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

Keia · May 1, 2003

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Anders called out to Borzakovsky and he gently lay Amisha on the couch. "Borzakovsky, get over here. Moreno, cover the entrances to the room. Someone give Yuri some light to work by."

When Yuri arrives, Anders will explain that he thinks it was a spider - a giant from your nightmares spider, but a spider none the less.

"Except for those helping Borzakovsky, give him some room to work," Anders asked.

"Do I hear water?" Anders took several steps into the bathroom.

loxmyth · May 1, 2003

Keia said:
"Do I hear water?" Anders took several steps into the bathroom. [/B]

A splash of light from the torch in the reception room highlighted Jac's sarcastic smile, while the rest of her remained swallowed in the thick pools of shadow. "Strong and perceptive, that's quite a combination." She waited a moment to let the barb sink in. "You heard right. Forgive me for pointing out the obvious, but this is a bathroom."

Fanog · May 1, 2003

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Seeing as how Maria might need her torch to guard the entrances, Michael stays with Patel, using the torch to take a closer look at her wounds. He doesn't touch her though, waiting for the Corporal to arrive.

"Hang in there, Am. The doc will be here soon..."

Michael looks up and adresses the Sergeant, speaking with compassionate concern in his voice.

"Sir, I'll stay here and aid the Corporal if he needs it. In the bathroom, could you see if there's any kind of kabinet maybe with some kind of medication in it?"

Michael realises that there's no light in the bathroom, and looks at his torch with a sad and frustrated look in his eyes, throwing the Sergeant a kind of guilty look for not being able to supply him with a torch.

mistergone · May 2, 2003

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri comes out of the bathroom when the light appears and looks over things.

Damn... Amisha...

He goes over to where she is on the couch, nodding at the Sargeant's instructions, and kneels beside her. Carefully, he goes about examining the wound, tearing back any obstructing clothing just enough to see it well. His face is nearly expressionless, save for a slight flaring of the nostrils.

This looks bad... damnit...

"Hang in there, sweetheart," he murmurs to Amisha, then calls over his shoulder, "Somebody scour the bathroom for anything.. I mean ANYTHING usefull... get me clean water too... and something like bandages... and some kind of bucket or container... and quickly. There's that armorie thing here too... it's locked, and I thought I heard something moving inside it, but somebody should look in there." Then aside to Smith, "Keep that light close man, and I'm gonna need your help here..." But never does he take his eyes off Amisha for long, and when he's done speaking, he studies the wound intently, wracking his brain for all the medical knowledge he has.

KitanaVorr · May 3, 2003

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Ladies Room

Jacqueline Nguyen

As the cold water pours over your wound, you feel relief from the burning, watching as the water in the toilet bowl turns a pinkish tinge from your blood. Meanwhile you notice that there's a closed door on the opposite wall by the toilet.

1st Floor – Reception Room

Yuri Borzakovsky

Your hands move over Amisha and you realize her wounds are very bad indeed. She looks like she has been poisoned by the bite but you can't identify the poison. You do know that you need to find a first aid kit in order to treat the poison properly. However, you're able to stablize her from losing any more strength for now but you'll need to get some water in order to wash her other wounds to keep her from fading.

Anders Carlson

While everyone was busy doing other things, you had moved toward the cabinent. Your arm though burns to the touch even as you lift it to test the cabinent doors and find it locked. Slipping the silver key from your pocket, you find that it fits easily into the keyhole...a simple twist provides a 'click' that indicates that its now unlocked.

Velenne · May 3, 2003

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Amisha is carried where they take her, listens when spoken to, but hard as she tries, she keeps fading back into memories. Her body has stopped listening to her, turning into a jumbled wad of knots and cramps so painful she has to tune out to stay concious.

"You're NOT going into the military and that's final! End. Of. Discussion!" Her father. Ken Patel. It had always been her parents' way to let her choose her own path. They had been hippies, smoked a lot of dope, that kind of thing. Now Ken was a car salesman and Maria, her mother, stayed at home. They didn't live great, but it was enough to get by. Not enough for a trust fund or a college savings for sure.

"Hang in there, sweetheart..."

Amisha's eyes snap up to look at Yuri. Her lips move slightly but nothing comes out.

"This here's a .22, Amisha. My pop uses it to hunt quail. You ever shoot a real gun before?" Hunt. Just the word mesmerized her. To be a hunter, to stalk a prey. To control who lives and who dies. Even at thirteen, at the far west end of Jimmy Salzer's farm where he thought he could get to second base with her and no one would catch him, she understood what it meant to kill.
"Can I hold it?"
"Sure..." Ya, Jimmy knew he was definately getting to second...until Amisha stuck the end of the .22 in his crotch.
"I'll give ya fifteen seconds head start to get back to your house. If I catch you, I'm shooting you right in your redneck @$$hole, Jimmy Salzer."

Her head rolls to the right to look at Maria holding the shotgun. A slight grin touches her pale lips.

"Well HOLE LEE $hit, Private! Where on God's Green Earth did you learn to shoot like that?" It was all she could do not to say, Not from some wheatstalk-chewer like you, Lieutenant. Twenty rounds in the clip, eighteen bullseyes. Nope, they'd never seen a sniper like her come along, but she'd been hearing that since Boot. From 500 meters though, that was enough for even a grizzled vet like this cornhusker to drop his jaw.
"I'd ship you right out to sniper school tomorrow, Private Patel, I really would. But I've got orders from On High," he points to the sky as if God Himself -also known as the Secretary of Defense- had sent along a fax, "See me in my office at 1900."

Then her eyes drop from Maria to her own shoulder. All ooze, blood, bone, and muscle making a mess on someone's nice carpet. Whoever's ing carpet this is can go rot in Hell. I'm not dying here and I'm sure as hell not gonna let my parents be right.

Festy_Dog · May 3, 2003

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Ladies Room

Isaac moves over to the toilet while his arm burns.

"My turn please," he says through gritted teeth.

He flushes the toilet and washes his wound with the fresh water as it runs in.

"How 'bout you Miss Amelia? Need some water?" he asks over his shoulder, "I wouldn't use the stuff in the basin after a body's been sitting in it."

Fanog · May 3, 2003

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Michael whispers to Borzakovsky. Amisha seems only barely conscious, but he doesn't want her to overhear.
"Corporal, Sir. I could do a quick search of the bathroom. Clean water is our first priority and we can't really do anything here as long as we don't have any. I'd have to take the torch though, in order to search effectively."

He looks around the room, to see who's still there. He voices a general question, adressing anyone within hearing distance.
"Is there anyone who has some spare candles?"

Keia · May 3, 2003

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Anders flipped one of his candles to Michael, "Where are the ones the others had?" Anders asked, almost rhetorically.

. . . Some scratching in here . . . isn't that what Yuri said? Anders thought.

"Moreno," Anders said to get her attention. Once eye contact was made, Anders used military hand signs and motioned for her to cover him while he opened the doors on three, two, one. . . .

Fanog · May 3, 2003

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Michael catches the candle, lights it on his torch and gives it to the Corporal. He shrugs his shoulders slightly at the Sergeant's question, not knowing the answer, and not really sure if Carlson was expecting an answer anyway.

How would I know? People have been running in and out since we got here. It's not like we took the time to pool our resources together. We don't really set our own pace, we always seem to be one step behind, some of it by our own fault, even. -- Oh my God, he's not opening that closet now, is he? Amisha is wounded, and the Corporal heard some scratching in there. How much more trouble could we get ourselves into... Damnit, we need some stuff to treat Amisha, it seems like I'm going to have to get it myself.

Slightly peeved but trying not to show it, Michael stands up and quickly walks over to the bathroom, taking the torch with him. He takes a quick look around and then starts pillaging the room as fast as he can.

A bathroom - there has to be something in here that can be used as medication. The cabinet first. -- And make sure you find a clear vessel to fill with water. Does the tap work, anyway?

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

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