[d20 Modern] RESIDENT EVIL: Damnation [PG -17]

After being told of and having all those questions slung at her Amelia appears to stagger for a moment. Then her knees tremble and she slides with her back against the door down onto the cold marble floor.

Hair dangling in front of her face she snickers for a moment and then breaks out in tears. She makes a fist of both hands and drums them onto the floor and kicks with one foot into thin air before clasping her hands around both legs and puts her head between her knees and cries.

"Like I choose to be here and have this all happen to me... *snicker*... and my headache is getting worse... I just wish I was back home."

She turns her head a bit and through her clammy hair dangling in front of her face she looks at Isaac before looking back at the marble floor again.

"Please Isaac, let's go outside. I can't stand it here and I need some air. You know you do as well."

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


As Maria gets back with the rest of the group downstairs, she moves to Anders and whispers to him.

"Anders, I suggest we start exploring where we are. I have the nasty feeling we're not alone here. We've got a couple of civs who might be in danger if we get caught by surprise by anyone. Seeing all these doors, I suggest we take the single one, and move there. Maybe we can find something more comfortable for the civs to get over the shock of this all and we'll get some time to check out the rest of the mansion."

Seeing how Amelia drops to the floor, crying, Maria walks over to her.

"Woah there, we all would rather be somewhere else, but it's better not to go outside. We have no idea what's out there, or who is, or where we are at all. Now dry your tears and get up. The cold of the marble won't do you any good."

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"Heh, yes ma'am." Yuri had muttered sarcastically under his breath to Moreno. Her goat was SO getable.

Yuri then followed the Sargeant around the hall quitely, mulling over the situtation in his head. Who are these civillians? Where's the rest of the squad? Where's the Lieutenant?! Things have gone FUBAR sideways and pear-shaped... but how?

Upon seeing the blonde woman slide down to the floor, Yuri hurries over and kneels by her side.

"Easy there, sweets, let me check you out. I'm a medic..." and he begins to unceremoniously examine her, checking pulse, looking for signs of a concussion, seeing if anything is obviously broken, brusied, or otherwise mangled. "Relax, take a few deep breaths." Then over his shoulder, louder "I need a light over here."

My god he thinks, but tries not to think it, she kinda looks like... but no.. not really... focus, man...

"Way to demonstrate the good ol PR skills, Moreno, " he quips to the other Corporal's comments with a crookend smile.

As Maria gets back with the rest of the group downstairs, she moves to Anders and whispers to him.

"Anders, I suggest we start exploring where we are. I have the nasty feeling we're not alone here. We've got a couple of civs who might be in danger if we get caught by surprise by anyone. Seeing all these doors, I suggest we take the single one, and move there. Maybe we can find something more comfortable for the civs to get over the shock of this all and we'll get some time to check out the rest of the mansion."

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"Fair enough," Anders says listening to Maria's suggestions. He thinks for a few seconds then nods, "Okay, let's break this room down first. Detailed search, this room only, in pairs, call out whenever anything is found. Take anything that could be of use to us: candles (he says as he hands two to her), matches, weapons, improvised weapons. . . I don't care if the weapons are candlesticks and tablelegs, we need weapons. Also, look for passages doors we may not be aware of. Let's start with where we started and go from there, thought the civilians want to go outside."

"We pick anywhere to move we do it as a team. Maybe the rest of the squad is in the next room, but I want this one secure first."

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Seeing as how everyone is busy, Michael moves over to the window to have a look at the car, checking the type and the state it is in. He doesn't concern himself with the strangers, preferring to leave those things to the sergeant and corporals.

On the way over to the window, the private conjures forth a mental 'map' of a car. He thoroughly disects it, going over every part, scanning for compartments where useful items could be located, trying to find parts of a car that could be used as makeshift tools.

...check dashboard, trunk, under the seats -- get the jack and box of spare lightbulbs -- maybe find a bottle somewhere, use a hose from the enigine to drain some gas from the tank. Could be useful for making a torch. Let's first see what I have to work with.

When he's looking outside, Michael will also pay attention to the direct vicinity: the lighting conditions and possible cover and ambush positions.

1st Floor Main Room

Jac will slip out through the door that has been checked, making sure to use stealth and silence to her advantage while everyone is so confused. She steps into the next room, checks for light, and looks around.

Thank god I can get away from those petty thugs...

Jac will investigate the room thouroughly with her eyes first, to make sure there are no other people inside.

Now, how do I go about my mission in this place? That crying girl provided the perfect cover for my escape...

Through her wet and sticky hair Amelia looks at the man kneeling before her. She feels his hands glide over her body and then she sees that look in his eyes. The man yells something to someone behind him but Amelia doesn't care, she's fully occupied with the glee she is experiencing at the moment.

"No, no really, I'm fine. I'm just a bit, you know... we all are and I'm not really used to this and I... I just don't know what I'm doing here. Really I'm fine, it's just the stress or something... I think."

Slowly she pushes herself up from the floor as the man calls for some light but she shivers again for a moment and firmly grips the mans shoulder to prevent her from falling back down. She slowly lets go of the man's shoulder but as she does so her hand softly glides over his arm... Then she steps away from him as her hip brushes against his.

"Ah my head, it feels like my whole heart is in there beating the hell out of me. But who are you guys then and what are you doing here? Well where is here actually? Auw my head...."

Heh you help me boy, you know you want to help the poor helpless pretty lady in pain. If that bitch hadn't come back down I'm sure I'd have gotten the other ones worked up as well.

Her eyes glide across the room and she smiles through her hair at Anders for a brief moment before turning around and smiling at Yuri while she brushes some strands of hair from her face. Gently she puts them back behind her ear and she looks at Yuri for a moment longer but then fixes her gaze on Maria.

How easily manipulated they all are, they all fell for that facade I threw up there. Let them just all think of me like the poor and fragile pretty face that I am that needs protection while they guide me to my real goal... So simple indeed.

An image suddenly appears in her mind... a memmory from when she got up and looked around to see who and what was in this room with her. In the image is a dark haired slim girl who gracefully slid towards a door and... pain pierces her mind again.

That girl... hmmm...

Slowly she massages her own neck with one hand while she leans her head back and watches the ceiling for a moment. The pain flows away with the rythmic movements of her fingers in her neck. Amelia closes her eyes again and more of the picture completes in her mind as her fotographic memmory sets in.

The dark haired girl walks over to one of the doors on the other side of the room...

What was she doing there... she seems to confident.

Lowering her head again as she gazes at the door the girl was at as memmories start to flood her mind with pictures from the near past.

I was dazy from the getting up to fast, but when I got myself back into focus I checked the room again and I saw her at the door but what was she doing...

From there I just last noticed her when I slid down the exit door... she was carefully prodding the doorknob... And she isn't one of the marines appearantly. Hrmz... She is more then she appears to be.

After that I lost track of her because I was too focussed on playing my facade as convincing as I could to test what I had surrounding me... How reassuring that little play might have been I've lost track of that girl and now she's disappeared...

Taking a few steps towards the door she last saw the dark haired girl she lays her hand on the doorknob. It feels warmer then the other ones as like it has been touched by a warm hand.

She's a girl, a woman, not some male but a woman. I can handle the males but with women things are different... The women I should look out for, because it seems they are a bit harder to deceive with mere emotional play and basic acting.

Hmmm, keep your friends close but your enemies closer... I might just do that indeed. I'll have to keep track of the women here. The men aren't a problem but the women... hmmm... Ah well, the show goes on.

Amelia looks up from the doorknob and turns around to face the rest while her right hand still gently rests on the warm knob.

"Wasn't there another girl here a few moments ago?"

And in her mind the feeling of satisfaction merely grows... gleefully she smiles within herself.

Playing games already huh... lets just see about that...

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

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"No, no really, I'm fine. I'm just a bit, you know... we all are and I'm not really used to this and I... I just don't know what I'm doing here. Really I'm fine, it's just the stress or something... I think."

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"Alright... are you sure? Okay..." Yuri lets her go, and freezes as she brushes against him.

Hm... so blondie's a lil bit of a slut... interesting... inappropriate psychological response to stress anyone? Maybe... Sarge needs to bust ass on these people... they could be more than they appear.... everything is suspect here... I really don't like this...feeling...

He watches Amelia for a moment as she moves away, then turns towards the older man.

"How 'bout you, er...sir. I should take a look at you too."

Clairemont Mansion

2nd Floor – Stair Hall
Maria, Amisha, Michael

Descending the stairs, one at a time, nothing else seems to happen, but the faint whiff of decaying flesh does tickle your nose for the briefest of seconds before all three of you are returned to the wide entrance all and the dim light it provides everyone.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Anders Carlson

You touch the waxy candles, all three long and tapering in a cream color. They look as if they could last for an hour or so each. The second you touch the cold wax, a startling realization strikes. While everything looked as if it hadn’t been touched for days…the candles didn’t even have a few stray particles of dust on them. Lifting them from the shelf you see the undisturbed dust beneath them, a clear sign that they had been recently placed there.

The matchbook bears a strange symbol on it, one you don’t recognize. It looks like a stylized crimson letter “T” done in archaic lettering.



Then the blonde woman speaks but something about her does not engender trust. It’s as if your sixth sense is blaring out a warning that the woman is not all she seems. The civilian man though seems honest enough to you.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Jac Nguyen, the so-called super spy, try and slip out the door closest to her. Possibly it’s because you’ve always had your eye unconsciously upon her since you realized she was here.

Isaac Goldstein

With expert fashion, you carefully search the room and find a half-full magazine (7 shots) for a 92 Beretta dropped by someone in a corner. So far what you’ve seen has made you a little more than nervous. Everywhere without fail…the dust has been evenly distributed. An impossibility but certainly so. It was as if someone just carefully put it all there. Just like whoever had put you there with the others in this room.

A panel in the fireplace catches those sharp eyes of yours, worked into the wood so that it blended in almost seamlessly…but managed to see the thin lines on the woodwork though how to open it remains a mystery to you.

Yuri Borzakovsky

Your hands pass over the blonde woman’s body and she does feel soft, very soft and very nice. Trying to put those thoughts out of your head, you notice something interesting that has you wondering yourself. There’s a small bump on the back of her neck, but closer inspection under a stronger light might reveal more.

Michael Smith

Outside looks just as lonely as inside. Darkness with nary a torch to lead the way seemed to be the car’s only companion. Though all you can think about what the car holds is pure conjecture since you had no idea what the owner had put in there to begin with.

Just then something seemed to rustle in the bushes quite a distance away. Was it a breeze or something more? You can’t decide which. But something makes you notice that one of the women is trying to slip out of the room.

Amisha Patel

As you glance over the other candles in the room, you realize that they are burned nearly to the last wick. Perhaps five minutes more of light from the burning candles before you’re plunged into darkness. The only wood in the room besides the paneling is an end table by the door that holds a crystal vase of dead drooping black flowers.

Amelia Brogart

You hadn’t managed to notice Jac’s activities, so intent on your wooing of the men in the room. The door handle turns easily though and you realized that you could step outside if you wished.

1st Floor – Closet off Entrance Hall

Jac Nguyen

The door opens easily at your touch, only the dim light from the entrance hall giving you some light, probably about five feet. As you close the door behind you though, nothing but darkness greets you – your eyes are useless in this nothingness…and now you are all alone. You’re not sure where you are though, as there not being enough light for you to tell and you were trying to move without being noticed.

And that was when you smelled something absolutely fetid close by your ear and felt the pawing of listless hands on your body, one hand in particular gripping your upper arm with a strength that nearly makes you gasp in pain…right before you do feel something hard sink two semi-circular edges right into your shoulder…the smell of your own blood filling your nostrils.