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 Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 2:29 pm
Helicopter on international airbone, 2000 hours
"ARE YOU SURE?????" Vanessa said as Walther and Mark where on the front,
"YES!!! there is no other choise". We have to find Jill" Mark said back, and Walther added "If Tricell finds her she would be on the same place that Wesker had her once, we cant lets that happens again". Vanessa wich allways loved Walther feeled like she was nothing for him, he however have his bases, and one of those bases is never cheat on your loved person. And now that Walther and Claire broked Vanessa see a chance to have Walther and use his own base on his own, to make sure he wont cheat her. But no one knew that Walther was about to turn on Vlayse once again
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:54 am
Tokyo, Japan
The plan is in motion. This was the thought that ran across the man named Albert Wesker. By now he was well on his way to arrive at the location he had supplied to Frederic Downing as to where they would meet. Soon the T-Cure shall be in my grasp, but...what then? The general goal was clear; his years in training as a researcher from Umbrella had given him such skills and clarity of mind. He would need to test the limits of it, push it to its very limits one could say. The question now was a matter of determining the best appraoch to accomplish this.
As he moved through the busy noon streets of Tokyo, he spotted an english-themed eatery. Most likely a spot designated for turists, rather than citizens, not that Wesker cared how it had come to be. He had however developed a craving for some sustinance. A super human body such as his managed to go extended lenghs of time with any need of food, but when the need returned it was rather large, annoying and needed to be taken care off. The sunglassed blond walked in and took a look around. The place was humble but spacious. It suited him just fine since it did attract any attention. Wesker quickly sat down and was attended to by a young japanese woman with rather good english. Simply by looking at the menu for a second or two, Wesker ordered 3 main dishes and a lot of natural juice to along with it. The young woman chuckled thinking it was a joke, but a second look at his stern face let her know it was no joking matter. The food arrive 10 minutes later due to the size of the order, which had him for angry than he cared to show in public, but onc ehe started eating, he focused just on that.
After paying in cash, Wesker left, leaving a stunned chef and waitress. He was back on his way after this, expecting Frederic with his strategy figured out. he'd travel to America to watch the T-Cure in actual combat. It seemed Downing would be more useful than Wesker had originally calculated.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 2:17 pm
~Raccoon City~
 Dean, watched as the two men left toward the building. As a bloody zombie emerged from a dark and gloomy alley way, Dean took cover behind an old park bench. Dean watched from a safe distance as Umbrella soldiers showed up. Everything from then on happened so fast, next thing Dean knew the man who had shot at him earlier was lying dead on the street. As the Umbrella soldiers left Dean, noticed the new figure of a man. He was bloody, and alittle battered just like Dean was. He heard the man say his name was Mike. Not wasting any time, Dean took off running toward the crash sight he gave away his position as he ran across the street Right in front of the two mens view. He turned toward them and gave alittle nod to say thank you, then he vanished into the night.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 4:55 pm
U.S.A 6:40
BRRRRIIING BRRRRIIING*a hand come form under the blanket and trys to trun off the alarm clock*hnn uhh*the alarm clock goes off 5 more times*SHUT UP*the hand picks up the alarm clock and throws it aginst the wall and it breaks*about time* Matt gets up form the sheets*now i wonder where i am*matt has been traveling aimlessly for the past week therefore has no idea where he is. he spent the night at an abondoned house that and he dosent even know how to read a map*hmm lets see which way was the anti-B.O.W area*matt haveing discovered through an unidentifed soruce that there is a group of people who are trying to stop any and all bio-hazords*oh yeah to the north i think*as he says this he begains to walk south*
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 11:19 am
Exiting Raccoon City/ HighwayMarcus had finally emerged on the highway of Raccoon city and it seemed that the infected hadn't been in his sights.
He continued on dodging the cars on the road and the corpses as well. 
"My god...this is just horrible". Marcus said as there were more bodies.
Now this is all happened Marcus didn't even want to return back to Raccoon City at all.
Now that Marcus's Umbrella soldiers are dead, he wouldn't be able to rescue any more people"Damn kid..fricken made my mission a failure...". He said.
The exiting of the Highway came up and Marcus exit Raccoon City forever.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 3:59 pm
Crash Sight ~Raccoon City~
Dean arrived at the fiery inferno of a plane, only to be horrified by the sight before him. He quickly searched the area for survivors not knowing what or why the plane had came down. It wasn't till a few moments later he saw the one thing he didn't expect to see. The Cargo hold of the plane was still intact, on fire but intact. He cautiously searched the fiery cargo for any survivors. Minutes went by and Dean left the cargo hold empty and covered it suet. His mind began to race through what had happened and why. "Infecties maybe one on the plane that brought it down, or perhaps it was shot down? But why" Dean's thoughts were cut short by a familiar sound, but one that he wasn't expecting. He could hear helicopters and trucks in the distance. It sounded as if a whole Calvary was heading his way, as the noises grew louder he thought it best to leave the crash sight and find a new way out of Raccoon City.
Raccoon International Airbase - Midnight
Dean finally arrived at the only place that he could think of that would have a chopper or anything of that nature, to get him out of the hellish city that he was in. Taking his jacket off, he quickly through it over the barbed wire fence. Looking as if it had been abandoned for years, he still didn't want to take any chances of anyone finding him in a secure place like this. He began searching the Hangars one after another, everyone was the same empty. He thought it best to try and find the repair hangar, in hopes that it might have a plane that was repaired. He proceeded to leave the empty hangar when he was brought down by a huge zombie of a man. Dean held the mans arms trying to keep him from having his next meal. "Damn Your a big boy" Mistro yelled. The dead man had to be atleast 300 pounds and the weight of the man began to get the best of the meal lying on the ground. The struggle went on for about a good five minutes until Dean noticed a 9mm handgun tucked in the mans waist, he quickly reached for the pistol letting go of one of the zombies arms. The long struggle came to a bloody hault. As Mistro got up and limped toward the repair building. While inside he found only one small plane, with the Tricell logo on the tail. "Not my favorite of Companies at the moment but it will do" He made his way into the plane and it came roaring to life. Dean left the airstrip and was well on his way to somewhere.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 11:20 pm
*Location Unknown*  The afternoon sun pierced through the sky, the rays burning as they danced upon her skin. Jessica slowly awoke dazed. "Wha-what happened?" she groaned as she gently sat up. Looking around she could not tell where exactly she was. The sand and water in the distance made her believe she was still in Brazil, but of course she had no way of confirming it. She felt like s**t, every bone in her body aching and a stinging sensation coming from her right arm. Jessica looked toward the source and found a large gash in her bicep. Examining the rest of her body she appeared to be in alright condition with just bruises and small cuts. Just then it hit her, she reached behind her feeling for the small tiny box. "Dammit!" she cursed loudly. Looking about her surroundings she found her slender mic cut into bits about the wooded area. "Great, that means my mission has been compromised. Who knows if my team knows or if they are even alive." she tried to recall the events leading to now.
She remembered meeting Mike, Alex, and Micah at the rendezvous point, a small cafe nearby. They had gathered intel on the warehouse that included a blueprint of the area and brief background of the ownership of the place. The intel concluded that the warehouse has been unowned for years with no known activity being found there recently. They decided to split up, Micah going with her around the back entrance while Alex and Mike took the front. Things then became hazy for Jessica, she couldn't remember much more. She knew she wished for Maria to be in the warehouse and alright. Also that she quietly entered through a small window with the help of Micah giving her a lift. There was a scuffle, shots and then everything went black until she woke up here. "Jesus! What is going on?" she wondered. Deciding the best option would be to leave in case the people who brought her here returned Jessica ripped the loose fabric of her shirt, fastening a tourniquet around the bleeding wound on her arm and proceeded forward hoping to find a place of shelter from the blistering sun. Knowing she needed water and answers fast before time ran out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 12:24 pm
Umbrella Facility-inside
It seemed when he heard those screams the whole Facility came back to life.
All of a sudden a couple of lickers came around the corner of the hallway in front of them...these were no ordinary lickers...they were big, there skin was black and there claws were bigger then any licker he had ever seen. HUNK looked behind him and there were more of them. He started checking his surroundings and noticed a vent above him. He quickly shot the bolts off of the vent and swung up into it. His teammate Luke was shooting the lickers in front of him like a mad man but did not notice the ones behind him. HUNK attempted to pull him into the vent."Luke! Grab my hand!
Luke was too busy fighting the lickers to hear and was impaled through the back of his head by a lickers tongue. HUNK pulled his hand back up then started crawling through the vent heading to his objective.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 5:34 pm
Tokyo Subway, Japan
His feet couldn't avoid the tapping of his foot on the train's floor. Downing was now on his way to meeting with Wesker at the Hotel. His nervouseness stemmed from conjecture in his mind. Stories of Wesker were just rumors, spread years ago by a BSAA agent named Chris Redfield, who was no doubt the brother of Claire Redfield; a name Frederic would never forget. Accourding to said agent, Wesker was a ruthless terrorist with dilusions of grandure and world domination. All in all it sounded a bit harsh, except for tha fact that Downing new Wesker from his Umbrella days and it didn't seem like such an imposible stretch to imagine a power-hungry version of the stoic scientist. Basically what worried him was delivering the data then being killed to avoid knowledge of his survival leaking.
The subway arrived at the appropiate station and Downing got off. As he climbed up the stairs and walked across the street to reach the hotel's entrance, a knew though accoured to him. His was a rather fancy and crowded hotel and would make for an attention-calling crime scene. Armed with this new knowledge to calm his nerve, Downing got on the elevator and put on his calm face as he finally reached the designated room and walked in.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 6:11 pm
Michael "Mike" Thorton  ~Raccoon City~Noticing the man running away from the seen Mike decided to tail him. Mike followed the kid to the Raccoon international air base. Mike watched as the kid fought off an infected. Mike decided to help the kid as best he could with out being found out. Mike loaded his G3 and covered the kid with out him knowing. Mike gunned down 3 infected the kid had failed to spot. The kid hoped in a plane and took off. "God speed kid..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 6:14 pm
((Sad face. Commie was forgotten))
TriCell Office
The Communist stared at the men around him and sighed darkly. He reached into his pocket and took out the phone and began playing Tetris. He hoped Downing would hurry up. He then pulled up an old number in his head. An old friend that he didn't really talk to since then. Dialing the number he sent the call to Jessica hoping it wasn't a bad time.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 6:50 pm
Highway/ Location Unknown
As Marcus was still on a highway but not of Raccoon City he noticed that the air was getting foggy.
He stopped his motorbike and put on his Umbrella helmet and moved on.
Marcus didn't like how it was foggy it would make it impossible to see anything on the road.
He turned on the lights and got out his Uzi gun from his pocket and used his other hand to steer the bike.
Then as Marcus was ridding there was a massive hole in the highway.
But the lucky part is there was a ramp of cars making it easy for him to jump it.
Marcus road faster then usual, bringing his bike on 1 wheel and went up the ramp and jumped through the
air and landed in a endo on the other side.
"Ha ha...man I gotta do that again sometime". He laughed, Marcus continued on riding through the fog.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:09 pm
*Location Unknown*
"Here I go again on my own. Goin' down the only road I've ever known.Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time..."
Jessica could hardly believe what she was hearing. "No, it can't be!" She searched the area and then found the source of the music, the tiny black Motorola phone was lying in some brush only a few feet away. "Thank God for Whitesnake!!" Jessica exclaimed as she hurried over to the phone. "It must have fallen out of my jeans as my attackers were carrying me over here." she thought as she reached for the phone. The screen was cracked and in pretty bad shape as if someone stepped on it, but it apparently still worked. Gently she opened it and was shocked again, this time to see who was calling her. She hadn't spoken to him in years. A smile appeared on Jessica's bruised face as she answered. "Hello Kolya or are we still going by Communist?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 1:24 pm
*as Matt walk into a forest he heard a noise like some thing was being dragged*what the hell is that*as he investages where the sound was comeing form*oh hell*a zombie dragging its leg turns its head revaling a decayed face and let out a moan as it limped towards Matt.Matt quikly takes out his hand gun and shoots the zombie in the head and puts it back in its holster*it came form that direction so i better check it out*without relizeing it Matt was walking into the same nightmare as Raccon city and the village he lived in when adopted*
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 1:51 pm
Nathan Drake ~Pyongyang-North Korea~Drake climbed in to the where house through a small skylight on the roof. Opening the skylight slowly and quietly Drake tossed a rope down into the where house and slid down. His beretta out and loaded. Drake had been planing this job for over two months and was ready for everything. He knew all the guard patrol routes and when the changing of the guard was. Drake heard foot steps coming in his direction. "Three... Two... One...Now!" Drake counted down in his head. He grabbed the guard from behind and snapped his neck. "Damn sorry. Heres you neck." Drake smirked. He was always called a smart a**. "Okay. Where is that bugger hiding?" Drake pulled the tranquilizer gun out of his shin holster. "There quite and I wont have to kill them" He smirked "To bad it's range is crap..." Drake snuck up behind one of the guards and shot a dart in his neck. "Sweet dreams a** hole."
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