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

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Amisha Patel

You stand by the door directly beside Yuri. The wind is cold, sending chills down your back as both of you grip your weapon tightly. Your eyes though catch movement from the blonde woman. She's hiding something behind her back, but you're not sure what it is.

Yuri, Michael

You stand there, nervous, cold, and certainly on edge. Though you can't make anything out in thick darkness, you keep feeling that chill dancing up and down your spine. Isaac, Anders, Maria seem to disppear in the darkness of the unlit driveway and you wonder how they can see anything clearly without a light.

Jacqueline , Amelia

The cold bites through each of you still there in the rapidly emptying hall. You can see those that are by the door and you know the others have gone to the car. An odd noise though sounds from the stairs...a sort of scratching noise coming from above.

1st Floor – Front Entrance

Isaac Goldstein

Your eye catches something moving in the bushes, several somethings, in fact. Dark shapes - moving in strange patterns but they didn't seem to be doing anything other than shifting positions in the safety of the shadows. And there's definitely too many shadows from the to hide easily in as delve deeper into the dark, moonless night.

Anders, Maria

The sound of your boots against the curved stone entrance remains non-existant but the sounds of your breathing echoes loudly within your own head. Almost to the car and nothing yet...perhaps you might make it after all. You can see the leather, but the lack of light keeps you from seeing anything further.

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion


"Anders, lets check out the intertior of the car while Goldstein goes through the trunk. I'll take the dashboard if you search under seats, okay?" Maria whispers while moving toward the car, in a tone so only Isaac and Anders can hear here. "Let's make this a fast one."

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac grits his teeth as they go about searching the car.

"There's tons of them, hiding amoung the trees," he tells the others grimly, "Working quickly is our only option."

He pops the boot and rummages through whatever contents are within, searching for a weapon or anything useful.

Talk about life and death situations, how many... things... are hiding out there?

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

Searching a car by candlelight, hopefully the dome light works. Guess that can't be to unusual considering what we just fought. Anders thought. If this car works we should just get everyone the hel! out of here and return with some gear or a boat load of C4.

Anders concentrates on his search, looking on the floor, under the seats, between the seats, between the cushions and the backs of the seats.

"Keys?" Ander asked. We should be so lucky

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

Damn, it's dark out here. They could be anywhere and we can hardly see anything. Hey, what the--

As Michael turns, he find out that he was watching the bushes too intently, and that the others have already moved to the car while he was paying attention to the surroundings.

Ouch, not good. It's the cold, damnit. My brain seems to freeze. Well, I'd better get over there, if I want to make myself useful.

Hurriedly, Michael hustles over to the car, holding both the candle and the table leg in front of him.

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"There's tons of them, hiding amoung the trees," he tells the others grimly, "Working quickly is our only option."

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At this, Michael looks behind him and to the sides, trying to see what the man meant. He quickens his pace, cursing himself for not paying attention earlier. When he reaches the car, he'll take an unoccupied spot and search it for anything useful.

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Entrance Hall

The colour drained from her face, sitting on the cold floor hugging her feet to her chest, Jacqueline lurched forward uneasily. Subdued by the attack of that... thing, she found it difficult to focus on anything else but its dead eyes, its sharp teeth glinting like diamonds in the darkness, its wicked hooked claws. Her left upper arm still felt like molten lead had been injected into her veins, and there was nothing that a little hot wax and curtain strips could do to fix that. She'd been hurt before, bitten even. But this wound, which should have been just a bite, hurt more than anything she could recall in her life. Not to mention that most of her arm was already purpling from the unbreakable grasp of that... thing. The worst part were the eyes. The thing was dead! It had to be, the way it smelled, the way its head had been caved in. But the unholy strength in its vice-like grip... it was horrible.

She was unable to stop shivering uncontrollably, and now she had to crawl forward to a corner so that she could give in to her nausea and vomit. Well, more a dry heave than anything; she had always eaten light before a mission. That thing was all over me. But - it was dead! It was totally impossible! Not real at all... I'm hallucinating, that must be it... But the stench of the thing clung to her hair and her clothes, invaded her nostrils, overpowered the musty antique smell of the grand Entrance Hall she found herself in now. And it lay there near the closet, where she could not bear to bring her dark eyes to gaze.

The scratching noise brought her out of her reverie. Her head jerked up, and she stood shakily, wiping her hand with her mouth. She turned to look at the blonde woman. "Did you hear that?" she asked, her voice faltering because of the terror welling up inside her. "There's something out there." Her eyes widened as it occured to her that it was probably another one of those... things. Oh God, not again. She rushed to the foot of the stairwell, peering off into the darkness above to see if her hunch is correct. Quickly, she looked around for anything that would serve to barricade the stairs. She realizes that at best she'd be able to slow whatever it is down, but that's all she can hope for.

Before the candle is moved somewhere else, Amisha holds her tableleg over the flame, the last third of the length of the weapon wrapped thickly in curtain strips. She ignores blondie's verbal barbs, knowing the woman was just trying to save face and not allowing herself to be drawn in by them.

When the raven-haired woman starts to move across the room, Patel silently turns to regard her. She'd better not be heading for another ing door, or I swear to God I'll knock her ass out myself. You'd think she'd have learned her lesson. *sigh* Just another reason why these civs are a danger to us.

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Yuri tries to pretend he didn't hear the blonde woman say anything. He stares determinedly out into the darkness and tries to follow the team's progress to the car.

Come on come on hurry hurry... I can't get rid of the feeling that we're making the wrong moves. I think we should be looking for the rest of the team. 7 missing soldiers... can't be too hard to find... I bet they're just behind one of these doors... maybe the monsters already got to them... no don't think about that... come on man, stay stoic, stay cool...

At Amisha's stirring next to him, he glances aside to her, and takes a step or two sideways.

"Hey, watch that there, Patel. Trust me that you're just gonna burn up that table leg without some fuel." He tries to smile, and turns his focus back on the distant car, trying to make out the candle flames of the people who went out there.

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Front Entrance

Isaac Goldstein

At first you can't see a damned thing in the trunk after you popped it, that is until the young solider named Michael Smith comes rushing up to you with his candle while he tried to protect it from the wind. The light is brief but the wind is damaging. Your hands reach the compartment where you usually keep a spare tire and where now you keep your rifle. Just as your fingers close around the handle to lift off the cover, the candle goes out and plunges you back into darkness.

Anders Carlson

With the candle in one hand and the table leg in the other, there's isn't much you can do with your hands in searching without putting one object down. But you hold the light over for Maria to search the interior compartment of the car. The cold wind tickles the back of your neck and threatens to blow the meager light out.

Maria Moreno

The leather sticks to your fingers and you try not to think of how disgusting it must look with more light than the meager candle that Anders is holding in his hand. Your hand comes across more matches and a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey -- half-full.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Amisha Patel

Just before lighting the curtain you realize that the table leg is made of wood and likely to light as well unless you soak the curtain with something more flammable. At that you pause for a moment thinking of what Maria had brought out from the closet.

Jacqueline Nguyen

The scratching noise halts for a brief moment in that heartbeat of yours. But another noise greets you...the noise of liquid pooling just a foot in front of you, its source from somewhere above,...a stream of red staining the expensive marble. Then the terrible liquid halts its pour only to be followed by a thick slab of pink flesh - jagged at the edges - falling to a splat on the ground and soaking in the rapidly spreading crimson pool.

1st Floor – Front Entrance
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac curses under his breath.

"Thanks for the light anyway, Michael is it?" he says.

He looks like a rookie, better be nice to him, the situations bad enough for him already without me jumping in to bad mouth him as well.

"Well, lets see if we can get my shotgun," he says and opens the cover.

He proceeds to rummage around.

"Now that I think of it, I left a bottle of Jack in the front. Maybe they were kind enough to leave it there. You can have some if you like, just gotta find it first," he says absent mindedly as he attempts to locate the firearm.