightly in the back, the sun from the window
bouncing of it. He cracked his neck and realized his knapsack was still under
the blanket. He thought it over for a brief moment,
but decided to share his secret stash of goodies. Morning always put him in a
good mood. At least when the waking was pleasant… zombies weren’t the
nicest way to start the day.
“I actually have some… provisions.”
He removed his bad, a medium,
darker brown or black leather sack with a string-tie and metal buckle. It was a
modern take on old-fashion designs, and quite handsome. Undoing both, he reached inside.
“I don’t want to take Courtney’s food without her consent, and I can’t inquire now…”
He pulled out a can of chicken dumplings. It was a round, fat
can that opened with a tab, and would requrie heating.
“This would remain between us... deal?”
He didn’t want Courtney thinking he was holding out
on her, after her generosity. If she turned up, he’s give her some of his
portion. He raised an eyebrow along with his offer, tilting his head with the
facial gesture His black hair flapped against his forehead.
. . .
Mentionable:Tonfa Weapon
   "A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." Lou Holtz
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:23 pm
 [[Guess who's back? =D]]
It had been 2 months since Xavier, Icarius, and Coraline had found the old marine base, along with a large group of other survivors. Xavier had settled into the base nicely, as had the others,
or so it appeared to him.
Supplies were large, and they had basically everything they needed to live for... well, at least a few years, it seemed! There was still one problem, however. The ravenous group of undead just outside the fortress.
An enormous number seemed to have accumulated outside the barb-wired fence that surrounded the perimeter. Who knew how they found the place?
Maybe it was instinct; maybe they could smell the survivors' flesh.
It seemed some within the sanctuary weren't bothered by this. Xavier felt differently, however. At the rate the infected were growing, he feared they would soon find a way inside. It seemed nowhere was safe in the world; not even here.
Xavier began to think about that girl who lived in the treehouse, that they had tried to signal but failed. Maybe that was a safe spot. After all, it was high off the ground, and camoflauged even.
Xavier sat and wondered...
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 10:46 pm
  ℳαɼα ℛѳʙɪɳsѳɳℒѳcαϯɪѳɳ: In Sanctuary, which is definitely not on my world.(( Omg, you mean you still want to give this monster a try? I'm game if others are. Guess we better give that base an officially unofficial name.)) Mara scowled at the monitors that had video feeds of the perimeter of the military base people had begun calling Sanctuary. On them, she could see packs of the zom-bees at different areas. For the past two months, they'd been increasing in number steadily. Before, only one or two were seen a day. Now, at least six or more at a time were reported by watchers, and it was getting increasingly difficult for scouting parties to leave by ground routes. The cyborg women didn't like the idea of wasting their aircraft's fuel supply just to go rummaging around in the city, but it was getting harder to find volunteers willing to fight their way out.
Rather than stand there and watch the monitors with irritation, Mara did a sharp about-face and went looking for something that would boost her mood. Perhaps she could work on her sniper skills by picking off the undead zom-bees. As she walked, she reflected on the chain of events that had landed her in her current position. I've been put on the bottom rungs, for certain. Me, who once was the youngest captain of one of the most decorated ships in the Sendaluan Imperial Navy!
Unfortunately, such esteemed credentials did not seem to go over well with the people in command. She'd been told to prove her worth if she wanted to be in charge of anything more than latrine duty quite rudely. Had it not been for the fact that she would probably have been killed or starved to death out in the city, she would have left Sanctuary in disgust. Currently, she warranted no more rank than a mere petty officer of the third tier, and it frustrated her to no end. Her tactical suggestions were dismissed, and her alien nature tended to alienate her from her peers. She had the manners of a true Sendaluan gentlewoman, and was not inclined to coarse jokes or pranks like her bunkmate was. So far, her experience at Sanctuary had been nothing but lonely and demeaning.
After a while, she pushed open a door to find herself on the roof of one the buildings. From here, there was a clear view of perimeter, and you could see the undead gathering. There was also a young man sitting and gazing out at them. She did not recognize him, but that was hardly surprising, given the amount of fugitives who lived in Sanctuary and who had chosen to remain civilian.
"Oh, pardon me. I did not mean to intrude upon your solitude."
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 11:12 am
Prometheus... ...Icarius ♪ Don't promise me for ever,
Just love me day by day.
No one knows the future,
We're young, but that's OK. ♫
-Alexander Rybak
Prometheus had organized to get their ship brought back to the base, and
with a dozen other men and some machinery, they were able to get his wreck
of a ship into the base. He'd spent the last two months doing repairs, but it
still was not sky-worthy, let alone space-worthy. He was such a great
mechanic that the base had been distracting him with repairs of their own
equipment, and Prometheus was getting a bit frustrated that he didn't have
enough time to work on his own project. He and Icarius had to at least try to
find a way back to their timeline, and all these distractions took away from
their chances of finding a way before getting eaten by zombies.
Icarius was absolutely bored out of his skull. Sure, he'd had Prometheus all
night every night in their shared bunks, but even sex couldn't get rid of
complete boredom. He'd been working out everywhere he could, but even so
he felt as if he were being watched. Ever since that first night in this base (he
thought the name Sanctuary was a bit ironic since no one here really liked to
be here, but it was safe enough), Icarius felt as if something had gone wrong,
and it kept him uneasy. A few men had disappeared in the base over the past
two months, and he didn't like to think that he or Prometheus would be next.
Dressed in his blue open hoodie and new green army cargo pants, he went
up to the roof and saw that this space for thinking was already occupied by
two other people. One he recognized and the other he wasn't familiar with...
or wasn't she the woman trying to 'earn her place' within the army. Icarius
almost laughed out loud at the thought. He'd been able to get a suitable
ranking to do whatever the hell he wanted, and he'd secured the same for
Prometheus because Prom had been helping repair all their s**t. This woman,
though, alien or not intrigued him somewhat. Well, at least she was from this
time period and could get home if her ship were repaired. Icarius never knew if
he would actually be able to get home, even if their ship was ready to go.
"Hey," he said before he took a seat on the edge of the building and his legs
dangled over the side while he lit up a cigarette.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 6:05 pm
As the 2 month's pass, Coraline kept to herself, she did try to open up to others but is afraid of them finding out for what she did or was accused of doing. Still thinking about the fire flashes in her mind seeing her family die before her eyes it makes her want to yell and throw something at the wall. She knows it wasn't her who killed her family but she still thinks who it was. But it don't matter now for the killer might be dead thanks to those zombies. But now Coraline doesn't pay attention to that, she needs to let go of the past, no matter how traumatizing it is... Coraline now likes where she's at now, a safe military base, but now its not seeming to be so safe, Coraline has been having nightmares of the undead breaking down the tall fences and running after people and eating them. Coraline just hopes they are nightmares and not trying to warn her about something...
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 8:31 pm
[Yeah, I think it'd be fun to bring this RP back!]
Xavier sat quietly on the roof, staring out at the distance, where a sliver of light was barely peeking through the horizon; the sun had just set. He heard footsteps behind him, but wasn't startled. He merely turned around slowly and saw a girl.
"Oh, it's not a problem." He said to the girl. Icarius also appeared on the roof top, only a few seconds later. "What's up?" Xavier said to him, and watched him light up a cigarette. This made Xavier want one, and he realized he had left his in his coat down in his room.
"I need a smoke," He said to the group. "I'll be back in just a sec." He left the roof, and walked the metal stairs down into the center of the base. His footsteps clanged on the metal steps, and echoed noisily through the stairwell.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:09 pm
ℳαɼα ℛѳʙɪɳsѳɳℒѳcαϯɪѳɳ: In Sanctuary, which is definitely not on my world. Before Mara could gracefully retreat, another man appeared and lit up a cigarette without so much as a by your leave. She'd seen him around with the other mechanic, and was aware that he outranked her, but other than that, didn't know much about him. The other one left to get a cigarette as well, and she scowled in annoyance. She found smoking to be a disgusting habit, and had made it clear on the Valkyrie that the captain wouldn't tolerate such a thing in her presence.
She didn't want to leave the open sky, though, and go back into the depressing gray halls of the buildings on the ground. She hadn't ever been forced to stay landbound for so long since she was old enough to leave her wetnurse. She'd been raised on the decks of airships, never spending more than a week in any port. So she stayed, and ignored the cigarette smoke.The silence grew long between them as the man worked through his cigarette. Mara's eyes stayed focused on the undead, watching their patterns. They seemed to ebb and flow, some staying to touch the heavily electricalized fences and shamble aimlessly in front of it, others leaving to find easier prey.
They look so calm out there. Funny that they're only raving maniacs whenever a real person is in their midst.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:53 pm
 With an unhappy sigh, Natalie turned off the radio, silencing the static.
"Nothing?" her partner asked. He was wearing a pair of headphones that were so large, they looked ridiculous, but she had grown too used to the sight over the past two months to laugh about it anymore.
"Notta," she confirmed, prodding the radio with her finger like that would inspire a call from beyond Sanctuary. "We haven't heard from any soldiers for over two weeks, and no one at all for five days. Radio silence. That can't be good, can it?"
The guy shrugged uncomfortably. Natalie reminded herself that he was just like her, another "normal" who had been pulled into this mess and forced to adapt by either playing refuge or helping out at the base. They were in the communications room, but not much communication had happened lately--in all kinds of ways; as far as she could tell, no one "in charge" had told anyone else at the base that there was something wrong. Whenever she wanted to confide in someone, like one of the St. James brothers, there was always a soldier right behind her, waiting for her to screw up and say something she shouldn't.
"I'm gonna head out," she mumbled, excusing herself from the room. Her shift was nearly over anyway. She wandered out of the room and climbed to the surface, hating the red-hued light left over from the sunset. Blood red, almost. It would be dark soon. Rather than heading back to the room she shared with another female survivor, she set off in a random direction.
Her shoulders were stiff and the lack of sleep was making her paranoid. Everywhere she looked, she could swear she saw eyes looking out at her from the shadows.{{ I'm studying abroad for five weeks; I needed a fun distraction from class! }}
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 2:41 am
 Sebastian Three months passed since Sebastian had discovered the treehouse and the inhabitants within. It seemed like it had been only a few days. Sebastian and Noah had settled in nicely, and Sebastian was growing used to waking up every morning, watching the beautiful sunrise on the horizon, going out and scavaging for food, and looking for other survivors.
This made Sebastian's heart sink, however. There were no survivors. It seemed that he, Noah and the other girl were the only living things left in the world, that is besides the bird and dog. This worried Sebastian, as he still had no contact with his parents. As much as it hurt, there was always that thought at the back of his mind. That his parents were dead. I mean, how could they not be?
It didn't seem logical to think that they could still be alive. But Sebastian attempted to ignore these thoughts, as he approached Noah that day. "I think we need to leave." He said, then noticed how blunt he sounded. "We're eventually going to run out of supplies here. And I refuse to believe that we are the only three humans left alive in this entire world. There has to be survivors out there. I mean, this is just one city. Imagine how many people probably have safe spots out there. Bunkers, maybe; Or military bases! What do you think?"
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 8:23 pm
ℳαɼα ℛѳʙɪɳsѳɳℒѳcαϯɪѳɳ: In Sanctuary, which is definitely not on my world. Suddenly, the zom-bees began to stir restlessly and press closer to the fence. As Mara watched, more seemed to be trickling in. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she pulled her little captain's spyglass out of an inside pocket in her uniform. She kept on her as a memento of what she was trying to get back to, but right now, opened it and peered through it at the fence line.
Is it just me, or are they getting excited?
As she watched, she began to have an awful sense of foreboding, as if somehow she was about to fall into a fatal trap. The zom-bees were starting to mill around even faster in front of the fence, and through her glass, she could see that some of their mouths were open. From this distance, she couldn't hear the moans and grunting, but she would bet her currently non-existent captaincy that they were making those noises.The undead began leaning against the fence, the first line sacrificing themselves to be used as buffers against the high amount of voltage for the ones behind. Mara nearly dropped her spyglass in fear and her mouth went dry.
They're trying to break through... Dear god, they're actually thinking about how to break through!
An alarm blared unexpectedly, and a cool computerized voice began calling a red alert for some sort of breach in the Research and Development section underground. People began scrambling around to get to battle stations, and Mara stood frozen, unsure what to do.
It was a moot question soon enough, because right then, a section of the fence bowed inward, then broke and fell. She watched in horror as zom-bees began to trickle in and fall upon distracted personnel among the wails of more breach alarms. The first screaming casualty galvanized her into action, though.
"Come with me!" She barked the command at the smoking man, momentarily forgetting that he was her superior and that she had no rank to speak of. Battle had been joined, and she needed to get to her weapons, currently locked in her unit's gun locker while off-duty. She was in captain mode, and was intent on meeting the enemy with guns blazing. Little things like the reality of her situation would only distract her from protecting all the civilians currently living in Sanctuary.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:08 pm
Xavier had just grabbed his coat from his bunker, threw it on, and was headed towards the stairwell again, that would lead him back to the rooftop. As he was clanking up the metal stairs however, a loud screech made him drop to his knees, and he covered his ears. A red light was flashing in the stairwell, and a siren was blaring, reverberating off the walls. He knew it wasn't a good sign.
Xavier bolted up the staircase as fast as he could, and burst through the door. He saw Icarius, Coraline and the other woman heading straight for him. "What's going on!?" He asked, his heart nearly beating out of his chest.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:02 pm
Coraline was walking through the halls and up the staircases the find the others, she wanted to know if they felt anything weird about the base and it wasn't all in her head. She then reached a rooftop to see Icarius taking a smoke break, as she was about to ask where the others were she then heard the loud sound of sirens going off. Coraline jumped in fear, she quickly then thought someone or something was intruding the base. Coraline then heard the door slam open to see Xavier she saw fear in his eyes, once he asked that question she wanted to ask the same thing. But she then looked down from the rooftop seeing people running all over the place and also to see the undead running at them and eating them. Coraline had froze she knew her dreams were trying to tell her something, but nothing as close to this. Coraline sat there frozen seeing other people get munched on, Coraline quickly snapped out of it and looked at the group "we need to get out of here now or it's us next!".
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